#quiet conversation

[horsechestnut]

I thought Kaldur’s boyfriend was Garth for a few minutes and my brain was stuck on a loop of “You know when you and your best friend are in love with the same girl, but then she dies so you just date each other instead?” 

[sims3morgans]

[esperata]

A short Nygmob one-shot

“Does it ever bother you?”

The quiet question in the otherwise silent room was enough to pull Edward from his post coital doze and he raised his head inquisitively, his brain not immediately able to make the leap to follow Oswald’s train of thought.

“My lack of experience,” Oswald clarified, doodling random patterns on Edward’s damp skin self-consciously.

Edward tucked himself comfortably back onto Oswald’s shoulder and wrapped his arms slightly tighter around him.

“No. If anything I’m glad of it.”

“Is that a touch of jealousy I detect?” The teasing tone of voice showed Os was reassured but Ed couldn’t let the incorrect assumption lie.

“It’s not just that,” he replied. “Though if anyone else dared touch you this way I’d kill them slowly and painfully.” The tender kiss placed on Oswald’s collar bone was incongruous with his violent speech but both were equally appreciated.

Oswald hummed happily before picking up on the obvious sequitur.

“If it’s not jealousy, what is it then?”

For a long few breaths Ed said nothing and Os almost thought he wasn’t going to answer at all. Then he spoke with careful precision, having seemingly considered his words first.

“With my previous partners… Kristen, Isabella and Lee… I always felt they were comparing me to their past lovers. That I was being judged. And, to be honest, I wasn’t entirely confident I lived up to their expectations. That’s not been an issue with you. I knew I was your first and… even if I did something wrong… you wouldn’t pick up on it.”

He buried his face into Oswald’s chest, obviously embarrassed.

“God that sounds so pathetic,” he mumbled only just loud enough for Os to make out.

“Do you want to know what I think?” Os lifted one hand to pet at Ed’s hair comfortingly.

“I think you’ll tell me anyway.”

Os ignored the remark and continued on.

“I know you think I’m a sentimental romantic… and perhaps I am… but I truly believe we each have one perfect love in this life. And no matter how many others we may bed and love in the meantime, no-one will give us the pure joy our true love will.”

Ed couldn’t help but raise his head to look at Oswald’s face as he spoke with such surety and Os made sure to lock their eyes before summarising.

“I’m sure that even if I’d had a hundred lovers before you… a thousand even… none would ever bring me to the heights of passion you do because you’re my one true love Edward. You always have been. And you always will be.”

Edward didn’t realise he’d started crying until Oswald wiped the tears from his cheeks. He swiftly turned his face to kiss the palms before shifting up to bring himself level with Oswald’s shining face.

“You’re my one true love too Os. Always.”

He placed chaste kisses over the beloved features until they both sighed with the wave of contentment and settled down together to sleep, safe in the knowledge they were right where they belonged.

[shannaraisles]

March Madness - Day 10

Obsession

Dermot patted Morrigan’s hand as she squeezed his shoulder, flickering a grateful glance to her before she moved away from where he stood, watching over the camp. Most of their group were resting, but Alistair had rather foolishly offered to spar with Elinar. This was resulting in the young Grey Warden having his ass handed to him in multiple ways by a woman who was certainly not letting her withered hand get the better of her.

Dermot frowned as he watched the sparring. There was a fire in Elinar he was unused to seeing, a darkness that flickered at the edges of her consciousness and colored everything she did or said. It worried him, though he had no idea how to broach it with her. Nor even what it could pertain to.

“She is spirited, your sister.”

He glanced to his left, to where Zevran was lounging against a tree. It was strange, he reflected, that he had been ready to kill the elf when they had first spoken, yet now he welcomed the quiet, undemanding company Zevran offered at times. He didn’t feel as though Zevran expected anything of him ... well, apart from that embarrassing offer to share his tent that first week. He really had to stop thinking about that.

“She’s always been the strong one,” he heard himself murmur, returning his gaze to Elinar’s display of martial skill.

“But this strength, it worries you, no?” Zevran asked quietly. “You see her losing herself to the darkness.”

Dermot’s head snapped around once more to pin the elven assassin with a sharp stare. Zevran shrugged lightly.

“I, too, know that darkness,” he said in an easy tone, as though deliberately keeping his voice light. “That obsession for revenge. It changes you, and revenge itself never takes the pain away.”

“You have personal experience of that?”

Zevran’s smile was disarmingly dismissive. “It is not my obsession that concerns you,” he pointed out. “Be worried, my friend. Show her your concern. Teach your sister not to pin her hopes on a death that will change nothing.” He sighed, straightening up from his lean. “Or you will lose her to the darkness.”

He gave Dermot a nod, slipping away toward his bedroll, leaving the Warden to stare after him in the gathering twilight. He knew Elinar was obsessed with ending Rendon Howe, knew she risked losing herself to that obsession ... so why was he now distracted by Zevran’s darkness?

[marquis-teren-kiden]

The Pixie and the Priest

[huminightingale]

' limbo '

with no longer you, i'll say my part quietly then, in hopes it reaches your heart and to no one else.

i'll say it quietly so, it brings you back from where the earth has hid you from me.

ever so quietly, the cosmos of our colours unites once more and give the sunset hue again.