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first fandom:
pokémon
three ships:
manznor (marilyn manson x trent reznor), rypete (ryan ross x pete wentz), schmelly (vanessa afton x mke schmidt)
last song:
nine inch nails — discipline
last movie:
blue sky (1994)
currently reading:
skyclan’s destiny (warrior cats super-edition)
currently playing:
i’m absolutely horrible at video games because of hand-motor difficulties, so i mainly just watch playthroughs! i love doing that, though. um, i think teh last game i played was yahtzee, though!!
currently writing:
i’ve got tons of bandom wips right now!! manson girls au, tamaraverse, and a rypete and gabilliam collab.
go-to café drink order:
any bottled soda pop or juice if they have it!! i can’t stand coffee or tea, lol. i do also love hot chocolate (and i ask them to make it less hot) and hot apple cider.
Who cooks: Sable! But he ends up teaching Ry and Cherise because lordy it is annoying to cook for three people all the time! Or two people and one bottomless pit named Ryden.
Who does the laundry and other chores: I think it might be Sable again, but if there are heavy things Ryden will jump in. Cherise will help, but also complain loudly like the tsundere she is.
How many children do they have: As many as Cherise can handle popping out, which might not be many, actually! Ryden’s fav would always be his little Elin/Elf princess.
Who’s more dominate: Sable would probably be the one to lay down the law, Cherise would get aggressive against people threatening her loved ones/family, Ryden would want to be the breadwinner doing mercenary jobs (he doesn’t want all three to be out doing jobs when there are little ones to look after).
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Cicatricem: Scars
“Suck it up!” The human snapped and purposely brushed over the wound a little harder, causing the castanic to yelp and seize up before going quiet. Mimi tried to let go of the frustration in herself, but she couldn’t. Ryden wasn’t meant to be hurt like this. He had pushed her out of the way of the rolling Fangspawn and taken the hit for her. There was no point fighting the monster after that. They escaped, but only just barely.
If the lancer hadn’t insisted on tagging along in her gathering trip, would she have been here right now? Ryden most definitely wouldn’t be hurt like this.
Mimi’s vision blurred a little and se blinked back the tears. There was no point in crying, but she felt like it was the only way to let go of how disappointed she was in herself. “…It’s going to scar.”
“Eh?” Ryden did his best not to turn his head. He could barely hear the waver in her voice, but it was there and he knew. She was probably frustrated that he had gotten hurt. Sure he was in a lot of pain, but Mimi wouldn’t have survived the Fangspawn attack. At least this way Mimi could heal him. “I got plenty of scars, what’s one more?”
He could feel her rest her forehead on his back. “I’m so sorry.”
The lancer simply chuckled softly. “Don’ worry about it. This is nothin’, I’d take a hundred more lashes like this for you if I had to.”
If he wasn’t so hurt she would have smacked him pretty hard for his admission. The castanic wasn’t looking her way, but she knew he was smiling. Mimi’s eyes traced the back of the lancer, taking in his broad shoulders, the wound he had taken for her, his arcane scars and his regular ones. A warmth bloomed in her chest and over her cheeks.
“What’re ya doin’ back there, Meems? Come on, we should get back before the others get suspicious. If they make any funny rumous, I won’t deny them! Ehe- OW!” Ryden cringed as Mimi poked him in his sore spot again.
“Shush! I’m almost done.” She was smiling, he could hear it. “…Thanks, Ryden.”
His yellow eyes were looking back at him. What did he see? It wasn't just himself in his own eyes. He saw a failure, he saw one of the reasons why the two people he had left to call family were dead. The young castanic gripped the table and gritted his teeth. Akio closed his eyes, shaking his head as he backed away. He hated himself so much that it was kind of hard to even look into mirrors. He curled his fist into a ball and quickly lashed out, shattering the glass. Blood dripped from his hand as the shards of glass dug into him. This was nothing.
