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Not me refreshing Ao3 to see if anyone's reading my fic...>.> Nope, not me at all...

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WIP Weekend - Rass/Theron

So, brain worms wouldn't leave it be, not that I'm complaining. XD Not sure how far I'm going to go with it.

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Theron slowly sipped his drink, watching the rest of the bar from his spot in one of the alcoves. Everyone was enjoying themselves, celebrating their victory over the eternal empire and Valkorian. Well, technically the latter was really Kelike’s victory. Defeating the former sith emperor--again--with the help of Senya and Arcann…The former SIS agent glanced over in the Jedi's direction. The miraluka was speaking with the reformed tyrannical emperor, and seemed genuinely enthralled in his conversation with Arcann. “A hundred credits says they fuck by the end of the evening,” Lana said into her drink next to Theron. He choked on his drinked, coughing as the Sith lightly tapped on his back, chuckling softly. “For fuck’s sake, Lana. Are you trying to kill me?” Theron coughed out before laughing. He looked over at her with a knowing look, “And that is an unfair bet.” “And here I was hoping you wouldn’t have noticed,” she said, smirking as she picked her drink back up. Her fiery gaze wandered back over to the pair. “I have, but do you think they have noticed?” he asked, leaning back and sipping his whiskey again, careful not to take in too much. For someone who’s capable of choking people with her mind, Lana certainly loved causing him to choke on whatever he was eating or drinking with out of the blue comments.

“Kel has,” Lana murmured, swirling her glass, “Arcann, not so much. Probably still trying to figure himself out after all of this.” “Yeah, that makes sense,” Theron said, finishing his drink. He gave the soon to be couple a soft smile before lightly rapping his knuckles against Lana’s shoulder. “Going to tuck in for the night.” The Sith gave him a look. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, shoulders rising as he silently prayed to whatever god or celestial being out there that she wouldn’t bring up his short, unrequited crush on the former battlemaster. “Are you actually going to head to bed, or will I end up finding you in the command center pouring over a datapad?” Mentally sighing in relief, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to work right after we just won, Lana.” “Uh huh, so if I checked later, I won't find you there?” she asked. “You won’t,” Theron confirmed, “I might take a walk to get some fresh air, but I will be collapsing into my bed once I get back to my room.” “Alright, if you say so,” the blond said, sipping her drink again. “I do say so,” Theron sassed over his shoulder. As he headed out of the bar, Theron stopped by the table Kelike was sitting at and wished both him and Arcann a goodnight to which they both returned. It was still odd, speaking with Arcann like any other comrade, but Theron could see how hard he was working to be a better person. It made the SIS agent wonder what life was really like for him under his father’s parentage. Not easy, that was for sure. Once Theron walked away, the two Force users went back to their conversation. There was a slight pang of sadness in his heart when he looked back. The Jedi had reached out and squeezed the Zakuulan’s hand with a small little grin. While Theron was truly happy for his friend and long since made peace with the fact that Kelike didn’t return his feelings, it didn’t make the sting less sharp sometimes. But that was life for you, and he was never one to hold onto things that just wouldn’t happen. He gave one more quick glance around the room before he left the cantina. Upon making his way outside, he walked toward the barracks. However, instead of heading straight to them, he detoured to one of the balconies overlooking the valley. Specifically the one with the little garden used for recreation and lounging. Once he reached his destination, he breathed the cold night air in deeply before letting it out with one long sigh. “Now that sounded like a sigh of relief," said a warm voice full of mirth and cheer. “Then again, if I helped take down a tyrannical empire, I’d be doing the same.” Theron practically jumped out of his skin, not expecting someone else to be there. He spun on his heel toward the sound of amused chuckles. Lounging on a bench was a man with jet black hair, warm brown eyes, and a crooked grin. It took Theron a moment to pinpoint where he recognized him from. He knew he’d seen the man somewhere before…ah, that’s right… “You’re one of Shae’s Mandalorian, right?” he asked, “Clan Ordo if I recall correctly?” That grin grew impossibly wider. “Good memory,” the mando replied as he nodded. “Name’s Rass. Pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, mister spymater.” Theron couldn’t help but let out a short laugh, leaning back against the railing of the balcony. “Theron works just fine,” he responded.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: Guild Wars 2 (Video Game), Guild Wars Series (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Canach/Male Player Character (Guild Wars), Canach/Male Sylvari Character

Characters: Male Sylvari Player Character (Guild Wars), Canach (Guild Wars)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Grief/Mourning, Coming to Terms with Death, Not Beta Read, We Hit Reaper Shroud To Spin To Win

Summary:

All Zaethrin wanted to do was rest while they made their way into Joko's territory...until there was a knock at his door.

Spoilers for Path of Fire.

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Got a second chapter up! :D These two have been on my mind quite a bit!

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Izenom x Theron WIP

Just a small snippet of the start of the story I have planned for my trooper Izenom and Theron. =3

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The scent of cinnamon, spice and warm pastry woke Theron from his deep slumber. He took a deep breath in and let out a soft happy sigh. Someone was making spiced rolls…

Wait. Where he was staying didn’t have an oven, and he was staying there alone.

Hazel eyes popped open and glanced around the room. This was definitely not the small apartment he was renting--it looked too nice…and lacked his clutter. Groaning, he pushed himself up to get a better read of the space. He wasn’t worried about being in someone else’s apartment--he remembered going home with someone last night. And that wasn’t uncommon considering the mission he just wrapped up…

He just needed to remember who. Damn his morning brain fog.

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...I don't know why I bother trying to make Aketho anything other than an Agent. >.<

While I do like what I wrote for Trooper!Aketho so far, I was playing the Date Night quest with my Trooper and...the voice doesn't fit him. ARGH! While technically the Agent's voice isn't 100% exact to what I have in my head. It's close enough.

Thankfully, I have a plan. I'm just going to focus on my Smuggler for a bit, both in game and writing. Just step back from the others and let them settle.

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Barry stares at Clark...

during a League meeting, memorizing the flawless features of the Earth raised alien.  Suddenly blue eyes locked with his own.  He was caught.  Quickly he turned his attention back Batman and the information he was giving out, trying will the blush staining his cheeks.

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fallacyfinale replied to your post : GuyHal with "I'll carry you, hold still or it'll hurt more."

Nice method of shutting him Hal. Now go do that in front of everyone in the Universe.

Hal dips Guy over during a League meeting and kisses him.  When he pulls him up there is a stunned silence. Guy looks at his lover with annoyed eyes.  "Are you going to do that every time we are in front of a new group of people?" 

The brunette grinned.  "Pretty much."