I absolutely love your hurt/comfort bingo, so much angst! And happy endings! Please write "Cradling someone in their arms" for Speaker and Liam 🥺
Title: Cat’s Cradle
Summary: Liam casts a spell to protect you all in a place that encourages magic to backfire.
Warnings: Major character injury, hyperventilation
Notes: It’s been a minute since I’ve done a BTHB piece, and this one is going to be much shorter than some of the old ones, but I really like this idea. (If you sent me a BTHB prompt a long time ago, I will fill it, don’t worry! I just have some late gift pieces to finish first.) I’m sorry that this ended up being a little more gen than you probably intended, but I just needed to give Li some comfort after all of the things @speakergame‘s author dropped on us in the Discord. I hope you like it.
Also here on AO3.
Lily version.
Your first thought is that you should have known. Somehow. It’s not like the clues weren’t there, but you all came here to solve a completely different mystery, and so they might as well have been whispers in a hurricane. Your sister’s headache, Rory complaining of the dark being harder to see though, Kana being even less willing to use their voice than usual... it wouldn’t surprise you, now, to hear that Sebastian or Azalea had been feeling the strain, too. You’re glad that neither one of them had tried to use their respective powers down here.
But Li--
Li.
“Liam,” you gasp, moving forwards as your vision finally clears and the smoke settles, to see him lying on the ground with violet magic sparking from his arms like the tattoos there are a circuit board, not part of a human body. The others are still standing, and you can hear them call out at all different volumes, various degrees of concern ranging from fully-panicked (your sister) to handling-it-but-worried (Kana).
Sebastian starts to say something about someone checking the exits--that’s right, you were all locked in here, right before--and searching for supplies, other dangers, but his voice fades in the face of Li’s shallow, pained breathing. You reach down to try and take his hand when it feels like someone shoves a hot knife through your palm and into your forearm.
“Ah--” You hiss and pull your hand away on reflex, only to see sparks of Liam’s magic crackling off your fingertips as you move.
“Careful,” Azalea says, taking your hand gently in her own. The red impact mark of whatever just happened fades as she rubs her fingers over it, and your heart clenches before you realize she’s not using any magic. The marks are just being soothed away. “We--I think his own spell hurt him. He wiped out...whatever those things were trying to attack us, but it hit him, too. I just don’t know...”
“We have to help him,” you say, and Azalea looks at you with determination and sadness in equal parts. She knows, but she doesn’t know how.
“--have to go,” rasps Liam, drawing your attention. You look down, and there’s a second where it looks like his eyes are completely black. They’re not, of course; they’re normal, but it takes you a second to blink away the panic, and that’s enough time for Liam to curl in on himself, turning away from you as he repeats, “Go. Bef... Before m-more of them--”
He breaks off on a gasp. You’re not sure if it’s the way his whole body shakes through a wince, the way his breath sounds like it’s getting shallower, or the words themselves, like he expects you to leave him there, that hits the hardest.
But it doesn’t really matter because before you can think better of it, you’re reaching out. It’s a good thing your body knows what your heart wants to do and doesn’t need your mind’s help right now because as soon as you touch Li again, that bastardized version of his magic floods into you like the world’s spikiest mouthful of a too-hot drink. You grit your teeth and breathe through the pain as you roll Liam back towards you, getting an arm under his back as you go so that you can pull him up into a hug. One of his hands lands on your arm and the other on your stomach, trying to push you away. But you hold on.
“No,” you grit out. “No, I won’t leave you.” Liam freezes in your arms at the words, and it’s a shard of ice in your heart.
“Wait!” you hear Azalea say suddenly. To your horror, the next thing you feel is a hand on your shoulder. The magic that’s now sparking off of you, just like Li, jumps to whoever touched you faster than you can turn your head, but when you do, you realize with a sinking feeling that it’s your sister who reached out.
It takes another second to realize that it doesn’t hurt as bad anymore. Your sister's hand grows almost painfully tight on your shoulder, but she doesn't instantly pull away like you had, like she’d touched a hot stove. And Liam isn’t almost hyperventilating against your shoulder, either.
“Ow,” your sister says, and she lets go, shaking her hand in the air. “What’s happening? Are you two--?”
Her words stop suddenly when the pain comes back and you hunch forward, putting more of your body over Liam’s like a shield, even though you’re getting the sense that this doesn’t work like that. Liam actually cries out this time, and you squeeze your eyes shut. If he’d started acclimating to the pain, then feeling relief only for it to get worse again was probably harder than getting hurt in the first place.
“I think I get it,” Azalea says. She sounds as frantic as she does hopeful, this time, and you look over to her from the corner of your eye. You want to stop her as you see that she’s also reaching towards you, but you can’t without letting Li go. Her hand lands on your knee.
A soft sound, like she’d just lifted something really heavy (heavy for her, of course), passes her lips, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead she nods, and when she speaks again, it’s loud enough for everyone to hear. (You realize that Liam’s cry probably got all their attention, when it became obvious he was still hurting despite your best efforts.) “Something here is making all our magic turn against us. It’s why some of us have had a headache, and why Kana started feeling sick when they talked. When Liam cast a spell, his magic backfired, and his body can’t absorb it back up because it’s... Well, it’s like it’s been poisoned.”
She uses her free hand to point to the almost thorny lines of violet covering you, your sister, herself, and Liam. It really doesn’t look like Li’s regular magic except the color.
The touch on your shoulder comes back, and you hear your sister hiss a little bit this time. But her grip stays solid, and the pain lessens again. “But this helps?” she asks.
You don’t respond as Liam tries to push away from you again, saying, “Don’t-- I’m fine...”
“Aw, I see!” says Rory, voice bright, circling around the group of you clustered on the floor. “Spread the force over a bigger area, and the pressure gets lighter, right?” Rory’s hand lands solidly on Azalea’s back, and this time you barely notice a reaction at all except for your own pain decreasing. Against your chest, Liam is breathing more deeply, and his muscles are no longer so tight that you feel like you’re holding wood instead of a person.
Kana comes up behind you, crouching in a manner that you’re sure is unfairly graceful before putting a hand on your elbow. They still don’t speak, probably more acutely aware now than ever about how dangerous it is, but their thumb brushes comforting, silent patterns across your arm. Sebastian, at almost the same time, reaches a hand down to your sister, who takes it with a smile as she catches the look of concern on his features.
With all seven of you, it barely takes a few more seconds for the pain--now reduced to a feeling like slightly-too-hot shower water rather than anything truly dangerous--to drain away completely, leaving Liam spark-free and flushed as his face remains buried against the front of your shoulder.
For a moment, you all just breathe.
Then you hear movement. Footsteps, maybe, or something else; you’re sure Rory and Sebastian can hear it more clearly even if the result is a bit of a headache down here.
“Are you good?” Sebastian asks, looking between you and Liam. As soon as you nod, he lets go of your sister’s hand and goes back to trying to find a way out, and one by one, the others go to help.
You notice Liam trembling slightly in your arms as they all move away, and for a horrifying second, you think he's still in pain. But you’re still holding him, and you feel nothing except the heat of his breath where it’s trapped between you. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he speaks, quietly as always but somehow smaller.
“Told you you should’ve left,” he says, and his voice breaks on the last word. You have a feeling from the tone that he was going to continue and couldn’t. You hold tighter.
“Liam Michael Cowles,” you say thickly, dropping your forehead helplessly onto his shoulder, “we are not going to leave you. Don’t even joke about that. You’re a part of this team--” (family, you think) “--and you’re my friend, and I won’t leave you behind for anything.”
His breath hitches in your ear. You pull back just enough that he has to put an arm down to hold himself up as you move your hands to press against his face. “Whatever’s coming,” you say, “we’ll face it together.”
You smile at him and long for the day when he won’t be surprised to hear you say he’s a part of you.
Summary: Speaker should not be allowed on tumblr during breaks!
Warnings: None
Notes: This is really just a very silly story based off a situation from college and a quote I said to my roommate then. (See above title) I couldn’t get the concept of these characters in this scenario out of my head soooo here!
It’s one of those nights where it is too late and everyone has been at work for much too long in the Delaney household. Everyone sits around the living room with varying bits of research in front of each of them. Nellie and Laurie huddle on the sofa leaning over the map on the coffee table. Azalea and Sebastian are sticking posted notes along the white board and connecting them with dry erase markers. Josephine and Li sit back to back on the floor next to Barkspawn surrounded by books.
With a heavy sigh Josephine leans back on Li folding them over the book she has in her lap uncomfortably. “Break time! I’m calling it!”
“Yeah yeah. Get up then.” Li says trying to straighten back up. Josephine just slides to the side off of Li and cuddles into Barkspawn.
“Let us finish this up first.” Laurie says, still very interested in the map.
“You at least love me. Don’t you?” She pets Barkspawn as she speaks, Li just rolls her eyes. His tail starts wagging whether at her words or the pets she can’t be sure. Josephine pulls out her phone to check her phone and scrolls through her notifications until she sees one from tumblr. She opens her phone to a post about fanfictions with terrible crackships, so naturally she has to share with the class. Moving to stand in the middle of the room she holds her phone up and starts with an introduction. “So I found this post on Tumblr.”
“Well that doesn’t bode well.” Sebastian sits in the free chair, him and Azalea having found a breaking point. This comment earns him a hush and a playful glare.
Looking back at her phone Josephine returns to her mission. “It’s all about terrible terrible crackships. We start off easy with Steve Rogers/Clint Barton, lord farquaad/thelonious, Berry B Benso-”
“No the moment you bring up the Bee Movie nothing good can follow. Stop.” Laurie says.
“What exactly is a crackship?” Azalea chimes perched on the arm of the sofa.
“A relationship that fans pair from characters that don’t really seem to match up.” Li explains. She gives Josephine a mischievous side glance. “And Laurie is right nothing good follows Berry B Benson in these conversations.”
“I take that to mean you are encouraging her?” Sebastian observes, somewhat defeated. Best to let this play out, it’s only a tumblr post, right?
“Go ahead, finish the post.” Nellie offers, good naturedly.
“Uh-hum. Berry B Benson/Shrek,” An evil smile spreads across Josephines face as her sister lets out a sound of frustration that sounds like “see!” Josephine continues on the list that only gets worse. “Sonic the HedgeHog/Waluigi, Spongebob/Barney,”
“These don’t make any sense!” Laurie screams with genuine confusion. Josephine bursts out laughing while everyone else just watches with varying degrees of just waiting to be over and enjoying the show (Li) “Why do they exist!?”
From her peels of laughter, Josephine manages, “Oh, dear sister mine, there is someone on the internet for everything! You have to admit they are funny! Anywho, Dr. Phil/Peppa Pig, Shrek/Toothpaste!!”
Josephine has to stop to catch her breath from laughter and Laurie takes the opening to get up and try to wrestle her phone away. She makes her way around the coffee table but Josephine runs around it keeping the table between them. Both Cowles siblings move their limbs out of the way, enjoying the chaos.
“Get the phone! Stop her!” Laurie pleas for anyone. Both Cowles siblings shake their heads. Azalea blocks off the room past the chairs and sofa while Sebastian just stays in his place not blocking the path between the chair and coffee table but not giving an easy escape. This causes Josephine have to shimmy in place long enough that her sister rounds the table. In Josephine’s attempt at a quick escape past Sebastian she manages to catch her feet on something and trip herself. Landing herself right on top of Sebastian in the chair. He manages to grab the phone from her before she can regain her bearings and hold it out of reach. Laurie lets out a whoop of victory.
“Draco/Hogwarts squid….., Robbie Rotten/…..Elmo,” Josephine squints towards her phone screen still in view. Laurie covers her eyes so that she can’t see anything let alone the phone. “Citizen Can/Fred Jones, Naruto/SansUndertale.”
“Stop!”
“I don’t need my eye to hurt you.” Josephine laughs getting ready to think up more as her sister moves her hands to cover her mouth. As an after thought she covers her nose lightly enough that it only looks like attempted murder.
“Shhhh go to sleep go to sleep.” She releases after the joke is over though.
“Alright you win.” Josephine says getting off Sebastian’s lap. “Sorry about that Sebastian. Can I have my phone back.”
“I think you’ve lost phone privileges for now. Some of those were really terrible.” He says pocketing the phone.
Helo! The previous Li/Seb poly anon is back!😅 I'm pretty sure you're bored of me, but your writing of them is so addictive! Soooo, can please have another Li/Seb poly prompt? I don't know which one to request tho, so can you pick for me and write whichever you want or something?
Hey, guess what, my arm doesn’t hurt today! So I decided to write. :D Anyway, here’s a little bit of a different flavor of the poly than usual, which is me leaning a little more heavily on the parts of myself that are similar to Sebastian and also indulging in some fun pining. I didn’t link this to any particular prompt from the list, though, and this is longer than 10 sentences. Just started writing and this is what happened. I hope you like it!
(Also, anon, I am never bored of you. I love getting asks for this game and in general.)
“They’ve always been like this,” the Seer said one day as she handed Sebastian a mug of coffee, both of them watching as Li and the Speaker constructed a plan one fragmented sentence that the other would finish at a time, sitting cross-legged on the floor, knees touching, and yet never once hitting each other as they gestured (like a single body rather than two). And it suddenly made so much sense.
“It,” of course, meaning why Sebastian always felt like he was intruding when it was the three of them together, why it always felt like more than his height that kept him from walking perfectly in step with either of them. Why he couldn’t, for once in his life, be honest about his intentions. (Having these stirring feelings for them both only made it worse--or maybe better. Maybe, at least this way, he knew that they were both good for each other, that they would both be happy, that he could walk away knowing they would both be treated with as much care as two people in love could manage.)
(It wasn’t actually better, but he told himself it could be.)
He really wasn’t sure what to do, then, with the fact that there were also moments when Sebastian forgot to realize he didn’t belong. When Li picked up some thread of his dry humor and and wove it into something like banter, or when the Speaker relied on him like trusting Sebastian was as easy as breathing. Talking himself out of flirting with them--either or both--in moments like that was incredibly hard, especially when it wasn’t like he wanted to disrupt what they clearly already had (even if neither, apparently, was able to say it aloud). Sebastian didn’t want to come between them but to go with them. To be a part of the world they sometimes pulled him into with those gestures and not wonder if he was the alien.
No, stamping down on these feelings would be so much easier if he was just jealous like any normal person. Jealousy was aggressive and vile and easy to condemn, an easily-identified toxic byproduct, but longing? Longing was a subtler poison. It hurt no one but him, after all, so long as he had the self-control not to act on it.
For a second, the room fell silent, and Sebastian blinked, wondering if someone had asked him a question. But the woman on the couch at his side wasn’t looking at him, and neither was Li or the Speaker, who were instead staring at each other, eyes wide and cheeks lifting into matching grins.
“--the banana rug horoscope trick!” they both said suddenly, at the same time, only to immediately fall into laughter. Sebastian looked at the Seer, who thankfully didn’t seem to understand any better than he did. He wondered if the look on his face was as fond as hers.
“Incredible,” Sebastian muttered to himself as the two of them seemed to argue about whether whatever they meant before would really work.
“You know all of that stuff about how when AIs talk to each other, their language evolves too quickly for people to keep up after a few minutes?” Seer asked quietly, a sly little quirk to her lips.
Sebastian huffed out a chuckle. Yes, he said without speaking. If he didn’t already believe it, those two would have convinced him.
In another instant, the Speaker rushed from the room and up the stairs, just as Li leaned backwards, flashing a lazy grin in Sebastian’s direction. He returned the look with an unimpressed, raised eyebrow, face already having lost its amusement if only for the purpose of telling Li how unbelievable the two of them were.
“Don’t pretend like you aren’t part of this,” Li said, and Sebastian had to remind himself that Li was talking to both him and the Seer, that it didn’t mean what his heart wanted it to.
What passed his lips was, “We all know we’re stuck with you.” What he held back was, I want to be. Li kept smiling at him, even when the Speaker returned with a bundle of something under one arm, squeezing his shoulder on the way past, and Sebastian felt warm.
He knew better than to let his feelings get in the way of work, but this didn’t hurt. Not them, not anyone they were meant to help, and (Sebastian realized with a breath of relief) not even himself. So maybe it was alright, for now, to let the whole thing be. He could sit by and keep longing so long as it was unobtrusive...so long as it meant he could enjoy that warmth.
For all that Sebastian could rationalize emotion, he would not convince himself it was a bad thing if his heart fluttered seeing the two people he cared for most being in love and happy.
Title: Wide Open
Summary: Sometimes, fighting is a very serious business, and sometimes...this.
Warnings: None.
Notes: This is just a short piece for some specific trope-loving friends on the @speakergame Discord server, which you can find in the pinned post on that blog. This story assumes nothing about either Speaker or Rory’s gender, only that Speaker is shorter than Rory.
Also here on AO3.
It wasn’t like there was a whole lot else you could do. Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the smartest decision in the world, but Rory was protecting your sister, and that meant your instincts said to protect Rory, who was now wide open. It was just that simple. Never mind the fact that Rory was both taller and stronger than you, especially now, after everything. And never mind the fact that you didn’t have a weapon at this point.
You just needed a little more time for the others, and whether you had to buy it with your fists or your words wasn’t nearly as important as making sure you all got out safely.
“Hey, no,” you heard from behind you, just at the same second that you felt two warm hands circle your waist and lift. A clumsy imitation of a dance move you were pretty sure you’d seen done before, except this was both exasperated and a little more desperate. You turned around as soon as you could, looking up into Rory’s eyes (and definitely not getting lost in those freckles, not in a situation like this, no matter how cute the blush growing behind them was). “My turn to be your knight in shining armor, highness.”
The playfulness in Rory’s voice, the little joke you’d had since that first meeting, struck you with something that felt a little like an adrenaline jolt and a little bit like seeing Rory for the first time all over again. It was simultaneously invigorating and disorienting, especially with the way the alley backlit those honey-brown curls.
And then, the whole moment shattered, as Rory smirked and added, “Also, you’re too short for anyone to take seriously as a human shield.”
“What--” you started to say, only to realize abruptly that despite Rory’s back being between the two of you and your foe, absolutely nothing had happened. Except that you could hear your sister, behind you, laughing, as what sounded like badly-repressed giggling quickly escalated into a full cackle, if only for a moment.
You looked over Rory’s shoulder--rather, around Rory’s shoulder--to see the others nearby, as well as what you were fighting, now wrapped up neatly in some actually pretty sick violet chains. The moment you made eye contact with Li, all you got was a shrug.
“We didn’t want to interrupt,” was the reply.
“It was cute!” said Azalea, seeming for all intents and purposes completely genuine, which only made it worse because you knew the other three were not.
“Ugh,” you groaned without heat, flopping forward dramatically so that your forehead fell on Rory’s chest before waving a hand vaguely in your friends’ direction. “You’re welcome.”
To your surprise, you felt the press of skin against your own as Rory ducked down, face pressing into your neck as you were enveloped in a quick but breathtaking hug. “Thank you.”
Spots to kiss + 11 between Agatha and Nellie. Author's choice if overtly romantic or not.
This was really cute and fun to write, and I hope you enjoy some oblivious wlw mutual pining. I don't know if this is entirely in character for Nellie yet because the story hasn't focused super hard on her relationship with Seer thus far, but I hope it's at least enjoyable even if it ends up being wrong.
11. a kiss on the corner of the mouth + Agatha/Nellie
In Agatha’s defense, she meant to kiss Nellie on the cheek. It was not intentional to accidentally bump into her crush’s nose and forehead so hard that Nellie almost fell into Anya on the couch. Anya, being seven and tack-sharp, moved out of the way like air, so when Nellie threw a hand down to catch herself, the youngest Cowles was safely out of the way.
“Shit—” Agatha started to say, cheeks burning furiously, as intense as if she’d just bitten the seed of a hot pepper.
Nellie just stared up, still half-reclined on the couch, and looking as if she couldn’t decide whether to be scandalized (a joke; Agatha was sure something like this wouldn’t actually ruffle Nellie’s feathers whatsoever) or just to outright laugh. “And here,” she said, laughter winning out, “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
“I’m sosorry,” Agatha said, reaching towards Nellie to offer her a hand and verypointedly ignoring the whispering she could hear from elsewhere in the room. She could make out her sibling and at least two more people, but the embarrassed thrumming of her blood in her ears made it hard to tell anything more than that.
Normally, it would be easy to tell when Nellie was joking—it was one of the things Agatha liked most about her, after all—but the unfortunate truth about crushes is that the influx of oh fuck oh shit pretty person aaaaaa had a well-documented history of cutting off logic. So, Agatha continued as she grabbed Nellie’s hand halfway to pull her up, “I mean, um, I amhappy to see you—all of you! Agnes said you’d be here but, I mean, it’s still good. And I’m really sorry."
This time, Nellie did laugh, just a single chuckle, dark eyes crinkling warmly. “No harm done,” she said. As she spoke, she brought a finger up to swipe from Agatha’s nose out across her cheek. Checking to make sure she was okay, Agatha realized, and also making Nellie acutely aware of how hot her face was, never mind how it looked. Her breath caught in her chest as Nellie gave a satisfied smile. “Looks like the only thing that got broken was a little concentration, and we were due for a break anyway.”
Nellie glanced away, which was good for Agatha’s heart rate. What was not, however, was the fact that as they both realized that they had been left completely alone, Nellie also flushed. Agatha could count on one hand the number of times she’d seen that happen. And it was nothing dramatic, of course, since Nellie Cowles was not a woman easily flustered.
And yet.
“…We should go find them,” Agatha said, feeling like she should step back and yet not doing it.
“Probably,” Nellie agreed, but she didn’t step back, either.
For the briefest second, she glanced fully away, and then Agatha was too caught up in the weight of Nellie’s hand on her shoulder and the fact that Nellie was shifting up on her toes to notice anything else. Nellie kissed her on the cheek, a straightforward, firm-but-not-forceful sort of kiss, and it would have been so easy to brush it off as platonic if not for the fact that Nellie’s lips were only a hair’s breadth from Agatha’s. If Agatha shifted even a little—
But she didn’t. Even as Nellie smirked at her, eyes twinkling, and then stepped around her and out of the room to chase down their siblings, Agatha stayed put.
It…didn’t have to mean anything, she told herself. After all, she had missed when she went to kiss Nellie, so Nellie could have, too.
Heya! I was wondering if i can request 48. Rampage with Sebastian Wynric from Speaker? Thank you! (Also, your writing is AMAZING!!!🥰)
Thank you very much, anon! I’m glad you like my writing. ^_^
Sorry this took so long, but here is 48. rampage + Sebastian from @speakergame.
Sebastian had always, always prided himself on control. His ability to control a situation, to wrest control by finding patterns in chaos, to control himself and his emotions such that his judgement wasn’t clouded any more than was absolutely human (or, mostly so). He had the potential and the cleverness and the power necessary to rampage through a problem, but it was his ability to choose a more careful, controlled path and succeed just as utterly that he considered real strength.
But like this, watching the Seer--no, watching his friend--shivering with fear and worry at the bedside of someone he loved, someone they’d all come so close to losing...
Sebastian suddenly understood the impulse that drove men to abandon control for vengeance. He clenched a fist at his side, feeling the pulse of his heart boil over into his fingertips, not entirely sure if he was holding himself back or trying to burn away his own restraint. But--if Sebastian couldn’t trust himself to do this, to muster the strength it took to maintain control in the face of anger and fear, all he could think was, then how could the Speaker trust him?
Hey there! Uhhh, i was wondering if maybe i can request 15. Trembling Hands with Sebastian from Speaker? If you don't mind ofcourse :) Hope i wasn't bothering you!
Of course you can, anon! You’re not bothering me at all. I did something a little weird with this one, though, and kind of...didn’t include the Speaker at all actually. So, please enjoy some camaraderie between Bas and the Seer!
It shouldn’t have surprised Sebastian that someone in their odd party would wake up during the night, and it really shouldn’t have surprised him that it would be the Seer. Despite being familiar with her powers and having seen the effects on others, it was still a sudden thing when she woke with a gasp, throwing the covers off and onto the other figure in the bed, who seemed not to notice.
Maybe he was really just surprised it had taken this long for a nightmare to wake her.
She didn’t seem to notice him or anyone else in the room, and Sebastian considered whether it might be better to wake the Speaker, but she hadn’t made any move to. For now, he stood up and walked quietly, socked footsteps inaudible, to the bathroom, where he poured a glass of water before returning.
The sound of the tap must have shocked her into awareness because she tracked his movements with her eyes as he approached, but he still said, “Here,” a bit uselessly when he held out the paper cup.
“Thanks,” she whispered. There was a moment when Sebastian was almost afraid that her trembling hands wouldn’t be able to take it, but the moment she had something to hold on to, the tremors stopped. She nodded to him, and he nodded back, and...maybe it was that simple.
I’m getting real close to being done with this 50 micro-story thing. I’m over 50 total fills right now, but I haven’t done one for each yet, so I’m still going!
This one is for a friend on the @speakergame Discord server who requested 10. righteous + Sebastian. I know my usual stories try to be as generic as possible with the Speaker so that it could be any of yours, but I chose to give the Speaker a personality and pronouns in this one specifically to explore a possible aspect of their dynamic with Sebastian after meeting for the first time.
“I don’t like him,” they said, turning to their sister and Azalea almost as soon as the door of the coffee shop shut behind them all. Both women were going to refute their impression, they knew that, and maybe there was a point hidden somewhere in that defense, but they were just too indignant to care, especially considering how he’d challenged their information (not that he’d done so, since understanding a Seer was farfetched, sure, but how).
What kind of private detective invited a client to meet him just to prove he was so smart and that they were lying?!
“He’s so smug, so arrogant, so convinced he has to prove he’s good at everything before he’ll give you the time of day, so--”
“So much like you?” said their sister, not unkindly but with a little spark in her eye that lit their cheeks with righteous fire.
