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[friedkactus]

Did this template for Lily while resting my hands a bit from art and edited her an artbreeder portrait thing

[friedkactus]

30 micro fics challenge

Fighting.

Words. An incredibly underutilized form of violence if you asked Lily. 

You're more mercenary than Wayfarer.

You can inflict so much more damage when wielded correctly, more than you could ever incite with any weapon—magic or otherwise.

Finding you was a mistake.

Cuts and bruises? Given enough time those heal, if you’re lucky they rarely even leave a trace. Words worm their way into you like poison, dig far further than something as shallow as skin deep making a home above your heart—the better to weigh you down. They strike with a precision a dagger could only ever dream of.

You need me more than I need you.

Especially when they come from someone you love, because that’s when they seem the most true.

Anger.

Lily doesn’t know what set her off. 

Maybe it was the fact that the man was breaking their agreement despite a job well done. Or the way he tried to push through Lily and Aeran. 

“Magianis,” he had spat, as if the taste of the word itself was foul. Lesser. “You’re as useful to the world as coin is to a corpse. Empty, magic-less bastards.”

This was hardly the first time some asshole had decided to make their own prejudice her problem, and it certainly wouldn't be the last—hell, she’s even heard worse from her own family—she knew this.

And yet she can’t help but feel satisfaction at the sickening crunch of his nose beneath her fist. 

Anger courses through her, white hot and familiar, boiling over with ease. She’d taken too much shit for far too long today. She repeats the action, once, twice, three more times. Aeran’s warning is distant in her ear, his presence is the only thing pulling her punches in the slightest. 

Her anger is far from satiated, but she settles for taking what’s owed as she cuts the bag of coins from the man’s belt.  “If you ever want coin to have use for you again, I suggest you stay down.”

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30 not so micro fics

Inventory

Swear I’ll actually make micro fics at some point instead of word vomiting all over the place. lol

Lilicae and Aeran shenanigans in Rona.

“I know I was gone for a little more than a second but this reaction seems like overkill?” Aeran quips as he takes in the scene laid before him, standing in the threshold of his and Lily’s shared apartment.

Whether or not Lily actually heard him is anyone’s guess, as his words do not seem to deter her in the slightest as she continues her brutal dismantling of their ramshackle temporary home. Not that there was much to dismantle to begin with, but if it could be moved she moved it. Their lumpy pillows were haphazardly strewn across the floor boards along with their bedrolls, even some of the floor boards themselves had been pulled up.

“I’ve lost it,” she mutters as she upends her pack onto the floor, although Aeran isn’t sure if that’s meant to be a response to him or for herself.

“I can see that,” he responds, the door closing with a creaking thud behind him.

His lighthearted jab has the desired effect as she finally stops her ruthless assault against their apartment long enough to shoot him a less than impressed look over her shoulder.

“Alright,” he puts his hands up in mock surrender, “what is it this time and where did you last see it?” 

Lily scoffs, hand indignantly placed on her hip, “I do not do this that often.”

“Mmhm, so where and what?” 

Lily narrows her eyes, “My hairpin,” her face falls as she refocuses her attention back to the source of her impromptu sacking of their apartment. Aeran nods, understanding clicking into place, usually she misplaces her pendant or Sero’s letter, but he should’ve figured only her mother’s hairpin could have gotten her this worked up. 

He can see her eyeing his own pack, itching to leave no stone unturned in her search, so before she has the chance he grabs her arm grounding her back into the conversation, “Where was it last?”

Lily inhales sharply, whipping around to toss her pack back against the wall, when a glint catches Aeran's eye. He has to work at hiding the smile that’s threatening to spill across his face at the absurdity of his newfound—incredibly Lily-like— discovery.

“I was writing down some clues to better help myself think, I don’t know, I took it out of my hair,”

she continues obliviously. “I set it down for just a second. Then, you said you were going to the apothecary—Aeran, it’s not funny.”

Crap. He tries to school his expression into something more neutral, but he can hardly help himself at this point, “No, I know. Ignore me, I’m listening.”

“If you’re not going to help—“

“No, I’m pretty sure I know where it is but I need you to finish to be sure.” 

Lily narrows her eyes incredulously but indulges him anyway,“I turned to tell you goodbye and then when I turned back it was gone.” She finishes with a huff. 

“No.”

Lily raises a brow at that, “No?” she parrots back, stunned at his response. She expected a lot of responses but that, however, was not one of them.

“No.” he repeats once more, no longer hiding his amusement (not that he did well earlier).

“Well this has been a lovely waste of a conversation,” she responds tersely, patience running thin as Aeran finally relents. One of the perks of knowing someone so long, you know precisely when you’ve run out of rope.

As she goes to stomp off Aeran places a soothing hand on her shoulder.

“Yes, you took it out of your hair,” he begins a bit too smugly for Lily’s liking. Her fuming is interrupted at her sudden awareness of his proximity as he leans in close enough for her brain to short and her breath to catch. 

For a moment, she forgets what they're doing, she then feels a slight tug, dark turquoise hair framing her vision, as Aeran pulls back without missing a beat, “and then you picked it up and put it back in ‘So you wouldn’t lose it’.” He quotes with a smug look on his face.

Lily feels her face burn for a slew of reasons and all she can think to posit from the mush that is her mind at that moment is a very soft barely audible, “Oh.”

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30 micro fics challenge

Tagging @ghostwise because you inspired me dfsdgfk supposed to be micro but i am insane lmao

First meeting. 

Lily doesn’t cry when they tell her. She doesn’t demand any answers or scream in defiance. Having a reaction would mean recognizing what’s happening and she can’t do that right now. She doesn’t even feel real any more as the dwarven man takes her hand. 

Her father says something in parting but she can’t tell if the words are for her or the man—Cenric, Lily remembers numbly as she boards into the back of an empty cart. His name is Cenric, and he is something called a Wayfarer. And he owns her now.

Owns. There was no other word for it, he paid for her and she saw it. The clatter of bagged coins passing between hands echoes in her mind and nausea lurches in her.

Everything feels delayed. Distorted, like when she gets water lodged in her ears when she swims on shore in the summertime—the cart jolts violently and as if on queue that’s when it hits her, she doesn’t know if she’ll ever swim on that shore again. 

Images flash in Lily’s mind the blue of the sea, an even bluer sky, surrounded by cliffs of white. 

She watches out of the back of the cart as Tol Covere drifts further and further, until it’s just a speck and then finally nothing. And only then, when her home is truly gone, does she allow herself to cry. 

Mourning both what she has lost and what she has never had.

Memories. 

“Aeran?” It comes out of Lily as a question rather than a statement of recognition. She grips the hilt of Nerine tighter as he begins to cross the desert between them, a myriad of explanations screening across her thoughts.

The first thing she rules out is illusion magic, she would see through it being a magianis and all. 

He’s halfway to her now.

She considers dehydration but she hasn’t been in the deserts of Karth long enough to dehydrate much less hallucinate, has she? 

Just a few more steps.

Next is the sandwraith, it managed to knock her around quite a bit, maybe she was concussed—

He’s here. She doesn’t know how long she stands there gaping at him saying nothing. Lily doesn’t believe he’s real, he can't be, he would never find her like this. She would never be so lucky—

Aeran rests a tentative hand on her shoulder, “Lily? Are y—”

And that’s all it takes, Nerine falls from her hand instantly, clattering softly into the sand as Lily all but crushes herself against him. Her shaking hands twist furiously into his cloak, as if she can keep him from disappearing if she just holds on tight enough. The buckle on his chest is hard against her cheek and he smells like dirt and sun and Aeran. When he hugs her back she can barely hold back the sob sitting in her chest. He’s really here.

“Aeran,” she breathes, pulling back enough to look him in his eyes, an awkward tearful smile on her face, “hi.”

He chokes on a laugh, shaking his head as he pulls her into an embrace of his own.

“Hi, Lily.”

[drfaustus]

christopher marlowe wrote plays 400 years ago and they went on to give me massive brain rot

[drfaustus]

literally how was i supposed to read this and be normal about it

[spectralsuggestions]

i like the concept of soulmates—not a “you’re destined to meet me, and love me” kind of soulmate, but a “i’d pick you, every time.” kind of soulmate. a “no matter what happens, and what has happened, i want to go through it with you.” kind of soulmate. a “i love you by choice, and you’re a blessing, and i’m going to continue thinking about you this way not because i have to but because i want to.” kind of soulmate. a “you help me rest easy when everything is difficult” kind of soulmate. a “in every possible outcome, i want you there, to share it with me.” kind of soulmate.

[fox-guardian]

he’s a sweetheart he’s a bitch he’s just a little guy he’s so very powerful he’s the kindest of souls he’s SO rude he means everything to me

[violentdevotion]

need a man who's battling with God

[violentdevotion]

it's only hot if he's losing

[oopsprompts]

“Well, legally, I have committed many crimes, but morally, I feel good about my standing.”

[taahko]

bro dont interrupt me when im homosexualizing. dont break my flow when im transing my gender dude

[ohevoyev]

country boys wear the tightest pair of blue jeans you’ve ever seen and unbutton their flannel to the nipple like.. who at this rodeo needs to know you’re a slut. the clown?