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Trust me?

Kinktober day 1 Face-sitting/mask Pair: Eli and Zell Warnings: Nsfw, really awkward nsfw

She felt like electricity was running up and down her arms as she looked at her date mate, there was something soft to this, and she wasn’t sure if she could explain it to anyone else if they paid her too. The curtains were drawn as she reached towards them. Hands on their face she took a long moment, kissing them till she felt out of breath.

They had gone this far before, touches and kisses, that slowly lead to something more. This was still new, however, and Zell felt the bubbles of eagerness and nerves mixing in her veins as she slowly threw her shirt away. “Are you sure you are okay with this?”

Maybe she sounded smaller than she was, perhaps more unsure than she intended, because Eli swept her up in an embrace that disintegrated the nerves with precision. She shuddered, skin to skin, as she nuzzled against their chest. Pressing long kisses along the base of their neck as she found safety in their arms.

“If it is something you are really wanting to try, I’ll do it.” They assured her, and there was a moment where Zell wondered if she should feel guilty, or pull back from her request, give Eli more time to adjust. Intimacy was something Zell wasn’t meant to have, not like this, not till her soul was twined together with the one she was to love forever.

Eli had never seemed ready for that, and Zell had never wanted to force that. Her mother hadn’t wanted it, so surely there had to be a reason why some people weren’t ready for such a thing. Eli seemed ready for this at least.

She felt it in the way they kissed her, made those worries seem so far away, and her body sing in ways she didn’t know were possibly with simple touches. “I love you, so fucking much, you know that, right?” She had to make sure, even as she saw the way their mouth twitched.

“I know Zell, I promise, if I really can’t take it, I’ll let you know. Trust me, and I’ll trust you.”

It was all the assurance she needed. With one last kiss she crawled over to the side of the bed, grabbing out the blinding mask she had bought. Carefully she slipped it over, making sure Eli still seemed comfortable before slipping it all the way down, and helping them lean back to lay on the bed.

She slipped a leg between theirs, helping wedge them apart lightly, as her hands wrapped around their wrist, leading them above their head and holding them there for a moment with soft kisses, one after another that slowly trailed down their neck. “Try not to touch okay?”

She felt their breath catch, and it gave her the boost in confidence she was looking for, a slight nod as they linked their hands together over their own head, deciding to trust her orders for the time being, trust her with their sight, and their body.

An honor, and one that Zell had no intention of wasting, she slipped very slowly between their legs, her nails teasing the sensitive skin, as she pressed soft lips against the goosebumps of flecked glowing skin. Careful bites, and sucking on skin, leaving soft marks, and scratches as their breath hitched, an almost nervous purr as their fronds slowly began to unfurl.

Zell’s eyes were glowing as she saw them opening for her, and those soft noise melted into words. “You are so stunning.” And for a moment she worried her compliment had the opposite result as the bloom opening before her retracted just a bit, a few more soft kisses, however, and they were back.

Mouth open, she let the fronds in. A flurry of soft noises from her, and gasp from her date mate, as she got into a rhythm of licking and sucking, fingers rocking in circles along the sensitive nerves that coated their entrance. The fronds clung to her mouth, her hair, kept her close, and made her almost giggle with excitement as Eli’s breath came harder with each passing second.

She could see them struggling to keep their hands at bay, and she appreciated it, would complement them if her mouth wasn’t so otherwise occupied. Not that she was complaining. Eli always tasted sweet somehow. Made her feel warm, from head to toe, made her feel that small pain in her stomach as something bloomed between her own legs.

It was special, a bond only they could form, and she shuddered as her arms wrapped properly around their legs and held close. Her face pressed between their legs. Licking deeply and sucking until she heard Eli’s labored breaths turning to swears, and the resolve broke a bit. “Shit, Shit Zell. F-fuck”  She knew exactly what that meant, and with a smile she opened her mouth a bit more, making sure as many of the slick fronds were in her mouth as possible exploring where they wanted when Eli finally came.

Shuddering, staggered, heavily breathing as the sweet substance ran down her chin for the moment. She moved away, licking her lips until she noticed Eli moving to take off the blind fold. Her hand instantly shot out, a wicked grin.

“I didn’t say you could take that off yet. You do really taste good, you should let me eat you out more often.” She couldn’t help but sigh and wished Eli was easier to get to blush as their freckles light up, it takes her breath away. “Oh, Eli.”

But they don’t try and take it off, instead just reaching up and blindly reaching till she takes their hand, and places it on her own face, kisses their fingers one by one, and sucking as one is pressed near her mouth. “You are cruel doing things like this when I can’t see you.”

As the finger slipped from her mouth she leaned down and kissed them. A kiss that lasted forever and took both their breaths away. “Oh I’ve not even started, you are going to really think I’m cruel by the end of it.”

She had learned a few new tricks after all. Seeing as eating Eli out always turned her on, it made the next part so much easier. She slowly crawled up till she was sitting on their chest. Watching the gears turn, even behind a mask, and she could tell the moment it clicked.

“Oh”

She smirked, before petting their hair, and placing a knee on either side of their head, slowly lowering down, till the first of her own fronds could brush at his lip. “You know how to take care of something like this, don’t you?”

They take a moment to process, before their hands are on her hips, the no touching rule apparently completely lost to their mind as their date mate sat on their face, the world outside that taste and feeling melting away when Zell first moaned.

It was loud, and unashamed, and she didn’t care, who heard them, and who knew. She loved Eli, and she loved this, and she was god damn going to enjoy this.

“Fuck”

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Love me fast, my darling, for tomorrow we burn brighter.

Love me well, my love, for the days pass by light lightning.

Love me strongly, my heart, for whatever comes next we must face as one.

Hold me,

                Hold me,

                                 Hold me,

For I might be meeting the dawn

Should tomorrow show a new light, 

and the blaze of our love be coming undone, 

as time races forward and leaves me behind

Don’t regret,

               Look forward

                               Love me fast my love

For we are two stars, who’s lights are about to pass.

                                                                       I want to see my last dawn with you

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Wings for an angel

Goretober day 1

Extra limbs

Characters: Frame, Esia, unnamed harpy

Cut, one two.

Stitch, one two.

Repeat.

Frame wiped blood slicked hands on a rag he kept nearby for exactly that sort of reason. He could hear the chains being pulled, strained against, as the angel he kept on call tried to break bonds that were designed specifically for him. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw that look, perhaps it wasn’t panic, perhaps it was simply anger. Anger at being kept on display and vulnerable. Angry at being caged.

It was so much more delightful to imagine it was something more carnal though. Panic, and fear. Those were the emotions that he thrived on, that made him really move forward with his research. It was what helped him know, he was cutting away those nasty pieces soaked in humanities vulgar.

What remained was pure. What was left was something far more appealing, far more impressive. Surely others had to see that as well. “Don’t look so sad.” He tried to coo, hands leaving red streaks as they slide through the dark locks.

“You still have hope, it’s not too late to for you. Think, you can still be perfect” and when he got no response, well, Frame can’t say he was surprised. He pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Oh, Esia, I do hope you’ll learn to appreciate the things I do for you soon.”

The prize was worth it though. It just took sacrifice, and Frame was willing to give those. He licked his lips as he turned back to the harpy that was splayed out on the table. Blades were ran through each major joint, pinning the creature to the table like a butterfly in a display box.

“Please, please, you don’t have to do this, please.” The sobs were nice, but sometimes they got aggravating when he was trying to work. Frame put his hand over the creature’s mouth slowly making a hushing noise. Watching as fear swelled in bright blue eyes and ran with tears down to the table.

“It’s okay, you are going to a worthy cause. I’m sure that once this is said and done, you’ll find your place.” And then the knife was in hand.

Placed between the shoulder blade and cartilage that held the wing taught along the spine. The muscles spasmed with each careful cut, the wings desperately trying to escape their binds as the host currently attached to them screamed. Louder, and louder, till their voice was going horse.

The first one came away with a wet pop, the slot left in the back a deep gouge that ran deep into the muscles, a bone broken off and tendons snapped.

He held up the wing to the light, watched the blood-soaked feathers with oil slick colors reflect something to contrast the dark ones he so rarely got to see, he placed the wing carefully against the curve of esia’s spine, right below where his own naturally occurred. “Beautiful.”

It was what finally managed to get a response. “You are sick” The words had so much venom in them, Frame was sure he felt himself shudder. Angel’s held so much power, even in their words, it was beautiful.

“Perhaps, but sometimes you have to be a little different to really achieve progress. I’m going to make something worth wild out of you.”

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The last of her kind

She set down her coat, laying it over the back of the chair as she began to dress down for the day. The home felt alien. Somewhere she had spent so much time when she and Eli had first got together, suddenly felt like it was something she had never known before. Being back on Ta’hal still felt oddly dreamlike. Her family safe, and home. At least, one of the homes they had left behind so long ago now.

Garnen was getting to see it too now. Her darling boyfriend, seeing Xeph and Eli’s home, and Ridge and Zell’s home away from home. It was marvelous. Miracles had followed them through that portal as well.

Xephos had found his mother. She was alive. A champion of the gods, and whole, and able to be in his life, for the first time. A beautiful woman, with a strong spirit. A smart woman. And now? Now that they were home, his dad was there waiting on him. Just as stoic as always, Zell didn’t think she had ever seen so much emotion on his face as the first time he saw his son again. They were reunited. Zell was so happy for him.

Garnen’s own mother had found him, explained to him the origins of his coming to be, gave him answers to questions he had always wondered, assured him he and his sister were not near the orphans that their world ha made them out to be, her fate torn apart by Atlas, but wanting to fix it now. Zell was so happy for him.

Eli, well, now that they were home, their mother had thrown her arms around them, and cried. They were reunited, after so long, after so long assuming they were dead. It was the sort of reunion you see in movies, with enough emotions to fill up the sea. She didn’t think she had ever seen Eli so happy. . . and then Vlas had shown up, and after so many years, Eli had been given the answer they didn’t even know they still wanted. Their father, but in their life after so long. It was . . .incredible. Zell was so happy for them.

And then there was her brother. Her brother who had one of the grandest miracles of all. Showing up on Ta’hal, tired and homesick, and seeing that large, somber man, and his small companion. The king had not fallen with his world, and neither had the prince, and as they wait, staring, and looking at one another like the world had just rose up again, Zell knew things were going to be okay. They hugged, for perhaps the first time, and both of them showed raw emotions, before her brother , sobbing as he was, embraced val as well. He had hoped for nothing, and got so much more. Zell was so happy for him.

Zell, for her own part, had gotten more answers than she ever thought she deserved. Why she lived when everyone else died. It wasn’t because of anything she did, or was, it was simply blind chance, that she had a strong connection with the thing that both killed and saved.

Her hands paused in the middle of unbuttoning her shirt, fingers quaking slightly as she forced them to sturdy up. Gale had confirmed, only he and Val had survived. She was happy, her king, and her speaker had lived. The people had done what they should, given their life to protect those who mattered most. Their king, their prince, their speaker.

She pulled off her shoes and stepped over to her window, taking a few seconds to find a way to crawl out and up onto the roof with a bit of effort and gymnastics. She threw her coat onto the roofing, sitting down on it and pulling her knees to her chest. A moment of guilt washing over her that she desperately sought out privacy to push back down. She couldn't’ do that to them. Couldn’t do it to them in a million years. She loved them all too much for such horridness.

So instead she looked up at the stars, found comfort in their light and made  soft noise. “Hey, dad. Been a long time. . . I still don’t know if I can see your star, but I hope you hear me still. I just, I miss you.” and she stops, aa thousand things more she wants to say, and her voice chokes her. It takes a heartbeat before she can manage to force the emotions back to a reasonable level, her voice quakes, but level enough to speak.

“I, I don’t think I realized how much I missed you till we got here and I- I guess there was a part of me that kept hoping, you would be my miracle, that you would show back up here in my life, and I could hug you, and you would tell me everything was going to be okay. Like when I was little. . . . I don’t- I don’t think I realized how much I would miss having that. “

She laughs, and it sounds so wet, so choked, it takes her a moment before laying back on the roof, pulling her coat over her arms instead of under her to manage to get her voice back together. “I just- I hate it. I hate it dad. I hate this. I hate that the last thing you ever saw of me, was- I am so sorry, I should have stayed with you, should have just died with you. I wouldn’t have hurt xeph then either, and hell I still would have came back. I still hear you sometimes, screaming at me, begging me to unlock the door- I should have. God I should have”

She knew there was no point in the what ifs, there was no point in working herself up over should have beens and could have beens. It only lead to these, these nights where she couldn’t swallow her heart anymore. But now, more thn any other time. She hated it.

How selfish do you have to be, to be jealous your loved ones found someone special they were missing? How awful and horrible to be envious that their family wasn’t dead and gone as well. She looked up, on her back, with tears in her eyes, a bit more numb than before as she continued to speak. “You know. . . I was thinking about mom recently again. I guess, maybe because of everyone else. I- I always, I always wondered why she chose what she did. Did I really matter so little to her? That she wasn’t willing to stay with us, to meet me, to let me know more than just her face. Even her name . . .  Mom. You never told me about her you know? I got such small vague stories, and I know it had to hurt to think about her, but . . . . but I’m alone now dad, I’m alone, and I don’t even know what I am.”

There is a pause, her voice hitching as she realizes it slowly, a thought that hadn’t fully sunk in till she said it alloud. “I don’t know what i am. I don’t know where I am from, or what that means for me. I’m not like Ridge, the ormal isn’t there for me. . . not really, not anymore. I don’t have you, or her, I don’t know where to go, because she chose her home over me. A home I never even got to see, I’m a halfbreed for a world i don’t even know the name of, and never might. Whatever family she had out there, whatever was so goddamn important she chose it over me, I don’t-”

She puts a hand over her mouth, realizing her voice had raised, realizing her sobs were audible easily to others who might have their windows open, and recoiling from the idea in a heartbeat. “. . . . you always told me not to love off-worlders, that they burned to bright, and too fast for our hearts. That we would see them rise and fall and it would break me. But dad, Dad I’m the one burning too fast. I can tell something in me has changed, and maybe it is mom’s fault, or maybe it is because I died, I don’t know, but I can feel myself aging, and those two, Eli, and garn? They aren’t, they won’t they are going to outlast me, and there is a damn selfish part of me that is happy for that. Because I’ve about lost eli twice, seen them dying and unmoving and I don't think I could ever handle seeing either of them go for good.”

Her eyes are still wet as she reaches up towards the stars, seeming a bit lost as she does so. “I miss you dad. I miss you, and I miss my chance to meet mom. I just, I want a miracle. I am so fucking greedy but stars, dad, I’m so jealous, I want something like that. I want my mom, I want you. I want to suddenly have everything to be okay and death not to be a big deal. I want to suddenly be hugged by you and told you forgive me for the last thing I ever did to you is smashing you in the face, for locking you up and letting you suffer alone. I miss you daddy. Please, please give me my miracle? Please come back. Dad? Please?”

And she can feel her words breaking, Her tears coming more freely as she sobs and tries to reach out to the stars, like she can force him back from so far away, if he even was there. There was so many other things she wanted to ask are you and mom together, is she as pretty as you remember, were you scared, but her words had all dried up as her tears refused to do the same and she hid her head under her coat, up on the roof below the stars that still weren’t really home. SO much closer, but still another lifetime away.

WIth a family she loved so much, and no one all the same.

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Deafening Silence

Prompt: Bath Characters: Elendir and Lyn Type: Original writing, (unedited) - 750 word challenge

Quiet had never been something Elendir understood. Talking was easy. Talking all you had to do was keep going until you got what you need, bounce from one subject to another and everytime something got too personal and too close you just changed the subject, not a second to breath, not a breath wasted.

Which is what made the quiet so fucking hard. Because it left so much time to think, so much time to consider who they were and what they were doing here, and just exactly what the silent meant. He could see it rolling over and over like a storm cloud in those gray eyes. Dark as could be and trying so hard to be unreadable.

Even as his hands worked in intimate space, there was a distance being attempted, and it was harder than the elf cared to admit. His ears twitching as he sought out any sound, trying his best not to sigh when he didn’t hear any.

Not hearing anything hurt. Why did this man have to be so fucking stubborn? He puts his hands over Lyn’s that somehow, despite everything, managed to stay steady, even as he had pulled off Elendir’s robes like it was the most normal thing in the world.

There wasn’t anything sexy about this though, not when Elendir could still smell his blood on Lyn’s mouth, and the gore of fights still cling to the broker like a second skin, both caked with smells and sensations that there was no way would go away in the coming months.

Oh, but if he wasn’t willing to try. He dropped his robes from his arms, the wet noise they made as they fell to the ground causing him to cringe, fabric shouldn’t sound so heavy.

When Lyn helped him into the bath, slow as could be, and began to leave, that is when he finally snapped, his hand curling around Lyn’s wrist, with no real force, he was too tired to manage force. He was just so tired. “Stay?” What starts as a question quickly devolves like the slight shake of his hand. “Please, don’t leave me, not now, not just yet” _Not after everything. Please don’t be quiet to me now_

He couldn’t read him, those eyes, so beautiful, so distant. Elendir wished he could. That a thousand years could pass this instant so he could learn how to read those beautifully closed eyes that the light didn’t seem to touch, but he couldn’t. A few days just wasn’t enough, even if he pretended it could be. “I’m sorry I c-“

He didn’t want to hear it, his grip tightened, even as he shook, pulling as slightly as he could and resting his forehead against Lyn’s hand as the hot water melted off his second skin of everything else they had fought. “Lyn, you don’t need to be sorry. I’m not afraid of you, I’m not upset with you. Not for what happened.” Looking up is hard, somehow, speaking is hard, things he had _Never_ struggled with seemed to take everything he had, even as he smiled.

Elendir was sure he had aged a hundred years in one night, and still it wasn’t enough to read those eyes. “I am scared for you, but never of you. I will accept you telling me you are sorry for scaring me” _for leaving me_ “for letting yourself get hurt in such a way, but never think you need to apologize for my own choices. Thank you very much.”

Lyn seemed to consider it for a moment, and he smiled. The first time in what felt like a lifetime, before finally starting to undress, his robes being dropped with that same heaviness that seemed to take over everything. He kneels outside the tub, a position made for prayer, how much had they been praying lately? Before their heads are leaning together.

He was so quiet, it hurt.

Elendir reached out, touching his hand, and felt the hand over his own in the quiet. “Are you alright?”

What a loaded question, to ask the man who had died if he was alright not even a full 24 hours post the trauma. But apparently it earns an answer, it finally earns an answer, even if the answer is a lie. “I’m alright, you are alive, they are alive, everything else can be fixed with time.”

It’s hard seeing him like that, but it doesn’t mean he is giving up.  Instead he motions again, moving u pa bit more, and creating a space, offering and hoping.

Hoping Lyn could trust himself enough, to believe in Elendir’s own trust. Thankfully, he does, as he slides into the tub behind him, there is a warm surge, not like the emotions of a fling or something so simple, but something more powerful, a push forged through hell fire that terrified him. 4 years of loving someone, and he had never felt so fiercely protective of a heart like he did of lyn’s.

Skilled hands started working through his hair ever so slowly, cleaning away from white strands the reds and browns that clung like an illness. It’s a few moments of the quiet comfort before Elendir finds himself leaning back, eyes half closed as the repetitive motion lulls him back, his head against Lyn’s chest as he breaths slowly.

But it wasn’t returned, whatever openness was there, whatever softness and unfolding walls they had managed when Lyn had shown his darkness and tended to scars that lined his neck, were closing back up.

And once more, the reaction is instant, but much subtler, a crease to his brow, as he curled near. “Don’t.”

“Sorry, was I being too rough?” Lyn asked, seeming concerned and his hands pull away, but all that manages to do is get Elendir more fussed, rubbing his head against Lyn’s skin until he feels more settled, feels them both more settled.

“Don’t hide from me now, I’m not going anywhere. I promise you. I knew what you were, and I know now, and I chose to walk into the mouth of it with you, and I chose to bleed for you, and I chose you, don’t take that choice from me now by acting the martyr.”

The hands pause, and he feels it, Lyn trying to force himself to laugh, to smile, to pretend Elendir hadn’t just called him on everything he was pretending to be, on everything he was promising was fine. When they both knew that the day still clung to them. That the fear had their hearts in a vice grip that they just couldn’t shake.

“You- I have no idea what you are talking about. Walls? Really you get naked in a tub with someone I figured that was being pretty open.” And he laughs, and it’s so stiff, like it’s been practiced.

Elendir smiles, a real smile, even as he leans against Lyn, his eyes soft, his entire self soft, to try and dull some of the edges that death had sharpened, to cushion the blow the world was landing one after another. “You wouldn’t have hurt me if you had any control over it. We both know it. You died protecting me, you did all this to help me, from the very start. I would trust my life in your hands a hundred times over.”

He is so tired, but the words he says have force, even as he leans up against Lyn more, his eyes so heavy, his body so heavy, but he wants answers, a response, to hear Lyn again. That light laugh that he hadn’t got a chance to learn yet. How dare life try and take it all away.

He didn’t really get what he wanted, but the light hand down his back, and into his hair was a good second place. Comfort that was genuine as could be. Just like Lyn always managed to be.

Soft, and kind, and protective and so much better than the world would ever give him credit for being if they knew what he was. So Elendir would just have to try, for him, and the world, to keep a kindness to a soul who knew so much he wouldn’t say.

The kiss he got eased whatever thoughts he might have had, the hand in his hair easing away any worries and doubts he might have still had, even as his eyes began to properly fall sleep against that warming chest. “Rest, I’ve got you tonight, and I won’t leave, so long as you don’t want me to, I won’t, but for noow, we both could use a bit of rest, don’t you think?” Elendir smiles a bit, moving to look up at him and pressing a kiss to his shoulder, knowing not to push too far just yet, for now, this was okay. For now, not leaving was enough, It would have to be. “I think we should find a bed for proper rest, but here,  let me help wash your hair first.”

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Definition of perfect

Prompt: None Characters: Thalmath and Sito Type: Original writing, (unedited) - 750 word challenge

They had found their quiet place once again. That sleepy little nook of trees where the ground broke away into seas and greens. The precipice between heaven and hell where they had found one another. Where they always found one another. She stood there, looking every bit like the god she was, a brightness that made the world around her look muted.

Hands clasped in front of her, back to her lover as she looked over the broken cliff side to the open world beyond their hide away. It was something Thalmath had grown familiar with. He had learned her quirks, as well as he knew his own, her heartbeat in time with his. Heaven and hell be damned. He had found his salvation and he would never give it up.

Stepping over he leaned down, his demonic state standing tall over his beloved wife, even as he wrapped his arms around her, hands covering her own. A kiss pressed to her head. “Something is troubling you my love.” He observed, knowing her well, after all this time, all their time, wrapped in one another’s embrace through good and bad.

She made a soft noise, the heat from his chest radiating across her entire back, if comfort could be boiled down to one sensation, it was that. The familiar heat that made her heart swell, and always would. She reached up, not glancing back at him yet, even as her fingers found his cheek, brushing over the harsh lines of skin. “What makes you so sure something is bothering me, perhaps I am just considering the harvest that is to come. Plenty of bounties to make plentiful.”

It was enough to get a low chuckle from her lover, one that reverberated her entire body. His presence was always so much, but never too much. Not for her. So, she glanced up at him, not moving from their position, but seeing the way his dark eyes looked at her with more love than anything or anyone else would ever manage. “You don’t believe me?” He felt a fondness as he saw her eyes, leaning into the soft hand on his face that didn’t belong with his, as if he would ever let the world tell him that. “Sito,” He says, a bit despairingly, he had known her for so long. “No, I don’t believe you. I know you. I know your face, and what you do, your eyes tell a grand story. And you wear your heart on your sleeves and I love you for it, but it does make it a bit easier for me to see when something has taken your mind. So, talk to me my queen, what might that be?” To her credit, she was considering it, how to breach the subject that weighed on her, something in the pit of her stomach. She smiled at him, fingers still soothing her husband as they spoke. “You were always such a stubborn man.” Finally, with a sigh, she turned in his arms, reaching up so her hands rested on his warm chest. Leaching that comfort from him. “What has taken me isn’t a thought. . . it’s morning sickness”

She bit her lip, eyes searching his face that was so very hard to read to see if he showed any sort of initial reaction. There was none.

Thalmath for his part, was a brilliant man. But even the most brilliant creatures could have dumb moments. “But. . .you are a god, do gods get sick?” His head tilted and it was painfully adorable, the most oversized demonic puppy.

It was enough to make Sito laugh as she reached up and grabbed his face pulling him down for a long kiss, longer than most. Before her hand found his and placed it to her stomach. “Not normal sickness love.” That was the moment. As Thalmath was still licking his lips from a kiss that tasted like love and spring time, it clicked into place, a heavy claw against her stomach and he realized the word morning was very important here. He attempts to rapidly come up with other explanations, a split second between hearing this, and believing it, before his confusion turned into a swell.

The emotions were jumbled together, he couldn’t determine that, but it didn’t matter if he could figure them all out, because he knew one, the important one, love. He reached down and picked up his wife, spinning her around and holding her in a princess style.

She curled against his chest, eyes closed as she kissed his cheek the flair of heat from his chest spoke volumes. “Morning sickness. . .I- you are pregnant, with my- we are having a child?” It was the first time either of them said it, but Sito’s eyes opened, and she still looked happy.

Even with the looming fear that maybe, possibly, this would all come down on their head, it was still the greatest news for the couple. A child of their own. One that would be half goddess, and half hell, and all theirs. “Yes, my love. Our child, they is going to be grand.”

Thalmath laughed leaning his forehead to his wife’s, her hands reaching up to cup his face once more in comfort. “Here is hoping they takes after you.”

“Here is hoping they takes after both of us.”

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Aren’t you afraid

Prompt: Aren’t you afraid Characters: Noemie (mine), Vyorin(xephcs) Type: Original work (unedited) - 750 word challenge

There was a quiet between them, a quiet over all of this. The world holding its breath as if it were waiting for something to drop. You could hear a pin drop from a mile away with the silence that seemed to press down on every seam of the room. Push the walls to bend, and in on her head. Or at least, that is how it felt to Noemie.

If Vyorin felt it at all, she didn’t show it. She never did, there was something special about that. About her. About the way her eyes seemed to reflect the stars she loved so dearly back at Noemie, even when the sky was nowhere to be seen. It was awe inspiring, and terrifying. That is what got her though, the wild beauty that came with being unashamedly wild and open that Vyorin seemed to manage as easily as she breathed.

Those startling starlit eyes turned back at Noemie, and there was a smile, as calm as a breath, as content as the heavens, as she tilted her head. “Are you alright?” And that was the million-dollar question they all wanted to know, wasn’t it?

Intimate moments, close spaces, they were things Noemie had thought behind her. The vast open space of wonder and adventure the only thing she knew before her. Then she had heard those notes, a single set of cords echoed around a train station, on her way from here to nowhere, a public display of a heart that seemed to know no fear. It was enrapturing, and god she hated it.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” It was a lie, her hands shook, but she hides them, because what was there to be afraid of? Vyorin was just staying the night. Company for dinner, language lessons, and then sleep, yet, here Noemie was, shaking like a leaf, as if reality would crash if she even tried to breath. Slap her in the face and laugh at her for trying to let her walls down even an inch.

She thinks she has managed it as well. To hide her nerves as the hotel door closes behind her. Somewhere so far from home, where both were strangers. So different, but so very much the same. Vyorin caught her though, as she seemed to always do.

Hands were on hers, light, like a ghost, barely there, not demanding, but asking-offering comfort that Noemie almost flinched away from. How awful it was to be so terrified of human contact that a sleep over with a friend made her feel like everything is going to snap.

Vyorin didn’t show she noticed, a smile that made it all seem like it was going to be okay shown back in the dim lights of the hotel. The light touch going to a squeeze. “Would it be easier if we found somewhere in the park? If you aren’t comfortable with this, it is alright. It is better for us both to feel at peace, than to rush. Stars knows we have the time for that.” Noemie’s gaze stayed impartial for a moment, one brief minute as suspicion got the better of her. A sick twist like a knife in her gut. “Aren’t you afraid?” And the question left her in a breath, quiet as her eyes track to the floor. Her stance suddenly too large to fill a room that went on for miles and a silence that lasted for longer.

Eventually there was a soft noise, and a kind laugh, before the comfort of warm hands on her own tightened. I’m here they seemed to say. “Afraid? Of learning with you? No, I’m actually rather excited!” She assured, seeming every bit confident that this was all going to be just fine.

A confidence Noemie would have gave just about anything to have back as well. The answer came before Noemie could think to stop it though, her words working faster than her mind could hope to keep up with. “All of this, everything. A new world, new people, a new language. Jumping from the stars with people who don’t understand you, going home with one of those people, one of those people you don’t really know. You don’t know, you don’t know me or any of this, you are trusting intentions you can’t possibly know, how are you not terrified of that. How can you throw yourself at new experiences, new people and not be paralyzed terrified?”

And silence, again, that painful fucking thing that made Noemie want to run and hide under anything she could possibly find. Something to make it seem she didn’t exist for just a little while. There was nowhere to hide though, nowhere to go, and she refused to look up, refused to see pity.

“Of course, it’s a little scary, but isn’t everything? You see the world, go so far from home as well, isn’t that just as terrifying? You invite me into your home and face down the unknown in silence where I have the stars. Bravery doesn’t mean you aren’t afraid after all, but, I feel, you do your intentions ill justice by speaking of yourself in such a way. I think you are far kinder than you say!”

Noemie looked up, ready, expecting . . . anything but what she sees, such softness, such honesty and it catches her off guard every time. It doesn’t matter how odd her words can be, it doesn’t matter how distant she can seem. There is always something comforting, and oddly familiar in those glowing eyes.

This close it’s easy to see they are glowing, her freckles as well casting a faint light and Noemie knew she was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame, and the fear it was going to end just as deadly, as she felt a push against her walls, a knock she was so tempted to answer. “If you don’t feel comfortable though, we can always wait.” Vyorin reiterates her hands starting to pull back.

It’s then Noemie makes a choice, and there was no telling how much she would regret it, but she held tight. The choice to answer pushing her forward. She shakes her head and turns towards the inside of the hotel, Vyorin’s hand in her’s, the shaking subsided as determination pushed her forward. “No, come on, you should see the view I have from my window, and I’ll make us some tea. . . after all, we have a lot of lessons to accomplish now, don’t we?”

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I am attempting daily writing challenges, would anyone be interested in me posting the results of those unedited pieces

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Person A had lost their memory, but they’ve been promised if they turn over Person B, the bad guys will give them back their memory. Person A agrees, however, after turning over B and regaining their memories, they realize that B and them were lovers and they just turned over the most important thing in the world to them.

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7, 14, 29, 36, 42 Take your time friend. :D

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? 

Well, Zell is part of Ridge’s backstory. Lots of my other ocs are part of their own narrative, Siren was originally for an RP group that fell apart before it even really got started, and I have a list of ocs for my book

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

All of them??? Ehhh, no honestly, most tragic backstory likely goes to Siren. But Ada, Quinn and Fairen are also in the running.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

Hmmm, Garret just because why the hell not. 

Some of my other ocs might be what you find living in the abandoned house if I’m honest.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?

Oh gosh uh all of them?

Zell is romantic partners with Eli(Inge’s) and Garnen (Garn’s)

Siren is trying to woo Vee(Inge’s) and in another verse Ceylon (Garn’s)

Ada is crushing on Br’ier(Garn’s forgive me if I spelled that wrong) in a verse

Fairen is really closely tied to Reed (Inge’s)

Sybil dated Chess (Inge’s), is the child of Teo (sav’s), and sees Eli(Inge’s) and Garn(Garn’s) as siblings

Camron is really gay for Rowan(Inge’s)

Garret is the sire of Venis(Garn’s), together with Chess(Inge’s) and protective almost dad like figure over Kai (Alice’s) and Skyler (inge’s)

Quinn is Skyler’s (Inge’s) older sibling

Kelsey is the “imaginary friend” of Garnen (Garn) and has some sort of thing going on with Ameya (Inge’s)

Then I have Fae siblings with Garn, and Snake boys with Inge

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

Calypso, Sybil or Ada likely. Calypso because of her origins, Sybil because god child, and Ada because it’s cool stuff

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Siren: 1, 5, 8, 14, 20, 23, 28, 33, 35, 38, 45, 48, 50

Finally getting around to these! Aren’t you all proud, -sobs-

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Which ocs would accidentally spoonerize something in a sentence? Bonus, which would either not notice, or act like nothing happened?

Okay, not going to lie, I had to look up what this was (and not totally sure I understood it so this might not be accurate), annnnd going to go with

1) Calypso (cause the baby knows nothing)2) Quinn (they get talking really fast and have slip ups a lot but just keep rambling and praying no one noticed because holy shit talking to people is terrifying and please let me die)3) Reilyn (and she would just keep talking and act like it was intentional because she is the fucking queen.)

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((Which ocs like hugs the most? :D))

1) Sybil!! (again with my happy sunshine child, but they love hugs so much)2) Calypso (though uh don’t surprise her, she might try and eat you)3) Reese (Reese loves all sorts of affection)

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2, 6, 19, 38, 48, 49

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Nnnn, I have a lot of personal favorites honestly, maybe though Siren? Even though I don’t really do much with her at the moment, she is who got me back into making ocs after a long time, also possibly Garret, just because he is so fun to write.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

Of mine? hopefully not really any of them, I try and vary my stuff a lot, maybe Garret and Ivory? They look unnaturally similar, or arguably Siren and Reese cause of  the red hair.

Otherwise the blond squad who only one of them is mine but we joked about people thinking they were siblings.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

Zell, I’m, really attached to her. I didn’t think I would be, she was a canon fodder I wasn’t planning on putting anything into her backdrop oc, but I’m forever grateful to my friends for helping me explore her as an oc, cause she has really been fun, and I get super invested in her stories.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

Garret, absolutely, that man can move

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3, 5, 10, 11, 12, 13, 17, 18, 19, 23, 24, 32, 37, 38, 39, 40, 43, 44 (hi yes i know theres Many here but fight me these are good ones

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1, 4, 22-32 :D

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The brightest starts burn the fastest

It had taken about 10 minutes for Zell’s father to get the hang of the over lapping patterns that would eventually make a braid once he decided it was good enough and stopped restarting. Not that Zell really minded the attention. Her father was often a busy man, and for her first debut he was taking the full day off to help her get ready.

It wasn’t that she particularly needed her father’s aid. She had learned to do everything he was insisting on helping with either on her own, or with the help of her step in mother Reilyn. It could be so very hard to tell a stubborn man no she was learning, however.

She smiled a bit when he fussed with a strand that had slipped out of his fingers, pulling it back into place before tacking it to her head with a bobbypin. “How you ever are meant to learn to do this on your own I will never know. There is so much extra work that goes into long hair.”

That, she did agree with, and she was determined that after her next birthday to try some shorter hair styles. It was hard for her to give up her long hair sometimes though. Looking up in the mirror she smiled, a somewhat pained expression as she saw the picture that was always on her mirror. Her mom. A beautiful woman with long blond hair and the brightest expression she had ever seen. A woman that Zell herself had never gotten to know, but spoke to nightly all the same.

As she tilted her head back, feeling her father pull the strands into the next line of braids she couldn’t help thinking that keeping her hair long was an awfully weak connection to the woman who had given birth to her. Yet somehow it was all she was left with.

Her dad must have been able to tell what she was looking at, because his hands paused in his work. Zell could see his expression in the mirror. A soft fondness that was etched into the worry lines she had caused her father over the years, a sadness that still sat deep in him, that she didn’t think he would ever really be able to free himself from.

She waited.

Curious to see if her father would dare breach the subject that was often left alone. It was one that caused too much pain, and so Zell had learned at a young age, asking about her mother would be meet with anything except a straight answer. She no longer pushed for those conversations.

“You know; I meet your mother at one of these dances.” It was spoken so quietly, a revered memory. Held light in his mouth as if speaking it allowed would cause it to shatter. They were so fragile, the memories of her. It was hard hearing them out loud sometimes.

“Really? Next thing you are going to be telling me that it was love at first sight like an old movie cliché.” She teased, but something in the way her dad’s expression changed told her she might be as far off as she believed.

She held her breath, wondering if he might respond, with anything more.

Another breath, still silence.

And then he was back to work on her hair, tugging the braids into place and watching his hands rather than the mirror where two faces stared back at him. As the quiet drug on, and no more statements came, Zell pulled her legs up to her chest.

She hummed quietly as her father worked away at the braid. He seemed finally content with the finished product and long lines of white ribbon were laced in with the twisting hair, streaks of gold braided around her temple as a false crown. She looked the part of a princess.

It was uncomfortable, and a little unsettling seeing herself that way. But an evening wouldn’t kill her to be dressed up as she was.

Her admiration of her own hair turned to surprise, when her father pressed a hand on either of her shoulders, leaning forward to kiss the top of her head. “Dad?”

“I did.”

She turned her head, looking away from the mirror and up at the man. A man with dark eyes that held an awkward kindness. “I fell in love with your mother fast. We burned bright. . . but we burned fast. It seemed like it was over in a heartbeat.”

Zell was quiet for a moment before sitting down beside her dad, it was the most he had really ever said about her mother and she refused to let it pass her by. “You weren’t together long before me then?”

He almost seemed ready to laugh, but instead he just shook his head. “We meet, and fell in love. She moved here to be with me less than a year after that. Both of us knew from the second we saw each other we were soulmates. . . but her world had rules against marrying outsiders. If we had, she never would have been able to go back. She had a big family there, one she wasn’t willing to give up totally just yet.”

“So I- I have a lot more family out there?” The idea was terrifying, but the thought that she could meet people. People that could tell her about her mother in more detail. That knew her history, where she came from, but the quick look on her father’s face told her that the small hope was for nothing.

“Perhaps some cousins, but I doubt much more. Your mother, we were never bound. She never became one of us, her heart- it was always torn too many places to settle with just me. And I, I accepted that. Oh the looks we got, the whispers. Everyone made it their business to tell us how disgraceful it was, but we didn’t care”

“Are you telling me that you were a rebel, dad?” Zell asked, she couldn’t help herself. It was such a strange thought. The man that couldn’t stand not to have everything in such a specific order done in such a specific way, had thrown caution to the wind. It was perhaps one of the most ironic twist she had heard so far.

He smiled again, this time, it was tired. Remembering was never easy, but especially telling his daughter, it was hard. “You could say that. I loved her, that is all that mattered to me. She got pregnant and had you early. Hardly anyone even realized what was going on until you were in our lives . . . I wish you could have meet her Rozella. She loved you, more than anything in the world. We both do. But as I said, our love burned bright, and fast. Too fast for such long lives.”

Zell went quiet for a moment, running her fingers over her thighs for a moment before just leaning forward. “She died. Right?”

And she saw, the pain, etched so deep into his eyes, that she knew the answer long before he said it.

“Do not fall in love with those from other worlds Rozella. They aren’t made for us. Even if they love us for their entire lifetime it is still but a moment, and the pain that it causes will last with you far longer. They are the brightest stars in the sky, because they burned out so quickly here on the world.

It took Zell a few moments to realize that Ridge had been talking to here for a moment or too, so zoned out in her day dream that she couldn’t remember where she was for a few moments.

That was, until she looked around the party and saw her brother nodding towards Xephos, the man he had become infatuated with. Zell wondered if he had never been told the warning or if he was just choosing to ignore them, with her brother either way could be the truth.

It was only then that she realized, however, that he was attempting to introduce someone else.

They had short blond hair and a straight back, formal and stunning and looking every bit official if a bit uncomfortable. She carefully raised a hand, placing it to her chest where her heart decided to beat faster and faster as he drew close.

Do not fall in love with those from other worlds Rozella. They aren’t made for us.

“Zell, this is Xeph’s more or less brother Eli. Eli, this is my more or less sister, Zell.”

Zell reached out her hand, giving her best smile as Eli took her’s in kind. The smallest smile on her lips as one thing came to mind, as she stared at their new company. ‘Fuck me.’

“Hi there Eli, it’s nice to meet you.”

‘sorry dad’