truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
Thinking about how kaneeka returned to the general store to protect her father's legacy from the scarlets because her mother and little brother werent able to step up. Thinking about Kaneeka fought tooth and nail to keep the scarlets from buying the general store because it was one of the few things in the holler that wasnt owned by them. Thinking about how the store was full of her dad's old stuff, photos of him and his father hanging up on the walls. Kaneeka fought so hard for a town she hated just because it was the responsibility she had, because she felt like it was the right thing to do even though it was so thankless and she just wanted to go back to college.
Thinking about how when sybil erases kaneeka, she erases the general store too as well. Its some sort of biologist office now. That entire legacy gone :(
problems when you're in the religious studies game:
when you see a woman being said to be a "mystic", you just know that she is a philosopher and/or a theologian but because she is a woman she can't be that yk
you become a machine to detect post Council of Trent sanctity's tropes
glorification of anorexia
Apparitions of Our Lady (i didnt know it would become a problem in my life)
researchers in the field are old
you will find yourself going against centuries of tradition. it's important that you push through because i swear that you're onto something
unlike your peers from centuries ago, no, you can't justify everything by "it was told to me by god in a dream", and yes, that sucks
Hey if you’re schizophrenic/psychotic I just want you to know that you’re a wonderful person and that you deserve so much better than the demonization, marginalization and stigmatization you face in this society.
Please consider reblogging this/other positivity posts for schizophrenic/psychotic people every once in a while. If you have more than 100 followers, odds are that a couple of them experiences psychosis and that they rarely see positivity posts for people with their symptoms.
Skuld (mentioned) and Kaizarz belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author and Canopus to @noa-de-cajou
My nights have not been full of much sleep since the birth of my daughter.
For several reasons. The first one being I am still very worried about Skuld. She looks so tired and I can't shake the feeling I have almost lost her, back then in that infirmary when she gave birth while I couldn't be here to help.
The second one is that even though Ashildr was born in a lot of difficulties, she seems to have enough energy to cry every night for one of us. Right now, everyone on the boat is relaying to check if she's still in good health, especially Kaizarz that I have never seen this overzealous, but still, no problems doesn't mean restful nights.
And the last one is simply my usual nightmares. I still see Kaizarz unresponsive on his bed back there in Ananiikom, then him reduced to smitherens by Hrotheim in the Hall of Glory, and now Skuld closing her eyes for a time that felt like forever. It changes from the drowning of the Lycan, but I don't know if it's because I have processed this grief or just if I have whole new ways to suffer, now.
This is probably the reason why I decided to acknowledge Canopus's effort and read the little texts he gave me, at first to give me a distraction from the birth. It didn't work, not that I didn't want it to, but I couldn't read them back then since Domhildr did her little show (gods I love that woman) and Kaizarz didn't want to. Which was the first reason I asked Canopus in the first place.
So. That's me. You're probably wondering why I ended up in this situation. The situation being me bent over my desk red as fuck and feeling my insides twitch at every move I do.
Damn it Canopus. It's not like you're a decent writer. You are, but I've been used to the thousands-years-old talent of Ink's darling revolutionnary writer. It's just that I realise that I've been pent-up a long time and my preference to men is very much showing right now.
Worst is probably my luck absolutely abysmal with said men because, why are all the one I fall in love with and would want to do that with them either dead, not returning any of my feelings or not interested in sex, sometimes all of this at the same time ?
Bah. It's funny really. The rejection didn't kill that in me I guess, probably never will, but hey. It is what it is. That won't kill me, anyway.
Anyway. I put down the papers with a huge, huge sigh, try to regain my composure, think about something else that is NOT Kaizarz. In this situation, I mean. Gods.
Eh, speaking of Kaizarz. Didn't I have something to show him ?
He seems to have witnessed a lot of things in the Hall of Glory I wonder if this would now be enough to bypass his innocence.
I think I have a genius idea.
After having taken some time to recollect myself, i take a paper from my current diary and write a little note on it. One second of hesitation later and I draw a little heart next to the note. Well. We did say no more repression.
Canopus is on the deck when I find him, seemingly used to his seasickness, now. At least he's not vomiting everywhere when I find him. That's a progress. And even though he's still a bit pale he has all the energy to throw that very annoying smile at me.
"Tyyyyyyr ! You look very crimson there my gal, anything wrong ?"
Of course it's the first thing he remarks. He's not crazy perceptive, all the contrary, but despite my very blue scales my cheeks are stil red-blood, even though the images are now somewhere deep in my brain.
"Yeah, no thanks to you, Canopus. How did you write as much in like five days."
"Sheer half-elf audacity. Glad you like it~"
I roll my eyes for all answer, but that doesn't stop him at all. All the contrary, he smiles even more now.
"Now tell me, what was your favorite part. Was that the male pregnancy, the whole chivalrous knight kink, the five-hours-long-"
"I would like you to stop talking now."
He makes the zipping mouth sign, still smiling, but too late, the images are back. Because of course he had to hit many of my weaknesses with that text. What would that have been if it was written like Ilya's. I would have died from blue balls, probably.
Anyway.
"I am very curious about the genosian technology described to knock up a person with no womb whatsoever but this is not why I'm here."
"You wanna get pregnant after how Skuld took it ????"
"Stop being so dramatic, I said I was curious, not willing to try it."
Even though....
No. Back off, images ! Shoo !
Anyway.
"I have, actually, something I wanna ask of you."
"Oooooooh, Tyrfing Harkyrsen, Storm-Forged is actually asking for my aid ? What is it, what is it ?"
I lift my little package with a slight smile. Containing the note I wrote earlier, a sweet "Courtesy of Canopus <3" written in my best handwriting and all the images-making-pages I just spent my morning reading.
"You remember what we promised when you told me you were writing it ?"
"Yes, show it to Kaizarz first, why ?"
"Kaizarz is the best plan-thwarter so I don't blame either of us for this breach in contract. Buuuuut I still want to see his face, especially after reading it. Soooooooo......."
Canopus hesitates a bit, seemingly lost in thought, before I see a light gleam in those grey eyes I could not hold, weeks ago.
No. Months, in fact.
"You want to give it to him."
"In fact, I want to put it in his room. He is too nice, I know he will not throw it without reading it first, he respects everyone's work too much. And seeing a Kraken-King redder than his beard would be, actually, delicious."
In more than one way.
"So you need me to distract him."
I wink.
"You understand me. Get the king out of his bedroom for a few minutes, it's all I ask of you."
I can say a lot of things about Canopus, but not that he's a half-asser. A few minutes after this little conversation our rookie is already dragging our king outside with his usual flair. I am glad he has a taste for theatrics, for once. It's giving me all the opportunities I need.
So. Going in his room on tiptoes, not getting spotted by Meili who lurks around or Nru who's still hasn't flew away, it seems. It's a funny sight, really, to see me, the almost seven feet tall giant, walking the more discreetly I can towards my king's room with a hand full of filth lovingly crafted by the last addition to our crew, but sadly, no one is here to see it.
Maybe I'll tell Skuld later. I'm sure she would laugh a lot.
But first, I have a mission.
No one in the room, not even Hugni. Furthermore, it's spotless. Kaizarz has never been a neat freak, at least not to this point, but I guess the stress of the last days made him one. Perfect. The anomaly will be even more noticeable.
I walk to his desk looking around to be sure the current victim will not surprise me trespassing, but Canopus is doing a good job, because I can lay down the papers in absolute tranquility, check if they're in the good order twice and put up the note in the most obvious way possible. And even after a few minutes of this arrangement, still no Kaizarz.
The room looks so much better now that there isn't his body in it.
I remember spending my nights during the weeks of travel between Ananiikom and Astren sobbing next to his bed and praying in vain he would wake up to calm down the storm as much as dry my tears.
He never did. But I'm not one to lay there and cry, not anymore. Getting him back was the most difficult feat of my life but I did it and now I fully intend to give him my century of life and the eternity of death.
Well. No use dwelling in the past. He's here now, that's all that matters.
Let's get out before he truly gets back here.
I have the time to help feed Ashildr, swim a few miles and talk with Oli about nothing in particular before I spot a figure walking towards me. Giant, armored, crown on the head, and, to my delightful surprise, indeed redder than his beard.
He walks toward me pouting while I'm tidying up the ropes on board and I can't restrain a oh so satisfied smile in his direction.
"Is there a problem, Kaizarz ?"
His eyes, beautiful, deep blue eyes catch mine with a strength I feel deep in my bones.
"Do I owe you what I found on my desk, Tyr ?"
"Now now, why would you believe that. Wasn't the culprit clearly indicated ?"
He squints his eyes.
"Tyr, you are a horrible liar, you just confirmed to me you knew about that and even if you could fool me I know your handwriting."
My dear, sweet friend, I didn't even intend to lie to you, those times are over, and I know you still wouldn't be able to catch me lying if I wanted to.
I still smile a bit more.
"Well, I am not entirely lying. Canopus wrote that, not me."
"I noticed. The whole thing about the... What was that ? Insemination thing or something sounded very Canopus-y."
"You can talk to him about that.~"
He rolls his eyes, still red, yet I see something, I spot like a corner of his mout twitching, raising, just a little. Just for a while.
"Tyyyyyyyyyyr......"
"Yes, Kaizarz, my darling best friend that I love very very much ?"
He shakes his head. Still, he can't stop himself from smiling, I can see it. And by the gods, I would kill for that smile. Forever and ever.
"Why do I feel like I have been pranked."
"Get used to it.~"
"So I have indeed been pranked."
I would very much like to laugh, but a big hand in a gauntlet grabs my cheek before I can do anything more, before softly pinching my flesh. The metal against my scales is making such a soothing noice that I can't say anything, anymore.
He shakes his hand again, the red slowly retracting from his cheeks, leaving its place to a smile.
"What am I gonna do with you, eh."
I smile, my diction hardened by the cheek pinch.
"Not getting rid of me anytime schoon, that's chertain."
Skuld (mentioned) and Kaizarz belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author and Canopus to @noa-de-cajou
My nights have not been full of much sleep since the birth of my daughter.
For several reasons. The first one being I am still very worried about Skuld. She looks so tired and I can't shake the feeling I have almost lost her, back then in that infirmary when she gave birth while I couldn't be here to help.
The second one is that even though Ashildr was born in a lot of difficulties, she seems to have enough energy to cry every night for one of us. Right now, everyone on the boat is relaying to check if she's still in good health, especially Kaizarz that I have never seen this overzealous, but still, no problems doesn't mean restful nights.
And the last one is simply my usual nightmares. I still see Kaizarz unresponsive on his bed back there in Ananiikom, then him reduced to smitherens by Hrotheim in the Hall of Glory, and now Skuld closing her eyes for a time that felt like forever. It changes from the drowning of the Lycan, but I don't know if it's because I have processed this grief or just if I have whole new ways to suffer, now.
This is probably the reason why I decided to acknowledge Canopus's effort and read the little texts he gave me, at first to give me a distraction from the birth. It didn't work, not that I didn't want it to, but I couldn't read them back then since Domhildr did her little show (gods I love that woman) and Kaizarz didn't want to. Which was the first reason I asked Canopus in the first place.
So. That's me. You're probably wondering why I ended up in this situation. The situation being me bent over my desk red as fuck and feeling my insides twitch at every move I do.
Damn it Canopus. It's not like you're a decent writer. You are, but I've been used to the thousands-years-old talent of Ink's darling revolutionnary writer. It's just that I realise that I've been pent-up a long time and my preference to men is very much showing right now.
Worst is probably my luck absolutely abysmal with said men because, why are all the one I fall in love with and would want to do that with them either dead, not returning any of my feelings or not interested in sex, sometimes all of this at the same time ?
Bah. It's funny really. The rejection didn't kill that in me I guess, probably never will, but hey. It is what it is. That won't kill me, anyway.
Anyway. I put down the papers with a huge, huge sigh, try to regain my composure, think about something else that is NOT Kaizarz. In this situation, I mean. Gods.
Eh, speaking of Kaizarz. Didn't I have something to show him ?
He seems to have witnessed a lot of things in the Hall of Glory I wonder if this would now be enough to bypass his innocence.
I think I have a genius idea.
After having taken some time to recollect myself, i take a paper from my current diary and write a little note on it. One second of hesitation later and I draw a little heart next to the note. Well. We did say no more repression.
Canopus is on the deck when I find him, seemingly used to his seasickness, now. At least he's not vomiting everywhere when I find him. That's a progress. And even though he's still a bit pale he has all the energy to throw that very annoying smile at me.
"Tyyyyyyr ! You look very crimson there my gal, anything wrong ?"
Of course it's the first thing he remarks. He's not crazy perceptive, all the contrary, but despite my very blue scales my cheeks are stil red-blood, even though the images are now somewhere deep in my brain.
"Yeah, no thanks to you, Canopus. How did you write as much in like five days."
"Sheer half-elf audacity. Glad you like it~"
I roll my eyes for all answer, but that doesn't stop him at all. All the contrary, he smiles even more now.
"Now tell me, what was your favorite part. Was that the male pregnancy, the whole chivalrous knight kink, the five-hours-long-"
"I would like you to stop talking now."
He makes the zipping mouth sign, still smiling, but too late, the images are back. Because of course he had to hit many of my weaknesses with that text. What would that have been if it was written like Ilya's. I would have died from blue balls, probably.
Anyway.
"I am very curious about the genosian technology described to knock up a person with no womb whatsoever but this is not why I'm here."
"You wanna get pregnant after how Skuld took it ????"
"Stop being so dramatic, I said I was curious, not willing to try it."
Even though....
No. Back off, images ! Shoo !
Anyway.
"I have, actually, something I wanna ask of you."
"Oooooooh, Tyrfing Harkyrsen, Storm-Forged is actually asking for my aid ? What is it, what is it ?"
I lift my little package with a slight smile. Containing the note I wrote earlier, a sweet "Courtesy of Canopus <3" written in my best handwriting and all the images-making-pages I just spent my morning reading.
"You remember what we promised when you told me you were writing it ?"
"Yes, show it to Kaizarz first, why ?"
"Kaizarz is the best plan-thwarter so I don't blame either of us for this breach in contract. Buuuuut I still want to see his face, especially after reading it. Soooooooo......."
Canopus hesitates a bit, seemingly lost in thought, before I see a light gleam in those grey eyes I could not hold, weeks ago.
No. Months, in fact.
"You want to give it to him."
"In fact, I want to put it in his room. He is too nice, I know he will not throw it without reading it first, he respects everyone's work too much. And seeing a Kraken-King redder than his beard would be, actually, delicious."
In more than one way.
"So you need me to distract him."
I wink.
"You understand me. Get the king out of his bedroom for a few minutes, it's all I ask of you."
I can say a lot of things about Canopus, but not that he's a half-asser. A few minutes after this little conversation our rookie is already dragging our king outside with his usual flair. I am glad he has a taste for theatrics, for once. It's giving me all the opportunities I need.
So. Going in his room on tiptoes, not getting spotted by Meili who lurks around or Nru who's still hasn't flew away, it seems. It's a funny sight, really, to see me, the almost seven feet tall giant, walking the more discreetly I can towards my king's room with a hand full of filth lovingly crafted by the last addition to our crew, but sadly, no one is here to see it.
Maybe I'll tell Skuld later. I'm sure she would laugh a lot.
But first, I have a mission.
No one in the room, not even Hugni. Furthermore, it's spotless. Kaizarz has never been a neat freak, at least not to this point, but I guess the stress of the last days made him one. Perfect. The anomaly will be even more noticeable.
I walk to his desk looking around to be sure the current victim will not surprise me trespassing, but Canopus is doing a good job, because I can lay down the papers in absolute tranquility, check if they're in the good order twice and put up the note in the most obvious way possible. And even after a few minutes of this arrangement, still no Kaizarz.
The room looks so much better now that there isn't his body in it.
I remember spending my nights during the weeks of travel between Ananiikom and Astren sobbing next to his bed and praying in vain he would wake up to calm down the storm as much as dry my tears.
He never did. But I'm not one to lay there and cry, not anymore. Getting him back was the most difficult feat of my life but I did it and now I fully intend to give him my century of life and the eternity of death.
Well. No use dwelling in the past. He's here now, that's all that matters.
Let's get out before he truly gets back here.
I have the time to help feed Ashildr, swim a few miles and talk with Oli about nothing in particular before I spot a figure walking towards me. Giant, armored, crown on the head, and, to my delightful surprise, indeed redder than his beard.
He walks toward me pouting while I'm tidying up the ropes on board and I can't restrain a oh so satisfied smile in his direction.
"Is there a problem, Kaizarz ?"
His eyes, beautiful, deep blue eyes catch mine with a strength I feel deep in my bones.
"Do I owe you what I found on my desk, Tyr ?"
"Now now, why would you believe that. Wasn't the culprit clearly indicated ?"
He squints his eyes.
"Tyr, you are a horrible liar, you just confirmed to me you knew about that and even if you could fool me I know your handwriting."
My dear, sweet friend, I didn't even intend to lie to you, those times are over, and I know you still wouldn't be able to catch me lying if I wanted to.
I still smile a bit more.
"Well, I am not entirely lying. Canopus wrote that, not me."
"I noticed. The whole thing about the... What was that ? Insemination thing or something sounded very Canopus-y."
"You can talk to him about that.~"
He rolls his eyes, still red, yet I see something, I spot like a corner of his mout twitching, raising, just a little. Just for a while.
"Tyyyyyyyyyyr......"
"Yes, Kaizarz, my darling best friend that I love very very much ?"
He shakes his head. Still, he can't stop himself from smiling, I can see it. And by the gods, I would kill for that smile. Forever and ever.
"Why do I feel like I have been pranked."
"Get used to it.~"
"So I have indeed been pranked."
I would very much like to laugh, but a big hand in a gauntlet grabs my cheek before I can do anything more, before softly pinching my flesh. The metal against my scales is making such a soothing noice that I can't say anything, anymore.
He shakes his hand again, the red slowly retracting from his cheeks, leaving its place to a smile.
"What am I gonna do with you, eh."
I smile, my diction hardened by the cheek pinch.
"Not getting rid of me anytime schoon, that's chertain."
Skuld (mentioned) and Kaizarz belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author and Canopus to @noa-de-cajou
My nights have not been full of much sleep since the birth of my daughter.
For several reasons. The first one being I am still very worried about Skuld. She looks so tired and I can't shake the feeling I have almost lost her, back then in that infirmary when she gave birth while I couldn't be here to help.
The second one is that even though Ashildr was born in a lot of difficulties, she seems to have enough energy to cry every night for one of us. Right now, everyone on the boat is relaying to check if she's still in good health, especially Kaizarz that I have never seen this overzealous, but still, no problems doesn't mean restful nights.
And the last one is simply my usual nightmares. I still see Kaizarz unresponsive on his bed back there in Ananiikom, then him reduced to smitherens by Hrotheim in the Hall of Glory, and now Skuld closing her eyes for a time that felt like forever. It changes from the drowning of the Lycan, but I don't know if it's because I have processed this grief or just if I have whole new ways to suffer, now.
This is probably the reason why I decided to acknowledge Canopus's effort and read the little texts he gave me, at first to give me a distraction from the birth. It didn't work, not that I didn't want it to, but I couldn't read them back then since Domhildr did her little show (gods I love that woman) and Kaizarz didn't want to. Which was the first reason I asked Canopus in the first place.
So. That's me. You're probably wondering why I ended up in this situation. The situation being me bent over my desk red as fuck and feeling my insides twitch at every move I do.
Damn it Canopus. It's not like you're a decent writer. You are, but I've been used to the thousands-years-old talent of Ink's darling revolutionnary writer. It's just that I realise that I've been pent-up a long time and my preference to men is very much showing right now.
Worst is probably my luck absolutely abysmal with said men because, why are all the one I fall in love with and would want to do that with them either dead, not returning any of my feelings or not interested in sex, sometimes all of this at the same time ?
Bah. It's funny really. The rejection didn't kill that in me I guess, probably never will, but hey. It is what it is. That won't kill me, anyway.
Anyway. I put down the papers with a huge, huge sigh, try to regain my composure, think about something else that is NOT Kaizarz. In this situation, I mean. Gods.
Eh, speaking of Kaizarz. Didn't I have something to show him ?
He seems to have witnessed a lot of things in the Hall of Glory I wonder if this would now be enough to bypass his innocence.
I think I have a genius idea.
After having taken some time to recollect myself, i take a paper from my current diary and write a little note on it. One second of hesitation later and I draw a little heart next to the note. Well. We did say no more repression.
Canopus is on the deck when I find him, seemingly used to his seasickness, now. At least he's not vomiting everywhere when I find him. That's a progress. And even though he's still a bit pale he has all the energy to throw that very annoying smile at me.
"Tyyyyyyr ! You look very crimson there my gal, anything wrong ?"
Of course it's the first thing he remarks. He's not crazy perceptive, all the contrary, but despite my very blue scales my cheeks are stil red-blood, even though the images are now somewhere deep in my brain.
"Yeah, no thanks to you, Canopus. How did you write as much in like five days."
"Sheer half-elf audacity. Glad you like it~"
I roll my eyes for all answer, but that doesn't stop him at all. All the contrary, he smiles even more now.
"Now tell me, what was your favorite part. Was that the male pregnancy, the whole chivalrous knight kink, the five-hours-long-"
"I would like you to stop talking now."
He makes the zipping mouth sign, still smiling, but too late, the images are back. Because of course he had to hit many of my weaknesses with that text. What would that have been if it was written like Ilya's. I would have died from blue balls, probably.
Anyway.
"I am very curious about the genosian technology described to knock up a person with no womb whatsoever but this is not why I'm here."
"You wanna get pregnant after how Skuld took it ????"
"Stop being so dramatic, I said I was curious, not willing to try it."
Even though....
No. Back off, images ! Shoo !
Anyway.
"I have, actually, something I wanna ask of you."
"Oooooooh, Tyrfing Harkyrsen, Storm-Forged is actually asking for my aid ? What is it, what is it ?"
I lift my little package with a slight smile. Containing the note I wrote earlier, a sweet "Courtesy of Canopus <3" written in my best handwriting and all the images-making-pages I just spent my morning reading.
"You remember what we promised when you told me you were writing it ?"
"Yes, show it to Kaizarz first, why ?"
"Kaizarz is the best plan-thwarter so I don't blame either of us for this breach in contract. Buuuuut I still want to see his face, especially after reading it. Soooooooo......."
Canopus hesitates a bit, seemingly lost in thought, before I see a light gleam in those grey eyes I could not hold, weeks ago.
No. Months, in fact.
"You want to give it to him."
"In fact, I want to put it in his room. He is too nice, I know he will not throw it without reading it first, he respects everyone's work too much. And seeing a Kraken-King redder than his beard would be, actually, delicious."
In more than one way.
"So you need me to distract him."
I wink.
"You understand me. Get the king out of his bedroom for a few minutes, it's all I ask of you."
I can say a lot of things about Canopus, but not that he's a half-asser. A few minutes after this little conversation our rookie is already dragging our king outside with his usual flair. I am glad he has a taste for theatrics, for once. It's giving me all the opportunities I need.
So. Going in his room on tiptoes, not getting spotted by Meili who lurks around or Nru who's still hasn't flew away, it seems. It's a funny sight, really, to see me, the almost seven feet tall giant, walking the more discreetly I can towards my king's room with a hand full of filth lovingly crafted by the last addition to our crew, but sadly, no one is here to see it.
Maybe I'll tell Skuld later. I'm sure she would laugh a lot.
But first, I have a mission.
No one in the room, not even Hugni. Furthermore, it's spotless. Kaizarz has never been a neat freak, at least not to this point, but I guess the stress of the last days made him one. Perfect. The anomaly will be even more noticeable.
I walk to his desk looking around to be sure the current victim will not surprise me trespassing, but Canopus is doing a good job, because I can lay down the papers in absolute tranquility, check if they're in the good order twice and put up the note in the most obvious way possible. And even after a few minutes of this arrangement, still no Kaizarz.
The room looks so much better now that there isn't his body in it.
I remember spending my nights during the weeks of travel between Ananiikom and Astren sobbing next to his bed and praying in vain he would wake up to calm down the storm as much as dry my tears.
He never did. But I'm not one to lay there and cry, not anymore. Getting him back was the most difficult feat of my life but I did it and now I fully intend to give him my century of life and the eternity of death.
Well. No use dwelling in the past. He's here now, that's all that matters.
Let's get out before he truly gets back here.
I have the time to help feed Ashildr, swim a few miles and talk with Oli about nothing in particular before I spot a figure walking towards me. Giant, armored, crown on the head, and, to my delightful surprise, indeed redder than his beard.
He walks toward me pouting while I'm tidying up the ropes on board and I can't restrain a oh so satisfied smile in his direction.
"Is there a problem, Kaizarz ?"
His eyes, beautiful, deep blue eyes catch mine with a strength I feel deep in my bones.
"Do I owe you what I found on my desk, Tyr ?"
"Now now, why would you believe that. Wasn't the culprit clearly indicated ?"
He squints his eyes.
"Tyr, you are a horrible liar, you just confirmed to me you knew about that and even if you could fool me I know your handwriting."
My dear, sweet friend, I didn't even intend to lie to you, those times are over, and I know you still wouldn't be able to catch me lying if I wanted to.
I still smile a bit more.
"Well, I am not entirely lying. Canopus wrote that, not me."
"I noticed. The whole thing about the... What was that ? Insemination thing or something sounded very Canopus-y."
"You can talk to him about that.~"
He rolls his eyes, still red, yet I see something, I spot like a corner of his mout twitching, raising, just a little. Just for a while.
"Tyyyyyyyyyyr......"
"Yes, Kaizarz, my darling best friend that I love very very much ?"
He shakes his head. Still, he can't stop himself from smiling, I can see it. And by the gods, I would kill for that smile. Forever and ever.
"Why do I feel like I have been pranked."
"Get used to it.~"
"So I have indeed been pranked."
I would very much like to laugh, but a big hand in a gauntlet grabs my cheek before I can do anything more, before softly pinching my flesh. The metal against my scales is making such a soothing noice that I can't say anything, anymore.
He shakes his hand again, the red slowly retracting from his cheeks, leaving its place to a smile.
"What am I gonna do with you, eh."
I smile, my diction hardened by the cheek pinch.
"Not getting rid of me anytime schoon, that's chertain."
I won't speak of Eurus, because they're a looping oc so their introduction would probably be in EP 1. However! I have two more
Lamb (he/him)
> Yuri would probably bump into him in the hallway while running to the meeting room and have to raise their head because wow this guy's huge (195 cm)
> Lamb doesn't notice them right away because he's too busy looking at the fishies and being very lost in thought
> Lamb is polite to Yuri overall but I think Yuri would be wary because there's a very intimidating aura about that man
> He'd probably be Engineer on his first run and would actually try to prove to Yuri that he is engineer, although he wouldn't be too distraught if he can't
Merle (she/her)
> Probably right upon waking up in medbay, Yuri hears a conversation next to them
> Cut to Merle sat on a chair while Gina's patching her up because she has various bruises and cuts and nosebleed from running away from her kidnappers back on Liu An.
> she'd wave cheerfully at Yuri and probably would trust them without a second thought, most likely ask to collaborate
> she'd start off as crew
> only after a bit would Yuri realize she has some birdlike features and isn't fully human.
