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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 7 months

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Comte Drama CD Translations, Track Seven: "To You Who Are So Lovely" - Ending

I'm not a professional yada yada yada, these are just my rough transcriptions of each track in the CD because I need fodder for my simping.

This one reads a bit like a love letter left for MC, it's another sweet one:

…Indeed, the sand in the hourglass has fallen. It appears my day with you is over. (I'M DISTRAUGHT TOO DW BEAUTIFUL) In this way, every moment trickles into another ceaselessly…yes, forever. Even now as I say it, the word “forever” drives a painful wedge in my heart. I often wonder at the essence, the weight that word carries--so often spoken with admiration and yearning by humankind.

I think this is the first time in my life I ever went "philosopher (affectionate)" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I could listen to him all day [contented sigh]

I know very well…just how heartbreaking it is. I was shaken by that never-ending, pathless darkness…until you gave me the hope of “now.” A vampire who lives forever, and a woman who lives a finite life, hoping for a better tomorrow. I’m not sure what will become of my love for you that sprouted at the boundary between “forever” and “now.” …But I promise you this. I will never let you go. When I give you eternal love… Let’s spend that time together.

Man the way I act up when I hear fictional man say "I will never let you go" [INSERT LOUD BARKING] it's a promise, Abel 🥺💜

It may turn out to be a bumpy road…but, don’t worry. We’ll take every step of the way hand-in-hand. When I get lost…you’re so kind and strong It makes me sure that if we do ever get lost, we’ll worry about it together, and find answers together. Like a waltz, let’s take each other’s hands…and live together.

Okay all my usual court jester energy aside, I really am so fond of this motif throughout his stories. This idea that being in a relationship is about being there for each other, about promising the other will never be alone. I guess they really just embody what marriage is at its best, for me? Like not necessarily that there's only one way to be married, but that it should be about helping each other and caring about each other? Building a life and sharing that happiness, an enduring love that grows the more two people are together.

Holding hands and dancing, I'm so...

And one day, I’m sure I will… …I’m sure that I’ll turn you into a vampire. At that time, let’s live together forever. From the moment I met you that day, in Paris of the 21st century…it felt like the frozen hands on the clock of my life began to move. I was determined that I would never fall in love with a human again. I was moved by your pure and single-minded thoughts, and I wanted your love. A year later, ten years later, one hundred years of accumulating this “now” I’ve received from you… In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me. I found you in eternity…I love you, and I will dedicate my pureblood life to your fate--

If y'all need me I will be wasting away, ty--

"In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me." I WANT THAT TOO, GORGEOUS

Man the way my brain is just so: the only kind of man I want is one that can go "I wanted your love 🥺👉👈" and "I wanted her blood to run down my mouth." AT THE SAME TIME

It's about the multi-faceted yearning 🤌🏼

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp mc #he is the sweetest????? wtf #i swear if i saw a letter like this left for me i would probably actually die of cuteness #the way he's just so '🥺👉👈tg?'#and im just resisting every urge to TACKLE him like 'YES OF COURSE TG FOREVER'#aight but fr comte and mc are def that couple that exchanges love letters unironically #not like every day but once in a while when they're Really Feeling It #am i mushy and ridiculous? probably #but i am cringe and i am free #i cant hear you over the sound of me clutching comte's letter to my chest like some kind of Austen protagonist #okay but why do i see leo being nosy just to get a rise out of him and rooting through comte's drawers #and nearly finds them #but comte grabs him by the scruff of the neck and throws him out #no cigarillos for our boy for a week bad kitty (poor leonardo)#the letters were subsequently concealed in an ornate box he hid in [location censored]#brain: hol'up. no he'd leave all the mushy letters out just to fk with leo but the raunchy ones are def going in the special box #me: my god...psychological warfare...#comte: emotional vulnerability gives him hives; it's equivalent to watching a person with lactose intolerance eat ice cream on purpose #me: KJHLGHJFDSJHFJADHLGDHFJKSGLHJK #honestly idc what mc says watching these two squabble is legit the best full time job out there #comte propaganda #fangdad propaganda #baguettosaurus

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alyjojo · 1 year

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The Person On Your Mind in February ❤️‍🔥 2023 - Libra

Whole of their energy towards Libra: King of Swords

This has to be someone you work with, which would mean some kinda drama is going down at work. This could be a partner or someone you get on well with, there’s a lot of Aquarius/Leo energy here so somewhere in that lane. They see you as King of Swords, someone very intelligent, removed from feelings in order to make the most logical decisions. They could see you as kinda narrow-minded and “inside the box”, not one to venture out too much, and someone very reliable & dependable on a regular basis but you also take foreverrr.

Feelings: 8 Pentacles

They see you as someone very important at work, a leader or boss of some kind, someone very charismatic, charming, socially popular or likeable in general. That could also refer to dating, like you’re a hard worker during the day and a player at night 😆 You’ve got a great relationship with this person, they see you positively and think you’re great. There’s a mischievous vibe to this person, the fun kind.

Intentions: 7 Swords

They intend to gossip and scheme, this could be a person that likes to do that generally. It’s an energy of a prankster, they could be a lighthearted sort of goofball like that. Or they’re just in your ear about all the business going on with everyone, they’re an intelligent & nosy sort that loves to mess around & pull off clever or sneaky tricks. Doesn’t feel destructive though, more playful. They spy on other people so they can tell you all the bs going on, what else is there to do for amusement?

Actions: The Sun rev

The Sun rev as an action is all about ego, so if they’re planning on scheming someone or something, they could come on as way too pushy and demanding for you to jump on board with this, arrogant even. This is more a feeling than an action, a lack of confidence. Someone at work could be knocking them down a peg. If you’re rising and they’re not, they could be jealous, and it would be that feeling that’s working against them, maybe that’s something you need to know. They could intend on starting rumors or doing something in attempt to sabotage you. They do seem to really like you though, they’re just kinda bitter their hard work is not rewarded. Or that’s switched. Be cautious with this person, though they seem okay with you. Idk why else they’d come out here if it wasn’t important. Don’t feed into any unnecessary schemes.

Messages:

Their side:

- $$$

- I just don’t know what to say

Your side:

- Not ready…yet

- Cannot Handle Reality

Possible signs:

Aquarius, Virgo, Capricorn & Leo

If you’re dealing with:

Death & 6 Cups, you could have Scorpio in your chart or be dealing with one over most. You’re done with the past, these could be people from the past, or you’re in a state where you’re realizing how things have changed since…whenever. Consciously changed or not, either is possible.

Aries - committed to craziness, or religious to an extent of bewildering or confusing you, could be someone very wise and also kinda crazy

Taurus - a very close friend, loves you deeply

Gemini - heartbroken by toxic shit, one of you, possibly still obsessed with you or by what hurt them

Cancer - dealing with something very painful in their family, relationship, feels betrayed

Leo - happy it’s over, not speaking

Virgo - wants a new beginning, they love you

Libra - telling the truth about being or wanting to be single, focused on finances, or their independence

Scorpio - disciplined & in charge of how things are being run in their world, taking their time and they’ll do it how they want tyvm

Sagittarius - living the dream & guarding that closely

Capricorn - feels inspired & excited by some Justice coming their way, being vindicated

Aquarius - finished with a karmic cycle, either with you or in general

Pisces - not reconciling with a Leo, fire sign, or they’re friendly & charismatic with you but it stops there

#libra tarot reading #person on your mind #february 2023 #Libra #tarot #tarotblr

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silvanable · 3 years

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If request are open, could I ask for Theo, Vincent, Leo, Arthur and Dazai finding out that MC is a manga artist/writer? Thank you so much!!

this is such a cute idea. as an artist and writer myself i take enormous pleasure it writing this and their reactions.

i switched these up a little bit, where the mc is an artist for one, a writer for another, and maybe both for yet another! i hope you enjoy~

↪ GUIDELINES

ー ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

arthur just happens to find out on accident.

he knew that they had their hobbies and never really pried into that, it was something they did in their pastime just like how he was with his writing.

it just so happened to be that he was passing by the parlor when he noticed them inside with... was that his manuscript? and what were those other papers there?

nosiness curiosity got the best of him as he slips into the room to see what the mansion’s little visitor is up to.

he is, for once in his life, quite surprised to find the dear hunched over a pad of paper with a pencil in their hand.

he was quiet for a moment, examining what they were doing— which was clearly not writing— as their instrument moved over the page.

they shifted to look up at his manuscript, flipped a page, and was about to go back to their work when the noticed something from the corner of their eye.

arthur had leaned over the each of the seat, gaze fixed on the drawings in their lap and strewn about the table and seat.

the poor dear practically jumped out of their skin.

“arthur! don’t scare me like that!” they scolded him, face flush as they quickly tried to scramble and cover up their work.

“ah, was just curious to what you were doing, love,” he would flash them a grin and snatch up one of their papers before they could grab it.

“arthur, give it back!” they yelled in protest but he was far too quick for them.

his eyes scanned over the page, taking in the delicate lines of each character’s face and their expression, the texture and the design of the scenery and then his eyes fell to the dialogue...

“is this... holmes?” the genuine curiosity in his voice as he holds the paper out to them.

they try to snatch the page back but he jerks it up out of their reach before they can.

“yes okay! i’m sorry— i just saw your manuscript and i started reading it and... well, i just got inspired.”

now it has him curious and when arthur sets his mind to something, whether it be to unravel a mystery or get his questions answered, he’s going to get those answers.

after some encouragement, they finally admit to being a manga artist from their time— which as arthur understood was a unique artist who creates art to tell a story instead of words.

he is actually quite proud about the fact that his story is what motivated and drew out this creativity in them to the point they wanted to draw a ‘manga’ of his stories.

he absolutely keeps the page and a few other of their drawings he snatched up, every now and then when he’s working he finds himself drifting off to stare at it with a small smile.

ー DAZAI OSAMU

dazai was a writer and it seemed that the newest guest at the mansion was too.

of course, he never seemed to bring that up, as it seemed the writers of the mansion kept to themselves and wrote privately.

that was until the little darling had come stumbling up the stairs with an armful of paper.

of course they had not been looking where they were going, being rather preoccupied with trying to scribble down god-knows-what onto one of the pages, and walked straight into dazai as he was coming down.

he had acted fast, grabbing their wrist before they could tumble down the stairs, but the paper in their arms was less fortunate and thrown into the air.

“if you wanted to see me, ume-san, you could have just said so,” he greeted with his usual light and teasing voice.

the poor dear was flustered and apologizing profusely as they ducked around him, desperately trying to collect all of their paperwork.

well he was not just about to leave them like that, so dazai stooped to help them, only to find when he tried to reach for something they were quick to snatch it away.

the two made eye contact, both a look of surprise, as they stuttered out, “you don’t have to help— i dropped them.”

the reaction was rather cute but also he felt partially responsible, and because of this it became a game of who could snatch up what before the other.

“i— just— thanks, i’ll take those now!” the dear tried to take the papers from his hands once they were all collected, but the vampire danced around them breezily.

“why is toshiko-san so eager to get these back, hm?” he teased, flitting through what he had collected.

at first it was merely to poke fun, as he and arthur were known to do to people like poor isaac, but as he glanced over the notes and what looked like crude drawings he became intrigued.

those piercing golden eyes came up to a rather flustered person across from him, clearly embarrassed at having their work looked at.

“these are quite interesting,” his tone took on a strange seriousness as he handed them back, “what are they?”

even as flustered as the dear is, they take back their papers and shuffle them protectively in their arms, mutter a, “manga scripts and design ideas...”

of course the term was somewhat familiar to him, briefly recalling it being a rising trend before he died.

would become rather curious and invested in hearing about what the dear did in their time, finding it quite interesting that not only were they a writer but worked with artists to translate their stories visually.

ー LEONARDO DA VINCI

leonardo found it quite cute when he came across their little guest in their free time, seemingly distracted by whatever papers they had in their lap and strewn about them.

it was a reoccurring thing to find them like this as he wandered through the mansion on his way to his next nap.

this time though, that building curiosity of what they were doing finally seemed to reach the max and flood over as he approached them.

they did not seem to notice him from their seat on the floor until he was about a hairsbreadth from the side of their face.

“cara mia?” curse love languages not having gender neutral terms in their ear, causing the poor dear to jump out of their skin.

it was a wonder they didn’t headbutt in him the process and they all but threw themself across the floor to create some distance.

leonardo’s laughter was rather helpful to quell their panic, only for it to swift to a soft rage.

“leo— don’t ever do that again!” they scolded but by now the man had been distracted by the papers that had been haphazardly thrown in the dear’s attempt to flee danger.

golden eyes flickered over the pages as he gathered them up, some written over while other seemed to have sketches of what looked like persons.

they were quick to scramble back up to their feet and snatch the papers from leonardo, their face an uncharacteristically bright shade of red as they mumbled out, “they’re not ready yet...”

though their reaction and expression only seemed to encourage the vampire, after all, things that intrigued him he always pursued to understand investigate.

a soft hum escaped his lips as he looked down at them, only to snatch up another set up papers, ignoring the squeaks and protests to ‘don’t read it yet!’.

there was no getting them back at this point, as he used his height to his advantage against them, holding the pages high as he examined him.

and it suddenly made sense, it looked like a script and these little doodles were scenes from the scripts.

“quite creative, your story here,” leonardo handed back the pages to their flustered creator, “what is it?”

they hesitated as them shuffled the papers, hesitating for a moment before quietly, “a manga idea, something from my time, like a visual story.”

if he had not been intrigued before leonardo most certainly was now and he wanted to know exactly what sort of story they were making.

of course, he doesn’t push but he is more than willing to lend an ear for them to listen to the passionate and eager descriptions of their characters and, if needed, offer a suggest or two when they’re stuck.

ー THEODORUS VAN GOGH

having the lost pup new guest at the mansion following him while he worked was just a way to keep them out of trouble and help him out.

of course, he had never expected them to take such an interest in art as they had, marveling at every little detail, asking questions when they weren’t with a customer, and practically hanging onto every detail theo would spare.

he would never have guessed that everything they had picked up and learned from him on the job they were translating into their own work.

theo was never one particularly nosy and whatever they did in their spare time was their business as long as it didn’t mess with anything or anyone.

so imagine his irritation when they are late for breakfast and sebastian asks for him to go get them?

he walks in, ready to grab them by the arm and drag them out of their room so he might get the chance to enjoy his pancakes for a few moments of peace.

instead, he waltzes into their room finding them pouring over their desk with numerous pages scattered over the surface and stuck against the wall... and most any available space it seemed.

at first he was ready to ask them what sort of mess they were making but stopped as he began to draw closer and examine what they were doing.

it looked like they were... drawing? not that he would judge their strange style, as he was a promoter of the arts that were outside of the norm.

“oi, hondje,” he calls out to them, placing a hand on their head in a familiar way.

the squeak they make is almost laughable but he doesn’t have the chance before they recover and looking up at him quizzically.

“why are you awake so late?” it was a genuine question.

“late? it’s morning already, did you stay up all night?” theo is quick to shoot back, only to receive an even more confused expression.

that answered his question.

“what are you even working on that you would forget to sleep? i can’t have you dozing off at work you know,” he leans down over their desk and they suddenly get shy.

they are subtle, or at least try to be, as they shuffle papers and cross their arms over them, mumbling a soft ‘nothing’.

theo doesn’t take it though and instead turns his gaze up to the art displayed literally all over the room.

before they can even think to snatch drawings away he’s already asking questions, “did you draw these?”

it takes a moment for them to respond, as they mull over a way to answer, but finally cave in to an explanation.

“yeah, i did,” they paused, expectantly staring but theo only waved his hand for them to continue.

“for a manga—something from my time, they, um, tell stories through pictures,” they explained, spreading out the papers on the desk again, “and i got an idea last night so...”

theo is thoroughly impressed, of course they have to explain further about the detailing and techniques— he’s going to ask after all.

there are times where theo will actually watch them draw, he likes to see artists in their element and this is something entirely new he wants to learn more of.

expect that he will have a sketch or two from them, would deny it, but he keeps it in the breast pocket of his coat.

ー VINCENT VAN GOGH

vincent found it quite enjoyable having another person at the mansion, especially with how they spent time with him.

of course he knew they were an artist too, it had come up one day when they were together, while he was painting and they seemed to be doing something in their notebook.

he had asked about their work and if they would let him see but they seemed to get flustered, so he let it rest, after all he wasn’t going to force them.

but still they came around to spend afternoons together, drawing or painting, in silence with the occasional conversation.

one day that they had stayed out rather late in the garden, vincent hadn’t noticed the time passing until it was too dark to continue.

as he packed up his things, he was talking, but got no response back from his friend, and when he turned around to check if they were gone, he found them asleep on the ground.

he felt rather back for not noticing earlier, seeing as the ground probably wasn’t all that comfort and that they hadn’t said how tired they were— he wouldn’t have asked them to spend time outside if they needed rest!

vincent was quiet as he approached their sleeping form, ready to gently rouse them as he outstretched his hand, but stopped as something caught his eye.

in the evening sun, the pages from their notebook were illuminated by the fading sun.

he didn’t mean to pry, truly, but he couldn’t help curiously picking up the book and examining the pages.

some were full of notes, others these beautiful drawings, and more still with a combination of both.

one drawing in particular had caught his eye, a series of scenes it seemed, of someone who looked a lot like him making his way to the gardens and painting...

“mhmm... vincent?” they peeked an eye open groggily, rubbing their face as they looked up at him sitting beside them.

“is it dark already? i’m sorry i didn’t mean to fall asleep—” they sat up, stretching, only to stop halfway through the motion when they saw their notebook in his hand.

they flushed red but vincent only smiled sweetly as he offered them the book back.

“i like your drawings,” he said softly, “they’re very beautiful.”

they were hesitant but took back their notebook, redder if it were possible, as they mumbled a ‘thank you’.

“who were the other people in your drawings?” vincent asked as he stood, holding out a hand towards them.

“uh, well,” they accepted and were pulled to their feet as they explained, “they’re fictional—not real—for a story i was doing...”

vincent cocked his head cutely to the side as he listened, “what kind of story?”

“a visual on, a manga from my time,” they explained as the both of them began to gather up their supplies.

on the way back to the mansion, vincent listened as they explained, he found it quite interesting that someone would paint out a story, but enjoyed the idea.

vincent finds the whole idea quite fascinating and often asks them about their stories afterwards.

they are still flustered to show him many of their drawings, but vincent is sweet about it each time, and has invited them to try painting their ideas on a canvas saying he would love to see how their style reflects.

definitely adores all their drawings, his favorite ones are when they do simple doodles of the members of the mansion, often claiming they’re not great, but he loves them.

absolutely reads their manga stories, whatever they’re willing to let vincent read and he is enthralled by the stories and characters.

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novasintheroom · 4 years

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A Great Idea - Leo x Reader

It’s a quiet sort of night in New York. Manhattan is still busy and loud, but a certain gold calm falls over the city. The distance from the metropolitan area helps too. The skyline looks beautiful from your little rented shack on Long Island, and even better on the hammock in front of it, swinging side to side with the breeze and Leo’s leg rocking it. The blanket on your laps is both to keep warm, and cover him if a nosy passerby looks a bit too close. But the day’s light is fading above, and he is safer each passing minute as shadows cover the land.

Murmurs pass between you. Kisses. A calm that is needed – you, after a long day of college and work, and him just before he starts his patrol with his brothers. It isn’t the weekend yet; you’ll both have to wait three more days ‘til you can enjoy each other’s company without a time limit. But this is still nice. The creaking of hammock ropes against tree bark, the chill of almost-November air, a touch of smoky incense that sticks to the crook of his neck – it’s wonderful.

It’s nice to have his arms around you. To have him near. A year of dating, of shy how-do-I-do-this’s together, of making this strange and unique relationship work. Even as he talks about Mikey’s new obsession of finding a mini El Dorado somewhere in the sewers, and what he thinks the Foot Clan are planning in Brooklyn, you’re amazed that someone like him would even consider looking your way. Someone as strong, and kind, and intelligent as him? You could never hope for better. Eyes like his shouldn’t be that blue.

A feeling overcomes you – certainty. Want. Courage. His voice rises and falls with his next story, but you don’t hear it. And the question creeps up your throat before you can shove it back down, full of all the butterflies and wide-eyed stares in the morning when you look in the mirror and realize wow, I’m screwed: “Have you ever thought about getting married?”

It’s quiet that echoes back. And if it wasn’t for the skip in his swinging leg, you’d have thought he didn’t hear you. The crickets chirp, fireflies blink. His thumb rubs circles on the bit of exposed skin on your hip. A hiccup of time makes you clarify, “You and me, I mean,” like it could mean anything else.

That courage you felt shrivels with each silent second passing. You’re about to apologize, to say it was stupid, that he doesn’t have to answer, when he says, “I think about it a lot more than I should.”

Well, that’s an interesting answer. A breeze drifts by. You use it as an excuse to press closer, to hide your heating cheeks in his side. “Than you ‘should?’ What does that mean?”

Leo hums, tapping a finger on your arm. “I…didn’t expect to ever get that far. In my life, I mean. Always felt like something I couldn’t say out loud if I wanted it to come true.”

You put your chin on his chest, and he smiles at the way your head bobs when you say, “Like a birthday wish?”

He brushes the hair out of your face, taking out a stray leaf that fell in it at some point. “Something like that. I just remember all the times I’d say I found food growing up, and then have one of my brothers take it and stuff it in his mouth before I could get a bite. Or when Donnie says something’s working and then it blows up in his face. I guess I’m superstitious about good things happening; I already pushed my luck asking you out.”

“Yeah, and look how that turned out.”

Lips press against yours for that answer.

But his breath fans over your face when he pulls away, and his eyes squint, head ducking. “I think about what it would be like seeing you every day instead of waiting for you to visit over the weekend. And it’d be nice to talk with you whenever…Not have to worry about you all the way out here while I’m in Manhattan.”

“My cooking’s pretty good too. That’s Grade-A wife material if I’ve ever seen it.”

He smiles, rolling his eyes. “I know, I’m getting a gut from eating it too much!”

“I don’t think that’s how your biology works, but go off.” A knuckle knocks on his flat plastron. He pulls you closer with a laugh. It always feels so good to make him laugh. You’d love to keep doing it…Chin back on his chest, you search his blue, blue eyes for hesitancy, or excitement. Both are there. “I think you’d make a pretty good husband.”

His leg twitches, and the hammock swings. “You’d make the best wife.”

Maybe you could have said more. There was a lot to say. But the radio at Leo’s shoulder cracks to life, and Raph’s fuzzy voice asks, “Hey, you on your way back? I’m ready to knock Mikey out; he got a hold of a bag of marshmallows and is bouncing off the walls.”

Leo groans. Muttering “how’d he find the stash,” he clicks back, “Yeah, just waiting for the train at Glen Head. You guys wanna meet me in Queens?”

Donnie chimes in. “We can head over to Brooklyn after; look into that Foot Clan stuff.”

“Good idea.” His hand rests on your head, playing with your hair. They say goodbye, and he looks at you. A sigh comes and goes. “Guess I better head out.”

“Mm.” Neither of you move. It feels weird to, after everything. It’s easier to watch one another; take in these last few moments before having to part. There’s a lot to say…so much to say. But there isn’t enough time tonight for that. So, patting his arm, you swing your leg off the hammock. “C’mon, you need to head out before Donnie starts tracking you.”

He tries to snatch you back – stay, just a little longer – but his sense of duty kicks back in, and he’s up and standing a second later. The katanas leaning on one of the trees are picked up, sheathed back onto his shell, and his hand takes yours to walk the small distance to the forest by the road.

You’re okay to let it go for now. But then his voice asks, through the dark and fireflies, “So…are we gonna talk about it anymore?”

His voice is so quiet and shy, you’re taken aback. “Us getting married?” At his nod, you ask, “Why? Do you not want to?”

“No I…just really like the idea. Do you like it?” He sucks at his teeth. “I mean, you’d have to live in the sewers probably, and I can’t go places with you like other guys. Can we have kids? Do you want kids? Where would we even get married? Are you sure you want to?”

“Leo,” you laugh, “calm down.” Before the treeline, you stop. He’s tall, but his shoulders are hunched; vulnerable. So many things haven’t gone his way in life. Feelings aren’t his forte, but the hope in his eyes is just overwhelming. This is the side of Leonardo only you get to see – walls down, hoping for good things to come. He could ask for the moon, and you’d figure out some way to give it to him – forget NASA and international laws.

You’re so screwed.

“Leo,” it’s a whisper, and he shivers, “If I wasn’t completely sure I love the idea of marrying you, I wouldn’t bring it up.”

He has to take some breaths. Seems you knocked the wind out of him. A small sound escapes – a trembling kind of growl, a churr – before he catches it and clears his throat. His arm bumps yours when you laugh. “Good. Good, I…” All he can do is nod. Squeeze your hand.

You go on your tiptoes and steal a kiss. “You need to go. We’ll talk about it. I promise.”

It’s like he’s shaken awake. He blinks, taking a step for the trees and for the train station miles away. Before he lets go, he turns back with a smile. “We’re still on for Friday?”

“Yup, I’ll be over around five-thirty.”

“What about Saturday?”

“I mean, I was planning on it? That’s what we usually do.”

“And Sunday?”

Hands to hips, you laughed, “Leo, I’d tell you if something came up.”

He smiles, pulling you close. “What about the rest of our lives?”

Oh. He’s being cheesy. The blush rising in your cheeks is hard to hide. “Oh don’t start that, you’re making it weird.”

Still, he laughs. A final kiss goodbye, and he’s gone, shooting through the trees to catch the train to Queens. You stay there, watching the shadows before turning inside when a cold wind blows past. It’s quiet in your home, small and lonely now that Leo left. Yet, your heart feels golden, bright. Him, your husband. And you his wife.

That sounds like a great idea.

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Writing Challenge: Day 10

prompt: red

I am a Fire Demon, a demon with the power of fire. I knew the other elements as well but Fire always came out so easily, it was good and bad. Good because my passion never burned out, I was always fueled by my element. Bad because I can and have destroyed everything when I’ve been mad. I describe it as seeing red because Fire consumes me, I become Fire and I see nothing. Fire Demons are notorious for being ill tempered and are often tip toed around, but one human didn’t tip toe around me. He understood what my element could do but he didn’t treat me like a monster. Jung Taekwoon or Leo, he actually kept me calm. People called him mean because of his stoic face and silence but he was the opposite; he loved animals and children, he gets embarrassed easily and is genuinely adorable.

Normally I worked well with other Demons, from Fire to other elements. But recently our community of Demons got another addition. His name was Damien and he was a Fire Demon like me, but he thought he was better than everyone else. He often showed off his power, abusing it in a way; using it as if it was a toy for entertainment. For some reason he wanted to one up me, and only me. He never challenged anybody else and it was really starting to piss me off. As he kept going I noticed that my vision would falter and I would see flashes of red, I knew from books that only powerful Fire Demons got red vision with any type of anger. I blame my family because I came from a pure bloodline while Damien was half and got lucky.

Today I got special permission to show Leo our little community and I was excited. He already knew everything there was to know and that’s because we’ve been dating for around 4 months. I always vented to Leo about Damien, and that’s what kept the red away. I hoped Damien wouldn’t be bad today because I didn’t want Leo to see me with red vision...it was not a pretty sight. People greeted Leo and he could see how each of the Demons had certain features, hair, and eye colors. Taekwoon somehow fit in well with the Death Demons and those who didn’t know who he was greeted him.

“This is a good sign, people think you’re one of our kind. That means you’ll be respected and maybe even be taught by someone if you wanted to learn” I lean over and whisper to him

“If I do, you’ll be the one to teach me” he replies quietly and I chuckle. We were peacefully walking around until I heard it...that annoying voice that belonged to Damien. He was calling my name and kept getting closer and closer. I stiffened and felt a small flame swell up inside me.

“Don’t let him get to you, he only does it because you keep reacting to him” Leo says and I nod. I can’t show a response, I need to keep the red away.

“Y/N” Damien drew out, almost right behind us. I turned around and there he was

“A little birdy told me that you were bringing you boo in and I had to meet him” Damien says in an overly friendly tone. Leo gave Damien his normal unphased face and muttered a hello.

“He could be a Death Demon ya know..he has that brooding feel to him” Damien criticizes. He doesn’t like the Death Demons for some reason. I felt the flame grow slightly bigger at the insult because he didn’t know Leo..they always based him on the outside.

“He’s more respected than you are, and he’s not even a Demon” I retort, suddenly itching for a fight. Leo puts a hand on my shoulder, not bothered by the heat radiating from me. Luckily the heat or flames don’t hurt him because he never stirs my anger.

“What’s the matter? I was complimenting him” Damien states innocently and I try to remember what Leo said.

“Just let it be for today, I’m trying to show him around peacefully and you’re ruining it for me” I reply monotonously. The Water Demons were normally nosy so a few of them stopped to see what would happen, you also want them around because they have the only water that can stop a Fire Demon.

“You want to know why I pick on you? It’s because I hat you, I hate that you came from a pure blood line and I only get a half ass power. I hate that you’re the one people think of when they hear Fire Demon. I hate how unstable you can be but found someone who can tolerate you” he explains and I look him straight in the eye

“You’re stupid. You should be greatfull that you got any power at all, and you don’t want full power because it’s a terrible burden. And they think of me because I made a name out of our element, I’m not a bitchy little twat that tries to be better than what they are” I say and that seemed to set him off. The heat he emitted was weak but it was still heat and I could tell it was reaching Leo

‘Oh hell no, he is not going to hurt him!’ I think and stand in front of Leo, blocking all of the heat. The flame sparked and I began burning a bit, I felt the flames on my hands and little spots of red began to appear

“Never, NEVER threaten him or I will end you” I growl out, more red swirling across my vision. Damien’s own hands caught fire but they weren’t as hot or as bright as mine

“What if I want to? What if I want you to go full red so he can see what a monster Fire Demons can be” Damien prods

“Y/N” Leo whispers, trying to step closer but my friend who’s a Water Demon stops him and stands in front of him.

“He needs to learn what will happen if he messes with a high power” she murmurs.

“Don’t do this, we’ve all seen videos of what full red can do” I warn but Damien shakes his head furiously. Then something strange happens, his flames start turning black. It seems he has some Death power. Tiny black tendrils appear which shows that his Death powers are weak but Death powers can still be bad in tiny doses. The tendrils slither on the ground, trying to glide past me and get to Leo who was now protected by a Death and Life Demon. I send a fireball down and the tendrils recoil at the heat

“I just told you NOT to threaten him” I growled again, taking a step closer. My vision was almost all the way red and I know that by now my normal eye color was a burning Scarlet color. I kept stepping closer, enjoying the fear Damien emitted every time he took a step back.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle the heat?” I taunt, flames slowly crawling up my arms and legs. The temperature was rising as the fire burned more and more.

“S..stop” Damien stammers and I fling a fire ball at him

“Why? You wanted this! You wanted to know what it’s like and here it is! Now look at you! Cowering in a corner because you can’t handle what you wanted” I exclaim, voice slowly distorting. When you go red your voice can distort and you have an undying urge to destroy everything. You want people to suffer and cower in fear, right now Damien was giving me that. I flung another fireball at him and laughed as he flinched

“Y/N..don’t go too far” my water friend warns and I turn around, tilting my head at her. Damien took this opportunity to send more tendrils to me, these were a bit stronger as they were mixed with his fire power. I turn my attention back to him and set my whole body ablaze, burning the tendrils

“Now that was a stupid move” I chuckle. I heard a few Water Demons get ready just in case they needed to put me out but I smirked sinisterly

“Have you learned your lesson? Is your curiosity and hatred quenched?!” I question, turning towards him fully. I can see him wanting to continue but I step closer and make my temperature go up even more

“Well?” I state, tilting my head and Damien nods his head

“I’m sorry..the heat is too much, please stop” he mutters and I step closer

“I didn’t hear that, say it again” I demand, taking another step.

“I said I’m sorry! I don’t want to deal with you like this!” he yells and I grin like the Cheshire cat

“Now that’s what I want to hear” I say and the flames slowly start to cool and go away. My friend deflates with a loud sigh and I laugh

“Come on..I’m not that stupid. I wouldn’t have done anything bad, just sending a message” I state, completely normal now. I turn back to Leo and smile

“Now you know what going red looks like”

-Ro. I hope this was okay..the incorporation of red was a little iffy to me but I tried. I also made up the whole thing of elemental demons..but I hope you all enjoy anyway! <3

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