Jul 18, 2019
Wall for the muses
“How are you both so dumb and so lovable at the same time? You’re shaving millennia off my life.”
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Wall for the muses
“How are you both so dumb and so lovable at the same time? You’re shaving millennia off my life.”
"I CAN BE HERE IF I WANT TO BE."
“No, not allowed, Alice! You’re grounded from the inbox! Causing trouble by revealing secrets is a big no-no! Did you see Adrien? It looked like his head was going to explode!”
"I found these bracelets at the store," Alice holds them out, "They said Tilly, and I used papa's hook to change one to say Tikki--so--" (SENDING LOVE TO THE KWAMI MY BABIES)
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How was Alice so cute? The fact that she had gone off and even found something like that made Tikki feel warm inside, but knowing that the girl had changed one to match her own name? After all, not many knew the name of the creation Kwami, nor was it a common title among humans.
“This is wonderful, thank you.” Instead of taking the one that had been changed, Tikki took the one that still spelled out Tilly, gently pulling Alice’s wrist so she could carefully place it on the blonde.
Whether or not she lingered her hand on Alice’s was not the matter here. But she enjoyed how it looked on her, the Kwami admiring it for a moment, before realizing that she had been holding the girl’s hand, her cheeks pinking more as she moved to take the other bracelet from her.
“I love it, Alice. I promise, I’ll always treasure it.”
“...I wonder how to summon Alice...”
“...I know.”
“....Fuck.”
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Tikki was not a being that should have been able to fall in love with a human.
But she had, this girl, plagued with the most horrible of curses in Tikki’s opinion, although it was not placed on her own heart, but on the heart of the one this blonde child loved most of all. It was alright for the Kwami to be second in the girl’s heart, despite her coming first. Small brushes and nuzzles when she was sad was only the precursor to small kisses that dotted her face as the god of creation found herself drowning in the stories this girl turned woman.
But the cure they looked for was never to be found. There was one way, Tikki was certain of it, but the wish would come at too great a cost.
Time passed for humans, but for Tikki? It was nothing at all. She had retained her humanoid form, searching the world for the girl she had lost and the other half of her being. If she could find Plagg, she could fix everything and pay the cost herself. Alice would never have to know that it was the prize her father had found for her that salvaged their relationship.
Places all seemed the same to her. Every town seemed filled with people who were not Alice. It was another one of those towns, another one of those days, and Tikki was hungry. She would have to halt her travels for the day for food. Stopping off at a small shop, she opened the door, her gaze towards the shelves of pastries, until the familiar sing-song voice beckoned to her.
Alice. It was Alice!
Tikki was too moved, filled with emotion, her heart felt like it was going to burst as she rushed forward and pressed her lips, clutching onto the girl as they kissed. She tasted as sweet as she remembered. Nothing had seemed to change, and that fact did not matter to Tikki. No, what mattered was that she found Alice.
Until she was shoved away.
Large, wide, blue eyes glistened brightly at the girl before her. “Alice…” She murmured. Had she sensed wrong? No, she was certain this was Alice. She could feel her presence clearer than the brightest day that made her golden hair glisten. “Alice, it’s me. It’s Tikki!” The Kwami insisted, placing a hand to her chest. “I’ve finally found you, what else would I do but kiss you!”
Thoughts were swirling and spilled out from the ruby haired girl’s lips. “What happened to you? Why couldn’t you wait for me, Alice?” Her voice squeaked out, before shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter, I found you again.” The girl reached in, wanting to embrace the blonde once more.
Smooch for Alice from human! Tikki!!! <3
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There were very few things Kwamis were not supposed to do.
It was not that there was a horrific repercussion at every juncture, although certainly sometimes there was, but the one thing that Kwamis were warned about by most of their holders was to not fall for them. They could care, they could give them familial love, but to allow something romantic bloom in their hearts?
It was a rule that Tikki had placed herself. To keep her kind from growing too much heartbreak for those they would ultimately lose.
But she and Alice had escaped the tower, they were beyond any walls that could confine them. They knew each other better than any other, and Alice knew what Tikki was and did not care. Tikki knew how fragile and fleeting Alice could be, but it didn’t matter. In this human body, she may have had to spirit of a god, but her heart?
Too much like a human.
Alice was worn from the journey. They had gone many miles in one day, but they still had another few to go. Gently pulling the blonde to the side of the road, finding a tree for her to rest her back upon. The red headed girl leaned in, blue eyes looking over the girl that had filled up her very human heart.
“Alice…Can I…I promise, it will make you feel better.” A hand tenderly cupped the girl’s cheek, thumb stroking gently. Normally such affection was saved for behind closed doors and after tea time, but Tikki knew that if she could create something for her, just enough to help her to the next town, it would be only the sweetest of touches.
Feathering lips touched upon Alice’s own, the sweet taste of sugar along Tikki’s own mouth, despite not having a single cookie for days. It was as if the flavor was embedded in the very fabric of her being. For a moment, it was nothing but the soft presses and glides along the other girl’s lips, but as it lingered, the slight motions to draw out her tongue along her own, Alice would start to feel rejuvenated. Each movement revitalized her and threw away the weariness of travel.
It was the gift that Tikki could give Alice. The creation of energy.
But for every thing that is created, something must be given in exchange. For Tikki? It was more and more of her heart to this girl, knowing what price lay ahead for her. And for the first time in all the millennia of her life, the Kwami did not care about the consequences.
"I am in love with you— there, I said it." (Human!JACK TO human!LUCILLE MWHAHA)
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“…Jack…”
Her melodious tone was struck with confusion, the pink dotting her cheeks as she stared at him. The meager fight they had gotten into, raising their heart rates, she asking why–why had he been avoiding her as of late? His sister had been of very little assistance, saying that he would come to her when he was ready, but Lucille had not been able to wait.
Instead, she had caught him before he had wandered off towards the woods, off on an errand or off to play tricks on someone who rightly deserved it. It was all for fun and games, nothing that would ever hurt anyone.
That was it, wasn’t it? This was supposed to be one of his games. A silly little trick on her.
Then why did it make her heart twist painfully to think that?
Her fingers fell from his wrist, instead moving to clutch the silver necklace that dangled in front of her chest. Lucille turned some, her other hand coming up to her mouth, coughing for a moment. Air seemed so scarce in this moment, as if her lungs could not fill up with enough of it. She needed more. She needed to think about the boy before her.
Lucille needed Jack.
“I… What would you do if I said I felt the same?” It had been pushed down, pushed aside for their friendship. Because love complicated all things, even in their tiny village of Burgess. If she caved, gave into the swirling feelings inside her heart, what would it mean for them as friends?
There was hesitation before she swallowed hard, summoning up a retort to her own comment. “Do not…It’s not right to tease me when the herbs have not taken full effect, Jack.” Shaking her head, tousling the brown hair about her, the hand that covered her mouth moved to her sore throat. Every day it seemed harder to get out the words without pain.
“Because, if it’s only airs you’re putting on, then it will be a hundred winters before I say that to you.” There was an edge of playfulness on her voice, it only cracking once.
8…in secrecy. -somethinglostinthewater
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Fingers trailed along the soft skin of his cheek, breaths blooming between the small space between them. Her shoulders pressed against the bark of a tree that stood yards from the edge of the village, the heels of her boots crunching the fallen leaves at the trunk’s base as she shifted some, opening herself up to his frame pressing against her own in both embrace and a yearning that they had both stolen away for.
Since their first meeting years before, Tarquin had ensured he would come to the village as frequently as possible, still holding his mantle as a merchant and consistently tugging on Lucille’s desires to sing for the world. However, she would not budge, the small ones of the town who were the only ones who showed her true affection tying her to the spot, despite her growing love for the man who had claimed her his muse.
He was there for trade, or so the village assumed. After all, Lucille’s father had already forbade them from marriage; as long as he breathed, she would not be paraded about the cities, begging for coin like a gypsy. Despite Tarquin’s insistence that it would not be such, the older Lark would not agree and refused them to be together.
So this was their answer. Stealing away to the forests when he came to trade, hiding among the trees, and stealing moments of passion whenever they could. It was ungraceful, but it was worth every moment. In this particular one, Lucille’s lips glided along his own, pulling him to her with wanting breath.
It was only when the secret kiss ended that she murmured in the space between them. “…I don’t want you to leave.” Brushing her nose along his, darkened eyes peering into his own hazel ones, the words tickling against his mouth. “I’ve decided… I’ll start wearing the ring while you are here.”
Her hand slipped between them, the ornament already donning her hand as she ran her palm along his chest, fully knowing she was not disguising her desire for what lay beneath the merchant’s clothing. Her lips tilted back up, lingering against his own to both enjoy the feel of them as well as silence all words so she could hear if any approached.
Once she was certain it was clear, she smiled into the kiss playfully, a small perk of her brow as she breathed her question. “Is there a way I can convince you to stay until after nightfall?”