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loptyrs-moved · 3 years

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Can you talk more abt ur fandoms ocs? I like your writing a lot and would like to know more abt em

Oh my goodness I’m 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you’re SO sweet thank you!

Well, I have quite a few and some have their own deeper lore stories that go with them. If you guys want more information on them, I can do separate posts on all of them. But Here they are! I’m so excited to share my babies with you!

More is under the cut. The Picrew I used is here.

Ikemen Revolution

Black Army Side

Corrin Fukui

Age: Appears to be in mid-early twenties

Hair: Brick white

Eyes: Blood Red

Height: 4′11

Any other Qualities:

Draconic features -- She’s literally a dragon but not by nature

Curved Opalescent Horns

Shimmery opalescent tail

Wings that also shimmer in the light

retractable?

Pointed ears

Easily frightened by loud noises and sudden movements

stunted growth

Hoards blankets and comfort items

writes in a journal every day

its one luka got for her and she refuses to write in anything else. she pours her heart out on the pages, and all her memories

she had a brother! but he passed away because of the magic tower :(

turns into a gIANT DRAGON

ICE ICE BREATH BABY

Was found by Luka while on a patrol near the forbidden forest, lost and afraid, so she was taken in

Had amnesia at first

She actually is an experiment of Amon and she managed to escape

Excellent at sewing and gardening

Sufficient with baking

She’s for Luka! The way they fell for each other was a slow, gradual trust, and mutual understanding. She saw him as a man, as he was, and nothing else.

Sometimes is called Corri

gentle hearted and innocent

but not as innocent as you’d think

she’s a dragon, and she’s a greedy little one

Ophelia Dae

Age: 24

Hair: Crimson red

Eyes: Jade green

Height: 5′8

Any other Qualities:

A skilled swordsman, and one of the Chosen Thirteen

9 of Spades baybeee

While she is more accustomed to short swords and sabers, Phelia is a magic user! But she isn’t really in agreement with Ray with his stance on magic

BOMBASTIC AS HELL

BISEXUAL

“Is he bothering you Queen?”

Trans

Was friends with Ray and Fenrir while in school, and was just as much of a hellraiser as them

she was there when the day things went dark happened and was almost taken but that day is a blur for her

phelia REFUSES to talk about it

she still has nightmares

raised by a single mother

TRIVIA! She was an old fire emblem oc i had and she was the daughter of Arvis -- so if you squint when she uses magic you’ll see Valflame

joined the army probably because Fenrir was too, and she was inspired by him

she joined for her own reasons but he made it easier for her to do it too

his passion was what made her fall for him in the first place

has a personal vendetta against the magic tower for what they did to her and her friends

AND CORRIN JEEZ

will sacrifice herself if necessary to the cause

PROBABLY HAS ALMOST DIED BECAUSE OF IT

Bruh girl

Amira Nasiri

Age: 22

Hair: Chocolate brown

Eyes: Turquoise blue

Height: 5′3

Any other qualities:

My version of Alice! Difference is that she’s Persian

That’s it

She’s just as spunky as Alice

however she responds with being called Alice a little different

she’s adamant about being called Amira

At some point she just accepts Seth does it to distance himself

also an avid baker like alice

pISTACIOS

BAKLAVA

Amira is just Alice except she’s just my take on her.

She has the same vibrant spirit as Alice

and I personally consider Seth the canon route for REASONS

just ask me why fjgdfgjksd

Red Army Side

Azul Flores

Age: 25

Hair: Raven black

Eyes: Wisteria purple

Height: 5′0

Any Other Qualities:

An old friend of the Queen of Hearts

like she met him when she was 8 years old

fought his bullies when they would give him a hard time when he was a kid

they dated for a WHILE

did NOT work out

HARD CHILDHOOD

Ambitious, hard working young woman who was married into a high standing family on the Red side. Her mother was a teacher and gained the attention of one of the Chosen Thirteen on that side, and got married

Azul is NOT the officer’s daughter. She’s his step daughter

Has had extensive studies on the History of Cradle and of the Red Territory.

Wants to be a Cradle Historian

Works for the Red Army as a personal assistant to the queen

UNINTENTIONAL

THEY ACTUALLY CANT STAND EACH OTHER

Unless....

Look their story is very dramatic and it hurts me every day so please stay tuned with them.

CUT THROAT BITCH

YOUR DEVIL

DEMON

Heckles Jonah like its her job — she knows him better than anyone elsd, if anyone knows his bs, its her

Bad resting bitch face

Actually really shy, and quiet when in different surroundings

A sweetheart and will cut a bitch for you once she knows u

She is perhaps one of the most transparent, honest, genuine person. there is no bullshit with her. she will tell you her honest thoughts with you

Cerise Nam

Age: 19

Hair: Berry Pink

Eyes: Petal Pink

Height: 5′2

Any other qualities:

Her mom came to Cradle from a far off place, and set up a food and pastry shop in the Central Quarter. Met her dad. Been there since

They live in Black Territory

She works for her parents and works with the pastries/desserts

loves making desserts from where her parents are from

She knows the Queen of Hearts VERY well since she makes the best mille feuille

Got a job from him actually, and works for the Red Army Headquarters kitchen

Loves to cook and bake!

a little naïve, but she’s a realist

youngest of FIVE kids!!

Morning girl

She may be petite but she can HEAFT heavy bags of flour/rice/dry goods

Met Zero by accident, and crashed into him while in town

love at first sight for her. how can you fault her?

she thinks he’s dreamy... and sweet...

does she flirt with him a little? Cerise can’t help it...

She and Zero have more of a hidden relationship because she fears her parents won’t approve

family stuff -- and she understands

RED ARMY OFFICER?? BLACK TERRITORY GIRL

look im cheesy

dont worry it works out

zero has to consider himself and his own personal stuff too so its a little difficult

Non Army Suitor(s)

Lucile Lidell

Age: 20

Hair: Straw blonde

Eyes: Aqua blue

Height: 5'1

Any other qualities:

She and her twin, Noelle, are the actual descendants of the original Alice

Inherited unusual hairpins that were from cradle

More of the 'modern woman stuck in the wrong time' kind of gal

Rebellious

Noelle and Luci: partners in crime

Short skirts galore

Does not give a singular shit of what MEN think of her

Wants to be taken seriously

Sometimes acts like an airhead in order to get attention. She's actually pretty somber as a person and prefers to be in the background as her sister takes the stage

loves her sister more than anyone else in the world

When she and Noelle fall into Cradle, they kind of hightail it and live in the woods with Harr and Loki

Sticks with Harr since he's literally the least threatening man ever

First man to feel safe around

"Excuse me he said NO pickles!"

Will cut a bitch for him, or use magic -- luci will hurt someone if they even think a bout looking at him wrong

Loves to make clothes

'I mended the holes in your cloak for you...' 'Bye Harr, be safe and have a good day.'

'Welcome home, I missed you.'

Puts up a tough girl front but she's just a big softie just like him

Doesn't realize she has a crush on him until shit starts to hit the fan

Actually very vanilla tbh but wants to spoil her bf

Ikemen Sengoku

Ito Tsunade

Age: 26

Hair: Straw Blonde

Eyes: Molten Gold

Height: 5′5

Any Other Qualities:

Graduate student at the same university as Sasuke

got stuck in the storm with him and Mai, and was tossed into the sengoku era

but she got separated from Mai

Met Shingen first much to her luck because uh.... lets say Tsunade is aint the sharpest tool in the shed

HEAD EMPTY

ZERO THOUGHTS

AIRHEAD

her aesthetic when she gets there?

TITS OUT

BIG HONKERS BIG TATA

HOT

her head might be empty but her tits are fat and they will protect you

Music nerd — loves traditional Japanese instruments, especially the difficult ones

Specializes in girl metal in modern day

eventually proves herself and plays some sick chords for the takeda/uesegi forces

she has entertained them for now

puts sake away like a monster

when she meets sasuke, she finds comfort in the fact he’s also lost with her, so she clings

asks him how to protect herself from shingen bc he’s horny lolol

genuinely thinks sasuke is hilarious

also does NOT realize she’s in love with him until the gravest of grave happens

her name was UNINTENTIONAL

Aibana Hinata

Age: Presents in his early-mid twenties

Hair: Black Midnight

Eyes: Haunting gold and vermillion

Height: 5'3

Any other qualities:

The concubine of Nobunaga

Please know I made him a long while before the other guy was dropped so I’m just gonna offer this little gay boy

Nobunaga bought him from a brothel after being so intrigued by him. Hina entertained him so well that he was set for life

A RIGHT SNARKY BASTARD

HE KNOWS HE’S PRETTY AND CAN GET AWAY WITH MURDER

Likes to challenge Nobunaga in battles of wits

board games

debate as pillow talk

swordplay if the lords will entertain him enough

Bisexual as hell

Gender? Don’t know her

He uses all pronouns

True pronoun: princess

ONLY EXISTS IN A UNIVERSE WHERE THERE IS MAI

Nobunaga/Mai/Hinata........

Unless.......

Smart, and educated

former geisha

he can read! and write!

LOVE FUCKING WITH HIDEYOSHI

if there is mai, he would bond with her like no one else

he would be her best friend

her confidant

genuinely adores her

even if she is pursuing nobunaga, he doesn’t resent her ... he just wishes that she would find room in her heart for him too

puts up a tough exterior

a softie.....

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teetlesandnimjas · 4 years

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What if in the explosion the brothers got separated?

This is a villain turtle au- if you don’t want to read it you can scroll past! I know it’s a cliche concept but it was fun! And I like doing my own spin on things.

(Note in this au when they’re mutated they are a little older, young kids, as this idea wouldn’t work if they weren’t SEMI competent. They’re still 13, 14, and 15 in modern times, but when they’re first mutated Mikey is 3, Leo and Donnie are 4, and Raph is 5)

Donnie: got scooped up by Draxum in the end, and works as his assistant first, son second. He has a similar position to Foot Recruit; despite being fully capable of actually being useful, he is treated with little respect and does mundane tasks like running errands and fixing random, broken objects. He is trained constantly but is told over and over again that he is “not good enough” yet. Despite this he puts his heart into everything he does. Broken clock? Sure he’ll fix it and it’s got LAZERS now! This causes him to accidentally make problems, and Draxum thinks that Donnie is “a complete and udder fool” which is further from the truth. Villain Donnie is a lot like canon Donnie personality wise but a bit more serious. He does not approve of Draxum’s use of mystic powers, and resents using them himself. He refuses the axe Draxum tries to give him. Draxum has little regard for what Donnie thinks and does, and therefore has an awful relationship with him. And yknow Donnie’s abandonment and self-worth issues? Yeah crank that up to 11. Basically Donnie hates Draxum and the Mystic City, and the Shredder going rouge is the last straw. “WATCH ME! ILL WIPE OUT THE HUMAN THREAT WITHOUT YOUR STUPID MAGIC! YOU HEAR ME BARON DRAXUM- I DEFY YOU!”

Leo: made his way to New York via Senior Hueso. Originally I was going to have him raised by Hueso but then realized it wouldn’t make a lot of sense- so Senior Hueso picks baby Leo up off the streets but ever the wanderer Leo walks right through the GIANT PORTAL IN THE WALL. From there Foot Brute, attempting and failing to find members for the clan, picks up this tiny, promising turtle off the street. “What is that thing?” “I dunno but he’s cute- and we’re in need of members” “That is an actual child” “so?” And then Leo is raised by his two dad- I mean sensei. I put raised lightly. He was treated better than Donnie but he was never given a lot of attention, and therefore turned to causing trouble to get attention. And not just from his dads, from anyone he can. Causing mischief in the city actually helped him in his training, as he became very skilled at sneaking, fighting, and stealing. He butts heads with Foot Recruit a lot because of his constant need for approval and attention. She finds him genuinely annoying while he just views it as “playful teasing.” That comes back to bite him the butt upon meeting Donnie, who comes along to help make form the Shredder armor, but he does not want to be there. Forced to work together, Donnie gets sick of Leo’s crap real fast but they don’t really hate each other, but in the moment they needed to play it off like they did and therefore gave the impression to the other that they DID hate them. Confusing, I know. Draxum tries and fails on multiple occasions to nab Leo but if he does he realizes it’ll put a major dent in his plans. So he forbids Donnie to speak to Leo. But no one stops Leo from talking to him. But Donnie’s coldness and Leo’s cruel banter really doesn’t help them get along. The moment Shredder goes rogue and the Foot Clan collapses, Leo flees in fear. “What if” this and “what if” that but mostly because he tried to take out Shredder and ruined his clan name. But even on the street, Leo remains the same annoying, much more cruel and dark humored mutant.

Mikey: Got scooped up by the Mud Dogs and taken to Big Mama, dragging only Lou’s glasses with him since even as a toddler he picked up anything shiny he saw. I plan to draw the interaction between tiny Mikey and the Dogs (and how Mikey got his name in this au) but that’s a surprise. Anyways pretty quickly he got entered in the Battle Nexus. Think about the appeal that fight would have! Just a couple years of training and then bam! “Introducing Hakka-gu! Our youngest fighter ever- only 8 years old!” And having natural talent and capabilities he was an instant hit. And he wasn’t treated horribly, after all Big Mama couldn’t risk one of her most profitable champions running away. But he is still treated as nothing but that- a profit, a marketable product. No one calls him his real name anymore, no one cares about him, just his capabilities. When he gets injured it isnt “are you okay?” It’s “is your body okay?” And sometimes he’s treated like an idiot- especially by Big Mama. He was never taught language and has very botched speaking patterns because “intelligence isnt important for a champion.” Well eventually he has enough of that, and through a bloodbath, he is able to escape to New York. Now he’ll get respect- he’ll make them respect him. But he gets quickly spotted by the Foot Clan and Draxum, as he’s in the way. Upon finding out about the plans to wipe out humans, he knows he has to stop them. Who can respect him if THESE GUYS wanna take over the world? He’s not getting mistreated again. But when the Shredder goes rogue he panics- he cant stop it but... he knows who can. He goes crawling back to Big Mama and strikes a deal. A better champion. Better than him. And she takes it, although in the end she makes some... alterations to the deal. But this doesn’t stop his quest for respect, and he ultimately heads back to New York.

Raph: Savage! He’s alone, a young child who doesn’t know where to go. He panics, and rampages all the way to New York. After a good, long, temper-tantrum, he finds himself in an alleyway, climbing into a sewer. And there he eats rats, he sets up a not-so-homely-home for himself. He flashes in and out of his anger, but he is almost always emotional and looking for some sort of control in his life. He gets that through rampages, causing destruction in any way he can. Usually he doesn’t make TOO much of a mess but he’s brought down a few buildings in his time. Eventually, upon seeing a rampaging demon-armor in the streets and seeing 2 figures trying to stop it (at this point Mikey is getting Big Mama) he realizes there are others out there like him. And then begins a struggle for control not over the world, but over himself too. There are times he gains control and although lonely, he knows he must learn. He learns English in flickers, and it isn’t perfect, but he can communicate. He can talk to them. Now he just needs to stop hurting them.

Extra notes:

In this au the only one with their weapon is Donnie. Mikey and Leo are skilled with the weapons they have in canon (the Ōdachi and Kusari-fundo) but they do not have mystic powers. Raph is... well... Raph. He can’t fight with weapons well but he can pack a punch.

Mikey is still a chef and artist, taking a liking to the ability to create, but just like with everything else he “needs to focus on his fights” so he can’t have interests. A kid like Mikey HATES this and any time he can he sneaks away to bake and draw. Usually this is at 2 am.

Leo has anxiety. The minute something not in the plan happens, or a loud noise, or having to talk to someone without a script, he goes into fight-or-flight mode. He often finds that the answer is to fight.

Raph is not necessarily evil- he is an antagonist but he is not evil. He simply has no control and lashes out at everything. That’s why he stays in the sewers. Nothing down there’s moves other than rats, bugs, and the water. But he has to get violent urges out some how.

April is a reporter-in-training in the au, as she never met the turtles until after the Shredder incident. She’s immediately interested in it, as she is everything “supernatural” and she gets dangerously close to some of their fights. I don’t know how they meet yet or if she becomes friends with any of them.

After the Shredder incident, the only thing stopping each turtle from destroying New York is each other. Seriously. They keep getting in each other’s ways because “I want to take over the world, not THEM!”

They all have certain villain stereotypes. Donnie is sort of a mad scientist, Leo is a teasing, monologging villain, Mikey acts like a nut case but has a certain intelligence to him, and Raph appears as a total destroyer.

In the end they get redeemed and find out they’re family, but it takes a while. Mikey is the one to hunt down Draxum, while Leo stalks him. Upon finding this out, having 3 out of 4 looking for each other, they find each other pretty fast. And there’s a big dramatic apology scene with all 3 of them, and at first Donnie thinks they’re conspiring against him and ambushes them but is only met with three harmless turtles who refuse to fight him. They tell him what the deal is and Donnie is shocked. And then he’s pissed. “WHY DIDNT DRAXUM TELL ME!? YOURE LYING! LIARS! NO!” In the end he realizes the truth, but it takes a little “talk” with Draxum. And then Donnie nearly commits murder. Don’t worry they stop him. But there’s no Draxum redemption arc because Donnie would continuously try to commit a felony. April is also somewhere in there and like gives the brothers goodness lessons but idk where that fits in I’m still working this out shajajajajaj

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #villain turtle au #i love theeeeese #also sorry theres no cut i couldnt figure it out on mobile #YOURE GETTING ART SOON! IVE ALREADY GOT MIKEY!#TaNTalks #im sorry

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logan-is-noggin · 3 years

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Cinder-fella part 2

summary: after being told by his stepfather he cant go to the ball, Patton is visited by someone who doesn't agree

word count: 1694

Weeks passed and the announcement of the ball was proclaimed in the market. roman and Remus arrived home enormously excited upon hearing about the ball. Patton quietly closed the door and placed their items on the front table. roman had not stopped fanning himself, muttering about what he would wear. Janus placed a hand on each of his sons. " leave everything to me, come the night of the ball, the prince wont help but make one of you his prince." Patton stood there, imagining himself at the ball, enjoying himself, possibly even meeting the prince. " PATTON!"

he shook his head to dispel his daydream, and saw Janus glaring at him. " what are you doing just standing there. you have work to do." he handed Patton a bundle of black and green fabrics " use this to make Remus an outfit for the ball. when you're done you can get started on Roman's." he said as he headed up the stairs to take a nap. but halfway up he was stopped by Patton's timid voice. " e-excuse me stepfather, I was wondering. that when I am finished with their outfits if I could make one for myself with the leftover material?" Janus turned his body fully to face the boy " what would you need such an outfit for?"

" oh, um- the ball, the page who announced it said that all eligible young men and women were instructed to attend for the prince to choose his mate and-"

" you thought you'd walk in, the prince would take one look at you and fall madly in love?" Patton kept his gaze lowered " its not impossible that it could happen"

" my dear boy, the prince will be very busy, conversing and dancing with many important people that night, the odds you even see him at the castle would be slim to none."

" well, even if not, it would be fun to just be in the castle, or even just seeing it up close."

Janus had made his way back down, he took Patton's chin in on of his gloved hands, as if appraising him. then he let go. " take it from me, as someone whose seen the palace up close, you wont be missing much."

( the day of the ball- 5 pm, Logan pov)

Prince Logan sat at his desk in his study that was attached to his chambers, all week he had been sulking about the ball, even reading his beloved books that were shelved along one whole wall of his study couldn't relax him down. earlier, he had thought to send a personal invitation to the boy he had met in the market the past week. but in the flurry of preparations he had forgotten his name. and he didn't know where the lad lived. Logan answered the knock at the door. it was Virgil. " sir, you really should have been at least dressed by now." in cases like this, Logan was lenient about how Virgil addressed him. honestly, Virgil had been more of a trusted friend or even brother than a servant, so Logan tried to afford him every exception.

" I know, but I so loathe these events, even ones where i am not center of attention. i wish there was a way out of these!" Virgil thought for a minute. " if i should be permitted to speak freely sir?" Logan nodded " ever since you became of age to marry, you have been subjected to how many balls in order to arrange your marriage?"

" ten" the prince replied. as if that answer had let him figure the rest of the dilemma for himself, his eyes lit up. another knock at the door stopped Logan from embracing Virgil, Thomas entered the room. " Logan, you're not even dressed. guests will be arriving any minute."

" my apologies father, but if I may have a word about the party?" " i know you're not thrilled about tonight, but it would be impossible to cancel the day of."

" I agree, and that is not what I mean, Virgil had come up with a compromise. If I am to find a mate tonight at the ball, that's great, but if not, let this be the last time mother tries to find them in this way. ten is an even number, is it not?"

Thomas nodded " I agree it seems to be a fair compromise. very well. I will tell your mother your decision. now you go get ready." both Logan and Virgil bowed, Virgil deeper than Logan before they hurried through the door to Logan's chambers.

(Patton pov)

Janus was observing roman and Remus's outfits, walking slowly around them. Patton had made roman a white outfit embellished with gold decoration down the front of the shirt, then draped across the front was a bright red sash. Remus was a stark opposite in his black with silver details. he had glittering puffs added to his shoulders after he asked Patton to make his outfit more dramatic than his brothers, a lime green sash graced his front. Patton only mended Janus's yellow bordered cape added to his usual outfit he wore. as they finished preening, Patton answered the door, greeting the carriage driver that would bring them to the castle. Patton informed Janus " the carriage is here, stepfather." He just spat back " fetch me my gloves boy." He hurried to the door, his arms full of Janus and Romans yellow and white gloves and Remus's Morning-star tipped cane. " we are to return at one am. Have tea ready for us." Patton nodded as he handed them each their accessories on their way out. Roman gave Patton a small nod and mouthed his thanks. Patton quietly closed the door and sighed, letting his shoulders fall. He wrapped his arms around himself as he sat in a woven chair. A few tears slipped from his eyes and he quickly wiped them away. " it's not fair." He whispered. " I wish I could go to the ball" he prayed silently. His head lifted in surprise when the there was a knock at the door. He was about to open it when the door itself burst open. Patton heard a voice sounding like a laugh and followed it out the door. Then he heard it in the garden, but there was no one there. Finally as he rounded the house he saw someone leaning against the open door. He wore a silver vest with black satin pants and shoes that sparkled. He wore dark glasses and held a strange looking see through cup. He smirked as he saw Patton. " while I always love a game of hide and seek, we got to get moving. Lots of work to do." He pushed himself off the door and took a step towards Patton. " who are you? Where'd you come from?" " the names Remy, and not gonna answer that one. Anyway, I'm your fairy god father." He pushed his glasses up onto his face tighter. Patton tilted his head " but you look my age, how could you be a father to anyone?" he teased " its just an expression, darling."

" I heard you wishing to go to the ball, so here I am." He said spreading his arms wide. Patton's eyes grew " can you really help me get there?" " yep. But we got to get going, coffee bean, there's a lot of work ahead." He pulled the straw from the cup and set the cup down. Remy shook the leftover liquid from the straw until magical sparks flew from the end. " now first thing first, bring me one of those pumpkins from the garden, we need to make you a carriage." Patton smiled and took off, rolling back a very round gourd until it landed right side up in front of Remy. Remy cracked his knuckles then waved the wand. The fruit shook as it grew larger and larger, turning from Orange to pale cream. Windows and a door appeared on either side and the vines curled round and round until they turned into metal wheels. Patton was astonished. he had never seen anything like this before. Remy clicked his tongue as he spotted four mice near the open door. With his magic he picked them up and they floated, transforming mid air into three white stallions and a driver who glanced down at his newly formed body. " this is all amazing. I can't thank you enough-" Remy stopped him " hold on, we ain't done yet. You couldn't step foot inside the castle looking like that." Patton looked down at his outfit. The pants and shirt were both baggy on him, currently being held up by pieces of rope since Remus was larger than him. Both articles were stained heavily. He was only able to wash one of his two outfits once a month. Remy snapped his fingers " well come on, twirl, don't make me do all the work." "Oh, sorry" he said. he started to slowly turn in place while Remy's magic glowed around him. His clothes shrunk to fit him perfectly, sky blue with silver filigree on the shirt, collar and cuffs. His boots were black and shiny. Patton was once again bewildered. He ran to a puddle and looked at his face and hair was brushed back and his face clean. His old broken glasses were now thin silver wire frames. " this is incredible." He said as tears of joy welled in his eyes. " somethings missing, show me your hands" Patton obeyed, holding his hands out. With a other wave, his fingers covered with white gloves with blue similar patterns. " there. Now you're perfect. go have fun coffee bean." Patton climbed Into his carriage. Remy held the door " one last thing- make sure you're out by midnight. My magic, like Coffee, doesn't last forever." The driver whipped the horses into a gallop towards the castle. After it was gone, Remy picked up his cup, then over in the garden took a piece of pumpkin and tossed it in, it dissolved into a dark brown liquid. Remy put his straw back in and took a sip.

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#logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #thomas sanders #cinderella #remy/sleep

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gaamagirl565 · 4 years

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Matters of the heart Ep 3

WARNING: FOR BLOOD AND VERY MILD LANGUAGE Matters Of The Heart Episode 3: Festival Follies {OPENING CREDITS} {the sun rises over old corona; cut to Varian peacefully asleep in bed. The bed shakes a bit and we see Varian smirk a bit. 6-year-old Isaiah comes into frame and climbs on Varian} Varian: *chuckles* augh! Isaiah...can I help you? Isaiah: It’s harvest day daddy! We gots ta help grandpa! Come on! Up! *pulls on his bangs* Varian: augh! Okay okay! Easy on the hair buddy! {he playfully grabs Isaiah and they get up and it cuts to Varian making breakfast and serving it} Isaiah: *sees Ruddiger on the table* Ruddy! Ruddiger: *chitters happily* Isaiah: *plays with him* Varian: boys come on now...settle down. Isaiah: yes daddy…*sit and eats the eggs he’s given* {cut to Varian and Quirin out in the field; they’re talking about how to expand their crops} Isaiah: *runs over* DADDY! Daddy! Look what I found! *holds up snake* Varian: AAAHH! ISAIAH PUT IT DOWN!!! Quirin: only your kid would go near a poisonous puff adder… {Cut to Varian doing alchemy and mixing herbs} Varian: this should cure miss Balman’s gout. {he adds a drop of a chemical and it blows up in his face} Isaiah: Thar’ she blows! Varian: *hacks and coughs* and that’s why I have the goggles! {Cut to autumn with Varian Helping Quirin by the barn and Isaiah playing in the straw} Quirin: *looks up* VARIAN!

Varian: huh? *looks and sees Isaiah on top of the barn roof* AHHHHHH!!!! ISAIAH! STAY.RIGHT.THERE!

{Isaiah gets closer to the ledge giggling}

Varian: ISAIAH!

Quirin: *drops shovel* ISAIAH!!

{Isaiah falls off the roof into a hay bale}

Varian & Quirin: *run over in a panic*

Isaiah: *giggling* daddy I almost flew!

Varian: *looking him over realizing he’s not hurt before embracing him* oh thank god… my boy….

Quirin: …..100% your son. 100% {cut to winter} Isaiah: *playing out in the snow* Varian: Son, come here for a second! Isaiah: *runs over* yeah daddy? Varian: *gives him a wooden sword* happy birthday… Isaiah: WHOA! Just like the real guards! I declare myself the protector of old corona! {snow falls on him} Isaiah: I’m okay! {cut to night time; Isaiah being tucked into bed} Isaiah: goodnight daddy! Varian: goodnight buddy… *blows out candle and he kisses his head* {sun rises and the camera pans from the window over to the bed where Isaiah now 12 years old is sleeping. the rooster crows, and Isaiah wakes up} Isaiah: hmm? Yes! {cut to Isaiah peering around the corner and sees the front door to the lab} Isaiah: *smirks and starts sneaking to go out* Varian: Oh no you don’t! {Varian picks him up} Isaiah: Auughh! Dad! Varian: And where are you off to so early may I ask? Isaiah: to the orchard! Augh! No noogies! Varian: The orchard? Isaiah no one is there at this hour. Isaiah: Exactly! Perfect time for me to practice! Varian: okay okay...just be careful. Your grandfather and I will be in the south fields if you need us. No running with your arrows, and Take Ruddiger with you! Isaiah: whhhyy!? Varian: I don’t like the idea of you being completely alone. Old Corona may be nice but it can be dangerous when it wants to be. Isaiah: yeah okay...come on Ruddy… Varian: Don’t forget your bow! {Isaiah grabs his bow and arrows and runs out the front door and down the road running past Quirin} Isaiah: Hi grandpa! Bye grandpa! Quirin: huh-wha? Haha. Morinin’ Isaiah! {Isaiah runs to the orchard with ruddiger and over to a tree with various arrows lodged in it} Isaiah: *deep breath and looks up at big shiny red apple* Ruddiger: *chitters happily* Isaiah: oh no you don’t! That one is mine! Ruddiger: *angry face* Isaiah: oh get over it...here we go... {he sets his arrow and aims at the apple; he fires and nails it perfectly} Isaiah:....I did it...I DID IT! Ruddy did you see that!? Ruddiger: *shocked face and chitters angrily* Isaiah: It’s just an apple Ruddiger! {Nathaniel walks into frame with two other kids} Nathaniel: nice shot, loser… Isaiah: oh no...hello Nathaniel… Nathaniel: practicing archery are we? Pfftt...why bother? No Captain in his right mind would accept you into their ranks. Isaiah: you act as if they’d accept you. Nathaniel: they probably would! Considering my father isn’t a traitor. Ruddiger: Hiss! Isaiah: *gets closer* You dare insult my father in front of my face? Nathaniel: why not? It’s not as if you’re any better! My father says his traitorous blood runs in your veins and one day you’ll prove to be just like him! Isaiah: hold your tongue, Nathaniel! Nathaniel: haha! Striking a nerve? Your father is nothing but a pathetic knave! I seriously wonder what kind of Fusty lug it takes to love a traitor. You’d have to be an idiot! Guess that explains your mum! {Isaiah yells in rage and he tackles Nathaniel; The two throw punches and tussle in the dirt} Isaiah: *punches him* You filthy muck spout! Nathaniel: Only telling the truth ol’boy! Ruddiger: *jumps on the boy and claws at him* Nathaniel: AUGH! get him off me! *kicks ruddiger off* Isaiah: Ruddiger! *runs over and picks him up* Nathaniel: bloody beast bit my foot! You’re lucky this time Isaiah! But one day your rat won’t be around to save you!... let’s go guys… {Ruddiger chitters sadly and nuzzles into Isaiah} Isaiah: *angrily tears up and hugs ruddiger* Varian: maybe you should move the crop to the north...

Quirin: good ide-Isaiah!?

Varian: Isaiah! *runs over* what happened!?

Isaiah: nothing...I’m fine...

Varian: Isaiah those bruises didn’t come from thin air...

Isaiah:....You wanna know what happened!? I HATE NATHANIEL!

Quirin: Joseph’s boy? He did this?

Varian: Isaiah it’s gonna be okay I promise...he’s just a bully...why not go w- {a goo bomb goes off on a rat}

Varian: not again! I hate rats...anyway why not go wash up for dinner...I’ll make some stew ok? Besides, tomorrow is the sunflower festival! We’re gonna have lots of fun tomorrow! Forget about those jerks!

Isaiah: *staring at the goo bombs* Yeah..okay...

Varian: that’s my boy...

(Isaiah gets an idea. Cut to Varian in his lab, working on what appears to be fireworks for his contribution to the festival. Isaiah enters the lab)

Isaiah: Say uh, dad?

Varian: *distracted* wha-huh-yeah buddy?

Isaiah: I was wondering....if perhaps....ok, so you know how, Queen Punzie always says, live your dream, right?

Varian: *clearly not listening* uh-huh, yeah, puzzles are mean, they’re the worst-

Isaiah: That being said, I’ve come to... an aspiration of sorts.... *dramatically* father, i yearn to be your spitting image. *more seriously* I want to learn to do what you do.

Varian: *now interested* wha-?

Isaiah: *mutters to himself quietly* and I got his attention, good one Isaiah. I want you to teach me how to do alchemy.

(Varian sits there staring at him. Isaiah appears confused)

Isaiah:*chuckles nervously* un-unless that falls under the no-no category, because if that’s the case then NEVERMIND.

Varian: *gets up from chair. He walks towards Isaiah, SLOWLY*

Isaiah: *gets nervous and backs away slowly* y-you know what?? A joke! I’m joking! That was a joke on my part, sorry! *chuckles nervously* just a—Oh!

Varian: .......you want me to teach you how to be an alchemist?

Isaiah: ........yes?

Varian: *begins to tear up extremely, with joy*

Isaiah: uhhhhh—-

(Varian’s face is GLOWING with silent tearful joy)

Isaiah: ......is that a ye-

Varian: YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES

Isaiah: GREAT! Can we start right now, perhaps?

(Que montage with spunky background orchestration of Varian and Isaiah gearing up with STYLE. We end the montage on a shot of them standing out in the alleys. Varian’s doing a superhero stance. Isaiah notices and sloppily attempts to follow suit. Varian is wearing the SAME outfit that he wore when he met Estelle; his adventure attire from the old days: teal alchemist coat and golden goggles. Isaiah.....Isaiah has on a neon hoodie with a scarf and bubbled up hair dyed black with a blonde streak....)

Varian: *glances at Isaiah*......wha-what are....what is this???

Isaiah: oh i just thought I’d pay homage to younger you! Black hair with a streak!

Varian: that looks nothing like me.

Isaiah: oh? What, too punky?

Varian: very.

*both glance at the screen in self-awareness*

Isaiah: fine I’ll go change—(walks away to the left offscreen. Varian is left confused)

{cut to them standing outside}

(Musical number of Varian teaching Isaiah alchemy. “Legacy”} {VARIAN} Don’t look so nervous you’ll be alright

Keep your legs apart and stand upright It’s time you know how I became who I am You’ll be the jealousy of every man It’s time to lead your legacy Feel the energy inside your veins

With each new chemical reckoning A spark so bright it’s like a glowing star Even if hard the answer is never far Don’t you worry it’ll be just fine

Don’t forget you have me right by your side Keep this memory you’ll find your destiny As It’s time to lead your legacy

Varian: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

(They both parkour across the kingdom above the streets. They look SO happy together . They soar into the moonrise)

(Cut to a bit later: they’re heading on home)

Varian: *out of breath* OH MY, *hyper breathing* THAT-TH-THAT WAS—*heavy breathing*—I-*stammers* I CANT FIND THE WORDS—

Isaiah:—spellbinding.

Varian: *appears shocked with surprise. He then proceeds to kiss Isaiah on the cheek.*

Isaiah:—*annoyed* ughh, dad.

Varian: Ok! GAAHHHHH THIS IS GREAT! Now, we can *stutters* we can go on adventures TOGETHER! Giving one-twos to all those crooks out there! *laughs excitedly* I haven’t felt this starry-eyed in YEARS, not since.....*detracts. He digresses* Ahhh, alrighty, how about we have a nice meeting with the man on the moon? (He means sleep) Pun intended!

(he stands by the door opening it for Isaiah, with a cheeky smile on his face, expecting a high five or something. Isaiah just walks in and goes to bed. Varian meets this response with simple bliss. He’s just too happy. they all go to bed. Isaiah lies in bed, with a determined game-face. He knows what he’s gonna do now. He glances at the table of alchemical substances, and has this, determined, yet dark look on his face)

Isaiah: Just you wait, Nathaniel. You’re in for high-water. (He goes to bed)

{cut to outside and night turns to day; cut to Isaiah in the wagon with his father.} (We open on Varian and Isaiah arriving to the festival in a carriage)

Varian: *laughs excitably* oh my gosh I’m soo excited, I actually cant contain my-GAHHHHHHHHH SO EXCITED! *viciously turns to Isaiah* JUST LOOK AT ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME YOURE NOT EXCITED????

(Varian awkwardly stares at Isaiah. He’s basically ONTOP of Isaiah here . They’re legit FACE TO FACE. Isaiah nervously responds—)

Isaiah: *laughs nervously* yes! Yes-yes, yes, Uh—OHH! Gosh I spent this whole time excited over our lessons-

Varian: -which aren’t finished.

Isaiah:-which aren’t finished, but yeah, anyway, I forgot to ask-what IS your contribution to the Sun and Moon Festival?

Varian: ohhh buddyy just you wait IM IN CHARGE OF THE LIGHT SHOW OF THE COSMOS!!!!!

Isaiah: Uh-huh....

Varian: *annoyed* fireworks.

Isaiah:)-FI-FIREWORKS YES!!! OF COURSE.

Varian: riiiight. you look like you just saw death.

Isaiah: PPFFFFT.

Varian: you’re more blue than my hair.

Isaiah: N O. (Scoffs) I just....yesterday was really...really cool.

Varian: oh heh...yeahhhh....it was, I won’t ever forget it.

Isaiah: mmm..

Varian: I feel 18 again.

Isaiah: well you DO look younger than ME-

Varian: PFFT YOU LITTLE COMET, YOU! *Tackles Isaiah*

Isaiah: *laughs* OK! Ok,ok!.......dad what do you do when someone just...does something to you, something awful, and you wanna just....WIPE THEM OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH FROM EMBARRASSMENT?

Varian: .....can’t relate.

Isaiah: Really? Haven’t you ever felt like just.....CRUSHING them under your fist? Do you think they deserve it?

(Varian appears feeling somewhat ...called out by this. His face seems guilt-ridden.

)

Varian: uhhh—*nervous chuckle*....this—hypothetical guy seems like someone actually deserving of it—haha...On that part I can’t relate...Ehhh-haha, but of course you gotta forgive them! Forgive them even BEFORE they apologize. You gotta come to terms. Or else you’ll.........you’ll explode *looks at Isaiah*...

Isaiah: ........dad—

{They have arrived}

Varian: Oh-OH! W-We’re here! Haha! Ok, um—-I almost forgot. *turns to Isaiah, who is yet to get down from the carriage* Isaiah, son—operate the light show with me. A Star-studded act! All we need to do is get you in the designated outfit for the act and—

Isaiah: but dad—

Varian: OHHHH! You’re right! Let’s inform the king of the last minute additions! *to Eugene* YOUR MAJESTY! SIR!

(Varian is about to head out to Eugene, but not before he looks back at Isaiah. They share one last glance—-with a contrasting emotion on the other’s face. Varian? Pride and excitement. Isaiah? Guilt and inner turmoil)

Isaiah: Dad…

Varian: I’ll see you later buddy...

(Varian leaves. He goes off into the festival crowds to go meet with Eugene. Isaiah feels bad for a minute, but then he pauses and thinks)

Isaiah: (glancing at his alchemy bag)....You’re doing this for mom. For dad. I’ll avenge both of you. *determined face*

(Isaiah then goes off to find Nathaniel. He goes through the heavy crowds, squeezing his way through the many people. There’s nothing but a determined look on his face. Isaiah then suddenly gets pushed over by an adult and trips and falls onto the ground, back-to-the-ground, facing up. He looks up to see Nathaniel, who is looking down on him. LITERALLY)

Nathaniel: well well, actually decided to show your ugly mug around here huh? Isaiah: yeah...we have a score to settle… Nathaniel: oh really? I see you didn’t bring the rat… Isaiah: Ruddiger is a raccoon...the only rat I see is you... Nathaniel: you bloody cur...you dare speak to me like that!? Isaiah: people who speak ill of my parents don’t deserve respect… Nathaniel: oh really? Isaiah: The only thing you deserve….*takes out goo bomb*...IS HUMILIATION! {Nathaniel gasps as he throws the goo bomb; a large explosion happens and it cuts to Varian and Eugene as screaming is heard} Eugene: What on earth was that!?

Varian: WHAT HAPPE-

Eugene: I THINK A FIREWORK MUSTVE—I DONT KNOW—

Rapunzel: (arrives) WHERES LILY!?

{Varian walks ahead of the two—who are both talking, inaudibly. Varian recognizes a chemical in the atmosphere of the blast....it’s one of his own alchemical formulas. There is no other possible cause...it was Isaiah. It couldn't POSSIBLY not be him. Varian then realizes....HIS SON USED ALCHEMY ON PEOPLE. Varian almost comes close to crying.). He realizes......his son used him).

Rapunzel: LILY?!! LILY!!! Lily: MOTHER! *runs into Rapunzel’s arms*

{a few guards run past Varian and Eugene into the marketplace} Varian: *runs past destroyed kiosks and frightened people* ISAIAH!?...ISAIAH WHERE-....... {Isaiah lays unconscious in the middle of the road in a puddle of blood and not far is Nathaniel gripping his arms in pain} Varian:...no...no! *runs over and picks him up and gags at his maimed face* Isaiah!? Can you hear me? *tears up* Isaiah!...please...open your eyes, buddy...Isaiah...My baby…*sob*...please don’t do this to me...not him too... Isaiah: *groans* Varian: ISAIAH!? Eugene: *runs over in shock*...GUARDS GET A MEDIC! Pete: *runs* MEDIC! MEDIC!!! Varian:...isaiah…. Eugene: *tears some of his clothes and placing it on Isaiah’s eye* Isaiah: Augh! Varian: I-I know buddy! But we need to stop the bleeding! Eugene: it’s not enough...he needs proper bandages...WHERE'S THAT MEDIC!?

{Isaiah whimpers and grips onto his father}

Varian: It’s okay Isaiah! Daddy’s here…*brushes hair from his face* {Medic runs over and checks both boys} Medic: dear lord ...these boys need immediate medical attention. Get the surgeon! Varian: SURGEON!? {The medic picks Isaiah up} Medic: I’m sorry sir. We’ll tell the king where you can find him! *runs off with Isaiah* Varian:....Isaiah... {cut to throne room} Eugene: *pacing the floor* Rapunzel: Eugene please calm down you’re scaring Lily… Eugene: *looks over at his daughter* sorry sunshine...daddy’s just upset is all… {Varian Bursts into the throne room and runs over to them} Advisor: A-ah! Varian of Old Corona! Eugene: Varian!? {Varian bows down on his knees} Varian: Your majesties! Please accept my humblest apologies for what happened! My son knows not what he does! Please forgive- Eugene: Varian!...calm down...first things first is he alright? Varian: *looks up and rises*...he’s badly injured...the entire left half of his face is burned...charred really... Rapunzel: how did this happen? Varian: I’ve examined the explosion aftermath...he wanted to learn alchemy s-so I taught him...I had no idea of his true intentions...he seemed to have tried to make one of my goo bombs but...he made it explosive by accident..Your majesties I would never have allowed- Rapunzel: Varian...calm yourself...what happened is bad, I'm not going to lie. But no one else was seriously hurt. Punishment will be given in due time but first we need to wait for wounds to heal and We need to keep our sanity. Marketplaces can be rebuilt... Varian: Rapunzel? Rapunzel: Varian... I remember a boy who made terrible mistakes because he was angry...don’t be too hard on him Varian. He needs you now more than ever. {Varian looks at her with wide eyes; Rapunzel hugs him} Varian: *hugs her and cries* {cut to his house late at night; Isaiah lays in his bed heavily breathing with bandages covering the left side of his face} Varian: *sitting by Isaiah’s bedside dabbing his head with a cloth* Isaiah: *coughs and groans* Varian:.....what were you thinking…why would you-...*pinches bridge of nose* Isaiah: *coughing fit then whimpers* Varian: shhh...I’m here!...it’s okay buddy i’m here...Close your eyes and dream of fireflies

as they light up the sky.

Let me sing you this lullaby

as your dreams come alive.

T-There is no room for...Fear…*sniffles* {Varian looks out the window and groans at the sight of a mob approaching his door* Joseph: OPEN UP TRAITOR! WE HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YA! Crowd: YEAH! Varian: *sighs* daddy will be right back… {he walks to the front door and opens it} Varian:....Joseph...how can I be of service? Joseph: That little runt almost killed my son! Have you seen Nathaniel’s arms!? They’re burnt to a crisp! That child is insane! if the crown won’t punish him, we will! Varian: And what would you do? I realize what Isaiah did was wrong, I realize he could’ve God forbid killed someone but he didn’t and wouldn’t you say he’s been punished enough!? Quirin: Varian is right Joseph, what would punishing him even accomplish at this point? Joseph: Are you kidding me, Quirin!? what? are you letting him off the hook because he’s your son!? do you not remember the things he did as well!?

Varian: Don’t talk to my father and your leader that way! Joseph: Why don’t you shut your bloody gob Traitor!? figures your runt would take after you. How a grand lovely Duchess such as Estelle agreed to give birth to that pathetic whelp is beyond me…perhaps she was just as mad. {Varian lunges at him only to be held back by Quirin} Quirin: Varian! calm yourself son! Varian: You take that back! You muck spout! I’ll end you! Joseph: you’re still just as insane as when we were kids, alchemist! Quirin: Joseph! ...That was out of line Joseph. we do not speak ill of the dead and may I remind you Isaiah is still my grandson.:. Joseph: tsk...As you wish Quirin…come, everyone…let us leave the rabble. Physician: You had best hope he doesn’t get an infection…for I will not be the one to heal him. {they all begin to walk away. Leaving Varian and Quirin alone} Quirin: Varian? son...Are you okay? {Varian screams and punches a wall} Quirin: Varian! Varian stop! *grabs his arm* {Varian shakes and looks up at him sobbing} Quirin: oh my son… *hugs him* Varian: *sobs* {END CREDITS}

#tangled #TTS #RTA #MotH #Isaiah #Varian #tts varian #Rapunzel #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #Eugene #Eugene Fitzherbert #Quirin

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Communication Breakdown (1/1)

Summary: Matt fucked up.

He really, really fucked up.

Gavin is staring at him in shock and the rest of the crew is in various states of panic and alarm and Matt’s really fucked up now.

Notes: For @queen-bitchiest who asked for something based on this post that kind of sort of got away from me and is somewhat similar. /o\

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Matt fucked up.

He really, really fucked up.

Gavin is staring at him in shock and the rest of the crew is in various states of panic and alarm and Matt’s really fucked up now.

(To be fair, Gavin’s been pissing Matt off for the last forever, doing the stupidest shit and thinking it’s just fine and dandy and all of that and Matt has had fucking enough, okay? So much enough he doesn’t have the words for how much enough.)

“...What?”

Matt clears his throat, glancing at the others – still confused as hell and trying to make sense of the scene in front of them - and Matt’s bad knee is not enjoying any of this, okay.

So not.

“I said,” Matt says, clearing his throat again because that goddamn cough is acting up again. “Will you marry me, you piece of shit.”

There’s -

“Wow,” Jack says, first to recover. “Just. Wow, Matt.”

Michael has this look on his face like he’s been sucking lemons, hand clamped on Jeremy’s shoulder tight enough that even he’s wincing. Hissing at Michael to ease up a bit, Jesus Christ, Michael.

Matt has no fucking clue what that’s about, but hey whatever. He’s busy staring Gavin down like the idiot has a gun on him and fuck him anyway.

Idiot looks like he’s been through a meat-grinder, all bloody and beat up. Those fucking gold-framed sunglasses of his hooked into the collar of his shirt, lenses cracked and broken and goddamn him anyway.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what you said before,” Ryan points out, quibbling just to quibble.

Geoff looks like he wishes these assholes he recruited could stop with their bullshit for like, five goddamn minutes for once.

Lindsay snaps a picture of Matt down on one knee in front of Gavin on her phone and sends it to someone. (Odds are good it’s Trevor who took Alfredo and Fiona out of town for a job because they have an agreement.)

And, okay, yes.

The first time Matt didn’t call Gavin a piece of shit – out loud, at any rate – but they all know he was thinking it. Especially after Gavin’s little adventure today.

“Matt,” Gavin says, strained note to his voice. “Could I have a word with you in private?”

Matt opens his mouth to tell him no, no he can not because he knows what Gavin’s about to say, but this being Gavin, eh doesn’t give him the chance.

No, Gavin pulls Matt to his feet and drags him along behind him as they head for the conference room, catcalls and Geoff’s despairing, “Don’t fuck in my conference room, you assholes!” following them.

========

The décor in the conference room is very...bland.

No-nonsense hardwood laminate and this odd off-white paint for the walls. Glass-topped conference table with brushed-steel legs.

The view’s nice, looks out over the city. You can see the mountains in the distance, and if it’s a clear day you can almost see Chiliad.

“Matt,” Gavin says, a little shaky. “What. What was that?”

Matt staring out the windows, but it’s the opposite of a clear day. Fat, heavy rain clouds with lightning and thunder out over Vinewood and moving towards the penthouse.

Supposed to be one hell of a storm rolling in, at least a couple of inches of rain before night rolls around.

Matt looks over at Gavin, who still looks like shit, by the way, and crosses his arms. (Gavin almost got himself killed today, and Matt is not okay with that in any way, as though that will change things. Make the reckless idiot think twice before pulling those stunts of his.)

“What?” Matt asks, frown on his face and just enough confusion thrown in there that for a moment Gavin looks like he’s doubting himself, what he thinks he heard in the penthouse’s living room. “I didn't say anything.”

And, alright.

That's pushing things a little too far because Gavin’s eyes narrow, all the stupid, reckless decision making abilities he has shoved aside to make way for the sharp-eyed bastard that enjoys playing dumb too damn much.

“There was a plan,” Gavin says, although which one he’s talking about is up for debate. “We had a plan, Matt.”

They did, didn’t they.

“Oh?” Matt says. “Which one might that be, Gavin? The one where you were supposed to stick with Ryan, and not go off on your own? Or maybe you mean the one where you avoid the pack of guards with itchy trigger fingers? Ooh, or maybe - “

God, there are so many plans Gavin could be talking about. And true, they’re all smaller components to the master plan for the heist, but still.

“Uh,” Gavin says, like he realizes he’s stepped into a mine-field here. “None of the above?”

Matt stares at Gavin.

Look, he knows, okay. Matt knows this...thing they’ve been doing the past few weeks is a farce. Knows none of it was real, was just Gavin being Gavin, trying to get the others off his back about his dating dry spell. (And it’s not like there’s a dating site for criminals or anything, so Matt doesn’t know what they were thinking, but whatever.)

Matt drew the short straw and he was fine, just fine with pretending to be Gavin’s plus one because hey, why not?

It was funny at first, watching the others react to the news Gavin was dating him. That he and Matt were a Thing. The expressions of horror and disgust as he and Gavin tried to out-do one another with pet names at every available opportunity, Matt trying to hold his shit together while Gavin simpered at him over the comms and just.

He kind of forgot for a while it wasn’t – look, he knows it will never happen, just.

Matt forgot, let himself get swept along in Gavin’s chaos and had fun. Enjoyed himself a little too much and -

Point is, point is, for the last few weeks Matt’s life has been a super crappy romcom, and he just made things worse.

There was supposed to be this dramatic breakup after the heist, just enough to have everyone else fall for it hook, line, and sinker. Get them to buy it the way they thought someone like Gavin would be interested in someone like Matt – great joke, right? - but Matt fucked that up.

Saw Gavin standing there after everything that happened giving him this look, all well? Get on with it then, we don’t have all day like he hadn’t come so damn close to dying, and Matt snapped.

Just.

Fucking snapped the way the betting pool Jack’s got going Matt’s not supposed to know about says he’s bound to one day with all the shit the crew gives him.

Matt snapped and instead of breaking up with Gavin he proposed to him.

Gavin’s still watching him.

Head tipped to the side and this little frown on his face, puzzling out what the hell’s gotten into Matt.

“Matt,” Gavin says, oddly formal about it. “While I know it can be confusing, breaking up rarely involves a marriage proposal.”

They kind of do? (Or maybe Matt’s lived a very different life from Gavin, because yeah. He's seen shit go down like this before.)

“Shows what you know,” Matt mutters.

Gavin sighs, and shuffles over to one of the conference room chairs. Makes this pained little noise as he sits down, winces just the tiniest bit.

“Matt,” he says, and gently pats the table. “Sit the hell down and talk to to me.”

Oh, such sweet nothings.

“I’m good where I am, thanks,” Matt says, always too stubborn for his own good.

Several minutes go by while Gavin studies him, wheels turning in that head of his.

Alright then, love,” Gavin says, and Matt’s fingers dig into his arm at how the term of endearment just slips off his tongue so easily.

Light and soft and not Matt’s alone because Gavin’s just as likely to call one of the others that or someone he bumps into on the street than Matt, so.

Yeah.

Not his, and he’s fine with that, but the past few weeks have fucked with Matt’s head a little too much. Gotten everything he used to keep (somewhat) neat and orderly in and locked down tight in his head all jumbled together and he’s just.

He’s tired.

“Matt,” Gavin says, concern creeping into his voice. “Are you okay?”

Matt kind of wants to laugh, or is it cry?

“I’m fine, Gavin,” he says, because he always is, right? Good old Matt Bragg, always there when the others need him, even if it’s to play fake boyfriend for some dumbshit. “Just fine.”

Gavin sighs, and when Matt looks over he realizes Gavin looks tired too.

Gotta be hurting like a son of a bitch too, after the day he’s had. Too many close calls and an unhealthy amount of explosions in his vicinity and all that.

“You should have someone look you over,” Matt says, done with this conversation. “You look like shit.”

Gavin’s mouth twists, but Matt’s not in the mood for his bullshit anymore.

“I’ve got...stuff to do,” he says. He trusts B-Team to have things in hand, all the post-heist work they have to do to keep the authorities off their backs, but he needs to be doing something. Cant’ just stand around with his thumb up his ass reliving one of the worst days of his life in his head while Gavin sits there staring at him like he doesn’t get it. “I’ll talk to you later.”

He leaves before Gavin can say anything else, pushes past the cluster of idiots outside the conference room doors and ignores the looks they give him as he does.

========

Matt hides out as much as he can for the next week, makes up excuses and flat-out lies to avoid facing the others in any capacity. (Thank God for B-Team running interference or he might have had to talk about his feelings.)

But then, you know.

The food poisoning hits, and he’s vulnerable like a turtle turtle turned on its back. Or is that tortoises?

Whichever one it is, he’s too sick to run when Trevor finally catches him.

“There you are.”

Matt doesn’t cringe, no.

That would just tip Trevor off as to Matt’s horrible life choices even more. No, Matt just feel his stomach clench up on him. (Could be the food poisoning, but he doesn’t get the accompanying nausea, just this all-over dread, so. Probably the feelings thing.)

“Matt?” Trevor asks, and then when Matt pretends he can’t hear him what with his headphones in, sternly, “Matt Bragg”

Matt would keep pretending he can’t hear Trevor, but then the asshole yanks the cord of his headphone out of Matt’s computer and he has to slap at the keyboard to mute the volume before it’s too late and Trevor hears what he’s listening to.

“Is that...Matt. Is that Sarah McLachlan ?”

Matt winces, and doesn’t deny it. (But oh, would he love to.)

“It’s a scientific fact,” Matt says, trying to hold on to whatever dignity he has left. “It's a scientific fact that listening to sad music after a breakup is beneficial.”

He’s pretty sure he just pulled that out of his ass, but whatever. The saddest song he can think of is from that one damned humane society commercial, God knows he feels like shit just thinking about it.

And...you know, the thing where he and Gavin weren’t actually dating, but. Uh. Details?

Trevor stares at him for a moment before shaking his head.

“Okay, whatever the hell that’s all about aside, I came to check on you.”

Well, obviously, what with Trevor picking the locks on Matt’s front door, yes.

“And!” Trevor continues, “I brought you a gift.”

That’s...concerning.

Deeply, deeply concerning.

Trevor’s smiling.

“Uh - “

Trevor’s smiling and Matt’s known him too long not to recognize the warning signs, and yet he’s still caught by surprise when Trevor reveals said “gift”.

“Bring him in!” Trevor calls out, like a demented game show host ushering in a contestant.

Behind Trevor Matt’s front door swings open to show Jeremy and a reluctant looking Gavin. Jeremy all but dragging Gavin inside, this manic grin on his face as he gives Gavin a little shove towards Matt and then blocks the door.

“Hey, Matt!” Jeremy says, and bright and cheerful and not a little terrifying. “Look who we found!”

Would you look at that? The nausea’s back, because Gavin’s not looking at him.

Is, in fact, looking at Trevor and Jeremy, everything thing about him screaming that he doesn’t want to be here, dear God you two, please let him leave,.

Trevor’s smiles kicks up another notch as he leans around Gavin and pins Matt with a look.

“You two kids play nice now,” he says with a wink. “We’ll be right outside.”

What.

“What?”

But Trevor borrows Matt’s earlier trick of selective hearing because he just waltzes right on out of Matt’s apartment with Jeremy and shuts the door behind them.

“Uh,” Matt says again, because what the hell? “Hey, Gavin.”

Gavin flinches, which is never a good sign.

He flinches, and turns to look at Matt.

Still looks like shit, but like. Less so.

The bruises are fading, no longer that dark, ugly purple Matt remembers from the penthouse. The cuts on his face and neck have scabbed over, should heal without scarring.

But there are dark marks under his eyes that weren’t there the last time Matt saw him, and he looks. Tired. Not the way he normally looks, burning the candle at both ends and thriving off it, no, he looks exhausted.

“You look like shit in a completely different way,” Matt says, because he’s never had a whole brain-to-mouth filter, and boy has that gotten him into trouble in the past. “No offense.”

Gavin makes a face at that, mouth quirking into the tiniest of smiles.

“Oh, no offense taken then since you said that, Matt,” he says, dumb little in-joke with them.

And then you know, an awkward pause.

Neither of them want to be here having the discussion they’re about to have because Trevor and Jeremy are assholes.

“I have a fire escape?” Matt offers, waves a hand more or less in the right direction. “But I have a feeling they roped Alfredo into this mess, and you know Alfredo.”

No doubt set up in a sniper’s nest in case they try to sneak out the back.

“Oh, they did,” Gavin says, eyes darting to Matt’s living room windows. “Fiona’s out there too.”

Jesus.

That’s something Matt didn’t need to know considering she has to be itching to take him down for all the shit he gives her.

“Awesome,” Matt says, because really.

Awesome.

Gavin’s watching Matt, this little frown between his eyes. All concerned and shit.

“You look terrible,” Gavin says, takes a step towards Matt before he stops himself, pulls the hand that was reaching towards him back with a jerky little motion. “Are you alright?”

Matt is super not alright, because the food poisoning. (And also his terrible life choices, but mainly the food poisoning at this point.)

“Well, you know,” Matt says. “Food poisoning will do that to you.”

Interestingly enough, Gavin winces. Opens and closes his mouth a few times like he’s got something to say and just doesn’t know how.

Like maybe he knows something Matt doesn’t, or just. Who even knows.

“Gavin?”

Gavin does the thing he does when he’s trying to translate from Gavin to English and failing, so he settles for vague hand gestures and words that are kind of sort of almost right with random noises thrown in.

It sounds like gibberish, and Matt can never tell if it’s some kind of British slang or Gavin’s brain shorting out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that?”

Gavin sighs, looking at Matt like he’s the idiot here.

“I said,” Gavin says. “You should be nicer to Sarah.”

Matt’s positive that isn’t what Gavin said, but sure.

Also.

“Wait.”

Gavin raises his eyebrows, corner of his mouth ticking up like he thinks something is hilarious but he doesn’t want to look like an asshole. (Too late, but Matt appreciates the attempt.)

“Wait.”

Matt likes Sarah, he does. Gives her a lot of grief because he likes her, because like everyone else in the crew it’s how he shows affection or some shit. (They’re all a fucked up.)

Problem is, Sarah is a monster of a human being.

Plays all sweet and nice, but Matt knows she’s plotting behind his back, waiting for the right moment to lay him low so she can take his place and rule with an iron fist or some shit.

Or, you know. Just lay him low because he gives her shit and she’s not someone who takes kindly to that, whichever.

“She brought me my lunch,” Matt says, feeling like a detective in some shitty Vinewood movie putting the pieces together.

Sarah brought Matt his lunch, and the the food poisoning happened and he was too busy trying to puke up his guts to ponder overmuch how the food poisoning happened, or question if it was intentional.

“Oh my God,” Matt says, impressed despite of himself because she was so smooth about it, all happy smiles and kind and generous to get lunch for B-Team, just doing a good deed and dear God she’s far more devious than he gave her credit for. “Oh my God.”

Gavin bites his lip, looks away. Doesn’t laugh at Matt while struggles to come to terms with this most heinous of betrayals, no.

God no, Gavin would never.

“If it helps,” Gavin says, shoulders shaking just the tiniest bit. “I’m certain Trevor put her up to it.”

That...yeah. That doesn’t surprise Matt as much. Trevor would thinking giving Matt food poisoning would give him the perfect opening to instigate this...whatever this is.

(Oh, everyone thinks Trevor’s the nice one. All polite and shit, but no. Trevor is the worst one in the entire crew, including Sarah.)

“Of course he did,” Matt mutters. “It’s Trevor.”

Gavin clears his throat, shuffles his feet.

Catches Matt eye for a moment, this smile on his face before he looks away again just as fast.

Looks awkward as hell and Matt can’t figure out if that little flicker of guilt he saw on his face before he did was real or just a figment of his imagination.

And then -

“I bollocksed everything up between us, didn't I?” Gavin asks, staring at the ugly little garden garden gnome statue Jeremy stole for Matt on a dare with a frown on his face. “Did everything all wrong.”

Matt says nothing. He’s not sure what he can say, so he lets Gavin talk it out since that seems to be what he needs right now.

Something about the crew giving him grief over his non-existent romantic life and Gavin having enough. Wanting just a little bit of peace and quiet on that front as he wrestled with crew business and gearing up for the heist and a million and one other things.

Matt makes noises in the appropriate places because knows all about that, remembers Gavin explaining it to him when he made that indecent proposal of his. (Should have been a warning sign he did it over dinner, took Matt out to one of his favorite places to sweeten the deal. Butter him up, all that stuff.)

“It just...” Gavin sighs, gives Matt this wry smile. “It all got out of hand.”

That’s one way to put it.

“I thought,” Gavin sighs again, frustrated. “I thought I had it under control. Figured it was just for a little while, that I wouldn’t...wouldn’t lose sight of things.”

Matt’s stomach does this little flip, a dip and roll and the nausea is...doing something. Has him sinking down on his couch and giving Gavin a wordless shrug as he mimes food poisoning kind of sucks at him, or something close enough that Gavin seems to get it.

Matt watches as Gavin takes a seat in the crappy arm chair on the other side of Matt’s coffee table. Sees him fiddle with the strings on his hoodie, worrying the knot between his fingers.

“Michael told me it was a bad idea,” Gavin says, mumbles almost. “Said I was playing with fire, going to get burned and all that, but I didn’t listen to him. Told him he couldn’t say anything, and you know how he is.”

Oh, Matt knows.

Asshole would have either gone to Matt the moment he figured everything out to fuck with Gavin or he’d have Gavin’s back the whole way. (Or a little bit of both, give Matt more shit than usual and drop little comments here and there that were confusing as hell at the time, but now? Yeah. That whole hindsight thing is a bitch.)

Gavin makes a face, waves his hand in even more vague gestures.

“Can’t keep a secret from Michael to save my life,” he says. “Bastard’s good at sniffing ‘em out.”

Or maybe he just knows Gavin that well. (Also, Matt’s will pass on the nose jokes because the mood in the room is all wrong. Noble sacrifice on his part right there.)

Gavin shrugs, like he knows what Matt’s thinking.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go the way it did,” Gavin says, fingers moving on to picking the hoodie string apart, undoing the knot and unraveling the string. “But it was just too much bloody fun messing with the others, but then it...”

Gavin trails off, frowning at the bits of fabric stuck under his nails like he doesn’t know where they came from. Scowls as he sets to pulling them free, making a messy pile of shredded fluff on Matt’s coffee table like an asshole.

“It got complicated,” Matt finishes for him. Because it did. He knows what Gavin means, because it really was fun at first.

The two of them fucking with the others, and just enjoying the ride. Getting the chance to know one another better, which was the main problem. Kicked that crush Matt had on Gavin into overdrive. Made him realize that hey, wow, that little crush he’d had on Gavin since he joined the crew wasn’t middle school infatuation with the guy. That he had feelings for Gavin even though he damn well knew better than that.

Knew perfectly well what a piece of shit Gavin was and he still liked him. (Liked-liked, even.)

But by then it was too late to keep himself from getting hurt and he knew that, he did, he just didn’t give a damn.

Gavin plucks the last bit of cloth out from under his nails and sighs.

“Yeah,” he says, sounding tired and defeated and guilty as Matt’s ever heard him. “That.”

Which, okay, great. Nice to know and everything, but -

“I like you,” Gavin blurts out, still staring at his hands, his nails. “A lot, Matt. I like you a lot.”

Matt doesn’t know what that means in this context.

“Well,” he says. Stops. Thinks, or tries to, but he’s kind of an idiot. “That’s great to hear, Gavin. I like you too.”

God, they sound like toddlers.

No, worse, because toddlers can express their emotions. What the two of them are doing is just sad.

Gavin looks up at him, like Matt’s not understanding him.

“No,” he says, insistent. “I like you, Matt.”

...Okay?

Gavin stares at Matt, who looks back feeling like he’s missing something but no clue what it could be and oh, Jesus, he hates moments like these, okay. Really, really hates them because they end with Matt being used as bait or conned into doing something he super doesn’t want to be part of. (See: Pretending to Date Gavin-fucking-Free as just one example.)

“Oh my God,” Gavin says, laughter a little hysterical at the edges. “Oh my God, Matt.”

Matt freezes when Gavin shoves himself to his feet and climbs over Matt’s coffee table - “Hey, my coffee table!” - to stand in front of him.

Looks down at Matt with that frown on his face again, the puzzle-solving one and sighs as he gives Matt this smile.

Soft and warm and too...too much.

Has Matt trying to move, back away from him because no>, but there’s nowhere for him to go. Can’t climb over the back of the couch because his balance is shit at the moment, and also he’s not the athletic sort.

Also, he might puke if he tries it.

“Matt Bragg,” Gavin says, and gets down on his knees in front of Matt to put them on even ground.

...Even-ish.

“You’re kind of an idiot, Matt Bragg,” Gavin says, and the way his voice sounds is all kinds of unfair, just as soft and affectionate as that damned smile of his. “And I’m not sure why, but I like that about you.”

That’s. Wow. Flattering?

“Um, thanks?”

Gavin rolls his eyes, because Matt isn’t a hundred percent on board with whatever it is he’s doing here – giving Matt backhanded compliments while confusing the hell out of him maybe? - and shakes his head.

“I’d like to date you,” Gavin says in one big rush. Breathes. “Properly, I mean. Take you out to all your favorite...restaurants and to movies and all that.”

Matt squints at Gavin.

He knows that that hesitation regarding Matt’s “restaurants” was all about. Knows everyone in the crew cannot fathom how he hasn’t died of scurvy or malnutrition yet with the way he eats. Knows what Gavin thinks about all of it, and yet here he is being mildly insulting about it.

That’s Gavin making an effort, really trying. More than Matt ever hoped for, and it’s -

Matt likes it.

Likes that Gavin’s making an effort here, letting Matt see him like this when he’s always so guarded about things. (Laughs and jokes, sure, and always, always deflecting.)

He’s still having a hard time buying someone as brilliant, as vibrant as Gavin would be interested in someone as – well. Someone like Matt, but there’s this part of him that wants to because Matt knows Gavin’s a piece of shit, sure, but he’s not someone who’d knowingly set out to fuck with Matt’s feelings.

Leap of faith, trust fall. Something like that.

“Wow,” Matt says, and he doesn’t know if the way his heart kicks him in the chest is related to the food poisoning or something else, or if it’s anything to do with how nervous Gavin looks right now. “That really hurt you to say didn’t it.”

Gavin’s eyes widen, and Matt can see him jumping to all the wrong conclusions, so he just.

“Okay,” Matt says, and laughs at the way Gavin chokes a little bit between trying to apologize harder and the confusion at Matt’s easy agreement. “Yeah, okay. We can do that. The dating thing. I’m super on board with that.”

Gavin’s not wrong about Matt being an idiot, because talk about smooth, but hey. Gavin’s the idiot who wants to date Matt, so what does that say about him?

And yes, for the record Matt knows he’s insulting himself there, but seriously.

Gavin could have anyone he wanted and he’s choosing Matt.

And sure, there’s every chance this won’t work out between them, but that’s the risk anyone takes when they date someone, isn’t it?

Give him a little hope and he goes all optimistic, doesn’t he? Because it’s possible this can still blow up in their faces, but Matt’s trying to ignore that for the moment. Wants to believe it can (it can) work between them if they’re both willing to put in some effort, be a little more honest with one another.

“...I feel like you’re laughing at me, Matt Bragg.”

Matt pastes on an innocent expression, because good lord no, Gavin. He would never dare do such a thing.

“Perish the thought,” he says, and laughs at the look Gavin gives him because they’re both idiots and this is such a bad idea, but that’s kind of what they do, so there’s that.

Gavin sighs again, but there’s a smile playing on his lips and he looks. He looks happy, like he can’t believe Matt’s giving him a chance, second one or whatever this is, and that can’t be a bad thing.

“Hey,” Matt says, leans forward and waits until Gavin does the same. “I kind of like you too, Gavin.”

#braggvin #mattvin #ragehappy #fahc au #queen-bitchiest #Prompt Fills #Kings of Nowhere #vagrant fic #this was supposed to be short and sweet?and yet here we are #lol #XD

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saintbalor-blog · 7 years

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“ GUNS AND FRISKY BOYS ! “

REQUEST: sorry im back buuuut i have a request that i cant hold in: henry/reader, making out on the hood of a car.

AUTHORS NOTE: i hope i did your boy justice!! 💗💗 @nicholashamilton also i was eating a chile mango lollipop and listening to freak by lana so i was definitely feeling like an aesthetic™

Dilated pupils drenched in admiration focused on the armed teenage boy ahead of her, enjoying the view she was offered from her seat on the hood of the car Henry had borrowed from his friend, Belch — on a simple trade of ten dollars he had stolen from his father’s wallet earlier. Elbows propped along her knees and face resting in her open palm, she grabbed the large soda she had bought at the gas station for herself — knowing Henry would never dream of spending a dollar on her — and took a filling sip of cherry Coke through the red and white striped straw. Setting the cheap plastic cup down, wiping the cool condensation off of her hand and onto the denim of her jean shorts, she went back to studying the sight of her fling continuing to shoot at the empty beer bottles they had collected from their little hangout last night.

Body flinching from the sound of the bullet’s impact, the bottle messily shattering in front of their entertained eyes and falling to the pool of deserted glass on the grassy floor of the woods, she happily smiled over at Henry and and nodded, giving him the approval he secretly craved from anyone he could get it from. Clasping her hands together in a fast clap, she jumped from her seat on the warm hood of the car and watched him step towards her until he had her body trapped between him and the car. The gun loosely hung from his hand at his side, he grabbed onto the side of her face in a way that wasn’t meant to be as forceful as it turned out and brushed the pad of his thumb over the tops of her cheekbone in a manner he often saw other boys at school doing to their girlfriends.

“That was…” Her tongue stumbled over her words as she racked her brain for another compliment to give him, her bin of them running dry from all the ones she’s given his previous shots. “Wow.” She finally decided on the ambiguous one of the bunch, giving him an uncertainty that she knew he despised but hurriedly fixing it with a quick peck at his lips.

“It was, wasn’t it?”

Henry attempted to act nonchalant about the feeling of her soft lips pressed up against his once again, not wanting to break his cool exterior by letting her know that each time she did that, it drove him wild inside in ways he didn’t know how to explain. Bringing the gun up in the space between them and examining it from all its different angles as if it was his first time seeing it, he placed the heavy metal against her cheek and smirked down at her, loving the way she was giving him her undivided attention.

“You have no idea how badly I want to use this on those little shits that think they have a chance with you, always flirting with you when they think I’m not around.” Henry’s tone grew dark at the thought of all the boys he constantly had to beat up for looking at his girl a second too long or talking to her in a way he wasn’t fond of, the seriousness in his remark exciting her more than scaring her.

If Henry could bring himself to cross that line of taking someone’s life from them, robbing them of their future, he wouldn’t have hesitated on stripping the life from all those boys; hating the idea of there being someone who wanted to steal something so valuable of his. He despised them for wanting to take away the only person that bothered to shower him in adoration and praise like she did, temporarily mending the bruised ego and confidence his father gave him each time he went home. He didn’t want to fathom the idea of her being taken away by someone less deserving, leaving him all by himself once again.

“What if I like them flirting with me?” The brave girl cocked an eyebrow at him, running her tongue over her teeth as she anticipated a response from the melodramatic boy.

Snapping him out of his thoughts, his smug expression dropped into a sneer at her words, the gentle hold he had on the side of her bemused face switching to a rougher one as he pushed her back up on the hood of the car. Dropping his hand to her thigh and glaring down at the grinning girl, Henry shook his head in disbelief that she would even dare consider that thought escaping her mouth.

“You think that’s funny?” Henry gave her thigh a tight squeeze, the sharp pain she felt alerting her to expect patches of her skin there to taint indigo from how hard he was holding onto her. “I could blow your brains out right now for saying shit like that, you little whore.” The gun, previously being lovingly raked across her cheek by the lovesick boy, was pressed up against the side of her head now.

“You wouldn’t.” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance, even though, she knew this is what she asked for with her snarky comment. “You like me a little too much, Henry.” She hesitantly placed her gentle hands against his tense jaw, pulling his angered face down to hers and locking eyes with his murderous ones.

Henry tried to ignore the way he loved hearing his name sleekly roll off her tongue, wanting to kiss the taste of his name from her flushed lips as he briefly glanced down at them. Catching what he thought was a secret look at her lips, Y/N used it to her advantage by pulling him close enough so their lips brushed up against each other’s, the fear of the — safety-locked — weapon taking her life making her make these hasty actions; aware that she was playing with a deadly fire. Henry’s hold on the weapon loosened up when the strong scent of her strawberry lipgloss mixed with the syrupy smell of their shared beverage met his sloped nose, his hand on her thigh slowly inching up until his fingers snaked under the fabric of her shorts.

“Tell me it was a stupid joke then.” Henry softly ordered her, the edge in his tone still present as he placed the gun behind her on the hood of the car and looked down at her with hard eyes.

“I made a stupid joke, Henry. Will you forgive me?”

She dramatically sighed when he feigned deep thought at her question, looking up at him with what she thought of as pleading eyes and dropping her hands from his face to around his neck. Closing the distance between them, pulling his body in between her legs and harshly pressing her lips against his, she began to mend his ego once again in a way that was too familiar to both of them.

Feeling his once gun filled hand possessively grab onto the back of her neck and his fingers faintly trailing over the edge of her underwear, she played with the hair at the back of his neck and allowed him to roughly grab onto hers with each moment the kiss deepened.

Ignoring the shooting pain of him tugging on her hair, her mind preoccupied with how good his lips coated in her saliva felt against hers, tasting the want he had for her in each shared lip-lock.

Just as she was fully enjoying the feeling of his mouth pressed up against hers, he robbed her of the feeling and went for her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there with a want that made her arch her back against his body. Gently nipping at the now raw skin, he worked on leaving a visible reminder to everyone including her that she belonged to him, keen on the idea of a dark bruise there to blow off all other potential boyfriends for her.

“Please forgive me?” She breathed in between his many sloppy kisses on the same spot, desperate to move on with the situation and have him back to his normal self like this in her bedroom; her body aching to have him place his lips on more spots than just her neck.

“I don’t know, what you said kinda pissed me off a lot.” Henry coyly teased her, she felt his pink lips curling up into a cocky smile against the skin of her neck when she groaned at his stubborn attitude, knowing that he knew how badly she wanted him now that she had a taste for the day.

“But you know i’m yours.” She pleaded, inhaling a deep breath at the feeling of him roughly kissing the bruised spot on her neck. The soft feeling of his kiss against the tender skin sending ripples of pleasure down her body.

“You’re all mine.” Henry reminded her, retreating from her now bruised neck and pinching her chin, making her look up at him with those eyes he liked so much. “And if you ever joke about it again, we’ll have bigger problems than a gun up against your head.” He threatened, hastily letting go of her face and pulling her off of the hood of the car, his own body desperate to have her too as he moved to driving them back to her house for the night.

#henry bowers imagine #Henry Bowers oneshot #im not into neck hickeys but i feel like this boy would be !#for all ur henry needs !

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0newaytickets · 4 years

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6 Weeks

Maybe it would be easier for me to write. Everyone thinks I’m crazy, over dramatic, and probably even psychotic. All of which may be true. Even if your problems isn’t the end of the world, it still effect you. It’s not because the other side of the world is starving, or dealing with some disease that your problem doesn’t matter and should make you look like a pathetic overreacting lunatic. Thats how I feel. An overreacting lunatic. Attempting so hard to keep my mouth shut, but feeling so much anger when I do.

It’s not the fact that i’m pregnant, or the fact that I’m slowly watching you walk away from me. It’s the fact I’m helpless. Talking is my cry for help, to you and everyone around me. Talking to you the only way I know you’re still there, even though I know mentally, you’re not anymore. The more you lie and stay positive with me, the more it hurts me, because I don’t know what the truth is. I know I asked you to stay, but I also know I don’t want to make you do anything. You tell me, I’m not forcing you to do anything and it’s your choice. But is this your choice as a kind caring person? Or your choice because you wanted to? The reasons are different. I remember going through this with someone that reminded me of you. I tried to give them so much space, because in my mind I knew that the more I said something the more I drained them. With every word, I would be very careful, to a point it became almost lonely, distant. I saw it not going my way no matter how hard I tried. I remember crying in the common area of my school just out of no where, thinking how much I just wanted to say something, but couldn’t and how seconds felt like hours, hours felt like days til I would open that one message that says, “An, I’m so sorry, but I can’t do this, you’re an amazing person, but it’s just not working”. I would replay every scenario until it happened, every possible words to try to prepare me for this. That it would be that day, we would be joking around and you would turn to me, and say An I can’t keep pretending anymore. This is the feeling i’m hiding from you. Call me crazy if you must, reassure me if you must, but the feeling of waiting and watching someone walk away without being able to do a single thing, is the feeling I’ve been scared of the most in the world. The feeling of disappointment. From the beginning, I told you, you can’t deal with me. Not saying you weren’t capable to, but because even my mind can’t handle me. I used to explain it in a way where just imagine how drained you are just listening to me, imagine how drained I am, listening to myself all night, and even in my sleep. You might say, go seek help, and i’ll say I did. To be honest tho, another thing is, I want to have some pride in me that I’m stronger than that, so I want to fight. It’s stupid I know. You can’t tell me you’re not walking away, because in my eyes, you haven’t yet, but you want to. As I see each person I meet walk away, the more I get in my head to try to keep quiet, to fix myself before they figure out how damaged I am. I never was like this before. I remember not giving a single care, barely texting back, minding my own business, sometimes too much. If I did that all wrong, and then I cared too much now, what is the right balance?

I’m secretly preparing myself for you to leave but I know, no matter how much I prepare myself, it will hurt. There’s not a doubt.

I can already tell you’re gone, just the way you’re talking to me. The way you just want to be there for the final straw. I’m not stupid and I’m not blind and you definitely can’t lie to me. I can tell not only by the way you talk to me, by the way you hold me, the way you treat me, and the way you want me around. I can never ask to come over again, and I bet you wouldn’t notice. Not because you have so much on your plate, but because none of us whats to bother to raise that question and if we do, it’s an act of kindness, not the need to be next to each other. If no one asks, no one will see each other. I can bet 100 dollars on this. For you it will be, “i would have to deal with her and I don’t want to” for me it’s “I don’t want to get in his way, and i’m too ashamed to see him”. So we both won’t bother. How long do you think that will last? Would it be the same if I just disappeared and you didn’t hear from me again? Or would be think, thank goodness thats over with.

You say, it’s easy to let go when it’s a burden. “why hold on to unneccessary stress when you don’t have to?” Why do I do it? I do it because it’s worth it because i care for someone the way I would care for if my brother was crying, I would just in front of a train for anyone I care about. Dramatic, I know, but it’s the best way I can describe it. I grew up this way. I was raised this way. I was raised to be loved and give love. I was raise to care and give kindness to those that mean someone to me. So sue me. I can’t describe how you feel, or how you should react, but I can only describe how I feel. I can only assume what you would say. Everything I said is what goes on in my brain. It’s a fight I have everyday. If I was everyone else looking at me, I promise, I would see it the same. “Why are you overreacting?” “Why are you assuming stuff?” “Why are you being sad and trying to predict the future” “Why don’t you just go with the flow?” “Why dont you just try to be positive and it’ll get better”. I know I know. I’m not completely crazy to not know the sane part of me....yet. But to answer, because my heart hurts, my body hurts, and I feel like a failure if I don’t do or say anything. Then you might think, well the more you say something and do negative thing, the more it will just turn out the way you imagined it. So what, smile like i’m not pregnant? like you’re not walking away? Like everything is ok, when its not? Like theres nothing growing inside me. Like the person you want is there with no problem. I don’t know about you, but I can’t do that. The only way I feel safe is, we talked it out, have a clear solution, treat each other like it’s in the past and tomorrow will be better, to hug it out, to express that it’s there but it’s ok and acknowledge that the problem needs to be fixed but we’re gonna stay strong. Stupid? I guess so. Everyone is entitled to their own feelings and their own urge and pain. Some people hold problems at different rank than others. But this is me, and i’m still on the path to find someone that smiles at me and calls me crazy, but is ok with it.

“you cant deal with me”

“watch me”

My pathetic romantic story that will never begin.

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gh0stpkmn · 7 years

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ok sorry for droppin rambly shit in the yooran tag again but! ok. headcanon:

while happy supportive yooran where they’re instantly bffs is so Good and Pure, i feel like another possible way they could start out is.... they Dont like each other at all. they’re almost enemies. they have beef.

putting this under a readmore because its Long sorry. also a link to the beginnings of a fic for this.

(i feel i should mention that i wanted to include the inevitable Rika Conversation™ where saeran is having a relapse/regression moment and slipping into ‘Unknown’ territory bbbbut that seems a bit too heavy and doesn’t really fit in anywhere here. that could be a separate post or ficlet idk)

OK SO. How does this dumb thing start?? let’s set this scene

so... while it’s unlikely that saeyoung would let saeran interact all that much with the rfa until he feels he’s ready (maybe around time of the little rfa get-together in secret ending 2) i’m imagining a scenario where... yoosung is briefly at the bunker.

i wrote this interaction in a lil’ drabble bbbut idk if i’ll write everything as an actual fanfic.

it’s HERE if you want to read it tho!!!!

ok. after this exchange yoosung is just suuuuuper taken aback. he tells himself to brush this off because, again, saeran has been through some shit. he’s probably just not used to people yet. deep down though, he feels kind of hurt and offended.

saeyoung probably just. interrupts to diffuse the situation or smth and tell yoosung that maybe he should leave. apologizes for his brother’s behavior blah blah blah “he just needs time to adjust to everything.”

but. it keeps happening. and the weird tension from their first meeting kind of just.. carries over into their next interaction. and the next. and the one after that

it’s at a point where saeran is less aggressive, less abrasive... he’s just very shy and withdrawn like we see in secret ending 2. he talks in the messenger sometimes, but not often... but when he comes to the chatroom and yoosung is online, he logs out. at rfa meetings / get-togethers, he avoids yoosung

because yoosung is exhausting to be around and he Cant deal with it...(saeyoung is too but he has to deal with that 24/7 anyways)

gradually, saeran opens up to the rfa a little more. he talks a bit more in the chat. sometimes tries making a few jokes. he comes to most if not all the rfa events with his brother. and obviously he’s way more comfortable around his brother and mc, but also he’s on decent terms with the other members.

except. for. yoosung!

now he’s not actively avoiding yoosung, but not making any attempt to talk to him either. if they have to talk at all, interactions are very brief and stiff and uncomfortable. they tolerate each other, but barely.

eventually saeran starts making little comments now and then? like. they’re probably stuck together working on an rfa thing, or yoosung is over hanging out with saeyoung and saeran passes by to the kitchen or to say smth to saeyoung IDK. they have moments where they’re forced to spend time together, and it’s just very very tense.

and at this point Yoosung is Annoyed!!! because saeran is so rude and won’t even try to be friends with him. what an asshole. god.

he gets even angrier when saeran starts making little quips at him. little tiny comments every now and then and they’re not always outright rude or mean but.... his tone is very Deadpan and kind of sarcastic... sometimes he will be rude and mumble a complaint abt yoosung to himself or mock him under his breath, which yoosung hears and gets mad and huffy about

the Last Fucking Straw is at an rfa event of some kind. maybe a party?? yeah. yoosung walks in, ready to have a fun time with his rfa family. he is So prepared for the party and in a great mood. he’s greeting them, everyone is showing up and greeting each other. and then he turns his head

and sees saeran standing there, blank faced. and before yoosung can force himself to be polite and say hello, saeran just says, deadpan

“your roots are showing”

YOOSUNG IS DONE!! He’s so pissed off!!!!! he fucking knows his roots are showing! he’s been so busy with school that he hasn’t had a chance to touch up his hair in a while. he can’t even bring himself to ignore the comment and try to be nice, he is d-o-n-e.

his face gets so red, and his fists ball up, and his shoulders tense and he explodes

“Saeran, what the HELL did I ever do to you??? Why are you like this? I’ve been nothing but nice since we met, but you’re always so damn rude!! What’s with you? Why can’t we just get along and be friends?”

he’s embarrassed at himself but more pissed off that saeran isn’t saying anything. his expressed has barely changed, but he’s blinking at him and looking maybe just a little confused, tilting his head a bit

nd he’s like.

“we are friends”

yoosung is. So confused. SO FUCKING Confused.

“what? but you hate me!”

“um. no.”

“but you’re always mumbling under your breath that i’m annoying! you say rude things and mock me!”

saeran just. shrugs. avoids eye contact and shove his hands in his pockets. he says “you are annoying” like it’s a fact and kinda. walks away to go do other things

yoosung is left there confused and frustrated but not as mad as he thinks he should be

OK and like? insight into saeran’s side..... saeran’s annoyance w/ yoosung just gradually fades away as he gets better and opens up to people, but he feels weird at first doing a complete 180 and treating yoosung super friendly. part of him also isn’t ready for yoosung’s dramatically cheerful “gosh i KNEW we could be friends” and big hugs and all that

also because.......... he likes seeing yoosung huffy and frustrated. it’s really funny to him. he likes it? a lot more than he probably should to be honest. and at this point he just automatically considers them friends. at least in his mind? idk. his thought process is like “i don’t totally hate them and i think they’re okay to be around so... friend.”

as for the roots comment he made?? it goes a bit deeper than all this fluffy silly stuff. like... for saeran, it’s really easy to trigger flashbacks or panic attacks for him? so many little things remind him of his mom or mint eye, rika, etc. it’s hard... i feel like there’s some vague discomfort he feels around yoosung when he’s reminded about how strongly yoosung cares/cared for rika.

and it’s easy enough to keep it under control because yoosung doesn’t talk about her that much anymore, bbbbbut like. sometimes... saeran remembers someone mentioning that yoosung dyed his hair to be closer to rika. they don’t really look alike (bc she was adopted if i remember correctly?) but the blond hair and the significance behind it can get to him sometimes.

so when yoosungs natural roots start showing he is... really relieved? really happy too tbh. bc he kind of maybe sort of genuinely likes hangin around w yoosung! and now he can see that little sign that he really is his own person, not just some kid who idolizes (idolized?) the person who abused him. ye.

anyways from here on saeyoung probably teases yoosung when yoosung asks him what the Fuck is going on w his brother. he’s like

“lol how did you not notice that he likes being around you? it’s so obvious. he wouldn’t do things like stay in the room while we’re playing games to stare at the back of your head for 3 more seconds if he didn’t like you!! come on, dude.”

(yoosung didnt notice that tho whoops)

and “the teasing or whatever? pissing you off? holy shit dude that makes it even MORE obvious that he’s chill with you”

yoosung stays confused until he decides to talk to saeran about it and they start like. actually having proper conversations. and hanging out. and they both feel pretty awkward at first but their relationship gradually develops until they’re really good friends.

and then eventually, really good boyfriends. whooops.

that’s it’s own post altogether tho so i’ll leave it at that

if ur reading this, thank u for bearing with me thru my rambling. god.

#under a cut but SO FUCKING LOOONG #im? so sorry. holy shit.#yooran #. gh0st blabs #mysme spoilers ?? thats a given

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emalynde · 7 years

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D&D Soap Opera Synopsis 9/10 prequel ft. Arkhein & the DM

((As I’m sure you guys have figured out, my elf boyfriend NPCs are written by our wonderful DM, who also happens to be my husband, Merlon. This RP gem includes the amazing writing of my partner-in-crime https://arkhein.tumblr.com/, who plays Adryssa. Check back here if you need help sorting out the characters: http://emalynde.tumblr.com/post/152820810771/dd-soap-opera-synopses AND http://emalynde.tumblr.com/post/156271641901/new-elf-boyfriend-campaign-character-the-oc-of. Emalynde is disguised as Ilayne, since she’s flit off to Nexus without Thalandril knowing to stir up trouble.)) The cantina of the guild hall was teeming with jubilation and excitement as entire teams of adventurers had returned from their jobs. Creatures of all colors, sizes, and species roamed about the room, enjoying the comradery that they had missed while away. Some had taken up instruments and were playing battle-songs of their exploits. Songs of romance, danger and treasure also rang throughout the hall as skilled musicians put tall tales to the test.

Savid had insisted that he and Ilayne spend breakfast at the cantina--after having spent yesterday practically bed-bound--watching people and things go by. The silver-haired elf had never seen the vast majority of these creatures before, and so was engrossed in watching and learning about them, a penchant the dusk elf was well-aware of. They had procured a decently large, round table early on in the festivities so that the remainder of their group could accumulate at the table as each awoke. Kasimir, Chelyse, Adryssa, Dak, and Kyr were all eventually shuffled into the seating around the table by the enormous elf as they slowly emerged from their slumber. Even the angel Gabriel decided to grace them with his presence. Upon spending hours eating and drinking--as Savid does, he leaned in to talk to the group in a semi-hushed, semi-yelling tone of voice that he so loved to use when talking about secret plans.

"Savid remembers that we have plans this evening for the Ball we have decided to infiltrate, yes?" He looks around at the table, his compatriots half full with food as he interrupted what was until then a silent period of feasting. "Savid feels....that taking a partner would be the best course of action, as it would add to the truth of who we are attempting to be!" The towering elf stood up and pushed his chair backwards, slamming it accidently against the hind legs of a large, mantis-looking creature that returned the shove with a clattering of its mandibles. Savid was not sure if it was angry or attempting a mating call, so--with a shrug--he continued, proceeding to bend onto one knee in front of the lovely Ilayne. "Savid would like to know if he could grace you with his presence at a Ball as your partner for the evening." He hit her with his full, beaming grin, one that would be cheesy on anyone else, but he truly thought it was as effective as the rest of him.

The notion of a ball causes the elf with hair like starlight to lift a single, intrigued eyebrow. She was quite versed in such affairs within the bounds of Evermeet, but the kind of party -this- town might throw… a smirk curls the corners of her lips at the very thought. Not familiar with the group’s plans for the evening (as far as the cult is concerned), Emalynde/Ilayne bit at her bottom lip in anticipation. Not only would this be a perfect opportunity to people-watch, but it would also be her last evening here in Nexus and a suitable send-off. Savid was a charming companion, if a bit… dull intellectually. He could not play the Game with her, but such a thing was not a requirement for dalliances of this sort. Even so, Jhanys would be positively beside herself with jealousy, a thought that brings a broader span to the smirk that hovered atop the freckled elf’s mouth. The enchantress homes back into the conversation as Savid kneels before her. Being unfamiliar with the rather human gesture, her head cants to the side in curiosity, spilling several curls the color of mithril over one shoulder. Even on one knee, the hulking elf was taller than her seated figure, forcing Emalynde/Ilayne to look up to flash both a winsome and flattered smile at Savid as she understood his intention. “I would be honored,” she responds in silken tones that constantly skirted being coy. There was an almost constant playfulness about her person that perhaps gave the impression that the elf did not take many things seriously, although even Kasimir could not discount her intelligent gaze. She had even managed to impress him with her knowledge of the Astral Plane upon their first meeting. Shame the same could not be said of their private encounter. Chelyse turns to Kasimir and a look of affirmation passes between the pair. It did not need to be spoken that the golden elf and her darker consort would be attending the celebration in each other’s immediate company. They spent the vast majority of their time in such a manner as it was, even selecting an apartment within the guild hall together--sleeping/trancing and living in the same space. It was a sudden and abrupt shift in their relationship--as the group was well-aware thanks to Savid, but the quiet couple seemed very much enamored with one another.

The young paladin was thankful that Kasimir did not put on a show about the ordeal as Savid did, but the latter did have a penchant for the dramatic. And Savid seemed to be enjoying himself with the girl from Evermeet. Blushing slightly, the fey knight feels ashamed at how well-received and likable the priestess of Hanali was in comparison to herself. Chelyse couldn’t be charming if she tried--at least not like that. Ilayne’s easy, melodic laughter floats through the air at one of Savid’s jokes and Chelyse squeezes Kasimir’s hand--content, at least, in his companionship (not even knowing that he’d saved her from a rather petty gesture by the same elf the golden-haired girl was being slightly envious of). “Who will you take, then?” The gentle paladin inquires of her younger sister, turning to view the smaller, strikingly similar elf better across the table. Her intonations were kindly and soft, genuinely interested in making sure Adryssa had a companion for the evening if she so desired one. But the elven girl was also too obtuse to know whom the diviner fancied or was fond of. It was a gesture of care--for Chelyse, at least, who was admittedly trying to be sisterly to her sibling. Although that intention manifest in a myriad of ways--not all of which were necessarily welcome by (or helpful to) the youngest Dawnbloom.

Adryssa absent-mindedly sucked down her orange juice, using her straw like a pro and twirling it around with her tongue. Her mind was swirling with inventory reports, warehouse floor plans, artisan guild agreements, and business ledgers. So much had happened in the last few days. She was a legitimate business owner now. The city of Nexus considered her an actual adult. Soon, people would be relying on her for their livelihood. It was exciting and scary.

But what kept on pulling her out of her happiness zone was the incessant giggling of that bubble-brained little drow slut who was flirting with Savid across the table. Adryssa wasn't sure who the hell she was, or why she was at the table, but it was getting tiresome. Chelyse seemed to take in dark elves like some crazy cat lady. Adryssa had almost completely purged Savid from her heart - and now this.

Perhaps she was being unfair. The drow girl didn't seem to be all that stupid. And perhaps she hadn't even giggled *once*. But dammit, it seemed like everyone had somebody - except Adryssa. She took a breath and forced her gaze away from Savid. No, she had her business. She was going to throw herself into her work and forget about everything and everyone else. But suddenly Chelyse asked her about the ball.

"Take? Who . . ? The ball!" a look of panic spread across Adryssa's face. "That's tonight? I . . I don't have anyone to take! I don't even have anything to wear!" Adryssa suddenly felt like throwing up orange juice all over the table, her eyes wide, staring at Chelyse. Desperate, unable to form words, she mouthed 'Help me." Chelyse’s eyes widened in a reflection of the diviner’s panicked expression, feeling responsible for the shift in emotion and caring that Adryssa was distressed. In an effort to calm her sister, the fey knight spoke in gentle, reassuring tones--not even slightly condescending or ingenuine, “Do not fret. I am sure Kyr, Gabriel, or Dak would be happy to accompany you.” The smile that spanned the golden-haired elf’s lips was kindly, attempting to both comfort her younger sibling as well as help solve her dilemma. “Or, perhaps someone you’ve an eye on?” Emalynde/Ilayne smirks somewhat mischievously, clearly insinuating that Adryssa should choose the person for whom she had flirtatious feelings. While the remaining party members were just fine and dandy, a gnome, a human, or an angel might not be the little elf’s partner of choice. Not to mention Emalynde/Ilayne took every opportunity to subtly and expertly undermine Chelyse. The silvery elf tosses a wink at Adryssa, offering her a wide grin of reassurance--essentially trying to provide alternative (and likely more desirable) options. As well as to ease the smallest elf at the table’s worries. “Is there someone you fancy?” Her voice was lilting and melodic, resting her chin atop the platform created by the interlocked fingers of her hands. “Or someone you enjoy spending your evenings with?” Emalynde/Ilayne intentionally left her phrasing ambiguous so as to allow the listener to choose whether she was speaking of a dear friend or a lover. The smirk against her lips was coy and bemused, adding, “And fear not. We can always venture out to attain proper wardrobe for such an event. Savid tells me that you design attire. I assume, then, that I can depend on your tastes to be exquisite.” Glancing over to the giant dusk elf for effect, the enchantress’ silvered eyes slide back to Adryssa, “Seeing as what handiwork I have been privy to is dashing.”

Adryssa watched Chelyse's lips as her sister spoke. Once again, the paladin didn't seem to get the urgency or importance of Adryssa's mind-bogglingly horrible ordeal. This was the first chance for Adryssa to establish her brand - to show off her handiwork to an audience who would actually understand - and she was flubbing it horribly. "I . . yes . . . maybe . . ." she stumbled over her words.

Then the strange drow girl began to talk to her, but Adryssa realized she wasn't a drow at all. She hadn't been paying attention, instead having just looked at the back of the elf's head and assumed. And there was something else about her that she couldn't put her finger on. Something she wasn't quite used to. The girl was being nice to her. She was complimenting Adryssa and not treating her like she was an idiot or insane.

"Exquisite? " Adryssa said as a smile blossomed across her face, her whole body turning away from Chelyse towards the moon elf. "I do design attire. I do, I do. I just opened a boutique and set up my atelier. I'm in business! Dawnbloom Couture. I intend on having princesses and queens as my clientele one day! I've been really busy, and I'm sorry, because I kind of get the feeling that I should know who you are. Did we get introduced within the last few days, because my mind has been so busy with the business, I think I am becoming forgetful. You even kind of look familiar. Maybe I saw you at the Fairy Market in downtown Leuthilspar on Evermeet, buying a hazelnut butter pie for lunch from a little old lady with a green bonnet on a Thursday? I'm Adryssa Ellifayne Dawnbloom, by the way. Nice to meet you. You are so pretty."

"I . . ." Adryssa looked down at her empty orange juice glass. "I don't really have anyone. There is someone I'm interested in, but she's far too important and busy to be involved with someone like me. She's like, a superstar."

Emalynde/Ilayne smiled slightly as Adryssa turned her attention away from the young paladin, a semblance of triumph stirring in her chest. Kasimir had forbade any outright harm come to his insipid companion, but he had made no mention of the enchantress utilizing other, more subtle means to exact her ends. And it was unlikely anyone at the table was well-versed in the intricacies of vernacular and discourse enough to pick-up on the freckled elf’s small, deliberate blows to the fey knight’s esteem. Growing up in a convent full of women, Emalynde/Ilayne was far too skilled at the covert art of belittling, undermining, and discounting others--all veiled in friendly jest or other such antics. She had rarely made use of the skillset--it wasn’t really within her nature, but the doe-eyed elf grated on the courtesan like she’d never experienced before. The blonde had not only taken Thalandril away from her for a time (not that Ema had even been present to feel that effect), but--more importantly--she had hurt him. Chelyse had begun to part her lips in response to Adryssa, but Emalynde/Ilayne cuts her off--the action likely seemingly innocent and unintentional, given that they knew not who the elf with hair like starlight really was. Besides Kasimir, that is. Even the courtier was unaware that the dusk elf wizard knew--and had altered her memories to preserve that advantage. “Worry not,” she smiles enchantingly, “I have been in Nexus only three days now and have left my lodgings seldomly.” The silvery elf politely declines to elaborate.

At being complimented, Emalynde/Ilayne favors Adryssa with a winsome, gracious smile, nodding her head in thanks--a movement that causes the smaller curls about her face to bob slightly. “It is my pleasure... Adryssa, is it not?” It wasn’t much of a question, but simply elegantly posed as one in keeping with conversational paradigm. As the smaller of the golden elves deflates, the mithril-haired elf flashes a mischievous grin, “Now, that has yet to be determined. Come, the only way we shall find out is to ask.” ((thaaaaat’s a 30 persuasion ;D)) Without waiting for a response, Emalynde/Ilayne rises in a fluid, graceful motion, smoothing her dress against her thighs and hips to encourage the gown to hang correctly upon her slender frame. She was much more shapely than Chelyse--soft and curvaceous in all the place the gentle paladin was muscled and flat. It didn’t help that the moon elf was astoundingly lovely ((Appearance 21)), prettier even than the Aasimar. Casting a glance at the diviner over her shoulder, Emalynde/Ilayne’s lips bloom into that coy half-smirk of hers, beckoning Adryssa along for what the enchantress perceived as an adventure, “Shall we?”

Adryssa's gaze slowly moved from the orange juice glass to the moon elf. She didn't notice her sister begin to talk. She didn't notice much of anything else. This woman was speaking kindly to her, and it was something Adryssa craved.

"Three days in Nexus and you haven't been outside your room?" Adryssa's eye widened to the point where they crossed. "But here is so much to see here. So many wonderful sights. The architecture is just amazing and there is a floating forest and there are so many different types of sentient creatures it's like a smorgasbord of flesh!" She said, not realizing that the statement could be taken a myriad of ways.

"Oh, and yes, I'm Adryssa. It was Clarissa. But that's my human name. Adryssa is my elf name and since I'm an elf, that's my name now," she nodded repeatedly with a smile. The smile grew wider when the moon elf mentioned leaving.

"Oh yes, let's go! I should show you around along the way. I have a conveyance. It's a little cherry red Mephit 9000 XTC that goes faster than a gold dragon and banks better than a broom. The fire elemental at the core - I call her Petunia - is a speed-a-holic. Petunia literally SCREAMS around corners. The bucket seats, you just melt into them. They caress your whole body. And ermahgerd, the rumble. You can feel it deep down inside your . . . insides. I haven't taken anybody up in her yet. You could be the very first!"

Adryssa slipped functional, yet classy green goggles from her bag and arranged them around her eyes with a light snap. Then she followed along with the moon elf, completely ignoring everyone else at the table, including her sister. "By the way, I think I missed your name again. What was it?"

Emalynde/Ilayne clarifies, “Actually, I have been outside the guild hall--with Savid on the evening of my first day within Nexus, actually.” The silvery-tressed elf turns a fond smile toward the half-dressed barbarian, who was seated next to her once more. ��We ventured to the circus so that I might marvel at all the varying races that comprise the population here. It really is rather fascinating that so many sorts of creatures can call this place home.” Almost absent-mindedly, the enchantress rests a palm against Savid’s forearm, a gesture of comfort and camaraderie--since she really didn’t know anyone else here. The fact she only spoke Elvish compounded that. “But I should be happy for a larger tour. This must be one of the flying wagons--yes?” Starting to move from the table after giving the remainder a nod of farewell, the freckled elf lifts a silvered brow at Adryssa’s inquiry before her expression shifts into a wide smile, “Ilayne. I am a priestess of Hanali back within Leuthilspar.”

Savid was caught off guard as the two young elves decided to move off. He had been following their conversation, but had enraptured himself in thoughts of what he was to wear at the ball. Realizing that the ladies were leaving, without him, he stood up and moved off after them. “Savid thinks it best if he came along. Two lovely ladies that you are, you would be lost without the guidance of Savid.” He starts to move up between the elven women, if allowed, and continues in a deep, knowing voice. “Savid is aware of all of the best shops, owners, and parts of town for this. Adryssa, you spend so much time working that Savid is not sure that you have seen some of the shops!” He puts an arm across both girls, one each if allowed, and moves them off in the same direction. “Plus, Savid will not be outdone. Savid thinks that matching outfits are in order, as you will match Savid.” His chisled features town to rather pointedly looks towards Ema/Ilayne, his expression displaying just how serious of an issue it was for the dusk elf; he truly appears to think that he needs to be the highlight of the duo. “Savid also thinks Adryssa has excellent taste, and could help pick out something spectacular for all of us.” His grin goes corner to corner as he enjoys the idea of a shopping spree with the girls.

Chelyse watches the trio move away, the silver-haired elf slipping happily beneath Savid’s arm and threading her own about his broad torso. Her expression was slightly troubled, as if the fey knight felt unsure of herself. The sight made her miss Aliera, the only real friend she had, and a subtle pang of remorse manifest that she could not relate to Adryssa so. Chelyse mourned the fact the pair was just so different that it compounded their familial relationship. Made it hard to communicate and share each other’s company. She turned an almost dejected visage to Kasimir, “Am I difficult to get along with?” she ventures in small, soft tones. It was quiet enough to not attract the attention of those seated at their table. “I… do not understand why the many dresses Adryssa possesses are not suitable. Or… why she cannot simply attend the ball with…” Blonde tresses shift forward as Chelyse looks at the table, her words trailing away. Perhaps it was exactly this lack of understanding that formed a rift between the youngest Dawnbloom siblings and made Chelyse not nearly as well-liked or enthralling as Ilayne. A sigh parts Chelyse’s lips. She usually didn’t care about such things; it was odd that she gave regard to her appearance and what others thought of her at all.

"The circus?" the be-goggled elf girl exclaimed. "How wonderful! Wasn't it just so exciting? So many different types of people. Not like back home at all, yanno, where if you have a slightly different eyebrow shape they consider you a different species. Oh, Savid may not have told you, but he's one of the best circus performers in the whole city." Adryssa nodded vigorously and winked at the towering dusk elf in a manner that she thought was secret, though looked like more like a four-year old's pantomime wink using the entire head, neck, and shoulders.

Adryssa led the two down several tall corridors until they reached an external foyer connected to a parking structure loaded with flying vehicles. She handed an invisible entity a red piece of paper, and the paper went aloft towards the parking areas. "Flying wagons! Yes. That's what I called them too. Here they call them SkyCoaches, which is kind of a boring name."

As they waited for the valet, Adryssa listened to the girl and learned her name and profession. "It's so good to meet you, Ilayne. And a priestess of Hanali, really? My friends Amkissra and Ghilanna from the Bonnalurie Tree were priestesses of Hanali as well! They said that the were 14th level Guzzlers. I'm not sure how the bureaucracy works in the church, but that always sounded pretty important. Fourteen whole levels. Oh, look! There is Petunia coming now!”

Adryssa pointed up at the bright red egg that was floating down towards them. When the convertible hot rod landed, she handed the invisible valet a coin and hopped into the long couch making up the front seat. "Ilayne, Savid, this is Petunia. Petunia this is Ilayne and Savid. Some say that the elementals that power these things are slaves. But not Petunia," Adryssa caressed the quilted dashboard. "Petunia LOVES being a flying wagon. And she LOVES going fast. And she LOVES to hear songs - the ruder and the more sexually explicit the better. I know that sounds weird, but she really, really does. It makes her purr sooo loud. So can you two help me sing to her?"

The enchantress happily sashayed beside Savid as the group of them headed toward this flying wagon of Adryssa’s. Everything was so unique and in contrast to the well-organized, uniform--although still quite beautiful--Leuthilspar. Silvered eyes gaze with open awe and curiosity, absorbing every bit of this adventure, her first foray outside of Evermeet. At the notion of Savid being a circus performer, Emalynde/Ilayne turns with admiring intrigue to her companion, but she was surprised to see a pout forming on his chiseled features. Somewhat puzzled, the courtesan watches Adryssa wink at the giant of an elf, who just seemed to pout more. The discussion became even more interesting as the diviner mentioned the only two wood or wild elves within the priestesses of Hanali. They were not at the temple much--preferring the outskirts of Leuthilspar, but she knew both. It took a hand raised to conceal her lips to staunch the giggle that threatened to escape. There was no such thing as levels within the ranks of Hanali’s priestesses, other than perhaps the standings of some courtesans who made a living from the profession rather than simply serving at the temple--of which Emalynde/Ilayne was one. The silvery elf declined to tell the girl that the priestesses had been playing with her, though. The timing of the crimson contraption’s arrival was perfect--rescuing Emalynde/Ilayne from any moral obligation toward the truth. Wonder sparkled in her eyes at the vehicle, cautiously climbing aboard and slipping onto the middle section of the long cushion suspended across the flying wagon’s width, Savid following along behind her. The enchantress laughs outright, the sound melodic and bemused, at the notion that the car required her to sing. Never one to not flaunt her own talents, the silvery-tressed elf shook her curls out behind her, straightening to better utilize her diaphragm as Savid lazily rested his arm along the back of their seat behind her. The elf with hair like starlight begins a mournful melody, hauntingly beautiful, about seeking solace in the arms of numerous lovers after the loss of a true love. It was explicit, in a way, but mostly heart-wrenching, the sort of ballad that reached into the soul and made one weep. ((She’s actually trained in singing, so she rolled a 21))

The diviner listened in amazement at Ilayne's song, mouthing the words quietly, trying to commit them to memory. She stroked the dashboard to the rhythm, and the light rumbling sound grew louder and louder down in the depths of the vehicle. By the time Ilayne's song was over, Petunia sounded like a two ton metallic cat with an elephant full of cat-nip. "By Sehanine, Ilayne, listen to that purr! You've got her going louder than I've ever heard. And smoother! That raspy, grating sound in the back of her ventricular manifold is even gone. Hot damn, she's gonna go faster than EVAR today!"

Adryssa began flipping switches all along the dashboard, turning knobs, priming pumps, and poking buttons. "Guys, the couch is going to grab you in the privates, but that's okay. It's how Petunia will keep you from flying out of the vehicle." A high whine started in the huge, red, steaming kettle behind them. "Come on Petunia. Keep it up. That's a good girl," Adryssa strapped a leather cap to her head, matching the goggles. "At some point during the trip you may feel dizzy, nauseous, or like you are about to die. That's normal," she began to yell over the noise. "See all of these instruments on the dash? Most of them emit magic to keep us alive. But even if something goes wrong, Petunia explodes, and I burn to death, my corpse is going to float gently downward for a while, so grab on to one of my arms or legs and ride me until someone can rescue you. Okay?"

A big red flashing button, the kind that looks like a button you should never press, was mashed under Adryssa's thumb. Petunia rocketed forward, leaving a trail of fire blazing through the parking structure. "Yeehaw!" the elf cheered as Ilayne and Savid were slammed backwards by the force of acceleration. They sunk into the fabric of the couch - which suddenly felt like it was made of salt-water taffy - and were held immobile. Petunia raced through the air, twirling around other vehicles like they were standing still, and blasted up the sides of building in a mad dash, leaving nothing in their wake except people shaking their fists angrily and cursing them for being a public nuisance.

Adryssa climbed higher and higher, skipping off of the sides of buildings until Petunia hung in the sky, motionless, far above even the tallest tower. It was silent up here. Adryssa pulled off her leather cap and her golden hair fluttered in the light breeze. She looked downward and took in the entire city - the whole mass of color and light and little bitty moving things - all in one view. She then turned to her passengers - panting slightly, her eyes wide, her breath heavy, her cheeks flushed, and a huge smile on her face. "Petunia LOVES you, Ilayne. She's showing off for you!"

Emalynde/Ilayne lets the last note of her melody hang in the air, a final farewell to the tale and the emotions that were engendered as a result. The courtesan was forced to take a steadying breath. That particular ballad always hit her more deeply than any of the other songs within her repertoire; it was the enchantress’ favorite. A confident, contented smile made its way to her freckled visage shortly, somewhat emotionally spent but pleased with her performance. The vehicle was indeed making noise, and--to an elf unfamiliar with machinery--seemed rather alive. Trepidatious but optimistic, the silvery elf pressed herself against Savid’s side, unconsciously seeking some sort of protection with that gesture as the noise and shuddering grew. The confidence begins to ebb away slightly, the courtier not looking concerned, exactly, but hesitant--all while still keeping the semblance of a smile upon her lips. She casts a glance at Savid, searching for whether he was equally skeptical, but the dusk elf leans over with a roguish grin upon his face, spouting off with the intent of being reassuring, “Savid sees that you are uncertain. Do not be. Savid shook you much harder the previous evening. And he makes much more noise.” ((DM’s words, not mine T_T)) Emalynde/Ilayne barks a loud laugh, both tickled and somewhat surprised at the comment. With a few delicate fingers, she grabs his jaw, pulling the well-muscled elf’s features down to kiss him firmly before releasing her hold--bolstered as to the safety of their travel. ((rolled a 20 for her reaction XD)) Savid’s encouragement could not have come at a better time, allowing Emalynde/Ilayne to mostly shrug off Adryssa’s various warnings. The silver-haired elf was excited, one hand clinging to Savid just in case, but no longer worried about their venture’s degree of danger. As the SkyCoach rockets forward, the force squashes the enchantress into the embrace of the seat cushions, white knuckles holding Savid’s giant mitt of a hand as she yelled exuberantly. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, the wind rushing through her hair and buffeting her elongated ears. A laugh would punctuate their trajectory every so often, delight and amazement implicit in the sound. As the trio banked and hovered a great distance above Nexus, Emalynde/Ilayne realized that the city was just a floating mote. In her exhilaration, the courtesan attempts to pry herself from the seat, crawling over Savid’s lap to look over the edge--if allowed. Savid would wrap an arm about the enchantress’ waist easily, securing her into the vehicle should her curiosity get the better of her. Bent over on her knees atop the dusk elf’s thighs, Emalynde/Ilayne casts a glance over her shoulder at Adryssa, beaming at the fact the fire elemental had taken a liking to her person. Reaching out with a hand, the priestess pats the quilted dash approvingly, as she had seen the diviner do prior.

The nervousness that had been welled up inside of Adryssa's belly, hidden but constant, suddenly lifted and she laughed. Ilayne and Savid had actually liked the mad and hectic ride. It dawned on Adryssa that Chelyse would have freaked out and started screaming, accusing her of being irresponsible, childish, and insane. But not them. She had watched them kiss and did not felt jealous. She watched Ilayne climb all over Savid with her butt in the air and did not feel ill at ease at all. In fact, the sight was quite welcome.

"I've come up here quite often since I realized that this was a place," Adryssa started, her voice calm and thoughtful. "No one is ever up here. Maybe an occasional bird. Or flying thing. Whatever those metallic bees with eight heads are. But no people really. It's peaceful and quiet and you can just relax. It's so high - we might be at least a mile up. I figured that maybe, if I ever took anyone else up here, that it would be a special event, so I needed a special name. So I decided that everyone who came up here was going to be a member of the a this very special club. So welcome to the Mile High Club. It's a secret, so don't tell anyone."

After a few minutes, Adryssa began to turn knobs and flip switches, causing the hot rod to descend. "Thank you so much for coming here with me. I heard what ya'll said about buying some clothes . . . but I can't. I can't wear anyone else's clothing. It would betray my brand. So I need to make my own clothes for tonight. And I'd be honored if I could make you clothes for the ball too. Anything you'd like. Anything you can describe. It can have images on it - animated images. Flames. Clouds. Woodland scenes with illusory pixies and fairies flying around you. It could even be see-through at will. I'm pretty good. And the two of you would be helping me tremendously be wearing them, since you both are so very pretty. Could you please help me out? You can keep the clothes forever!"

Petunia drifted calmly, slowly down - back into the city with it's movement and frenetic energy. The buildings Adryssa steered them towards were of odd shapes - experimental - avant-garde - artistic. "The girl I like - Temerity - lives right over there at that shop. I didn't really forget to ask her. I just don't think she'd say yes. She's so busy. I'm scared that she'll say no. I just don't know what to do about that, since I'd normally barge over and ask. But I'm so nervous. My head has been changing a lot recently. Ilayne - what should I do? How can I learn to be so calm and self-assured just like you are?" The crimson conveyance sat down a block away from the shop. Adryssa was visibly shaking and she licked her lips nervously, looking at Ilyane with imploring eyes.

As Adryssa begins to speak, Emalynde/Ilayne pulls herself away from her sight-seeing, marveling at the scene below one last time before sliding back into her seat. Savid left his arm about her waist, giving her a playfully wary look--as if she might bound over him once more. The enchantress flashes him a reassuring grin, silently attempting to assuage any discomfort, and the enormous elf seemed to relax more. Silvered eyes watch the smaller, golden elf, nodding appropriately to her words. “A secret, then,” she affirms, a curt nod solidifying her commitment to confidentiality. When the hot rod is activated once more, the enchantress nestles back into the seat’s padding, waiting for it to take hold of her, as she entwined her fingers with Savid’s again--not a romantic gesture, but more of a safety assurance. Silvery brows loft in interest at the notion of having a custom-made gown. She so very much loved to stand out in a crowd, so a modeling gig was right up Emalynde/Ilayne’s alley. Biting at her bottom lip, she grinned widely, clearly thrilled at the prospect. It’s a shame that she would be leaving Nexus in the morning and couldn’t create clientele here. This would have been the perfect opportunity. Although, admittedly, she wasn’t quite keen on becoming intimate with all these varying sorts of creatures.

“Of course!” The freckled elf would have hugged Adryssa, agreeing to her offer, but Petunia seemed about to take off. It would probably be wisest to stay in her seat. The courtesan’s wariness was unjustified, though, given that the car drifted slowly back to the city streets, their trajectory easy and gentle. Upon arriving at a very creative-looking district, the architecture itself seeming a work of art, Emalynde/Ilayne turns to regard Adryssa as the vehicle slows. Sympathy veils her feminine features, feeling for the younger elf. Who hadn’t been in her shoes at one point or another? Extending a gentle hand, the enchantress attempts to place it against the diviner’s shoulder, “Just be yourself,” she smiles encouragingly. “Confidence and self-assurance are simply byproducts of practice, dear.” Her word were calm and sweet; it was obvious that her patience was vast, or perhaps she worked with children. Growing up in an orphanage and part of a sect comprised mainly of women, it was likely both. “Worry not; I am sure she would be delighted to join you.” ((Persuasion 25)) “Would you rather us wait here or accompany you?” Temerity’s shop was small but fierce, decorated tastefully--yet eccentrically--in dark, brooding colors, giving the establishment a mysterious quality. There was a single, large window in the front of the store, edged with blood red, velvet curtains on the inside. Each hanging panel of velvet was pulled back and secured to the outer perimeter of the window with a black ribbon. A few paintings were on display, but weren’t exactly visible just yet. An ‘Open’ sign hung on the quaint door, which was directly to the right of the display window. The lighting inside was dim, almost eerie, but slight movement was perceptible within.

The golden-haired sun elf beamed at Ilayne. "Thank you for offering to be one of my experiments, and your advice! Wow. You are so helpful and wonderful. I keep thanking you, but it doesn't seem to be enough," Adryssa sighed, then cocked her head. "You know, Amkissra and Ghilanna from the Bonnalurie Tree taught me how to formally thank a priestesses of Hanali. We actually spent a lot of time on practice. Amkissra said I was really good at Thanksgiving because I can grow my tongue out to at least 14 inches, while Ghilanna said that the best features were that it was prehensile and I could make it forked at the end. I would be happy to formally thank you if you want, anytime. Just let me know," she said with the respect and piety of a parishioner discussing communion wafers with a Catholic priest.

Adryssa's gaze then moved from Ilayne to Temerity's shop. She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking briefly. "Yes, I think I'll take you up on your offer. You can come on up and meet Temerity, and maybe I can get a bit distracted and less nervous." The elf flipped several switches on the vehicle and stroked the quilted dashboard gently. Then with a deep breath, she exited and began to walk towards the shop. She looked back to make sure the others were coming too.

A bell rang on the quaint door as Adryssa opened it, and she peered inside the dark and eccentric shop. "Temerity? Helloooooo? It's me! Adryssa. That elf you know." She suddenly remembered that she was still wearing the emerald goggles and yanked them off her face in a flurry of activity, then nervously pretended there hadn't been anything on her face at all. An errant strand of hair dangled across her eye, nose and mouth, which she desperately blew at to get rid of, but the stubborn thing resisted. Adryssa screamed internally.

Emalynde/Ilayne smiled kindly at the elven girl, wondering inwardly if anyone had taken the time to advise Adryssa previously. Or taken the time to really talk to her. Given the diviner’s reaction--and the enchantress’ experiences with children, either Adryssa had a great need for attention, or she did not get nearly enough positive reinforcement. But the silvery elf’s brows loft in surprise and she blinks, lips parting in keeping with her reaction, at the notion that Amkissra and Ghilanna treated the Dawnbloom girl that way. Of course, there was no such thing as this Thanksgiving or any formal method of giving thanks as a priestess of Hanali. Masquerading thusly was a slight to the doctrine and their beliefs--as well as the sanctity of their rites. It was almost making a mockery of them. She didn’t know the wood and wild elven girls well, but the matron would have to hear of this. Emalynde/Ilayne herself was concerned, not only for any additional untruths these two were telling, but if they had taken advantage of the sun elf, who looked to be not over 75. A child. ((Consulted DM for all of that)) The courtesan decided not to mention the severity of the issue--not yet at least. It would do Adryssa no good to be told these girls were lying to her. In fact, it would probably make her feel betrayed or foolish--neither feeling would be beneficial toward the trio’s current ends. Maybe later. Emalynde/Ilayne took only a moment to return to her light-hearted demeanor, well-practised at veiling her own sentiments, but still worried for the girl’s well-being. She might have a talk with the pair herself, although Matron Linarralh commanded much more respect than the courtier herself did. It wouldn’t surprise her if the matron removed the duo from the order entirely, given that they were dealing in minors and falsehoods about the religion. Although offering a warm smile to the smaller elf, Emalynde/Ilayne just nodded her head gratefully, choosing not to comment on the offer of thanks. Savid exited the vehicle first, helping her from the confines of the car. It was difficult to not be somewhat motherly toward the poor girl, but the freckled elf did not wish to interfere with the purpose of their outing. So instead, she rubbed Savid’s back soothingly, although the gesture had been meant for Adryssa. The older elves followed along silently, watching and waiting.

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