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torchic 🧡
coming alive to post yuri
bravebyers has me GEEKING once again holy buzz
imagine normal mike needing to clarify to a confused paladin mike "no this is my will he's mine" as in from his world, but will definitely gets all flustered because he's never heard those words from mike before and he can't deny how much he loves how possessive it sounds
im not fully satisfied with this but i cant fully put my finger on why so....i shall share
pov: you’re on your knees and you’ve been a good girl
Simon learning simple magic tricks as a way to recover after roba, both mentally and with dexterity, getting to use those skills years later on a terrified group of children the 141 rescues.
They're all sat waiting on transport, wide eyed and teary, a couple of them full on shaking, and Simon can't stand watching it, so he crouches down and pulls a coin out. Makes it vanish. A couple of them stop crying long enough to watch. It's a start.
He does the ear trick next, coin appearing behind one of the kid's head, and that gets an actual reaction, this hiccupy little laugh from a little girl. So he keeps going, throws in the handkerchief thing too, the one where the coin somehow passes through, and by now a few of them have gone from crying to just watching him with their mouths open.
When he asks if they want to see it again, they give him so many nods and little disbelieving smiles. His best audience by far—and also his first.
One of the braver ones, an older kid, maybe ten, asks how he did it. Simon doesn't even think about it, just shows her and slows it down so the kid can see how. Then has her try it with her own hand. The kid's fingers keep fumbling it and she drops the coin twice, but she's not crying anymore, tongue stuck out the side of her mouth in concentration.
That gets two more kids crawling over wanting a go, and now Simon Riley, skull mask and all, is sat on the floor of some extraction point teaching a handful of traumatized children how to palm a coin, patient as anything. Gaz watches from a few feet off, smiling softly as the whole room seems to ease at the lifted weight.
It’s rude to stare.