#Silas Locs
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The Long Road- Pt. 11
Male Naga x F!Reader
All night you both just kiss and hold each other until you fall into the most blissful sleep you've had in years. Silas holds you close like usual but this time he's sitting up against the bed and you're in his coils. He wraps you up in his tail and drapes the ridiculously large blanket over the both of you and passes out.
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Come morning the poor naga is apologizing to you and you're thoroughly confused.
"Wait wait wait all we did is kiss and cuddle, we were both fine with it. Why are you freaking out?" you ask as he slinks off to a corner of the room and bangs his head against the wall.
"That was fine! More than fine! It's what I did afterwards!" he bangs his head against the wall again.
"You mean falling asleep?" you raise a brow and slide out of bed.
"Yes! Well no! It was how we fell asleep! That position is for mates! Gods I- I'm sorry," Silas bangs his head again and again.
You roll your eyes, "It's ok, it was just a one time thing. It means nothing right? Right?"
Silas looks to you, his silver eyes are watery and bloodshot. His lips purse and then he shakes his head, "It means a lot. It means-" He shakes his head again, "No, you're right it's nothing."
You grimace and stomp up to him, "No it's not nothing, not to you. What's going on? What did that mean to you? Do you not want to tell me because it'll just be one more thing I'll have to deal with? Well guess what, at this point anything new won't surprise me! Come on, lay it on me! What ever it i-"
"It means I want you as my mate."
"Oh," was all you can manage at first and then there was steam coming from your fists. Your face feels unbearably hot and your heart is beating like crazy.
"Yeah, so it obviously means nothing," Silas sighs and lowers his head.
"N-no it doesn't... I mean it means something to you. I just, I don't think I can reciprocate that at the moment. We're in the middle of a war and all and I'm flattered, I really am but just can we come back to that another time maybe? I'd need to think about it and you know this traveling thi-"
Silas wraps his arms around you and picks you up, "You'd truly think about?"
"When given the time to, but not right now... Not for a while," your lips purse and you let out a groaning sigh. "Listen, I like you a lot ok but let's just take this...what we have, one day at a time. We can circle back on this 'mate' thing after the war, maybe like a year after."
He nods his head but his eyes sparkle with some strange hope. You can't recall seeing him this excited about anything and you're the cause of it. That makes your chest strain and your heart flutter all at once.
"We should probably get the day started huh?" you squirm a little and he releases you.
"Oh uh yeah, probably," he gives you this nervous grin that makes you laugh.
It's an odd sort of silence of you both get ready. You help Silas tie up his hair, braiding it so it'll hold. He told you before either of you nodded off that he wants to start training with his uncles and Anyon wants to show him tricks behind teleporting longer distances.
As you both start down the hall you notice that there's a small group slowly forming downstairs. You spot Luctux leaving his room and he gestures at the crowd with a raised brow, both you and Silas shrug.
You spot Kat, Charlie, Elli, and Cavan in the crowd, each talking to small groups who just nod or grunt in response. Your aunt catches sight of you first and hails you over.
"Apparently Gustav rounded up any surviving crew members from the last war. Everyone here is against what Notus is doing and wants to put a stop to it lest they lose their hard fought peace," she looks over her shoulder to the crowd.
Your eyes widen at the sheer number, there had to be fifty maybe sixty people here.
"Are all these people old crew members of The Dread Maunder?" you ask, trying not to gape.
Kat snorts and shakes her head, "They're from each ship. Oh and lucky you I found out one of them is a fire elementalist too. Not as strong as having an ifrit or dragon, but she said she can teach you better control."
She scans the crowd before diving in and dodging person after person till she found her target to drag back over. Silas gives you a concerned look but you roll your eyes and laugh it off, "I think that's just how she is."
"Here! Here she is! Adelita, this is my niece, the one with the ifrit spirit," she grins and pulls forward a tall absolute brick wall of a woman with muscles twice the size of Thurl's. Her dark green skin is scarred and her long wavy black her curls around hair face is a short bob.
Adelita gives you a warm smile and nods her head, "Greetings small one. I had heard you look like Silver but you hold yourself much like Aella and I'd know, I was her first mate."
Your jaw drops. Not only is she an elementalist but she knew your late aunt... You shake your head and mentally slap yourself, no no of course she'd be all that and probably something more.
Adelita laughs at your stunned silence then pats your shoulder, "S'all right there lassy? Did you think your old man's crew were the only ones out there who'd be willing to drag Notus' arse back ashore for a good beating? I've got personal beef with that asshat going back before he was a captain, this is just a good enough excuse to beat his face in without his sister pleading me not to."
Kat rolls her eyes, "That aside, you were one of the few elementalists pirates back then. How many were there and how many survived?"
Adelita's expression sobers, she grumbles something before shaking her head, "Four, maybe five of us back then. All water types, none survived. King wanted all the magicy types killed off first. I only survived because of Calista, rest her soul. Saved me from execution and instead lit that cowardly king right up!"
Your aunt laughs and slaps your back, "Then you'd have no qualms training Calista's descendant?"
"You," Adelita looks at you with disbelief, her brows rising almost off her face. "You're Calista's...? And you have an ifrit spirit?"
You nod your head and back up a little and into Silas' arms. The orc woman runs a hand through her hair and grits her teeth in a strange contemplative way.
"Why do you suddenly seem so unsure of yourself?" Kat asks her.
"Oh I'm not...it's uh personal ya know. Training the descendant of the woman who saved ya, it's a lot. It's uh heavy ya know?" Adelita rubs the back of her neck, a dark green flush stains her cheeks.
"I get it, well sort of," you shrug. "Just know that if things aren't going right it'll be no one's fault but my own."
Adelita grins at you, "Well I guess that settles it. So when do I start kicking your ass into shape?"
"Tomorrow, since I was told I need to rest in between training," you smile.
Silas grips your shoulders and before you can turn around you hear a breathy chuckle from him, "And please, don't kick her ass too hard. I've already lost sleep hovering over her from her last injuries."
You snap and look up at Silas who's now wearing a cat-like grin, "Did you just crack a joke?"
Silas snorts, "I do have a sense of humor my dear, it's just been on the back burner since I've been in a constant state of concern as of recent."
"With Isa as your mother I'm surprised you actually have a sense of humor," Adelita chuckles. She makes a few more remarks in regards to her history with Silas' mother and details on your training before marching back into the crowd.
Kat is about to drag the both of you further into the crowd until Elli clamps a hand onto your shoulder. Normally well put together, she looks worse for wear. Her eyes look dry and bloodshot and her expression tired like she's at her wits end.
"We need to talk. People here are looking for some sort of order and head to follow. Word has gotten around that our father and former captain is out of commission and no one is wanting to take full lead," Elli bites her lip and sighs before looking at you and then Silas.
There's an uneasiness building up in your gut because you think you know where this is going but you really really hope that Elli's not thinking what you think she's thinking.
Silas squeezes your hand and he gives the girl a nervous smile, "And this has something to do with us I suppose?"
Elli nods, almost apologetically, "Since this has to do with her family, yes. She'd be the ideal figure head to follow. For you, your parents were close with her's and everyone kind of knows there's a uh relationship going on here so-"
"You want to take advantage of our relationship and our families history in the previous war to inspire the masses?" Silas grits, his lips curled back in disgust.
"More or less...It's just a strategy though and one of the few I can actually conjure up that sounds like it'd work. It's up to either of you if you want to take the lead though, and from what I've heard, I doubt there will be any objections," Elli crosses her arms and looks back to the crowd. "We're going rogue without the King's backing here to protect our people. I don't know what's going on in the castle and I haven't heard high nor low from any of my informants I've sent."
"And Singred?" Silas snaps.
"Still in hiding and still safe. He updated us yesterday, his own concerns are growing as well," she sighs. "So we need a rogue leader for a rogue army because we can't count on the king to back us. My father and I have already started speaking with other towns and cities about Notus and-" Elli pauses and takes a deep breath, "Three port towns have been overrun already. They're saying Melmar is next once the worst of winter passes."
Your heart sinks at that. Your hometown is on the path to being destroyed. All those people... the fishermen, the shop keeps, the elders you would sit with in the morning to mend nets with....
"I'll do it then," you grind.
"You want a rogue leader, fine," you spit. "I'll be the rogue leader if it means getting people to Melmar and fast."
"Rogue leaders then," Silas dips his head down. "You're not going in this alone. My home village is nearby too and most of my people are hibernating for the season."
Elli straightens and nods her head, "I'll let Gustav know and I'll send word to Brakkor tonight as well."
She starts to turn but you catch her shoulder, "You made this personal for a reason and I don't trust that. What are you hiding?"
She stiffens and sighs. Her weight shifts under your grip but she doesn't attempt to brush you off, as if annoyed that she got caught.
"Later. Once your positions have been announced we'll talk about it. I just need to-" Elli staggers and clutches her head. You catch her and with Silas' help are able to drag her over to one of the benches. She swats at any fussing and groans like a petulant child, "Tonight, I'll tell you tonight after you've been appointed and all just-"
Before she can say anything else she passes out and nearly falls over. Luctux, who had been looking for her rushes her to Isa. A look of worry and longing lace his every glance at her and then you're reminded of how she cried after that long talk Silas and the others had with her and her family.
"They're in love aren't they?" you blurt and try to clear your throat and play off what you just said but Silas nods his head and looks after them.
"He will deny it but yes. I think since becoming a litch he's decided to keep a certain distance with people, especially those he cares about... but Elli, I think he's having the hardest time staying away from her," Silas sighs and turns back to the crowd.
Groups have formed now and people keep eyeing the both of you and giving acknowledging nods. There's an added edge of expectancy now that you've opted for the figure head leader position, not quite in charge but enough to get things moving you suppose.
"Things are about to start sooner than expected," you grimace.
"The sooner we start this, the sooner we can end it," Silas pulls you towards him and your eyes meet his cold steely gaze, any of that warmth from this morning is completely gone.
You suck in a breath and look back out at the people who started shuffling about, "You sound so sure about that."
Silas runs a claw up your neck and to your ear causing you to shiver. He dips down right next to you and leans in to whisper, "Wishful thinking my dear, honestly I just want this whole thing over with so it can just be us again."
"Another time Silas, we need to focus on-" whatever you were going to say you quickly swallow and bury at the sight before you.
Choas.
Pure and utter chaos.
"Everyone file out back!" Kat yells.
"Elli is still out!" Luctux shouts.
"Gustav! Fuck! Gustav's been shot!" you hear Culann curse.
Glass shatters and flaming arrows fly through the hall igniting whatever they land on. Someone tugs on you but you're frozen in place. The air is suddenly knocked out of your lungs and in a blink you're in the middle of a forest watching that lovely manor go up in flames.
"No...no no no no!" the words start to trip from your mouth as you try to scramble back.
"Stop it will you!" Silas snaps at you and turns you around.
"I need to-"
"You need to get a grip on yourself before you do anything else!" his claws dig into you and nearly slice your clothes. "You hesitated, that can get you killed my dear!"
The sound of someone screaming wrenches your gut and you want to, you need to go back, you need to help, but-
"What will you do if you go back? What is y-"
"Enough!"
Both you and Silas whip your heads around and see Anyon holding an unconscious Gustav over his shoulder.
"Go back now," Silas' uncle growls and before anyone can argue you're being teleported but without your naga.
Your worst nightmare is being played out before you now. Your brother is clutching his side, blood staining his tunic and Helena is shouting, begging for Isa who is holding Lir down as he writhes while Culann helps pull an arrow from his leg. Your father is shouting at Cavan to let him go until he sees you, his eyes wide with a mix of relief and rage.
"No one saw you leave," Anyon slithers past you and slowly deposits Gustav onto the snow. "Though I suspected the reasons."
Your lips tighten and you look back to the manor, white hot rage building up in your chest. The ifrit spirit within stirs in a way you've never felt it and it's both terrifying and amazing all at once.
"This is just the start you know," Anyon adds right as Silas teleports and slithers to your side. "War isn't pretty and it's not a game. It's real lives at stake here! It's-"
The world spins upside down as you land onto the ground with Silas right on top of you. He curses and gasps and screams before he's being lifted up.
Everything stops when you see the first stream of blood run down his arm.
An arrow had hit him... No, it was two... maybe three...
You turn over and vomit violently into the snow, the weight of the world pressing down hard and then nothing, nothing but pure heat and pure rage.
This time you'd be in control, this time for sure because both you and the ifrit spirit inside of you want the same thing right now: to put an end to this.
It's a blur at first, the fire, the bald elven caster screaming and laughing, the begging, the pleading, the arrows... oh so many arrows. It starts to clear after you catch the first archer in your claws, a feeble tiefling with dark violet skin and sickly white eyes. They begged for mercy, you can't recall if you showed them any.
Things became crystal clear at the last archer, you had dragged them by the back of their neck and slung them against the tree in the back where everyone was at. You said little to the archer, pretty sure they couldn't move since their arm was broken. A mistake you made when you caught them and they slipped and fell out of the tree.
"By the gods," you hear your father whisper.
Everyone had paused whatever they were doing you realize and had held onto each other when you went berserk. You look down at yourself and feel... you feel...
You did what you had to do, you remind yourself and shake away those doubts.
Hesitation can get you killed...
You close your eyes and try to center yourself, but neither you nor the ifrit spirit want to let go of this form just yet.
What if there are more archers?
What if they're on the way?
What if...?
What if...?
"Breathe, fire child, breathe," a large hand holds your shoulder firmly.
You open your eyes and see Adelita bedecked in flames and her hair now of ruffling firebird feathers.
"It's over now," her grip tightens as she forces you down into the snow.
"It's over..." she repeats, again and again till you finally feel the words deep in your bones.
You curl into yourself as you feel her shoveling more and more snow on top of you, tears and a silent cry escaping your mouth as the realization of what you just did occurs to you.
Gentle hands rub your cheek, so cold, so so cold.
So nice...
So nice...
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"They have the upper hand in this, they've had it for a while," is the first thing you hear when your crusty eyes begin to peel open.
"Tracking magic, Cavan... They have it on every single one of their agents. This is beyond just petty family revenge at this point. They have legit soldiers from Roskar. The archer she caught and kept alive told us that much. This is bigger than what we thought," you hear Luctux hiss as you try and sit up.
A firm clawed hand gently pushes you back down. You try and blink the crust from your eyes but a warm wet towel sops up the mess and you shudder.
"Rest... and listen. We'll talk once they leave the room," Silas whispers as he rubs your cheek.
All you can do is nod, feeling too much and not enough to do or say anything.
"Roskar has had its eyes on Malredra for hundreds of years but their navy has been subpar compared to Hildaren and Esvaal and their ability to unify for anything only lasts until one lord decides he's too tired with playing nice and sticks his dagger in his neighbor's throat. But with Notus, if he's taken charge then no Roskarian lord can make a move without his say so. He'd have made sure that they know what happens to them if someone steps out of line..." your father grits, you hear his fingers tapping and scrapping against the table he's at.
The room is silent save for a few gruffs and thoughtful groans. You hear the annoyed tapping of drider legs and feel Silas' tail thump in contemplation.
"I might know someone," Luctux starts then clears his throat. "He might be a little hard to get a hold of but he owes me, that and he's family. He mans a small fleet that I helped get him started with and he knows his way with combat on land and sea."
You hear murmuring and agreeing sighs and your father's grumbling as he chews his pipe.
"I can call upon my order, their removed from the main one that follows the king's orders. We might want to... I know that we don't want to, but we might have to consider that the royal family has possibly been compromised," Charlie adds and the room's tension explodes into a flurry of harsh whispers.
"Not possible, they have been," Elli's sister, Cavan's fiancé corrects. "The enemy doesn't just have the upper hand... They have all of Malredra in its hands. Roskar has the crown prince and the youngest of the princesses. The king is to not send a single order for any naval or military action-"
It's Gohar who explodes in rage first followed by Gustav and then it's a cacophony of anger and spitting and fists slamming and...
"Who was it that struck first against my kin and I during the war?!" your father shouts and the room silences immediately.
"Who shot me first?! Who shot me right out of my bloody ship!? Silver... A mercenary, born and raised on this bloody rock we all call home now. The ballsiest fucking woman I've ever laid eyes on and it was she who threatened to slit my throat, not a scum licking king's soldier," You hear the chair he'd been sitting in clanking over as he stands, his boots scuffing the floor as he turns. You move the towel that's been covering your eyes and through your blurred vision you see your father.
Stern and sober and standing taller than you've ever seen him stand.
"I could have gone back to Esvaal with her and started a whole new life there, but the people here make Malredra what it is... Not it's kings. If Notus forgot this then we'll damn sure make him remember it!" He raises his fist and pounds it down against the wall.
Your chest tightens and a fluttering heat fills you with his words.
"Aye!" Charlie raises his own fist and slams it against his heart.
The room explodes once more save for Luctux, Cavan, and Elli's sister who's expressions are dark and knowing. The tiefling raises his hand catching the eyes of Gustav and Culann, both calming down and sobering into something fierce.
"Friends, this isn't like the last war. Bravado can only go so far... The Lady Eloise Maher's informants brought more news than the king's inability to protect his own people," Luctux pauses and waits for everyone to settle in. All eyes on him...
"With the crown in Roskar's hands the easiest thing to do would be to force a marriage or treaty but that's not what Notus wants. The crown prince and the youngest princess are in his hands as an act of some sick twisted mercy because he plans to execute the rest of that family," the tiefling spits.
Your father's jaw sets and his teeth grit and bare, "It ain't mercy if they're going to be the first to go."
The air in the room freezes over and you see Helena grip Isa, "But they're just children."
"Doesn't matter. Aella wanted peace, begged for it when she was beaten, bloodied, and broken. Begged and cried and all it got her was death...," you father sneers and settles back into his seat.
"So then what?" you hear Peter grunt, leaning against the wall.
"Lady Eloise has agents and informants in every crevasse of Malredra. We're down by a few days on receiving any viable information and keeping up with it. For now, we gather and reinforce. We strengthen and rebuild. What Roskar lacks in numbers they make up for in force and intelligence. What we lack in that we make up for in numbers, in unity and loyalty," Luctux's voice echoes through the charred hall and his words practically resound into the souls of everyone present.
Charlie pledges to the loyalty of his order. Gustav promises to drag every sword sworn orc from his home village and Lir smirks when he says he knows a good few hundred elves who owe him a few favors. The crowd starts to dwindle as everyone makes plans to speak with their people and kin, to rally swords and magics to protect their homes.
Soon enough all that's left is Luctux, yours and Silas' family. Helena had move to Peter's side, both of them holding onto one another as if the time they had together might come to an end soon. Isa's eyes watered before she inhaled sharply and excused herself.
Your father squares himself as he stands up, his shoulders popping as he stretches, "A right mess is what this is. Should have been content to be a fisherman like my father but Notus..." Your father shakes his head and laughs. "Big schemer that one. Aella the dreamer and Zale the cleaner... Always got to clean up after them and here I am decades later and three kids and I'm still cleaning up after them."
He shakes his head and laughs again before turning to Peter and Helena, "I have a friend in Hildaren that can keep you safe and far away from all this. I can't get either of you... No Peter keep your fucking mouth shut! Your wife is pregnant, you're limping now and will only get in the way. I'll send word to Roslyn, I'm certain Kano can get you and Helena there through the waters safely."
Peter shakes his head slowly, desperately as if this is his first and maybe last time seeing his father. Helena holds your brother and leans into, whispering something that makes his eyes steady with a horrid resolve.
"You call us back then when it's all over... You call us back and greet your grandbaby, you hear," Peter glares at your father and then to you. "And you, light those bastards up..." and now Silas, "Keep her safe... keep her sane."
"I can have us to the coves by morning. Are you certain that this is what you want Zale?" Luctux places a hand on your father's shoulder.
"We're doing this... the sooner the better," your father sniffles and gathers your brother off the wall.
It's a slow march out of the burnt hall and to the doors that were just hanging by the hinges. Your father turned and gave you a slow and silent nod and then he was gone.
"Anyon is taking them to the furthest waypoint he can. The Gilli point can't be used with the enemy so close," Silas explains.
"I see," you grind out, coughing hard afterwards.
Silas sits you up and brings a cup of water to your lips. The transformation hadn't left you as bad off as the first time but the side effects still hurt.
"There were twelve archers in total you know. Twelve and the caster got loose and you... Did you know what you were doing? Did you-"
"Yes," your lips tighten as you try to hold back every bit of emotion, every feeling you have for what you did.
"Why did you do it?" Silas asks and you snap your eyes up to his.
"Why?! You're asking me why you idiot?!" you shove him and he winces in surprise.
"Why?! I'll tell you why you big stupid idiot?! They fucking hurt you and and I just..." your arms are flailing about feeling absolutely outraged by his stupid question.
"You're so fucking dense Silas!" you try and jump off the bench but Silas pulls you back down.
"No, no you don't get to call me an idiot and then walk off! Do you know how torn up I've been about all this?! You fucking froze during the attack then Anyon forces you back here and then I get fucking shot and then you go fucking berserk and then the next thing I know you're tossing a limp fucking elf against a tree before Adelita forces you to stand down. So sorry if I'm a fucking clueless idiot who's only thought these past hours is if the woman he loves is ever going to wake up again!" Silas' shouts the last bit and his grip on you tightens hard before loosening up completely.
He runs his claws through his hair as he looks away cursing under breath and wincing as he touches his left shoulder. You skootch a little closer and gently place your hand against his cheek. His eyes close, painfully hard as he clutches your free hand and brings it to his other cheek.
"I wish we had actual time for you to properly discover this power of yours. I wish there wasn't a war getting in our way. I wish that we could just go with Helena and Peter and pretend that none of this has anything to do with us... Shit I wish I could wish for that but deep down I want to protect my home, my people just like you do," he melts into your touch and you bring yourself closer to him.
"Silas, I just-"
"Neither of us are ready for this. You hesitate and I underestimate, both factors can get us and those around us killed. You understand that don't you?" he opens his eyes and all you can do is nod when the cold steel of his gaze meets yours.
Both you and your ifrit spirit felt a tinge of guilt. Both of you felt rage for Silas' pain and now this. You can't help to let out a breathy laugh as you shake your head.
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He's got me completely wrapped up in his coils
"My dear what's wro- mmmmphhh?!"
You hate when he gets serious on you. You hate this war. You hate getting out of control. But Silas, just normal happy regular Silas, you liked him a lot. You want to bring him back, even for just a little bit.
His lips part as he sucks in a breath and his hands grip your hips firmly, "We're not done talking you know."
"Then keep talking," you kiss his neck and he shudders.
"We'll be heading for.... heading for my village in a couple weeks," Silas hisses as you keep peppering kisses against his neck.
"Who all is going?" you ask, hands gliding up and over to his bandage shoulder and arm.
"Aside from us? Adelita, Gustav, Culann, Thurl, and- fuck" in your attempt to get even closer you had straddled him and incidentally ground yourself against him.
"And?" you nibble his neck again and he chokes on his words.
"And Luctux... My dear I need you to st-ahh," Silas still when you kiss his ear and his clawed hands flutter at your hips.
Before you try to nibble his ear he quickly grabs your hands and forces you to look up at him, "Where is all this coming from all of a sudden? Are you alright my dear?"
He looks so distressed and concerned and you can't help but to burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry! I am! I just don't like seeing you so mad at me and then I just felt like kissing you and touching you till you stopped looking so angry and I just! I don't know? Maybe I'm a little hysterical right now but I just, I'm feeling a lot and I'm processing everything all at once and now it's just dawning on me that you said you love me and and-"
It was Silas' turn to shut you up with a kiss now. His teeth nibble your lower lip till you open for him. His tongue works wonders on yours till you're dizzy and limp in his arms.
"I'm going to end up going mad because of you," he whispers against your neck as he picks you up.
"That feeling very very mutual Silas," you smile and hold him as he slithers up the burnt stairs and down the hall to your burnt room.
Tomorrow you'd ask about how the fire was put out but tonight you'd hold him in your arms.
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Now, Sydney knew he was the most popular girl in school and the life of the party. He knew that his manager made sure he had connections with everyone who was anyone in California. He knew he was a social butterfly and wasn’t comfortable being alone so he always had a friend on speed dial or dms to respond to or lunch dates to go on.
But god damn did he know everyone in this town?
He almost didn’t recognize Cyan. They would have walked right past each other if they hadn’t accidentally bumped shoulders.
“Oh, I’m sorry — Holy shit. Silas? Silas Chiyoda? Mamma…” He pushed his sunglasses to the too of his head, lips parted in disbelief, “Now, I’m sure I’m on an episode of Punk’d. Where are the cameras?” He flipped long locs over one shoulder, motioning wildly before his hands found his hips. He looked the other man over, repeating: “Holy shit, hi? Hi, hi. Sorry, I’m just… gagged. You’re like the third person I’ve run into that I know personally. I almost didn’t recognize you.”
@containatrocity
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mga bagay na wala na pero hindi pa tinatanggal, nadadagdagan lpero baka mawawala rin.
Recently nagadd ako ng address kasi palaging lumilitaw yung address siguro kasi 2 beses na rin ako nakapagbook gamit yung pin loc. kaya inadd ko na sa saved address para next time di na ako mahihirapan magbook.
Then kanina lang rin nakita ko yung mga previous saved addresses na hanggang ngayon siguro nakasave pa kasi madalang naman ako gumamit ng grab app diretso uninstall agad and di ko na chinicheck.
Kaya siguro may mga naiwan pa na mga tao na wala na dapat kasi wala lang nakasakit lang sila.
ps: gusto ko lang naman magorder ng cake :(
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Dream
I was in a diner with stackmates, Jack and Abel. Jeremy is running late. We were in a big comfy booth with an American style pot of coffee to share.
Abel had marshmallows and toast, and was stuffing his face. He's a werewolf, and has a ravenous appetite. Jack is drinking coffee, black, and eyeing my cup as I pour what he considers to be disgusting amounts of "cream" into it.
Abel is like Lycan, crossed with the Diablo 2 druid.
Jack is like Silas (Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book) crossed with Nightstalker and Phantom Assassin, but at the same time bears a lightness, like Skywrath Mage.
Jeremy is able to transform like Undying, and cast tombstone, but also does expert chemical, explosive things, like Alchemist, Ogre Magi and Techies.
I'm writing up a list of ingredients i'll need for a summoning spell and Abel offers to get some leaves off a plant I'll neeed, as he knows where some grows. Jeremy is bringing a bag of rock salt and a bottle of tequila, I suppose thats why he's late.
Abel chats and seems relaxed enough - I can tell he's excited for drama to come. Jack is looking sort of bored, but also concerned and trying to keep it to himself. He doesn't like to lose.
Several hours later, I'm standing in a massive shallow pool of water, manmade, with thin fountaining jets shooting up here and there, obscuring vision. At some points it's only between ankle and calf-deep, but in some places it comes to my waist. Risky terrain to manoeuvre in, but I hope it will give others a similar disadvantages. It's night time now, and I dont know where the guys are - we all got separated.
I can't see very far, and the fountain noise covers the splashes that enemies might make, wading toward me. I have an iron golem, but he's somewhere out there too. At least, I think to myself, its helping the guys.
I feel something watching me and I turn 360 degrees, scanning the area and squinting to try to see through the fountain spray, into the darkness. Lights in the lake floor here and there make the water glow but don't provide much in the way of extending visibility.
Then, I get a feeling from Jack, in my head. He knows where I am and is monitoring my situation: a Templar Assassin is melded, gradually sneaking up to me in the cover. He's also scouted that Abel is fighting - wrestling a giant cat beast, like Mirana's Sagan, in a large grassy lawn area half a block away. Jeremy is preparing Techies sort of shit, working my Iron Golem to assist him, over two separate cross roads of the block. He is going to make sure everything comes down, down to rubble.
Dust wont work here, because the mists from these fountaining jets of water dampen and disperse it. I have to learn to blink? or meld? right now? to stay safe long enough for Jack to finish his fight and turn off power system driving the pumps. The lights will go out too, though, he reminds me mentally, so I'll need to take that into account.
I hate expending supplies but it does feel necessary as I drink a cat potion from my inventory. My pupils turn to slivers. I can see further into the dark, and see sparkles dancing the outline of TA's meld now, luckily, too. Every time I glance away and back she is a little closer, melded again, no opportunity wasted. The team is concerned. I can feel through our mental connection that Abel has killed Mirana, and her cat, and is running toward me. Time is running out.
I'm glancing at his direction instinctively, then back in alarm but it's already too late. TA's eyes are glimmering directly into mine, face to face and less than a breath away. I see her conviction, her absolute will.
I know then I'm going to die, and her blade is going to tear through my stomach. I see it like a replay that never happens, as somehow, time is slow, and I feel myself.. something like blinking, backward. Did I do that?
It not far enough though, and she follows, angry.
Then consecutively I am Forced, and plucked out of the water at the same time, teleported onto grass, TA is locked by an Atos and I know it's my old best friend, Ben, somewhere else. He's Invoker. He doesn't really care or get involved in my fights, causes, dalliances, but noted my situation and decided he could do that, since he is capable.
TA is regaining her bearings. Seeing me, she takes half a step forward, then seems to lunge in a monstrous, sinister puppetlike manner toward me. It sparks a jolt of fear, that there is something very much deeper wrong with the enemy we are facing, and I have a gravelly feeling in my stomach that there's something we've overlooked. It only lasts a splitsecond, as she flies forward and I realise Abel is here. With an inhuman leap he's barrelled into her from behind, teeth sunk deep down over her shoulder and through her back, crushing into her spine. She's still alive and conscious but helpless, in agonising, useless, torment as he begins to shake her like a wet dog toy.
Jack and I are standing on the grass at the edge of the pool, now, just sort of watching while Abel rips her to pieces. Jack is a type of amused, entertained, as Abel makes a giant corpsey mess in the water. Jack holds TA's will there in her body, so she's still alive and feeling herself in pieces.
I'm feeling a rush, but it's in more a Yuck than Fun way..
Admittedly I can be a horror in casual pubs, I'm usually by far the worst of the lot, and they'll criticise my behaviour. But when it comes to Ranked Dota, theres a subset of people - normally so chill, the absolute good guys - who become something else, when its "real competition".
Were we the villains here, and was TA part of a mission to take out our party, at any cost?
#old stack#im the bad guy#ignore this dumb shit my dream diary pages are falling out so i transfer this here
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DOLIU - #mangonebunie
in doliu pentru o persoana vie
parca nu te-am vazut de o vesnicie
cand ma uit in ochii tai, plin de sila
vad doar un iris si o pupila
la fiecare un miriapod de gene
si codite-n negru mortuar, una mai in afara
cateva fire din breton rasfirate peste piele
si pleoape pudrate cu o nuanta funerara.
nu ma mai inspiri deloc
nu te mai pot privi cu drag si joc
in sufletul tau, s-a stins un foc
iar eu nu ma mai zbat sa-l aprind la loc
ti-ai schimbat pielea, ai naparlit in bratele mele
eu cu durere am ascultat, suspinele tale grele
tu m-ai dat la o parte, m-ai mintit cu placere
iar eu am decis sa accept, sa ma detasez de a ta durere
acum esti bine... si sper ca vei fi mereu;
dar un lucru sa stii, ca in sufletul meu,
nu te vei mai gasi, asa cum te pastram odinioara
tu nu mai existi, esti doar o fantoma de cerneala
~inspirat de "Paperdoll" de Kittie🤘
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This season of waiting that im currently in, simply means that lord god is cooking big for me and my future. I know that he's doing his works so everything will workout for me!
These past few weeks, I've been so frustrated because of the pressure and all. But lord just made me realize what is really happening. Lord wants me to be patient, he want me to wait for something big. In this season of waiting, i also realized what are things that is truly important to me. Lord really humbled me with his love. Grabe ka lord. Ikaw lang ang kinakapitan ko lord. Maraminh salamat po! Kagabi grabe yung kaba ko, that's the first time na ginawa ko yon and lord hindi mo ako pinabayaan! Grabe ka! Grabe yung takot ko, pero nanaig paden yung katapangan na binigay mo saaken. Grabe ka lord. Kagabi, nag dodouble isip pa ako eh kung mag sastop over ako sa cakeshop to bought the cake. Grabe yung kaba ko pero nung malapit na ko doon sa loc, bigla na lang akong nag act to do it. I did it scared, grabeeee. Mej lutang ako sa kaba ng nandon ako pero di ako pinabayaan ni lord!!! Grabee ka lord.
You know sa isang araw andami kong realization. Nung andon na ako kina maryjoy, i saw ivy, faye and rachelle and everything feels so good. Then dumating yung highschool classmates namin. The Takla, though hindi complete andon sila. The situation last night just proved to me that they're not really my friends. Im not bitter ha. It just that i can really feel the barrier between us, im so proud of myself kase i am now self aware of my reactions, even though im being myself, the maingay im observing whats happening. Hindi ko alam kung nagbago sila or ako yung nagbago, hahahha well technically ako yung nagbago. Nung nandon ako sa situation na yon nasabi ko nalamg sa isip ko, aww isee wala nga. Disappointed myeah but im actually not surprised. Buti nalang hindi ako tulad ng dati na parang im so into them. I just didn't care. Andayn sila? Okay, hindi naman sila yung pinunta ko. The only mistake that i did last night was telling the couple na nakita ko sila, well i thought sila yung nakita ko. I was just starting the conversation and sa una palang i really feel there's something off. Well i care but not anymore. As for the two guys, sa curly one ako biggest na nadisappoint, di ko talaga naisip na ganon yung reaction or ganon sya kase, nagkaroon naman kami ng interaction like, pag nakikita nya ako tinatawag nya ko and super natutuwa ako don. Pero last night? Grabe di nya ko matingnan ng deretso sa mata like di mo ba ako kilala? We've been friends oyy hahahahahaha kinda sad, kase sinasabi ko pa naman sa sarili ko na isa sya sa pinakaclose ko don sa group tapos turns out that delulu lang pala ako. So don kay kitchen i will not expect anymore. Di ako ang magaadjust for you guys. Hindi ko na ipagsisiksikan yung sarili ko sa sainyo. Pero grabe lang talaga si curly like arghhh. And i just realized din na. Hindi din pala ako nag reach----- sasabihin ko sana di nag reach out ng maayos pero i did. I yayah them to seat. And i also told them na kumuha na ng food pero halos di nila ako pinansin. Hindi ko nama sya siniseryo pero i did my part. Pero siguro may part lang saken na kahit papano is kakamustahin din nila ako, kase of all us ako yung hindi nakakasama and after how many years saka ko lang ulit sila nakita. Pero wala, ni kamusta wala, ni hi nhelly wala. Well maliban kay shaii pero sa iba like okay. Sa susunod alam ko na, i should not expect anything from them. Lol kung may next time pa hahahahahaha. Anyways kung may next time man, hindi naman sila yung dahilan kung baket ko sila makikita. Like casual paden ako.
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23/7/23
Hayyyyyyyy.... May ultimate crush this year is none other than CL STEVE..... HE IS SO CUTE, GENTLEMAN, WARM HEARTED, SOFT SPOKEN (pero pag sumigaw ng sales nila ay grabe ang pogi... Sana all talaga sinisigaw). Pag tinitingnan niya ko parang hindi ako makahinga... Huhuhu... Sa tingin ko last na nagkroon ako ng ganitong crush kay kandrei pa. Kasi yung Kay joshua naman kaya ko pa naman siya kausapin basta iba....... Si Steve siya yung nag final interview sa akin... Since then, i know he had acored into my heart... Nung pinakilala yung mga CL sa training nun... And when our eyes met that time nakatingin siya sakin.. i don't know of it was just me or delusional lang ako... Pero nung nesting na namin.. naalala niya ko... I think he sees me I mean napapansin niya ko.. sa bagay ang laki ko kasi e hahaha... Pero everytime na magkaka salubong kami and he will greet me . Hindi ako makahinga and na stun ako .. I don't know how to react or even answer kahit sa simpleng 'ingat' sayang nga wala na ako sa abg .. hindi na niya masisita yung email ko sa loc 😭😭😭 wala ng way para magkachance na mapm niya ko....goshhhh... Hindi ako makasubo ng food pag kaharap ko siya... Grabe yung tibok ng puso ko... Recenty just last week... Umupo siya sa kaharap kong table nakaharap siya sakin.. buti na lang may load ako nun at nanonood ako that time... Shett. Di ako makasubo.. i wanted to say hello salanya kaso.. di ko kaya iangat ulo ko para tingnan siya dumating pa to sila sir jp.. ang lakas mang asar.. and then I knew that he knew na crush ko siya.. ngumiti kasi siya nung inasar ako ni sir JP ....
I was planning to confess to him bago ako mag Boracay... Pero that day I saw him for i don't know how many times... He was talking to someone sa phone niya.. and naramdaman ko mukang may gf na nga siya... Sinabi ko yun kay ate ash .. and they confirmed matagal na daw napansin yun ni russ kasi magkatabi sila ng locker gf nga daw ni sir steve si sir steve na miamo nagsabi kay Russ.. nalungkot ako.. may wild imagination shuttered... Dati nagawa ko naman ng iignore yung feelings ko pero lagi bumabalik kasi lagi ko siya napapaginipan. Hindi ko na alam kung ilang beses ko siya napaginipan.... I am trying again na idisregard na yung feelings ko sakanya pero the more avoid it the more it hurts . Kaya ngayon hinahayaan ko lang... And now liking him from afar , stealing glance at him makes my heart hurts that it wanted to explode sa pagkakagusto ko sakanya.. gusto ko umamin.. pero I don't wanna be weird. .. ano ng gagawin ko.... Now that he is taken.... Hayyysss.. am i going to just make it like the old times . Hahaayaan na lang kumupas
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Serate astronomiche “Il Parco sotto le Stelle”, 5 e 6 agosto presso la caserma del Gariglione. Mercoledì 10 agosto, attività astronomica “Il Parco sotto le Stelle nella notte di San Lorenzo”, loc. Santa Spina di Petilia Policastro (tempo permettendo) L'iniziativa inserita nell'Agosto Petilino: " Vivere il Parco Nazionale della Sila: escursioni, serate astronomiche, per una natura senza barriere”, dal 5 al 10 agosto 2022, con il coinvolgimento del Comune di Petilia Policastro, la collaborazione del Reparto Carabinieri Biodiversità di Catanzaro e del locale Liceo Scientifico, il patrocinio all’Ente Parco Nazionale della Sila. #parconazionaledellasila Ente Parco Della Sila (presso Riserva naturale Gariglione - Pisarello) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChAT6UzqXhD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Sneek peek of the stickers
Silas is so pretty >o<
@dashofmonsters (her oc silas)
#digital art#art#dashofmonsters oc#male naga#male monster#naga#silas#the long road#chibi#sticker art#silas locs#naga sticker
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@silaskyun / old friends & shitty wine
She sent her old friend a text yesterday evening. It’s been a long while since they were both in the same city. The past summers, she’s taught at University of King's College in Nova Scotia a graduate level Old English Literature; this was before she was offically offered the Homer project from Norton. She was excited to get the project, because she’d be in Greece every summer.
Silas and Antonia go back a few decades; they met in the midst of the Revolutions of ‘89. Antonia was just overruled as alpha was was left without a pack when Silas came into her life, and these two becamse fast friends. She invited him to her home Lachenwald for Yule and they are written as they both traveled around the world. Tonight, she waited for him at Alarick’s bar, Dinoysus’. She nursed a glass of the local Malbec, and watched a random football match that ran on the tv.
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The Long Road- Pt. 8
Male Naga x F!Reader
Silas whispers your name against your lips and you kiss him again. You're not used to this, whatever this is. It's new and terrifying and exciting.
His cool scales calm the heat rising in your body and it makes you want to get closer. You lean your body against his, eliciting a low moan from him. You both freeze and Silas practically tosses you off and slides to the floor.
"What the hells was that for?" you yelp, your ankle stinging a little.
Silas groans and sits up, turning to you with a nervous look and a finger over his lips, "My mom's coming back up the stairs, pretend you've been laying down."
There was no way you could, not with how hard you're laughing. Silas waves his arms and tries to get you to calm down but by the time his mother opens the door he's hovering over you with both your wrists in his hands and you still laughing pretty damn hard.
Isa raises a brow, "Am I interrupting something?"
"Mother no," he grinds out then turns back to face you. "And you, stop laughing, it's not funny."
"Do I even want to know?" Isa asks and even though you hadn't planned on saying anything Silas still covers your mouth and gives you a nervous glare and shakes his head.
His mother cracks up laughing now, "I don't think I've seen you this wound up in years! Not since I caught you sneaking out to Melmar! Oh you were such blabbering mess back then."
"He wouldn't shut up about the lecture you gave him when he finally was able to come back to the docks," a familiar voice chimes in and you pop up straight when you see it's your brother.
Peter slides into the room and right up next to Silas, brows raised high as he looks at you then back at the naga, "Heard you've been getting real friendly with my sister."
"Oh gods," you groan. "Can you pretend that you actually care later Peter?"
"Aw come on, you know I've always wanted to have the talk with whoever thought they could romance you...even if that whoever is my best friend," Peter glances up at Silas and you know those two are going to have a very long drawn out conversation later about the subject.
"Did you come up here just to be a jerk?" you want to cross your arms and glare a him but Isa hands you a mug filled with broth and a roll.
Your brother plops onto the bed, "I came up here to check on my injured sister who I heard can breathe fire now?"
"Turns out I'm an elementalist," you shrug.
Peter's eyes widen and before he can get another word out your father comes barreling through the door. He looks like he's been dragged through the hells and back, his clothes disheveled and the bags under his eyes could anchor any ship in a storm.
Isa eyes him warily before carefully slithering past him, nodding for both Peter and Silas to follow her. Only your brother complies.
"Father," you hold your head up higher than you ever had around him.
His expression softens a little and nearly breaks as he turns and slams a fist down on one of the dressers, "GODS DAMMIT!"
Silas looks to you but you remain calm, you know your father's fits.
"This is why I didn't want you to leave," he turns, his face a wreck of emotions. "I didn't want you to know... If no one knew then it could be forgotten... I didn't want to-"
You could count on one hand how many times you've seen your father cry... When both your siblings got married and when he let you leave Melmar and now. He balances himself against the dresser, his legs wobbling to the point that he might fall. But you knew better, knew he had a drink or two before coming up here.
Silas moves to go catch him but your father just swats at him, but Silas doesn't give up. He grabs a chair with his tail and punts your father into it. Your father glares at Silas for a good minute, tears still in his eyes before he starts crying again and much harder.
"I knew I shouldn't have let her go with you... I didn't want her to hate me but you... You took her away! Why'd I let her go with you? I thought I could- But you look too much like Valen... that fucking liar," your father grinds his teeth and spits down at Silas' tail.
The look of panic, betrayal and hurt in Silas' eyes made your gut wrench. You could stand your father's rants since they were always targeted mostly at fishing or prices for nets or whatever but this was too personal.
Just as you try and get up a knock comes to the door and Mr. Gohar walks in. He sighs and gives a disappointed shake of his head as he looks at your father, "He's been drinking all night. Hasn't been taking any of this well. I'll take it from here."
Your father babbles and whines as Gohar lifts him up out of the chair with ease and carries him out, calming him the best he can. You try again to sit up to go and close the door but Silas uses the end of his tail to shut it.
"Silas," you call to him, his form still and shaking.
Third time the charm, you finally sit up and carefully pad up towards him with a light limp. His head is hung low and fingers curled into tight fists. You brush back his silken hair behind an ear before resting your hand against his cheek.
"Breathe...and hug me," you bring yourself closer to him and his arms limply rise, slowly drawing you closer till your face rests against his chest.
It takes a few minutes for him to calm down, his hands lazily tracing lines against your back. "I thought he was past all that by now..." he mutters.
"He's been like this to you before?" you back away just enough that Silas has to reach out to keep touching you.
"It's been a while but yes, it was much worse back then but it never lasted this long. Usually a few short jabs and he'd be on to the next person though he'd always circle back round," he admits, his shoulders slumping.
You feel absolutely disgusted and sick to your stomach. There was no way you're letting this slide and no way you'd let your father leave here without getting an earful from you and then some.
Heat starts rising in your body, you know what it means now and you want so badly to welcome it. But you don't, instead you take a few deep breaths and let the fire inside you simmer down.
"Peter's gonna chew your ear off you know," you chuckle, trying to change the subject to something a bit awkward but also something that really really needs to be addressed.
Silas grips at your night gown and lets out a breathy laugh, "I honestly feel he's going to let me off easy, now his wife Helena..." he pauses and shivers as he straightens a little. "Oh she's going to have a very long and drawn out conversation with me about...about uh um hmm...?"
"What? About what?" you raise a brow.
"Well, um what are we? I mean to each other now? Are we still just friends or something else or do you need a bit of time to figure that out? I mean I'm fine with waiting I just feel like I need to understand where we're at with each other," his eyes dart around the room and he crosses his arms nervously before clearing his throat and giving you a very concerned and worried smile.
"Oh um...huh," you're stumped. You hadn't thought this far ahead, hadn't considered the change that the confession and the kissing would cause because you were so wound up in that moment. You did know that you wanted something more than just being friends, that you wanted something maybe less than what he wanted perhaps but you're not sure what that would put you at.
Silas sighs and his bright silver eyes look you dead on, waiting for some sort of answer.
"I uh..." you start, nearly faltering under the weight of his gaze. "I know I want to be more than just friends but maybe not in a relationship relationship just yet. I mean I've never been courted before or even had someone interested in me so I feel like I need to play it safe if that makes since?"
He nods his head and his lips quiver a little as they form a smile and then before you know it he's hauling you up in his arms and holding you close to him. "I'll take whatever affections you choose to give me my dear. Be it just this or maybe one day something more, as long as you call me yours."
The look of adoration in his eyes as he brings your face down to his steels your breath away before he even places his lips against yours. It's a slow and heated kiss that has you gripping at his shoulders but not for long.
A knock on the door has Silas groaning and cursing as he sets you down. To your surprise it's Cavan's fiancé and your Aunt Kat bringing you a change of clothes and both you and Silas an update about the news on the pirate situation.
"Good news and bad news, what do you want first?" Kat crosses her arms as he plops down on the chair your father was sitting in earlier.
"Bad," Silas sighs.
"Notus has Roskarian spies in Brakkor and in several coastal towns. Elli has her people keeping an eye on things and she's hired a few spies of her own to possibly infiltrate whatever fleet he's building up," Cavan's fiancé replies, he features grim and tired.
"Risky, but it's getting our foot in the door," Kat comments.
Silas shakes his head, his own expression dark and heavy, "Tell your sister to reign those spies in. Sending them to Notus is sending them to their deaths."
Cavan's fiancé crosses her arms in defense and her lips flatten, "My sister wouldn't hire just anyone who-"
"He'll know and when he finds out... No amount of information they could get is worth what he'll do to them. I wouldn't wish any of that on anyone," Silas cuts her off, a clear look of horror and rage painting his face.
"I'll talk to her then," she nods and races out, dread in her eyes.
"Good news," Kat practically yells as she claps her hands together .
You and Silas look to your aunt and she gives a light grin, "We've found Singred."
Silas crumples to the floor and thanks the universe that his friend has been found and judging by Kat's smile he's alive. You kneel down next to him and rub his back as he cries, still thanking that Singred is found.
"He's been in Delglen. We put word out to certain people to keep their eyes and ears out for him. An old family friend found him there, apparently in hiding from Notus' agents. He's safe and plans to stay there until his note to the king is passed on and the messenger comes for him. It's a solid plan so we're not going to fuck it up," Kat taps her boot a few times before standing.
Silas looks up at her with wide eyes as she squats right in front of him, "Your friend's fine, now enough with the crying. Shit's in motion and soon enough all hell will break loose. Save your tears and emotions for afterwards."
With that, she stands, turns on her heels and marches straight out with the door slamming behind her.
You feel a strange coldness come over your body and something tenses around your leg. Silas straightens next to you clearly wearing a false mask of calm and collectedness. As you stand you brush your hand through his hair and he melts into the touch.
"It's going to be war," he whispers, hiding his face against your palm.
"Yes, it will be," you hadn't meant to sound so cold but one fact about all this haunted you and it made you so sick. It's your own uncle, flesh and blood and bone. Your father's brother gone mad from the loss of his sister. And here you are, at the center of something far worse than the first. Fleets from the other continents and spies and magics unknown. Revenge is one thing, but this will be absolute carnage.
The shores will indeed be bled once more.
"I...I think I need some air. Give me a little bit to change and maybe if everything's not too crazy we can uh go for a walk in town?" you peel away from him and give him a smile.
Silas furrows his brows but doesn't question your intentions. He leans down and kisses your cheek, "I'll wait for you downstairs my dear. Some fresh air will do us both some good and it'll give you a chance to stretch."
You take a deep breath once he shuts the door and you quickly fling yourself on the bed and scream into the fluffy bedding. You give the poor bed a few more muffled screams before you right yourself and change into the clothes Cavan's fiancé brought up for you.
The fabric is warm and soft and the tunic is a beautiful velvety black with silver accents and... You pause as you look in the mirror and realize that these colors are Silas' colors. Your face heats up and you consider changing into your travel leathers but they're in dire need of a good cleaning.
So you resign yourself and slip on the jacket that clearly has serpentine patterns on the buttons and trimmings. You start to wonder if Cavan's fiancé wears clothes with spidery themes or if this is just her horrible form of teasing. You'll have to check next time you meet up with her.
The halls are blissfully quiet as you exit your room and trudge down the corridor. You hear whisperings as you pass a couple rooms and heavy groaning but nothing overly concerning. As you reach the stairs you see Peter with his arms crossed and waiting for you at the bottom.
"How's he?" he asks as you descend.
"Drunk and in Mr. Gohar's care. Where's Silas?" you look around before you hear your brother snicker.
"Helena and Isa are giving him hell in the kitchen. He might need some rescuing," he shrugs then slouches against a pillar. His usual light expression turns dark and heavy, almost as if the years ahead of him are sinking in now. "So this is really happening huh? Our mother was some sort of mercenary and our dad was a pirate..."
"We also have an adopted orc cousin and an ex griffin poacher aunt. Our uncle is trying to start a war, your sister is a fire elementalist, and your wife is pregnant. You take your pick on which is the worst right now," you let out a breathy laugh and Peter shakes his head and grins.
"Time away from home has given you an attitude short stacks," he reaches out and pinches your arm. You retaliate by kicking his shin. Peter shakes his head again and groans, "I suppose we should go rescue your boyfriend from the clutches of my wife and his mother."
Your face heats up and before you start stammering your denial about what sort of relationship you have with Silas, your brother pulls you along towards the kitchen. When he swings the door open you almost trip over your feet because Silas is pulling up behind you and hiding.
"Oh no you don't! You don't get to use her as a shield!" your sister in law hollers and Isa giggles over the rim of a mug. You raise a brow in her direction and she smiles.
"I'd thought he'd be getting this lecture from Peter or Zale, not dear sweet Helena. So this has been my afternoon entertainment. It's been an absolute delight," Isa grins, her long claws curling around the mug and her dark forest green eyes glimmer.
"Helena put the ladle down, you're scaring my friend and probably giving my sister a headache," Peter slides in and before Helena can protest, he plucks the utensil out of her hand a gives her a peck on the cheek.
"But... He- And it's your sister," she babbles before breaking out into tears. Peter soothes her and and holds her close. Helena had started getting very very emotional the week of your departure and you suspect she might have gone through several emotions when you didn't tell her nor Peter goodbye.
"Should we sneak out while he's distracting her?" you look over your shoulder and see Silas nodding.
Isa giggles, "Stay warm, it's starting to snow."
Silas hums a response then picks you up and hauls you out of the kitchen at a break neck speed. You hear the door slam shut from the tip of his tail thwacking it and the muffled laughter from his mother.
It's not till you're in the main hall that he finally sets you down so he can grab his jackets and scarves to wrap himself up in. He does an obvious double take once he notices what you're wearing and before you can say anything he leans down and kisses you. It's harder than the kiss you shared upstairs and heavier. You pull him down a bit more as he tries to right himself, not quite ready to let him go.
His cold claws are a joy as they touch your heated cheeks, so cold and calming. He leans in further and to your surprise he deepens the kiss with his tongue. You almost give up on the idea of going out for a walk, almost.
The both of you jump back at the sudden "Yoo hoo" from the stairs.
"So when did this happen?" Luctux gives a very feline like grin as he points to the both of you.
Combustion due to embarrassment never felt more realistic until now. You quickly run towards the door in hopes that the brisk cold will simmer some of your heated emotions into something manageable.
You hear Silas hiss and curse at the tiefling but Luctux doesn't seem bothered. The doors close behind you and you're met with wonderful and bone chilling winter coldness. The heat in your body starts to go back down as you had hoped.
You inhale the icy air into your lungs, loving how the cold doesn't seep into you like it used to. Like it would have before your abilities manifested. You can't help but to think about how perfect this weather will be for your training, how perfect it'll be to set back your uncle because no sailor would be crazy enough to go into battle during winter. Or maybe he is that crazy and would risk that many lives for his revenge.
The door squeaks open and you try and banish anymore thoughts about the impending war and your fucked up family away.
"Do you still want to go for a walk?" Silas asks as he slithers up next to you. You look up at him and see him wearing bulking winter clothes and hear the suspicious sounds of a certain salamander chewing on some sticks.
"I certainly do, but uh I think George might ditch us for the nearest fireplace if he's not fed enough wood. You sure bringing him along is a good idea?" you ask and as you turn to look back you get your answer. George is gnawing on a very large piece of firewood and Silas has two back up logs curled up at the tip of his tail. You can't help but to laugh at the sight.
"I'm not catching a cold, I refuse to drink any of my mother's tonics and be coddled like a hatchling... Not unless you're doing the coddling my dear," he leans down and kisses your cheek and grins.
You swat at him and he smiles even more," Come now my dear, let's go into town and give your sister in law a break from threatening me with half of the kitchen's utensils and pans."
Silas takes your hand and just as you're thinking that you're going to get to have a nice little walk, he pulls you up into his arms. "I'll let you down once we get into town. You still need to go easy on your foot and I need the heat."
"Mmhmm and this isn't just some terrible excuse to coddle me like a hatchling?" you poke at him and to your surprise he nips your cheek. You gasp and pinch his side under his jackets and he yelps.
"Evil icy hands," he hisses.
"That's what you get for biting," you stick your tongue out and suddenly realize that you're no longer at the estate. In fact you can hardly see it through the trees.
"Silas when did-"
"It's uh the other thing... from my dad," Silas grits his teeth and pauses. "Teleporting but I can only manage short distances since I don't use it often and I can only jump with up to three people."
You remember him telling you that naga inherit gifts of their families but he never showed you anything but from his mother's side.
"I used to use it to sneak out of Havu and hang out with Peter. The furthest I could go at a time was a few feet so I'd have to jump a few times before I was a safe distance away that I could slither without being seen," he adds.
"Did you ever use it when you were..." you pause and bite down that question, almost afraid of what mood it might put him in.
"I did use it with the party but I over did it once and well let's just say that I wasn't able to move for a good while after. It was agreed that I'd use it as a last resort. And I did try... I did try to use it before Selia knocked me out. I wish I was closer, just an inch and I might have-" Silas dips his head and you reach up and cup his face. He winces from your cold touch but leans into it all the same.
Your heart aches more so than it ever did at hearing this. Not only has he blamed himself for her death all these years, but he feels that if he had been just a bit closer that he could have reached her, he could have saved her. Maybe that's why he wants to keep you close, why he insists on carrying you whenever you'd let him or you had no choice.
"You need to stop doing this to yourself. Do you think that she'd want you to suffer when she saved you?" you tuck a wild strand on silver back behind his ear and into the safety of his hood. "She saved you, don't waste the life she saved by regretting it and beating yourself up."
Silas opens his eyes and looks into yours. He doesn't say anything when he presses his forehead against yours or when he holds you even tighter. He kisses your cheek and nuzzles against you, taking in all your warmth as you hold him. His fingers dig into your heavy black jacket and you feel the start of a sob that never goes further than a few words and a heavy sigh.
"When this is all over we can put up a proper memorial for her. No more crying, no more regrets, just talking and sharing memories alright?" you give him a squeeze
You feel him nod his head before he turns and kisses your neck. You gasp and some sound you've never made slips past your lips. You still as he kisses you again and you inhale sharply and dig your nails into his heavy scarf. He kisses you again and again till you're practically shoving off of him and he's laughing so hard you see tears prickling his eyes.
"No more! Mercy!" you cry as he dips down and tries to kiss you but only manages to laugh against your throat.
After a couple minutes you both finally calm down until you're a couple of grinning idiots.
"This is better, I like it when we're both happy," you lean against his chest and you feel him squeeze you.
"I agree.. I hate seeing you upset or sad and it's even worse when it's my fault. I hate feeling terrible all the time and I know Selia wouldn't want me to but I- It's going to take some time. I was only able to properly mourn over her with you and Luctux," Silas holds you tight and you feel it this time as he jumps and in that blink you can see the town.
"And that is the last jump for now because if I do anymore I might have to take one of those tonics," his face makes a cringed expression and you laugh.
The rest of the "walk" into town is slow and you notice how quickly Silas keeps jumping topic after topic. When you get to the edge of the town you notice that he seems hesitant to set you down but as he does you take his hand. You have a bit of a better understanding for his need to be close so you'll compromise with hand holding.
His claws twitch as he gently grasps your hand in his, a nervous look on his face. You try not to giggle as you tug on him and escort him into town.
Gilli's town square is as loud and bustling as it was the day you arrived. Stalls line the outside of busy shops and children and teens hustle with baskets of trinkets and crafts for the impending winter holiday.
Silas guides you over to the closets stall with his favorite baked potatoes.
"Are you going to eat that or are you just going to hold it ?" you poke at him as you unwrap yours. You didn't eat much these last few days and the smell of food in the square hit your empty gut pretty hard.
Silas glares down at you as he unwraps the paper off the potato, "And here I was trying to be nice and warm up my hands for you."
"Why?" you raise a brow and he gives you a bit of a confused look back.
"It's freezing out here that's why," he bites into the steaming potato and he moans in delight.
"It's better for me if you keep them cold honestly," you confess. The other reason for hand holding, the more selfish one you didn't want to admit. The cold air had helped you tame the fire magic building up. His constant cold hands provide enough icy bite that you have to focus on keeping your hand the right temperature. Warm enough for both you and him.
He takes another bite of the potato and the look of sudden realization smacks him hard.
"Fire thing?" he whispers, as if your new found powers are a secret.
"Yeah, fire thing," you shrug, pulling your lips into a thin line.
"Talk about it another time?" he asks and you nod.
"So um... huh... Anything you do want to talk about? Or any shop you'd like to visit?" Silas looks at you again, a ridiculous smile plastered on his face.
You think long and hard, maybe a bit too long because Silas orders another baked potato. You had wanted to up your personal weapons since the last two attacks. You've always been good with defense and you can manage something with weight on it thanks to growing up in a fishing town. But you feel like you might want something for long distance too.
When you tell Silas where you want to go he nearly chokes before nodding.
"There's uh-" he pauses and clears his throat. "There's a few shops Luctux mentioned that we can go to. Anything in particular that you're looking for?" he asks, looking around for any of those shops.
"Just trying to get an idea of something that would work well for me," you squeeze his hand and his claws tighten hard around yours.
Something dark and grim paints his face as he pulls you along and towards a large shop with an axe and snake on the sign. A large and burly naga sits behind the counter and his eyes nearly explode out of his head as the both of you enter.
"It can't be..." you hear him mumble as he stands tall. His scales are the same iridescent black as Silas' but with solid white lines down the sides of his tail. His white hair is kept in a messy scrunched up bun on top of his head and his nearly solid white eyes scan you and Silas up and down.
"Val? Silver?" he asks and then both you and Silas look at each other than back to the dumb struck naga.
"Valen was my father," Silas bows his head.
"Silver...er uh Erinna was my mother," you look towards the nearest and sigh.
"Bah! You two are like living breathing clones aren'tchya? Bet ya get a lot of hell about it. How are they by the by, haven't heard high nor low from my brother in ages. Bet that Isa still has him wrapped around her claws, " the naga laughs but neither of you do.
"They're uh..." Silas starts but is cut off when the sound of metal connecting to boney flesh and a sharp yelp cuts him off.
"What is the nine hells was that for you old bat?" the naga hisses at a gorgeous man clad in fine clothes and an apron.
"You're acting like an idiot. At least introduce yourself properly before asking why your nephew and Silver's child look like they just came from a funeral," he pinches the naga's cheek.
"Nephew?" Silas asks, his face paler than pale and his mouth hangs open in shock.
"Oh yes, can't ya see the family resemblance? Bet ya teleport too? Always been a coveted ability, Val was the better one of the clutch with it. Still can't believe the idiot hasn't even visited once since the second clutch was laid. He was so happy because you were the only survivor of your clutch so I figured... Boy? Hey are you-"
Silas grips the door frame and you can see the horror on his face. Something's not right. You take both of his hands, both shaking and his claws scrap your skin. The naga behind the counter moves and you see him start to round the counter but you shake your head vigorously.
"Is there anyone else in this town who knows about our parents?" you ask and it's the handsome strange man who nods. "Ok, is there anyway you can round them up and have them meet with us at the Maher's guest estate tomorrow afternoon? It'll be easier to tell this to everyone at once," you take Silas' hands again and give them a good squeeze.
It takes him a minute to come back around but when he does he groans, "More secrets, lovely. Ok... this is fine, not really, but uh yeah so I'm uh your nephew? As in my father and you are brothers?"
"Ahh of course you wouldn't remember your uncle Anyon! You were but hatchling last time I saw ya. Still holding onto the pieces of your egg you were. Your father was a sobbing mess when you hatched. The elders were worried sick that not an egg from your clutch would have survived that winter, but out you popped and I've never seen Val so worked up before," Anyon sniffles and looks to the handsome man behind him and he waves.
"If you don't remember him then you probably haven't the slightest clue who I am. I'm your other uncle Enyn, the poor vampire who married the biggest most clueless idiot but I love him," Enyn shrugs and smiles at Anyon.
"It's nice to meet the both of you... I didn't know I had family outside of Havu or that- Never mind, we'll talk about it tomorrow," Silas shakes his head.
Enyn pushes his way forward and Anyon crosses his arms, "You didn't know about us? About your aunts or uncles? Your grandparents and cousins?"
Silas' mouth tightens and he shakes his head. Anyon and Enyn exchange looks before looking towards you, "Where are your parents?"
"His mother and my father are here." you answer hoping one or maybe both will get the hint.
"I'd like a word with your mother then. Tonight. I'll gather the whole damn family after her and I settle things then. Enyn my love, can you get Gustav, Culann, Lir, and Thurl? They'll gather around a lot quicker if you're the one herding them," Anyon looks to Enyn and the vampire nods with a smile.
"Noon tomorrow then," Enyn sighs as he removed the apron and hangs it as he waltzes passed you and Silas.
There's a long standing silence once he's left only broken by the chewing of wood and an annoyed grumble from George.
"Secrets huh?" Anyon grimaces as he goes back behind the counter. "Sounds messy... Never been the sort to keep a secret much less create one. But you didn't come here for that, you came here for something sharp, something heavy, or something that can save your skins huh?"
Silas nods his head, "And better armor, something flexible."
Anyon gives his nephew a once over and hums, "Scrawny as your mum you'll need something light too. And for the little Silver, what sort of weapon are ya lookin' for? A sword like Zale's or maybe a bow like your mother's?"
You had thought about both but neither felt right. You look around the shop and nearly pass over the wall of poles and staffs lined up near the door Enyn came through. The poles look too long but the quarterstaffs... One in particular catches your eye, black with polished steel end caps and bands near the middle. A red line runs down it and it makes you think of the fire magic that you have to force control over.
"Would you recommend something like that to an elementalist?" you point to the staffs and Anyon blinks his eyes.
"Well that all depends on the element really. Staffs work well for the more flexible elements such as wind, water, and fire. Earth too, but only as sand, heard the nomads of Roskar use staffs with the sands," he rubs his chins and goes towards the staffs, plucking up the one you've been eyeing. "This the one?"
When you nod your head Anyon tosses the staff to you and you fumble a little but manage to catch it. The weight is perfect and it feels right in a terrible sort of way. You don't like the idea of having to use it but you don't like being defenseless either.
"How much?" you ask, still admiring the staff.
"A favored paid back, nothing more and nothing less. As for my nephew, you get free for being family. I've never charged your father nor Isa even though I've never cared for her, but eh family's family," Anyon shrugs before he slithers over to a large crate.
He tosses a few things this way and that way and you start to think that you know exactly which side of Silas' family he got his messiness from.
"Need any help?" Silas asks as Anyon tosses a knife to the side.
His uncle dismisses him with a wave of his hand before diving into the crate and pulling back up with a triumphant laugh.
"I knew I'd find this damn thing eventually! Try this on for size lad!" Anyon tosses a sack to Silas who catches it with ease.
Silas pulls out the armor and marvels at it for a moment then looks at all the scarves and jackets he has on. You help by holding the pauldron, arm braces, and chest plate while he struggles to remove all the layers he has on. Anyon shakes his head as he tries to hold back his laughter while watching his nephew struggle.
After several minutes you start to help Silas strap into the gear and you hate to admit it, but he looks rather dashing in it. The dark metal fits the color of his scales and it doesn't feel heavy at all.
"It fits like a glove don't it?" Anyon grins.
"It's really light and it doesn't feel like it'd get in my way," Silas answers, still in awe.
"First set I made, was your father's before he beefed up. He told me to keep it since it'd be a reminder of where I started. I've made adjustments to it since, always wanting to make it a bit better or wanting to add something else... Oh and speaking of something else!" Anyon pulls a chain necklace he'd been wearing off and tosses it at Silas. "Wear this you dolt! Can't believe you're not wearin' one in this weather."
Silas looks at the necklace in disbelief and his jaw drops, "But this is- Where did you get this?"
Anyon raises his brow, "Just take it lad, we can exchange stories later. I assume we'll be doing a lot of catching up soon. The more and more you ask things like this the more pissy I'll start getting, especially at that mother of yours."
Silas slips the chain necklace on and smiles, albeit awkwardly, "Thank you uh errr uncle or just Anyo-"
"Call me whatever you're comfortable with lad," Anyon sighs. "Same with Enyn. Your grandparents might demand that you call them nonni and granpa though, they're pretty stubborn about that."
Silas and Anyon talk a little bit longer, both keeping things short since they'll talk more later. Enyn returns right before you and Silas leave with his pale face even paler from the cold.
"Apparently Gohar had grabbed everyone up before I could reach them to break up a fight between an angry naga herbalist and a pissed off pirate captain," Enyn looks at the both of you and inhales sharply. "That means you two are welcomed to dinner with us or you can go back to the estate and watch your parents fight."
You look up to Silas and he rolls his eyes, "Well I can at least put this new armor to use."
Anyon laughs and smacks the counter and Enyn shakes his head, "We wish you both all the luck then."
Silas grabs up all his jackets and scarves and stuffs them into his satchel. You raise a brow but he smiles and bends down to kiss your cheek, "I'll tell you about it later."
Suddenly you feel the air around you whirl and the heat turns to ice cold and before you know it you're right outside of the town.
"Sorry I know you probably wanted to stay out more but-"
"It's fine, well it's not really fine but we need to get this over and done with. No more secrets right?" you squeeze his hand that he'd been holding during the jump.
He smiles and you see a gleam of certainty in his eyes, "No more secrets after tomorrow... hopefully." He laughs and bends down to pick you up.
"Hey I still have a revenge seeking pissed off stab happy pirate uncle out there so there's no telling," you sigh as you lean against him.
Silas kisses your forehead then your cheek and then your lips, "No secrets between us though."
"Never," you agree.
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#exophilia#naga#monster#monster x you#monster x reader#monster x human#monster x girl#monster boyfriend#naga boyfriend#slow burn#slow burn romance#strangers to friends#friends to lovers#oc#original character#Silas Locs#The long road#original story#writblr#monster lover#exophile#exophilia fic#exophilia fiction#monster romance#romance#male naga#dnd#dnd inspired
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Could I Please get some Cryptidcore and/or dreamcore themed pronouns and names? Tysm in advance!! < 3
• mo/mot/moth/moths/motself
• sa/sas/sasq/saself
• lo/loc/locs/locself
• nes/nessi/nessies/nessiself
• mos/moss/moss/mosself
• fo/for/firs/firself
• for/fore/fores/forestself
• ann/analog/analogs/analogs/analogself
• ufo/ufos/ufos/ufoself
• ali/alie/alien/alienself
• re/rel/reel/reels/relself
• lo/log/logs/logself
• mou/moun/mountain/moutains/mountains
• cas/cass/casset/cassets/casself
• ta/tap/tapes/tapeself
• haz/hazy/hazs/hazyself
• dre/drea/dreas/dreamself
• hie/hide/hides/hideself
lu/lur/lurk/lurks/lurkself
• ness
• motte
• moss
• fir
• cedar
• silas
• allen
• allynn
• mono
• rhett
#mod xeph#nameasks#pronounasks#cryptidcore#as someone who is prob a cryptid i took much joy in these#i hope this has helped anonnie
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Halo sayangku, Silas (◠‿・)♡ apa kabar hari ini, sehat kan? Semoga sehat terus ya sayang. Hari ini lelah ga, udah makan belum? Aku kepo banget soalnya 😁 aneh... Hari ini aku ngerasa kaya emosional banget entah karena apa hehe..
Oh iya hari ini hari dimana kita ketemu untuk ketiga kalinya di tanggal 24, padahal baru kemarin deh kakak ajak aku jalan ke sungai Han, terus jalan-jalan di Quebec, inget ga? 😆 Dan ga lama, kakak nanya kalau 2 minggu itu waktu yang terlalu cepat ga buat meresmikan hubungan dan aku jawab engga, tapi ya emang benar sebuah hubungan bukan dilihat dari seberapa lama pengenalan tapi bagaimana kita sanggup buat komitmen bersama seseorang untuk menjalani hubungan itu dan akhirnya ta-daa... Ini kita sekarang, 3 bulan bersama waktu yang ga sebentar juga 😄 jujur, aku bersyukur bisa ketemu kakak dan ya.. jadi tempat keluh kesah kakak juga, aku seneng banget.
Tapi semenjak itu aku ga tau kenapa kita kaya orang asing, aku jadi merasa canggung dan ga kaya biasanya aku deket sama kakak tapi malah ada jarak di antara kita dan aku merasa aku kaya lagi nunggu seseorang yang ga tau dia nunggu aku juga atau engga, maaf itu aku yang rasain sampai sekarang. Mungkin ada sesuatu yang salah di aku sampai kita kaya gini, entah apa aku juga masih cari tau.
Aku berusaha ga egois buat hubungan ini tapi kak, kakak tau orang lain tanya aku "Heejin emang kamu punya pacar ya?" "Lah kemana pacar kamu itu, Jin?" Agak kesel, padahal di loc aku jelas-jelas tertulis nama kakak di sana pake love pula. Apa aku harus ngebucin dulu? Aku rasa ga perlu buat umbar tapi sesekali mungkin boleh. Dan jujur aku selalu mau tanya ini ke kakak, setiap aku tag kakak apa ga pernah masuk ke mention tabs kakak atau emang kakak ga mau aku bucinin? Setiap ada kesempatan aku mau tanya ini ke kakak tapi pasti aja ada sesuatu hal yang bikin aku buat mengurungkan niat nanya itu, kalau di bilang merasa ga di hargai aku bakal jawab iya. Aku mau tag kakak banyak hal semuanya aku mau tag tapi kalau kaya gini buat apa, aku memangnya ada disini?? Gapapanya aku pasti ada apa-apanya, cuma aku berusaha buat ga perlu lah gitu gini dll.. tapi nanti setelahnya aku yang bingung harus cerita ke siapa 😄
Panjang ya? Iya 😊 mungkin ini saatnya buat aku ceritain semua yang aku rasain dari hal mendetail. Kalau aku menyinggung perasaan kakak aku minta maaf, tapi ini keluh kesahku. Kakak bisa anggap aku egois, gapapa mungkin sudut pandang kita berbeda kalau kita ga tau kedua belah pihak. Dan kalau aku terlalu baper, iya aku memang selalu mendahulukan perasaan setelahnya baru pakai logika, jadi maaf kalau cara berpikirku kaya gini ya memang begini adanya 😁
Bay! Aku sayang bay ga tau pokoknya aku sayang banget. Maaf akhir-akhir ini aku banyak menghilangkannya karena ya kakak tau sendiri 😊 aku ga mau sedih di hari yang spesial ini, aku berusaha buat ga sedih.
Oh iya aku buat playlist tapi setelah aku baca kaya anak alay 😭 semoga bay suka jangan ketawa atau apa ini aku bikinnya tengah malem, jadi... 😂 Ya gitu shshshs~
JANGAN NGAKAK 🥲 Itu aku cari kata-kata yang sebisanya pas.
Oke...
Selamat tanggal 24 untuk ketiga kalinya bay 😘❤️ semoga kedepannya kita bisa maju lagi, ayo majuu! Hehe... Aku ga mau jauh dari bay, aku ga mau bay menjauh dari aku. Aku mau kita bareng-bareng lagi. Maaf kalau selama ini aku ada salah sama kakak baik di sengaja atau engga mungkin aku lagi ga sadar 🥺 tegur aja boleh gapapa. Eum... Apa lagi ya aku bingung, grogi dan jujurnya aku lega cerita ini ke kakak, maaf selama ini aku belum cukup terbuka ke kakak dan ke diri aku sendiri. Selanjutnya aku akan berusaha buat terbuka biar kita sama-sama saling tau ^°^
LUCU GA?? aku malah gemes banget sama foto >.< Kak Hyeyeon maafin aku 🙏
I LOVE YOU BAY 😊💗 AKU SAYANG BAY BUANYAAKKK BANGET! Ga kehitung alias unlimited 😄
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Drop tumblr url you want to have a photoshoot soon, and what concept is running in your mind? Lets do the collab shoot i'll let you do the portrait if you want and ill go with the landscape.
Hi anon paturo naman dyan. HAHAHAHA. I ain't pro cos until now nagttrain padin ako sa mga friends ko haha but hobbyist is the right term I guess.
May mga nakakausap na ko pero dahil nga sa pandemic parang malabo pa.
But here's my thing:
@fayefuriosa @ztahcsslaskcihcsregnalsnebel parang fit-in sila sa boudoir concept, parang di mo na sila iccoach sa mga pose nila kasi parang basic nalang eh jusko naman ang sesexy kasi haha location nila perfect sa mga hotel na may baththub and pools tapos transparent yung cr haha.
lalo naman si @misskhae mas basic din mga sexypose pero parang mas cool din pag nag silhouette shoot to, main focus talaga ung curve and body pose during sunset, perfect sa zambales or palawan hahaha wow lapit
si @mikaphernelia mika bebe , parang sa street shoot sya bagay iba din umawra eh, same sila ni ara ng "angs" parang normal nalang din sakanila magpose haha perfect talaga sila sa location sa UP Diliman or Intramuros, tapos dun sa clark airbase na napuntahan namin na shoot dati haha
si @dakilanggerlpren @dakilangboyyfriend parang bet ko sila sa golden hour na concept mala prenup ganern haha pwede na sa Las Casas Acuzar or Santorini sa Ilocos hahaha wao lapit sakanila
si @herjourn parang fit in sya sa fantasy concept then plain long white maxim dress since curly yung hair nya haha tapos yung loc sa riverfront sa cavite or sa antipolo since parang may mga forest keneme dun.
si @ejay tsaka si @israel isa talaga to sa achievement kapag nagkaroon ng chance na magkaroon ng shoot with them tapos ung concept nila outdoor shoot na nasa bakanteng lote or yung bnw na concept tapos kanin nalang dadalhin ko HAHHAHAA CHAR
si @jhellovesyou @dmcountmein @hellohachu I can see them sa concept na jet set chic, but since maeffort un dun tayo sa shoot na parang may korean touch, tapos yung location sa elcocinero or bag of beans sa tagaytay hahahaha
si @oceanwarm eto si bebe guurl, bet ko to for a candid shoot, most likely yung location sa mga museum within the metro haha
PERO SYEMPRE PAWANG NASA KAISIPAN PALANG TO, MALABO PA SA MALABO MANGYARI TO DAHIL SA NAGAGANAP NA KASHITAN SA PINAS HAHAHAHA K BYE.
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(Im)Perfect Strangers Chapter 7 (Iorveth/Roche)
Fic Summary: When Roche is sent on an undercover assignment, he doesn’t expect to run into a pretty elf who seems open to his drunken advances, but he wouldn’t change a thing.
Until he finds out exactly who the pretty elf really is.
Chapter Summary: The ragtag group finally arrives in Loc Muinne - and then has to go on a long hike just to reach the damn city.
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They arrived at the mouth of the Pontar earlier than Roche had expected, perhaps an hour before sundown. Still, the trek up the mountain could be a long one, so he made sure his men had plenty of torches amongst their supplies and offered one to Geralt.
The Witcher took it with a nod of thanks. They would split up once they got to the city, but until then, Roche was trying to make nice, so he even offered torches to the elves. They all gave him a weird look, but Iorveth took one of the torches and Rinn popped up out of nowhere to take the other three.
“Okay,” he drew the word out, still wondering how the fuck the elven girl was able to vanish and reappear seemingly at will. “Let’s go. Ves, Finch, watch our tail. Silas, take point.”
The youngest Blue Stripes commando gave him a wide eyes look, but snapped into a salute and jogged forward with a bounce in his step. Good. Silas was ready for more responsibility, and this was a good start to see how he responded.
They made it halfway up the mountain before they needed to light their torches. Geralt was pointedly walking in between the elves and the Blue Stripes, though somehow what that really ended up meaning was that he and Iorveth walked on either side of the Witcher.
The walk was quiet, conversation happening in quiet murmurs with each other, and he was glad for that when it meant Geralt perked up as if having heard something just before Silas held up a fist to stop them all in place.
“What is it?” Roche asked lowly.
“Soldiers,” Geralt reported.
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The night was creeping in on everyone. Lucifer hadn’t gotten a chance to do anything fun, but they didn’t know where to go. They had spotted Silas near the kitchen. They made their way over to Silas, ruffling out their hair. “Hey, you don’t really know me. But I figured you’d might know some cool places to go to at night,” They began. “Like if you’re going out can I tag along?” They wondered.
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