@starlsssankt @sankta-alina-s I'm sobbing. Apparently the English translation of the quote is: "What are you talking to me about? In my head, there's just you and me. The recipe is you and me, we already know it."
me, currently imagining so many modern-day Grisha plots: π
(either Aleksander is Mia Thermopolis from The Princess Diaries w/Jayn as his Genovian guard, or they're both ex-organized crime, plotting to take out their old employers--)
you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy
Rather than speak to her friend telepathically again, she stayed back & waited for him to finish his other conversations. After all, Rela had never been much of a people person. She reopened the holorcron she'd been reading from earlier & went about reading an Old Republic Jedi's journals.
Shota was a tired man but with jet-lag, he was more tired than he ever thought possible. He desperately wanted to crawl his way back into his hotel room and sleep until the sun set, but he needed to get some things he had forgotten to pack. To be more accurate, things that Shota had chosen not to pack, things that were too much of a hassle to take with or get through TSA.
He had found his way into a mall, on the hunt for shampoo, a few razors and possibly some food. He hadn't even gotten near the checkout before he caught something he couldn't ignore.
Aizawa hadn't expected to be working so soon, at least he had been hoping that would be the case anyway. An untrained eye or less observant person probably wouldn't have even noticed Renee slipping something into her pocket. But Shota did.
"If you're going to steal, you're going to have to do better than that," came his rumbling voice, turning his right palm upward, beckoning the teenager with his middle and index. "Come on, hand it over or put it back."
Anyway, if someone actually saw her, they had to be special. Rather than put the overpriced tea candle back, she smiled & lifted her sunglasses to show him her "unique" eyes.
Ever since she was born, Oraia had been able to sense when water was nearby & what kind of water (chlorinated, fresh, salt, etc.) it was. When she woke up from her accidental slumber, she immediately realized that she could not feel the sea, even though she remembered it being only a few feet away. Were there more bombs? Was there so much heat that the oceans just evaporated? The thoughts brought hot tears to her eyes, which opened when she tried to blink.
Oh. She was inside, probably in the home of someone who had found her passed out on the sand. Gods didn't usually require sleep, but they definitely did after overexerting themselves like she had. She looked over to see a handsome young man staring at her. For a second, Oraia was happy, because he had the magical aura that one of her people would. But then he mentioned that he'd never been around someone like her & well...something about him made her uneasy. She decided to play dumb.
"I...my name is Artemisia Stavros. I'm...I was an art dealer, specializing in repatriation & curation. But that was before the world ended." Her voice cracked & she closed her eyes. "A woman, a goddess, took care of some of us. We were living in her home. I just...I wanted to see the ocean. I'm a weather witch."
She wondered if he would tell the truth about himself. "Who are you? Where are we? The others--they need me--"
"You mean, 'not dead', period," Jayn echoed, pouting slightly. She huffs & pecks Rye on the lips again before leading her to Dick's bedroom. It's best that he finds them & kicks her out, rather than him looking for Rye & having an excuse to come into Jayn's room. Jayn is one of those people who tend to be exceptionally territorial, especially when she doesn't like the person who's encroaching; most Owls are out of habit. It's part of the paranoia Bruce has instilled in them.
She stops in front of Dick's door.
"Alright..." Jayn turns to Rye. "D'you want me to walk you in, or-?" Before she can finish, he's opening the door, smirking & ogling them both, just because he can. He's wearing a muscle tee with briefs that have a built-in cup--the bare minimum, as usual.
"What a pleasant surprise. So you both realized who the best fuck in the family is. Congratulations," he chuckles, flashing fangs.
"Nah, that's her epiphany, not mine. I'm still a dumbass." It takes Jayn a second to let go of Rye's hand. She has to curl her toes to keep from saying I love you; the words would just make Dick suspicious. "Anyway, don't break her. Tim's planning their wedding, remember?"
She's about to turn around & leave, wanting to get things over with, when she decides that she can do a bit more. Even though it'll piss off Jason, Jayn leans in & kisses Dick. He makes a surprised little sound (rare for him; Owls never reveal when they've been caught off-guard), then catches her by the nape of her neck before she can pull away. For a second, he deepens things, then he swipes his tongue across her lips & pulls away, still smirking.
"Bed's big enough for three. I'd love to see how much you've grown."
"Yeah, well, I need a manicure if I plan on being a Wayne again. But I'll be free tonight..." That makes it sound like she honestly plans on letting him live another day.
"I'll enjoy you then, baby girl. & don't worry about this one." With that, he sets his predatory gaze on poor Rye, grabbing her by the belt of her robe. "Come on in..."
Naela got out just after Ryder. Sometimes, she missed being a little kid. Back then, her guards always picked her up or held her hand. But it wasn't the physical contact she missed--they'd just seemed friendlier then. The man Ryder had replaced, Armand, definitely had; even though he always acted professionally, he greeted her with a slight smile & asked her how she was doing. Ryder simply shepherded her like she was a troublemaking sheep.
"I thought you were supposed to watch everyone else," she protested half-heartedly, but she didn't act too rebellious. There was really no point--she knew that he was serious. "Give me 30 minutes." Then, before Ryder could tell her no, Naela went to her people, occasionally glancing over to ensure one of her guards was nearby.
She smiled brightly, genuinely happy to be there, considering. When the princess neared a group of young people, she whipped her phone out & stood with her back to them. Instantly, the kids squealed in delight & posed for a photo, which she quickly took & posted to her Instagram. Naela asked them what activities & booths they enjoyed most, visiting those first. So far, she'd gotten a strawberry-&-chocolate filled crepe, plus a meat skewer. She also signed a few autographs & bought a laptop-sized painting for her personal collection.
"Princess--" A man who she recognized as the mayor approached her. "Would you like to say a few words?" he asked, pointing out a small stage. She smiled & nodded, practically skipping up the steps.
Shayera smiled & stole a quick kiss from her girlfriend. "Wasn't sure you'd noticed," she replied, glad to be able to kill two birds with one stone (metaphorically, of course). A hungry Shayera was not a happy one. The trio of Amazons escorting them simply grinned at the pair, then turned & led the way to the banquet hall, knowing their guests would follow.
Queen Hippolyta observed as some ladies decorated the hall. Others were just setting the table & setting out room-temperature consumables, like water & certain appetizers.
"Yeah, of course," she huffed in reply. But what if one of the vendors had something interesting, like flowers she hadn't seen before? Wasn't it her duty to financially support her people? Well, the guards could follow her lead, Naela reasoned, hiding a smile. She buckled in & the car began to move.
She pulled her phone out of her purse, checking the ever-changing schedule that her assistant held dominion over. So far, nothing had been added since she'd left her bedroom, but something always ended up there at the last minute. Then, Naela went to Twitter. In her opinion, the royal family's PR team occasionally Tweeted important updates, but they were slow to act. Still, the only time she'd been allowed to Tweet anything was during the "Royal Takeover" of the account on her birthday. So, with a slight shrug, she switched to her personal Instagram, which boasted just over 5 million followers. She kept the app open & answered some texts from her friends, then looked over some dress options that her designer had sent over.
"Princess--" the driver said, alerting Naela to the fact that they'd arrived at the park. There was a beautiful banner announcing the event & already a decent crowd was exploring the festival. Naela quickly snapped a picture for her Instagram, captioning it with:
"Ambrimova Park, Grand Opening: food, music, lots for sale! π"
the fool: do you have any nicknames?
the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else?
the high priestess: what is your dream date?
the empress: do you think you will ever get married?
the emperor: what are some names that you like?
the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts?
the lovers: do you have a crush?
the chariot: thoughts on astrology?
strength: what is your dream occupation?Β
the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop?
wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle?
justice: favorite color of rose?
the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack?
death: what are three things you want to do before you die?
temperance: can you describe a strange dream youβve had?
the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms?
the tower: favorite colors to wear?
the star: have you ever seen a psychic?
the moon: have you ever written a love letter?
the sun: do you believe in magic?
judgement: do you enjoy school?
the world: do you like waking up early?