#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. drabble

[alyafae-a]

he’s family. the one she chose. he’s part of her peace.   //   ft. @assasenach​

it’s strange, this peace, like the eye of a storm. if she had been anyone else she might have felt calm but laris has not been trained to feel calm in a situation like this. she also would have never imagined sharing this moment with lorian but that is exactly what she’s doing. “this might be the most casual thing i have ever experienced.” she reveals as she sips on her tea. it’s not quite true, she has shared such moments with zhaban as well, but that has been different. he’s her husband. lorian, on the other hand … he’s family as well but their bond is different. “i’ve only once wondered what my life might have been like if i had grown up differently.” if she had been born a different race. just once, in all her life has she dared to think about it. 

maybe she would have had children, but the idea is too strange, far too much of a distant fantasy. it’s not her path. “but it doesn’t matter now. i would not be here if things had been different. i wouldn’t have met you.” laris looks at him now, smile on her lips; she wouldn’t have known what she’s missing out. he’s her brother in heart and that means more to her than blood. she chose him, though is it a choice when you know it’s the only option? maybe.

“have you ever thought about a different life?” it’s a big question, too big, she might think. but it is out now and she won’t take it back. “maybe you’d have a simple job. not this. maybe we would still have met each other. i could have been … a teacher. no, maybe a hostess. ha, that doesn’t sound right either.” it’s good enough as it is now. not ideal, not a dream, but good enough. they are alive and have things they care about.

“you’re like a brother to me. chosen family, it’s better than the one you’re related to anyway.”

she reaches for his hand, slowly, gently; something she doesn’t do often. physical things are kept between herself and zhaban but she makes exceptions for lorian. they are all she got.           “we both deserve to be happy... and i am. happy. at peace.”

#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. drabble #i'm also not sure what this is but - well lorian is family

[alyafae-a]

alma has found her true peace.   //   ft. @soulstcne​

cardigan wrapped around herself, she’s sitting outside by the fairy lights. it’s dark but if you look closely you could see the tears running down her face. there are several dried streaks on her cheeks but some tears still find their way down her face. though tears on her face, there are no sobs; just the silence of the night. one had to get close to see what’s going on. and aisling, well, she’s always the one to notice, isn’t she? they sit together in silence for a moment before aisling asks why she’s crying. it brings a smile to her face but it’s not bright enough to be visible. still, there’s tension leaving her body. “i’m not sad,” the gem eventually reveals, looking up at the sky, counting to ten, before turning her head to look at the woman beside her. eyes sparkle because of the tears but the faint orange glow makes it even more prominent. “i’m happy. i’m genuinely happy. do you know how long it’s been since i have felt this way?” she cannot even remember herself so she would be shocked if aisling knew. there has been little happiness, true happiness, before she has met this human. there has been greed and terror and a lot of pain she has caused but ever since aisling, things have changed. she is better now, she does good things. she’s considered a hero by some. who would have thought!

“i’m happy and it’s because of you. because you’ve given me a better existence, a better purpose. i will never be able to repay that debt.” she’s counting the second for aisling to argue that she doesn’t have to do such a thing. they are connected, they saved each other. they are even. and yet, alma has a home because of her. “there has been so much pain and destruction before … now there’s only peace. and the usual trouble to take care of.” a gentle chuckle, the smile on her lips is bigger now. the gem reaches out to take the other woman’s hand, bringing it to her lips and pressing a kiss to its back. just like that she lets go of her again. this is home, this is peace, nothing could make this moment any better. well, veida could, she misses her sister dearly, but it’s perfect enough now. “i love you for all these reasons and more. you’re so good and i couldn’t be prouder to have you in my existence. thank you, aisling.”

#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. drabble #i cried a little while writing this #alma has come so far

[alyafae-a]

pizza, extra cheese & extra greasy.   //   ft. @everstride​ 

the room is full of people, everyone is looking at her. she's used to it by now, the fascinated people and the ones that want to see her gone. she seems them all as well but her eyes always end up finding leo. the mere glimpse brings a smile to her lips and it only spurs her on some more. does he know about the effect he has on her? well, he should be aware of it; he's her husband. another thought that makes her heart flutter. she's truly feeling like a teenager who’s in love for the first time when she thinks about it and maybe it's not completely a lie. the way she feels about him is unlike anything she has ever experienced before. she's been with other people before, has loved other people, but it has been different. the press conference comes to an end and with a relieved sigh she disappears behind the stage. 

charlie has no idea how he did it but when she enters the private area, leo is already waiting for her. she shouldn't be surprised, he does it all the time. when she's close enough, she can feel his hand on her lower back, guiding her further away from the people who are still in the main hall. but the blonde steals a quick kiss, a reward, and delays the whole thing by a few seconds. “you were good,” he murmurs quiet enough for her to hear and she smiles once more. it's the one thing he tells her all the time. whenever she finishes a conference he'll be there to praise her. or to call her out on being reckless (it doesn't happen that often anymore). “i noticed. i think a few of them have been cheering.” it still amazes her how supportive some people are; she knows many craved the change but she  would have thought the enthusiasm would eventually die down.

leo leads her to the back door where their car is already waiting for them. they both get in the backseat and charlie doesn't waste time taking off her shoes and getting comfortable. though buckled in (she made the mistake to forget about it once, never again) she makes sure to lean into leo, happy to just leave her public persona at the door for a few moments. she loves how his arm wraps around her without her situation, how he knows she needs this now. she loves her job (she’s proud more than anything else) but she's also just a woman; a married woman. she'll never grow tired of the sound of it. “do you think we can share a pizza tonight? extra cheese, extra greasy?” she chuckles at the idea, remembering the night he ordered her the perfect pizza and carried her to bed. the simple life. “i'll even let you have the last slice.” they both know she'll be the faster eater; she usually is when she requests a specific meal. it means she's starving. therefore it's an offer that should make him feel honored.

“when we get home, you go and change into something more comfortable, i'll take care of the pizza.” this is why she married the man. he takes care of her in the best ways possible. she leans up, hand gently resting against his cheek while she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “you're my saviour.” she can feel his smirk now, his features moving under her lips. “your wish is my command, mrs. barnes.”

#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. drabble #i wrote this in the middle of the night #and don't remember at all haha #but hey there's pizza

[alyafae-a]

he knows metal. maybe that’s what they are, maybe that’s why he’s aware of her.   //   ft. @yarazoreniye​

he’s aware of her in a way he’s only ever been aware of metal and yet, she’s something entirely different. he knows metal, understands it better than anything else, but genya will always be a mystery in a way. no matter how well he might know her, how aware he might be of her, some things will never make sense to him - why she likes him, for example. does it matter though? not at all. he needs to stop questioning everything; especially the things he doesn’t understand. clever, more clever than most, and he still struggles when it comes to things like that. but that’s who he is. there is no way he can deny that she deserves more than he can give (someone who doesn’t need a list with pre-made compliments), so he’s trying. not obvious to most, david knows that genya notices. she knows that he tries; she’s always seen more than everyone else.

“do you know rhodium? it’s extremely rare and corrosion-resistant. extraordinary. it’s also inert to most aggressive chemicals.” he says it as casually as he can, as if it’s not a weird random fact. it makes perfect sense to him; anyone else might have given him a strange look now (is he insane?) but genya might understand. she has to. she’s rhodium. 

          “working with rhodium is interesting.”

fingers itch to reach for his list but he doesn’t. his words are enough, the fact that he holds her gaze, too. how rare. maybe it makes him rhodium as well. just a little. they’d be the same and the thought pleases him a lot; neither of them is alone in this world.

                              they are rhodium.

#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. drabble #hi i don't really know what this is #but david thinking about metal and genya is a mood