#otp 7

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Desire’s Body Snippet

Sol panted a few time, licking his chapped lips. “If we don’t find some water soon…It’s not going to look good for us, love.” Tarana frowned realizing that they were surrounded by water.  “Why couldn’t we drink the sea water? It smells sweet. Fruity even.” Sol sat up and said, “Yeah, I know. That’s why the Furore sea is dangerous. While it does smell like something we’d want to drink, it’s not. In fact, it will burn your tongue and mouth as soon as you drink it.”

“It will?”  Tara’s worried eyes looked down at the jungle green waters.

“Yes. The properties of the water don’t do well with the enzymes in our mouths.”

Tarana slumped down into the boat at this news. “So we are really in trouble.” She could feel her throat cracking with each word she spoke.  

“Now you’re getting it,” Sol replied as he leaned back against the boat with his right arm over his eyes. There was no use in sugar coating it for Tarana. The reality was if they didn’t find shore soon and fresh water, they would die from dehydration.

Here are the sounds of Sol and Tarana floating in the sea 

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Happy STS! What is your OC's most embarrassing childhood memory?

Happy STS back to you! Thank you for the ask. Oh boy... Both Sol and Tarana have had some embarassing memories but we'll go with ones that make an impact

Sol

When he was around 7-8, Sol had spotted a woman in the castle who was wearing a gown very similar to one of Queen Seraphyne's favorites, so without looking closely, he sprinted across the courtyard yelling "Mother!" and then wrapped himself around her waist from the back. The startled woman turned around and was revealed to be a castle maid, not his mother. The actual queen was nearby trying, and failing, not to laugh at her oldest son. Sol meanwhile had let go immediately, turned red and attempted to walk away with some sort of dignity. Too bad a hedge was right in front of him. He walked right into it before running off to hide. Seraphyne never let him forget it for the next few days.

Tarana

After having learned trapping basics living in Baromund Forest, 9-year-old Tarana had proudly built a snare. In her opinion, a very clever snare. To bad she couldn't say the same for herself. An hour later she forgot where she had placed it and decided to run around and play. The trapped worked perfectly... on her. Her sister Tsuna found her hanging upside down in slight distress and laughed so hard her belly ached. Tarana pouted but joined in the laughter soon after as she was freed.

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Tiny Cevoryn's Wave Part

The sounds of the ocean waves were slightly louder as they crashed against the shore near the royal cottage. Sol and Tarana made their way through the house to the kitchen and eating area. Sol covered his mouth as he yawned, still waking up. "What do you want to eat?" Tarana asked, lifting on her tiptoes to open a cabinet where a bowl was selected. Her night gown rose high up her thigh, and Sol paused mid yawn, not missing it. "Bend over," he answered, and Tarana let out a squeak in response, turning around to face him.

"I mean food, Sunray."

"You sustain me enough though, baby." Sol replied, coming closer.

Tarana shook her head and smiled, not knowing what she was going to do with this man who supposedly ruled over a whole planet.

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You Look Just Like...

The inn’s common room buzzed with evening chatter, firelight flickering against wood-carved walls. Sol had barely stepped two paces inside before a voice shot across the room.

“Coridan?”

Sol froze.

Tarana, beside him, blinked up in confusion as a stout older man hurried over, wiping some flour off of his hands onto his apron.

“By the Creators...it is you, isn’t it?” the man said, beaming, already reaching out for a handshake. “Tydian King Cor—”

Sol’s mouth twitched, his shoulders tightening in a way Tarana recognized instantly: the polite, exhausted bracing of a man who had answered this exact mix-up at least six times this week.

“I’m Tydian King Solaren,” he corrected gently. “Coridan was my father.”

The man’s eyes widened. “Oh! My apologies, Your Radiance. Realms above, but you look just like him. Same jaw, same smile, same—”

“Same habit of frowning at menus?” Tarana deadpanned.

Sol shot her a look; she only smirked.

The innkeeper laughed heartily. “Coridan did always stand there staring at the lunch board like it personally offended him. Realms rest the man, he was a legend. Used to visit this inn every few years. Always called my wife’s stew ‘the real treasure of Thosta.’”

Sol softened, eyes glimmering with something tender. “He… he did like stew.”

The innkeeper clapped Sol on the shoulder, harder than one should ever clap a king. “Well then, Your Maje— Solaren. You’ll have a bowl on the house!”

As the man bustled away, Sol exhaled slowly.

Tarana nudged him with her shoulder. “You alright, Sun?”

“It’s just strange,” Sol admitted quietly while looking down at her, before shrugging. “You know...being mistaken for him. Feels like stepping into a shadow I’m not sure I can fill.”

Tarana studied him for a moment, then reached up to adjust the collar of his coat. “You’re not filling his shadow,” she said softly. “You’re carving your own light.”

His breath hitched just a little.

“…Thank you,” he murmured.

A young server passed by just then, glanced at Sol, then froze mid-step swaying around her ankles. “Oh! King Cori—”

Sol’s head thumped lightly against Tarana’s shoulder as she burst out laughing.

“Oh, Creators save me,” he groaned.

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In the words of DJ Red Hat---errrrm, Red CAP...

“What’s up, guys?!”

#ThaCrew discusses NWSL’s Week 7 action in the newest episode of Off The Post! 

In which WNY Flash gets some love and Jen’s resident ghost flushes a toilet offscreen.