Hello! My name is Jackie Cronefield, but you may call me Jackie! This is just a place for me to post my work, and take requests from others. When Iâm not writing, Iâm often reading, playing video games, or studying up on poisons and other subjects. I hope you enjoy your time here!
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had a near-death experience at work today and my boss plus some coworkers kinda just went, "Damn, that sucks. Good luck cleaning the mess."
Remember kids: When a company calls their workforce a "family," it is - just the worst kind possible. Y'know, the ones that DGAF about you or your well-being, even if they say they do
Content Warning: Collars and leashes, rough treatment, pet play implications, vibrators, degradation
Note: Reader's genitalia is not specified.
Happy 420, Easter, and Birthday to Divus! Lot happening today huh?
"Or what?"
That one phrase was enough to set him off. Who do you think you are, hm? He is not one to be toyed with - not one to take teasing, poking, prodding, lightly. Of course he has poise, restraint - but even the strongest, the most resilient of men have their breaking point. It appeared your end goal was to see just how far you had to go to send him over the edge. Well, my dear, you fucked aroundâŠ
âŠAnd now youâre going to find out.
Divus licked the tip of his finger before placing it at the corner of the page and flipping it over. He had now reached the halfway point of this novel - not the best story heâd ever read, but nothing to scoff at either. The occasional thriller certainly spiced up his downtime. As he quietly read the words on the pale parchment, a strangled noise came from below. Divus raised an eyebrow, rolling his wrist to the side to move aside his book and get a clear look at his lap. His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight, scrutinizing every detail. You were still there, not allowed to move, hands tied behind your back with his necktie, lovely red collar secured around your neck, tears streaming down your cheeks.Â
You looked so pretty there, mouth and throat stuffed full of his thick cock, lips swollen from the strain. You gagged again as he tugged at your leash, secured in his other hand, drawing you closer, forcing you to take him down to the hilt once more. His teeth briefly nibbled his bottom lip at the feeling of your throat constricting around his erection, inching him closer and closer to release. Divus examined you as though you were a pitiful pup in timeout, being punished for their misdeeds. Because thatâs exactly what you were.Â
âNow, thatâs not a complaint I hear, is it?â he calmly chastised. His voice was even, steady, as though you hadnât been sucking him off for the past however many minutes. âAnd when I was so generous to throw you a bone,â he added with a smirk. The man watched as you rolled your eyes - the absolute nerve of you. You had tested him enough tonight, and yet you continued to press your luck.Â
Divus rested his book - pages faced downward - on the armrest of the leather couch before he gave your cheek a gentle, yet firm slap. The shock sent your eyelids flying open wide; just as your gaze traveled upwards to meet his, he grabbed your chin and tilted it upwards. âListen here, pup.â His dick slipped out of your mouth with a lewd pop; it took every ounce of his willpower not to groan. âYouâve already shown your tail to me, made a nuisance of yourself - while I was at work, no less! I have been generous with your discipline, and yet you continue to misbehave. Heel, puppy.â
For a moment, you simply stared up at him with those doe eyes, ones that could make, in every other circumstance, make him fall to his knees. He watched them scrunch up as a grin slowly appeared across your face, devious and taunting. âMake me~â you said.Â
Oh, so thatâs how it was going to be, huh? You enjoyed provoking him, driving him to his limits - the brink of insanity? You think your bark would work on him? Oh, puppy, his bite was far worse.Â
âFine then,â he hissed, practically growled. âHave it your way, then.âÂ
With no warning, you were shoved back down onto his dick, tip jamming into the back of your throat. You gagged, hard. Divusâs thumb wiped away at the drool that dripped heavily over the corner of your mouth, smearing it across your reddened cheeks. He leaned back against the cushions of the couch, planting the soles of his freshly shined shoes firmly against the hardwood floor. The hand on your cheek moved up to weave its way through your hair, tangling the strands at the base of your scalp between his fingers. You watched as his other hand tousled the black-and-white locks atop his head; paired with his partly unbuttoned black shirt and unzipped slacks, it gave him a disheveled, yet devilishly handsome appearance.Â
âIf you wish to treat me like a toy made for your amusement,â he gruffed, âI will enact the same treatment on you.â His smile was mocking, sadistic, borderline villainous. It soaked your nethers ever further. âSuch a cute little toy I have~ I hope I donât break it.â His member slid across your tongue, back out of your mouth until only his cockhead rested on the wet muscle. Then with a harsh thrust of his hips, it plummeted back down your esophagus, rough and without mercy. Your whine was synchronized with a grunt from him, followed by a dark chuckle.Â
âOh, but I certainly would never dream of neglecting my precious cock sleeve.â You inhaled a sharp gasp through your nostrils as the low thrum between your legs suddenly rose to a violent earthquake. Your knees dug into the red velvet cushion below you as you squirmed, your moan muffled by your current mouthful. You were coherent enough to take pleasure in the way Divusâs thighs trembled at the vibrations your oral exclamation sent through his pelvis. That coherence would be gone soon, however; Divus would make sure of it. âLetâs see how long you can keep up,â he cooed, right before he found his rhythm within the tight confines of your mouth.Â
I haven't made an outline of it yet, but one thing I do want to write is a certain someone finding out Revon is the headmage's only child, and has lived for at least three centuries.
Whole realization kinda happens like this in my head lol (it's small I'm sorry)
Two friends hanging out in one of their rooms while the other is visiting, having girl talk.
Phoebe: So, have you and lover boy gotten freaky yet?~
Evelia: *blushing* ÂĄÂżQUE?! Why would you ask something like that?!
Phoebe: *shrugs* I was just teasing...buuuuutttt I am curious.
Evelia: ...no.
Phoebe: Damn, really? I mean, no pressure or anything, but I thought you would have at least made out by now.
Evelia: Well, yes, we have, but...just nothing besides that.
Phoebe: And do you want to?
Evelia: *glances away, glaring at the wall* What a question.
Phoebe: So yes.
Evelia: *cuts eyes over at Phoebe in warning*
Phoebe: *raises hands in the air in mock defense* Hey hey, just observing. If you want, I have an idea of how you might "get him going," if you know what I mean.
Evelia: *silent for a moment, then curses under her breath in Spanish* ...fine, what's the idea?
Phoebe: *smiles and gets up from her bed* Alright Lyre, watch closely! This is very precise - been practicing it for a bit now. It's simple, promise; and trust me, if it sends Rolly into a frenzy, it will keel mister man right over~
Despite Phoebe's best attempt, her friend mentally combusted into a pillow at the thought of her repeating those simple movements.
The oxygen was swept from his lungs in an instant. Everything stopped, even time itself. Frozen on the spot, the young man's mind became completely blank - all expect for the question just uttered to him. Uttered so suddenly, almost meekly, for a moment he wondered if he was imagining it was even spoken at all. Yet one look at the woman that sat on the edge of his bed subverted any uncertainty he had.
It was the subtleties in her expression that gave it away. It a long time for him to be able to notice them, and they aided him greatly now. The slightest furrow of her dark brows; the uncertainty and anxiety in her eyes; the way her teeth faintly worried her bottom lip. He focused a little too hard on that last part. Her lips were plump - a dusty pink color. He must have stared for too long for the way her hands began to fiddle with the fabric of her skirt. When he lifted his gaze to meet her eye, she quickly glanced away, obviously nervous.
It would be rather foolish to let her assume he rejected such a bold advance. She rarely made any of her own... Such a daring question surely took a lot of courage. The young man flexed his fingers, balling his hands into fists and then fanning them back out - once, twice, three times, to calm his blazing nerves. His heart was beating so fast, threatening to hammer out of his chest. His cheeks burned, likely a bright red now, much like the lady before him.
He couldn't keep her in suspense. Evelia deserved an answer.
Basically Google is rolling out the ability to track you via your android devices even when you're offline and you have to manually opt out of it. Many android devices no longer come with a wired headphone jack, so if you have Bluetooth headphones or a keyboard or anything, your location will be tracked and stored by your device unless you opt out of this.
I tried using the link they gave me in the email to opt out of it, but it didn't really seem to do anything. So I looked up how to opt out and found the following steps, which worked for my phone:
Opting out from the Find My Device network is as simple as tapping a toggle in your phone's settings.
1. On your Android device, go to Settings.
2. Tap the Google setting.
3. Tap the Find My Device setting.
4. Tap the toggle to off next to "Use Find My Device."
5. Confirm with pin, pattern, or biometrics.
That's it. Your device is no longer participating in the Find My Device network. To rejoin, just flip the toggle back on.
Please reblog to spread awareness. My husband has the same phone as me and he didn't get any emails about this.
Hello all! Just wanted to pop in and say I am opening my commissions once again! There are five (5) slots open as of now. You can find the commission form here, and my carrd for pricing here.
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Sealed in Ink | Albert & Revon + Revon/Divus | Teen Rating
Note: Albert Eastwind belongs to @the-trinket-witch
Content Warning: Mild angst, comfort (no hurt), mild references to sexual intimacy (Revon/Divus)
Albertâs life was about to change. He sat in his chair, frozen, unable to move an inch. He could scarcely breathe, every nerve abuzz with a mix of anxiety and uncertainty. Was this truly the right choice? How would this change him, truly? Should he have thought more of this? His eyes were open wide, gaze glued to the polished wooden desk and the crisp white sheet of paper on the other side.Â
The document was written in black ink, the words detailing his change of fate. At the bottom of the document were two lines, one filled and the other blank. Albert Eastwind, his name, was freshly printed on the first line in elegant cursive - his cursive. The young man stared at his surname: Eastwind. The name shared by his father and mother, the only name heâd ever known. He always took it for granted, rarely ever gave it a separate thought. It was so odd how finite it appeared now.Â
He watched as the tip of a ballpoint pen touched the paper, right above the second, empty line below his name. Black ink spilled from the pen, the head looping this way and that, shaping another form of cursive. It was different from his own hand, yet elegant all the same. It seemed like an eternity was passing him by as the pen set to work writing the second signature needed to solidify the contract. Albertâs hands gripped the sides of his seat, knuckles turning white as his heart pounded in his chest. His vision swam, head growing dizzy as the pen spilled out the last drops of ink to complete the final loop of the signature. He read the words, the name, written there, watching the ink dry, struggling to grasp what was happening.Â
âThere we go,â said a voice across from him. A womanâs voice, all too familiar to him. Her hand gently placed the pen back in its holder, twisting the bottom of the pen to the left so no excess ink would spill out. âItâs done.â
Indeed, it was. Such a simple action had pushed Albert from one part of his life into the next. He felt nausea pool in his stomach, his head continuing to swim. He never took his eyes off the paper, nor the others stapled to it, stacked on top of one another. Albert thought he might feel free, liberated, finally at ease, but he wasnât. His anxiety rose so high he became lightheaded, swaying forward for a moment before jolting back up.Â
âHey!â The person across from him leapt up from her seat and rounded the desk to be at his side. She placed one hand on his shoulder, the other gently turning his head upwards to look at her. âAre you okay?âÂ
Albert should say yes - that he was better than okay. Yet that wouldnât exactly be the truth; to this woman here, Albert would not tell a half-truth to ease her worries. She would see right through him, nor did she deserve it for all sheâd done. âIâŠI donât know,â he admitted, speech unsteady. He saw her, looked her in the eye, yet his gaze was far away. âItâs- Itâs all so strangeâŠâÂ
âI know it is,â she soothed. She bent knelt down, so he wouldnât have to look up and possibly make him feel worse. The hand that held his shoulder slid down to his wrist, where the thumb rubbed soft circles into his wrist. âI knew this wasnât an easy decision for you to make. Do you want to go outside, get some fresh air? Maybe be alone for a while to process things?âÂ
Albert thought the prospect over for a moment. He shut his eyes tight for a few seconds, willing the lightheadedness away before blinking them open again. He nodded his head, âYes, fresh air would be wonderful right now.âÂ
Slowly, carefully, the woman helped him out of his chair and led outside onto the little balcony of the apartment. It was very pretty, decorated with greenery and plush furniture in light-colored hues. A pleasant view of Sage Island greeted Albertâs vision; the town was close enough to where he could see its citizens go about their daily lives, yet far enough away for the noise not to overwhelm him. The sun was beginning to set into the Coral Sea beyond, casting the sky in a mix of pink and violet, with a hint of orange. He took a seat on the little sofa to his right, sighing as the cushions cradled his body and neck, eyelids fluttering shut. The scent combination of the clear waters beyond and the pot of red hibiscuses soothed his rattled nerves further.Â
âTea?â asked the woman, making Albert peek up at her.Â
âYes, thank you,â he replied, voice a hairâs breadth away from a whisper.Â
âBlack or green tea?âÂ
âBlack, please.âÂ
âMilk and sugar?âÂ
Albert nodded wordlessly as he shut his eyes again. He listened to the woman turn to leave, heard her take a step off the balcony and back into the apartment. A sudden urgency seized him then; his eyes shot open and he called out for her. âRevon?â The raven-haired woman turned to him, golden eyes intently searching for anything that might be wrong with the boy. âThank you.âÂ
For a second, Albert thought she might cry. That lapse of emotion faded quickly, however, as she smiled at him. She didnât need to reply to him with words - the look on her face was all the answer he needed. Revon then turned and disappeared past the doorway, leaving Albert to shut his eyes and simply enjoy the pleasantness of the coming evening. He listened to the birds chirp in the trees, the distant crashing of waves, the quiet buzzing of various insects above and below the balcony. Before he drifted off into the instance between sleep and awake, the image of that signed document flashed behind his eyelids. That moment would truly be something he would remember for the rest of his days.Â
The day of his adoption.Â
âHow is he?â Divus asked, shrugging off his fur coat before carefully placing it on a hanger in the closet beside the front door. Despite his vast love for the statement piece, he must be glad to disrobe himself of it after a long day of teaching.
âGood, I think,â Revon replied from her seat on the couch in the living room. âHe left a few hours ago with Azul, Jade, and Floyd - to a celebratory dinner, I think.âÂ
âAnd they didnât invite you?â Divus inquired on the edge of a chuckle.Â
âOh, they did, but I thought it best for them to go on without me. Let Albert have some time with them after everything.Â
Divus gave an understanding nod. As he stepped into the room, he looked down at the coffee table, then about the rest of the area. âWhere are the papers? I want to sign them before I settle in.âÂ
Revon nodded her head towards the spare room, which sheâd converted into a study. âIn there, on my desk. I canât remember where the witness signs though.âÂ
âIâll find it,â he said as he disappeared into the room. Revon smiled after him, heart pitterpattering like a butterflyâs wings. He was so sweet, witnessing the adoption for them. He would do more if she asked, Revon knew he would. Within minutes, Divus appeared again, heading towards the kitchen. He glanced her way, stopping long enough to ask, âMind if I grab a drink?âÂ
âLong day?âÂ
He sighed, exasperated with a hint of frustration, weaving a hand through his black-and-white hair as he walked away. âYou have no idea.âÂ
Revonâs smile only widened as she watched him go. She could already guess which students were the cause of her loverâs strife. Perhaps it was even one of Albertâs little boyfriends, Floyd. He was one of the trademark troublemakers, after all. Though he could get out of hand, Revon thought the boy was rather funny at times. That, and Divus really couldnât complain too much; once upon a time, he was the bane of Treinâs existence.Â
After fixing himself a glass of red wine, Divus took a seat next to Revon. He took a long sip, savoring the sweet, mildly tangy taste before setting the glass on the coffee table in front of him. âNo whiskey tonight?â Revon asked on the edge of a chuckle.Â
âFor how much I plan to drink tonight, I would rather not. I donât fancy a hangover in the morning.â Divus reached over to Revon and pulled her legs up and over his lap, settling her thighs atop his. He placed his hand atop one of hers, thumb stroking the subtle flesh lazily in no particular fashion. One of his many forms of stress relief. Unlike other touches, Revon didnât get the sense Divus planned to do more with her tonight. Probably for the best, given the current circumstances, not to mention their honored guest.Â
âHow are you feeling?â Divus looked Revon in the eye, searching for anything that might be wrong.Â
âRelieved,â Revon sighed, âbut still cautious. I know his father wonât be all too happy when he finds out Albert disowned him.â She shrugged, glaring at the wall behind them. âOr maybe heâll be just as relieved, the rat bastard.âÂ
Divusâs brow furrowed, sharing her sentiments, yet worrying for her well-being all the same. He retracted his hand from her thigh (for the moment) in favor of caressing her cheek, turning her to him. He offered her a playful smirk, âHow does it feel to be a mother?âÂ
She chuckled. âA little weird, if Iâm being honest. For a while there, I thought Iâd never have kids. Then Albert walked in; since his father wasnât going to do his job, and I knew no one else would, I justâŠâ She shrugged once more. âI just hope Iâll be good enough for him.âÂ
Divusâs fingertips traced the shell of her ear, careful to avoid its point. This was not a time to touch sensitive areas. âWhile I cannot say I know the first thing about parenting, I have no doubt youâll be everything that boy needs, Red.â He took a black lock of hair between his fingers and leaned down to kiss it, never breaking eye contact with her. âYouâre practically a goddess when it comes to knowing othersâ needs and desires, even if they donât know it themselves.âÂ
Revonâs smile returned, but it hesitated for a split second before appearing. Goddess⊠Was it the right time to tell him? She had been meaning to for a while now, turning ideas over in her head of how to bring it up. Divus knew her mother was not in the picture, knew Revon and Crowley had not seen her in centuries. Yet her identity, as it had remained for that long, was kept secret. Only a select few knew of it; to tell Divus would be the ultimate form of trust between them, for her at least.Â
âDadâs going to generate a hurricane for how many circles heâs going to fly when he finds out he has a grandson, technically. Maybe heâll actually pay attention to his needs more.âÂ
Divus laughed as his hand went back to her thigh, âOne can hope.â
Revon placed her hand over his, glad to feel his skin instead of the leather of his gloves then. Unbeknownst to others, like her father, physical touch was her love language. The skin-to-skin contact was more than welcome for the revelation she was about to finally bestow upon the man who taught her to love, truly love, again. âI know mom would have been elated, at least I think so. Dad always said she was over the moon when she found out she was pregnant with meâŠâ She met his gaze, and for once anxiety pooled in her gut as she looked deeply into those silver pools. âDivus, about mom-â
The sound of the door being unlocked caught their attention. They turned to watch it open; Albert walked through, softly closing and locking it behind him with the key Revon gave him months past. For a second, he didnât notice them, tucking the key into his pocket and wiping the soles of his shoes on the mat before taking a few steps further inside. The handsome brown eyes behind his glasses widened in surprise as he saw the two sitting on the couch, halfway to cuddling. âO-Oh! Pardon me, Revon, Professor Crewel, I wasnât aware you-â
âNo apologies needed.â Divus stood from the couch, but not before Revon retracted her legs from his lap. A couple strides and he took before the young man, tilting his head downward to meet his eye. He and Revon both could practically see the sweat beginning to bead behind Albertâs neck. Divus tucked his hands in the pockets of his black slacks as he spoke. âYou behaved yourself while you were out, I assume?â
Albertâs words stuttered a bit as he replied, âY-Yes, sir.â The boy was so taken aback by the sight of his professor that he scarcely knew what to think, let alone what to say. He knew he and Revon were a couple, a close one at that; heâd even seen them out together outside of the college a time or two. Still, it was just so odd to see Professor Crewel soâŠ.casual. His signature coat was nowhere in sight, his red tie loose around his collar, hands not encased in their usual red leather; his hair was slightly disheveled, as though itâd been tousled lately; his tone wasnât stern, commanding respect as it often was, but softer, not as tense. Though it was odd to think, Professor Crewel was not his superior in this moment - just a man visiting his girlfriend after work.
The older manâs eyes narrowed slightly, the glimpse of a smirk crossing his handsome features. âUse your words properly. Relax - there is no need to be nervous.âÂ
Albert nodded, taking a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling. âI should have called before I came back. I knew you would come by here sometime later to sign the papers, I just didnât know when.â He looked almost sheepish as he peeked over at Revon. âI didnât mean to, umâŠinterrupt anything.âÂ
âYou did no such thing,â Divus assured. He raised a brow at Albert, smirk more prominent now. âIs it not a normal sight for you to see two adults conversing after work?â
Albert knew, like Revon, his professor would know if he was lying. So, he answered honestly, âNo, sir, Iâm afraid it isnât.âÂ
Divusâs smirk left for a moment, eyes widening slightly. He looked almost unsure of what to say, as though heâd accidentally made a mistake. As quickly as that instance came, it was gone, replaced by his usual quiet confidence and bravado. Albert envied it, just a little. âEven so, there is no offense taken. This is your home now, is it not? I should be apologizing to you, coming here unannounced.â
Albert nearly protested, but then realized Crewel was kidding - pulling his leg, as it were. It was so odd for the man to address him in such a way; Albert supposed he would get used to it with time. Because he was right: This was Albertâs home now, too. Finally, the boy smiled. âI suppose youâre right.â He peeked back over at Revon, inquisitive as he asked, âI meant to ask earlier: Do I stay here tonight? I could always call Azul to come back and-âÂ
âAlbert, I just adopted you,â Revon interrupted with a laugh. âIâm not just gonna kick you out on the street!â She got off the couch, bare feet padding across the floor until she came to stand next to Divus. âYouâre stuck with me now, boy.âÂ
Albert wasnât sure what caused him to burst into tears then. Was it the knowledge that he no longer had to face his father and his distaste of him anymore? Was it the internal battle inside him being waged, wondering if he was replacing his mother by being adopted by Revon? The question if he should keep his name as Albert Eastwind, or change it to Albert Crowley? Revon said he could keep his name, as it was his right to have, but was it fair to her; did he really want to keep his fatherâs name? Could it also be the fact that, aside from his boyfriends, he finally found a place to call home? The adoption took months to complete, and yet it seemed like everything was happening so fast.Â
Albert collapsed into Revonâs arms, which held him securely to her person. He sobbed into her shoulder, wet tears drenching the fabric of her sleeve. The sorrowful sounds he made were muffled against her skin, sniffling as one of her hands reached up to gently pet his head. He felt a larger hand come to rest on his shoulder - Divus, no doubt. Albert opened his eyes just enough to peer up at the man, who stood still just behind Revon, gaze glued on Albertâs head, the emotion within his pupils soft, even though Albert could not pinpoint the exact one it was. Right now, he didnât care. Albert just allowed himself to weep; let himself release all the feelings heâd been holding in since he and Revon began this entire process.Â
He would go back to living in his dorm once the weekend was over - back to his normal life of a schoolboy. Yet, unlike before, things felt a little easier, a little lighter, a little brighter. He felt safe, accepted, truly loved. There were more obstacles to be faced down the road, surely, but the fear Albert might have felt in the past was no longer there. Any uncertainty about Revon and the secrets she might keep were but a wisp in the wind. For the first time since his mother passed, Albert could trust someone to be his guide, his parental figure.Â
He only hoped his three fishes really wouldnât try to get away with more in the way of Revon. Crewel had enough headaches, he thought.Â
A running gag I have is Revon's repeated need want to adopt some of the students at NRC, particularly ones that have bad parents. She would adopt Riddle as her own if she could, and she's told @the-trinket-witch 's Albert several times he always has a place in her home, should he ever want or need it.
Divus collects dogs, Revon collects children....you know what, that sounds weird, so we're going to say she collects adoption papers instead, lol.
Revon is so different from Crowley one can scarce believe they're related, let alone they are father and daughter. But there are signs.
(Warning: Angst, with mentions of depression, loss of a loved one, and alcoholism)
Her hair and eye color is the most obvious give away: Locks of raven black, eyes of shining gold. Both against her fair skin are quite striking, to be true. Let us not forget her pointed ears, too - the sign of her fae heritage. If the headmage were only to take off his mask around others, one could plainly see the familial resemblance. Yet he does not, and thus those not in the know could truly miss those resemblances.
Body language is a sutler telltale. The way the two cock their heads to the side, like a bird examining an object below. How they cross their arms and place their hands on their hips just so. On occasion, Revon will even stretch out her hands in the way her father does when he's busy telling someone how gracious and generous he is a secret coping mechanism for his inner demons. Revon will mock this habit of his from time to time, too.
The ability to shapeshift into a black bird is one kept secret, at least for a time. It is possibly the strongest link between the two. However, while Crowley shapeshifts into a crow, Revon shapeshifts into a raven. Crowley will muse at times that he predicted it when he picked out her name; Revon was not able to shift until she graduated from being a toddler. Unless the crooked man has the gift of prophecy hiding in his feathery cape, Revon highly doubts his claim to be true. She's even asked two close family friends for confirmation; it's bullshit, they confirm.
Though their personalities seem opposites of each other, there are two in particular Revon inherited from her father. One of them is the protectiveness she holds for her loved ones. Crowley is fiercely protective of his little bird; he will do everything in his power to ensure not a single hair or feather is harmed on her pretty person. Unlike her father, though, Revon does not let this meld into possessiveness. It was their first real fight, high up in his office at Night Raven College, over Revon's new beau. Tempers flared; voices were raised to heights where a passerby three halls down could hear them clear as day. Crowley's signature mask was thrown to the ground by him in anger. Therein lies the other trait they share: Stubbornness. That unwilling resolve scarcely broken. Both combined in the man's fear of letting his precious daughter go - of letting her fully take flight on her own. She was allowed to in every other facet of life, but love? With a man he often butted heads with? Who, in his mind, was far from fit to court his daughter?
Crowley has a hard time letting go, you see. He feels he is losing Revon, day by day, as the centuries pass. Yes, she is fully grown, a woman all her own, and he could not be prouder of who she has become. Yet that fear lingers - the fear of her being hurt, of losing her for good. He can't take that, he could not survive it. He already lost someone once. If only he had all the power in Twisted Wonderland, he would pry open the branches and bark trapping his love, keeping her from him, and release her. Finally release her. Dire suffers daily, dreaming she may one day walk through the doors of his office and grace him with her heavenly smile and sweet voice again. Revon reminds him so much of her - the better half of him. Whenever he looks upon his daughter's face, he sees her. The thought of losing Revon, of her being hurt like her mother, he cannot stand it!
And so goes one bottle of scotch, another bottle of brandy. So echoes the cries of a broken man, ancient tears streaming down his face, staring out the window of his office that holds a clear view of that treasured, yet equally accursed tree. The pressure of being a single father, a responsibility thrust upon him so suddenly it sent his mind reeling, combined with the pain of losing the one he held most dear, the light of his life that drove him to be good, or at least try, desperately try, was too much to bare. Yet there he stands, pearly whites grinning at whoever passes by, flourish movements and gestures given to all, behind a mask that hides his hundreds of years of suffering.
"Daddy, when will mommy come back?"
For as much as he brags about his daughter, flaunts every little similarity to him, he loves nothing more than the fact that she is, in every way, her mother. Dire is grateful for that - grateful she did not turn out like him. Cruel to a fault, selfish, trying and failing time and again to pretend he is not. But he does not pretend for his daughter, and he did not pretend for her mother. Yet the longer she remains out of reach, the farther his daughter flies away, the more that will to try crumbles away. It shows in the way he feels, to this day, that man is not good enough for his daughter. Humans die far faster than fae, his daughter knows this, smart as she is, and yet she chooses to be in that man's arms. The arms of her father have been replaced with the arms of his coworker, and though he tries to be civil, for the sake of his daughter's happiness, Crowley can only take so much. That black-and-white coated thorn in his side will one day hurt his daughter, whether he means to or not. And there she will be, just like him, mourning forevermore.
Dire Crowley will do everything to make sure that does not happen. Not to his daughter. The one shred of light and happiness he has left. If she goes, so does he, and the world itself.
Literally.
He's grown tired of its disregard for his wife's sacrifice anyway.
Not only because of what all transpired in the ending, but on how it changes so much in the stories of my two children: Andromeda and Persayis. (Don't mind my rambling, I've had a busy two days, and after all that happened in Book 7's ending I am just mentally blah)
I always had the intention of Persayis being directly involved with Book 7, given her and Lilia's relationship. However, I never wanted her experiences and events to overpower that of Silver, Sebek, Lilia, and Malleus. It's a delicate balancing act, but one I've been enjoying immensely the past two years. It involves Persayis finally accepting who she is, her past and all; finally allowing her to accept herself and that she can life a happy life despite that past. The fact she finally acknowledges Silver as her son out loud, even if Lilia never officially adopted him (at the time), and she is not married to Lilia (for the moment). That she develops a deeper understanding of the man she loves, and despite all the secrets he's kept from her, she loves him more now than she did then. Persayis forms deeper bonds with the Diasomnia boys, and enters the next phase of her and Lilia's relationship, while also confronting and overcoming demons that have tortured her for centuries. Just like Lilia.
Andromeda, on the other hand, has taken a bit of a backseat in my workings of Book 7. Yes, she was present at the beginning, but once everyone is put into their deep slumber, she disappears. Like everyone else, she is trapped in her own perfect dream - yet it's partly different from the others'. Malleus is directly involved in hers; that is, he is actually present there, not just a figure of him. Andromeda is his love - not just that, his fiance. His betrothed. Though it is a wonderful happening that they are intertwined already, long before they met and fell in love, there is a darkness to the coupling. Andromeda and Malleus, as of now, are trapped in an inescapable partnership, one formed shortly after Malleus hatched, and Andromeda was born. Not even Lilia was aware of it. Whether or not they grew to love each other, they would be wed upon Malleus taking the throne. Andromeda will be subjected to the duties and expectations of the Draconias; the Senate will try their best to control her, as they did Malleus and his mother, possibly even grandmother. And what of her and Malleus's children? The very same, no doubt. Unless Malleus does something about it.
The dream he puts Andromeda in is his perfect world for the two of them. The Senate do not have a say in their lives; their rule is peaceful, tranquil. She and Malleus are loved deeply by their people, and are surrounded by those they love without fear of criticism or ridicule. They can do as they please; they can be themselves, free of expectation and royal decorum. However, despite his good intentions, his wish to protect the woman he loves, he is trapping her in his own cage. Like their engagement, Andromeda cannot escape the dream. Andromeda soon figures out it is not reality, but what can she do to confront Malleus on her own? Nothing. It has only been a year since her fae origins, her royal status, was revealed to her; Andromeda has yet to master he magic, let alone her wings. Andromeda can do nothing but bide her time until help arrives in the form of her friends. It is only then that Andromeda wields what power she is capable and, gently but firmly, tell Malleus to stop all of this. And what does the prince feel about this?
Confusion. Betrayal. All of his loved ones have betrayed him, and he cannot fathom why.
Though Persayis and Andromeda's stories take two different standpoints and directions, they have their similarities. They are both trapped by something out of their control: Persayis by her past, Andromeda by her engagement. Lilia and Malleus share the same, in a way. Both pairs parallel the other. This was my intention from the beginning. Lilia and Persayis retain a deep understanding of each other very few can relate to, the same with Malleus and Andromeda. One felt he was undeserving of love, while the other felt he could never obtain it because of his power. And here comes these two separate fae, full of their own secrets and revelations, that showed them that that couldn't be further from the truth.
As much as I am excited to explore and show all of you how their stories play out, I do not want them to overpower the canonical one shown in the game. Book 7 is about familial love, and I do not wish to take from that. (I'm still dying from the ending y'all). I will do everything in my power to make sure I keep the delicate balance between the two.
There's one song I've been listening to recently that really gets me going when writing all this. At first, I thought of Persayis and Lilia for it, as I often do, but the more I listen to it, the more I realize it also fits Malleus and Andromeda. I had no intention to make each couple so similar to each other in terms of dynamic and struggles, but here we are. I think it's fitting, really. Malleus takes after the man who raised him, truly.
Persayis and Lilia have gained their freedom from their demons. Only time will tell if Malleus and Andromeda are able to fully claim theirs. As in love as they may be, they are still trapped by the betrothal and the looming responsibility and expectation forced upon them. Though Persayis and Lilia's story is mostly over, theirs has only begun. I'm very much looking forward to how it all plays out in my crazy little head, lol.
WHEN A MAN FLIRT WITH YOU WITHOUT SHAME AND YOUR DUMBASS THINKS HE'S JUST BEING NICE/DOING HIS JOB
Y'ALL HE WAS CUTE TOO I HAVE THE SOCIAL GRACES OF A DAMN GOLDFISH-
