#I MEAN DEADER THAN DEAD CAUSE HAIR IS DEAD TO BEGIN WITH

[tacticalvalor]

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MUSE PLAYLIST || APOLLYON

► MAIN: Brutus - The Buttress

↳ My name is Brutus and my name means heavy, so with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy. My whole life you were a teacher and friend to me; Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy. I too have a destiny! This death will be art! The people will speak of this day from near and afar. This event will be history, and I'll be great too; I don't want what you had—I wanna be you.

► SILLY: When I Rule the World - Liz

↳ When I rule the world, then I'm gonna make you sweat, dog collar 'round your neck, on your knees and scrub the deck. Oh, there's a spot over there, so I'll drag you by the hair. So scrub it, rub it, whip it, dry it, 'till I tell you to stop. When I'm on the throne, it's a total freak zone; You can call me mommy and I'll throw a dog a bone.

► DETERMINATION: Run Boy Run - Woodkid

↳ Run, boy, run! This world is not made for you. Run, boy, run! They're trying to catch you. Run, boy, run! Running is a victory. Run, boy, run! Beauty lies behind the hills.

► BATTLE: Autotheist - Baby Bugs

↳ Dear God up in heaven: How do I fucking get in? You tried to make me scared of hell, but I'm living there. I'm living there. And if I was God, I'd kill the people who believe in me. And if I was God, I'd make everybody bow to me. And who says that I'm not God? I am God to me. And if I was God, I'd make you all believe in me.

► SAD: God Complex - Violent Vira

↳ I wanna be the true savior, the one with the terrible demise. I wanna be the Messiah, Pariah, the one who never dies […] Darling, won't you just plead, or should I begin to bleed? God, I could try to be the one. To be the one. I'll tear down the sky. What do you want?

► RELAXED: It's Ok, You're Ok - Bonjr

↳ // No lyrics to this one, but I think it fits Apollyon's character because of that. When she does have moments of peace, there isn't much to be said about them. As for the tone of the music itself, it's still got an energy to it. Like it could be thrown over a battle scene, if you catch the vibe. And that, again, I think fits her character. Even when relaxed, there's that drive.

► CONTEMPLATIVE: Blood Upon the Snow - Bear McCreary & Hozier

↳ To all things housed in her silence, Nature offers a violence. The bear that keeps to his own line. The wolf that seeks always his own kind. The world that hardens as the harsher wind holds. The parent forced to eat its young before it grows. Every bird, gone unheard, starving where the ground has froze.

► HAPPY: Schism - TOOL

↳ I know the pieces fit, 'cause I watched them fall away, mildewed and smoldering; Fundamental differing. Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers' souls in motion. Disintegrating as it goes, testing our communication.

► HARD WORK MONTAGE: Shut Eye - Stealing Sheep

↳ You should've got a better bed, better for your head, better heads need shut eye. You should've got out of the red, in the red you're better off dead; deader than the red dead sea, promise to me, promise me the sea.

► LOVE THEME: Cigarettes & Feelings - The Haunt

↳ You got me stumbling; You never give me a break. I know one day this thing will kill me. You're my favorite mistake […] I know you see me there. You're always playing this game. You've got me breathless, got me begging you to drive me insane. I always fall for the things that will hurt me.

► BREAKUP / HEARTBREAK: Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons

↳ Touch my mouth and hold my tongue. I'll never be your chosen one. I'll be home, safe and tucked away. You can't tempt me if I don't see the day […] I'll never wear your broken crown. I took the road, and I fucked it all away. Now, in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace?

► FAILURE / DEFEAT: Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain

↳ Suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee. Promising a big fire, any fire, saying I'm the one; he's gonna take me. I'm on fire, I'm on fire, I'm on fire. Suffering is nigh, drawing to me, calling me the one; I'm the white light, beautiful, finite. Even the iron still fears the rot, hiding from something I cannot stop. Walking on shadows, I can't lead him back.

► FINAL BATTLE: REVIVED - Derivakat

↳ Driving off the tracks, but I'm back, and I've seen Hell, but this is more my style. I'm alive, I'm revived, I survived, you surprised? Gonna cry about it? You should see the other guy. I'm returned, and I've waited my turn, a decade of time to make everything mine.

#(headcanon) #(m: apollyon) #vendettavalor #(long post)

[dongsookies]

bIH TAEYONG IS BLONDE

#yes but also pls stop dying his hair iT'S DEAD #I MEAN DEADER THAN DEAD CAUSE HAIR IS DEAD TO BEGIN WITH #taeyong #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #nct taeyong #lee taeyong #nct lee taeyong #nct 127 taeyong

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Different Kisses with Mark Tuan

Thanks so much for your request! Mark is one of my top ten biases in kpop, and so naturally I was anxious to write this, as I am with all my biases - for some reason, I always feel like I will let myself down? Hahah! Anyways, let’s get into another GOT7 member today!

Mark cannot go a day without telling you how much you mean to him, and his kisses are like constant passionate reminders of this.

First kiss:

You had known Mark for some time, and as friends your relationship had been easy going, playful and comfortable. Ever since he confessed a week ago, he’d been a little awkward with you, not because he was worried your feelings didn’t match his, but because he was just so excited you had accepted his heart. He was anticipating making all those new steps with you. There was no weird first date because you had hung out so often that you were able to skip some of those steps. All the same, ever since he had confessed, all he could think about was your lips, and wanting them on his. That’s what had him anxious, wanting something, but not knowing if you’d be down for it happening so soon. He wanted to go at your pace, but also, he had thought too much about this for too long now. To you, he was constantly playing with his lips subconsciously and it was driving you insane, unable to stay focused on what you were both doing together, and only on how full his lips were. It was almost illegal with how much he emphasised them, and if you didn’t see that distant expression in his eyes every time, you’d be certain he was doing it on purpose.

And so, when you were catching up on a show you had been watching together and he played with his lips for the umpteenth time that evening, you groaned, startling him. “Just kiss me, would you?!” you almost begged, Mark’s eyes widening at the request, but not wasting anymore time either. The embrace was passionate as soon as his lips landed on yours, both of you exploring each other with ease. It was as if your kiss dissipated any of the remaining hesitation between you both, cementing that this was actually happening.

And that kiss went from your first, second, third, right up to your eighth one being a kiss goodnight. You had never kissed someone so much in your life, and you had a feeling that you would have to get used to having someone who would shower you so easily in his affections.

Public kisses:

Mark doesn’t get too worried about what you get up to out in public. He’s not the type to make an obvious spectacle out of you both, but he also isn’t bothered by anyone seeing you enjoying each other’s physical contact. Holding hands is a given, and if he’s not holding your hand, then his arm is slung around you, keeping you close to his side. He loves it when you wrap your arms around his waist as you walk too, smiling and leaning down to kiss your head happily. He always likes to be touching you in some way. Kisses out in a public vary, he can be satisfied with just a quick peck on the lips, or lots of forehead or cheek kisses, and then sometimes he needs more of you, stopping whatever you’re doing and running his thumb lightly over your bottom lip before cupping your face in his. He’s not going to leave his mouth on yours for long, but he always gives you this smile that makes you feel like you’re going to float away if he ever lets go of you.

You have frequent dates out, either to do active pursuits, like the ski lodge in winter, or the pool in summer, but he also loves spoiling you and taking you shopping, to museums, cafes, and lots of park picnics and walks. On these he is more affectionate too, holding you close at all times and quietly telling you how beautiful you are in your outfit, or how much he cannot wait to take you home and get you out of it. That escalated quickly. Give or take on his mood, he’s not even afraid to rile you up out in public, his hands swift at targeting your weaknesses, his lips kissing yours with a little more demand, and silently you both make plans to end whatever you’re doing and get someplace more private, so you can continue on with where this was heading.

Private kisses:

At home it’s just a continuation of when together anywhere, period. Lots of cuddles, plenty of touching, playful banter, serious conversations, no talking at all, you did it all. Some days all you’d do is stay cuddled up together, leaving kisses upon one another, smiles endlessly pouring out alongside your love. Others you’ll be cooking or cleaning together, and Mark will come over and rest his head on your shoulder, enveloping you in his warm back hug and kissing along your neck, telling you how good you looked right now. In fact if there was one phrase you heard the most aside from I love you, it was that, he was always enamoured by how you appeared to him. You could come home from the gym all sweaty and dishevelled and apart from a playful pout accompanied with a complaint about getting all worked up without his help, he would still tell you how good you look to him. And it wasn’t from a lack of control over his sexual desires; you could see he genuinely meant it each and every time.

And you were both able to function without being attached to one another, though Mark would often stop what he was doing just to stare at you, taken back that you’re his. No matter how much time passed, it still felt surreal that he had gotten this lucky. And that’s why his lips were constantly on yours; gently reminding you that he needed you always.

Making out:

Mark could make out with you every day of the week if you let him. But that would be far too much passion for a person to cope through, and so you settled for several times a week when together, both of you unable to keep your hands off of each other and heating things up. You had quickly progressed into a physical relationship, given the fact that you had been friends before lovers, and didn’t need to spend that extra time getting to know what each other was like. You were both still the same, but you had used that “free” time to explore each other, finding out what you both liked in each other early on. Mark is a confident lover, so long as you’re not trying anything new. And so most sessions would almost always follow a similar routine, both of you liking the consistent flow of making out with one another. Unlike JB and Jinyoung, Mark isn’t an experimental kind of guy. He knows your key spots well, and attacks them first every time. He loves having you in his lap, his hands running up and down your curves and then gripping at your thighs as you grind against him, quickly building up both of your breathing. And his lips are almost always upon your upper chest and neck, sucking and biting lovingly at you as your moans begin. You can bet that making out with Mark is essentially a long, intense session of foreplay, and this appreciation of your body will extend into the bedroom. And so because of this, he’s vocal, even now, letting you know how you make him feel, cursing at how good it is. Quite often his cue of wanting to take you someplace more pleasurable is spoken out with a “fuck you look so good right now”, picking you up as your legs wrap around him instantly, stopping along the way to balance against the walls, or counter tops when the passion makes it too much for him to walk and keep kissing you. By the time you’re in the bedroom, you’re both far too hot, stripping down and leaving the making out completely behind, moving into another realm of ecstasy. Goodbye I am deader than dead.

Morning kisses:

Mornings are sweet with Mark. You both wake up around the same time, and he’s always smiling lazily over at you, reaching over to brush the hair away from your face and greeting you huskily. His lips are always soft and slow in the morning, almost like they’re still waking up too. Lots of Eskimo kisses and his never ending forehead kisses too. He loves playing with your hair in the morning, making fun of you whenever it’s a little messy, only mussing it up further to annoy you. And whenever you try to leave him, his arms around your waist tighten, telling you to not even dream of leaving him. But it’s time to be awake, not dreaming, and you’re aware of the clock unlike him. He doesn’t like this about you and will try every tactic in the book to keep you next to him. There has even been a few times where you’ve been late for work, Mark’s sweet morning sex being enough to distract you completely.

Making up:

Arguing with Mark is frustrating. You both like to talk about your feelings, Mark actually being quite the talker if he has something to say. And so because of this, your relationship is generally quite harmonious, any time an issue crops up, you both work promptly to solve it. And if you can’t do that, Mark avoids the situation until it cannot be ignored any longer. Unlike others with tempers, he doesn’t yell. He’s always calm, but disconnected in his tone, which is harder to deal with than yelling and getting it out and over with. And worse is the silent treatment that follows, frustrating you completely until you cry. This is when Mark softens; hating that he’s causing you to shed those emotions, even if it might not be directly his fault in the beginning.

He is a firm believer in making up, lots of kisses laced in with his apology, his hands pulling you against his body and rocking you both back and forth until you calm down. Like Jaebum, he’s also one for make up sex, the mood incredibly delicate and soft, unlike most of your love making sessions.

Movie kisses:

A lot of dates are spent at home, both of you loving a good movie night with some snacks and each other as company. You’re not huge into scary movies, but he is, and a lot of the time he convinces you to watch them with him, even though you spend more time gripping at him and burying your head into his chest than actually watching the screen. Of course this is why he loves movie dates with you so much, smirking to himself whenever you freak out, patting your back gently and kissing the top of your head. Whenever it gets too much, or when it’s finished and you’re shaking a little from what you just endured, he feels a little bad, telling you it’s not real and it won’t happen to you because you have him. And irrationally you bite back, telling him you’re not going to be able to relax now and sleep in case you have nightmares. He softly kisses you then, distracting you entirely until you’re sleepily gazing up at him with a smile upon your face, and allowing him to help you go to bed and sleep, reminding you that he’s kissed all the bad dreams away if you slip back and think of what you were doing before his luscious lips were on yours.

Pouty/teasing kisses:

Although you have a lot of chilled, loving and tender moments, Mark is also a clingy guy, and if you don’t give him enough attention, he’s going to play with his lips again until all you can think of is kissing him. He will shamelessly follow you around like a lost puppy and cling to you at any chance he can get. And because he’s right there, and sticking out that bottom lip at you, how could you resist?

But you also have your own way at getting him back for is needy behaviour, teasing him whenever you can with whatever ammunition you can find. A lot of it stems from your great relationship with his family, photos of him when he’s younger being a great way to get under his skin. You love seeing him riled up, especially after he’s made you watch one too many horrors in a month, and so you’ll send him taunting messages about whatever you’ve got on him, Mark finding you as soon as you’re together again and demanding you hand them over. He’s even begged his Dad to stop releasing all of his childhood disasters to you, but of course you still get them delivered promptly to torment him with. In these moments, he’s desperate to get whatever it is away from you and you’ve already climbed up on the sofa or something higher than him, dancing around with the item in your hand or phone, gleaming triumphantly at him. And so he does what is the only way to silence you and grabs you swiftly, landing his lips upon yours, kissing you until you fall captive and relent to his charms completely. And he can never figure out if you always forget this is how it ends up, or if you do this purposely just to be taken hostage by his lips entirely, but neither of you are complaining by the time you’re done.

Missed you kisses:

Naturally with this line of work, Mark’s often away from you and he hates this so much. Aside from daily texts to make sure you’re eating well, that you’re sleeping okay without him, if you have his hoodie on that his spritzed his cologne onto when the time apart is too long, he also rings you, unable to go without telling you at least once a day that he loves with you his own voice. Regardless of whether you pick up or not, given the time zone differences at times, he always leaves you his love, and misses you like crazy. So much that the plane is barely landing on the tarmac or the van is just rolling over the borderline that brings him back into the city, before he’s on the phone to you, telling you he’s on his way. If it’s late at night, he’ll forgo the call, making his way into your apartment with the key you gave him earlier into your relationship, and removing all unnecessary layers before climbing into bed and finding your lips. He is relentless, evoking instant desire within you, tasting your mouth completely before he pulls back, and utters a “god I’ve missed you” before his lips are reaching for yours again. You never thought you could be loved this deeply by someone else, but here you were getting spoiled completely, that you didn’t even care if he disturbed your sleep.

Future kisses:

Although you didn’t talk about it often, as there was no need to constantly confirm with each other, some of your favourite moments with Mark were at night discussing the future together. It would start of innocently, a friend of yours might have sent a wedding invitation to you, and suddenly you’re both discussing how you want your big day to be like. It’s casually started but grows earnest from both of you, smiling up at one another and giving each other kisses in between. But when it gets deeper, when he tells you how he’s imagined buying a house together within the next year, how his family are waiting for him to tell them he’s proposed, Mark not so subtlety testing your reaction to the idea of becoming his fiancé, and his wife, to the mother of his children, it’s a little overwhelming, all in a good way. Because he’s so resolute that it’s only ever going to be you for him, and he knows that it’s the same for you. But he wants your thoughts always, and seeing how worked up you are whenever he adds Tuan onto your name, you just cannot help but explode with love for the man beside you. Your lips finding his, and kissing him in a way that has you both shivering in delight. Your foreheads pressed together as you both utter love confessions at one another, showering each other in kisses afterwards. It’s a moment where you truly feel yourselves connecting into one entity, knowing some day soon, you’d be able to live out those desires, ready to make them your reality.

A lot of people see Mark as a quiet guy, and he although he’s not as talkative as most people in your life, with his meaningful short sentences to go along with your entirely detailed and lengthy ones, he’s definitely not a silent aspect of your life, evoking a lot of passion, spoiling you completely, letting you treat him like your prince, and just living happily ever after, because that’s what’s in the cards, right?

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Other GOT7 members: Mark // Jaebum // Jackson // Jinyoung // Youngjae // Yugyeom

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[wanderingpride]

A short story with Auro and Cassius.

It was getting late; the sunset was stretching its last rays over the mountains in the distance, Auro slumped on the grass in Cassius’ backyard, waiting for dinner. He always felt a little bad for Cassius. Not only did he have to worry about providing enough food for himself, but he had to make food for at least twenty extra regular humans on top of that. Auro shook his head, trying to get the thoughts out of his brain whilst taking a deep breath in, inhaling the scent of freshly cooking steak. Mouth watering a little, he felt his stomach about to rumble, hunching over trying to suppress the sound. Alas, it didn’t work, as Cassius gleefully opened the window and chuckled.

“I heard that. Worry not, it’ll be ready soon!”

That smile never seemed to leave Cassius’ face, something that Auro secretly admired about him. His generosity and altruism were unrivalled. Auro wished he could match it. A sigh escaped his lips as he goes back to drawing soft circles in the grass, barely feeling the individual blades on his fingers anymore; a combination of tough calluses and the finger simply being too large the cause. He missed those little things.

The door to the backyard opens, Cassius barely able to keep his balance with the sheer amount of food he’s carrying as he places a very full tray of meat on the little picnic table next to where Auro is sitting. Cassius is barely phased by Auro’s enormous form now, it wasn’t the boy’s fault he ended up like this. That he believed wholeheartedly, no matter what disgruntled townsfolk say. Cassius serves himself some meat and oven-roasted vegetables, before pushing the rest of the enormous tray to Auro, a routine that both of them know very well. But most unusually, Auro doesn’t even look at the food, a thousand yard stare frozen into his face as his brows furrow, pushing the tray back to Cassius.

“Auro? What’s wrong?”

Cassius’ dinner now lay abandoned on the picnic table as the old man leapt to his feet and approached the giant, running a gentle hand down the side of Auro’s thigh as he walked around to the front. Auro’s gaze flickered down for a brief moment before looking away, eyes deader than before, face sunken and void of emotion.

“Cass.” Auro said, his voice booming.

“Yes?”

Auro bows his head before diverting his dead-eyed stare back to Cassius, taking in a breath.

“Why do you do this?”

Cassius tilts his head.

“Do what?” he asks, a little confused.

“You know...all this. You give me free food. A place to sleep. I can do all of this on my own, you know. I don’t need your help.”

Cassius’ brows raise. He knows better than to automatically assume Auro is being ungrateful. 

“What? You know why I do this. Because I love you; you are my son and I care about you. Do you take me to be the type to leave someone to suffer?”

“Maybe I wasn’t suffering.” Auro snaps back.

Cassius takes a step back, crossing his arms.

“Let me head upstairs so we can talk face to face like adults.”

He briskly walks to the picnic table and collects all the food, putting it on the kitchen counter for the time being. Cassius soon emerges from the balcony of the master bedroom, Auro standing up to meet him despite still having to crouch a little bit to meet eye to eye.

“Auro,” Cassius begins, “what is this about.”

The giant’s shoulders tense, his face contorting into a scowl as his temper begins to flare.

“I’m just...I’m sick of being an inconvenience.” Auro answers, “You make me all this good food and built an entire goddamn fucking barn for me to sleep in and for what? This does nothing but make more problems, you have more to do around here now. You don’t just have one human mouth to feed, you gotta make a fucking army’s worth of grub for one person! And let’s not forget everyone who I’ve had to steal from otherwise I’d DIE otherwise.”

He begins to raise his voice, losing his composure.

“I feel pathetic! I can’t even fend for myself. Everyone I have met has showered me with life’s most basic necessities; things that I should be able to get on my own. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be babied. I know I’m an overgrown freak of fucking nature now but I still have my fucking DIGNITY! How am I supposed to survive if I can’t even rely on myself to stay alive...”

“Auro.”

“DON’T AURO ME. LISTEN TO ME.”

“No, Auro. Listen to me.”

A little taken aback at Cass’ sudden change of tone, Auro begins pacing back and forth, the wind from his movements rustling Cassius’ hair a little as the old man covers his ears slightly at Auro’s raised voice. But Auro doesn’t notice, too wrapped up in his own overflowing emotions to even look at Cassius properly. But Cassius doesn’t look away, not even for a second. Auro’s frustration tugged strongly on Cassius’ heartstrings; this definitely wasn’t a case of him being bratty. 

“You can ignore my words all you like, but the truth cannot be denied forever. Do you know why people give you all these things? Do you know why people willingly part with these necessities to help their fellow man?”

Auro turns back to Cassius, his expression twisting with guilt as he sees Cassius remove his hands from his ears.

“No but please, enlighten me.”

“Because we want to.”

“WHAT KIND OF A REASON IS THAT.”

Cassius’ hands swiftly cover his ears again.

“A perfectly valid and believable one.”

“WHAT GOOD IS HELP IF ALL IT’S DOING IS SOFTENING ME AND MAKING ME RELY ON OTHERS FOR MY OWN WELL BEING?! DON’T YOU GET IT?!”

In a fit of rage, Auro’s hands grip the roof with a mighty thump, dislodging the dust on the balcony ceiling as it lands on Cassius’ bun. The man cowers a little at the thump, expecting the roof to cave in.

“Auro, please--”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

The only thing Cassius hears is the sound of Auro’s heavy breathing, the giant beginning to hyperventilate, unsure how to handle what he’s kept pent up for so long now finally bursting at the seams. Auro hunches over the balcony, blocking out those last few rays of sunlight as it plunges Cassius into darkness, eclipsed by Auro’s torso. Cassius crouches down, hands above his head, Auro too worked up to truly take note.

“IF PEOPLE WANTED TO HELP ME, THEY WOULD HAVE HELPED ME BACK WHEN I ACTUALLY FUCKING NEEDED IT. WHY WAIT ALL THIS TIME? WHY WAIT UNTIL I CAN LITERALLY NEVER FUNCTION IN A HUMAN SOCIETY EVER AGAIN?!” Auro cries, rearing his foot back.

“I don’t know Auro, I don’t--”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU HELPING ME NOW? I’LL NEVER LEARN IF I DON’T--”

A splintering crunch brought silence to the pair, Auro waking up from his blind anger looking down to the ground. He lifts up his foot, finding the picnic table utterly destroyed. He glances back to Cassius, still cowering as Auro takes another step back, letting light back onto the balcony.

“Cass...I…” he mumbled, barely able to speak behind choking sobs.

Cassius cautiously rises to his feet, peering over the balcony to look at the destruction. His gaze is interrupted by the sound of a hiccup, eyes darting to Auro, eyes teary and face contorted in grief. The man sighs, all fear he once had melting away as he feels a wash of relief seeing Auro calm down once again. Auro covers his face, shoulders heaving.

“I’m sorry, Cass…”

Cass smiles gently.

“Come here.”

Auro approaches the balcony once again, peering at Cassius through a space in his fingers. He wipes away his tears, crouching down to meet Cassius face to face again as his eyes glisten once again, barely able to look at the man. Cassius reaches up and wipes a tear away from the corner of Auro’s eye, the man’s hand and sleeve utterly soaked.

“Do you know why we help you? Because we love you. Because humans are a social species. You and I, we are not meant to live alone. We are meant to connect with one another, to communicate with one another...to form incredible relationships and be a part of the wondrously wide network that is the human race. Humans help each other for a myriad of reasons. For me? It’s because you are a son to me. You are my son, and there is nothing more important to me than family.”

Cassius runs his hand down Auro’s cheek, Auro too ashamed to look at him.

“Helping people does not always mean they are too pitiful or lazy to get what they need themselves. Sometimes it simply means that people love and care for you so much, that they are willing to part with what they have for the wellbeing and happiness of somebody else. Don’t you see? People love you so dearly, that they are willing to part with everything they have for your sake. You are not the easiest person to care for, I admit, but seeing you thrive, recover and grow brings me so much more pleasure and happiness than any amount of material possessions ever could. You make me so proud, Auro Lengdreal, and I love you more than you realise.”

Auro backs away, a few seconds of silence befalling them before he bursts into tears, his weeping filling the air as his hands fall away from his face. Auro sits back on the ground, too exhausted to keep standing up as Cass recognises the cue to rush back downstairs, meeting Auro outside merely a few seconds later. 

He lays on the grass, continuing to weep, as Cassius nestles himself in between Auro’s arms and chest. Auro places a very careful hand on the back of Cassius’ head, resting his fingers on the man’s shoulders. Cassius softly hushes the man, feeling Auro’s body convulse with heavy hearted sobs. Auro gently pushes Cassius into his chest, Cassius allowing himself to sink into the pressure, closing his eyes as he feels Auro’s warmth soothe him. He continues to quietly hush Auro, regardless of whether Auro can hear him or not. Auro begins to speak, Cassius feeling every word rumble through Auro’s chest.

“Cass?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry about the table.”

Cassius laughs, wriggling himself free from Auro’s hand as he meets Auro face to face, giving him a few endearing paps on the cheek.

“Tables can be replaced. Lives cannot. I’ll just get another one.”

Auro sits up again, running a hand through his hair bashfully.

“Yeah...I suppose. And uh, Cass?”

“Yes?”

“...I’m still hungry.”

A cheeky smile brightened up the old man’s face as he turned on his heel.

“As am I. I’ll go heat up the steak again.”

“Mine was medium rare right?”

“Of course. Extra fat on your cuts, correct?”

Auro reached over and gave Cassius’ hair a light ruffle, loosening his bun.

“You know it...dad.”

#tea writing #tea art #father and son

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Prompt #19: Gelid

Strolling casually along the docks that pass for streets in the city-state, the redheaded man makes his way to the Bismark, whistling a sea shanty as he travels. Upon reaching the culinarian's dreamworld, he breaks for the terrace, looking around for the man he's supposed to be meeting. It doesn't take long to find him - the pinstripe shirt is striking enough, but the Ishgardian cloche was a real stand out in Limsa Lominsa.

He waited at a small table for two, glancing up at the gangplank leading into the restaurant. He often felt self-conscious about being out in public, but was doubly so today, a bandaged hand reaching up to tuck more of the cropped, blond hair beneath his cloche. His eyes spotted the eye patch on a man who had entered the terrace, and nods to the mercenary with a tight-lipped smile.

Pausing at the table, he nods to the dead man, smirking a little before taking a seat. Casually, he picks up the second menu, glancing over it while making small talk with the well-dressed man across from him. "Picked a fine day for this," he comments, his voice a little rough, despite the fact he speaks better than most Lominsans. "Sunny skies, nice breeze, comfortable location."

He nods faintly, motioning for the other man to take a seat. The dead man wastes little time with more pretence than necessary, cutting to the chase with the merc across the table from him. "Listen, I need a favour, Saber," he begins, looking out over the water. "I'm sure it's pretty clear there's been a bit of a shift in plans."

"You're blond, and you shouldn't be," he states in a cooling voice. "What in the seven hells are you meaning to pull, Rel?" He takes out a flask, drawing a long sip from the container, eyes focused on the man across the table from him.

"The situations have gone a bit sideways, of course. I'd never pull this if there wasn't something crazy going on," he answers the drinking man, sighing as he looks back to him. "Three suns ago, she was almost killed, and if hadn't been the fearless creature she is, Valera would have possibly died as well." There's a pause as he shakes his head, murmuring, "Lion made a pretty good point to me, afterwards," he states, not expecting the other man to understand, "made me aware that there may not be another chance to set everything right with her."

He takes a moment to sigh broadly, shaking his head in disappointment, before digging into the conversation, his voice chilling further. "Since when did we give two shits about what Valera's thought? That coward's been doing nothing for the kingdom since the incident with the Captain," he complains, a faint growl underscoring his cold voice. "Fuck him. We have our orders - you gotta keep a low profile, and stay the fuck away from your sister. You know she'll try to get you to do the same bullshit she's pulling - and you can't, Rel. I won't allow it."

Although he had hoped the mercenary might warm up to the idea, that hope was dashed as the other man lit into the situation, and then into the Lion himself. He raises his hands at the implied accusations, at the attempt to veto what was about to happen. "Look, I get that you don't appreciate heroes much, if they don't keep at being a hero, but this is serious - I've never even heard of something like the thing that nearly killed her," he retorts at the redhead. "Whether it results in you having to take me out, I am going to go meet her, before it's too late."

"Looking like that? You're actively going to wander around, looking like an even deader man, while she's running around with everyone convinced she's your cousin?" he hissed, icy voice low and mean. "It is going to result in having to do something about you, notably so if it causes some sort of riot within the Empire. I don't want that job, but unlike you, I'll follow the orders given to me."

His bandaged hands lift, motioning in unison at the other man as he tries to alleviate the situation. "Yes, looking like this, Saber. Valera had an idea, one that would send the Garleans into a fit, like you're predicting, but you can't deny that it'll make one hell of a distraction," he explains in a low voice. "Both of us showing up, blond, like our cousins, having tea right under the Empire's noses, then both of us drawing their eyes to the West by being a bit obvious about where we're going. For all the rust that's covering the Lion's axe, he's got a good point."

This rundown gives him pause, and he considers what the dead man is telling him, stroking the five o'clock shadow that seems to be a constant presence on his face. A couple of breaths later, he murmurs, "We certainly could use the distraction. Could get a handful of people over to speak with the high and mighty Lord of Doma while their eyes are averted." The flask is pulled, and he takes two or three more swigs before looking back to the other man, nodding once. "Fine. I'll do what I can to cover for you with our lovely superiors, but don't think that means I won't carry out any orders they send my way over this," he adds, that frostiness returning to his voice.

Bandaged hands raise, pressing together before him as he smiles, ignoring the stern expression the other man is giving him. "That's all I'm asking for, Saber. Just buy me a little bit of time, and I won't try to stop you if they tell you to get rid of me."

#A Moonlit Original #FFXIVwrite2018 #relsar manasse #aike reinder #Dalmascan Resistance

[cherry-interlude]

The Blackest Day - Lana Del Rey Lyric Breakdown

I did at one time interpret this song as being about an actual baby Lana lost but it was so disturbing I was mortified with myself (it wasn't Lana’s intention)

Carry me home, got my blue nail polish on

Lana needs to be carried home, showing she literally is too upset to walk or emotionally needs support; Lana may also be in denial, one of the stages of grief, and wants to be carried by this person; Lana’s “blue nail polish” is symbolic of her sadness

It's my favourite colour and my favourite tone of song

Lana talks about her favourite things to not think about her loss; she likes sad music (“my favourite tone of song”), much like Billie Holiday’s

I don't really wanna break up, we got it going on

Lana doesn’t want to break up with this person so she’s finding it difficult, especially as she thinks everything is fine (“we got it going on”)

It's what you gathered from my talk, but you were wrong

Lana probably said things in arguments that indicated she wanted to break up but she didn’t mean it, yet this person believes it

It's not easy for me to talk about

Lana finds it painful and she’s in a lot of pain

I have heavy heartstrings

This could link to the blue “tone of song”, as strings are used in music and this is a sad song itself; she’s comparing herself to sad music, thus a sad song

I'm not simple, it's trigonometry

Lana is a complicated person, either in general (which is why she sounded like she wanted to break up but didn’t) or in her emotions, as she’s dealing with a lot in this song

It's hard to express

I can't explain

Lana’s sentences get shorter, showing she’s finding it more difficult to articulate her feelings and how she feels

Ever since my baby went away

Lana still calls them “[her] baby”, showing she cares for them a lot and hasn’t let them go yet

It's been the blackest day, it's been the blackest day

Black is the colour of death and mourning and the entire day is mournful for her, so she sees things negatively; the night is usually black so it’s like the sun hasn’t come up for her

All I hear is Billie Holiday

Billie Holiday, one of Lana’s favourite singers, sang sad songs and Lana can’t register any happy music because it doesn’t relate to her

It's all that I play

Lana doesn’t put any other music on (see above)

It's all that I play

Because I'm going deeper and deeper

Lana is going deeper into her depression, or her feelings of love are still growing, which is why she doesn’t try to change listening to Billie Holiday or any of her other depressed hobbies

Harder and harder

Lana is feeling the pain (or love) even harder; it’s a metaphor for when people compare shock as being hit by a train - she can feel an impact and it keeps hitting her harder

Getting darker and darker

Lana’s “blackest day” is getting darker, so she’s getting further away from the light or happiness; Lana won’t be able to be happy yet as she’s still stuck in grieving

Looking for love

In all the wrong places

Lana fails to find a sustainable relationship or a partner that will make her happy; she picks the wrong people (as the people she goes for in her music don’t always seem ideal)

Oh my God

Lana’s exclamation is almost like a shock, as if she’s in pain, either from feeling like the grief is “harder and harder” and she can physically feel it (which does happen to depressed people) or she is surprised by the realisation that she is “looking for love in all the wrong places” or that she is “on [her] own”

In all the wrong places

Oh my God

Carry me home, got my new car and my gun

Lana’s “new car” may be something she bought because she wants to fill the void by buying herself things, or she wants to remove the memories of this person associated with her old car (she references cars in her music which could link to this); this could also be her trying to almost bargain (as people in grief do), so by getting a “new car” she is trying to impress the person who left her and get him to come back; Lana’s gun may either be that she is suicidal or that she wants to bargain with the person who left her, with threats; it’s a link to her ‘bad girl’ persona which has come back to her now this person has left her

Wind in my hair, holding your hand, listen to a song

Lana is still in denial, wanting to hold this person’s hand and listen to the music in the car like she used to; she could also be imagining that that’s what’s happening in the “new car” because she’s isolated (part of grief)

Carry me home, don't wanna talk about the things to come

Lana’s denial is keeping her from accepting what’s going to happen with her and this person, and she doesn’t want to talk about it or the future because she doesn’t want it to be true

Just put your hands up in the air, the radio on

Lana is either telling herself or this person to dance and ignore what is going on

'Cause there's nothing for us to talk about

Since they are no longer together there’s nothing left to say, so Lana has nothing else to cling on to to expand the time they have together

Like the future and those things

Lana knows they can’t talk about the future together any more, and she uses “those things” because she doesn’t want to go into the specifics of what their future once held as it’s too painful

'Cause there's nothing for me to think about

Lana has nothing left to look forward to or want

Now that he's gone, I can't feel nothing

Lana’s emotions have gone now that the most important thing to her has gone, so she feels no happiness or love

CHORUS

You should've known better

Lana is beginning to get into the angry stage of grief; she seems to be speaking to herself or about herself, though she may be referencing herself to this person

Than to have, to let her

Get you under her spell of the weather

Lana is angry that her “spell of the weather” (her bad moods and indication that the relationship wasn’t working, as indicated in the first verse) “got” either herself or him and resulted in parting

I got you where I want you

Lana either has got herself where she wants, meaning she is confronting herself for causing all the problems; she could also mean the person who left her, as she is twisting her depression to making out it’s his fault and she wanted him to leave her anyway (in further denial)

You're deader than ever

Lana either considers herself dead or the person who left her dead to her

And falling for forever

Lana either is “falling for forever” and failing to land out of her depression and ground herself or the person is “falling”, as a continuation to the fact that he is “deader than ever” (falling into death)

I'm playing head games with you

Lana is most likely referring to “playing head games” with the person who left her, still pretending to herself that she wanted to end it on purpose and ignore the fact she didn’t mean or want to

Got you where I want you

I got you, I got you

Lana repeats that she’s “got [him]” but it may be that she’s trying to convince herself it was done on purpose and she was just “playing head games”; it could also be that she’s starting to get confused with this idea and believes she’s still “got [him]” as her other half, which is part of her denial; Lana could also be saying she has tricked herself again or she is finally confronting herself for what she has done and she almost deserves the pain she feels for it

I got you where I want you now

Ever since my baby went away

It's been the blackest day, it's been the blackest day

All I hear is Billie Holiday

It's all that I play

It's all that I play

It's not one of those phases I'm going through

Lana knows this isn’t just one of her ‘sad phases’ (people may believe she’s singing this song because she likes the sad and depressing tone of music, and has done it before so is just enjoying the miserable song) as she truly is expressing her emotions

Or just a song, it's not one of them

Lana knows this song is her actual feelings and she wants to be taken seriously with how she feels

I'm on my own

Lana repeats this phrase most likely because she can’t believe it or she’s trying to accept it

On my own

On my own again

This isn’t the first time Lana has lost someone

I'm on my own again

I'm on my own again

I'm on my own again

I'm on my own again

I like requests

#lana del rey #lana del rey song #lana del rey lyrics #the blackest day #honeymoon #lyric breakdown

[total-metamorphosis]

Prompt for ToS :) Jailor is having a bad night and decides to make some weed brownies. Invest comes over. Go to town.

If you thought this was going to be funny you’re wrong.

NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO BE HAPPY IN MY WORLD

(especially not me apparently)

They bolt upright in a matter of seconds with a scream barely caught between their lungs and throat. The whole room is dark despite their wide eyes, and their hands are grabbing at their head to try and right themselves, to see anything - and it’s just the bedroom, their bedroom with Julianna sleeping next to them, and Alexei can barely believe it. It’d been so real. They thought they could feel the concrete beneath their cracked knuckles and the blood thick on their face again. It was like they were ripping the life from him all over again.

Alexei wipes at their forehead as they release the breath they’d been holding. They look to the window. It’s still nighttime, and the town outside sounds quiet, quiet enough for it to be an eventless night. Certainly the mafia hadn’t been doing anything. The Godfather had given them the night off, following a week of heavy hits and the new Witch joining their ranks out of nowhere.

Next to them, they look and see Julianna stirring, only to go still with a slight snore. They can’t make themselves smile, but Alexei does reach down and brush the hair out of Julianna’s face, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

They love her, they do - but they can’t sleep. And if they can’t sleep, then they shouldn’t wake her.

It was a good thing Nikita is spending the night with his girlfriend, or he’s sure he’d be having a fit. After all, they’d left the kitchen an absolute mess - flour everywhere, cocoa powder dusting over their arms, bowls and spoons and whisks covered in batter laying about the floor and the sink and the dining table. And then there’s Alexei - bust pressed against the kitchen counter and straining against the narrow confines of their apron, otherwise topless. Their eyes are sad, looking out into the nighttime, with a blunt held between their lips. And in the oven, lit from the inside, there’s something like four or five pans of baking brownies.

Miroslav reaches up and rubs the tiredness from his eyes. He wishes he was wearing a shirt, if only to throw at their indecency; Alexei always was an exhibitionist in the kitchen, though at least they wore jeans for once. More than that, though, he wishes that the timing had been better - better to know they were there than wake to the sound of metal clanging against stainless steel.

He sighs.

“Alexei, why are you in my house?”

Slim fingers reach up and pluck the blunt from their mouth. Pretty lips pout as they blow out smoke. Alexei tilts their head, moonlight catch their eyes as they speak.

“Simple: I broke in.”

Miroslav rolls his eyes. “I mean,” he says, “Why are you in my house, instead of yours?”

“I didn’t want to wake Julianna. She … she hasn’t been sleeping well and I finally saw her sleeping soundly. Figured I wouldn’t interrupt it.”

“Isn’t her house massive or something? Couldn’t you have used your kitchen?”

“The scent of weed would’ve woken her up.”

That’s a lie. It’s strong standing here in the kitchen, but Miroslav certainly hadn’t smelled it from his room, and he was just down the fucking hall. “What’s the truth, Alexei?” he pauses. “Or,” he asks, “Was it another nightmare?”

They don’t say anything. Instead, they look down, and stare at the blunt twirling between their fingers. Miroslav sighs again and finally walks over. He leans against the counter with his back to it, and looks at them as softly as he can manage.

“Is it Seth?”

A part of them seems to go slack, and they reach up with their free hand and start running through their hair. “I- yeah. Just- I should’ve stopped dreaming about him ages ago. It’s been a year and a half, or something. But it doesn’t fucking stop. I’m still dreaming about him. Still getting- visions. It’s terrifying. And it’s worse knowing that I … that I was so broken that I actually killed him.”

This was new. Miroslav raises a brow. “You did? I thought Julianna-”

“She’d shot him to just … end it quicker, or something. Or else fool my delirious brain. I’m not sure, but he was deader than dead by the time I finished with him. He’d just … deprived me of sleep for weeks. And then he made me kill the bodyguard and got the whole town against me, and tried to take my guns-”

“-and you snapped.”

“What a great way to put it,” they reply dryly as they snuff out the end of their blunt on the stainless steel of the sink. “But yes. I snapped. I was fucking delirious, Miroslav. I thought I was being pulled down to hell. I’d never experienced that level of psychosis.”

“Can’t imagine it’s a great time,” Miroslav agrees. “Though you smoke enough that I begin to wonder.”

They snort - something close to a laugh, he hopes. Alexei elbows him in the side and finally says, “Yeah, well, the weed’s to help the PTSD, not cause more psychosis. Though, the high certainly helps, too.”

There’s a ding, and Miroslav looks over to the oven. The timer had gone off; it was shutting down, the heat automatically reset. He sighs and places a careful hand on Alexei’s shoulder. They don’t push him off. He’s glad for that.

“You should get some rest, Alexei,” he says. “You know it’ll help.”

“I don’t want to go back there and sleep,” they mumble. “Not when- when she’s-”

“Then sleep here,” he says. Then he adds, “Nikita’s out for the night and I’ve got the house to myself. We let the brownies cool in the oven and we’ll pack them up in the morning. How’s that sound? Been a while since we shared a bed.”

They’re silent at that, for a moment. He wonders, for a moment, if they’re trying to push off tears; there seems to be a glossiness to his green eyes that he hadn’t seen before, pale rivulets that barely reflected the light as much as their pale cheeks. But before he can ask more, they’re sighing, and pushing themselves off the counter. It isn’t long before they’re pulling him closer, pressing him against their body, and yes, their bust is bare, but- he lets it happen. Lets it, and even wraps his arms around them in turn.

“… yeah. I’d like that,” they say. Then, quieter: “Thank you, Miroslav. I … barely know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d cook in your own damn house,” he says. “But still. Don’t mention it. One of us has to be strong here - just so happens that I get to play pillar for you this time. You’ll return the favor,” he says softly. “You’ll return it whenever I need. I trust in that.”

#town of salem #my writing #tw abuse #tw death #tw weed #tw drugs #dank weed #fanfiction #alexei #miroslav