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“ i want to take care of you. please? ”

oh, your baby. your little nona. sometimes you think she might be your favourite person in the universe. favourite person on this planet, at least. definitely your favourite person in this room, considering it's just the two of you in here.

and you went and got yourself STABBED, even though palamedes asked you to keep your head down and camilla told you to not to do anything stupid. but that shit gets hard when you're coming up on your 11th millenium, and sometimes a little light stabbing is just what you need to keep things interesting.

you didn't really want @affectum to see you like this, but better to bleed in here than OUT THERE. you're healing up by the time you stumble back into the apartment — from the inside out: parenchyma first, then nervous system, musculature, and finally the dermis — but right now, you're still bleeding. it takes a lot to KILL this body you're in, but you are essentially joyriding a vintage muscle car running on fumes that you hot-wired with blunt wire cutters, so you need all the help you can get.

HELP entails of strong liquor, your bed, and rags to mop up the blood. and NONA. your sweet nona. babiest of babies, clutching your blood-slick hand and not even caring that she's got some in her hair.

' well, shit, nums, i can't turn down an offer like that. ' you think one of your lungs is punctured, and your voice comes out a little wheezy. there's nothing you can really do now except let your tissues knit themselves back together — a sensation you never really got used to — and wait.

' you know what ? i'm already starting to feel better — with you right here next to me. '

#:')#[ pyrrha dve. ]#[ nona. ] affectum.#affectum #theyre just so !!!! hhhhhhhhhgggg you know?

❛ can i have my sunglasses back, please? ❜

she is so SWEET. @affectum will spend hours at your bedside when you are at your lowest, though you know she has better things to do. she asks if there is anything she can do to help you, though sadly there is very little. but still, she holds your hair back when you retch; she wipes your sweaty forehead and chest with a cool, damp washcloth; she doesn't get IMPATIENT when you cough for minutes at a time. she holds your hand.

it must be painful, falling for a dying woman. certainly more painful than dying itself, which you have grown used to and are very GOOD at. a kind and unselfish person would make this easy on gideon. you could set her free to find someone better, and you could be simply her friend who died when she was young, forever a footnote in the long and heroic story of her life.

but you're feeling good today — at the very least, you haven't vomited today, which is an excellent sign. you like gideon. you WANT gideon. and dying has made you SELFISH.

you smile at her, watching her own smile get more shy and more sweet at the sight of your DIMPLES, which are a weapon you should use sparingly. instead you show them to her every chance that you get. you raise the sunglasses above your head, as if she couldn't easily snatch them from your grip if she tried.

' i'll give them back if you give me a KISS. what do you say — is that a fair trade ? '

#affectum #[ gideon nav. ] affectum.#[ dulcinea septimus. ]#uwu uwu uwu!

send a ♡ to hear how my character would tell your character that they loved them without actually using the word ‘ love ’

this is jinx & vi, the reunion. take two. ACTION.

you've planned it out a lot better, this time around. there are no props, no audience, no side characters. it's just you and your sister, as it should be, as it always has been and always WILL be.

it was surprisingly easy to kidnap @affectum. she has always had her guard up — except with powder, poor powder, too bad she's gone — and it never occurred to you that she would let it down. but, of course, at CUPCAKE'S house vi doesn't even check the lock on the bathroom door while her girlfriend sleeps in the next room. when you kidnapped cupcake from that very same room, you dried her off and dressed her up all FANCY for your tea party — with vi, you didn't bother. after all, it's JUST THE TWO OF YOU.

you take your time tying her up, taking in every inch of her. once, she was so familiar to you — but now so much is different it's hard to see the vi you knew beneath. under the tattoos and the scars that you trace with one finger, careful, gentle, not wanting to wake her. her hair is shorter in the back, falling over her eyes in the front. you run your fingers through it, tugging it back so you can see her face. you trace a line between her eyebrow and her lip, joining the two in a slash that cuts right through her tattoo. VI. she is so peaceful when she sleeps. how many hours did you spend looking at that face as a child, when you were lucky enough to share a bunk with her, when you should have been sleeping ?

she is tied secure & tight to her chair, calves to the chair-legs, torso to the chair-back, arms to the armrests. you drape yourself over her lap, legs over the armrests and hooking around the back of the chair, as close as you can pull yourself against her body. she mumbles and flinches when you slap her cheek — not hard, no, not hard at all, just enough to wake her — and her eyelids flicker. when her gaze meets yours, your heart swells until your ribcage bursts and viscera & bone & arterial blood splatters outward like a GRENADE. or, wait. no one can see that but you.

' wakey-wakey, vi. did you miss me ? '

#[ jinx. ]#[ vi. ] affectum.#affectum #i mean less saying and more doing unhinged shit but!!! that's jinx's love language uwu

' you make me angry, you make me angry to the point i scare myself. '

you wish you could say that you feel BAD about driving your beloved @affectum to the point of madness, but you're not in the habit of deluding yourself. to her, you are willing to LIE, though.

' sweetheart ... darling corona ... what could i have possibly done to anger you ? ' you move closer, raising your hand to her bowed head to caress her abundant golden hair. other than becoming a genocidal-adjacent tyrant, outranked only by the emperor and his daughter ( who, by the way, is entirely unfit for the role of crown prince — but that's another story ) yes, aside from that you're not sure what corona could be so upset about.

' is it kiri and i ? ' perhaps if corona hadn't kept her distance from you for so long, you might feel bad about that. about finding someone to fill the VOID that coronabeth left. but she was the one who left you : running, hiding, keeping her distance — only to show up at the worst moment and RUIN your plans. ' you know that's not serious. alright, yes, we made friendship bracelets, and yes i had a portrait commissioned — but that's just business. '

you slide your fingers in her hair, lifting her head to meet your gaze. ' don't be JEALOUS, love. green is the one colour that washes you out. '

#affectum #[ ianthe tridentarius. ]#[ coronabeth tridentarius. ] affectum.

send a ♡ to hear how my character would tell your character that they loved them without actually using the word ‘ love ’

it’s been too long since you saw @affectum. saw her soul in her face, conscious, un-lobotomised, and not attached at the mouth to a cave-dwelling bimbo. she looks ... okay. not great, which is understandable, but not terrible, either. she doesn’t look half as terrible as you feel. which is a bad sign ; you feel like you’ve been ripped into pieces, rolled into into a big mushy ball of suffering, kicked down several flights of stairs and locked in a room, forced to watch the most important person in your life through thick frosted glass, knowing she can’t - or WON'T - see you. but if harrow doesn’t feel the same way, that’s fine.

you don’t know what she’s going to do. is she going to tell you she doesn’t need you any more ? make your break a PERMANENT one, sever the tenuous ties holding you together. if you are not her cavalier and she is not your adept, what else could you be to one another ?

you take her pointy face in your hands, a little more rough with desperation than you intend. she sways, probably shocked by the contact : your hands on her, what are you thinking ?

‘ don’t say anything. just swear to me - again, i need you to say it again - ONE FLESH, ONE END. i’m still your sword, harrow, please - tell me i am ? ’

#[ gideon nav. ]#[ harrowhark nonagesimus. ] affectum.#affectum

‘ i want you in a pool of your own blood, do you hear me ? ’

god, you have MISSED her. it hasn't even been that long since you last saw her — months, you'd say, at the most — but this body last touched her far more recently than that. you were so boiling mad when you came to three weeks ago and realised you had missed her. you hadn't even been close to the surface; you had no chance of clawing yourself to the front of gideon's consciousness to meet her.

well. you're here now. and what a way for @affectum to greet you: by tying you to a chair and tucking her gun neatly under your jaw. ONE BULLET would end it all — until your necro's healing kicked in and dragged you both back to life. you smile. you just can't help yourself. it's her, the sight of her. she makes your heart kick, gets your body humming with energy. who knew you'd have to wait nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety years for your SOULMATE ?

don't get sappy, dve. this is a hostage situation. you are the hostage. still, the smile remains.

‘ go ahead, commander. but fair warning, i probably won't be able to get it up for you while i'm bleeding out. ’

PROBABLY.

#DIZZY DRUNK EMOJI #affectum #[ pyrrha dve. ]#[ commander wake. ] affectum.

‘ i want you in a pool of your own blood, do you hear me? ’

‘ is that any way to talk to your WIFE, @affectum ? ’ you really need to swallow your grin before wake makes good on her threat, but shit, how can you ? a chance run-in with your ex of two decades in a vegas casino has turned into ... this. clearly your good luck didn't end at the blackjack table. you reach out to pull wake back into bed, the sharp corners of her ring digging into your palm. you're not sure whose idea that was, this gaudy and overly feminine ring covered in enormous diamonds, but it's about a million miles from anything you or she would ever choose. and you love that, you really do. it's the kind of ring that no one would miss; the kind of ring that screams TAKEN.

‘ before we do anything drastic, like MANSLAUGHTER or ANNULMENT, let's just talk. ’ and failing that, you're pretty sure you can put your tongue to other uses to keep her here, with you, forever.

#yeah i'm stealing that tagging method that u stole from somewhere else. it's so good #[ pyrrha dve. ]#[ commander wake. ] affectum.#affectum

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restless fingers fiddle with the lapel of your jacket. you force them to still before gansey notices. 'about last night.' memories rush in, unbidden—your hands under his shirt, your tongue in his mouth, his soft moans slotted into the spaces between each kiss—and you try to force them back. 'we can both agree that it stays between us. my brother doesn't need to know.'

you can only imagine what your brother would think if he knew how eagerly his best friend had let you push him up against his beloved camaro.

#affectum #teehee!#[ declan lynch. ]#[ gansey. ] affectum.

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