OCKISSWEEK - DAY 4
Adrigo & Agria
remember when I said I wouldn’t write anything bc I feel sick. I just finished this wip instead I lied I’m sorry. @thesolemnhour I love Agria a lot
Adrigo had come to know Viktor Lebeda in the ways he had come to know all men whose pride and hopes stretched before them in the dreams of a proud lineage: they were cruel and cowardly first, and pleasantly gullible second. Feathers ruffled by Adrigo’s preaching of “a better way” for the poor could be soothed by appeasing promises and an upturned smile—and who would accuse an aasimar of wretchedness when misguided selfishness was obviously the truth?
Adrigo had to be wretched. Nobody else reached for what he wanted like he did. They lacked conviction.
The girl was innocent. The Lebeda daughter. All girls were, in some way: maybe he once was, before he doffed the sheep’s wool and became the wolf. Did Viktor know he sent his daughter straight to its jaws? Would he care?
Men like him never did, Adrigo reasoned with a smile as he took Agria’s hand and kissed it. Her face was distant, faraway, and displeased—good. That meant she was learning.
Pleasantries aside, he didn’t think of keeping her for long. His mind was racing with the thought of where those like Viktor would end up one day; those who took and controlled without sympathy or remorse, who let their ego and corruption come before their duty to their cause. Those who kept a boot to the neck of their world.
Adrigo would be the one holding a heel to theirs before long.
“You are an aasimar as well,” Adrigo remarked, still keeping Agria’s hand in his, still half-bowed as though he might kiss it again. He saw the dissatisfied twitch in her grimace.
“Congratulations,” she said as she sharply whipped her hand back out of his grasp. “You have eyes. I suppose next you’ll say that my parents must be proud?”
Adrigo chuckled as he stood upright. “I’m sure they are. You’re a very presumptuous woman, Agria.”
“It’s served me well,” she sniffed. The way she looked him over would have made a lesser man tremble. Judging from some of the boys cowering just out of her gaze, he had to imagine her intensity was infamous. Later there would be time to ponder if it was due to their shared heritage.
“What assumptions have you made about me, then? I know we have only just met, but consider me curious. It’s rare for me to meet another of the periblooded.”
Agria huffed and raised her head. “I think you are arrogant,” she said, “and you think yourself twice as clever as you really are. And I think you are trying to build too much camaraderie with me by virtue of being an aasimar. I don’t care that I am one. It’s not important to me.”
Adrigo blinked, almost taken aback. Her eyes were like two summer suns in the height of the season, coating everything in hot hazy orange and withering leaves away. His own eyes were suns on a black sky; he was a solar eclipse in motion. He idly wondered if she knew how terrifying she looked. She’d learn. Or he’d block her way.
“I see,” he said with a warm smile. “I stand corrected.”
“Is that so?” She asked smugly.
“You’re a very dangerous woman, Agria Lebeda. Have you yet decided what you’re going to do with all of that anger?”
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I’m new to the show Supernatural but all I want is for Dean to move in close while never breaking eye contact with Cas, and then to gently cup his cheeks and kiss him hungrily. And Cas kisses him back, spins them, and pins Dean against the wall…yep, I want to write about them but I’m too new and I’ll write them ooc 😭
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The first time he laughs like that - loud, resonant and sincere - Dean freezes. Cas wrinkles his eyes and wrinkles his nose, smiling brightly at some stupid joke Dean have told. Dean looks at him, unable to tear his gaze away, feeling something warm rise in his chest – as if the sun is washing his soul with its golden light. That sun is Castiel.
Cas notices Dean looking and tilts his head, still smiling.
“What?”
Dean shakes his head and returns Cas a smile - as the moon returns the sun its light.
“I love you.”
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thinking about trans Dean and how that plays into The Trauma,,, like the only way I can imagine John accepting transsexualism is if Dean started living full time as a boy really young, after Mary just happily went along with Dean's preferences, and John allowed it on the basis he'd rather have a boy anyway but ONLY if no one ever found out. Rationalised it in his head as maybe like, Dean essentially being intersex or something going wrong with the pregnancy, so he can see Dean as his son who was born male but defective. So Dean is like, stealth whether he likes it or not, and John is even more vigilant about making sure he acts like a 'real man' than he would have been if Dean were cis. Polices his gender expression and interests far more than he does Sam's for instance.
(And obviously this also impacts the internalised homophobia! If he'd found Sam with a man, John would have called him a girl. If he'd found Dean with one, he would have meant it.)
Sam obviously knows, but can probably remember a time when he was really little and didn't realise, before he just kind of absorbed the secret in the way kids do. But he definitely doesn't know/understand the intricacies of John's abuse of Dean (much like neither of them understand the dynamic he had with the other in canon, even if Sam's more aware that his own situation was abusive). Like I imagine at some point Sam is there while Dean is coming out and explaining this all to say, Jo or Cas or someone, during a late night heart to heart, and Sam is sitting there horrified as he learns a lot of stuff for the very first time.
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You’re turn Kren! You can answer any of them or all of them LOL
I debated on who to do for this, but I chose to go with one of the twst lads who has been on my mind a lot recently ◆
❤️🔥: Who tends to take the lead with showing affection?
Cater and I are both quite affectionate people, so both of us!! though it kind of depends. there are times that he's a little... shall we say, taken aback by his affection being reciprocated? it sometimes takes him a moment, but after his brain reboots, he meets the level of affection in return - verbally and/or physically ♡
🗣️: Who’s the one that will ramble on about their highly specific interest while the other just sits back and nods along?
again, both of us! I often am the listener more often than the rambler, but when I do ramble, he's always more than happy to listen! and since we share a couple of interests, sometimes we bounce back and forth, too
thank you for the ask! these were so cute
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