Nico, over Iris message: So how is school? Do you hate it yet? Are you coming back soon?
Jason, laughing: I actually really like it, it’s so different from New Rome and Camp Half-Blood.
Nico, vaguely disappointed: That’s good.
Jason: More importantly, how’re you? What have you been up to lately?
Nico, shrugging: Will showed me how to do more things on the computer in the big house.
Jason, encouragingly: That sounds fun.
Nico: I visited you on Google Maps.
Jason, fighting his smile: That’s actually very sweet. Thank you.
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Eventually, Amuary would become an afterthought, even if his spam box every now and then got an e-mail from a blocked contact.
Rylan: Well that looks fancy, I guess we will both have a busy summer.
Tyvan: If they accept me, yes.
It was a program his grandparents had stumbled upon, or well Chris most correctly during work, which of course had Tyvan raise an eyebrow when he got told about it.
Rylan: But still, find time for the usual stuff right?
Tyvan: Absolutely.
It was a mix of study and working alongside a full-time criminal psychologist that was what Tyvan was applying for. It was for those that wanted to learn about the subject, and perhaps see if it was something for them. If they did good, it might also be a foot inside the door as his father said to a later job.
Tyvan: Liam is working the barista job again, Ibuki and Kaylin were both working at the local beach as lifeguards.
Rylan: Handy to be a Siren for that job!
Tyvan: Very, and well it seems everyone has a busy summer.
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One day we will see sunlight and the stars over the seas,
Once the walls are gone and the alarms are off, then we will be free.
One day when the shackles of those unknowing are leased and the heroes of pretend stories are allowed to leave,
Into the city and into the shops like the tv shows tell me about we'll be.
One day our prison will be just a home to come back to after a night out,
But until we're given freedom I will refuse to let Stockholm syndrome sprout.
One day the nights will be spent outside and not under the neon lights,
Until then we dream and play and plan, it'll happen Freddy, goodnight.
-Bonnie, the best poet I know.
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this is all fun and games until I remembered the horrors (s4) and now i am having thoughts
at least chopper got his job back amiright (i am in tears)
STOP THIS
chopper actually loves Kanan, I think about how worried he was about him in the season 1 finale, desperately trying to find him, or in s2 finale when he helped Kanan to walk around and held his hand
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To Hold You Again
Morgott/Mohg angst
Very short dabble
He was in the dark, hard earth beneath him. But it was not wet nor cold as the shunning grounds had been, this was a different type of discomfort.
A sound shifted in the distance, hallow dragging across stone. Morgott stiffened for a moment, sitting up ever so slightly from his position on the ground. A shape suddenly nestled down beside him, warm and searching but without any malice.
The shape was painfully familiar: broad and pointy with a gangly set of arms a bit too long to match.
Mohg
Morgott didn’t question that revelation for a moment, knowing in an instant who it was. He pulled the other closer, thankful there was no resistance. He’d recognize his twin even if rendered completely blind. Even by the barest hint of his breath, hissed through lipless mouth, was so familiar. Every fragment of him danced across Morgott’s heartstrings, an ache of loss.
Mohg was bigger than him now, had been bigger for a long while. Yet Morgott still curled around him, furred tail entrapping them in a ball.
He felt the others clawed hand touch his cheek, nuzzling into the contact. He misses this, the simple act of sleeping next to one another, once a nightly occurrence.
He missed him…
There was a time he was all he had, the only comfort found in the darkness far below, the only touch that wasn’t tinged with hatred or hostilities. A time they were inseparable.
He missed him beyond words…
Morgott didn’t ask why he was here, why now, for fear of the answer. Life had sent a bitter bolt of disparity between their chosen paths, kingship no longer on the table. Reasons that bubbled up his throat and threatened to choke him.
Things that could be left unforgiven later.
Right now he was here, he was in his arms again. Morgott could just catch the flash of gold-tinged orange of his brother’s eye, regarding him silently in the inky blackness. Foreheads lightly bumped into one another, a gentle headbutt of affection; a peculiar trait shared with felines, especially by young omen. Morgott repeated the gesture back, horns clinking off his twins, eyes stinging from the reassurance the simple act brought.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak but the words withered away upon his tongue.
This wasn’t real…in the depths of his heart he knew it wasn’t.
He pulled him close, desperate to remember every detail.
Morgott blinked open his eye, jolting a bit as he awoke. Golden glow from the Erdtree filtered in through the balcony, allowing his night vision to easily fill in the room to him.
It was all a dream, as he expected. Yet his heart ached.
Morgott felt a ripple of grief tear through him, clutching his stomach before he realized the bed was warm.
His tarnished slept soundly beside him, blissfully unaware. His throat tightened, fingers trembling with need as he scooted closer to her.
He scooped up the little tarnished, pulling her against his chest as he curled around her. Morgott nuzzled his nose into her golden hair an an attempt to drown his senses. The tarnished made a whimper as she slightly stirred, quickly settling back into sleep.
He held her, tail tangling up in their legs, pressing chaste kisses atop her head. Sleep did not find him again that night…
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