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[a-cloud-for-dreams]

i lowkey like this scrap so. here it is

tagging: @rc-catalog (maybe death mention? but otherwise i can't think of any tw)

[agattthaa]

Warm

Paring: Anna/Lane

Word count:

Rating: T

Summary: Lane didn't know what brought her that sensation of warmth, the blanket covering her, the body heat of the woman on her side or the feelings that same woman evoked to her.

Tagging: @rc-catalog

It had clearly been a stupid idea to bring Anna along. 

 

The lecture that was supposed to belong to only herself, would now also belong to the other woman. 

 

But it was not like Lane had any other choice. She had to see the marking that someone left in that tree, and the general had strictly forbidden her to go until he had assigned a group to escort her. Obviously, Lane was caught trying to sneak out. 

 

But, to her own luck or lack of it, the one to catch her was Anna. 

 

After a short interrogation, the woman simply grabbed her coat and declared that she was going too. Obviously, Lane tried to stop her, but Anna didn’t listen to her, leaving the manor by the front door and climbing one of the snowmobiles and turning around to look at Lane with a wicked smile and waiting for her to join her on top of it. 

 

Maybe if she decrypted the book before the general found them, the lecture wouldn’t be that long. 

 

The two of them clearly would not have peace for an entire week. 

 

But she really had no other choice. She was sure that there was something else, some other important clue, hidden below that marked tree. She had to see it. Urgently. And the general had promised an escort group over 36 hours before, and still nothing. So, it was clear that he had his attention focused somewhere else and that Lane had no time to waste. 

 

Then she simply climbed the snowmobile, placing her hands on Anna’s waist and smiling to herself when the woman pulled her closer by the hands, making Lane hug her from behind before turning the vehicle on and starting to drive towards the marked spot. 

 

If they really didn’t want to cause that many suspicions or to have a smaller lecture, they surely shouldn’t have stolen an entire vehicle. But lately, since she was forbidden to do research on the mysterious pathogen, she has become more daring, sometimes almost challenging to the general’s authority. And who was Lane to stop her? 

 

If Anna wanted to tear that entire manor apart with her own hands, what else could Lane do besides picking up the glass shards before Anna could hurt herself? 

 

So if the microbiologist wanted to accompany her to the middle of nowhere to a probable scene of murder and then later listen to the longest yapping of this world, Lane would only hold her close while she could. Then, only the cold Siberian wind and snow and the tall, dark trees would be the witnesses of how easily Anna could sway Lane. Only they would be aware that she had become someone special to Lane. Only they would be aware that she had become Lane's weakness. 

 

With her quick thinking and adorable angry face, and with the loud laugh that only Lane could get out of her. 

 

Out of all the experiences that Lane could have, clearly being in love was the most defenseless one. Against everything she had been taught and everything she was led to believe, Lane had allowed someone to get close enough to turn all her defense walls into dust. 

 

Anna had sneaked inside Lane's space and heart like a serpent, sneaking behind the tall grass and only letting her presence be known when it was way too late for her prey to defend herself or to run away. Lane only noticed that Anna had completely wrapped herself in Lane's heart when it was way too late for anything to be done about it. 

 

And the surprising part is that she didn't want to do anything about it. Surprisingly, the knowledge that her heart laid completely bare into someone else's hand wasn't nearly as frightening as she once believed it would be. 

 

After everything, Anna was surprisingly soft and kind, and her happiness made Lane happy, and in hopeless moments, her mind traveled straight to Anna's laughter. And it wasn't something that she wanted to give up only because of her fears. Not now, not ever. Not Anna. 

 

Instead, she hugged the woman closer, closing her eyes and resting her head against Anna's shoulder, letting all her worries drift away as she felt the woman breathing against her cheek, and abruptly getting up when she felt the snowmobile suddenly stopping, still too far away from their destination. Her confusion ended when she saw that it had started snowing. 

 

They couldn't move forward, not while the weather stayed like this, so Anna parked the mobile against the closest tree she could find, climbed down the mobile, and sat on the bare cold ground, hugging herself close and smiling to Lane, who took out a blanket from her backpack, sat down on Anna's side, and threw the blacket over the two of them.

 

The microbiologist instantly curled herself against Lane, hugging her close by the waist and rubbing her noise against Lane's neck, letting out a small smile when Lane hugged her by the shoulder.

 

-You are so warm. 

 

-No, you are just freezing. Come closer. 

 

Anna was shamelessly to comply with Lane's wish, and due to their impossibly close proximity, they were merging into each other in a way that neither of them knew were one starter or the other ended. 

 

Anna held her by the waist, pulling closer and closer and closer, and Lane had no idea if what was warming her was the blacket, the body heat of the woman on her side, or the feelings that same woman evoked for her.

 

The microbiologist rubbed her nose against Lane's neck, her head slowly climbing up until her nose was rubbing against Lane's cheek. 

 

-Are you feeling less cold?

 

Anna pulled away to look into her eyes, the cold tinting her face red and her eyes looking deeply between Lane's eyes and lips. 

 

-I could feel warmer. 

 

Lane only felt Anna's hands grabbing her by the base of her neck before their lips finally united. Their cold noses rubbing against each other and their warm breaths merging into only one. 

 

One kiss should not be that powerful. One kiss should not be enough to make Lane want to do everything so that Anna still smiled against her lips on the next morning. One kiss should not be enough to make her want to belong completely to someone else. 

 

And still, it was.

 

When they parted, the air around them didn't feel as cold anymore, and their smiles mirrored each other's. The rare smile on Lane's lips only made Anna smile brighter. And they smiled brighter when their lips met again and again. 

 

And while they were in each other's arms, suddenly the world felt warmer.

[secret-fungi]

untitled wtc wip

book: time catcher

pairing: vesper x nova [duh]

Rating: M

tw: mentions of cutting, hanging and other forms of harm, emotional distress, the idea of smut but no smut.

@rc-catalog

It was quiet now, in the catcher’s now barren room, A heavy silence hung, swinging in the air as the two stood before the other, simply staring, waiting for the last song to end, and as it did, the pair came close, as they often had, neither one questioned if this was the last. Because there was an end.

That finite line where ‘I love you’ blurred and faded into ‘I’ll forgive you… one day.” It was hidden where the sky met the sea. 

This was the catcher’s idea, her silly version of redemption that didn’t match any definition Vesper held to be true. Some idea put there by a mad man, the idea no doubt had been carved into the Catcher’s being, engraved on the inside of her rib, right above her heart so that with each beat his words would scrape against her and deafened all other words.

They fell upon the bed,  as they had times before and as the older woman smiled down at the catcher, and the catcher looked up at the other, watching as the breeze pushed a stray strand of hair around they both had a similar wish – a soft prayer that tomorrow would wait awhile. 

Vesper left a trail of kisses from the catcher's lips down to the center of her chest, stopping for a moment to kiss the side of her breast. And in that moment the catcher looked at her, her fingers reaching out to play with a strand of hair that had fallen into the woman’s face, that same affected smile remained on her lips as looked down at her. 

Against her lips she could feel the woman’s heart speed up with every move her hands made. 

“Stay.” she whispered into the catcher’s chest. “I can’t.” came the wavering response. 

It felt to Vesper that the man had made the catcher’s being his stone tablet, cutting through flesh and muscle, down to the bone and when she ran her hands over the dip of Nova's hip she could almost feel the jagged letters he had etched into bones, though she kissed the catcher’s sharp hipbone, right where she felt those dips and carvings, they didn’t go away. She tried to read them, tried to guess which ones she had used whenever she heard the catcher’s father in her.

It was her when she said ‘I’m with you.’  

It was Him when she said ‘No one will accept me.’

And it was Him whenever she said that she hated her eyes. 

Him when she said ‘The brush is ignorant to the scene the artist makes’

But it was Her when she said ‘I love you’ Vesper knew that for sure, but when it came to “I can’t stay.’ She hesitated and found that she couldn’t make out the one who said it.

She pressed another kiss against the other’s heart, if only to let the weary thing know it had a home.

When she looked at the woman, the worst part of it wasn’t that she didn’t love her. It would have been easier if she felt that the woman had no feelings at all. It’d make this all easier if she could believe that she was an unfeeling monster, it would be much easier for everyone, if Nova was just enemy and not someone that was trapped behind a door, locked within a dark, damp closet that smelt of mold and was overrun by things that gave all children a fright. Even when she no longer was trapped behind that door, she clawed desperately at it. She didn’t mean to hurt you when she tried to escape, but as she flailed about trying to stop herself from drowning, her arm still smacked you, and her nails still ripped the skin from your flesh.

It would make everything easier if she didn’t love her. Because she wouldn’t look at her like that, like watching tears streaming down her cheeks had almost made her stay– If Nova was just an enemy, then Vesper wouldn’t bring her arms to wrap around her in an attempt to make her stay and her hands wouldn’t shake when she did, but even that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was that she loved her, just not enough for it to make a difference.

But Vesper didn’t blame her, even if she wanted to, because she understood.

She really did, afterall She knew that Nova could be having the same thoughts about her, because Vesper loved her, Just not enough for it to make a difference. 

Maybe, we were all running from a place we could never escape, where we grew up. Where the world stopped for the first time, or maybe the last. Nova didn’t know if there was a difference, Because it stopped all the same. 

Maybe – we never escape from that place, any progress was simply an illusion, a red thread to the bottom of a tar pit. 

There was no escape, there was no end. 

But even still…. This moment was gold. 

The woman's nails dragged up and down her back, looking at her through her lashes. You could tell she thought that it was a horrible Idea just by the way her lips were pressed together. You could tell she had more she wanted to say. But neither one said anything. 

There was an end, there always was. But just for a moment, when the women laid face to face, so close that their noses almost touched, close enough to count the moles and notice the lines forming, to notice the gold in amber and the green in gray. The woman looked at her so intently with this calm sense of knowing, and it made Nova wonder if she could see her own heart in Nova?

“Vesper.” The catcher pleaded but not knowing what for, the name had spilled from her lips before she could swallow, in that instant the woman almost seemed to flinch.

She always said her name like a prayer, desperate and fragile, uttered in such a quiet reverence as if said in the middle of the night or like a man too far from salvation. Guttural, and mourning. 

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for this day, I present an unfinished edit of Saraswati, Devi and Radha. as you all know, I've been itching to make a Ram × Devi wedding series, and the next thing is Mehendi after Haldi, and in a Mehendi function, women generally wear green outfits and apply henna on their hands and feet for good luck and blessings from God. Radha's outfit is decided, but I cant seem to get a nice outfit going on for the Saraswati and the bride, Devi. so any help would be appreciated! (asks are more than welcome <3)

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Flash Fic Friday 6/26/24

Today I'm sharing a snippet of Dmitry x Lane #4 for @rc-catalog's first Flash Fic Friday!

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

flash fic friday #6: cold to the touch

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"your fingers were cold, earlier today." i didn't look into his eyes, rather, my gaze lingered on the way he held my hands, filling them with an undeniable warmth. one more step, that was all it would take for him to overcome his hesitation. but something was holding him back. "they're usually like that. it's nothing new." he pursed his lips, which said more than any words could. i liked how he stopped hiding his true feelings around me. he was one less puzzle to figure out. one less riddle to solve. "i'll be fine, you can tell the General not to worry." the words didn't slip out before i could catch them. no, they hung taut in the charged air, eliciting the delicate response i craved. i made a move, and now it was his. his hand left mine, and before i could register the loss of warmth, i felt his hand brush over my waist. my thoughts were racing, but the words from before were lodged in my throat. it was as though i was held against my own will, as my body intertwined with his. he leaned forward, his breath tickling my neck. "I'm not asking for him."

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

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