#like i didnt have to change the resting place? the shape of my mouth? idk

[fellasleepinbaltimore]

I feel like I been talking about this a lot but I do think like dialects or accents of certain languages just fit the way you speak better sometimes and idk why

#like in spanish i feel like the colombian accent fits really well like the paisa ish accent or thh rolo but i dont use usted as much #and in portuguese i never chose an accent tbh i did this radio accent but like it honestly switches but id say the paulistano accent fits #with arabic i focused on the shami dialect specifically lebanese but oike dhrjyu the 3 days i spent of egyptian showed me it was so much- #more comfortable and like idk not that it was infinitely easier i just felt i was changing less when i opened my mouth to speak #like i didnt have to change the resting place? the shape of my mouth? idk #but i thinking with thai its really wild bc its jumping all over the place and is a lot... higher?? idk its just v different and i think- #thats interesting

[thisisawonderfulusername]

for all time, always

episode one, part one

loki laufeyson x reader

requested by: @lonely-nerd-sodaholic

summary: you've been friends with loki since childhood, and you knew that his views were wrong. you help the avengers capture him in his attempt to take over midgard- and get caught up in the tva.

warnings: none that i can think of? idk tell me if you see anything.

word count: 4.4k

a/n: okay, hi. so this is going to be a series, because the request was so packed and i already had a lot written only 20 minutes into the first episode of the show. so, the first episode will be broken into 2, mainly because i'm figuring out how to write the rest, and i didnt want one part to be ridiculously long.

i'm still thinking of a name for this, so if there are any suggestions please tell me :)

ever since your home planet had been destroyed, way back in your childhood, loki had been your friend. for most of the thousand years you’ve lived, he was your best friend. he helped you feel at home on asgard when you first arrived, and as you grew up next to each other, you became inseparable.

you helped him stay out of too much trouble- though there was no stopping the god of mischief in causing a little chaos. but he always wanted more.

and now you stood in front of him with the avengers, hawkeye pointing an arrow at his face as he catches his breath. the hulk had clearly gotten him good, as there was now a deep, god shaped impression in the floor, and his face was covered in scratches.

you handed a pair of handcuffs to tony- ones that even a god couldn’t break through- and he locked them onto loki’s hands without a struggle from the man. his brother lugged him up off the ground as an agent of shield placed his scepter in a case, and tony carefully placed the tesseract into a hopefully secure briefcase. you didn’t want something like that to escape it’s prison- not into the wrong hands. which, unfortunately, were your friend’s hands.

captain america walked by everyone as you all waited for the two men to finish packing up the dangerous items, speaking into his comms. “on my way to coordinate search and rescue.”

loki’s form changes to look like steve, and you roll your eyes as he mocks the man. “i mean, honestly, how do you even keep your-”

before he can finish the sentence, you place a restraint over his mouth that extends to wrap around his head in order to stay in place, as his brother tells him to shut up in irritation.

you all gather into the elevator- except for the hulk. everyone ushers him away, “maximum occupancy has been reached.” tony tells him, “take the stairs.”

as the doors close, his rageful roar can be heard and a dent is made in the ridiculously strong metal.

the ride down to the main floor of the building is filled with conversation of what’s to happen with loki. the plan was for you and thor to take him back to asgard, to serve his time in a cell strong enough to hold him.

you look to the god next to you. “i thought you were better than this.” you mutter to him, and his head turns as his eyes meet yours. his eyebrows raise, and you know exactly what he’s trying to communicate.

did you really, though?

no.

the doors open to show the busy lobby, and you all begin to escort him out of the building. you are quickly stopped by some agents, including an older man who stops in front of stark and thor. “may i ask you where you’re going?” he questions.

“bit of lunch and then asgard,” thor tells him, glancing to tony before looking back at the man with furrowed eyebrows, “i’m sorry, you are..?”

“alexander pierce,” tony informs, “he’s the man above the folks behind nick fury.”

thor nods in understanding as pierce speaks up again, “my friends call me mr. secretary. i’m gonna have to ask you to turn that prisoner over to me.”

you look to the man, more attentive now, “loki will be answering to odin himself.” you contend, seeing out of the corner of your eye how loki shakes his head with a roll of his eyes.

“no, he’s gonna answer to us.” the man argues, “odin can have what’s left. and i’m gonna need that case.” he nods to where the tesseract is contained. “that’s been shield property for over seventy years.”

one of his guards steps in, ���hand over the case, stark.” he moves to grab it from him, but thor quickly puts a hand to his chest to stop him in his tracks.

tony adjusts so the case is further away from them, holding his hand out, “all right, i’m not gonna argue who’s got the higher authority here…”

“i need the case.” the man states strongly.

“i know you got a lot of pull, i’m just saying, jurisdiction-”

they begin to interrupt each other, arguing back and forth about jurisdiction, and agents begin to gather around stark to try to grab the case from him.

suddenly, the case drops from his hand as he gasps, beginning to choke on air as he falls to the ground. your eyes widen, not noticing when the briefcase slides past you on the ground. you have no idea how to help in this situation.

in an instant, the door to the stairwells slams open and your head whips towards it as the hulk hits one of the agents- who drops the case that everyone had been fighting over just seconds.

you’re in shock as it falls open and the tesseract slides across the floor to stop next to loki’s foot. “loki, no!” you shout, and in one quick motion you both bend over to grab it from each other, before you’re going through a portal.

you’re falling out of the sky, and you instinctively grab for loki, managing to find his arm before the two of you crash into a sandy dune of the desert.

you breathe shakily as you quickly sit up, looking to your side as he pulls the mouth guard off. “you’ve got to be kidding me, loki!” you yell at him, pushing up from the ground and shaking the sand off of your hands.

he scoffs as he stands as well, “no, no y/n. you’ve got to be kidding me!” he points a finger at you, “helping those fools?”

your jaw tightens, “those fools were keeping you from destroying a planet! i was keeping you from destroying a planet!”

he shakes his head, chuckling bitterly, “no, i wasn’t destroying midgard.” he argues, “i was going to rule them!”

“you weren’t going to rule them!” you’re voice raises, “you were going to be a cruel tyrant.” he’s about to speak but you shake your head, holding a finger up, “we thought you were dead, and this is the absurdity you pull to rise from the dead?”

he purses his lips, “did you mourn me?”

you sigh, “we all did, loki.” you clench your fist, “your brother, your father-”

“thor’s father.” he interrupts, “you know of my true parentage.”

your teeth grit together, and you bring your hands to your head to be able to run your fingers through your hair. “you are unbelievable.” you mumble, “unbelievable!”

“i am loki, of asgard.” you hear him say, and you spin on your heel to see him standing on a rock, looking at a group of women. “and i am burdened with glorious purpose.”

“loki,” you groan, “stop. just stop.”

one of the women speaks in some foreign language that neither of you understand, and loki is about to respond- until you hear the warbling of a portal opening up. your head turns and you see multiple people, clad in armored gear, stepping out. one of them kneels beside the tesseract.

your friend immediately steps towards them, “don’t touch that.” he commands as they all stand defensively, holding some sort of weapon pointed towards him. your eyebrows furrow as you look around in confusion.

another portal opens and a woman steps out, looking around, “appears to be a standard sequence violation.” she observes, lifting a device that resembled a phone and looking at it, “branch is growing at a stable rate and slope. variants identified.”

you tilt your head, “i beg your pardon.”

“on behalf of the time variance authority, i hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline. hands up.” she commands, all of the soldiers around her charging their weapons, “you’re coming with us.”

“i’m sorry, who’s ‘us’?” loki questions her, his eyebrows furrowing.

she pulls out her own weapon, not answering the question. “last chance, variants.”

the god next to you chuckles before sniffling, “it’s been a very long day, and i think i’ve had my fill of idiots in armored suits telling me what to do, so,” the woman is slowly beginning to creep towards the two of you, “if you don’t mind, this is actually your last chance. now, get out of my way.”

instead of moving, like you would assume anyone would do when loki commands to, she pulls back and hits him with the stick she holds. now, it seems like he’s moving in slow motion, and your jaw drops. it was quite entertaining, seeing how his hair floated and his face jiggled from the hit he took.

she holds a collar-like thing to his neck and it wraps around, clicking into place. before you can fight against it, another one of the armored people attaches one to you.

“you are now moving at one-sixteenth speed, but feeling all that pain in real time.” she tells him, and you’re quite amazed by this technology- despite the fact that it was being used on you, as well.

as he falls to the ground, he is dropped out of slow motion and hits the ground in real time, at full force. you can’t help but to laugh, until two of the soldiers grab at your arms. two others lift loki up, and you try to struggle against the people now dragging you towards a portal. “reset the timeline.”

your head is turned as they continue to force your steps, watching as the one remaining soldier places a bomb-like thing on the ground. slowly, a glow washes over the sand, but you’re unable to see what happens as you’re shoved through the portal.

the woman who seemed to be in charge grabs both yours and loki’s arms, and the other soldiers seemed to have disappeared- maybe gone to another place?

it doesn’t matter, as she pushes the two of you along, into a room that looked sort of like the lobby to an office building.

your eyebrows furrow as you ask the question that is on both of your minds, “what is this place?”

you don’t get a response, and another man is being pushed through a door to the side. “my dad is on the board of goldman sachs! one call, and your whole job is privatized.” he threatens. the soldier next to him doesn’t say anything, simply grabbing him and forcing him to move along.

loki, at the other side of the woman, looks at her. without a thought, he quickly runs forward. before he can even get halfway across the room, she presses a button and he phases back to her side.

confused, you look at him before trying the same thing as him. again, before you can get far, you appear back at her side. the two of you look at each other with furrowed eyebrows, silently communicating with each other. at the same time, the two of you run forward.

again, your both teleport back to the woman, and this time you stumble back, falling onto the ground.

she rolls her eyes, grabbing the both of you and moving up to the desk as another man leaves the room. the guy working there seems too happy, as he greets her. “hello, ma’am! uh-”

“log this as evidence.” she places the tesseract on the desk, cutting him off and ignoring the clipboard that he was going to hand her.

as you’re walking away, he grabs the cube, “okay, uh, can you at least tell me what it is?”

“it’s the tesseract.” loki pulls away from the lady slightly, “be very careful with it.”

she walks the two of you to what looks to be the doors to an elevator, pulling a lever down as loki turns to her.

“know this. you cross me, there are deadly consequences.” he points a finger at her.

the doors open and she shakes her head, “we’ll see.”

she shoves him through the doors and you try to follow, “hey!” you raise your voice at her as the doors shut on you, “where is he going?”

she ignores you as she stares at the doors, and you stand there for a few minutes. it feels like a lifetime.

when she decided it was time, the lady opened the doors again and like loki, you are pushed inside, and your breathing goes shallow for a moment as you stare at her through the closing doors.

there’s a tap on your shoulder and you jump, quickly turning on your feet and accidentally bumping into the door. in front of you is a robot with claws. “excuse you!” you nearly shout, and the digital face somehow smirks, holding up what looked like a laser pointer.

“hold very still.” the robotic voice tells you, and your eyes widen as something that definitely seemed like a lazer dematerialized your asgardian clothes.

“what-” you look down at your form, now only wearing your undergarments. your gaze falls back on the robot, which smiles at you. “now why would you-”

before you can finish the sentence, you’re dropped through the floor and into different clothes. ones that look like what a prisoner would wear. you hit the ground, almost falling, but you quickly stand back up, straightening your posture. you jump when you see a man sitting behind a desk, a very large stack of papers in front of him.

he pushes the stack towards you. “please sign to verify this is everything you’ve ever said.” he tells you, and you look at him in confusion.

“i’m sorry, what?” you ask, and a printer eats a piece of paper, spitting it out into his hand. he places it on the top with a pen.

“sign this, too.”

you look at the paper, seeing that it had typed exactly what you said. you scoff, “what is this?”

once again, the printer spits out a piece of paper, and you watch as he places it on top. “and this.”

you bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying anything else, stepping forward and grabbing the pen. you aggressively scribble your name on the line that asks for your signature, and step back, motioning at the papers to show that you did it.

once again, you’re dropped through the floor, and you yelp.

in front of you is a large machine that looks like it would be a metal detector, a short man standing on the other side with a clipboard.

he looks at you, “please confirm that to your knowledge you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do, in fact, possess what many cultures would call a soul.”

you stare at him in confusion for a moment, “pardon? if i am a robotic being?”

“that is what i asked, yes.” he responds in a monotonous tone.

you tilt your head, thinking for a moment, “would i not know if i were a robot?”

he writes something down, “thank you for your confirmation, please step through.”

looking at the machine, you take slow steps towards it. you hesitate to move through it, “what would happen if i did turn out to be a robot?”

he looks at you, dropping the board to his side for a moment, “the machine would melt you from the inside out.”

“well, thanks for sugar coating it.” you breathe out, looking at the doors on the other side.

taking one more deep breath, you step into the machine. a bright light flashes in your eyes and you flinch, watching as a polaroid prints to your side. you see a blue glow. “what’s that?” you ask him as he examines it.

“your temporal aura.” he informs.

“...what’s that?” you repeat the question.

rolling his eyes, he motions to the door, “move along, please.”

the doors open, and you’re met with a room that looks like a long queue, due to the ropes that cut it into a line.

“hey there!” a female voice is projected through the room, and you quickly snap your head to the side, trying to find where it was coming from, “you’re probably saying, ‘this is a mistake. i shouldn’t even be here.’”

a tv cuts on in the room, and the image of a cartoon clock spins onto the screen, saluting. “welcome to the time variance authority. i’m miss minutes, and it’s my job to catch you up before you stand trial for your crimes.”

crimes? what crimes did you commit? you just helped save new york from being destroyed by your friend!

“take a ticket.” you look away from the tv as the clock continues to speak, at a man dressed the same as all of the other soldiers. you look towards the empty queue, and you see your friend staring at the tv in confusion.

you quickly snatch one of the tickets, “loki!”

as you weave your way through the line, his eyes widen slightly, “there you are.” he sighs as you get to his side, “this place is insane.”

there’s a loud thundercrack, and you jump slightly as your gaze falls back on the tv. the visual of a lighting strike is on the screen, over the background of stars in space.

“long ago, there was a vast multiversal war. countless unique timelines battled each other for supremacy, nearly resulting in the destruction of…” lines dance across the screen before crashing into each other, and a mushroom cloud from an explosion shows. “...well, everything.”

three figures take over the screen, floating in the galaxy, “but then, the all-knowing time-keepers emerged, bringing peace by reorganizing the multiverse into a single timeline, the sacred timeline.” one single line, like the rest that had exploded, now floats in front of them, “now, the time-keepers protect and preserve the proper flow of time for everyone and everything.”

the background changes to an orange color with lines breaking it up into boxes, and a group of people shows, walking across a white pathway. “but sometimes, people like you veer off the path the time-keepers created.” a new red line appears, and one of the people stops behind the rest, looking around before following the red path. “we call those variants. maybe you started an uprising, or were just late for work. whatever it was, stepping off your path created a nexus event, which, left unchecked, could branch off into madness, leading to another multiversal war.”

new lines begin to emerge from the path, before they’re spreading like wildfire. a warning comes up on the screen, ‘danger: multiverse’.

“but don’t worry! to make sure that doesn’t happen, the time-keepers created the tva and all its incredible workers. the tva has stepped in to fix your mistake and set time back on its predetermined path.”

the variant, as the clock called him, is dragged off by drawings of people that look much like the soldiers who carried you in, and an identical form of the variant drops back into the line, following with the rest of the group. “now that your actions have left you without a place on the timeline, you must stand trial for your offenses. so sit tight, and we’ll get you in front of a judge in no time. just make sure you have your ticket, and you’ll be seen by the next available attendent.” a logo for the tva takes over the screen. “for all time,”

“always.” more voices join in to finish the motto.

the tv cuts back off and you’re standing there in shock for a moment. “this is absurd.” you whisper to yourself.

loki scoffs, “time-keepers? the sacred timeline? who actually believes this bunkum?” he questions, and you shrug your shoulders.

“ticket, sir?” another guard asks the only other ‘variant’ in the room, and the guy motions to his colleague.

“that guy didn’t give me a ticket.” he accuses, “i asked for one!”

an argument breaks out between the two, “what, you’re raising your voice at me, bucket head?” before he can say anything else, the guard taps the glowing end of his weapon to his body, and he begins to disappear.

your jaw drops, and you quickly check that you’re still holding your ticket. “do you- you got a ticket, right?” you ask your friend as he pats his body down before reaching into his pocket and pulling one out.

“yeah,” he breathes a sigh of relief, “i have it.”

you nod, and the two of you get to the front of the line, where the same guy asks you for your ticket.

both of you hold your tickets up, and the guard looks at you. “him first.”

“what-” you glance to loki as he speaks, “we’re going together. we have to.”

the end of his stick begins to glow again, and you quickly step back, “okay, fine.”

the other god in the room looks back to you, and you smile anxiously, “it’s okay. i’ll be right behind you.” you hold two thumbs up, and he shakes his head.

hesitantly, he holds his ticket out, and the same woman who pushed you into that terrible elevator contraption walks up to grab his arm. “don’t get into any more trouble, please!”

“you know me, y/n.” he looks back as he’s dragged away, through a door. you sigh as it slams shut behind him.

looking at the guard, you clear your throat. “so, tva?” you ask, playing with the sleeve of your jumpsuit, “you believe in it?”

when you don’t get an answer, you take in a deep breath, “okay. no talking from you, either.” you rock back on your feet, looking around the silent room. “are all of you the silent type? the most i’ve gotten is ‘sign this’ and ‘step through’.” you mock the voices of the men you came across before getting here.

when you still get no answer, you nod your head and give up. it feels like an eternity before you see a man in a suit entering the room, swiftly making his way towards the same door loki had been pushed through.

just before touching the knob, he quickly looks back at you. a smile appears on his face, “you.”

his eyes seem to be pointed in your direction, but you turn your head to look behind you to see if anyone else had silently made their way into the room, but no. you slowly look back to him, pointing a finger at yourself, “me?”

“yes. you.” he looks at the guard standing next to you. “i’ll be taking her, thank you.”

the man in armor looks at you expectantly, and you hesitate for a moment. “right, yeah.” you quickly hand him your ticket and quickly make your way to the other man. “and who are you?”

“mobius. it’s nice to meet you, y/n.” your eyebrows furrow, but before you can ask how he knows your name when you haven’t said it, he nods to the door, “you may want to be quiet. wouldn’t want to interrupt the court.”

you look at him in confusion, but follow him into the room. at the front, there is a desk overlooking the room, and standing before it is loki, at a sort of speaking pedestal.

you wish to call out to him, but he seems to be fending for himself as you sit in one of the rows of benches next to mobius.

“you speak of time criminals? it’s they you should be after.” he tells the woman looking down on him, “perhaps you could provide me with a taskforce and resources, and i could return and eliminate them for you.”

“we’re not here to talk about the avengers.” the judge speaks sternly, “what they did was supposed to happen. you escaping was not.”

your friend laughs, and you glance at mobius, who doesn’t pay any mind to you. “right. uh… ‘not supposed to happen’? according to whom?” loki asks her.

the woman is clearly getting annoyed, “the time-keepers?”

“oh, the time-keepers. right.” loki nods his head, “well, perhaps i should speak to these time-keepers, gods to gods.”

the lady smiles tightly, “i’m sorry, but they’re quite busy.”

“oh they are? what are they doing?”

“dictating the proper flow of time.”

you bite your lip as you think over what is happening right now. “i see,” loki says, “and what is it that you do?”

she sighs, “dictate the proper flow of time according to their dictations, how do you plead?” she snaps as she finishes her sentence.

pleading? god, what is this place? “guilty…” your eyebrows furrow as you look up at loki, as he slowly puts his arms out. you roll your eyes. “...of this.” he strains his muscles as he puffs his chest out, and you’re confused when nothing happens.

why wasn’t his magic working?

there is stifled laughter from the workers as he tries again, the judge asking what’s going on as he does it one last time. “he’s trying to use his powers, ma’am.”

“damn it! why won’t it work?” he shouts, banging his hands against the rail of the pedestal.

“magic powers?” the judge seems to be ridiculing him now, “they’re no good in the tva, mr. laufeyson. the court finds you guilty, and i sentence you to be reset.” she bangs her gavel, “next case please!”

your eyes widen as loki asks the question you have, “reset? what does that mean?” guards pull him from the pedestal and you jump up from your seat, mobius grabbing your arm before you can even try to help him.

fighting against the guards, loki shouts at her, “you have no idea what i’m capable of!”

standing, mobius joins into the conversation. “i… i think i might.” the room goes quiet as the few people inside look at him, “have an idea of what he’s capable of.”

the judge tilts her head, “approach the bench.”

the man mutters and “excuse me.” as he moves by you, and you watch as he moves past the pedestal and to the base of the desk, looking up at her.

you quickly move forward, wanting to help loki from the guards’ grasp, but you’re quickly stopped by another one. you groan, instead having to watch as mobius has a quiet conversation with the judge.

he seems to win whatever argument they’re having, and he glances at you and loki.

“and who are you?” loki asks the question you already had before you came into this room.

mobius simply smiles.

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LMAO IM STILL BLAMING YOU my angst brain didnt use to be this active 😂 i was listening to that oldcodex song you reblogged and i imagine. alfonse sings to kiran while theyre chilling together maybe some askr traditional songs idk. fast forward its after kirans gone (dead or back to her world, whatever is okay) and he misses her so he sings that song again but this time alone. and then he cries. damn i think the storys better if kiran dies

i love you c:

 His voice was her favourite melody.  Seconds after silence finally sang its turn, her ecstatic clapping filled the meadow. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “Wow, wow, wow!” she repeated, over and over. Cheeks flushed in faint red from the joy that bloomed within. A pink smile curled wider to see the wild flash of crimson in his dashing face.  To be honest, Alfonse started to briefly regret telling her about his little secret.

 “I-It’s…” Voice broken to embarrassed stutters, he then proceeded to take a deep breath. “It wasn’t that great, Kiran.” Still, the smile he vainly tried to hold back perked up slightly. White teeth nipped the insides of his burning cheek, the prince slowly shook his head at her overly excited denial.  “Nonsense!” Both hands waved up and down, then plopped back to her lap as she looked at him. Her legs stretched forward. Her toes curled cosily. The green grass beneath them felt like a plush carpet. One hand placed onto the ground, Kiran silently wondered if she would fall asleep immediately if she lay down on her back.  Maybe Alfonse could sing another song as her lullaby.  Tempting. Truly tempting. But otherwise a terribly embarrassing request.  “And may I know what you find funny now, Kiran?”  She hadn’t realized laughter had bubbled out of her lips from the idea. Right hand then zoomed to her mouth, fingers delicately pressed against her hot skin. “Oh no—nothing, nothing!”  Alfonse didn’t buy her blatant lie.  A single eyebrow raised in curiosity. A charming grin tickled the corner of his mouth. “It doesn’t seem like a ‘nothing’.”  “It does.” She convinced, though more laughter rang as an act of betrayal to her words. Back straightened slightly, Kiran pursed her lips and quickly changed the topic. “So, do you basically know all the traditional Askarian songs or are there any secret ones that require a soul-searching journey in order to know?”   She always loved listening to his chuckle.  “I know…” Those pretty pink lips were pouted for a while, “some, I suppose. Mother introduced a lot of songs when I and Sharena were little. But in time, there are some songs that I find quite difficult to sing.” One hand placed on his crossed legs, Alfonse brought his right finger up and tapped his chin. “I think it’s mostly because it’s written in ancient text, so to read and memorize it might take some time than usual.”  “Ah,” Her head tipped upwards in understanding. Interest fully shined upon the prince, Kiran bent her legs close to her chest. “If it’s okay with you, can I hear the melody of these old songs, at least?” Her left cheek gently rested on her knees, Kiran flashed a sweet smile. “I mean…” Embarrassment now sizzled her face. Excitement now accelerated her heartbeat. “If…you don’t mind, of course.”  His smile was one of the radiant sun. “Of course I don’t, Kiran.”  Their smiles matched each other perfectly. Their faces continued to burn, yet warmth pooled cosily in the pits of their stomachs.  She loved staring at him. But she could never get used to him staring at her.  “A-Anyways!” Again she quickly changed the topic. “So, tell me about the super old songs!” God, she really needed to fan her face from the sudden heat. “Since you said it’s written in ancient text, does it have another magical powers?”  His reply was immediate, but Kiran didn’t expect it to be in a form of lively laughter.  Deep brown eyes were wide on the prince. Stupor briefly flashed upon the summoner’s face, heat then boiled straight to her head when she realized her question might be the stupidest question she had asked yet.  “That—!” Swiftly he huffed out his laughter into chuckles. Upon realizing that his reaction might have offended her, Alfonse coughed once into his right fist and kept a serious expression in front of her.  It failed, however, when he saw that adorable pout.  “You never know!” Without waiting for his response, Kiran stifled a loud, long groan. “I mean, mages and sorcerers use weird words to form magic, so I just assumed—” More groans replaced her reasoning when she saw that frustratingly cute tremble of his lips. “Oh shut up!” Head dizzying with embarrassment, the summoner then opted to just drop her head to her knees.  She could still hear his laugh.  “I’m sorry, Kiran.” His smile softened. His gaze never torn away from her. “Truly I am.”  God, her heart could melt so easily like this.  Forgiveness was then given in a form of a jutted tongue. More laughter rang from the prince, and soon enough, Kiran couldn’t help herself and joined him in the silly bliss.  “To be honest, I am quite curious, though.” Sitting in front of her, Alfonse momentarily gazed at the blue skies. “Since it is written in ancient texts, I wouldn’t be surprise if the texts share similar traits to those the magic-users use.” Shoulders shrugged once, he then dropped his gaze back at the summoner. “Who knows? Maybe it might possess some magical qualities that we never knew.”  “Yeah.” Her heart raced. “Like a spell to revive someone.”  For a short moment in time, Alfonse felt as if all air had been robbed right out of his lungs.  Shock flickered in a pair of azures. But when he saw her smile beamed so brightly in his vision, that shock simmered down to pure, sheer admiration. “Yes…” His laughter this time was softer, quieter. “Perhaps.”---  He couldn’t hear anything.  Steel was clashing against steel. Sounds of flesh tearing apart and bones breaking into pieces echoed demonically into the bright blue sky. Blood soaked the once green ground. Bodies decorated the area that was once pure from war and death.  His arms were shaking. His breathing grew heavier.  He didn’t let her go.  He didn’t want to let her go. His arms were still trembling, but his grip on her body remained firm and close. Right arm wrapped around her back and hand squeezed her right shoulder, Alfonse pressed his shaking left hand onto her chest.  The blood felt cold. The flesh within felt colder.  K— Dazed horror flashed in a pair of wide azures. K-K— Tears pooled fast and heavy in each socket. Head lowered and bobbed weakly above her, Alfonse trailed his gaze from the gaping wound to her face.  Her eyes were wide. Too wide.  She didn’t move a muscle. Her whole body was still as stone as the only movement that could be registered from her was entirely from him.  She still didn’t move.  Screams and cries still shrilled painfully around him, yet Alfonse begged, prayed desperately for the only sound in his arms.  “Like a spell to revive someone.” His throat then felt as if someone had clamped one hand around it, Alfonse coughed heavily before nausea rolled deep in his stomach.  A song.  His whole body began to shake. His numbed mind forced itself to remember the ancient song that he had secretly learned and memorized in order to surprise her. Torn lips dry and shaky, Alfonse heaved a shaky, uneven breath before weakly lowered his head to hers.  Azure eyes met deep browns.  His voice was weak. Too weak. Too brittle and too faint to make out any words that deemed incomprehensible. But he forced himself. He forced out the words that slurred pathetically against the growingly cold face.  She still didn’t move.  More and more tears dropped, cruelly mixed along with the blood that gushed through the long line on her left cheek. The colour in her iris started to fade, started to be swallowed by the growing shape of her pupils. Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth. Blood caressed his lips as Alfonse weakly sobbed the song close to her mouth.  The sounds around him was agonizing, jarring, deafening.  He didn’t want to hear them. Pl— He didn’t want to hear any of them! –ease—Pl—e…ase—!  Right now, her voice was his desperate wish.END

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today i was voluntold to participate in a COMBAT LIFE SAVER coarse.. in the event of a emergency i am qualified to save someones life... its from 0900- UTC... i go the good news(sarcasm), last night at 2000... I then announced i would draw anything for anyone on just about everything IF they take my place in the class.. ...well not everyone raised their hand at once. salty faced, they asked me why dont i want to go? "because in the morning i talk to my girlfriend... i would rather talk to her then be with more dudes.." didnt make a difference... I sat there for a bit watching wonder years day dreaming until i got up and went to the back.. didnt bother to shower.. i undressed and sent you a text letting you know im in bed, hoping your up to talk or w.e i then check my fb and twitter like theres anything to check or anyone sent me a msg at all.. i just really check to see your thoughts or what your doing. i then nvm it all when i see an update, deep sigh and wait till netflix to load up twilight zone... watch it for a bit, i got it minimized and your msgr up just incase you text me i would see it... i fall asleep. the time was 1040 i dreamt about my grandmother last night.. a sudden wake up to thinking it was 2 am, realizing i was only asleep for a hour.. i move the mouse to turn the screen on, checking if you  texted me yet.. i call, text... w.e we had our argument.. i fall asleep not feeling any better. its 130 in the am.. waking up at 6, move the mouse to see if you texted me... and i just lay there staring at the ceiling, "man i dont want to get out of bed today.." i close my eyes forcin myself to sleep, alot of "what ifs" going through my mind, i cant help but be awake. laying there, okay ****... its 7 now, lets just get out of bed, shower... put on a new uniform and start a healthy day.. be strong, its okay.. she'll text you when she misses you, give her time.. she will miss you; it will be okay.. just get up. i cant help but touch the mouse pad and turn the screen back on.. damnit... why did i do that? i look through your pictures saved, every one of them.. i try to touch myself maybe i just need to have sex, im sexual frustrated... didnt even work. fuck it, fuck this desert. rolling out of bed at 730.. i go shower... i must of been in the shower for an hr i thought, letting the water run... it was only 20 mins.. i shave, brush my teeth, comb my hair and go back to the room.. place the soaps and towel away, rub the mouse pad to check.. then get ready... iv had this one acu uniform which fits me just right, gives me the perfect slim shape; not to baggy.. its pressed and everything is new on it, i was saving it for leave in october when i go home in uniform i looked decent, trying to impress you i guess. im not going home in october, so i say wht the heck.. i need something to boost my moral. i look in the mirror, my eyes look a mess... like iv havnt been getting rest and stress... dark shadowed eyes. real heavy. i brush the hair out my face and go on my way. jesus comes in and says hey you going to chow? lets go, i grab my weapon and go. the walk to the chow i hall, i keep my head down as i walk; just so the same i see the same thing every day, take the same path, walk the same way.. see the same people.. give me id to the same guard, nod my head to him as a thank you for letting me in then walk through the same white double doors. the red tile, theres exactly 75 red tiles from the door to the sink where i wash hands, the same soap, it smells like hash i think to myself.. i smell my hands, smells like i just smoked bud take my plate and tray, i tell the iraqi 3 times for 3 boiled eggs.. i get 3 water melon slices and some yogurt.. jesus grabs the same thing but he replaces the watermelon for an apple. man i wish i grabbed an apple i say to myself before i sit down.. we sit there, and eat..  i just day dream as i eat, quietly just listening to jesus and his friend miguel talk, miguel tells me man from the looks of your plate, thats how you stay so skinny.. he was eating a greasy omelet and hash browns... i just look at his plate and nod and continue to peel off my boiled eggs and remove the dry yolk.. looking around at everyone, 5 tables away, i see a group of officers sitting together, there were 3 females and 4 males... sitting there, stuffing their face and laughing among eachother. i look in discus, i them mutter i fucking hate officers.. i see the females and i just get so much anger, i call them a fucking bitch in my head.. jesus says, hey are you okay? yeah im just tired. jesus states his conversation, man im so sick and tired of hearing about cheating spouses, it seems like thats the fling now and days.. wives cheating on husbands, husbands cheating on wives.. girlfriends fucking this person boyfriends fucking this person.. im tired of that shit, if your going to mess around and play the game then be single why waste someones time? noone is more professional than I, he chants as a joke of the creed we recite... i just stare at his mouth as he talks... then his nose, then his had gestures... what the fuck are you talking about jesus i say in my head. the voice in my head is very calm soft spoken toned voice. i eat the eggs, the yogurt and nvmed the watermelon, it was hard and to cold for my liking, we leave. walk back together, silent. same path, same things to see.... desert. jesus pulls out a red apple and bites it.. i look the apple in his hand, man i wish i got a apple i say again in my head. we get back to the shop... i put my weapon in the rack, the same empty spot on the rack i plce my dirty weapon i care so less about, "im never going to use it" i say out loud to my self... and walk to the back of the office. agnew is sitting there on his ipad, drew is sitting there with a flash light pretending its a gun as he shoots me john is on the computer looking at cars and says hey ese, im sorry i unplugged your ipod from the charger to charge mine.. i just stare at everyone with a blank look like dude, idc about none of yall.. i just nod my head as a morning greeting and back to the front i sit on the floor against the wall waiting to go to this CLS class... jesus is coming with me so it might not be all that bad. its 850 by then, he ask if im ready to go down to the Aid station, i tell him hold on. i need to grab something.. when really i just wanted to see if you wrote me back yet.. saying in my head, your so pathetic eric. running to the back just to see if she wrote you, disappointed.. were suppose to let her text us; my mind is talking but my body keeps on moving in disregards to the commands my mind is speaking out. i rub the mouse pad, nothing yet... damn, let me call... no answer... jesus comes, hey man are you ready?.. umm yeeeah, lets go.. i close the laptop as to signify thats it eric, stay off your laptop all day and leave her alone.. i grab my stuff and go. we get there, we sit.. he asks whats wrong, i say nothing.. he ask how we are doing i say good, he ask have i talked to eric i say yes, last night.. he ask hows he doing i say good.... he shuts up, from the tone of my voice he gets the drift.. i dont feel like talking.. he offers a cigarette, i decline and drink my water. the instructor comes out and takes our names down, theres 5 of us... 2 guys from A co. idk 1 guy named collier from Eco. i went to military school with then me and jesus from HHC co.. the instructor, SGT Anol... says well the class was not suppose to be till tomorrow so just com back tomorrow at 0900 in front of this door.. roger, SGT; walking back jesus says hes going to bed... not telling anyone we got released early... so i do the same.. i dont feel like being at work any way.. walk to the back, open the laptop... touch mouse pad.. i check twitter then fb to see if your awake.. so frustrated, i just activate my old fb, i need to talk to scuba or end or my family i say to myself.. i change my profile picture, click on your profile to see if your up again, sigh> i deactivate it again, pointless.. i dont want to talk to anymore... but her i think to myself. i go on twitter, i wonder who ****** was, so i checked his profile out to see if i knew him.. i notice his name lingers around so i just check. i see some photos.. i do recognize him from school.. he got fat from the face i tell myself.. he's ugly... w.e, brittany wont leave me for this guy.. what ifs then come along.. i just exit out and sit out on the pouch for a bit.. i come back in, sit in the same chair.. touch the mouse pad... still no msg.. i then call, then text you whatever comes to mind, i then start to email you my day, a vent of thoughts and actions of my boring dumb life.. you finally msg me..

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