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[midnightmooncatcher]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Seven seats, seven walls, seven tapestries. All for the council of Septumi, the Princes of Darkness, the seven Archdemons of the underworld.

[midnightmooncatcher]

(Small Moments #49)

The door groaned as it opened, the room beyond casted in shadow. Sighing heavily, Kuroo moved toward the light switch. He was always first to the meetings despite how much he dreaded them.

The lights flickered on revealing a heptagonal, stone room. The cobbled stone floor as grey and cold as ever. The only piece of furniture that broke the expanse of stone was the large mahogany table at the center shaped to match the room, a single high-backed chair on each side, a tapestry hanging on the wall behind.

Kuroo took in the overly familiar sight of stone, wood, and fabric.

He finally entered the room, slow steps echoing on the walls as he made his way to his designated seat.

Seven seats, seven walls, seven tapestries. All for the council of Septumi, the Princes of Darkness, the seven Archdemons of the underworld.

A thankless job if Kuroo’d ever had one. Except he’d been doing this so long he wasn’t sure he ever had another job any longer. Time ceased to matter for an immortal. Except as torture. Everyday blurring into the next. Existing became a monotonous thing indeed. He’d never wish his position on anyone else, so he persisted despite having done things he regretted and not being able to help when he wished he could. It was something he was never able to fully forgive himself of. Having power to change things, but not being able to direct it in a positive fashion. It was torture, in more ways than one.

[broadway-orbust]

I'll Follow You Into The Dark || Kurt and Lucas

Kurt still felt a little odd about being in Paris. After Lucas had stopped replying to his texts, he knew something was seriously wrong, but even still, it felt a little invasive to be making sure in person. But he knew in his gut he was doing the right thing, and that if the tables were turned, Lucas would have done the same. Kurt was thankful to have David come with him - his twin kept him level-headed and was a great support when things got rough, and Kurt always felt more comfortable when David was around. As the cab pulled into the long driveway on the Smythe property, the anxiousness that had been twisting into the pit of Kurt's stomach eased, but only a little. He just hoped Lucas was alright.

[thelostoneswrite-blog]

I'll Follow You Into the Dark :: Blargent

Ashton smiled as he wiped down the counters at Betty's Place, not a very creative name for the truck stop, but, still one of the places he loved more than anything. Betty was like the mother he always wanted, and the other people he worked with were like the siblings he wish he had, so working at Betty's, even if the pay wasn't the greatest' was the perfect job for him. "Why don't you let me finish up hun." Betty said as she placed a hand on his back, and took the rag from him, "You gotta get home to that pretty girl of yours."

Ashton smiled, "Yeah, she's probably bored out of her mind right now, I promised to take her out tonight." He said rubbing the back of his neck as Betty laughed, and shooed him out of the diner, and Logan fished in his pocket for his keys, pulling them out and climbing into his car. He drove past the woods, glancing into them every now and again as he reminised over his time at camp. Him and Annie went back sometimes, to catch up, but since moving into together they only thing they really worried about was each other, Ashton more about Annie he thought.

Annie had her good days, and she had her bad days... and lately there had been more bad days then good days, just like those few months at camp. The doctors said it was something that wouldn't go away, that he just had to make sure Annie took her medicine, that she didn't rely on alcohol anymore... and Ashton was trying his best, he loved her, and he was hoping to propose to her soon... well, maybe not to soon.

Ashton pulled into the parking garage next to the apartment building they lived at, grabbing a few things from the car and headed to the elevator and up to the tenth floor where their apartment was. Annie's trusts funds were enough to get them one of the nicest apartments Ashton had ever seen, and since he wasn't used to the rich life, nice to him was the one bedroom loft with a huge bathroom and kitchen, and a great view of the city. "Annie, i'm home!" Ashton called out as he toed his shoes off, setting his keys on the table by the front door, and shrugged his jacket off, tossing it onto the couch as he past it, looking around the room, smiling as their dog ran over, barking excitedly in greeting. 

"Hey Pix," Ashton said as he crouched down in front of the Corgi, scratching it behind it's ears, "Did Annie feed you?" He asked looking towards the pup's bowl, frowning when he saw it was empty, and stood up, sighing, "Come on boy." He said as walked over to the bowl, and filled it up, watching as the dog ate quickly, shaking his head. "Annie baby," Ashton called out as he walked down the hall to their bedroom, pushing the door open, frowning as he saw Annie still in bed, "Baby." He said again as he walked over, and crawled onto the bed, lying on top of her, hearing her let out a groan, "What are you doing Annie?" He whispered into her ear, pulling the hair from her face as he hummed, "Why are you in bed still?"

[cloudmonet]

things that make life worth living: george blagden's little grunt before he starts singing