#because hhhhhhhhh

[a-luran]

human au scoteng where the rest of the fanily goes away for the weekend and they get to be mushy and horny all around the house instwad of having to hide it away in their rooms like when their parents and siblings are around

hhhhh YES

The initial rush, like they’re trying to make up for lost time until slowly, tentatively, they start to ease up. Enjoying sex and each other in ways they haven’t before; taking their time touch and taste. Kiss for longer. Be louder. (And it’s a thrill, it’s fun, going at it hard until Arthur can no longer bite back his moans. To make him laugh while Ali’s still thrusting inside him, sucking kisses on his throat and feeling him shake.)

And there could also be—

Arthur putting a foot on Alasdair’s lap when they’re having a cuppa in the kitchen, half-expecting that he’ll push him off. Only he doesn’t.

Alasdair laying down on Arthur’s front when they’re watching some god-awful slasher flick; to make Arthur complain that he’s heavy he’s a pest, but feel his fingers tangle in his hair and scratch his scalp gently all the same.

Touches they’d steal or hold themselves back from, savoured now almost greedily. And in the back of both of their minds, the thought that this could be it; this could be them. One day. (One day soon.) Ali could sign a lease now, for a two-bedroom flat. Arthur’s gap year before uni is almost up and they could…

Dance in the kitchen, Arthur’s head tucked under Ali’s chin, a pile of dishes forgotten in the sink. Their clothes bundled together in the washing machine— just theirs. Try to cook and make a mess of it, and end up ordering in. Kiss in the morning, Alasdair’s scruff rough on Arthur’s jaw.

Only a weekend, for now. But they could.

There's a whole life ahead of them.

[vulpesse-arc]

thinking  (  AND CRYING  )  over the fact that the first contact ahri had with someone’s soul and memories happened on a bloodied battlefield where she innocently attempted to soothe the last instants of an unfortunate soldier’s life, taking the pain away only to replace it with colorful visions and warmth. 

    ❝  when the hunter was wounded by an arrow, ahri felt his life seeping away. she instinctively DEVOURED the essence leaving his body, and gained brief flashes of his MEMORIES   -   the lover he had lost in battle, his children from a strange land of iron and stone. she found she could PUSH his emotions from fear to sorrow to joy, and CHARMED him with visions of a sun-soaked meadow as he died.  ❞

these fragmentary memories and raw humane feelings, so far from everything that she had experienced until that very moment, made her feel so ALIVE that she grew addicted on them: she wanted to see more, she wanted to hear more, she wanted to FEEL more and for this exact reason she began hunting anyone who had somehow managed to pique her interest. until, eventually, her hunger became blind and her attacks became less pondered ‘pon and more dictated by murderous tendencies alone.

what makes me sad is the fact that ahri could use her powers for a good intent: even without devouring the other person’s soul, she is still capable of MANIPULATING their emotions thanks to her charm and this means that she could aid those who are in deep suffering, those who are drowning in grief and can no longer fight this battle by themselves. AND AHRI KNOWS THIS, ahri is wholly aware of the current extent of her powers    ──   BUT SHE IS TERRIFIED to make the same mistake, she is terrified by the idea that she might lose control and harm the other person, she is terrified by the possibility of wholly sacrificing what little redemption she has managed to earn thus far.

because, in all this, the cruelest thing is the fact that the soul of a beloved one will always be more alluring than that of a foreigner: whenever she grows close to someone, the most arduous part is, in fact, suffocating the hunger that pulls onto her heart and threatens to take over. 

[pannacottawarrior]

think i might stop the queue for tonight iuyutyhttghv just went to London to see my gf IRL and we had so much fun ;//w//; but feelin’ tired @v@

[aspiring-dreamer]

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