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It’s late at night and Rafayel is talking to your ghost.
Head in his hands, Rafayel stares out to the open ocean. The balcony doors of his bedroom are thrown open, the curtains billowing softly with the night air. Normally when insomnia hits him the smell of the ocean breeze or the sound of its waves crashing is enough to calm him down. If that’s not enough, he’d get up and make busy. Paint or sketch something, go to the kitchen and put ten different varieties of tinned fish on a cracker, maybe do too much online shopping until he falls asleep with his phone in his hands. But tonight he doesn’t feel like doing any of that.
It’s a full moon and each wave crashing on the shore is tipped silvery blue. The sound is too rhythmic, and before long Rafayel falls into a glassy-eyed trance.
The pit-pat of feet break him out of it, but internally Rafayel shudders. He doesn’t dare turn his head. Don’t look up. Her arms come around his shoulders while she places her cheek atop his head, she asks, “What are you thinking so hard about?”
“Oh y'know, just stuff.”
She hums noncommittally, her fingertips scratching softly through his hair. Honestly, it’s comforting. He’d sit back and lean into it if he could, but really he can’t feel her.
“What’s that? I’ve never seen that dagger before…”
Brows creasing, he turns to look at his nightstand. It is his dagger, his intricately carved one from eons ago. Technically, she hasn’t ever seen before. Technically, maybe he hasn’t ever seen it before either. What is it doing here?
“Weird,” she starts, “I feel like you’d use a staff or something instead, something encrusted with seashells or gems… Hey, you’re pretty quiet tonight Rafayel! Don’t you want to talk to me?”
At that he shuts his eyes. It’s too much.
“No. Go away, you’re annoying.”
He wills himself to focus on his senses: the cool floor, the silk bedsheets, the smell of the ocean. Some time passes and he can finally get up and close the balcony. The specter disappears. He can finally get some sleep.
Laying back in bed Rafayel drifts off into a dreamless sleep, until the sound of a bzzt! bzzt! jolts him back awake. Rolling over to grab his phone off the nightstand, your name lights up his screen.
Are you awake? Sorry, I can’t sleep. 😖
It’s late at night and Rafayel is talking to your ghost.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I've been stuck at my last work for ages now, so instead of fighting writers block I decides to go back and translate one of my most recent one-shots to English and share it with you guys.
So here's it: "That's how you kiss the girl"! A Diakko silly one-shot about Akko's first kiss :3
Don't forget to give it a read, share with a friend, and leave a comment if that's what your heart desires!
Hello! @the-black-mage-of-phantasm I was your secret santa at the @lwasanta this year!
I decided to mix up the two prompts you gave about Amanda/Akko, and I had a lot of fun with it. It was my first my first time writing about this couple, I hope you like it!
Thank you for the attention, I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and wish you have a happy new year!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
After dealing with a bunch of unfortunate accidents I'm back with the last gift (as a back-up santa) to be delivered for the @lwasanta!
This was my first time trying to write a polycule, and also my first time writing Barbara, so it was a real challenge, but I had a lot of fun, and I hope you like the results.
@dagrowo Thank you so much for your patience! Wish you an amazing 2025!!
