for some reason the fact that danger force is four members kind of makes me more ok with it. not that im not ok with it, but honestly? i wasnt at first, and maybe that feeling lingers just a tiny bit. if there was only one of them i would be so upset lol. like genuinely mad. idk.
the heart’s edge, soft-feathered, un-fleshed, dark-hooved where
once, I found its vow of decreation; but
rivers of fathomless water
have long been passed since that time
A fic I had written for @algandarsplaguepositive for Christmas. I posted it on the fandom Amino and totally forgot I meant to post it here to. Ah well, everyone can deal with the belated Christmas stuff.
Nogueira couldn’t help but smile to himself in amusement as he listened to the angered mutterings of his younger brother through the door; the door leading to the room Zane often used when he visited the Forest Metropolis. Though he couldn’t make out the exact words, there was little doubt in his mind as to what Zane was angry over this time. No he had foreseen this happening the minute Mikey came to him, a pleadingly sweet look in his one eye as he asked to throw a celebration for this human holiday he had heard so much about from Sir Cairn.
“Brother, are you going to come out anytime soon?” Nogueira asked as he knocked.
“No, I refuse to be apart of such loathsome celebrations!” Zane’s muffled shouting sounded from the other side.
“Well, then may I come in?” Nogueira entered the room without waiting for a reply, knowing Zane wouldn’t have refused anyway. He was greeted with the sight of his brothers back, standing ridged and ready to defy any attempts Nogueira might try to convince him to join the party.
“So…” The elder started, trying to contain the humor he found in the childish display. “tell me, what has you so upset?”
“Don’t patronize me.” Zane huffed, turning around with his arms loosely crossed over his chest. “You know exactly what I’m upset about.”
“I understand the situation is rather…dubious. But I assure you the holiday doesn’t hold the same meaning today as it did centuries prior.”
“Brother…” the angry look on Zane’s face shifts to one of unamused disappointment. “You can put a fur coat on a crocogator and call it a cat but that doesn’t ultimately change what it is.”
“True.” Nogueira nodded slowly. “But I think Mikey suggested it with the best intentions.”
“What form of good intent could possibly come from celebrating a holiday based on the enslavement of our people?!”
“Brother.”
“Just thinking about being made to work in a sweatshop, producing luxury items for those humans…ugh!”
“Brother…”
“Of course that naive child would suggest such a repulsive idea, that human loving half…”
“Zane!”
Zane flinched at the warning tone his brother used, eyes going wide and wings pulling back in an instinctual escape response. It didn’t take long for him to relax back into a sulk though, looking almost like a child being scolded for saying something they shouldn’t.
“I understand your feelings toward the situation. I’m not comfortable with it ether.” Nogueira started, trying to offer a reassuring smile as he continued. “But the interpretation of the holiday seems to change with every shift between the twin dragons, and Mikey is very much enchanted by this current one. A holiday about peace and giving. Where elves work in willing unison with a human to bring joy…At least this is what Mikey is trying so hard to convey.”
Zane looked unconvinced, blinking slowly as he spoke. “You really must drill some sense into that boys head.”
“I tried,” Nogueira sighed, shaking his head as if remembering a particularly tiring event. “But then Cairn got involved and well…you know how he is.”
“I might have figured Cairn was the real culprit.” Zane scoffed while rolling his eyes. He moved away from Nogueira, walking over to the window and looking out over the eternally autumn forest outside.
“To be fair, I don’t think he realizes the connotation the holiday historically had.” Nogueira tries to defend their friend. The lack of a reply from Zane signals that the younger light elf is finished with the conversation, steadfast in his refusal to humor the festivities downstairs. He doesn’t want to give up on his stubborn brother just yet though. He spies something green out of the corner of his eye, thrown carelessly onto the bed that occupies the far corner of the room. An amused smile works his way back onto his face.
“Cairn did give you a rather er…nice sweater.”
Zane looks away from the window and toward the obnoxiously green pile of fabric. His nose wrinkles with disgust as he once again takes in the corny designs of knitted ornaments and the phrase “He’s and angry elf” across the front.
“It mocks me and I hate it.”
“You should wear it, at least for today. You might hurt Carin’s feelings if you don’t.” Nogueira teased, hoping to get Zane in a slightly better mood that will make him easier to sway.
Zane turns again; this time to face his older brother, and briefly looks him up and down.
“And yet you haven’t put yours on yet?” He points out, referencing the red one Cairn had gotten Nogueira, decorated with the same cheesy ornaments but lacking the pejorative text.
“Well of course not, it’s absolutely garish.” Nogueira jokes, pleased when he sees a momentary smile pulling up at Zane’s lips. “Please brother, won’t you at least suffer through this event with me?” And just like that the smile is gone and Zane is looking back out the window with a resolute “Humph.”
Nogueira wasn’t deterred however. The crack had already been made in his younger brothers resolve and he only needed to chip away a bit more. He quietly sauntered up behind Zane, waiting a moment to see if the other had noticed his approach before pressing a finger into the sensitive area along the side of Zane’s ribs.
The reaction was immediate, with Zane throwing his arms down to protect his vulnerable sides and wings vibrating with irritation. He turned to throw and indignant glare at Nogueira but the dark elf leader wasn’t fazed as he reached around and pinches at Zane’s other side.
“Stop that at once!” Zane demanded, but is helpless as Nogueira picks out all of his ticklish spots. “This is unbecoming.” It takes little time to reduce Zane to a fit of barely contained laughter and giggles. A sound Nogueira hasn’t heard in quite a while and makes him immediately nostalgic of their younger days, so many decades ago.
When Nogueira finally ends his assault, Zane is gasping for breath and clutching at his sides, eyes watery from the strain of trying to stifle his laughter. He seems much more relaxed now though with a faint smile on his face. Nogueira asks him once again to join him with the rest of the group, this time receiving a resigned sigh and an eye roll.
“Very well, but only to keep you company. I refuse to participate in any traditions and if Cairn so much as even thinks about trying to…”
“It’s fine.” Nogueira interrupts with a chuckle, following Zane as he moves past him toward the door. “Luckily he and Gawain will be leaving soon, they said they needed to be home with their families for the proper holiday in a few days.”
“You mean today isn’t even the day?” Zane said in exasperation, stopping to glance at his older brother and allowing him to take the lead as they left the room. “Why even are we having this party? Dark elves will find any excuse to celebrate won’t they?”
“Must be a trait from their human ancestry. It makes living here interesting at least.” Nogueira smiles when he hears the indignant sound Zane makes.
“I suppose there are WORSE things they could inherit…Though this bold support of slavery definitely takes the cake.”
just found this poem for the first time in a year, but I broke down crying the same way when I first saw it performed. the one thing that's kept me alive this long is the promise of meeting someone who completes me, having a family. I'll never meet them if I give up now
That’s what hate feels to me or, at least, one of my plethora of hatred’s. They eat me alive: daily. Nightly.
I thought I had a lot to say but I don’t have all that much to say at alll. I’m anxious about all of the wrong things and complacent with the things which will bury me
I have always been a problematic girl but now my dreams screams new ways of wanting out. And therein it goes.
I have interactions with people. They might call them dates/friendships/meetings/screaming
My mind is convoluted but I knew I had to write I had to just. What? Die this sad fucked up prophetic prophecy. Throwing myself at a self fulfilling prophecy?
Maybe I’m so bitter because I missed my appointment.
It’s like for someone so defiant that my life has never really been my own
3 conversations 3 flatmates. All smiles and kindness 2 looking at what parts of me I have left that they could take.
3rd one really threw me off balance: the autist.
The boys circled in the garden [and it was raining but the rain was not hitting them hard enough]around a bin bag.
And here I was thinking I was the witch
It contained a laundry bag (expensive/sister/cornwall/missher/ which had been left by the laundry (I was waiting to use it I was waiting to use it I was waiting to use it) if you exist in threes, in 3’s I’ll chant back.
‘It was trash right? We all thought it smelt a bit’
The collective democracy and their narrative. Yes I had dragged myself out of a wine drenched hell and yes spilled wine smells bad (I was walking to wash it I was walking to wash it I was walking to wash it)
and they threw my prized possession like litter as I wished silently that the rain had hit them so hard they drowned
(even if the men were witches then why was i still burned?)
