Hello it is I, Brittney. You may know me as pennylaneforthoughts or perhaps brittneysometimesdraws. As is probably obvious, this is my writing blog. Most of (all of) this is ship trash. Also, I suck at being consistent so be prepared for long stretches of hiatus. But I digress. Enjoy, friends.
what's your favorite part about writing parvill? (personally, i love the fact that you can write parvis's dialogue as flamboyantly gay as you want and still have it line up with his actual personality XD)
The best part about your comment about flamboyantly gay Parv is that it’s completely true! But as fun as writing his cheeky dialogue is, I’d have to say my favourite part about writing Parvill is getting deep into the psychology of both Will and Parv and exploring the true depth of their relationship. They both clearly have a LOT of issues, especially with letting themselves getting attached to other people, but I figure that when given enough time, they create a very intimate bond that even they don’t fully understand the depth of. They’re both scared of rejection and failure. It’s clear in the way they interact with one another. When Will realises how close he’s getting to Parv, he petrifies in a sense, throwing up a stony exterior to protect himself from what he views as a very dangerous thing for his heart to be doing. Parv, on the other hand, gets more chaotic when he gets scared. He hides behind casual flings, cheeky remarks, narcissism, and arrogance in an effort to either drive Will away or prove that Will loves him enough to see past his chaotic exterior. The trouble is neither of them realise that’s what they’re doing because they’ve been doing it for so long. It’s a common theme in literature actually. You see it everywhere. It’s known as the fear of the inevitability of isolation. They’re terrified of being alone while simultaneously convincing themselves that alone is what they’ll always be. So for me, the best part about writing Parvill is being able to slowly and gradually draw Will and Parv closer to the version of themselves that they keep so tightly locked away from even themselves, and finally properly letting each other in. My favourite part is the love. The true love. Not the fluffy or angsty kisses or the casual flirting, because while that’s fun and all, that’s not love. Love is when they sacrifice (not the blood magic kind ;P) for each other. When they serve each other. When they listen to each other. When they empathise. When they appreciate and affirm each other. In the great literature of all progressive societies, love is a verb. Love–the feeling–is a fruit of love, the verb. Many believe that we are not responsible for who or what we love, that we are a product of our feelings. But I don’t believe that is the reality. Love is something you do: the sacrifices you make, the giving of self, like when Will goes back day after day to help Parv even though he doesn’t like magic and he could be doing far more productive things with his time. Love is a value that is actualised through loving actions. Both Will and Parv practise love the verb. The sacrifices they make for each other may be forced and bitter at first, but it always softens into true, loving service. That is what I love most about writing Parvill. I love writing them as they do what it truly means to love someone, and then watching as the feeling of love grows between them and blooms into something irreplaceable and precious. That is my favourite part.
there are… actual tears in my eyes?? i absolutely did not expect that kind of response but i’m honestly so moved by it! i don’t think i realized the depth of emotion i had for this ship until right now :,)
I have a lot of emotion when it comes to these two, and I think about them a LOT so I tend to go very in depth when talking about them. There's so much sadness in this fandom too, and that kinda makes me want to treasure my headcanons for the legitimate and healthy relationship these two dumb nerds can have. :)
what's your favorite part about writing parvill? (personally, i love the fact that you can write parvis's dialogue as flamboyantly gay as you want and still have it line up with his actual personality XD)
The best part about your comment about flamboyantly gay Parv is that it's completely true! But as fun as writing his cheeky dialogue is, I'd have to say my favourite part about writing Parvill is getting deep into the psychology of both Will and Parv and exploring the true depth of their relationship. They both clearly have a LOT of issues, especially with letting themselves getting attached to other people, but I figure that when given enough time, they create a very intimate bond that even they don't fully understand the depth of. They're both scared of rejection and failure. It's clear in the way they interact with one another. When Will realises how close he's getting to Parv, he petrifies in a sense, throwing up a stony exterior to protect himself from what he views as a very dangerous thing for his heart to be doing. Parv, on the other hand, gets more chaotic when he gets scared. He hides behind casual flings, cheeky remarks, narcissism, and arrogance in an effort to either drive Will away or prove that Will loves him enough to see past his chaotic exterior. The trouble is neither of them realise that's what they're doing because they've been doing it for so long. It's a common theme in literature actually. You see it everywhere. It's known as the fear of the inevitability of isolation. They're terrified of being alone while simultaneously convincing themselves that alone is what they'll always be. So for me, the best part about writing Parvill is being able to slowly and gradually draw Will and Parv closer to the version of themselves that they keep so tightly locked away from even themselves, and finally properly letting each other in. My favourite part is the love. The true love. Not the fluffy or angsty kisses or the casual flirting, because while that's fun and all, that's not love. Love is when they sacrifice (not the blood magic kind ;P) for each other. When they serve each other. When they listen to each other. When they empathise. When they appreciate and affirm each other. In the great literature of all progressive societies, love is a verb. Love--the feeling--is a fruit of love, the verb. Many believe that we are not responsible for who or what we love, that we are a product of our feelings. But I don't believe that is the reality. Love is something you do: the sacrifices you make, the giving of self, like when Will goes back day after day to help Parv even though he doesn't like magic and he could be doing far more productive things with his time. Love is a value that is actualised through loving actions. Both Will and Parv practise love the verb. The sacrifices they make for each other may be forced and bitter at first, but it always softens into true, loving service. That is what I love most about writing Parvill. I love writing them as they do what it truly means to love someone, and then watching as the feeling of love grows between them and blooms into something irreplaceable and precious. That is my favourite part.
About the tinker bell AU, please do 'talk my ear off'. The AU sounds amazing and I would like to hear more about it.
Ohhhhhh man oh man oh man sweet nonnie I love this parvill au so much you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. Man I’ve got so much to tell you I’m gonna put this under a read more.
oh my god i love your fairy parvill fic so far!! i too have a love for Pixie Hollow due to my sister being obsessed with it when it came out. You should really continue it if ya wanna ! 0v0
Omg thank you for your kind message! It warmed my heart~~ I def will continue it. I'm kind of a sucker for cute fluff and fairies oops :)
Taken from someone else on another network, deemed too good not to use.
Ask me a question about one of my fics or series. It can be absolutely anything in any project and I will tell you the honest-to-goodness answer (even on the progress/plans for next chapters of current series).
Don’t hold back. Whatever you ask, I’ll answer as truthfully and as completely as possible. You can also ask about my writing as a whole, if you like.
Fandom: Yogscast/Disney Fairies (mostly in book universe)
Pairing: Will/Parv
Rating: K
Words: 2519
Summary: A new sparrow man has arrived in Pixie Hollow
When little Stephen Collins was born, he was born far earlier than expected. He was so very tiny, and the doctors feared he would not survive the first three weeks of his life. But there was something special about little Stephen. Something in his little tiny heart told him he was needed for something very important and very magical. So on the day after the doctors had predicted he would die, little Stephen laughed for the very first time in his tiny little life.
The laugh burbled out of him and skipped merrily out of the hospital window, careening into the darkened city. It bounced from housetop to housetop, making its way towards the ocean--the ocean that separated the mainland from Never Land. It flitted above and below arches and weaved its way through gardens and parks, happy as a laugh could be.
But this little laugh was fragile, and it stumbled into a bramble bush before it could maneuver out of the way. A little piece of the laugh snagged onto a thorn and broke off in the laugh’s attempt to extricate itself and continue on its journey to the island that called it.
The laugh shot towards the sea, glistening in the pale moonlight, its broken piece all but forgotten. For this little laugh was determined. It knew it had been born of a miracle, and it
intended to reach its destination no matter what. It set out upon the waves, twirling and leaping from the peak of each. It travelled for a week and a half, seeking Never Land. And Never Land sought for it. The island wanted the laugh. It could sense the nature of the laugh, and it decided that this particular laugh was precisely what it needed.
Mother Dove could sense the incoming laugh as well. She always knew what Never Land wanted--for Never Land was as much a part of her as she was of it--so she knew precisely how much the island wanted this laugh. She was very much excited for the newcomer, whoever it may be, and she knew the fairies would be as well. They had lost more to disbelief than they had since Prilla had arrived, and Mother Dove and the fairies felt their absence heavily. Mother Dove knew that a new fairy would lift their spirits, and she spread the word as quickly as possible.
All the talents had been preparing and working very hard to deserve the laugh when it finally touched the banks of Never Land. The laugh could feel Pixie Hollow calling to it. It knew it belonged there, and it careened toward what it knew was home. It flew past the orchard and the caterpillar fields, past Mother Dove’s tree and over the tulip bed, straight for the main courtyard where it crashed upon the cobblestone.
There the new sparrow man lay, curled on his side, a soft smile gracing his face, and the last traces of the laugh swirling around him and forming his Arrival Garment.
Of course, Mother Dove knew the moment the newcomer had arrived. She cooed happily at the thought.
“He’s here. The new sparrow man has arrived. Isn’t it lovely, Lomadia?” she trilled as Lomadia, an animal-talent fairy, brushed her feathers.
“Truly lovely indeed,” Lomadia replied, smiling. She hoped that the newcomer would be a member of her talent. The animal-talent fairies had lost two fairies to disbelief, and Lomadia felt that the void that was left desperately needed to be filled.
Mother Dove sensed Lomadia’s anxiety and gently pulled away from her touch.
“Lomadia, dear, go and greet the new sparrow man. My feathers can be preened later.”
Lomadia smiled and hugged Mother Dove before thanking her and leaving to see the new arrival.
She flew towards the courtyard and landed between her two best friends, Xephos, a scouting-talent sparrow man, and Honeydew, a hole-digging-talent sparrow man. All three were anxious to see who the newcomer was.
Rythian, a fairy-dust-talent sparrow man, stepped toward the unconscious newcomer lying on the cobblestone with a level cup of fairy dust in his hand. This was to be the new arrival’s first daily allotment. It is what would begin his new life as a sparrow man of Never Land. The dust swirled down upon the newcomer, beginning his golden-yellow glow. He sat up, blinking at the crowd of fairies surrounding him. Carefully, he stood, ensuring that all his limbs worked properly. Then, he addressed the rest of the gathered crowd.
“Hello! My name is William, but you can call me Will. I’m of the tinker talent. I look forward to flying with you!” He smiled and waved shyly.
A wing-washing-talent fairy spoke up. “Why, he’s certainly a tiny thing, isn’t he?”
A few other fairies nodded in agreement. Will was merely three inches and three-quarters tall, a good inch and a quarter shorter than most fairies.
“But look at those lovely green eyes of his,” a garden-talent sparrow man added.
“Very fair skin, don’t you think?” said another.
“He could use a little more meat on his bones, though,” a light-talent fairy pointed out.
“But he has good, strong hands.”
Such comments are customary at an Arrival. No one quite knows why, it is simply what is done.
There was a slight commotion amongst the crowd, and Will craned his neck to see what it was all about. He was more than a little surprised when he was attacked with a hug by a strange fairy with a blonde ponytail and a green dress.
“Hello, Will!” she said with a dimpled smile. “I’m Tinker Bell. Fly with you!”
“Fly with you,” Will replied politely. He wasn’t sure who this fairy was, but she seemed nice enough.
“I’m a tinker-talent fairy as well,” Tinker Bell said. “If you’d like, I can show you around while the decoration-talent fairies finish your room.”
“I’d like that very much, thanks.” Will smiled. He was glad to have made a friend so quickly. It was a comforting feeling.
Tinker Bell offered her hand to Will with an eager smile. Will tentatively took it and allowed Tinker Bell to lead him away from the dispersing crowd.
"You look like you could use some food," Tinker Bell said. "I'll take you to the tea room. It's just about time for lunch anyway."
Just at that moment, Will's stomach growled. Tinker Bell laughed as Will blushed. Will decided he quite liked her laugh. It sounded like little tinkling bells. He smiled at the thought. Her name truly was fitting.
Will flitted close behind Tinker Bell as she followed the lovely smells wafting from the kitchen. He didn't know precisely what was being baked, but he did know that he would very much like to eat it.
When they entered the tea room, Tinker Bell turned to face Will so she could see his expression. She still remembered her Arrival Day and how she had felt upon seeing the beauty of the tea room for the first time. After all, it was Queen Clarion's favourite room for a very good reason. The pale green walls and gently swaying curtains were simply lovely, and they brought a sweet, calm atmosphere to the tea room. Everyone loved it. Which is why Tinker Bell was very confused when she saw that Will's expression hadn't changed into one of awe upon entering the tea room. Rather, his expression remained mildly curious. His eyes didn't sweep across the room, trying to take everything in. He didn't edge over to the window to see the lovely view of Lily's garden. He simply stood on the floor, impassive, which Tinker Bell found even more odd. Will wasn't even hovering. He wasn't using his wings at all. Tinker Bell frowned and tugged at her bangs. She could tell something was wrong, and when something was wrong, she wanted to fix it. But she said nothing. She still had to introduce Will to the other tinker-talent fairies.
“Come on, Will,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the table where the tinker-talent fairies sat. “You should meet the rest of us.”
“Oh, uh, okay.”
Will was slightly apprehensive. He wasn’t quite sure why, but the idea of being around a lot of fairies he’d never met made him really nervous. At least he had the comfort of knowing they were all tinker-talent fairies just like him. He put on a brave smile and waved at the small gathering of fairies around the table.
“Hi guys, this here is William. He’s our new talent member. Will, this is Aidan, Twire, Angus, Copper, and Zuzu,” Tinker Bell said, pointing at each fairy as she said their names. Will was mostly just glad he didn’t have to introduce himself.
“Fly with you, Will!” said Twire cheerily. “Sit down, have some blueberry scones. Dulcie makes the best scones in all of Pixie Hollow.”
Tinker Bell pulled up a couple chairs for herself and Will. Will’s feet didn’t touch the floor when he sat down, which was a very strange thing indeed, for fairy chairs are made in such a way that most everyone’s feet can touch the floor. However, Will was not like most everyone. As was noted at his Arrival, he was very small, but this didn’t appear to bother him. Tinker Bell supposed it might be because he didn’t realise that being so small was unusual. His size did cause her to wonder, however…
“Tinker Bell?” Will’s hushed voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
“You can just call me Tink, Will.”
“Uh...okay...Tink, is there a place where I can wash my hands? They’re a bit sticky…” Will held his hands out for Tinker Bell to see, blushing slightly. They had blueberry stains all over. Tinker Bell smiled. Will really was a cute little sparrow man.
“Sure, Will. I’ll show you."
"Thanks Tink."
Tinker Bell and Will bid the others goodbye, and they made their way out of the tea room.
"Will?" Tinker Bell called over her shoulder as they flew through the Home Tree. "If you want, you can wash up in my workshop. I've got a thing set up for occasions like this. Plus, you get to see how we tinker-talent fairies work."
A broad smile flashed across Will's face. Finally, something that sounded like home.
"I'd like that."
Tinker Bell smiled back and led him down to the workshops. Once they had arrived outside her workshop, Tinker Bell stopped Will outside her door and dashed inside to grab a small contraption made out of Lost Things. She held it out and pressed down the top causing a drop of dew to be squeezed out onto Will's outstretched hands. Will stared at Tinker Bell in amazement.
"Now that we've taken care of your blueberry hands, I can show you my workshop," Tinker Bell said, unable to hide her grin. She loved showing people her workshop, especially new tinker-talent fairies. It was her pride and joy, and she loved the looks of amazement on the faces of newcomers when they saw it. Tinker Bell's workshop was unique, and even those outside of the tinker talent could appreciate the ingenuity that went into its creation.
"Okay Will, close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise."
"Oh, okay."
Will closed his eyes as Tinker Bell took his hand and led him into her workshop. He wasn't sure what to expect. If Tinker Bell could make genius hand washing machines, then her workshop was probably ten times as amazing. Will wasn't sure whether he was ready to experience such a thing.
"Open your eyes, Will." Will could hear the excitement in Tinker Bell's voice. He slowly opened his eyes. Much to his great surprise, he was surrounded by bronze. He would know that shine anywhere. He walked over to the wall and gently placed his hand on it, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
"We're in a kettle!" Will couldn't believe it. Tinker Bell truly was brilliant.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it? I love it! How did you get it in?"
"Lots and lots of pixie dust. It took forever."
"It's amazing!"
"You should see the stuff I'm working on now."
"Can I?"
"See if you can tell what was wrong with this one."
Tinker Bell grinned and handed him her favorite pan. It had presented her with quite a great deal of trouble--precisely how she liked her pans. There had been an annoying crack right down the center, and no matter how long it was on the stove, it would always burn anything fried in it. Tinker Bell had yet to return it to Dulcie.
Will ran his fingers along the bottom of the pan, feeling for the crack that had been there once before. Mere moments passed before he found it.
"Oh there it is. A fixed hairline fracture. Tricky."
He handed the pan back to Tinker Bell, not noticing her frown.
"Will?"
"Yes?"
"You didn't look at the pan."
"What?"
"You didn't look at the pan."
"Er, I'd fly backwards if I could, but I don't see your point."
"When you found that crack, you didn't look at the pan. Why?"
"Um...I don't know, it was just easier to not to."
Tinker Bell narrowed her eyes at Will. She'd had a sneaking suspicion that something was wrong all day, and now she finally had an idea of what it was.
"Will, what does the inscription on the handle of this pan say?"
"That's supposed to be a word?"
"Oh dear. Will, you need glasses."
"What?"
"Don't worry, I can make you a pair right now. Just stay there."
Tinker Bell zipped about her workshop gathering the supplies she needed to make Will a pair of glasses. Luckily, she already had a good, solid material to use, since Twire had asked her to repair hers. Within a couple minutes, she had a brand new pair of glasses just for Will.
"Here, try these."
She handed Will the glasses, and he slipped them on. They were more like goggles than glasses, but they served the same purpose, and Will rather liked how they felt.
"These are great, Tink." Tinker Bell laughed at his remark.
"I haven't put the dew in yet, silly!" she said, smiling. Will blushed and closed his eyes as Tinker Bell put the dew in his glasses. When he opened them again, it was like he had stepped into a whole other world.
"Oh my goodness! Tink you’re really pretty!” The words escaped Will before he could stop them, and he immediately clapped his hands over his mouth out of embarrassment, his glow turning a deep orange.
“You’re precious, Will,” Tink said, laughing.
“Is this what you've been seeing this whole time?" Will asked in a desperate attempt to change the subject.
"Yep. Just wait til you see outside."
Will grinned brightly. He couldn't wait. Not with so much to see for the first time. He rushed to the courtyard as fast as his little wings could carry him. Everything was so bright, so colourful, so...so...
Fandom: Yogscast
Pairing: Will/Xeph
Rating: K
Words: 948
Summary: Nerds go stargazing.
"Hey, Will?"
"Yes, Xephos?"
"Wanna go stargazing with me?"
Will blinked once before turning to face his old friend. Xephos had been milling about his base for the past half hour, fiddling with various things and not saying much. It was, quite frankly, concerning, and Will had been waiting rather anxiously for the bombshell Xephos was sure to drop. Stargazing was definitely not what Will had imagined Xephos wanted from him. No, he had expected Xephos to cash in yet another favour he owed (damn the man for saving his butt so many times) and stick him with yet another annoying and time consuming project. But stargazing? Nothing could have prepared Will for that.
"Might I ask why?" Will said, setting his wrench down on the machine whirring merrily behind him. He still wasn't convinced Xephos didn't have an ulterior motive. Xephos simply shrugged.
"Am I not allowed to want to hang out with one of my best mates?"
"You are, but I'm pretty sure you've left Honeydew and Lalna back at your own base."
Will didn't miss the slight downward turn of Xephos' lips.
"Hey now, they're not my only best mates. You hold that title too, and I'd like to spend some time with you."
"You've spent the past half hour with me."
"Well, yeah, but not properly. You've been busy."
"I'm always busy. I'm a CEO, Xephos."
"CEOs need breaks too."
"Xephos..."
"Please, Will?"
Will knew he was done for the second Xephos pulled out his puppy dog eyes. All blue and glowy and really too cute to be even remotely fair. Will hated that look. He'd never been able to say no to it in college, and he still couldn't now. It didn't help that Xephos had taken the opportunity to inch as close to Will as he could. Again, completely unfair.
"Fine, I'll go with you for a little while." Will ran a hand through his hair, sighing. Xephos beamed at him.
"Fantastic! I know just the place!"
Xephos grabbed Will's hand and led him outside to the top of a grassy hill. Will hadn't put any lighting out this far from base, so it was completely dark, save for the light of the moon and stars and the bright glow of Will and Xephos' eyes and freckles. A knot of anxiety formed in the pit of Will's stomach. Xephos had dragged him out of the warm comfort and safety of his base without so much as a wooden sword and leather armour to protect himself. When he glanced down at Xephos' hip to see if his friend were any better equipped, he was dismayed to find that Xephos had left his trusty diamond xiphos back at his own base. Great.
"Xephos, none of us have any weapons or armour, and it is the dead of night. We are going to die."
"Relax, Will. We'll be fine."
"Xephos..."
"Don't you trust me?"
Will opened his mouth to respond, but the words stuck in his throat. He couldn't deny that he trusted Xephos with his life, nor could he admit it and keep his pride intact. So, he said nothing at all and allowed Xephos to guide him down to a soft patch of grass. They lay side by side, the night air surprisingly warm. Will didn't question the fact that Xephos still hadn't let go of his hand.
The two old friends stared at the sky in comfortable silence. Will watched as the stars twinkled and moved slowly across the blackness. It was a completely different sky from his home planet. Many of the stars were unrecognisable. Will closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. He hadn't felt this homesick, this...alien in a long while.
"Aren't they beautiful, Will?" Xephos said suddenly, squeezing Will's hand tighter. Will turned his head towards him. Xephos' eyes hadn't left the blanket of stars above them. Will followed his gaze back to the vast expanse of space.
"They're unfamiliar," Will replied flatly.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I can still see our world's constellations."
"Oh? Which ones?"
"There's Æleri, Chiund, Kinlle, and Ouær for starters."
"What? Where?"
"Look at me, Will."
Will turned to face Xephos, confused as to what he was playing at. Will had studied the Minecraftian sky more times than he cared to admit, and the only constellations from his home he had ever found were Cœrz and Luxa: the Lovers. Never once had he seen another in this sky.
He looked at Xephos warily. He wasn't sure what to make of the expression on Xephos' face.
"Xephos?" Will said, feeling slightly awkward. "I don't see any of the constellations you mentioned."
"Let me show you."Xephos smiled warmly and lifted his free hand to touch Will's cheek, tracing his glowing freckles. "Here's Æleri and her faithful guardian Chiund. Little Kinlle is to the right, sleeping beside the great Ouær."
Will was equal parts confused and wary. What was Xephos doing? Why? College had been over for years now. Xephos had Honeydew, Lalna, and Lomadia now. He was a hero and Will was a businessman. They were in completely different worlds even though they lived but a few short miles apart. Completely different people. Will had accepted that.
"Xephos..." Will desperately searched Xephos' face for answers, but all he could see was the same undefinable emotion that had been there from the moment they had lain on the grass side by side. Will pretended to not notice how close they were.
"And most importantly," Xephos' fingers slid down Will's jaw. "Cœrz is right here."
Smoke curling, swirling, twirling past my lips
Mixing with the scent of whiskey, gin, and vodka
Eyes close
Nebulae dance
Memories stir
A scorching sun so hot, the palms appear to sway
Lazily lounging on the wafting wind, sugar and smoke sleep
Golden waves cascade down into a pearly, milky valley
Laced with love, the waters gather
Rushing in
Whispering out
Stealing my breath in wisps of steam
Raging fire
Scorching tempest
Singing earthquake
All within the sigh of a man
A seed is planted, soon to sprout
Bloom
Blossom
Bewitch my heart with the golden petals of sun
But not now
Not yet
Here we stand on the beaches, sandy and white
The moon and the sea
You and me
Untainted by the golden stream of Time, our hands entwined
Forever and the stars within our grasp
Bright
Beautiful
Breakable
With unwelcome musk, the whiskey appears in my hand
The umber ocean diluted with the salt of my soul's river
The moon, blackened and distant, sings no more
Smoke and sunflowers, her only echoes
sigma-time-lord replied to your post “So I have this writing contest I’m entering for this writer’s...”
Could we see more of this?
Oh man oh man believe me, my dear, there is soooo much more where that came from. I’m planning on working on it as soon as I finish this other secret project I’m working on.
Sips took a deep breath as he walked towards Strife’s office. He had an important business deal to make with him, and he wasn’t looking forward to it at all. Strife would probably take his deal and twist it so he’d end up losing way more than he could afford all the while thinking he’d gained. It was enough to make any businessman queasy. Yet, business was business, and the deal had to be made, so Sips steeled his nerves and lifted his hand to knock on the door to Strife’s office.
“Hey there Sips~!”
Sips nearly jumped out of his skin. Parvis had opened the office door before Sips had even had a chance to knock and was now grinning at him.
“P-Parvis! Uh, hi I was just…hang on. What happened to you?”
“What do you mean?” Parvis asked, tilting his head and quirking an eyebrow.
“Your lips are really red and swollen, your hair’s a mess, and there’s bite marks all over your neck.”
“Oh that!” Parvis grinned even wider. “Ha you should see the other guy!”
“N-no! Parvis! Don’t you dare!” came a voice from inside. Parvis just winked at Sips and stepped out of the doorway to let him into the office. Sips debated whether pissing off Strife was worth seeing him in a state of disarray worse than Parvis.
He grinned and stepped into the office.
“Good afternoon Strife!” he said, incredibly amused at the sight before him. Strife was floundering to button his now hopelessly wrinkled shirt, his jacket was tossed unceremoniously onto the floor, and his tie hung untied around his neck. And that was just the state of his clothes. Strife’s face was beyond flushed, his usually perfectly styled hair was ruffled into messy curls, and Parvis had left more marks than Sips could even count.
“Mr. Underscore. What do you need?” Strife asked, struggling to keep his voice even as he furiously attempted to straighten out his appearance. His glare just made everything ten times funnier.
“I had something I wanted to ask you, but you seem super busy…playing Twister with Parvis here, so I’ll just be going.” It took most of Sips’ willpower not to laugh at the very flustered CEO standing awkwardly in front of him.
“Mr. Underscore, I-”
“No, no, trust me. It wasn’t that important. It can wait ‘til tomorrow,” Sips said as he made his way out of the office. He caught Parvis giving him a thumbs up out of the corner of his eye, and he grinned. “Have fun, you two.”
The door slammed shut and locked almost immediately after Sips had left the office.
Man, Lomadia is gonna get a kick out of this!
***
“Parvis, I hate you so much.” Strife glared daggers at his intern. He was absolutely furious, and it didn’t matter that Parvis was slinking towards him with a devilish smirk on his face, because he was going to stay furious.
“Oh no, have I been a bad boy~?” Parvis purred in Strife’s ear, trailing his fingers up and down Will’s still half bare chest and ghosting them along his jaw.
“Parvis…” Strife could feel his anger dwindling as a result of Parvis’ touch. Damn it…
“Yes, Will~?” Parvis cooed, grinning toothily; eyes dilated to the point where Strife could only barely see his irises. Strife growled in the back of his throat.
A little while after Parv had floated off, Will threw on the plain (and rather unfashionable) sweat pants and t-shirt that had been assigned to him. His hair was still sopping wet, as the brief towel-dry hadn’t done much in the way of drying his thick hair that had grown remarkably fast now that it wasn’t being trimmed every other day. It brushed the tips of his ears and stuck to his forehead in curls.Will sighed as he studied his hair in the mirror. He hated when it grew out. He’d never liked how it curled. The cowlicks in his hair were placed in precisely the wrong spots in Will’s opinion, making his hair an unruly, curly mess whenever he let it grow out. His hair was impossible to control when it was like that, and Will hated it. He hated being out of control.
Unfortunately, his current situation was completely out of his control, and Will knew it. There was a hot, obnoxious ghost floating in his room and probably making a mess, and he had no idea how to deal with it. He ran his hands through his hair and groaned. Might as well get it over with. He walked back to his room, nodding brusquely at the orderly as he entered. He braced himself to see a mess strewn everywhere, but was surprised to see everything precisely where he’d left it, minus the ghost floating upside down in the middle of the room.
“Hi there!” Parv said cheerily, rotating so he was right-side-up again.
“Why are you here?”
“I told you. There’s loads we need to talk about.”
Will sighed. He had a feeling that whatever Parvis wanted to talk about would be neither good nor welcome, but he had nothing better to do, so what the hell.
“Then talk,” he said, folding his arms. Parvis beamed.
“Oh goodie! Well, Strifeykinz, let’s start out with the basics, shall we? I’m dead, obviously, and you’re special.”
“I wouldn’t call being cursed with seeing you ‘special’.”
“Aw Will! There’s no need to be hostile. It makes your pretty face all liney.”
Will honestly had no idea how to respond.
“Now, where was I?” Parvis continued. “Oh! You’re special and so you need to stop doing naughty things.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, I’m sure we can make some exceptions. Like those scarves you have that would make lovely blindfolds.”
“P-Parvis!” Will spluttered. Parvis laughed and did a flip in the air.
“You’re too precious, Strifey.”
“I thought you had important things to discuss with me.” Will tried and failed to hide his blush.
“Right! Sorry, your face is distracting.”
Will sighed and rubbed his face. “So what happened to you?”
“Sorry Strifey, I don’t do backstory. But I am interested in yours.” Parvis grinned and floated closer to Will.
“Was that...that...did you just quote Tangled at me?”
“...I’m surprised you caught that. Why do you know that Disney movie?”
“I was just about to ask you the same.”
“Okay, let’s be real here, that was a good movie.”
“Parvis, I...um...yeah. Yeah it was.”
“I suppose, based on my quoting, this makes you Rapunzel.” Parvis wiggled his eyebrows and Will blushed.
“Okay, no. Wait a minute. Back up there.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Parvis said, grinning. “You’d make a great Disney princess.”
“First off, no. Secondly, no. Third, let’s not do this. We’ve just met, and you’re a ghost.”
"Aww but you're blond and green-eyed. And Flynn died so I'm perfect for the part."
“Yeah but he lives in the end.”
"Minor detail."
“No, it’s really not.”
“Are you always this uptight?”
“I…” Will paused, his recent issues with redstone rearing their ugly heads in the forefront of his mind. The corner of his mouth twitched downward almost imperceptibly. “Um…no..”
"Good!” Parvis did another flip. “Now you can take that stick out of your cute butt and we can have loads of fun!"
“What?” Will blushed once again. What was with this Parvis guy? Why did he have the uncanny ability to reduce him to a flustered mess? Will wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it. “Leave my butt out of this. Who are you even!?”
"I told you. I'm your guardian not-angel."
“I don’t need a ghost helping me out, Parvis.”
"Ha. Sure. You definitely didn't need me to tell Xeph about your little issue." Parvis raised his eyebrows at Will knowingly. Will decided he didn’t much like how right Parv was.
“Okay, maybe I was a little… I’m seeing ghosts now, Parvis. Is this really better?” Will folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t know how much Parvis knew about him, but he highly doubted that he understood exactly how strenuous being able to see lost and confused spirits was. Hell, he doubted anyone could ever understand.
"Yup!" Parvis grinned as Will narrowed his eyes at him.
“Maybe for you.”
"Sure, I'm excited you can actually respond to my flirting, but the guy in charge said you're special, and I'm assuming he was referring to you being able to see ghosts."
Will blinked. Guy in charge? Special? What? There was no way any of this could be real. He wasn’t special. No, he was crazy, and if by some freak of nature he wasn’t crazy, he was cursed. Special was a word that Will couldn’t even fathom attributing to himself.
“For all I know you’re a figment of my imagination.” He had to be. He just had to. Will didn’t know if he’d be able to handle it if Parvis weren’t.
"Hurtful!” Parvis placed his hand over his heart, his face mockingly offended. “I'm just as real as you!"
“Prove it.”
"How exactly?"
“I don’t know.” Will wracked his brain for ideas, but it was a bit difficult to think with Parvis hovering so close to him. “Tell Xeph to say something stupid.”
"Doesn't he do that anyway?" Will almost smiled at that.
“Okay, tell Xeph to do or say something really specific. Like, something he wouldn’t do unless a ghost told him to. If Xeph can hear and talk to you too, then I guess you can’t be a figment of my imagination.”
"Hmm…” Parvis scratched the stubble on his chin absentmindedly for a moment. The room fell silent. Will opened his mouth to speak, but Parvis’ eyes suddenly lit up with excitement, and he snapped his fingers. “I got it! I'll tell him to call you and tell you you're hot like potato crisps."
“That doesn’t…all right.” Will was beyond confused.
Parvis winked at Will and floated through the roof. Will blinked and sat down on his bed, trying desperately to rationalize the past five minutes. There was no way an admittedly pretty ghost had been sent to look after him. It didn’t make sense. The idea itself was completely ridiculous.
So I have this writing contest I’m entering for this writer’s conference I’m going to in a few weeks, and I’m only allowed to submit the first page of one of my works, so I decided to start that Parvill dragon AU I was talking about on my art blog. Sadly, it has to be freaking double spaced so I could only fit around 200 words in before I had to stop. But anyway, it’d be great if y'all could give me some feedback before I submit it.
“Why are we doing this, Will?”
“It’s the rules, Xephos.”
“The rules are foolish!”
Will opened his mouth to respond, but fell silent. He couldn’t disagree. It was the rules that had estranged him from his home, and it was the rules that had cast him out into the wilderness to hunt the dragon that was terrorizing the outskirts of his kingdom. But now was not the time to bemoan his exile. No, there was a much more important situation at hand. The dragon that he and Xephos had been tracking for six weeks was finally within their sights.
“Parvis,” Will breathed. Finally there was a figure to give to the name. Parvis was curled on a large flat rock near the edge of a pool, his black scales sparkling like obsidian in the noonday sun. Even while dozing he looked majestic and powerful. Will itched to touch him, to feel for himself the dragon’s powerful muscles and cold scales.
“Will.” Xephos’ voice snapped him out of his stupor. “Now’s our chance. Shoot him in the head and you can finally go home.” Will gripped his bow tighter, but couldn’t find the strength to lift his arm and fire an arrow. Parvis looked so peaceful, so beautiful that all ill intentions melted from Will’ mind. It seemed a shame to kill such a magnificent creature.
“Let me admire him first.” Despite Xephos’ frantic admonishing to the contrary, Will emerged silently from the shrubs where they had taken cover. He crept toward Parvis, stepping lightly over the fallen leaves as only elves can. Parvis gave no indication that he noticed or cared about Will other than a quiet exhale and a twitch of his tail.
vaporwave
jacobvanloon
kaledo-art
tangentwithtanner
turnnoffyourmind
izzy806
areudirty
2087
pixelskylines
