#iridescint

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i think i was made for you. / azriel + elain .

i think i was made for you. is what he whispers into the night, into their embrace. elain didn't believe in fate - she certainly didn't love the mate aspect. she wanted to choose who to love. she wanted to keep her heart her own until she found the right one to share it with - which she had now. the man who whispers to the back of her neck as he holds her with his big hands. a man who'd seen so much trauma. held so much pain. now? he was holding her like she was something precious - so gentle she almost didn't want to breathe.

turning around in his arms, meeting his eyes with her brown doe eyes, laying them softly on his, giving him a gentle smile. "i think so too." she whispers, because it was the truth. if anyone was made for someone, it would be the two of them. their family didn't all agree, the high lord fought a brave battle to keep them apart, but not even rhysand of the night court could tell two hearts this in love what to do. "i'm sorry it took me so long to find you," what lies beneath the words are: i'm sorry you've been alone until now.

he's had his brothers - she's had her sisters. but it wasn't the same, those kinds of loves compared to this? it didn't compare. this was deeper than anything she's ever felt before. if he was an ocean, she would happily drown within him. he's like the siren of the lake luring her closer with his song - except, azriel would never hurt her. would never risk her life. but he didn't coddle her. he knew she had other skills.

"i'm afraid i'm incapable of sleeping right now - do you wish for me to go to the other room? you need your rest, and i would only be tossing and turning." the other room was technically her own room, but his had become hers much more. she didn't need to be a seer to know what his answer to her question would be: no. he wouldn't want her to leave, she knows he'd rather stay awake with her. perhaps he was too haunted to sleep himself, in which case.. elain wouldn't want him on his own either.

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[   RAINFALL   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  dances  with  receiver  in  the  rain. / conrad + beck . ( your choice which beck )

dancing in the rain with her dad. beck loves her dad, she loves to laugh with him - she loves to hangout with him. her dad is her best friend, he's always been. she was close with her parents, her uncles too. even her aunt shayla. but there was no one quite like conrad fisher for beck. her best friend, and her dad. all in one. she giggles when they go into the rain, her feet bare, touching the sand of the beach where they lived. "this is crazy!" she laughs, taking his hands.

there was no music, but beck and conrad didn't need that to have fun and enjoy each other's company. it starts out like a more energetic dance, but now? beck is hugging her dad while he's swaying her around. like he would at her wedding, if she ever got to have one of those. someday she would. she had a wyatt, and she loves her wyatt. they were just.. still young. his twin sister was married, and that had been dramatic. hopefully beck could have a nice, easygoing, fun beach wedding.

"hey dad?" she whispers as she gives him a tighter squeeze. suddenly hit by the imminent anxiety of losing him. he'd been younger than her - when he lost his mom. her namesake. "i really love you." she speaks quietly, holding onto him a little longer before pulling back. "your hair's all wet now." she chuckles and nods to where it sticks to his forehead.

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{ CUDDLE 🧸 } --- Sender and receiver cuddle with each other. / tyler + caroline .

they'd had a long evening - parenting was no joke. especially not parenting twin girls. while they are everything caroline loves the most, they also make her yawn by nine pm. so she's happy to curl up on the couch with her husband. admiring her ring as her hand finds it's place to his chest. "dibs on not handling bath time tomorrow - i'd rather cook." which said a lot, since none of them really were master chefs in the kitchen.

caroline loves her life - it took some years. it was a work in progress for a long while, especially after the loss of her mom. a loss that sometimes still felt like a missing limb, or phantom pains. she wanted her mom to know her girls, because if caroline forbes was proud of achieving anything in life - it was raising josie and lizzie. they made her smile every single day - even the days where her heart was breaking for the grandma they'd never know.

but that was a pain her husband understood. neither of them had their parents. they had their friends, and they'd built a family of their own. but the girls were the glue. "if you take bath time, i'll give you.. a million kisses! how can you say no to that?" flashing him her best puppy eyes. hoping he'd buy into her tricks. "happy valentine's. did you imagine this five years ago?" before magic pregnancies, before they got married. when life was mostly pain.

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[ INTERCEPT + REVERSE ]: sender receiver picks up and carries the receiver sender out of the room because they're angry and on the brink of engaging in a fight with someone. / astra + garrick .

she'd always been a spitfire. took after the man she called father, except slightly more unhinged. so mad at the world. fighting a possible losing battle with the rest of them. a fight most people at basgiath didn't know about. it was a damn struggle, but part of that struggle included not inducing fear - more like, making sure they wouldn't be killed for treason like their parents. to make sure they stayed alive for a fighting chance to save the world and each other. right now? garrick tavis was about to save his girl. one of them. the other one he hadn't been able to save. kairi park was gone to the world, like it kept spinning after her name on the death roll, but garrick's hadn't. and if it was still moving, it was going so slow that he couldn't feel it anymore. no more motion sickness.

"okay, pipsqueak. time to go. this isn't our fight." though, the look in astra's eyes very much said the opposite. like this girl came out the womb, deciding that she would pick every battle she came across. and when she doesn't listen, he picks her up. the boys would insist she was small - but she was tall for a girl. just not as tall as they were, nor as massive as garrick. picking her up was easy, holding her there without harming her? that was the actual battle. usually she fell at ease once she realized who got her.

"it's okay, i don't care what they said. it's not worth getting killed over - not even if it's about xaden." interjecting the last sentence, because he had a feeling that was what had hurt her. any shit talk about astra's boys would make her pissed. but nothing made her as feral as when people would spew lies about xaden.

he walks outside, taking a seat on some grass. still keeping her over his shoulder. "if you're doing being feisty, i'll cuddle you and we can talk. if not? you're staying up there." but he does move one hand to rub her back gently, hoping to be soothing. he wasn't bodhi, he also wasn't xaden. but he was someone who loved astra riorson the most. well, the most in HIS life. some would argue that xaden took first place in general.

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”god, you’re so obsessed with me.” lucy + tim.

his mouth opens. then closes. then opens again, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction. "i am not obsessed with you - or anyone else for that matter." but he kinda was. not in the stalker kind of way, just in the matter that lucy was his favorite person, and he would like to be near her always. not even necessarily actively together. just close to her. somewhere he could be close by if she needed something - needed him. but she didn't need him, she was stronger than anyone he'd ever met before. even when she's joking with him, reminding him of their teenager and the traumatic response his heart had whenever she jumped into the conversation and ended it with joke!

"you are obsessed with me. and that new boyband tamara has been talking about. was that a choreographed dance saw?" throwing her teasing right back at her. he knew she had a secret cliptok account. he knew that she didn't know he knew.

"maybe i should finally give in. make that account tamara has been yapping about. do you? have an account? or do i find the dance videos on t's?" oh he loved this. he bets angela already knew the handle of lucy's account, and a breakfast burrito - no sharing - could lure that out of her. lopez was his bff after all.

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[ HERO + REVERSE ]: sender receiver notices the receiver sender about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt. / ELENA + STEFAN .

oh. she was drunk off her ass - a drop in the ocean, an ocean in her belly of the cheap beer they'd been serving at the party. climbing the bleachers, of course she was. she was trying to prove that she was strong and capable. which she was, he already knew that. he just wasn't sure she did. he barely looks around before using his vampire speed to her aid, catching her as she slips, before she hits the ground. "lena, one day you will give me a heart attack." he whispers, gently placing a kiss to the crown of her head.

"are you ready to go home now?" but as soon as he says it, he knows she isn't. home was empty, and it wasn't home to her anymore. home had been when jenna had been in the house - jeremy too. "i'll stay the night if you want me to?" it wasn't that she wasn't welcome at the boarding house, she was. more than welcome in fact, but there were always risks of running into his psychotic brother and whatever antics he had going on for the day. something stefan didn't want to risk. he didn't want to risk her. "i'm really tired and it'd be very nice to get into something more comfortable than this." a nicer way of saying 'i think you've had enough for the night' he knew that drinking her troubles away wouldn't work. even if she manages to push the ghosts from her past away, they'll be back in the morning, louder than before.

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it didn't hurt. / rose to lissa.

lissa didn't feed from rose often, but sometimes.. when no other options were available. her soulmate would offer her neck, and sometimes lissa would accept. she never took whatever she needed, she took just enough. she took what she would allow herself, but never enough to harm rose. her most important relationship. lissa licks the spot she'd just bitten. then kissing rose's skin, humming softly as she pulls back, licking her lower lip. frowning softly when rose speaks. of course it didn't, she thinks to herself. knowing that rose was high off the endorphins that was in moroi saliva.

"good, i never want to hurt you." she whispers quietly, soothingly some would dare to say. lissa moves from behind rose, to sitting on her trained thighs in front of her, smiling ever so slightly. "you've been training a lot, your thighs are like iron. or steel. whichever you prefer." she hums, then leans in close, kissing rose's cheek, almost at the corner of her lips. "i love you, thank you for keeping me alive." and hot and bothered. sharing blood was intimate, feeding off of someone you love? so damn intimate. rose always had lissa's pulse throbbing in her neck after a feeding, a drumming in her whole body - and the never ending urge to kiss her best friend.

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i sleep alone. i'm completely fine. / astra + pick-a-boy.

bodhi gives a smile at his stubborn future wife. she didn't feel all that much like a girlfriend. he'd been in love with her for years, it was never a landslide kind of thing - he'd fallen slowly, but all at once over the years. completely drawn to the way she saw life, the way her heart beats for everyone she loves. bodhi loves her, and he does it in a secure way. but he also knows when she's full of.. "bullshit." he mumbles, flashing her a small smirk as he takes off his flight jacket. she wasn't completely fine, they both knew it. xaden knew it, garrick too. hell, even ridoc probably knew it. but he valued his life too much to mention it to the youngest of their crew. well, not the youngest since sloane got into basgiath. but no matter how young everyone else would be, they weren't the core five four, and astra would always be the youngest of those. even if liam didn't get anymore birthdays.

"scoot, or i'll just lie down on top of you. miss i sleep alone gets to pick, but that chance runs out in about one minute when i'm done unlacing my boots. so don't take too long." not that he would leave, he wouldn't. he'd just scoop her up and place her into his lap. holding her close, holding her tightly. sometimes she needed that, needed not to be the strong one. she was so strong around xaden and garrick, proving to imogen, violet, kai and sloane that she was okay, that all of this didn't break her heart. bodhi knows better. he knows the woman he's going to marry. he knows the woman who has her heart. "which is it, baby? scoot or smush?"