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hello I’m jeremiah

im very tired all the time

i go by he/they/it

uhhh idk what to put here so have my sona

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[lilyharvord]

we were promised a shower scene and thats the tea

You all absolutely were promised a shower scene. I don’t know who to tag anymore either… I’ve been out of this for so long... who is even around anymore? I don't know.... @clarafarleybarrow, @spookymareshmallow, @marecalrandomstuff, @anyone-anything-canbetrayanyone, @war-storm, @nightmarebarrow. You guys are the only ones that I know for sure are alive.

It was my sons birthday by the way, does everyone know that???And in honor of my sons birthday….

BIRTHDAY CHEERS

“Do you ever get cold?”

I sigh, and then slowly turn to look at Nikoli. He was a young recruit, probably too young now that I thought about it. Standing on the edge of the Lakelander territory and waiting for a group of our soldiers to return back over the border, the only thing he could do to pass the time was ask me any question that popped into his mind.

“Yes,” I reply, as patiently as I can, “I get cold like everyone else.”

“But, you could just warm yourself up right? Or does it take longer to get cold cause your body temperature runs so much higher?” Nik was about as curious as any other new blood. He wanted all the answers, and I had half a mind to tell him to go back to the base and get a cup of coffee. That would probably not go over well though, considering the fact that he was hyper enough as it was without adding caffeine into the mix.

“It doesn’t work like that.” I murmur, as I shove my hands into the pockets of my coat. He sits silently for a moment before asking, “is Miss Barrow coming to the base again?”

I froze, it had been a while since Mare had been here, but with good reason. She had her own life in Montfort, and after three years of living her life, and me living mine, it was hard for us to get away from our respective circles to see each other. The decision to try again had been a mutual one, but with the condition that if anything ever felt wrong, we were dropping it. It had been half a year since that agreement, and although we wrote letters back and forth, we did not really speak of the other to anyone, or really admit to the fact that we were together in any sense of the word. So, Mare had not come back to the base since then.

“She’s busy. She’s in Montfort.” I said with a shrug as I squinted to see through the new falling snow. It had started falling around noon and so it was deep enough that a few of the other members of our group had gone out to play in it like children. I was no use in the games though, simply because the minute I picked up a handful of the white powder, it melted in my hands.

Nik blows out an exasperated sigh, and then says, “I liked her. So did the other guys.”

“I’m sure you all did,” I can’t help the grin that stretched across my face. Mare had made a name for herself among the group, and a few of the older men had noticed the multiple letters I got from Montfort, all carefully and teasingly addressed to his royal highness Tiberias the Seventh, in Mare’s chicken scratch. Her writing had gotten better over the course of our letter exchange though. Only after I had requested for her to please try because I was having a hard time reading parts of it though.

She was my mystery girl. All of them teased me about it, some of the younger ones like Nik running me the letters when they arrived shouting that my mystery girl had written to me again. As far as any of them were concerned, it wasn’t Mare. A few of the smarter ones, the ones who knew about the war and what had truly happened during it, smirked and teased me about shocks and storms.

The truck rumbled around the corner, as Nik opened his mouth again to respond and I stepped forward as I whispered under my breath, “thank my colors.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to answer any more of his questions, especially with the direction they appeared to be going. He followed after me though. With a grunt I pulled open the door which was almost frozen shut and smiled up at our captain saying, “Evening, did you have a nice slide on the ice?”

She frowns down at me before climbing out, saying, “They certainly didn’t mention your horrible sense of humor when I asked about you in command.”

I grimace but force the smile to stay up as she slides by me and continues, “See to it that the engine is checked. It kept idling while we were trying to start it.”

“Well, it would be cold out, and you did leave it in the cold for a long period of time without running it.” I said with a shrug before closing the door behind her. She passed Nik on her way to the base, and the driver went with her. I chuckled to myself and then crossed around the front and climbed into the driver’s seat. Nik climbed in the passenger seat, his eyes lighting up as he asked, “Do you think I could work on the truck alone?”

“Are you going to unscrew the wrong thing like last time, and set us back two weeks?” I raise my brow at him, and he drags his tongue over his lower lip before looking forward again. I laugh as I shift the truck into drive and try to make my way through the snow toward the garage.

As I pull into the garage, Nik starts snickering. I sigh and then look up from the dash to see a figure wrapped up in the largest jacket I’ve ever seen. I hit the brakes a little harder than I should have, and Nik snorts as the belt cuts into his shoulder. Eventually, I ease up on the brake and it slowly rolls forward before I brought the truck to a stop and put it in park.

Nik watched them reach up and remove their hood, and then said with a laugh, “Hey! It’s Miss Barrow.”

I gripped the wheel tighter as she came around to the drivers side of the truck and opened the door. I glanced down at her, and she smirked up at me before saying, “Hello Tiberias.”

“Mare.” I reply, trying to keep my lips from twitching up into a smile. She doesn’t try to hide it though, as she leans against the door and says, “You wouldn’t be busy right now would you?”

Glancing over my shoulder at Nik, I raise my brow. He frowns for a moment, seeing my expression and says coolly, “I can handle checking belts.”

I look away laughing, and climb out of the truck to join Mare on the ground. Her hands are freezing when they grab at the exposed skin of my wrist. I shiver for a moment. She drags me away, and I have to look over my shoulder to say to Nik, “Make sure you put new oil in, clean the ice off the-”

“Off the rims, I know,” Nik says with an eyes roll. I purse my lips, certain he will forget that, but Mare tugs on my arm again, pulling me in the direction of the bunker. She smirks when I glare at her, and teases, “You’ll have plenty of time to work on your little engines tonight, but its been six months, I want at least two hours with you.” 

She tugs me out into the snow, until I close the distance between us, and slide my arm around hers to pull her close. She laughs softly, and presses to my side saying, “I was sitting in there freezing my ass off for almost an hour, just so I could surprise you.”

“Well you certainly surprised me,” I grin down at her. I can’t hide the warmth that blooms in my chest at her presence. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to see her until now. 

We step into the warmth of the bunker, and she pulls off her hat, shaking her hair out. The ends are still a deep purple, apparently the electricons would never lose that tradition. She brushes her fingers through it, as I ask, “Are you here to bring something for command?”

She purses her lips and says, “I can’t just come see you?”

“It’s a little out of character for you, I won’t lie.” She glares at me, but her lips curl up at the corner when she sees them I’m smiling. I was curious about her arrival though. Mare wasn’t exactly the most romantic person, she was entirely practical. If she was here, there was a purpose besides just “seeing me”. Shrugging, and looking around at the empty hallway, she says, “Well show me to your rooms, I want out of this stupid jacket.” 

Shaking my head, I start down the hall, unzipping and removing my jacket as we go. Our boots make hollow echoes on the metal floor as we walk toward the end of the hall. I had chosen the room specifically for how far it was from the lounge room, just so that I could feel like I had some resemblance of privacy. 

Opening the door, I watch her step underneath my outstretched arm, and into the room. The last time she had been here, she hadn’t seen the room. She glances around at the space, taking in the mess of papers on my desk, the neat little stack of letters on my bed side table, as well as the few books I have stacked there. Among them is a faint gold cover that is starting to brown from the amount of times that I have held it in my hands and read it. 

Mare slides her jacket off, and on an impulse I will never get rid of, I take it from her. She watches me cross the room to hang them up so that they can drip in the corner instead of all over the floor. She rubs her hands on her arms, and grumbles, “It’s cold in here.” 

“The others figured that I was best suited for this room, since it’s furthest from the heating system.” I offer as I crouch down to begin untying my boots. She steps in front of my bed and then sinks on to it, her hands running along the freshly washed sheets. She glances at the stack of letters again and then grabs them before flipping through them. I toss my boots in the corner before asking, “See anything you like?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have sent you something I didn’t like.” She replies dubiously, before setting the stack back down. She turns her attention on me then, and with a smile says, “So impersonal, I figured your room would have a few more personal touches.” 

“Would you like me to hang your picture on the wall, so that I can stare longingly at it all day and night?” I ask with a laugh before coming to stand in front of her. She looks up at me, and then tilting her head to the side, replies, “That sounds utterly dramatic. Yes, I want you to do that. I’ll send you my picture when I get home.” 

“I’d prefer the uniform one.” I tease, referring to the one she had to take as a member of the Monfort government. She waves me away in annoyance, and I laugh as I cross the room to pull my shirt off and toss it into my laundry bag. She leans her weight back on her hands and asks, “What does one have to do to get a nice shower around here?”

Glancing at her over my shoulder, I reply, “Say please..” 

She smirks and then leans forward to untie her boots as well. She is silent while she does this, and I shrug to myself before turning around to gather my things for a shower as well. I had spent almost all day in the garage and standing out in the cold. I couldn’t wait to stand under the burning water for a few minutes. 

I feel Mare’s cold hands press against my lower back, and I almost jump and yelp in surprise. She laughs and then whispers, “Please.” 

I glance over my shoulder at her, and get a little wicked smirk from her as she looks up at me under her lashes. Raising my brow, I say, “Didn’t we say that we didn’t want to-”

“Today is special circumstances.” She murmurs, as she slides in front of me, trailing her nails along my skin as she does so. I shiver at the sensation, and she sighs as she says, “Birthdays are a once a year thing after all.” She reaches up to push my hair away from my face, and then says, “Of course, we could just-”

“No, no, this is fine.” I whisper, feeling my chest hitch as she trails a nail down down my chest again. Wicked little gremlin, I think. Pressing herself closer to me, she whispers, “Say please.” 

I glance over my shoulder at the door that leads to my bathroom. Bringing my eyes back to her, I say, “Maybe later.” With that, I pull away and make my way toward that door. I can almost feel the daggers she’s throwning at my back with her eyes. Opening the door, I look over my shoulder and say, “Shower first.” 

Her brow raises, as the surprise melts of her face. Scurrying across the room then, she slides past me and through the open door. Backing into the little room, she practically beckons me with her smile. I close the door behind us, and step toward her, reaching for her arm. She dances away though, and turns. Looking over her shoulder she says, “Shower first.” 

I laugh at her throwing my command back at me. She grabs the hem of her shirt and tugs it over her head then, tossing it toward the wall and then shimmies out of her pants too. I look away, another habit that I will probably never lose. She snorts when she notices, and when I glance over my shoulder, she is standing with her arms crossed, and her eyes dancing with laughter. “Still so ashamed of this,” she teases, as she advances on, me and reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck. Pulling my head down to hers she asks, “Were you just going to ignore your birthday?”

“That’s what I’ve been doing the past few years.” I reply, as I trail my nose along her cheekbone. She sighs, and runs hand through my hair, while the other drops between us. I feel the weight of my belt disappear first, and I open my eyes to meet hers as I say, “It really hasn’t meant much to me.” 

“It means a lot to me,” She whispers before undoing my pants. I grab help her remove them, and then reach up to trail my fingers along her skin. She breathes deeply, softly, almost patiently. Cupping her neck, I press my lips to hers in a light kiss. She tilts her head to the side to adjust the angle, and deepens the kiss until she has to press her body against mine to get closer. I back us up towards the shower. Guiding her inside, I press her against the wall delicately, and reach behind me to turn the water on. It’s so cold it burns at first, and I grit my teeth against it as I rest my forehead against hers. She hisses when a few of the freezing drops hit her skin, but as the water warms, she presses herself back up against me. We both relax into each other, feeling the warmth of each others skin, as we touch every inch of each other. So long, so very long since I had seen her like this. I missed her desperately, from the sound of her voice, to the way she grumbled about everything that didn’t remotely go her way. 

Gently, I slide my hand along her leg before tracing it up her hip. Her lips curl into a smile as she feels where my hand is going. “It’s your birthday, not mine,” she murmurs against my lips as she kisses me again. Laughing softly, I pull away enough to rest my forehead against hers and slide my hand down to rest on her inner thigh. “I don’t mind,” I murmur as I press my lips to her temple and let my hand slide up between her legs. 

She murmurs at the sensation at first, and then lets out a long groan. She grabs at my shoulder, gripping it until her knuckles turn white. She whispers breathlessly into the space between us, “You certainly haven’t forgotten anything.” 

“How could I?” I tease as I press my lips into the space at the hollow of her throat. She cranes her neck back and moans softly, her body going taut with the feeling. Grinning at the fact that I can still bring her to this point even years later, I drag my lips up to her ear and grab at her earlobe, tugging softly. She pants as she shifts her legs and tries to grind her hips on my hand, looking for more friction. She climbs higher and higher, her breath getting faster and faster, until she gasps, and throws her arms around my neck. Her legs seem to almost collapse out from underneath her, and in that moment, I press my lips to hers, inhaling the sounds she makes as I get her through her climax. 

She rests her head against my shoulder once her body stops trembling, and whispers, “You ruined all my plans, like always.” 

I can’t help the laugh that escapes, and then reply, “I have to say it is a gift of mine.” 

“Goddamn pain in my ass,” She growls before running her fingers through my hair. She presses her hips against mine and then smirks as she says, “You’re all hot and bothered by me though.” 

I shrug, and try to pull away, but she holds me close and trails her nails along my sides, making me squirm as every nerve fires at once. She hums to herself, then and bracing her hands on my shoulders, hops slightly, and I catch her. Sliding her legs around my waist, I press her against the wall again, and press my lips to hers as she knots her fingers in my hair and grinds her hips against mine. I groan at the feeling and say, “We shouldn’t be in her much longer, the water will get cold.” 

“Good thing it won’t take long then,” she murmurs before shifting. She slides a little lower and I can’t help the sound that comes out. She grins and then whispers in my ear, “Go ahead, I’m ready.” 

As she goes to kiss me again though, the water turns freezing again. She cries out at the sensation, and I laugh, as I wrap my arms around her and carry her out of the shower. She wraps her arms around my neck in response and then hisses as I carry her into my room to lay her on the bed, “You’re coming to Montfort next time, and we’re having a proper shower when we won’t get interrupted by cold water.” 

“I’ll come for your birthday,” I promise with a smile before sliding under the sheets with her, and silencing her with a kiss. 

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