#spiral clouds

[oh-sunny-sun]

― 今日の夕景 ―

午後6時27分を回った頃にて.

2023年8月17日 木曜日

"Today's Evening View"

It was around 6:27 p.m.

Thursday, August 17, 2023

[bunyipchild]

Please enjoy these cool spiral clouds I saw in Whyalla a few weeks ago.

[neon-lights-stardust-nights]

I don't promise to ever record it but

Conceptually obsessed with this as the s/i who fucks Simon.

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I hated this fic when I first wrote it, but honestly?

I've come around to it.

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⁉️ Write about you and your F/O’s relationship being mistaken for something else by someone outside the relationship.

The Unbecomer had indulged Simon, for once. He knew it was only a matter of time--fae very obviously found him charming. Over dinner, he'd decided. That's how they'd hold the discussion.

Sanya would admit to feeling sort of pampered at the door. Simon not only had a reservation, but he had one for wonderful seating. They'd be able to watch the sunset on the balcony... (It also made faer glad that fae had worn a jacket.)

As they sat, Simon didn't speak. He was waiting on Sanya, who was stone faced as ever. Right as fae was going to speak though, the waitress came over.

"Can I get you and your grandpa drinks?"

Sanya's face lit up red. "He's not my--"

"Yes," Simon cut in. "Water for me, coke for my grandson."

"Right away," was all she said, leaving immediately after.

"I remember when there was actual cocaine in cola," Simon mused.

Sanya rolled faes eyes. "I was alive for that too, you know."

"Oh!" Simon chuckled. "You aged so little, I always forget you're close to Jonah's age."

"And what was that," Sanya pressed.

"What?"

"You went with it!"

Simon just laughed. "Honestly, Sanya, I only did because of how scandalized you looked!"

Sanya hesitated. "Hey..."

"I am beginning to think... Perhaps the lady doth protest too much?"

Fae was about to speak, but she was back. "Here's your water, sir." Right after Simon was slid his drink, the soda was left on faers side of the table. "Do you need more time to look at the menus?"

Sanya was awfully paralyzed, but Simon was quick on the draw. "Oh, yes. Sorry, my boy's quite indecisive."

At that point, Sanya couldn't get redder. The waitress obviously noticed, but she didn't say anything about it. She just wore a confused expression, "I'll swing back in a bit then to see if you're ready."

Simon just chuckled. "Of course!"

Sanya hid behind the menu.

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"I'll catch you," Simon says, despite the look of disbelief on faers face. "Really, I will."

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There's something predatory about how he says it. It's like a cat who found a mouse, overjoyed with the thought alone. "Why, hello there!"

And fae froze, for numerous reasons. Slowly, fae looked at him. The book in faers hands felt like it was throbbing along to faers rushing heart beat. The drums could have signaled the end times. There should have been fangs in his smile.

"Shy, are we?" So the old sleaze closed the distance, while fae was too paralyzed and red faces to do much of a thing about it. "Well, introductions are in order. I'm that Simon Fairchild I'm sure you've heard about by now. You are?"

He hesitated, only a light sound coming from that shaking youth. For a moment, he wondered if he'd accidentally whisked them someplace else. Yet, he scanned the area half-heartedly. There was no sky to cause such fear.

A cheeky grin plastered itself on his face as it hit him though. Fae looked away, red positively creeping down faers neck. "I understand."

"You what?" Fae practically blurted it out; a bird hurriedly escaping its gilded cage.

"You're smitten with me already? I see I've still got it, even a few centuries down the line!" That chuckle made faers heart beat into faers throat, only to melt into something sickly sweet.

"I, uh..." Fae held the book out. "Please just take your book, sir."

Simon practically purred, "sir? I could get used to that."

Not waiting, fae shoved the book into his waiting hands. "I have to go!"

He did take it, watching the scarved thing scamper off. It was like a wolf watching a rabbit, only staring as it hopped away. That mirthful look didn't leave him, not even when fae was well and gone. "Now if that wasn't refreshing..."

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Simon: Oh! Hello.

Me, shaking: ITSJUSTANEPISODEITSJUSTANEPISODEOUGH