#vodka speaks

[turtle-with-vodka]

Prompt: Lycawise romantic fluff

The Moon’s Blessing

The city lights shimmered dimly as the streets murmured, the occasional sound of laughter floated through the frigid air. Hanging bright above the city the moon cast a silvery glow over the world just below her: her grace no earthly being could rival. For centuries she has witnessed dreamers, wanders, and lovers bask in her glory and tonight was a night not so different from the others.

Tonight, she sees yet another young couple; their hands locked together as they stroll through the city streets. The smaller of the two pulled her wolf along to where a busker was playing a violin; the haunting melody a magnet in an otherwise silent night.

“Dance with me,” The shorter man looked up at her wolf.

He laughed, shaking his head, “In the middle of the street?”

“Why not?” The man tugged her wolf's hands.

For a second, she could see her wolf’s eyes on her. Her light flickered in his eyes, trapped in his silver fur. She held her gaze, steady and soft before turning away to look back at the smaller man.

In her glow she painted every feature she could to nudge her wolf forward into the waiting arms of his lover. Wordlessly, he stepped forward further into her light.

Their steps were hesitant at first, a rhythm the moon matched with her light. When they spun, she followed, when they smiled, she illuminated their faces, when they whispered, she heard.

When the music swelled so did their confidence and her glee. Her thiren grabbed his partner and twirled with him in his arms, the light in their hair shining like spun silver.

She saw how her wolf never took his eyes off his lover, how his hand never left his waist, keeping him steady and guiding him through the movements, how they laughed above the music. She leaned closer to them, her light shielding them from the empty night beyond like a cloak.

As the music started to slow, so did they; their foreheads pressed together as her wolf was holding his lover up to the sky.

She lingered behind while the busker packed up to leave, her glow embracing the couple. She wanted to be sure her child knew this moment was theirs.

No, she could not touch the earth, could not dance nor laugh nor hold another as her children do but she doesn't need to in order to feel the joy that comes from such moments. She doesn't have to touch to be a part of their lives and their stories, being a witness is enough.

The moon continued her silent journey across the sky, a guardian of love, of dreams, of moments too precious to fade into the shadows. She watched, she shone, she loved, in the only way she knew; by offering her light to the world below.

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“Lycaon.”

“Yes, Wise?” Lycaon can't help the love he feels swell in his heart when he sees the way his lover shines in the moonlight.

“Can we dance again sometime?” A hand slyly presses his.

“Of course Wise.”The promise is sealed with a kiss.

Lycaon brushed some hair out of Wise's face as he pulled away.

“Come on,” Wise said after a moment, his voice soft but insistent. “Let’s keep walking. I have a surprise for you.”

“Well then, lead the way.” Lycaon allowed himself to be led away from their stage.

Sorrry if it's not quite what you were expecting, wanted to try a bit of different style of writing this time. Wasn't too big of a fan so I probably won't do this style again. And sorry for the long wait too, personal life was going eh for a bit.

-Turtle

Figured out the spacing issue from copy and pasting google docs + working on things for Ao3 = hopefully good things.

not noted by turtle is her slight confusion over what the difference between domestic fluff and romantic fluff so that was funny

-Vodka

[vodkassassin]

Ramen for dinner again and I’m struggling y’all. My mind is just a cacophony of “don’t pour your green tea into your ramen, don’t pour your green tea into your ramen, don’t pour yo—“ and I can’t even think thoughts anymore

[invodka-veritas]

Being a theatre kid is weird because I can be losing my mind from sadness and then put on a musical to self-soothe and im instantly singing cabaret numbers through the tears

[turtle-with-vodka]

So sorry for not fulfilling the prompts I had. Unfortunately as I was working on them and nearing the end of each one(I don't work on one alone as I want them all to feel connected which is easier when I work them together)I received very unexpected and unfortunate news near the start of February.

My gf has passed away from medical related issues and no, the hospital was not at fault. I will not be disclosing any further details on that.

As a result I found myself unmotivated to work on much of anything as I was and still currently am grieving her loss. I really only played ZZZ while I was on call with her(She enjoyed the game and loved to watch me play but didn't wantbto play herself)and as a result, ZZZ related things hurt me a lot to just look at, so finishing the 4 stories I had in my wip doc is simply out of the question.

I waited thinking maybe I could eventually push myself to finish them, maybe even have be some sort of coping thing but as time has passed I realized that's not going to happen any time soon so I decided to write this as an explanation as to why I haven't posted despite getting a few prompts.

I'm really sorry to those people, I didn't expect this to happen and I hope you can understand my unwillingness to continue writing ZZZ stuff at least for now. Maybe in the far future I might go back to those prompts so I won't delete them or ask vodka too but right now I'm simply not in the mental state to do that.

I have been able to start writing for other things though so I might hopefully post soon unless I hit another depressive episode.

Like I said, I'm really sorry. -Turtle

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-Vodka