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As the moon hung high in the sky, four hooded figures stood around an unmarked grave on the ground. The entire area around them for miles had evidence of a battle. Weapons and armor laid about yet to be picked up. Several bodies were strewn about unburied and rotting. Scorch marks littered the ground. The scent of smoke and blood lingered in the air.
One figure crouched down and began to draw symbols in the dirt of the grave. Their burned hand lightly pushed the dirt aside to make swirls. As they worked, the others began chanting in unison. Their voices were soft but strong. The words were indistinguishable as the wind carried the noise away. A cool chill swept through the air bringing in fog.
Once they were done with the symbols, the person stood up. They joined the chanting. In sync with one another, each made hand signals. The movements were swift, sharp and fluid all at once. Each person focused their energy on the grave before them. They could slowly feel their life forces being drawn out. It was a small price to pay. Half of their lives for his.
The fog began to swirl around the grave as though it were dancing. The earth trembled beneath their feet, but they stood their ground. A low rumble sounded. Finally, the earth of the grave broke open. The hooded figures lower their arms as he rose up from inside in all his former glory.
General Logan Conroy.
You turn over the hourglass
The sand is falling down to fast
Oh, itās too fast for you
Oh, you
Donāt waste your love, just let it last
āCause once itās gone itās never coming back
Itās true
Logan felt somethingā¦ changeā¦ He couldnāt remember what happened. Yet he knew something was different. He opened his eyes to look around him. His green eyes taking in the battlefield that stretched out for miles first. Then he focused on those surrounding him. They lowered their hoods.
To his front right was Roman. He looked almost the same as he last remembered except now Roman looked worn down and tired. A long cut nearly healed ran down from his forehead to just before the jawline. Across from Roman to Loganās front left was Remus. Her black hair was shorter than it used to be and looked uneven. Cuts and bruises littered her face. Next to her on his back left side was Patton. She by far was the one who looked like they hadnāt changed at all. Bags hung below her purple eyes which were filled with sadness. And then there was Dolos. Dolosā appearance took Logan by surprise. Their face, hands and other exposed skin were covered in burn marks. A bandage wrapped around their head covering their left eye.
Suddenly the memories came back. The final battle. Roman and Remus had fought side by side defending one another. They always made a strong duo. The pair had taken to fighting on the left side of the field. Logan and Dolos had taken the right. He remembered watching his men fall one after another as the enemy kept coming. He remembered losing sight of Dolos amongst the battle. Meanwhile, Patton was left a mile behind to care for the previously wounded. But what happened exactly? He had to remember. He had to.
Could you love me the same?
Tell me what makes you stay
Thereās a hundred ways to leave a lover
Leave a lover, leave a lover
Hundred ways to leave a lover
Leave a lover, leave a
Thereās a hundred ways to leave a lover
I wonāt wait a minute longer
Hundred ways to leave
But Iām the only one you need
The four began to walk in a circle around Logan. Patton was the first to step forward. She began to fasten an arm band on his right. He wasnāt sure where she got it from. Roman started to work on his left arm band. The brunette finally took notice of his appearance. His clothes were dirty and his armor was missing. He couldnāt tell what his hair looked like, but he was sure it was a mess.
Remus knelt down and grabbed one of his legs. She propped it up on her knee. Her slender finger made quick work of putting on one leg guard before moving to the other. Dolos closed Loganās shirts. They took a shoulder plate out from underneath their cloak. Reaching around with the help of Roman, they put it on him.
Logan stood still and let them work. He moved as they wanted him to. They busied themselves with making him look presentable. He was still confused. He wanted to ask what happened. The words died on his tongue. No one had said a word since he had awoken. He wasnāt sure if he was willing to break the silence. If he was willing to find out the truth.
Now that he was thinking of it, he couldnāt even remember what the battle was over? A kingdom feud most likely. Itās always a kingdom feud. He wasā¦ What was he doing? He felt his memory slip. Logan focused everything on remembering. The memories trickled in.
A rival kingdom had wanted to take over. They were defending the land and throne. The enemy had the upper hand. This battle was only several miles from the castle.
Logan remembered pain. An absolutely horrible pain that cut through him from his back. He remembered falling. Blood pooled around him. Then darkness. Vast darkness before waking up here.
Itās the final curtain call
But if youāre ready, I will give my all
For you, for you
Let them say it how they want
If I can love you good, itās no oneās fault
Oh
āVirgil. How is Virgil?ā Loganās voice was hoarse and rough.
Virgil Curran was the only son of King Thomas Sanders and heir to the throne albeit through adoption. Both would have been at the castle. Based on the state of the battlefield and how his friends looked, Logan was sure the news wasnāt good. He knew he should be worried for both Thomas and Virgil- and he was- but Virgilā¦ Virgil was always his top priority. The two were lovers. As much as Logan cared for his king, he would have defended Virgil first in any instant.
Patton shook her head and began to walk towards where the castle was beyond a forest. Roman and Remus shot him sad looks. The pair followed after her leaving Logan alone with Dolos. The short blonde smiled sadly, āWeāll take you to him.ā
The words and their meaning werenāt what Logan hoped for. Dread pooled in his stomach. Mindlessly he followed after everyone. The walk felt like a trance. He could barely register trees, bodies and everything else as he went on. His vision was hazy as everything blurred together.
Eventually the group came upon a beautiful tree. It had flowers blossoming on it. It stood out as an exact opposite to the bleak forest around it. At the roots of the grave was a makeshift gravemarker out of some broken wood planks. As Logan approached, he read Virgilās name scratched into the wood.
Waves of nausea rolled over the brunette. Tears pricked at his eyes. This couldnāt be true. It just couldnāt. This was just a horrible nightmare. Or maybe this was hell. But whatever it was, it wasnāt real. Virgil wasnāt dead. He couldnāt be.
Could you love me the same?
Tell me what makes you stay
Thereās a hundred ways to leave a lover
Leave a lover, leave a lover
Hundred ways to leave a lover
Leave a lover, leave a
Thereās a hundred ways to leave a lover
I wonāt wait a minute longer
Hundred ways to leave
But Iām the only one you need
Dolos quickly made their way to the grave. Just as before, they drew symbols into the dirt. Remus and Patton took up their spots next to it. They began chanting once more. The final pieces clicked. Logan had died and the others revived him. They gave up half their lives for him. And now they wanted to give up the other half to revive Virgil for him. Roman guided Logan to join the circle. The two joined in the chanting.
After Dolos finished the symbols, they stood back to join in as well. Fog rolled in again covering the area and obscuring the grave.Ā The five started the hand motions. Logan poured every ounce of his being into the words as he recited them. His green eyes watched the fog curl around the gravemarker. As the earth shook, he closed them. He could hear rumbles and dirt shifting.
When he heard the sounds of bodies hitting the ground, he opened his eyes once more. The fog began to gather directly above the grave, taking away his friendsā bodies with it. He saw the ground crack and split open. After the smoke dissipated, Virgil stood before him.
Virgil looked magnificent as always. His shoulder length red hair pulled half back. His grey eyes closed. His freckles stood out against his pale skin. His lips drawn into a slight frown.
āVirgilā¦ā
The red head opened his eyes and smiled at Logan.
Iām the only one that you need
Iām the only one that you need
Iām the only one that you need
He shrugged off the purple cloak draped over his shoulders. Logan watched as the other began walking towards him. After a few steps, Logan began to do the same. They circled around each other for a brief second taking in one another.
Thereās a hundred ways to leave a lover
Leave a lover, leave a lover
Hundred ways to leave a lover
Leave a lover, leave a
Thereās a hundred ways to leave a lover
I wonāt wait a minute longer
Hundred ways to leave
But iām the only one you need
Finally they stopped moving, standing face to face. Logan reached out first and twirled Virgil around. Instinctively, the other raised one arm up and one arm out. Dancing had always been one of their favorite activities. Logan matched Virgilās arms before lowering his raised arm down and wrapping it around Virgilās waist. His other reached up to hold Virgilās hand that was raised. Virgilās empty hand lowered to take a hold of the hand Logan had on his waist.
Logan turned Virgil around once more to face him again. He released Virgilās hands. One arm swooped down to scoop Virgil up. He spun them around in a circle a few times. The brunette stopped the spinning when he dipped Virgil down. Their faces mere inches apart. They could feel each otherās breaths on their face.
They closed the distance between them. The kiss was soft and gentle. They didnāt need to use words to communicate how much they missed one another. Logan pulled away, resting their foreheads together. They stood still like that for a few moments before Logan stood up straight. He pulled Virgil close. The redhead rested his head against the otherās shoulder. Their arms wrapped tightly against one another.
Iām the only one that you need
Iām the only one that you need
The two both knew that the resurrected never stay themselves for very long. It was only a matter of time before Logan began to become cold hearted. So instead he made another set of hand motions. These would release Virgilās and his spirit to be free together in the afterlife. A chill ran down his spine as the fog returned for the final time. Virgil placed his hands on Loganās cheeks and pulled him in close for a final kiss before the after life.
The fog swept around them, curling against them. It surrounded them completely. As it disappeared, so did they.
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I wonder where the break happened that such wide swaths of younger fans donāt grasp fandom things that used to be unspoken understandings. That fic readers are expected to know fiction from reality,Ā that views expressed in fic are not necessarily those of the author, that the labels, tags and warnings on various kinkfics are also the indication that they were created for titillation and not much more, please use responsibly as per all pornography. The āproblemā isnāt that so-called āproblematicā fic exists but that some of the audience is being stupid, irresponsible, at worst criminal, at best not old enough to be in the audience to begin with. And thatās on the consumer, not the author who told you via labels, tags, ratings, warnings and venues what their fic was about and what it was for.
2) I'm genderfluid which lots of people claim isn't real
3) I'm bisexual, but have only 'dated' guys(note: my first relationship barely counted and the second one only used me for s*xting so do they really count?)
ā¢ The genderfluid people that are sometimes male and sometimes female. I see you switching back and forth between the binary. When you identify as your assigned gender, it doesnāt invalidate your identity. Whether you feel dysphoria or not, and whether you experience it in differening ways according to what gender you are, youāre valid.
ā¢ The genderfluid people that switch between male, female, both and/or neither. Just like our binary-only friends, youāre completely valid.
ā¢ The genderfluid people that only move between nonbinary identities. You peeps are amazing and so valid!! There are so many nonbinary genders and you are awesome no matter how many (or how few) you experience.
ā¢ The genderfluid people that are never female or feminine. Iām right there with you! We exist and youāre valid.
ā¢ The genderfluid people that are never male or masculine. Youāre so amazing and your gender is perfect.
ā¢ The genderfluid people who are ONLY male and masculine genders. There are so many, of course you can switch between them!
ā¢ The genderfluid people who are ONLY female and feminine genders. Youāre gorgeous and amazing.
ā¢ The genderfluid people that are also genderflux. Maybe some days you canāt feel your gender as strongly as other days, but thatās totally okay! Youāre awesome whether you know who you are on any given day or not.
ā¢ The genderfluid people that are blessed with the ability to pass as whatever genders you experience. Thatās so cool that you can change your gender expression so well that you can always ālook likeā your gender!
ā¢ The genderfluid people that can only pass as one of their genders. Donāt you worry, your other genders are still totally valid and you donāt have to conform to some peopleās expectations of how you should look at any given time.
ā¢ The genderfluid people that never pass, whether they want to or not. Youāre so awesome and I love you. Donāt get sucked into thinking that you have to pass to be valid. Youāre perfect the way you are.
ā¢ The genderfluid people whose pronouns change with their gender, or depending on who youāre with. You use what feels comfortable for you whenever it does. You donāt have to āpick one setā. Have as many sets as you want, youāre valid!
ā¢ The genderfluid people who only use one set of pronouns. Iām so glad you have a set that makes you so comfortable you can use it all the time. You rock!
ā¢ The people who are still questioning theif gender, whether they can be genderfluid āeven if xā. You can. Youāre so valid. Thereās no one right way to be genderfluid. Itās okay and take your time.
ā¢ Genderfluid people. There are so many ways to be genderfluid and theyāre all valid.
Reblog to send some positivity to some awesome genderfluid peeps!
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