{🔥}—; Spyro walked through the city, glamoured up so he was disguised in a human form so he would go unnoticed and not be seen as suspicious to anyone. As he walked he checked on Sparx who was taking a ride in the front pocket of a coat he was wearing, cause he knew flying around would draw attention and someone would try swatting him.
“Ya doing okay in there little buddy?” He said as he pet his friend on his tiny head and heard a cheerful buzz. “Don’t worry Spyro, I’m doing fine.” After a long walk, the glamoured human sat down on a bench to take a moment to relax before going onward.
Tenn had been stranded. She lacked the equipment that her ship required for repairs and the proper knowledge to keep herself safe on this unknown planet. If that wasn't bad enough, her PAK had undergone damages that perverted her access to its built in weaponry. The irken was trapped all alone and defenseless where no one would look to find her.
It didn't take long to be captured by the dominant species that ruled the planet. They were so frighteningly tall. She might have been able to reason with them, they seemed intelligent enough, but they spoke an undocumented language. Her PAK could not translate a single word which meant she had to learn it manually.. that is if she was given the chance. Who knows what they plan to do to her.
As of now, Tenn was trapped inside a transparent prison, constructed with material stronger than glass. She had been passed around from one human to another, stuck inside the thing, till they decided on who would home her. And one did. She hadn't seen much of him but what stood out the most was the lab coat and his domineering height. It unnerved her even further.
Little green claws tapped against the wall of her container. Echos bounce back at her. As dreadful as her fate might be, she still got bored. Especially when the lights were off and nobody was around for her to at least watch. So she tapped in an attempt to draw someone's attention towards the room that she was currently stored.
This place was weak. A weakness in the veil. He remembered vaguely that there had been a rift here, once. One that he had closed.
...One that he also remembered opening. The knowledge he'd unlocked was weird like that, a mass of déjà vu and unsettling familiarity. He was aware that normally, his mind wouldn't have been able to parse that much information. But he felt calm. He knew what was going to happen.
Someday, he'd come back to close this rift. Another him.
Shaking off the confusion, Jer paused, trying to figure out the next step. He cautiously raised his hands in front of him, and brought them together in a loud clap. The ice on his hands didn't shatter, like he'd expected. Instead the echos of the impact rang through the air in a beautiful cacophony.
The veil rippled wildly at the assault, before the waves became too much and it tore itself open. The Void stared back at him, the echos of other timelines blinking in and out like stars within.
Idly, he'd always wondered why he was able to traverse the void without being torn to shreds.
No, there would be time to ponder that later.
Into the rift he went, drifting in the gaps between Time. On his way home.
I had a kickass dream about the beginning details of Stranded!Verse. Like, I knew what I wanted to happen, but the details were missing. Some still are, but the ones I'm in control of were revealed to me.
I've been frantically writing it all down for hours. So happy. Now have reasons for what happens instead of just saying things happen.
Itschippedcup prompted: hamish/belle - Hamish finally gets the nerve to ask Belle out on a date.
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They’d kissed. They’d cuddled. Heck, they’d even shared a bed for a few nights. So, Hamish wondered why he was on edge with asking Belle out on a date. He ran fidgety fingers through his hair at least a hundred times as he trekked to the library to talk to Belle.
She’d taken the librarian position just a week ago and had only arrived in Lochdubh barely a week before that, though it felt like Belle had always been there. They ate lunch and supper together most of those days and had many walks through the town or countryside, but never was any of that a proper date. At least, in Hamish’s mind, it wasn’t.
A proper date consisted of dressing up (no police uniform as he was accustom to wearing most all the time) and taking the lady to a fancy restaurant (not the local bar where everyone could invite themselves to join in on the date, and Hamish knew they would). A fancy restaurant meant leaving town for the evening, but if that’s what he had to do to give Belle a proper date then that’s what would happen.
Hamish paused at the library door, taking a deep breath before pushing on in. Belle’s shining smile greeted him from behind the desk, and he felt every thought abandoning his head as he stared dazedly at her pretty face for a moment.
“Come to check out a book?” Belle teased as she stepped around the desk, her short blue skirt revealing more leg than Hamish had ever seen a librarian show before. He assumed sexy librarians only existed on the telly, but this one was real and standing delectably right in front of him. What did he do to deserve this gift?
“If you’re the book,” he retorted then realized how lame it sounded. Belle had the power to make his brain go dumb. She beamed at him like he’d given her the greatest compliment, and Hamish stopped mentally kicking himself. “I come by ti ask ye something.”
Belle looked expectantly at him. He’d shown interest in her from the moment he found her on the side of the road in the highlands, but never had he expressed his desire for her in words. Of course, he’d shown her in other ways: kissing her sweet lips being his favorite way of sharing his fancy. But kissing the girl wasn’t enough and here he was standing right in front of his desire fidgeting like a teenager.
He jammed his hands in his jacket pockets, meeting Belle’s waiting gaze. “Would ye like ti go out on a date?”
Belle nibbled her lip for just a split second, and Hamish couldn’t help but lick his own lip where she’d chewed hers. “I thought were,” she paused, looking suddenly flustered, “dating.”
It took a beat to register, but Hamish raised his hands in front of him, “We are.” He noticed Belle’s relief. He knew from her stories that her husband was the only man she’d ever been with and there hadn’t really been much courting during their early stages. Hamish knew Belle wasn’t naïve, but the whole dating thing had to be new to her.
“Eating at the bar or the station isn’t much of a proper date,” he continued. “I want ti take ye someplace nice an’ while not wearing a uniform.”
Hamish’s breath caught when Belle ran delicate fingertips down his blue vest. “I like your uniform.” He was relieved when her fingers dropped. Any more of her teasing touches and he would lose it. There were some things you just shouldn’t do in a public library. “If you wish to take me out on a proper date, P.C. Macbeth, then take me.”
The innocent invitation was took much to handle and Hamish closed the gap between them, capturing Belle’s mouth with his. Sweeping his tongue across her bottom lip – the lip she always nibbled so deliciously – she moaned into his mouth and Hamish knew he had to let her go before he had to arrest himself for indecent exposure.
“Tomorrow,” he murmured, still so close to her he could feel Belle’s warm breath huff on his face. “We’ll travel to Careth.”
“For our proper date,” Belle added, eyes glittering beautifully.
Hamish let out a silent chuckle, feeling as if he’d joined the clouds. “Tomorrow.”
