⛱️ beach date with belial? surely nothing will go wrong <3
Thanks! I assumed you expected "writer's choice (of pairing)", so let's go with Cammy. :D (Set during Conquest of the Dark Singularity.)
Camomile doesn't understand Auguste.
Well, that isn't exactly true: the scent of the sea soothes her every time she breathes it in, and while she hates the feeling of sand on her skin she enjoys the moment when the cold surf crashes against her ankles and knees. Perhaps best of all, Belial acts like it's home away from home. She can't get enough of watching his eyes close in contentment, his whole body relaxing on a beach chair in the sun. She understands that just fine.
What she doesn't understand is the clockwork way Auguste itself goes insane.
"Wow, it's like an orgy this year," Belial says from behind his latest read, while all sorts of sea monsters Camomile's only heard of in books surge onto the beach in the distance.
"Shouldn't we...do something?"
"Hmm? Nah. The Singularity can handle it just fine. See?"
Camomile tracks his pointing finger and sees several small figures armed with weapons rushing toward the monsters. The leader is wearing a cute fish hat for some reason. When she looks back at Belial, she sees he's not sure what to make of that fashion statement either.
Putting the book down, he pats the beach chair beside him. "I know the feeling of suntan lotion makes you want to crawl out of your skin, but I'd be a terrible lover if I let your back get sunburned."
"Alright," Camomile says, settling onto her belly. Were it not for the distant sounds of battle, Belial's sun-warmed hands on her shoulders would feel wonderful. "Mm...thank you."
"You're still tense, though," he chides, kneading the tight muscles around her neck with tender yet firm care. "What, do you want to be a hero?"
"...A little," she mumbles, wistfully thinking of the magic staff she packed just in case. The sumo weirdness last year made her paranoid.
"Hmm?" He laughs under his breath when her body responds instinctively. "You tensed up and melted into the chair simultaneously, amazing. Is this an evolutionary marvel?"
With an exasperated sigh, she looks at him over the curve of her shoulder. "W-Would you worry too much, if I helped them?"
Belial doesn't answer for a long moment, too busy slathering more lotion on her upper and middle back. While he rubs it in, the battle reaches a fever pitch, making him pause. "If you gave them a few blessings from the sidelines, that would be safest." His bewitching crimson eyes lock with hers. They're more serious than she expects from him. "Do we have a deal?"
"Thank you," she says, rolling to her feet and giving him a quick hug. He's slick as a seal from the lotion and hot to the touch, and she knows he'll still be that way when she gets back.
(What she doesn't know is that Belial heard the ocean army's king steal his line, and use it on the Singularity no less. There's nothing quite as motivating as petty revenge.)
If the "would you survive" is still going, I was wondering about myself! I am a maladaptive daydreamer, excessive reader, and is interested in everything supernatural. Dogs are oddly attracted towards me. I wear a silver ring at all times and enjoy scarves. I wish to become an author someday.
Only one of you is walking outof here alive, Farrow says angrily – dangerously, even (desperately, you know, is the right word. He is scared and bracingto fight for his life and you of all people can admire that). But the thing is,you tell him, while that’s true, that’s certainly not going to be you, becauseyou’ve been dead for weeks now. Or maybe not dead, truly, but not alive, either– there is something under your skin that is not meat, not bones – yew, maybe.Moss. Something fresh and new and living in the way you aren’t anymore– buteither way you bow to Farrow and hold the door open for him and congratulatehim on the escape. He looks stricken, but there’s not much more that can bedone for you. (He’s doing to try, do you know that? This is what fairy talesare made of, sometimes. Bringing someone home when they should be long pastanything of the sort).
hbd nathya! here's to a million more incredible birthdays!
hi 𝑀𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛!!! oh dear, a million? i don't think i can live that long 😳😳😳 but yes yes thank you so much! let's continue to celebrate birthdays of everyone in the fandom uwu 💖💓💗💞💕
