#a first step

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2984 - A First Step- 5/13/24

I don't actually subscribe to the head/fan canon that Oz was involved in Fizz's early recovery. Or directly responsible for Fizz's first set of prosthetics.

But the idea really does lend to adorable imagery

[ella-ventic]

(Doctor Who spoilers)

Okay, but, all that wistful sighing that you don't even know his real name, while sending his ship into orbit.

...You don't think that maybe the second one of those things could help you with the first one of those things?

[the-economics-of-death-blog]

A First Step

[Closed starter | @forsaken-archer]

It was an odd feeling to step off the ferry, and into Ionia. It was something Talon could not name; something like apprehension and terror and excitement. He almost did not want to step off; as if it would set in concrete this act of defiance (indeed, it hardly felt real, even now). As if it would summon the General and end this fleeting, temporary freedom. As if it would shatter if he even breathed in the wrong direction. 

He snuck a glance toward Varus, hoping it would give him the strength to continue. 

Ionia was a world away from Noxus; greenery stretched further than he cared to imagine, and the air was cleansing in a way he did not know how to describe. He had much of his life breathing in Noxus’ less-than-clean air, and was accustomed also to the thick smog that covered Zaun, and Ionia was like splashing one’s face with clean, cool water after a long and weary night. 

It was more pleasant than he cared to admit. 

Talon shot yet another furtive glance toward Varus, panic rising up his throat like being sick. The General was nowhere to be found, yet he felt his presence, so terribly there and real and visceral. It was like having a blade held to his throat, or his hands being tied behind his back, or being lost and alone and afraid at a young age and crying as he sought out parents who never returned. 

But he would not allow himself to cry. He was no longer a child; could no longer afford himself such blatant weaknesses, even if it stole his breath away. No, he was a servant of House du Couteau, and there were certain expectations of one such as he. He was a simple blade. He was a simple tool. He existed to fulfil the wishes of his betters and nothing else. 

No. He reminded himself he was not that. Not to Varus. And while he did not trust the man entirely - he wondered briefly if ever he could trust another wholly - he was willing enough to try. 

He smiled toward the other man and could only hope it hid the terror and doubt, “Lead the way, Varus.” 

[eternityembodied]

She had sometime. There was no one in the house yet. She took a long walk surveying the pieces of art, pottery and whatnot that adorned the house, as if they were trying to give it some kind of semblance that the people who lived there too were of some kind of higher stock. How quaint, she thought.

Settling herself down onto a very fine looking couch she situated herself comfortable and began the wait for the occupants to return.

[smoreprincess]

I'm wearing jeans for the first time in a few months it's an accomplishment

[crazyatyou]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Fluff Series: Part 2 of A new beginning Summary:

Sherlock and John return from the airfield.

[crazyatyou]

Part 2 of A new beginning

Sherlock and John return from the airfield.

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