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Quiet | Destiel cuddles for Theta

It had never been so quiet. Despite the tap, tap, tapping of the rain against the window, it was quiet. Dean laid beside this heat source he called Cas, his heart beating slowly and the deafening hum of the silence filling his head and he let his mind wander back to what he could remember and past what he knew, but it had never been so bothersome until now. Dean never did understand why it happened like this, why when he had an angel of the Lord, his mind would wander. He could do anything he wanted right now and nothing was happening, nothing at all. 

Dean was brought back to reality as he felt the bed shift. He looked down to see  Cas scooting ever closer to him. "Dean.." he started, but was cut off by the large, calloused hand of the other sliding into his hair. He sighed and laid his own hand on Dean's chest. Cas watched the subtle rise and fall of his hand as it moved along with the breaths the hunter took. It was hot in the room and despite the cool air seeping through the small cracks from outside, Cas knew that Dean was sweaty from the sticky skin of his expose wrist touching his neck.

The room was filled suddenly with a loud, deep breath in from Sam. Dean snorted and rolled his eyes. It was nothing new, when they had a moment of peace, it was always broken by some odd noise. Dean wasn't angry with Sam for it, so he sighed softly and closed his eyes, listening to uneven breathing of Cas and Sam. It wasn't until he felt a soft kiss pressed to his rib cage that he opened them. He looked down, once again, at Cas. The angel, who hadn't said a word after his name, just pressed a kiss to his ribcage. He smiled and scraped his fingernails lightly against Cas' scalp and let out a soft chuckle that said 'I love you' more than words ever could.

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If Loriana had been romantically involved when TFEGTH.

He is kneeling over the mangled corpse, too stunned, too shattered to weep; his mouth is open and his lips are moving but no sound comes out, and his thoughts are silent but for what can only be described as a scream.

Aithaemi steps up quietly from behind him, kneeling with him and pressing up against his back--she wraps all of her arms around his chest and presses a kiss to his shoulder.

Together, they remain with Chaedn's body; together, they mourn.

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Davily as Astraea.

He clings to the branch and staunchly refuses to come down; any attempts at retrieving him are met with a trill, a lash of his tail, and a hiss. His brother can't seem to get him down, nor can his mother and father, and he has been up there for bloody hours.

And then, with the hushed whoosh of leathery wings, she descends into the tree and, with murmured words of comfort, coaxes him into loosening his grip.

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Ethyrin bringing Carpet with him to Keithr.

(OH MY RASSILON I AM DEAD)

It is lovingly wrapped in parchment to protect it from the elements; Ethyrin carries it over his shoulder and if he concentrates very hard, he can hear the telepathic equivalent of a giggle.

The templegoers stare at him, mouths agape, as he walks past, and he ignores them.

They will never, never understand the full depth of his love.

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(Because I can't go for too long without prompting pain.) If Aithaemi had lost the egg.

It had shattered inside her. Keishid paced and panted and fretted and hovered and wept and it was all she could do to expel all the shards and somehow the pain of the loss was so, so much worse than the pain of its edges in her flesh.

Finally, every piece lay on the floor, and her abdomen was sealed; she stared at the fragments for a moment before tilting forward and falling into her ai'chid's arms--a thought passes between their minds and neither of them is sure whose it is:

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry

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If the Home love triangle had been Ethyrin and Aithaemi being infatuated with Keishid. -grins-

(...WAIT WHAT

UM...

CRACK AHOY)

It all started when Keishid found what appeared to be a charcoal doodle of a lumpy rock in his hammock; it continued when he found a chart on his bookshelf that insisted there was a constellation somewhere that was in the exact shape of his face.

He found his ai'srenthi just outside his house, in a deep, heated discussion with Aithaemi, and he couldn't help but listen in.

...From what he could hear, they appeared to be striking a deal over which would be allowed to court him; unsure of how he was meant to react, he retreated to his brother's room and sat on the hammock in stunned silence.

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Loriana if Ethyriana hadn't happened. (Let me know when you want me to switch ships. XD)

"...your shelter in time of storm..."

Chaedn glances away from his besotted brother and his bride-to-be. He leans down to his new sister-in-law's height, and whispers: "Well, they've finally done it."

"...my place is at your side..."

Tali nods, positively bouncing, purr catching in her throat as she says, "Finally."

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Loriana if Aithaemi had been the one to run.

Keishid stayed where they stood for hours, stared at the patch of ground where her feet had been, gazed into the air as if that would make her come back to him.

gone, all gone; gone, all gone; gone, all gone

His chest ached for his brother--gone, dead--for her--gone, you sent her away--for peace--you will never know peace again--and, legs collapsing beneath him, he began to sob.