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theizzybadgera minute ago
your brand, huh?
well
well your brand most definitely the horny and depressed seb content i feel in my heart
you're also on of the best persons i ever met, and the kindest, most supporting bean i know. love u, sebestie 馃挅
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... ok I might cry 馃槶馃槶鈾ワ笍 You really are the sweetest most adorable bean in the world. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! imma rip my heart out and give it to you bye 馃様馃憢馃徑
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You know I鈥檇 kill and die for you right? Yeah that鈥檚 right love you bye
馃摠what鈥檚 my brand?
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chaandajaan2 minutes ago
Another Oranges Fan, I see. Didi, I love, love oranes. That feeling on your tongue? YES. I don't know why I didn't send an ask sooner. Oranges as a love language sounds really great. They're so amazing.
Another enthusiast! Welcome to the orange support club, amazing fruits for the amazing people we love.
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noot-draws-stuff2 minutes ago
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HC that Naruto is hella weak for Sasuke鈥檚 eyes. Straight up obsessed with them. Asks him to activate the Mangekyou just so he could marvel at it. Sasuke doesn鈥檛 really get it but will indulge him if he鈥檚 in a good mood.
Also, apologies for the pixelation. I didn鈥檛 realize I was super zoomed-in until it was too late and couldn鈥檛 figure out a way to resize without losing quality. This was actually head anatomy practice turned sns hehe.
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cuddlymashmallow2 minutes ago
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You are not your age, nor the size of clothes you wear, You are not a weight, or the color of your hair. You are not your name, or the dimples in your cheeks. You are all the books you read, and all the words you speak. You are your croaky morning voice, and the smiles you try to hide. You鈥檙e the sweetness in your laughter, and every tear you鈥檝e cried. You鈥檙e the songs you sing so loudly when you know you鈥檙e all alone. You鈥檙e the places that you鈥檝e been to, and the one that you call home. You鈥檙e the things that you believe in, and the people whom you love. You鈥檙e the photos in your bedroom, and the future you dream of. You鈥檙e made of so much beauty, but it seems that you forgot When you decided that you were defined by all the things you鈥檙e not.
-Erin Hanson
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got-svt3 minutes ago
omg omg OMG a new story 鈦夛笍馃挄 im so excited 馃挄馃挄馃槫 can i pls be added in the taglist? 馃挄
eeek yes new smau !! of course ill add you to the taglist! tysm for asking 馃ズ馃挊
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fossilbee3 minutes ago
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Dethrone the monarch!
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Skin the monarch!
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Give the King a wash and a soak in softener! (Forgot to photo.)
Makeover the monarch! Give him a crown befitting royalty!
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Reskin the monarch! He is fresh and still slightly damp!
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CROWN HIM!!!!!!
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Glory to the new king! Bask is his soft clean resplendance, for he is no longer a stinky trash boy! Long live King Graham Cracker II of Daventry.
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duskbcys3 minutes ago
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appreciation post for my friend wren who i always feel really excited to talk to about everything :)
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morganaspendragonss4 minutes ago
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thinking about how the 126 brought literally every kind of takeaway they could think of even though they鈥檇 probably never eat it all because they wanted to look after judd and make him feel comforted and loved 馃ズ
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got-svt4 minutes ago
hi there!! i鈥檓 sorry to bother you but can i be apart of the love talk taglist? thank youu 馃ズ馃挆
oh and omg i am in lovee with your works they鈥檙e amazing tysm for making and sharing them with us<3
hi!! aaa no don鈥檛 apologize, it鈥檚 not a bother at all!! i鈥檇 love to have you on the taglist, thank you so much for asking!! 馃ズ馃挊 and i鈥檓 so glad you like my works omg 馃ぇ
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emilypemily4 minutes ago
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my take on the super league is 鈥榯hank god brighton aren鈥檛 good enough to be involved鈥
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yes-imadarkbitch5 minutes ago
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Voc锚 est谩 na minha mente, no meu sorriso e nas minhas certezas.
20.Abril.2021
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levbug6 minutes ago
i mean.... hannes...........
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truth is levi's where it's at my man so fine!!! 馃サ
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HAWTTIE ALERT!!! oh and ig levi is there too blep :'p
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121-jigowatts6 minutes ago
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My absolutely favourite thing about bttf
Y麓know, this has actually nothing to do with my minute-by-minute analysis.
I mean, it will appear several times, but it麓s just the best aspect of the trilogy. Without it, the movies would be nothing.
Yeah, it麓s Marty and Doc麓s relationship.
It麓s definetly nothing you would expect from a 17-year old, skateboarding kid: To hang around with the town nutcase. As far as Marty麓s been told, the guy is dangerous and insane, probably set his own mansion on fire and never had any kind of social contact.
He didn麓t. But not because Doc麓s a crackpot, no, it麓s simply because nobody even wants to say a polite "hello" when they meet him in town or something. Doc sorta isolated himself, knowing that it wouldn麓t do any good if he made any aquaintaces. Because with that, he麓d make his friend an outcast too.
Doc never wanted to do anybody any harm. He didn麓t want people to suffer the same reputation like him. That麓s why he stayed for himself. Yeah, he had his dogs, of course. Still, I think he was somewhat sad before he met Marty. He had noone to talk to (who could talk back), noone to be there for and noone to be there for him.
But then, one day, a curious boy snuck into his lab. A boy who was fascinated by his inventions and honestly, truly didn麓t care about the rumors in town. Marty. He accepted Doc immediatly, finding a friend, a mentor, a father figure. Someone to go to when he needed comfort.
We know about Marty麓s family life in the original 1985: Mom drinks, dad gets pushed around and his siblings seem like they...just don麓t care. Dave works at a fast food local and Linda is desperatly trying to find a boyfriend - without success. And Marty is a dreamer, he wants to become something big. He wants to succee with his music. but noone麓s there to encourage him, to tell him to never give up even when he once failed.
And Doc just is. The scientist is glad to have someone, a person he could make feel important, loved. A kid he could just take into his arms and give him warmth, a feeling of safety and...love. Not the shipping way. But a way a parent would love their child. And I don麓t doubt that even in the Twin-Pines-1985 Lorraine and George loved their kids. They just didn麓t show it, maybe tried to express it in other ways, such as lecturing them to avoid them getting in trouble or making mistakes. But kids are kids, and they need to feel wanted, even in teenage years.
And that麓s why Doc was so special to Marty.
We see where this went: Two family-like best friends, willing to risk their lives and the very fabric of time for the other麓s well-being, no matter what others may or may not say. Is it 1955, 1985 or 1885.
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(I adore that moment. It gives me feels and I almost cry every time I see this.)
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lcvelj6 minutes ago
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i鈥檓 just excited for may .聽 聽beltane is coming and so is lj鈥檚 birthday .
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vissenta-senadz6 minutes ago
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do I look moderate to you
In which there is a party. 4k words
@devoraqs
鈥淚 thought you weren鈥檛 holding a Masquerade.鈥
鈥淎re you wearing a mask?鈥
Vissenta frowns at herself in the mirror. 鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淭hen it鈥檚 not a Masquerade.鈥 Deirdra pulls a brush through Vissenta鈥檚 hair, talking all the while. 鈥淒o you ever unbraid this and actually comb the tangles out, or do you just hope for the best until rats start living in it?鈥
Vissenta crosses her arms. 鈥淭hose rats need a home.鈥 Her eyes brighten when she sees Portia enter the guest room bearing a tray that holds a pitcher and two glasses. 鈥淥oh, what鈥檚 that?鈥
鈥淲ater,鈥 Deirdra says sternly, pursing her lips when Vissenta鈥檚 face falls. 鈥淥h, you think I鈥檓 going to let you get ready for this party with a glass of wine in your hand? After the way I found you last week?鈥
Portia rests the tray on the vanity. When she turns toward the armoire, she claps her hands at the sight of the gown hanging from the open door. 鈥淥h, Vissenta, you鈥檙e going to look amazing!鈥
Vissenta scowls. 鈥淚鈥檓 going to look ridiculous. What鈥檚 the point of the sword? Why am I going to have it on my back? Swords don鈥檛 go on your back.鈥
Deirdra rolls her eyes. 鈥淚t鈥檚 decorative. I wanted to try at least some semblance of a theme, since everyone seems to think this is just another costume party.鈥 She hands the hairbrush to Portia. 鈥淧asha, sweetheart, could you help untangle this mess while I go look for some pins?鈥
Fidgeting in her seat, Vissenta tries to turn her head, only for Portia to grasp her on either side of her temples and steer her face toward the mirror. 鈥淒ee, you are not putting my hair up. You aren鈥檛.鈥
鈥淚 am,鈥 Deirdra retorts, rummaging through an enameled box to pluck out an assortment of hair pins, some plain and some jeweled. 鈥淗ow can you be the Queen of Swords with the same old braid hanging down your back?鈥 She rests the pins along the edge of the vanity table. 鈥淏esides, the sword would get in the way.鈥
鈥淚t wouldn鈥檛 if I just wore it on my hip like a normal person,鈥 Vissenta whines. 鈥淒ee, this is ridiculous. All I鈥檓 doing is a tarot demonstration, right?鈥
The troubled look on Deirdra鈥檚 face doesn鈥檛 inspire confidence. In fact, all it does is make Vissenta feel very, very uneasy, even more so when Portia seems to take this as her cue to hand over the hairbrush and make a graceful exit. 鈥淒ee?鈥
Deirdra pours a glass of water and hands it to Vissenta before pouring her own. 鈥淰is, darlin鈥, we might鈥 we might need you to give a little alchemy demonstration too.鈥
Vissenta鈥檚 heart sinks. 鈥淪o is Sa- Alexander not coming?鈥
The look Deirdra gives her now is cheerful. A little too cheerful. 鈥淥h, we can only hope he鈥檒l show up, but I鈥檇 rather have a sure thing lined up.鈥 She starts separating Vissenta鈥檚 hair into strands to start braiding, placing pins along the way to turn the braid into a crown. 鈥淵ou were just telling me a week ago about how you can make fireglass. I think that would be nice.鈥
They sit in silence for a long while, with Deirdra braiding and pinning and working a spell for curling as Vissenta stares into the mirror, her eyes gone unfocused as she turns the thoughts over in her mind. When she finally speaks again, her voice is small. 鈥淚 fucked up.鈥
Deirdra meets her gaze in the mirror. 鈥淚 wouldn鈥檛 say you fucked up.鈥
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 know.鈥 Vissenta wishes she could slump over against the table, but Deirdra鈥檚 hands in her hair keep her from burying her face in anything, and so she has to face how her cheeks go splotchy and her eyes well up as she tries to explain. 鈥淚 overreacted, and I mean鈥 who does that? Who just assumes the worst about everyone?鈥
鈥淥ther than you?鈥 Deirdra finishes curling one last wisp of hair just in front of Vissenta鈥檚 ear. 鈥淚 wouldn鈥檛 be surprised if Alexander has the same problem.鈥
Vissenta starts to shake her head, vehemently, until Deirdra seizes her by the temples and tsks. 鈥淥w!鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 you dare mess up my hard work.鈥 Deirdra sits beside Vissenta and reaches for a pot of pigment - something shimmery and purple, it looks like, and Vissenta automatically closes her eyes - and begins to dab color on her eyelids. 鈥淣ow, what I was trying to say is that we all have things in our past that affect us. I鈥檇 imagine that being known as your mother鈥檚 鈥榤istake鈥 would give you some trust issues and just鈥︹ She frowns. 鈥淲ell, to be honest, several kinds of issues.鈥
Vissenta leans back, blinking her eyes open wide. 鈥淗e鈥檚 what now?鈥
鈥淰is, I wasn鈥檛 finished!鈥
Vissenta leans back even further. 鈥淣uh-uh. Nope. You鈥檙e going to tell me right now.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not my story to tell,鈥 Deirdra snaps. When Vissenta quails beneath her tone, she sighs. 鈥淚 just think the two of you have quite a few things in common, is all.鈥
鈥淥h no.鈥 Swatting away Deirdra鈥檚 hand, Vissenta stands and pours herself another glass of water. 鈥淗e鈥檚 still more normal than I am. He is, Dee.鈥 She downs the water in just a few gulps and starts to pace. 鈥淚鈥檓 just a鈥 gods, what even am I? Armand thought I was a bargaining chip, the twins thought I was an untapped power source, and Marcelie鈥︹ Her voice catches.
Deirdra stands and pulls Vissenta into an embrace. 鈥淢arcelie did her best,鈥 she whispers. 鈥淪he just didn鈥檛 know what else to do with a scared little girl.鈥
鈥淪he put me on a ship with nothing, Dee, and now what am I?鈥 Vissenta rubs furiously at her eyes. 鈥淚 still only know how to fight, and I don鈥檛 know how to do anything else.鈥
鈥淵ou do.鈥 Deirdra lifts Vissenta鈥檚 chin up. 鈥淒arlin鈥, you鈥檙e smart as hell, you鈥檙e a brilliant card-reader, and you鈥檙e the best friend I could鈥檝e asked for.鈥 With one more tight hug, she guides Vissenta over to the armoire. 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 ruin anything. You might even find you get another chance.鈥
Vissenta snorts, dropping her robe to step into the silvery lavender gown. 鈥淭hat only happens in books.鈥
Deirdra clasps the back of the gown closed. 鈥淣ever say never.鈥
***
Vissenta has to admit: Deirdra planned a damn good party.
She鈥檚 avoiding the wine, even though she鈥檇 like nothing more to soothe her jangling nerves as the time for the alchemy demonstration draws near. The thought of screwing up what she knows is already a difficult transmogrification spell is bad enough. Best not to add alcohol to the mix. At least, not until after it鈥檚 done.
She鈥檚 also more than a little irritated at the decorative sword on her back. She鈥檇 told Deirdra repeatedly that no self-respecting Queen Of Swords would carry her weapon for the aesthetics, and yet here she is, swanning around with the stupid thing bumping against her shoulders and ass while she鈥檚 just trying to play nice and socialize.
And of course, she can鈥檛 stop thinking about Alexander, as much as she wants to not think about him, and she finds herself constantly searching for a familiar shade of red every time she enters a new room.
It鈥檚 all adding up to make her鈥 tense.
鈥淰issenta?鈥
鈥淪hit!鈥 Vissenta spins around, and the hilt of her absolutely useless weapon nearly knocks Deirdra鈥檚 drink out of her hand. 鈥淯gh. See? See, Dee? This is why I need to have the sword on my hip.鈥
鈥淎nd make it easier for you to draw at a moment鈥檚 notice? No thank you.鈥 Deirdra鈥檚 voice is mild, but there鈥檚 tension in her own shoulders as she takes Vissenta鈥檚 hand and steers her away from a table laden with canap茅s. 鈥淚t鈥檚 almost time for the demonstration,鈥 she says, her voice going high and sing-song. 鈥淟ast one of the night.鈥
鈥淥h, so no pressure at all,鈥 Vissenta retorts sourly as she swipes another handful of bite-size spanakopita from the table. As she pops them into her mouth one-by-one, she scans the hall that they pass through, still looking for a flash of red. 鈥淗ave you seen鈥?鈥
Deirdra looks over and relaxes a bit, an apologetic smile on her face. 鈥淣ot yet. But I haven鈥檛 seen Asra either, and you know the two of them are close.鈥
鈥淗m.鈥 Vissenta flexes her fingers and rolls her shoulders back. 鈥淲ell. Guess I鈥檇 better get this show started.鈥
The many and varied demonstrations that have happened throughout the evening occur on small risers placed at the center of each room, with little fanfare to announce the start. Still, word must have spread that the final demonstration of the evening would be in this room, and there鈥檚 more people than Vissenta is entirely comfortable with, milling about and chatting excitedly. She holds her hand out to Deirdra. 鈥淧ebble.鈥
Deirdra presses the stone into her hand and closes her fingers around it. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e gonna knock 鈥榚m dead.鈥
鈥淥r myself.鈥 Vissenta exhales sharply. 鈥淎ctually, that鈥檚 preferred.鈥
And with that, she takes the small stage.
She tries to remember how Alexander explained this particular working to her, and the principles of transmogrification, and all the rest of the jargon that he still managed to make sound like a damn poem whenever he explained it to her. But when she looks up and scans the faces in the small crowd, it all evaporates, and she simply smiles weakly. 鈥淪o. I, um. This is how you鈥 make fireglass.鈥 And with that, she closes her eyes and cups her hands around the pebble and draws on her magic.
Alchemy takes the kind of magic that she鈥檚 not used before. She has to work for it, seek it out, dive into a part of her mind that feels adjacent to wherever her more natural clairvoyant abilities exist, but is just different enough to feel as if she鈥檚 doing everything in reverse. Like if she had a sword in her left hand, rather than her right.
When she opens her eyes, just slightly, she looks down and focuses on the shimmer of purple around the small pebble. Seeing her magic take shape, take color, was perhaps the most exciting thing when she began learning from Alexander, and she wasn鈥檛 shy about letting him know her delight.
And he never made fun of her for it, or treated her like she was childish. In fact, he鈥檇 been just as delighted to watch her learn.
Stop it. It鈥檚 been a week. She can鈥檛 wipe at her eyes right now, but she can blink, and she can tilt her face up to the ceiling as she regains her bearings. Instinctively, she begins to murmur the incantation, feeling the way her magic shifts, and it helps guide her back to the task at hand. I can do this. When she looks back down, her eyes scan the crowd again.
And he鈥檚 there.
Vissenta stutters mid-sentence, and as she does so, the pebble drops into her hands. The pebble, which is halfway through its transformation, and is hotter than anything Vissenta鈥檚 ever felt in her life. 鈥淔uck.鈥 She hisses in pain as she drops the distorted piece of stone, its glassy surface marred by bubbles. She can barely hear the wave of concerned exclamations that ripple through the crowd as she locks eyes with Alexander.
She can鈥檛 bear to look at him for more than a few seconds. He鈥檚 started to move already, through the crush of people, and Vissenta follows her instincts: she runs.
She gathers up the skirt of her dress in her fists and hops down from the risers, ducking and weaving out of the room as well as the awkward sword jostling against her back will allow. At the door opposite of where she鈥檇 come in, and opposite of where Alexander had been standing, she finds Deirdra. 鈥淚 need a drink.鈥
Deirdra takes her by the shoulders. 鈥淰is? Sweetheart, are you all right? What happened with the spell?鈥
Vissenta shakes her head and grabs Deirdra by the wrists and begins to drag her out of the room. 鈥淒ee, I mean it, I need something to drink, some fresh air, and something to hit, in that order.鈥
Deirdra cranes her neck around Vissenta. 鈥淒id you know Alexander鈥檚 here?鈥
鈥淒ee.鈥
鈥淕ods, he鈥檚 dressed better than you are.鈥
鈥淒eirdra Carew-Satrinava.鈥
鈥淥h, fine.鈥 Deirdra pulls Vissenta to the closest table laden with coupes of golden, fizzing wine and passes one over. 鈥淒o you really want to hit something?鈥
Vissenta tosses back the drink and seizes another. 鈥淎bsolutely.鈥 She eyes the swords hanging along the wall, sizing them up, and snatches one that looks like it might actually be useful, unlike the joke of a practice sword strapped to her back. 鈥淚鈥檓 going out to the gardens.鈥
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Thwack.
It might be a tree, but gods, it鈥檚 satisfying to hit.
That鈥檚 all Vissenta can think as she swings the blade in her hand, landing blows on a tree that she hopes neither Nadia nor Deirdra are particularly fond of. She鈥檚 long since discarded her prop sword on the ground, to give her more freedom of movement, and she swings, and thrusts, and even tosses in an imagined parry and riposte.
She鈥檇 forgotten how much she missed being able to do this.
Her heart and stomach are still churning, and her head is still spinning, and she knows it鈥檚 not from the wine. The way the blows of her sword send a shock up her whole arm - force against unyielding object - helps her push it down. Because if she allowed herself a moment to stand still, a moment to breathe and think about anything other than this sword and this tree and this absolute farce of a night, she鈥檇 crumple.
Gods, she might even cry.
鈥淰issenta?鈥
Her heart nearly stops at the sound of Alexander鈥檚 voice and she whirls, still brandishing the sword, the tip of which whizzes mere inches from his nose. 鈥淲hat?鈥
His eyes are wide and trained on the sword, which she still holds pointed at his face. 鈥淵our fighting form is鈥 very good.鈥
Vissenta narrows her eyes. 鈥淚 know.鈥
Alexander takes a deep breath, but he doesn鈥檛 step back, even as he keeps staring at the tip of the blade. 鈥淚鈥︹ He swallows nervously, his Adam鈥檚 apple bobbing, and he finally tears his eyes away from the steel in order to meet Vissenta鈥檚 stare. 鈥淲e need to talk.鈥
鈥淒o we?鈥 Vissenta takes another step closer, but Alexander still doesn鈥檛 step back, in spite of the sword still trained at his chin. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 think there was a whole lot more to say.鈥 Then, an idea begins to grow in her mind, and she can feel a manic grin slowly spread across her face. 鈥淯nless, of course, you want to show me how good your fighting form is.鈥 She nods at the prop sword on the ground. 鈥淚f you can beat me, we can talk.鈥
Vissenta counted on Alexander to give it a try. What she hadn鈥檛 counted on was the way he picks up the sword, as if he鈥檚 testing its weight and balance, and immediately takes the stance of someone who knows exactly what they鈥檙e doing.
She鈥檚 the first to move, as rash as she knows the decision might be, and she mentally curses herself for likely broadcasting her every intention as Alexander deftly blocks her first swing. 鈥淣ice form, MacRionnag.鈥
Something鈥檚 changed in Alexander鈥檚 face and voice and general demeanor. Vissenta notices, even as she鈥檚 doing her very best to knock him flat on his ass, that he moves with much of the same confidence he has when he鈥檚 in his lab. He鈥檚 in his element, as if he鈥檚 done this before, and she makes a mental note to ask him exactly where, when, and how he鈥檚 done this before.
No. You鈥檙e still mad at him.
The gown he鈥檚 in - clearly Asra鈥檚 doing, and Vissenta makes another mental note to thank Asra for several blessings on this day, including an advantage for dueling - doesn鈥檛 do him too many favors when it comes to maneuvering or footwork, particularly on the stairs they鈥檝e now moved to, and Vissenta prays that she isn鈥檛 going to trip on her own hem as she ducks to take a swipe at his knees.
Alexander manages to stay upright and unscathed, though he looks a bit less steady and sure as he twists around to try and catch sight of Vissenta. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 not fair!鈥
鈥淟ots of things aren鈥檛 fair.鈥 Vissenta is vaguely aware that a crowd has begun to gather around them, but all she can think of is winning. She pushes him up to the veranda, waiting to see if he鈥檒l stumble on his way up the stairs, but no matter what she does, no matter how she comes at him, he keeps his balance until they鈥檙e both on level ground. 鈥淕ods, you can鈥檛 dance but you can do all of this?鈥
鈥淣ot the same thing,鈥 Alexander pants, twirling rather impressively as he tries his level best to knock Vissenta鈥檚 sword from her hand.
As the fabric that falls from his shoulders moves with him, Vissenta knows just how she can win. And it certainly won鈥檛 be fair. 鈥淗ow do you think I learned how to dance?鈥 She ducks behind him, behind the falls of gauzy blue, and when Alexander turns to try and spot her, she catches the tip of her sword on them and throws him off balance. He lands on his back with a thud, and Vissenta plants her feet on either side of his waist as she tips his chin up on the end of the blade. 鈥淪o, have I won yet?鈥
Alexander looks up at her, eyes wide and chest heaving. 鈥溾楲eannan鈥 means 鈥榖eloved,鈥欌 he blurts out.
All of the air is knocked from Vissenta鈥檚 lungs, and she drops the sword with a clatter. 鈥淲hat?鈥
Alexander shoves himself up to sitting, still looking up at her. 鈥淚t means鈥 a few things. Lover. Sweetheart.鈥 He clears his throat and shakes his head. 鈥淭he leannan sidhe is a beautiful woman of the Folk who鈥 takes a lover. And possesses their soul.鈥 The words all come out in a rush, and when he finishes, he looks up at her again, his face gone red from more than just exertion.
Vissenta鈥檚 suddenly aware of the hush that鈥檚 fallen over the knot of people gathered around them, which includes Deirdra and Nadia and Asra. Her own face burning, she reaches for Alexander鈥檚 hand and pulls him to standing. 鈥淚 have a guest room,鈥 she whispers. 鈥淎nd we have to talk.鈥
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Vissenta realizes, as she shuts the door behind her, that her dress is a wreck. The clasp in the back is just barely holding on, the filigree at her shoulders is completely askew, and there鈥檚 grass stains all along the hem.
Alexander鈥檚 outfit hasn鈥檛 fared much better. There鈥檚 where Vissenta shredded the bright blue tulle hanging from his shoulders, and the gold spaulders holding it in place look worse for the wear. Vissenta winces when she gets a look at another tear in the deep purple of the gown鈥檚 hem. 鈥淥h, I didn鈥檛 mean to do that.鈥
Alexander follows her gaze. 鈥淚 told Asra this was an absurd thing to wear.鈥
鈥淥h no,鈥 Vissenta says hurriedly. 鈥淒on鈥檛 say that. It looks鈥︹ She sighs. 鈥淟ooked wonderful.鈥 When she looks into Alexander鈥檚 eyes, she sees that his gaze has softened, even as it鈥檚 still tinged with worry. 鈥淚鈥 Sacha, I鈥檓 sorry.鈥
Alexander looks taken aback. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e sorry?鈥
鈥淵es!鈥 Vissenta crosses her arms and starts to pace, just as she鈥檇 done mere hours ago in this same room, though it seems like it could have been days ago by now. 鈥淚 mean, who reacts like I did? It was鈥 it was stupid, and it was juvenile, and I should鈥檝e gone into it with more鈥︹ She waves her hands in the air and huffs. 鈥淩ealistic expectations.鈥
鈥淩ealistic expectations?鈥 Alexander takes a step towards her, gently grasping her waving hands to still her motions, to still her anxious pacing. 鈥淚 was the one with unrealistic expectations.鈥
鈥淗ow?鈥 Vissenta looks up at him. 鈥淗ow, exactly, was it unrealistic to expect me to act like a normal goddamn human being?鈥
Alexander looks like he鈥檚 ready to start pacing around now. His eyes are wide, even a bit pleading, and he holds on to Vissenta鈥檚 hands as if for dear life. 鈥淚 thought鈥︹ He takes a deep breath. 鈥淚 thought you were joking when you told me. And, and鈥︹ He lets go of her hands in order to start running his hands through his hair, as if he might start trying to pull it out by the roots, but seems to think better of it and instead sits carefully on the edge of the bed as he rests his forehead against his palms. 鈥淎nd I underreacted, if anything. I thought鈥 I mean I think鈥 I mean鈥︹ He trails off, searching for the words, still not meeting Vissenta鈥檚 eyes.
Vissenta sits next to him, unsure if she should reach out to take his hands, or rest her hand on his back, and so she simply folds her own hands in her lap instead. 鈥淜eep going,鈥 she says, softly. 鈥淚t鈥檚 just me, Sacha.鈥
鈥淏ut you鈥檙e not just anyone,鈥 he says in a rush. 鈥淰issenta, I don鈥檛 let people get close, and for what I thought were very good reasons, and then you just鈥︹ He does look up at her now, his expression somewhere halfway between a smile and tears, if such a thing were possible. 鈥淵ou were鈥 there. Always there, and not letting me forget you for even a minute.鈥
Vissenta bites her lip to keep from smiling too wide. 鈥淚鈥檝e been told it鈥檚 one of my most irritating qualities.鈥
鈥淥ne of your most endearing.鈥 Alexander does truly smile now. 鈥淚 mean it.鈥
She can鈥檛 help her disbelieving snort. 鈥淪o what, I just wore you down?鈥
He shakes his head. 鈥淣o. You鈥︹ Alexander reaches one hand up, as if he might tuck a stray lock of her hair back, and hesitates, stopping just short of actually reaching forward. 鈥淚 wanted you around. Want you around. I just didn鈥檛 think I鈥檇 be able to鈥︹ He trails off again, his eyes moving to trace the features of Vissenta鈥檚 face.
She tilts her head and purses her lips. 鈥淪acha?鈥 When he doesn鈥檛 immediately respond, she feels her heart hammering fit to burst from her chest, and the flutter of her nerves makes her start to smile.
鈥淚 love you.鈥
Vissenta鈥檚 still smiling, and now it turns to a grin, and before she can stop to think, she begins to laugh. She laughs with relief, and with something more, and it takes her a moment to realize that she鈥檚 the only one laughing. Taking a deep breath, she takes Alexander鈥檚 hands and laces her fingers through his. 鈥淚鈥檓鈥︹ She snorts, giggling again, and needs a moment to control herself before she can begin again. 鈥淚鈥檓... sorry. I鈥檓 not laughing at you, I promise.鈥
When Alexander still doesn鈥檛 reply, she untangles one hand to reach up and run her thumb over the crease between his brows. 鈥淚鈥檓 happy, Sacha. Believe it or not, those are words I haven鈥檛 exactly heard much before.鈥
His answering smile is tentative. 鈥淪o I should say them again?鈥
Vissenta doesn鈥檛 give him a chance. She lunges forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and knocking him back onto the bed as she slants her smiling mouth over his. Pulling back from the kiss, she looks down at him and beams. 鈥淚 love you, Sacha.鈥
He pulls her down for another kiss, but not before murmuring against her lips: 鈥淚 love you.鈥
Her hands in his hair. 鈥淚 love you.鈥
His hands tracing a line down her back, sliding down the dress that鈥檚 just barely holding on. 鈥淚 love you.鈥
Over, and over, with every kiss, every touch, every inch of fabric that slips away between them, they repeat the words, back and forth. "I love you."
鈥淚 love you.鈥
鈥淚 love you.鈥
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