#my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. )

[unblot]

@makovu​​ :    the answer is given simply. it's a confirmation of what leona knows, likely given because malleus knows leona would know if he was lying. the answer doesn't come with the feeling leona expects. he expects bitterness and sorrow and mistrust, but instead ———

the truth sparks through leona like lightning catching dry grass in the savanna. he lunges for malleus, hands grasping at his collar. "give me one reason not t' turn you to sand right here, you horned bastard," he growls, his ears flattening against his head and his green eyes alight. leona can practically feel the fabric of malleus' shirt breaking away into sand beneath his fingers, the itch of magic beneath his skin and behind his lips whispering that the only reason malleus is still alive now is because his unique magic is kept secure behind an incantation.

hurt coils in his gut and bubbles through his veins. the proximity is not unusual for the two of them nowadays, but this time is different. this time there is no warmth or openness. this time there is only guarded hurt, leona's vulnerabilities as concealed as possible from malleus, and rage.

"maybe i should do it. end this right now." but already the bite is leaving his voice, and the tremble in his hands becomes more palpable. "why?" he asks, quieter now. "did you think it was funny, toying with me like that? because i don't." but you knew that, he doesn't say aloud, letting the accusation shine through in his eyes.

The confrontation is anticipated. In fact some might argue that it was written in the stars from the very beginning, written the moment Leona laid his head down to sleep that first night. That night began the first chapter of their story, page after page sewn into a sturdy spine until both of their heartstrings were too entangled to separate without tearing the whole thing apart. Even now as Leona threatens to tear away from him, Malleus feels his heart unravelling at the seams. Nothing was ever going to make this encounter easy. No amount of time was ever going to prepare him for what lies ahead. 

In contrast to Leona’s vibrant fury, Malleus remains placid & composed. They’re a faded echo of themself, face completely colorless as they let Leona manhandle them. The prince stays stock still, his expression empty save for pale green eyes. Those eyes stay fixed on Leona, betraying Malleus’ true feelings as they meet the other’s enraged glare with a melancholic gaze. 

“  Because you love me.  ”  The answer comes simply & without any sort of mirth or malice. It would be all too easy to use this fact as a means of taunting Leona. Were they both closer to the beginning of their story Malleus would have used anything as leverage without hesitation. Back when all that lied between them was schoolyard rivalry & an endless chess game. 

But now it’s different. Now this answer is given because it is the only answer to give. This answer is given because it’s true & they both know it. Leona loves him & in turn Malleus loves Leona as well. The unconventional & fantastical terms in which they came together does not make the statement any less true. It does not make their love any less real.

That love is palpable in the intensity of Leona’s grasp, in the hurt & betrayal that fails to be completely concealed from his eyes. It lies in Malleus’ stillness, in their willingness to accept defeat without giving so much of a fight. This encounter is a testament of their love, not a display of the absence of it. 

Malleus takes note of Leona’s shaking hands & moves to gingerly take one in his own. He does this knowing full well the possible consequences of it. With their head high, & their heart unafraid Malleus steps further into the lions den knowing the king of beasts intends to slaughter him. 

“  If putting an end to me will repair your broken heart, I will not discourage you. But you ought to know this fate for us was not premeditated. I did not personally weave your dreams into something that would please me.  ”  Tentatively Malleus squeezes Leona’s hand in his, a wordless affirmation of his continuous & true love.  “  The purpose of the enchantment is to create a reality in which its inhabitants are safe & happy. What brings happiness to each individual is not my choice or control. If this version of time led you to me, that is not my doing. You should know better than most that magic has a mind of its own.  ”

Malleus then decides to take a chance, a leap of faith that sends them hurdling deeper inside the belly of the beast. He raises their intertwined hands, pressing a reverent kiss to Leona’s knuckles. Were it not for the sadness still resting in the fae’s eyes, one could believe nothing had changed between them. Without another word, Malleus releases Leona’s hand, effortlessly stepping out of the prince’s steely grip. 

“  I will not think less of you if you choose not to believe me, dearest. I’ve come to understand that trust is a fickle thing for humans. But my feelings for you have always been true, & I hope that at least at one point you were certain that your love for me was real.  ”  So long as he has that, Malleus will accept whatever happens next. He’ll die peacefully if it’s with the knowledge that for a brief moment he was in love & the one he loved cared for him too.

#asks. #makovu #twst spoilers // #interactions: malleus. #verse: canon. #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. ) #sorry i had no way of ending this in a way that isn't open ended asdfgfdsa #i missed them so bad #i think this is the first time in ages im like...really happy with their exchanges #what dreamverse does to a mfer

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Arranged Chapter Five

Description: Y/N is a struggling student in Seoul: working multiple jobs, living in a broom closet apartment, and often sacrificing her dignity for the sake of her livelihood. What happens when a handsome stranger presents her with an offer she cannot refuse at the moment she needs it most?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader

Word Count: 6,392

Tags: Non-Idol!Au, Chaebol!Au, Company!Au, Arranged Marriage!Au

Warnings: Coarse language, although not frequently. Mentions of alcohol in this chapter.

A/N: Wow hey so here’s chapter five! I’m really glad you guys are still into this story, because I’m definitely into writing it! I’m actually posting this just before I go in to work, so I may not be back on here until later (about 5PM PST). But please send me things if you’d like! I’ll respond to them all. Thanks so much for taking the time to read my story, and for the response you guys have had to it. It really means so much to me. As usual, please feel free to message me with feedback, critique, questions, or anything you’d like! I’d really love to talk to you guys. I hope you like the chapter!

–Mercury

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen (END)

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“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!” screamed Hana into my ear, her voice tinny as it came through my cell phone.

“I’m sorry.”

“And am I even invited to the wedding? What the hell?”

“You’re invited.”

“Are you even awake right now?”

“I didn’t sleep much…”

“Y/N…,” she said gently. She’d calmed down considerably as the conversation went on. 

It was Wednesday, and the articles about me and Yoongi were floating around cyberspace at a speed I couldn’t keep up with. Between dodging calls from old classmates from high school and avoiding all of my social media, I hadn’t been very in touch since the articles came out. But Hana had been relentless, calling and texting and even showing up at my apartment while I was out buying groceries, leaving a sticky note on my door promising to come back later and demanding a full explanation.

So when she’d called for the thirty-first time in twenty-four hours I answered. But my mind was so far elsewhere.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t tell you right away. I’ve been…busy,” I said, but even I could hear how flat my voice was.

She sighed. “You didn’t have to go this far, Y/N. You know I would have helped you if you would have asked,” she said softly.

“I know. But I didn’t ask.”

“You could have.”

“I made the right choice,” I said, mostly to myself. If nothing else, I wasn’t burdening my loved ones. The only one who was burdened was…

“Y/N,” said Hana again, gentler this time. 

“Forget it. It’s fine.”

“Well…do you get along with him? Is he nice to you?” she asked.

I felt my face flush as I laid on my couch, staring at the ceiling as the TV droned quietly in the background. “Nice…,” I repeated, mulling it over. “Yes.”

“Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing?” she asked.

After Yoongi had proclaimed his love for me, my heart had done more flips than an Olympic gymnast, and I couldn’t settle it down for the life of me. His dark eyes were focused solely on my mother as she sat across from him, shocked with her lips parted as if to speak but unable to produce the words. I could relate.

I gazed at Yoongi, my face red and hot and my vision going hazy. I tried to find any trace of insincerity in his face, in his voice, in the set of his strong jaw. But either he was a very good actor or I was a very bad judge of expressions because I saw nothing but determination. For the briefest moment, I felt a strange warmness in my stomach, and the urge to take his hand. But I pushed both feelings down as my mother began to blush and sputter a response that I couldn’t really hear.

The rest of the meeting had gone well and after Yoongi’s announcement, my mother seemed to warm up to him. She was of course not thrilled about the date of the wedding, but after speaking with Yoongi for a while, me still too shocked to contribute much, she at least seemed to trust his intentions a little more. Once we’d finished speaking, exchanging hugs on the sidewalk, my mother had hailed herself a taxi to get back to Sillim, and Yoongi had insisted upon walking me to the bus stop even though he could have easily called us both a car. He had taken my instructions of ‘acting normal and approachable’ to heart.

It was at the bus station that he finally released a heavy sigh and raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry about that,” he said.

I blushed and stared up at him, clearing my throat. “What do you mean?” I’d asked.

“For saying what I said back there. About being in love with you,” he said. How odd, I’d thought, that he would apologize for saying he loves me… “It’s fine. I was surprised, but…”

“It was the only way I could think of to get your mom to trust me.”

Suddenly, my body felt ice cold. A hope that I didn’t know I’d been carrying shattered on the floor and I could only nod my head and force a smile. “It was clever of you.”

He’d chuckled at this and offered a shrug. “Clever…,” he repeated. “Well, I just don’t want to put you in a bad situation with your mother. Anything I can do to help.”

Help.

He’d done it to help me.

“Sometimes kindness is cruelty,” I said to Hana with a heavy sigh. “Anyway, I’m gonna go to the convenience store to drop off my name tag and stuff.”

“You quit?” she asked, surprise coloring and lifting her voice.

I nodded. “I did. Yoongi is offering me a job at his company.”

She was quiet. “I…I can’t help but feel weird about this whole thing,” she said.

I chuckled and shook my head. “I think that’s the normal reaction.”

“I…I didn’t really mean it when I tried to get you to marry him. I was joking,” she said. 

Did she feel responsible? “Trust me, Hana, this was my decision. Nobody else.”

She was quiet a moment. “Well…do you like him at least?”

I felt my chest clench and sighed into the receiver. “I gotta go.”

“Wait, Y/N-,”

I didn’t hear the last of her sentence, since I’d ended the call and was already on my feet, padding to my dresser to grab some proper clothes. I hadn’t been lying when I said I had to get to the convenience store.

Jungkook stared at me as I deposited my name tag and t-shirt behind the counter, his eyes following my movements precisely. I hadn’t looked at him since I’d entered the store. There was far too much to explain, and if I gave him any opening, any sign that I wanted to chat, I knew he would begin to ask questions I couldn’t answer. Or at least that was what I thought.

“I…uh, I saw the articles,” he said after more than five minutes in silence, presumably the longest he’d ever stayed quiet.

I finally glanced at him as he stood beside me, still working despite the complete lack of costumers. It was nearly dinnertime, and Jungkook was nearly off the clock. This left the two of us alone, no social buffer to hep us communicate.

Back in the day when we’d first started working together, Jungkook had hardly been able to hold a conversation with me. It seemed that unknown social waters scared the guy.

Neither of us were that great at handling awkward situations.

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh as I ran a hand through my hair, turning to face him directly. “Weird, huh?”

His eyes pierced through me, but with the way I was feeling it was hard to feel intimidated. “You seem weird.”

I chuckled. “Aha,” I said. “I am weird aren’t I? I’m weird.”

“Y/N,” he said, his hand finding the crook of my elbow.

I shook him away. “Forget it. I’m just in a strange place right now. A lot of things don’t make sense to me,” I said, sighing. “No, it’s really just me that doesn’t make sense.”

At this he finally released a laugh. “We can agree on that at least. How about we go out after my shift? Grab some food, drinks maybe?” he asked.

Abysmally, I shook my head. I wanted to wallow alone for a while longer, I wanted to sit in my own melancholy thoughts and wonder why a single untrue phrase made me so sad. “I’m bad company right now, Kook.”

He smiled. “I think you’re fine company.”

“Then you have bad taste.”

“Shut up, you Negative Nancy. Let’s just go and get some lamb skewers. My treat,” he said, offering me his big hand to shake.

I smacked it away, but the longer he badgered the more tempted I became. A warm meal with an old colleague…something about the normalcy of it made me want it badly. The more I pictured it, the better it sounded. It wasn’t that I wanted to spend more time with Jungkook, or that I particularly liked lamb skewers, but a reprieve from my depressing, spiraling thoughts was horribly enticing.

I chewed on my lip for a moment as I pondered his offer before, at long last, I peered up at him through my loose hairs. “You’ll pay?”

“Sweet Caroline~,”

“BUM BUM BUM!”

“The good times never seemed so good~,”

“SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD!”

Jungkook and I responded chorally to the girl onstage, microphone waving in her hand, the call-and-response nature of the song livening up the already rowdy crowd. Jungkook hopped at my side with the beat of that familiar song, his laugh turning to more of a giggle, his eyes disappearing with his smile. I joined him in jumping and before long, the whole crowd of pleasantly full, pleasantly drunk patrons of the skewer-and-karaoke joint was jumping with us. All of our hands swayed in the air, more and more folks finding the stage and, subsequently, being sucked into the crowd. Jungkook and I were pushed close together, me far more inebriated than him, and I stumbled a little on my feet, jostling the man next to me as he chanted with his beer.

Startled, he glanced down at me and, upon turning to see me apologizing profusely, chuckled and patted the top of my head. I jerked away from the motion slightly, knocking into Jungkook’s chest.

“Sorry, babe,” said the drunk man with a laugh.

I shook my head. “It’s fine,” I assured him, angling my body away from him nonetheless.

The gesture was innocuous enough, but somehow the idea of this stranger touching me fondly put me off. Luckily for me, Jungkook seemed to pick up on my discomfort. Unluckily for me, however, the drunk man did not.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked.

I sighed and turned to him once again, resolved to tell him to back off, but Jungkook’s hand was already on my shoulder, giving the man a stern look. “Her name is none of your business. Lay off.”

I appreciated the chivalry, if that was what it was, but I didn’t need someone to take care of me. “C’mon, chaperone, let her have some fun,” teased the man. I could sense no poor intentions from him, just too much beer.

“I’m already having fun, sir. And I’m engaged,” I said with a smile, patting his shoulder like he’d patted my head and leading Jungkook by the elbow back towards our table. Back towards our drinks. 

Even though my mind was present, my body seemed intent on defying me and as I neared my seat across from Jungkook, I collapsed heavily against it and the thing rocked dangerously as if it may tip. I was quick to adjust my balance, but Jungkook’s eyes were serious as he appraised me. For the second time in only a few days I was the drunker of two people, and for the second time in only a few days, I felt like I was in the care of the soberer. He read my expression, his brow heavy, and I shooed his gaze away with my hands, grabbing for my drink. I downed the rest of it before Jungkook could stop me. Unlike the last time, this round of drinking was spurred not by anxiety but by confusion and more than a little disappointment. I reeked of desperation, and so did my movements. Why was I feeling this way anyway? It wasn’t like I liked him.

“Give me your phone,” demanded Jungkook seriously.

I scoffed and held the thing even closer to my body. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, but that guy is still staring at you and you’re not exactly in the right headspace to fend him off.”

“I handled myself pretty well back there.”

“What’s up with you, huh? This isn’t like you at all.”

“How would you know what’s like me and what’s not?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

He leaned forward on his elbows. “Y/N, we’ve worked together for over a year now. You’ve only ever been stable and consistent and reliable. Now, what, you’re marrying some guy you’ve never even mentioned and you’re drinking like you’ve got a death wish?” he asked. His words tumbled from his lips with a cool indifference, but his eyes were stern.

I wanted to defend myself, my decisions, my recent behavior, but he was right. I wasn’t myself. I hadn’t been myself in a while. I’d been scared and stupid. I’d made choices that the old me never would have. Choices that the old me would have scoffed at, would have chastised me for. I’d been making those choices since…since when? 

Since I lost my job at the music store. That was the start of everything, wasn’t it? The pivotal moment when I lost control of my life? My feelings? That was the problem…

“I gotta go,” I said, pushing up to my feet unsteadily, my bag laying sideways on the table before I jerked it up my shoulder and began feeling my way outside in the dark restaurant.

“Wait! Stop it!” he called, scrambling after me. “He’s still looking! Y/N, he’s following you! Jesus Christ,” Jungkook mumbled, finally catching me as I ruffled my hair on the sidewalk. Rather than trying to grab me he simply took up the space by my side, his eyes darting around like a criminal. “Will you at least tell me where you’re going?”

I pulled the sleeve of my light sweater up my arm, but it kept sliding back down to my wrist. I continued to fight with it as I answered in a breath, “I’m going to the music store.”

“The music-what? Why are you going there?” he asked.

I chuckled, the sound dark against the soft light of dusk. “Mhm. That’s where it all went wrong,” I said. “That was the point of no return.”

“You’re making even less sense now.”

“No, this is the most sense I’ve made in days,” I said.

“What are you gonna do when you get there, huh?”

“I’m gonna get my job back. Get my life back,” I said, resolved as I finally got that damn sleeve to sit in the crook of my elbow where I wanted it.

I wheeled around and began down the road. We were still in Gangnam, near enough to Mr. Kim’s instrument store to get there by bus or if desperate, — which I was — by foot. Jungkook cast an uneasy look over his shoulder and groaned.

“Please, please let me call you a cab and get you home safely,” he said. “That guy is right behind us. He’s gonna follow you. Please come to your senses.”

I scoffed. “I can handle myself. I’m gonna get my job back and I’m gonna be reliable and…what did you say? Stable. I’m gonna be that girl again, okay?” I said, placing my hands on his chest and nodding my head vigorously. It was the first time I felt clear since before Yoongi said that stupid thing.

“I-I can’t leave you alone right now, so please just…just listen, okay?” he said, all the while turning over his shoulder to look at the restaurant we’d just left. I followed his eyes to find the very same man who’d patted me, drunk as a skunk and shambling our way.

“I can handle that guy, okay?” I said with a laugh. “Here, hold my things and I’ll tell him to leave us alone.” I handed him my bag, shoving it into his chest as I walked towards the man, my sleeves still perfectly rolled.

“No, no, no, no, no,” said Jungkook, following me closely and wrapping an arm around my waist, turning my body around towards the street, away from the man as he called after me. 

Jungkook settled me at the bus stop only a few feet away, sitting down beside me with a heavy sigh and scrolling through his phone. “So…the music shop,” I said slowly, my voice slurring. God, did I hate how I sounded when I was drunk. Reminded me of Saturday. Reminded me of Yoongi. 

Ugh.

“Yeah, yeah. Just hold on a second,” he said, still furrowing his brow at his phone. “God, why is his contact name Mr. Min?”

“Huh?” I asked. The name caused me to sit straighter and forced my mind to focus. “Why are you talking about him right now?”

“Because I’m calling him,” he said, placing the phone to his ear. It was only then that I realized that the black-and-white plastic case protecting the phone looked awfully familiar…

“No!” I shouted, scrambling over his body to fight for my phone. 

He effortlessly fended me off, dismissing me entirely with only a click of his tongue. “Yes, this is Jeon Jungkook. I’m a friend of your fiancé….Yes, she’s fine. Just a little…intoxicated.”

“No, please, please give me my phone,” I begged quietly, desperate not to be heard by the man who had been stomping loudly through my thoughts for days. 

“Shh,” chided Jungkook, raising a finger to his lips. “I’ll text you the address. We’re waiting at a bus stop….No, it’s no problem. I’ll wait with her….Well, there’s a man watching her. I’m worried he might be trouble if I leave. And she’s…well, she’s probably more drunk than I let on.”

“I’m not drunk! Not even drunk. Look, Kook, look at me!” I called, seizing his attention as I stood to my feet and walked in a straight line along the edge of the sidewalk in front of us, both my arms spread wide. “Look! Field sobriety test!”

“A lot more,” he murmured into the phone before ending the call and typing something furiously.

I glanced over his shoulder, back at the restaurant’s facade, and saw the man from before hooting at me, waving his arms to call me back. He didn’t approach, just continued waving madly like he had something to tell me. In his left hand something shiny caught the light. I pouted, angry with him for ruining my plan, and lifted my own left hand slowly, like I may wave back. He continued to holler at me from across the sidewalk, looking like a drunkard. Silently, I lifted only one choice finger on my left hand. 

The man stopped his movements and gaped at me, pointing at his hand again. Was he trying to give me his number? Trying to talk to me again? It seemed like a dumb way to flirt with someone. And he didn’t approach, his eyes flashing between me and Jungkook. Maybe he’d been more afraid of the strong boy than he’d let on inside, perhaps he’d seen him under the streetlight and noticed the network of muscles tracing his exposed upper arm.

So, finally, he huffed and turned around, returning the greeting I’d given him before disappearing once again inside the restaurant.

“Creep,” I mumbled, looking back at Jungkook and, with a resilient glare, touched my finger to my nose, then the finger on my other hand, and then the first finger again. 

He cracked a smile, unable to look at me, and turned away, laughing into his hands. “Okay, okay. I acknowledge your aptitude for sobriety tests. Just come sit down and wait now, okay?”

I furrowed my brow. “Excuse me, but why do I feel like you’re my babysitter?” I asked.

He cocked a brow. “Aren’t I?”

“No. I’m a fully grown adult.”

“Take your finger off your nose and maybe I’ll take you more seriously,” he said.

Blushing, I pulled my hand down from my face, finger and all. I sighed. I knew I was being unreasonable, but all I wanted was to get to the music store. My realization had felt imperative and urgent. 

Nonetheless, I sat down beside him, a respectable distance away.

A car I’d never seen before eased up to the curb in front of where I sat with Jungkook not fifteen minutes later. And from that beautiful white sports car stepped the person in the world I wanted to see the least. Yoongi shut the driver’s side door and examined me with a sigh as I slumped against the bus stop bench. He neared us and I didn’t straighten up, following his movements with my eyes alone. I still wasn’t sure I was going to go along with him anyway. I still had an errand to run, an errand that would hopefully result in Yoongi and me parting ways forever.

“Decided to have your bachelorette party a few days early, huh?” inquired Yoongi as he approached, crouching down to see me properly. Unfortunately, that meant I could see him properly too, sitting just in front of my bare knees.

He was wearing what looked to be his casual clothes, although even the black button-down he had tucked into the same ripped black jeans from the day before looked immaculately pressed and ironed. His dark eyes examined me not with anger or frustration, but with careful precision. His hair was only slightly askew from the wind.

I used my own hair to cover my face as I slumped even more into the back of the bench, pushing Yoongi away with my knees. “It’s your fault.”

“My fault?” he asked.

I nodded. “You confused me.”

I heard the melodic sound of his chuckle and before I could wonder what he’d found funny he was helping me to my feet and wrapping a strong arm around my waist to keep me upright. Startled, I shook him away and pushed the rest of my hair from my eyes so I could see properly. I dusted off the back of my shorts and cast both Yoongi and Jungkook a glare — respectively.

“I can handle it myself,” I said, crossing my arms.

“Mm,” mumbled Jungkook, scratching his eyelid softly before raising his brows at me. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Now leave me alone. I’m allergic to 6-foot tall man-children,” I said, shoving him away by the arm.

He laughed as he stumbled to the side. “Get a vaccine,” he said with a smirk, deliberately stepping towards me.

I furrowed my brow and glared at him. “Vaccines are to prevent the thing from happening, not for after the thing already happened. How did you even pass biology?” I asked.

“You’re the one who asked for my notes last year!” he exclaimed, pointing at me.

Mortified, I glanced toward Yoongi to see if he’d heard and, of course, he was watching the discourse with a smirk and crossed arms. “I hope you step on something wet while wearing socks when you get home,” I said lowly.

Jungkook’s mouth went slack. “After all I did for you today?”

“Let’s just get you home, huh?” said Yoongi from beside me, gesturing towards his car.

I peered up at him for only a moment before I decided that anywhere was better than being stuck with Jungkook. I followed Yoongi to his car and, before hopping inside through the door Yoongi held open for me, I shot Jungkook a smirk and stuck my tongue out at him. Before he could retaliate, I was inside the car, yanking the door shut. I expected Yoongi to join me quickly, but he stood outside with Jungkook for a few moments chatting. Even though they’d never met, they looked remarkably comfortable together. Maybe I was just too drunk…

“Ready to go home?” asked Yoongi as he took up the driver’s side. 

I scoffed. “I’m not going home. Take me to the instrument store,” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Nope. You’re going home.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me,” I said, watching the lights of the city pass outside my window. “You don’t get to decide where I go or what I do. You don’t get to decide if I speak or not. You don’t get to decide.”

“I’m driving the car. I think I do get to decide,” he said softly.

I rolled my eyes. “Then stop the car and let me out.”

“Y/N…,” he sighed. “Can’t you just cooperate?”

“No.”

He was quiet for a moment, still driving on the highway towards my apartment in Itaewon. We were already out of Gangnam. I figured I could catch the bus once he dropped me off and go to the instrument store alone. If I didn’t get my job back today, then I’d never do it. I’d never be bold enough again.

“The store is closed now,” he said from beside me.

I blinked a few times as shock ran through me. I hadn’t even thought of that. Quietly, I groaned and tilted my head back against the black leather headrest. “Dammit!”

“Why are you so insistent on going there anyway?” he asked.

I shrugged. “No reason.” An embarrassed blush spread across my cheeks.

“I’ve never seen you this determined.”

“You’ve only known me a few weeks.”

“Regardless,” he said.

I sighed and smoothed my hands over my thighs, trying to focus my mind. “I wanted to get my job back.”

“Your…your job? They fired you?” he asked.

“Yeah. After my slip-up with you, I was on thin ice. And then I messed up again,” I said. “He fired me.” 

He took a deep breath. “My fault, huh?”

I nodded. “Yeah, but no. It’s me. All along it’s been me. I should take responsibility.”

“Listen, the job I’ll give you will pay much better than the instrument store, I promise,” he said, his voice soft.

I watched the dying twilight outside, Seoul colored in shades of violet, and shook my head. “It’s not about money.”

“If it’s not money, then…what is it?” he asked.

I felt like there was no way for us to understand each other on this topic.

“Nevermind.”

We arrived at my apartment after a few long minutes in silence, the radio providing a melancholy soundtrack as we drove. I was sobering up slowly, but I could still feel the lightheadedness lulling me. Yoongi seemed content enough just sitting there driving, and I took the moment of quiet to steady my thoughts. Why was I so upset with him anyway? He’d only done something kind for me.

“Well,” I said, rifling through my bag to find my keys.

“I’ll walk you up.”

I shook my head. “I’d rather you didn’t. I’m not…having the best day.”

“All the more reason to walk you up,” he said.

I sighed and, rather than fighting with him, simply shrugged and exited the car, still digging for my apartment keys. I grumbled on the sidewalk for only a moment before he was at my side and I had to stop my search to lead him up the stairs. I was resolved not to let him inside, to say a chaste goodbye at the door and send him home with a slightly drunken wave.

He followed me carefully from behind, walking a good foot behind on the sidewalk, a good step behind on the stairs. It was like he was a bodyguard and I was a movie star. But as we landed on the rooftop, plastered with chipping paint, I was reminded that neither of those things could have been further from the truth. 

“You have the whole roof,” he said with a pleasant smile, taking a look at the city around us.

I blushed and resumed my search for my keys. “Yeah, it’s a penthouse after all.”

“A penthouse?”

“That’s how it was listed on the ad.”

He chuckled. “Huh.”

“Ugh!” I exhaled, turning my bag upside down to see all of its contents splayed out on the ground in front of me. I crouched beside my belongings and squinted at them, finding no key.

“Having some trouble?” he asked.

Trouble…

“That guy!” I shouted, standing to my feet with a groan. I slumped my shoulders as I remembered. He’d been waving his hands furiously, the glint of metal shining in his palm. He’d been trying to give me back my keys. “God, he must have left his things inside,” I thought aloud, trying to figure out why he hadn’t just approached and handed them to me like a normal person.

“What’s going on?” Yoongi asked from my side, staring down at me with worried eyes.

“That guy at the bar. He…my keys…he had them,” I said quietly as I moped.

Yoongi exhaled in a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. I’ll have someone fetch them in the morning. It’s dark. Let’s just go to my place for now,” he said, shaking his head and turning on his heel. 

“Wait!” I shouted as I reached out and grabbed his arm. “Isn’t that a little…,” I hedged, unable to meet his eyes as I blushed.

He chuckled softly. “You’re my fiancé. Why would it be inappropriate for you to come to my apartment?”

“I…,” I started, then glanced over my shoulder at my cold, dark apartment, juxtaposed against the cool, dark night. I released his arm and cleared my throat. “I guess.”

Holly was quick to jump against my shins as I entered Yoongi’s apartment, a real penthouse, and kicked off my shoes in the doorway. Yoongi’s previous somberness melted away and a soft smile spread across his face as he leaned down beside Holly and gave the small dog’s curly head a rub. I walked through the doorway, taking in the impeccable place. It was all white marble, white furniture, white countertops, black blankets, black curtains that had been pushed to the sides of massive windows overlooking the whole city. Like Seoul was on display every night, just for him.

“Feel free to sit down,” he said without looking.

The living room beckoned as Yoongi cooed over Holly and I walked laboriously towards the white sofa. I tossed my bag on the furthest cushion of the couch before I collapsed against it. I curled into the black faux fur of the massive blanket which had been draped across the couch’s broad back. Holly and Yoongi were still playing by the doorway, and I was watching on from the couch in silence, laying on my side, letting the wooziness ease a little. He seemed so different than usual…

“Would you like some tea? Maybe some toast to help sober up?” asked Yoongi, finally taking note of me as I rested on his couch.

I shrugged. “Not really. I just want to sleep.”

He chuckled. “Then sleep.”

“I have a question first.”

His brows raised and he approached me, Holly on his heels. He came to a seat at my feet and I sat up straight, still wrapped up, to look at his face properly. Of course, he was devastatingly handsome. That was something I’d grown used to. But he was also softer at home than he’d been outside.

“Holly…,” I said, watching him as he hopped up onto the couch and into my lap. I smiled as I ran my fingers through his brown curls. “He’s a very important part of your life.”

Yoongi nodded and smiled as Holly curled into me, resting his head on my thigh. “He is.”

“What else is important to you?” I asked.

He thought, really pondered, for a long moment before responding. “Music is important. I suppose…not letting my parents down is important to me as well. Living up to my name.”

“Becoming CEO?” I asked.

He nodded. “My father won’t step down until I’ve proven myself,” he said with a sigh. “He wants me to prove I can commit to something. Hence the…,”

“The marriage.”

“Yes.”

“What else is important to you though? Existentially?” I asked, emboldened by the leftover soju in my veins.

He reached a hand over to my lap to rub Holly’s back fondly. “Existentially…,” he said quietly.

“What makes you feel fulfilled?”

“I wonder,” he said, taking in his breath slowly through his nose and releasing it in a sigh. “How about you, then? Is that an easy question for you to answer?”

I nodded. “I want to be a capable person. I want to take care of myself and my mother. She raised me alone and she taught me that it’s important to sustain yourself. I don’t want to rely on someone else and I want to make my own decisions,” I said.

“I see,” he said, thinking. “Then that’s why you got so upset with me the night of the party. Why you got upset when I drove you home.” He hadn’t posed his words as a question, but rather an objective statement of fact.

“It’s also why I got upset when you said you loved me,” I said, the pieces finally falling together. “I didn’t like that you just…decided to say that and then decide it was a lie. You didn’t give me a choice.”

“I apologize.”

“Don’t,” I said, smoothing Holly’s hair as his eyes drooped shut. Yoongi kept watching his dog, not once raising his gaze to me. “We’re just different, that’s all.”

“I feel like I keep messing up with you.”

“I feel the same.”

Finally he looked over at me and we seemed, for a brief moment, to be on the same page. “How about we start making rules then? For our time together.”

I shrugged. “That may work.”

“Okay. You start.”

“Don’t say something that I might misunderstand. I know to you love and romance aren’t important but they’re very serious to me. Try not to shake me up,” I said. 

“Okay,” he said, then smirked at me. “Don’t go drinking with other guys again,” he said.

I blushed and shook my head wildly. “No! It’s not like that between me and Jungkook. He’s hardly even a guy.”

He laughed. “I don’t mind what kind of relationship you two have. Just don’t endanger our arrangement,” he said.

My heart clenched a little. Of course. It was business between us after all. “Okay. I’ll be more careful,” I said, pursing my lips. “Consult me with decisions so we can make them together. We’re partner and partner, not employee and boss.”

He smiled at me softly before nodding his head. “Fair enough.”

“I suppose we should write these down,” I said, looking over his shoulder at my bag as it slumped against the cushion near his leg. 

I reached over his lap to grab it in search of my cell phone. If I didn’t write down my rules, I’d forget them by the morning. I could become scatterbrained, especially in front of Yoongi, and being slightly inebriated didn’t help. I needed assurance that this conversation had truly happened, and accountability on both ends that we would abide by the rules.

He stiffened as my upper body hovered over his lap and, disturbed by my movements, Holly hopped off my lap and onto the floor, finding his bed near the TV. I continued to squirm my way over to my bag and I could hear Yoongi’s breath hitch in his throat. Was he perhaps nervous around girls?

I glanced up at him and saw nothing but his typical composure, the only sign of discomfort being his hands as they floated above my back while I strained on his lap. Sober, of course, I’d never have been so bold. But suddenly I was glad for the alcohol. Without it I wouldn’t have known I could even remotely affect Yoongi.

I stretched and grabbed for my bag, finally snatching it and sitting up properly, using Yoongi’s knee to prop myself up. Suddenly we were face to face, our noses inches apart, his dark eyes wide and mine matching. I felt the flush on my cheeks, felt it grow hotter and hotter, extending even towards my ears. His eyes scanned my face, his hands now thrown back against the couch like he’d been stopped by a policeman, and I saw the ghost of a blush working beneath his pale skin. I’d never been so close to him before.

I felt that familiar bubbling of wistful sadness in my stomach, the one I’d felt all day since he’d revealed that his confession had been a lie. I thought I’d made sense of it, thought I finally understood it. He’d taken my freedom — my free will, rather — and I’d been tugged along, in the throes and out again, without so much as a choice. That was what was bothering me.

But then why did I feel like a chunk of my heart was out of place?

Something still bothered me and as half of my body was draped across his lap, my arms still using his legs for support to sit upright, I had a sudden and unstoppable urge to figure it out. 

All I had to do was tilt my head just slightly, lean forward the tiniest measure, and I would have my answer.

And so I did, bracing myself against his shoulder as I took in his face up close. Porcelain skin tinged pink at the cheeks, deep-set eyes blown wide staring down at me, full lips parted only slightly to reveal just a hint of white teeth, hair falling against his forehead, wind-swept here and there. I didn’t know when I’d have such a view again.

I leaned forward a little, keeping my eyes on his as his lids grew heavy. I could feel his breath against my lips, could feel a single hand on my hip, having relaxed from its previous position against the couch. I released the black strap of my bag, hearing the thing clatter to the floor, and finally closed the distance. Our lips touched, his soft and gentle against mine. I hardly moved, hardly breathed, as my lips worked against his. He didn’t pull away. It was only a moment, but it felt like eternity. The space around us was hot and charged, and his grip on my hip tightened. I’d wondered before what it may be like to kiss him, but actually doing it was different. So different. My heated cheeks grew redder. 

Because, in the moment before I’d shut my eyes, I could have sworn he leaned in too.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #min yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi #suga #bts reactions #bangtan #bts au #arranged bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts reader insert

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Alone- A fic! TW

Virgil snapped back into reality, only now realizing he had some how passed out. His vision focused, revealing that he was now in a blank, white room with a single door. Immediately, his heart began to pound. Nothing about this was at all comforting. Virgil quickly rifled through his options: Stay exactly where he is now- don't move a single muscle and wait until someone comes in, or go through that door and face whatever is behind it. Before he could finish looking at a plan, something seemed to pull him through the door. It seemed as though his body was frozen. The door swung itself open and Virgil was launched through it,  and dropped to the ground. He lifted his head up, wincing from being thrown by some "mysterious force". In front of him, he saw a man with a yellow, cold, snake eye, surrounded by scales. The man reached out a gloved hand.

"Hello, welcome. I'm sure you know what's going on, yes? Let me introduce myself. I am your worst nightmare."

Virgil helped himself up, not chancing taking the man's hand.

"And what would my worst nightmare be, snake eyes?"

Called Virgil.

The man gestured behind himself, turning to reveal an unconscious Roman.

"I believe this would be it, I'm sure? And Virgil-"

"How do you know my name?"

"I know it all. As I was saying, you'll need to help me if you want him back"

"I get it. You're that deceit guy, yeah? I've heard about you. What are you gonna do to me? Tell me some dumb ass lie? Not working, dude. I'm smarter than that."

Virgil remarked.

Slowly, Roman started to lift off of the floor, his body raising himself as if a puppet, and his eyes opened.

"I'll leave you two alone, figure out what you want."

Deceit waltzed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Roman! Holy shit, what's wrong! What's going on?"

Virgil said, shaking Roman as he hugged him.

"I... Don't know. I was working on a script and suddenly woke up here. I'm scared, Virgil. This guy is going to kill me.

Roman panted.

Virgil was silent, as his brain puzzled around the idea of some strange man killing his... friend.

"So what do I do? I have no clue what he wants from me. I may be this scary dude, but not when hell freezes over would I do anything to hurt anyone. Especially not one of us.

What will happen to Thomas? God, I'm already too overwhelmed."

"Verge, can you trust me? I need you to trust what I'm about to do. Okay? Promise me-"

Roman was cut off by a door flying open, and Deceit reappearing once more.

"Have we come to a decision?"

"Yeah, yeah I've come to a decision! I don't give a fuck about this guy. Just let me go, take him. I don't care. He doesn't mean shit to me."

Roman gazed scornfully back at Virgil.

"Is that so? Virgil seemed relieved to see you alive and well."

Deceit replied.

"And that means anything to me? It's not my problem he chases after people who don't want him. Get rid of him."

"And you're sure Roman?"

Deceit asked.

Virgil stared at him. Roman was a good actor, that's for sure, but was he just throwing Verge off the deep end again? Was he reverting back to his old ways?

"I'm sure. Just let me go."

Virgil sunk into his seat. The invisible strings were released from Roman, and he tidied his hair.

"Later."

He spun out the door and slammed it behind him.

The transparent bonds locked Virgil's wrists into place, making him the new captive.

"Wow, sold out by someone once thought of as a friend. That must.. sting."

Hissed Deceit.

"Look, shut up. What do you want from me?"

Virgil looked truly fearful for once. Never had he been in a situation where he thought he wasn't in control.

"No need for you to do anything. I know how much you've grown to like the group that you belong to. The 'Sanders Sides' is it? Is that your made up club?"

Virgil just sunk deeper into the floor.

"They'll forget all about you. You'll spend the rest of your days remembering how your best friend sold you out, how you belong with evil now- they'll forget you. You were always malicious. From the second you were conjured."

Virgil was writhing in anger. If he wasn't held by the bonds, deceit would be dead.

"Very good. Remember this feeling- how much it hurts. Give it time to sink in. This is your life now."

Deceit laughed as he turned to go out of the room.

Virgil turned himself around and tried to lay down. It wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't sitting. He promised himself that anything deceit could say are lies, and his friends are probably figuring out how to come get him now, but he didn't know that. It seemed impossible to know anything at this point. So he tried to close his eyes and sleep, but sleep never came. Was deceit trying to actually kill him? Was he going to die in here?

Stop, stop, stop. This is stupid, pull yourself together. They're coming.

This phrase repeated over and over again. Every time he heard the words echo, they rang more untrue each time.

It seemed to have been weeks. Virgil couldn't tell what time it was other than to have some food and sleep. The black eyeshadow was almost gone from under his eyes. His hair was messy and greasy. Hope had left. This was life now.

"Hi Virgil. How's it going up here?"

"Fuck off."

"You're in a bad mood."

"In a bad mood? In a bad fucking mood? I've been locked in here for god knows how long, and you have the audacity, the utter fucking nerve, to tell me I'm in a bad fucking mood? Go to hell."

Virgil yelled.

"Isn't this already hell, Virgil?"

Menacing. Deceit was menacing. If the walls weren't solid concrete, the would have been torn to shreds by now. The black nail polish on Virgil's fingers had been peeled off, the purple dye from his hair had been washed back to brown. The hoodie was torn and shoes scuffed. It felt as though Virgil had already become brain dead.

"Hey, snake boy. Shut the fuck up."

A booming voice echoed through the hall. Deceit turned to see the sides. Roman, Patton, and Logan, all equipped with swords just like Roman's.

At first, Virgil thought he had began to hallucinate. The figures he hadn't seen in what seemed like forever were standing straight in front of him.

Roman look toward Virgil, seeing the broken husk of what once was. It burned.

"Oh my god! Virgil, what did he do to you?"

Roman sputtered, pushing past deceit with every bit of force he had, as Logan swiftly twisted deceit's arm behind his back and conjuring the same bond Virgil has been wearing for weeks.

"I did this. I've gone insane Roman."

"No no no, you aren't insane, look."

Roman grabbed Virgil's hand, holding it tightly.

"You have a pulse, you can feel my hand on yours, right?"

Virgil looked down and the hand touching his own

"Yes, oh my god I feel it. You're here! You're here Roman, holy shit. Thank you, thank you!"

Roman felt awful. The bonds slowly started to shatter as he started to lift Virgil.

Virgil jumped into Romans arms, sobbing into his red sash.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

Roman tightly held on to Virgil.

"Virgil! I'm so glad you're safe!"

Squealed Patton.

Virgil, pulling away for just a minute, sprinted to Patton.

"Pat, oh my god. You didn't forget about me?"

Patton looked worriedly at Virgil.

"We would never forget about you, Virgil. You are a valued part of Thomas. And a valued person to us. We are so glad you're alright."

Said Logan, showing more emotion than he has felt in, well, forever.

Virgil pulled everyone into a group hug, and felt safe once again.

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@makovu​ :    if malleus was uncertain if the cute little tsums could glare, surely they are no longer doubting. the leona - looking tsum is glowering in his direction as much as something so round can.

Truthfully Malleus doesn’t even notice the tsum’s presence for a good couple of minutes. So when their gaze does find the round creature, they’re both surprised & intrigued. It’s quite an impressive feat to stare the fae down without so much as a trace of acknowledgement for so long. But Malleus supposes the tsum would have experience being determined & stubborn in the face of dismissal. After all these creatures seem to greatly resemble their larger counterparts both in physical form & demeanor. If the tsum could speak, it would not surprise Malleus if it greeted him with a condescending use of lizard. 

Malleus does not break eye contact with the tsum. In fact the prince goes as far as to crouch down & pick up the creature. They hold it up in the air between their index finger & their thumb, chuckling as they watch it writhe angrily in hopes of escape. 

“  Well you certainly are as brave & ill mannered as Kingscholar, ”  he comments after a brief moment of inspection.  “  But I wonder if you are as capable as he is. It would be a pity if you were to suffer an even swifter defeat from challenging me. I’d hate to put an end to such an adorable creature.  ”  

Ignoring the tsum’s furious glaring, Malleus sets the creature down gently, an endeared smile across his elegant features. “  Run along now. Return to your full sized counterpart before I change my mind.  ” 

#makovu #asks. #interactions: malleus. #verse: canon. #i dont know why this felt pre relationship to me but yeah #malleus vc: kingscholar's a cute little kitty cat but tsum kingscholar is an even cuter kitty cat #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. )

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@makovu​ :     it's some sort of holiday, although it only seems to be celebrating the passage of time — the changing of seasons, the warming of weather. the weather would be changing into the dry season in the savanna. the weather is warming into something equally cool here, although it's far from dry.

there is a large fire, and music, and dancing, and food. there's drink, too, and leona's only had enough to make him feel warm and relaxed. he's never cared to tip beyond that point, especially in a social setting. unusually, he's been dancing. selket — sebek's sister and very notably on his side — had practically pulled him into it with the reason of learning how things work here and demonstrating an interest in this place and these people.

he may be engaged to marry malleus, but he's engaged to the country as well. this is the home he's been willingly swept away into, this land of fae who cast him looks he's not unused to, who speak in a language he understands better than they think even if not perfectly yet, who do not want him here. the number of fae who do want him here are few. the zigvolt family are all good allies, even if it earns them looks of betrayal or judgment or disdain.

and it's to challenge those looks that leona wraps his arms around malleus' shoulders where they're sitting, nuzzling slightly against their cheek. "dance with me??" he asks, his voice a whisper he knows malleus will hear. sometimes people need to be reminded that he isn't a simple intruder in the valley — he's engaged to their future king. he's taken what he wants and will not flee with his tail between his legs.

this is a familiar scene, one malleus has come to know well over the course of his life. the celebration of the vernal equinox is one of the only annual celebrations malleus has any experience with along with halloween, the autumn equinox & the winter solstice. the traditional festivities are fairly routine at this point, a fire lit outdoor banquet complete with music & dancing. the air is often jubilant, though with the simplicity of the affairs it has been fairly easy for malleus to find the occasion mundane after the first hundred celebrations. 

however that is not the case tonight. tonight vibrant colors are painted across the dull grays typically found in this celebration. for the first time it really feels like a celebration of spring & light. warm are reds dusted across the faces of malleus’ people alight with joy & drink & sunny yellows flicker in the firelight & the stars above. but the most eye catching color of all is the lush & wild greens found in leona’s gaze, summertide eyes more vibrant than the most beautiful flowers found in the valley.

with leona here it is not simply a celebration of the arrival of spring, but also the dawn of a new age. briar valley’s days of isolation from the outside world are over. the centuries of solitude & prejudice are no more. with leona they’ve not only begun a new season, but they’ve begun a new era as well. & as malleus watches fondly as selket zigvolt strongarms leona into teaching him a traditional dance, they wonder if the son of the savanna knows how important he is to the future of this nation.

it’s no secret that their betrothal & anticipated union has been met with a great deal of resistance. briar valley is a land of long held tradition & of people stubborn & set in their ways. the elders in positions of power are the worst offenders of this, the royal council not even bothering to hide their disapproval & disdain for malleus’ chosen partner. it’s an undeniable truth that has left both princes feeling disheartened & frustrated. but on nights like tonight it’s easier to pretend they’re more welcome than they are, that most of the eyes on leona are held with affection & joy. it’s even easier to pretend no one else is around, that only leona stands before him, crowned in starlight & gold.

malleus’ smile is warm as leona pulls him in, the briar prince resting a hand over leona’s as the lion asks him to dance. the question strikes an air of familiarity malleus can’t quite place at first. but once they rise from their seat & move to dance with their fiancé the source of the deja vu becomes clear. they may not be in the royal rose garden this time, but their woodland surroundings & the starlight pouring over them is close enough to replicate the effect of their first dance. well -- technically this is their first dance now. that moment before, that moment over a year ago had only been once upon a dream. 

as the pair move across the grass, malleus ponders on that dream, the one that had started it all. at the time he’d decided to think nothing of it, believing that dwelling on the nature of such fantasy would be his undoing. in a way malleus has been correct. leona was his undoing, though not in the way the lion had initially wanted to be. 

they remember fondly the way leona’s dream counterpart had left him enchanted, daring them to do as they’ve never done before. to take a leap of faith. though thinking on it now the real leona has done far more than dare that of malleus & he’s certainly left them more enchanted than a simple dream ever could. 

for a time malleus lived in fantasy, having nothing in the real world valuable enough to want to savor. & while this life with leona had begun in fantasy, their beginnings pale in comparison to what they have founded in reality together. what they have now is not something malleus ever anticipated himself having in either the real world or the dream one. but he is relieved that he has been permitted to have such joy in a realm where it lasts. & when leona closes the distance between them & captures malleus in a kiss, malleus is overjoyed to still be awake when they part. 

#asks. #makovu #interactions: malleus. #verse: post canon. #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. ) #PUNCHES A WALL #LOVE IS REAL #also i had the first dream ask open this whole time writing this to make references to it :') #also no dialogue sorry i felt like this was better without it

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the door to the bedroom creaks as the prince enters the room. were they anyone else, malleus would wince at making such a sound so late at night. as it is he thinks nothing of it. leona’s always been a heavier sleeper than most. assuming he’d gone to sleep in the time malleus had been away. which --  ❛   oh.    ❜   reptilian eyes find leona’s very open ones. malleus blinks, looking momentarily surprised.  ❛   i had expected you would have gone to sleep by now.   ❜  a beat & malleus masks his surprise & embarrassment with a playful smirk. ❛   could it be you wished to await my return, my pet? how sweet.    ❜ 

@makovu​  //  i know we have 400 things but...listen

#makovu #interactions: malleus. #starters. #threads. #verse: canon. #convo about leona's dad inspired me >:3c #mal just got back from having a sneaky visit to see him #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. )

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@savanaclawed​​ :    “do it. i dare you.” for malleus

at first malleus only laughs in response to leona’s words. it’s an arrogant & vaguely cold thing, though not entirely without mirth. he does so enjoy it when leona tries to aggress him. it’s amusing in itself that he thinks he could ever pose a threat to them, like a cat batting at a much larger predator. leona’s lucky malleus has a sense of humor. otherwise they would have moved to humble him a long time ago.  ❛   if you are to challenge me, i cannot very well refuse you, kingscholar.   ❜

there’s a flash of light & malleus is now mere inches away from leona, domineering smile across his pointed features as he moves upon the other. one gloved hand reaches to take the lion’s wrist in an iron grip while the other raises leona’s chin upward.  ❛    bear in mind i don’t intend to go easy on you.    ❜  malleus laughs again & this time the sound is more malicious, their grip steadily tightening around leona’s wrist.  ❛   keep your eyes on me, won’t you? i’d like to watch your gaze fall when i crush that fiery spirit of yours. i do love your honest eyes.    ❜

five word prompts  //  accepting 

#savanaclawed #asks. #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. ) #interactions: malleus. #verse: canon. #me continuing to chase the high of early malleo #dont ask me what they're doing i dont know

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@savanaclawed​ :    "ever thought about getting rid of these??" leona's gaze is focused on the barred window, so restrictive and ugly compared to the wide open windows he's used to at home. not that the valley of thorns seems like a place known for beautiful sunrises and sunsets, but... open air is nice, and any sort of perceived freedom is better than this.

it's his first time in the valley of thorns, and he's beginning to wonder how easy it'll be for him to adapt to life here eventually. grey skies, grey walls, windows that hardly show anything... and it's colder than he'd like. he can feel the depression emanating from the very bones of the nation.

❛    for as long as i’ve lived in this room,    ❜  they reply calmly. malleus’ regal composure does not falter at the statement, does not give away any frustration or loathing. the most that can be said of the words is that they’re spoken rather flatly, like a man resigned to being the loser in a long ended war. this room is & always has been malleus’ sanctuary, his prison, his home. there’s many things he’d have liked to have differently here, but not enough autonomy in his own life to make that change. 

leona’s not like them. leona has not been shackled to his home country as his birthright. nor is he shackled in this country. no, leona can leave this place whenever he’d like, never to return. he’s chosen to be here, he’s placed the chains to this land onto his wrists himself. all in malleus’ name, all in the name of love. malleus won’t overlook that sacrifice. not here & now, not for as long as they live. & they won’t ask leona to like it here or to accept these poor conditions. they only wish he’ll stay in spite of them.

❛    why don’t we leave this place?    ❜  this land may be dark & dreary but the valley is not without its beauty as well. such beauty can hardly be enjoyed from this stone tower. ❛   you enjoyed resting in the campus greenhouse, did you not? i know of a better spot to retire to for the time being.    ❜  he’s taking leona’s hand now, intent on fast traveling before leona can make some statement about not caring about the room. malleus doesn’t know if leona would care or not, but they care. they care & coming back to this place after so long is stifling to say the least.

they appear under a large grouping of stone pillars in the midst of a flourishing rose garden. as open & freeing as it appears, very few have access to this place. ever since he was a child this would be malleus’ place to spend quality time alone with his grandmother. & to this day only the two of them & the royal gardeners are permitted here. they’re not even sure if lilia is able to enter unaccompanied. the two of them should be able to rest peacefully here. 

even as they make their landing malleus does not release leona’s hand. he merely loosens his grip on him into a more affectionate hold rather than holding onto the lion to keep him from straying.  ❛    do you recognize this place?    ❜  it’s been a long time since he’s been here in person. but malleus wonders if leona will find anything familiar. or has he completely forgotten the garden they had had their dream encounter in over a year ago.

#savanaclawed #asks. #verse: post canon. #interactions: malleus. #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. ) #i meant to keep this short to open up for a thread but my goddamn writing hands *clenches fist*

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@makovu​ :    leona's gift to malleus isn't nicely wrapped; it's in a simple bag without any tissue in it. wrapping it at all seemed pointless, but he had a bag lying around and, well... sure. wrapping gifts is the done thing. "here," he says as he holds the bag out to malleus, alone with them in their room. he'd skipped out on the birthday festivities, but he did make the effort to come visit malleus. and for his troubles, he steals a kiss as he hands he gift over. "happy birthday, you old fae bastard," he mumbles against malleus' lips before drawing back to find a spot on the bed.

inside the bag is a book, old but not ancient, and well - worn from being paged through. "i know the books you have access to back home are lacking, and you goin' through the ones in my room didn't go unnoticed." this is one from his room — the one malleus had picked up at some point and wouldn't have had the time to read all of. he'd had shani send it, not having thought to grab it when he was home for winter break.

despite being an active seeker of parties & merriment, malleus does not linger long at the parties specifically held for him. which isn’t to say he didn’t enjoy the festivities. the celebrations at night raven college are the best birthdays he’s ever had. malleus had never quite understood why humans are so keen to celebrate the passing of time when their time is so short. but now he thinks he’s starting to understand. 

when leona enters their room, malleus has changed out of their birthday attire, their dark hair slightly damp from the shower they’d just taken. it had been excuse to retire early of course. anyone who had any real grasp of the fae’s power knew malleus need not shower to clear his face of the pie riddle had hurled at him. but for the average human this is a perfectly plausible excuse & malleus had easily been able to depart from the party. now the prince may unwind in the comfort of his own room, in the company of his dearest.

the smile malleus wears as leona kisses him melts into a warm chuckle at the greeting. leona’s silver tongue has never been quite sharp enough to sting malleus. even in the early days when leona had not meant to malleus the way he does now this was the case. but now they revel in it even more, knowing there is sweetness to inevitably follow. the taste of copper in one’s mouth can do so much when paired with honey after all.

❛    to think you would be so kind to present me with a gift.    ❜  there’s a teasing lilt in malleus’ words, but the statement is not without sincerity either. they’re well aware leona isn’t the sentimental type. & despite the undoubtably sentiment filled relationship the pair of them have found themselves in, malleus hadn’t anticipated leona to go as far as to bestow a gift on them. the prince is admittedly touched by the gesture, even if it comes in blatantly lazy packaging. 

before he opens his gift, malleus moves to sit beside leona on the bed. fondness glimmers behind his mirth filled eyes. they come to realize what the gift is before it’s even been lifted from out of the bag, recognizing the worn book cover by touch immediately. malleus, after all had held this very book a handful of times not too long ago. they remember the intricate pattern etched into the book’s fabric cover. while it certainly was a pretty book it was one of many. therefore it had not been the first thing that had caught malleus’ eye within leona’s childhood bedroom. however the contents it had been the one thing that had captivated his attention the longest. 

their expression softens as they place the large book in their lap, hand tracing over the cover admiringly. the cover is a steely blue with gold adornments etched upon it. in the same color gold the title, modern magical progress of the twentieth century, is written across the top. when malleus at last opens the book, it opens to a page where someone had left a slip of loose notebook paper between the pages. during his weekend in the sunset savanna malleus had taken the time to look over this piece of paper as well. but all the same a smile stretches across the prince’s face at the sight of the familiar notes. 

the notes are written in leona’s hand, but the paper & ink itself is much too worn to be anything the other would have written recently. no these notes had to be several years old. though that could be concluded by the more immature phrasing in the writing itself. malleus wonders how old leona was when he wrote these. perhaps now that he’s here with them, they ought to ask. 

malleus closes the book, eyes drifting over to leona as he draws in to steal a kiss from the other.  ❛   thank you for this gift, dearest.    ❜  the statement is warm & sincere, the prince speaking without the pretense of teasing. ❛    i had the intention of purchasing this particular encyclopedia for myself. but i haven’t quite grasped how to shop through the internet yet.  ❜  this is wholeheartedly true. however he’d much rather have this particular worn copy than any pristine new one. 

as a future king the best money can buy has always been at his disposal. if malleus were ever to receive gifts in his youth they were always the most lavish & the most expensive. but there is a special personal touch to both this gift & the gift he’d received from rosehearts’ earlier today. both of them have given malleus something he would not be able to buy anywhere else. & that makes all the difference. 

therefore malleus intends to cherish this gift along with the others, from the simple paper bag to the slip of childhood notes, to everything in-between. but more than that malleus intends to cherish the person in particular who had given the gift to them. perhaps this gesture didn’t require a lot of time or effort. but malleus isn’t particularly someone who needs either of those things to be sated.

the fact alone that leona remembered malleus’ fascination with this particular book says more than anything else likely could. & they're long past the days where malleus would doubt leona's love for him. he knows. & hopefully when malleus lowers his head to rest on the other’s shoulder as he reads, leona knows that love is reciprocated.

#asks. #makovu #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. ) #interactions: malleus. #verse: canon. #i dont really like this but its FINE #i kept going back and forth what i wanted the book to be but i settled on this one...nerd #just know he's gonna tease leona about the notes later #i like to think he didnt realize they were still there but SHANI knew #long post

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@savanaclawed​ :    feelings haven't taken root yet — at least neither of them realizes they have. it's a time of nothing but physicality, of sharp words and sharper teeth, of a nameless something they refuse to address in any meaningful way. there's an exhilarating joy in it for leona, in knowing he's wanted when malleus approaches him like this. he leans closer into their space, his tongue trailing deliberately over his sharp upper teeth as he grins something lazy and languid. "you gonna use your words, malleus??" he asks, and his tone's just as shit - eating as his smile. "'m gonna need a good reason to skip out on this nap i've been lookin' forward to for a while."

he can think of a few reasons etched in the bites and bruises in various stages of healing across his skin; he's sure malleus can see some uncovered and peeking out from the untidy collar of his shirt. he can think of a few more still fresh on his thighs. he knows malleus is likely constantly thinking of a few more he left them. his eyes linger a moment longer on malleus' before dropping very deliberately and very briefly to his lips and flicking back up into an unflinching gaze. leona leans even closer still, his already low voice dropping even lower as he speaks again. "and i'm really looking forward to this nap."

for a man who has never struggled to verbalize his own thoughts, malleus is strangely quiet even after leona purposefully baits him. instead the fae takes a moment to observe the other’s movements toward them. as always leona carries himself with confidence, doing everything to assert his dominance over malleus. the lion moves up them with the slowness of a predator cornering its next target. though despite malleus’ stillness in this moment, he doesn’t particularly feel much like prey. he’s a predator as well, larger & more powerful than leona could ever be. they both know that. this isn’t a hunt. this is a dance. 

as leona breaks away from malleus’ gaze to glance at their lips, malleus’ gaze drops as well. the prince’s eyes instead land on the familiar bruises across leona’s neck. however malleus’ gaze notably lingers much longer, reminiscing in great detail of every moment attached to the marks. an outsider would likely assume they’d been intimate a great number of times just by the bruises visible on leona’s neck & chest. the reality is that it’s been a small handful at most. malleus is simply overzealous. they both are.

the fae raises his eyes to leona’s just as the lion draws even closer towards them. if malleus didn’t know better, they’d think it was leona who’d initially approached them. but before the other can make another step toward him, malleus moves to take the initiative. gloved hands move upon leona, one finding the lion’s chest & the other finding his face. malleus’ thumb rests over leona’s lips now, both as a means of silencing him & to remind him of what’s to come. ❛   you & i both know there’s something else you’d rather have than a nap right now.    ❜  

malleus’ voice is velvety & low now, his breath hot & smokey on leona’s skin. there’s a beat & the prince moves their thumb away from leona’s mouth to allow themself a clear opening. but before malleus can make the final move, he speaks again, his words an even lower whisper as he breathes them inches from leona’s lips.   ❛    there’s no need to pretend otherwise, kingscholar. your eyes always give you away.     ❜  a chuckle & malleus closes the distance between them, sharp teeth bared as the prince smirks into the embrace. it would seem this is a hunt after all. but as malleus had anticipated it’s not them who’s the prey. 

#asks. #interactions: malleus. #verse: canon. #savanaclawed #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. ) #suggestive // #this couldve been longer but i wanted to get it out before you sleep <3 #god can they get a room

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@savanaclawed​ :    leona's a little irritated, and the way his tail lifts and falls onto the bed with audible thumps more rapid than its usual lazy, content signs is clue enough. he's trying to nap, and malleus is playing with that little toy of his and all its beeping. every beep makes leona's ears twitch, instinctively angled towards the source of the sound as they are.

eyes still closed, he lifts his tail again... and this time baps malleus in the face with the tuft at the end.

leona’s irritation is not lost on him. in fact malleus has picked up on it long before the lion swings his tail into his face. the fae had just been content to ignore it, regarding the rapid swishes of leona’s tail with little more than fond amusement as he continues to care for his dragon-kun. & that amusement does not fade even after his lover makes a more blatant sign of irritation in his direction. 

malleus snorts as the tuft of leona’s tail collides with his face, the fae’s attention finally successfully pulled away from his tamagotchi. before leona can withdraw his tail back to his side, malleus swiftly grabs it in one hand. his grip is tight & strong but not in a way that would indicate any sign of genuine aggression, which malleus makes clear as he laughs again. 

❛    now, now, my pet,    ❜  he chuckles, his voice velvety & low as he brings his other hand to lazily stroke the length of leona’s tail.  ❛    there’s no need to be jealous. you may be more high maintenance than my dragon-kun, but you still are my favorite creature to care for.   ❜  with his last words malleus gives a light tug of leona’s tail, a playful smirk on his face. 

the tamagotchi beeps again & this time the prince moves to turn it off before setting it on his bedside table. he then moves to pull leona closer to him by the waist, one hand still holding onto the lion’s tail as a strong arm grabs him by the waist. ❛   besides, there are better ways to get my attention, kitten.   ❜  malleus lets out a low chuckle, eyes closing as he lowers his face to rest in the crook of leona’s shoulder. he’s not particularly tired & has never been one to nap. but he does enjoy the warmth that envelops him when resting beside leona like this. so if that’s what leona wants, malleus will be content to lay like this with him...at least for a little while.

#asks. #savanaclawed #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. ) #interactions: malleus. #malleus 100% knows leona's not trying to get him to cuddle he just wants to be annoying godbless #also i tried not to make this suggestive and it still feels like its toeing the line help me

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@savanaclawed​ :    despite everything — or maybe because of everything — the dragon falls. it's necessary, but still frightening; his overblot filled the situation with a sense of urgency, and now that he's been felled it can all escape like an exhaled sigh ———

except it doesn't, adrenaline still coursing through the lion as he takes off at a sprint. "malleus!!" leona calls, and he practically slides to a stop as he drops down beside his unconscious form. no longer the dragon, large and magnificent — he's once against the man, powerful and grand and beautiful. "oi, lizard. snap the fuck out of it." his voice is quieter now, but the words are backed by that still-present urgency. the others haven't caught up to him yet.

"we both know it'll take more than that t' down a stubborn bastard like you." // no idea what this is but it popped into my head so

at the heart of it all malleus is still a child, a very old, very tall child. his heart is so fragile even after the layers of stone he’s incased it in. as hard & heavy as it is, stone still breaks. & with that fracture does malleus’ heart shatter as well. he never learns, does he? malleus has so ardently tried to grow up that he’s never quite taken the time to consider what makes a man a man & what makes a child only a bigger child. 

he likes to think maybe this time he’s fallen far enough to learn from his mistakes. fall is even putting it lightly. malleus crumples to the ground now, not a dragon, not a king, just a boy. he’s a boy who’s bruised in more ways than once. he’s just a boy lying limply in the arms of the man he loves. no -- the boy he loves. 

leona is so like him in that way isn’t he? fractured fragile hearts incased in stone. they’re meant to be grown up now, they were asked to be grown far sooner than any child should be asked. such is the weight of the crown. such is the weight of both their hearts. how funny that their hearts should find each other like this. to find love like this. how funny that it would be leona here with him now.

the dragon is always meant to fall. that’s how the story has always gone. the prince slays the dragon & saves the fallen princess from her perilous fate. but what does that mean for them? is malleus the dragon or the princess? is he the beauty or the beast? what does leona see? in the past malleus would have a clear answer in mind. but now? now that leona has seen him at his worst, seen the horror that is the magnitude of his power, malleus isn’t so sure. & so the prince lies unconscious in his lover’s arms. & so the fallen dragon lies at the feet of his vanquisher. 

but this tale does not end like the tales of old. the slumbering prince does not wake with a kiss. the hero does not carry him away to be married on a noble steed. the prince is not charming & courageous. the prince is scared. he’s never been afraid of anything & he’s never had to be. if his lover were awake perhaps he’d tease him for it. they could all have good laugh of it. maybe if this was a story with a happier ending. 

but leona’s right. malleus does not die here. this story is a grim one & without the whimsy & wonder of the legends of old. but it is a tale with a happy ending or at least a bittersweet one. there is no kiss of true love to wake the prince from his eternal rest. but just like the original sleeping princess he does smile as he regains consciousness, eyes still shut as he moves to take leona’s hand in his. ❛    now, now dearest. now is not the time to sweet talk me so.    ❜

malleus opens his eyes just in time to be wrapped in leona’s embrace, the other closing in on him as he wraps his arms around him in relief. malleus can feel the lion tremble slightly, holding onto him for dear life. it’s a sweet moment, so sweet that not even leona’s “fuck you,” is enough to ruin it. though the pain that wracks malleus’ body does come close. his chest caves in & malleus begins to cough, bile, blood & ink threatening to rise from his throat. something tells him this time is different. it’ll be harder to bounce back from this. & it’s probably going to get worse before it gets better. 

but malleus will be alright. he may not be the hero of this story but this is not where his story ends either. he is not like the witch of thorns. he knows better than to underestimate the power of love. even love that comes from such an disagreeable & ill tempered man like leona. it’s that love malleus sees as in summertide eyes when they break apart. it’s love that will carry malleus through this, not his power, not his status, his love. & what a love it is. this love is one meant for fairytales & legends. particularly when leona lifts him into his arms & carries him away. not into the sunset, not to a castle, but to a infirmary bed where he may rest peacefully. it’s not a perfect fairytale & neither of them are particularly charming princes. but it’s their tale. & if malleus may say so himself, it’s a rather good one at that. 

#asks. #savanaclawed #interactions: malleus. #vomit // #injury // #blood // #hiiiiii #putting an icon didn't feel right so there's none #ALSO LEONA MAY BE OOC but i couldnt resist a tiny tangled reference #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. )

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@savanaclawed​​ :    they're in leona's room, but not for long; dinner is soon, so this is simply a momentary reprieve to refresh since they left nearly immediately after classes ended for the day. leona has changed into something more comfortable than his school uniform, the fabric light and breathable.

he's waiting patiently for malleus to finish changing ( or at least he appears patient ), and as soon as they have he's crossing the room to close the distance between them and wrap his arms around malleus. his ears are pressed closer to his head than usual, his face burying into the curve of malleus' neck. he doesn't say anything, taking the moment to simply breathe in malleus' scent. his tail coils lightly around their thigh.

despite the entirety of malleus’ packed attire being black, they take their time preparing for dinner. perhaps for leona this is a simple trip home with mild prying from his family, but for malleus this is a serious matter. this is his first time engaging with the ruler of another nation. ideally this meeting would have been formally arranged & not spur of the moment like this has been done. but he couldn’t very well leave leona to handle these matters alone, not when he’s just as much responsible for the recent public scandal as leona is. if lilia were here he’d advise them to do all they can to smooth over relations between themself & leona’s family, especially considering they’re the first member of the draconia family to socialize with fellow monarchs in several centuries. 

though when he’d initially stepped foot in the foreign palace, it became clear that a good amount of malleus’ worries over the situation were for naught. he’d always been advised to behave cordially when the time came for him to meet the rulers of the neighboring kingdoms. but the way king farena & his young family behave is unlike anything malleus had been prepared for. the kingscholars are warm & jovial, greeting malleus just as enthusiastically as they’d greeted leona. the young prince cheka had even gone as far as to hug them. the exchange is startling, but far from unpleasant. 

however it’s easy to tell immediately that the greeting effects leona greatly different than how it effects malleus. where they take comfort in the warmth bestowed, leona finds it overbearing, where they enjoy the friendly conversation, he finds small talk a bore. & when leona’s precocious nephew had loudly referred to malleus as leona’s wife, he’d found the situation far less endearing than malleus had. 

malleus won’t pretend to wholly understand leona’s grievances, but he will still offer comfort when it’s desired. so when the lion moves to wordlessly coil himself around them, malleus is there to return the embrace. his expression is softer now, lowering his head to press a kiss to leona’s crown. ❛    would you like to take a few more moments to settle in before we return, dearest?   ❜  the question is sincerely spoken, malleus raising a hand to comb through leona’s hair.  ❛   we very well cannot skip dinner tonight, but i’m sure we could stall if need be? perhaps you could inform someone that your wife insists on resting before attending to dinner?    ❜

a bit of mirth slips into malleus words as he refers to himself as leona’s wife. perhaps leona hadn’t found the exchange funny, but they still intend to joke about it for the foreseeable future. besides there’s something...charming about the term. admittedly they quite like it being used for them. though they don’t intend to tell a single soul let alone leona that they feel this way. 

leona’s ears flatten further on his head following the comment, the lion moving to swat at malleus’ leg with his tail irritably. the fae merely chuckles in response, pulling the other closer in a tight embrace. it’s hard to tell at this angle whether leona’s genuinely irritated at malleus, but he doesn’t attempt to break away from him. for his sake they’ll hope he doesn’t mind the jokes. malleus has a lot more where that came from whether leona likes it or not.

#savanaclawed #asks. #interactions: malleus. #verse: canon. #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. ) #wehhhh domesticity #you didnt ask for political introspection but you're getting it #also malleus with a case of the genders

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@savanaclawed​ :    malleus has been avoiding him again, and that's been pissing leona off. at first it was fine — at first leona just accepted it, trying to harden his heart around the pain of perceived rejection. but it's been over a week now and those fragile walls have crumbled. so now he's gotten merry's help to sneak into diasomnia undetected and yes, he scaled the side of the damn thing. the dramatics of this decision are, unfortunately, for the most part undetected because malleus isn't in their room when he climbs through the window, but that's fine. it's less embarrassing that way, and the only reason he snuck in anyway is so none of the fae bastards could smell him in the hallway or whatever.

so leona's in malleus' room when the fae prince arrives, and leona sits up from where he's lounging across the chaise. "y'know, i thought we were done with this avoidin' each other shit," he says in place of a greeting as he stands up, so malleus can know what he's here for before he storms out or disappears.

when malleus opens the door to see the sight before him, he almost wonders if he’s unknowingly stepped into another dream. because yes, even in the week & a half they’ve been apart the dreams have continued. they’ve grown more frequent in fact, tormenting malleus’ nights as his thoughts continue to torment his days. & the weariness is clear on the prince’s face is evident as they face leona now, dark shadows lining their sharp eyes. malleus has never looked worse nor has he felt it either.

he’s too tired to question why leona’s here. clearly the man is frustrated & irritated enough to go out of his way to seek malleus out. & the energy it would take to force him out without what he wants is not something malleus has at present. so the fae resigns to him, sighing as he begins to put his school things away. all the while they refuse to meet leona’s eyes, pointedly ignoring the tightening of their chest as they place their school jacket in their wardrobe. 

❛    i’ve been busy.    ❜  it’s not exactly a lie. as the dorm head of diasomnia & the crown prince of the valley of thorns, malleus is often busy. however that is not the reason he’s been absent these last few days & they both know it. ❛   i’m sorry, i was unaware we’d had plans to meet.    ❜  this one is the lie. malleus knows they never make plans. the pair of them simply seek each other out at random intervals whenever their heart so desire. for malleus that desire has not changed in fact quite the opposite. however as of late they’ve taken to chaining their heart up with iron chains in a desperate attempt to keep it whole. yet now he can feel it howling in an effort to break free. 

& it only grows worse as malleus at last dares to face leona, no longer able to pretend to do busywork as he stands without his jacket, gloves & tie. the prince’s expression is blank save for the dull ache of weariness in his reptilian eyes. it’s different than it was before. there’s no coldness or hostility nor is there the warmth he’d often greeted leona with. there’s hardly anything at all. & when malleus speaks his voice is soft, tone impassive & polite as he faces the other.   ❛    was there something you needed of me?    ❜  

#asks. #interactions: malleus. #verse: canon. #savanaclawed #my visions are untrue. for i know you & i’ll know what you’ll do. you’ll shatter my heart & tear me apart from the seams. ( savanaclawed. ) #it may b bc i am very tired but i wanted to make malleus more... #unpolished. like he's been obviously going through it in the time apart #this is a lil long for a thread start so dont feel pressured to match ^_^