I’m dying to know what would happen if Max met the Winter King?
AHEEHEEEEEE EHHEHEEEEEE <- THOUGHTS
okay so to set the mood. max comes from a post-post apocalyptic world that isn't able to get any colder than 70 degrees during the winter. she's never experienced snow! or any winter really!!
if she were to come in to contact with the winter kingdom, just listen to this song and put yourself in max's headspace.
with that being said:
HE'S BEEN LYING OUT OF HIS MOUTH THE MOMENT SHE LAID EYES ON HIMMMMM 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
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Chapter 4 is up!
Bi-Han wants to think it's the flu he's caught; well, it mostly is. He'd much rather that than realize he's developed feelings for his bratty charge.
Meanwhile, Shang Tsung uses this downtime to his advantage to eliminate competition for Bi-Han's attention.
This ended up a bit longer than I planned. ...Let's hope the final chapter isn't a Wheel of Time situation where I try to make it only one chapter and have to actually split it up.
Thank you for your time--I really appreciate it :D
I am so tired. Every ounce of me is just exhausted. My soul my heart my eyes my arms everything. I just want to be loved. I want someone to lie with at night and wake up with in the morning. I need to be held right now. I need to be loved. I want peace in my head a bounce in my step and a companion that can heal my aching bones. I feel like a complete fuck up. I've been writing a lot lately. Some rap, some metal. Smoking a ridiculous amount of weed. I just want to be loved and the nice thing about weed is it allows me to venture through my negative thoughts without feeling bad. I would do anything for love. Change who I am, what I DO, what I like. I mean let's face it, nobody is gonna like me for me so I'm better off changing into something girls like. According to rap music they like lots of money and fancy toys and parties so I guess that's who I need to be if I want to feel important again. God I hate that. Like in my head I know everything I'm feeling is fucked up. I know I have more value than that but it doesn't feel like it at all. I feel so ugly and unwanted. Getting dangerously close to self loathing again
As always, he was unnoticed. It was part of their game—if he could get past the guards, then he was allowed to go wherever he wanted.
Today he wasn’t sure which he wanted more—the feel of Shang Tsung’s lips, or the feel of his windpipe snapping in his hands.
Bi-Han wanted to believe he was under a spell, he wanted to believe that this conniving sorcerer had cast something upon him to make him behave this way. Because if he didn’t, then it meant Bi-Han was not in control of himself but under the command of his baser desires.
The realization filled him with a sickly self-loathing.
Thinking about Shang Tsung’s lips, which always had the faintest hint of anise, made his stomach churn. And not out of disgust, much to Bi-Han’s furthering revulsion.
He cracked open the door; Shang Tsung’s back was to him.
Bi-Han slipped in without a sound, aided by the shadows that felt as dark and heavy as his own heart.
He felt the chill make its way down his arms and into his hands. A dagger. A simple, easy movement and all would be done. The sorcerer’s vile blood would be on the floor and Bi-Han would be free Yet he caught a hint of jasmine, and the coldness left him.
