I can't keep away!
Update! The girlfriend rumour is utter shite. It was reported on here by some wise learned person that Miles was with a brunette whilst watching AM. He is with his band.
And also, last night I actually sat through footage of all the songs from Tuesday and bloody hell, I feel sorry to anyone to the left of the stage. Alex couldn't stop looking at Miles...singing to Miles...gesturing at Miles. It was almost as pathetic as Matt when Amanda is side stage, except Miles is gorgeous and talented and worthy of admiration...and Amanda.....moving on....
Still don't think tonight will bring much but it was certainly nice watching Alex acting all giddy around Miles again.
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1/ When I was reading the barbarian obey me au I liked to imagine that reader and the brothers spoke different languages (cause the barabrians are nomandic and most likely come from a different language region), so while they may know some words thanks to proximity, they don't know enough to communicate properly... so imagine reader trying to calm mammon down after getting injured and helping him, and then he comes back with a gift which reader assumes is cause he is grateful, but turns out that
2/ ... that was a courting gift they accepted. And Mammon will try to convey that they have a 'relationship' now, but reader takes that as him saying they are friends while he thinks they are engaged. Also, reader prob still plays with the brothers, cause kids can play with each other even when they don't know what they hell anyone is saying, but the brothers are prob saying more disturbing stuff and playing 'pillaging' games while reader is clueless. And then one day the brothers come back and
3/ ... just go: you should have been expecting us, since you promised we would get married, and reader is all like ??? Plus, it opens the possibility that the brothers burned down the village because reader got betrothed to someone else, maybe from a different village even, so they see it as them breaking their promise... ah, the joys of miscommunication 😌 there is just so much potential!
you didn’t want to be rude and just not accept the well-crafted bracelet sat in the young boy’s palms, as he and his brothers looked on at you in a mixture of excitement, pleading, and worry.
and it’s not as though you understood what was meant by the few foreign words that slipped past the black haired boy’s tongue, as the gift was pushed towards you.
you were all young, and as a child you didn’t understand the promise you had made as soon as you took the present into your own hands, a wide toothy smile on your face as you thanked them happily.
it’s not as though they understood your words at the time, but your acceptance was clear and their joy reflected your own.
you had no idea that they were so cheerful for other reasons than having made what you thought yourself as; a friend.
the childishly innocent games you played started to become less childish and less innocent as you grew.
tag became chase. chase became hide-and- seek. hide and seek became hunting.
and every time, you were always the prey.
you never noticed the sinister feel to your friends, laughing as you were caught and giggling at the taunts they shouted whilst trying to find you.
your village noticed, though.
they could feel the pure animosity, the hate that all but radiated from the young boys, especially when you would be called away from them for whatever reason.
they were relived to finally have found a way to make them leave. your parents felt slightly guilty by your tears, but over time you forgot your short-lived friends.
but they did not forget about you.
as you grow older you swear the feeling of eyes watching you increases by the day. even as an adult you can’t help but leave a candle on in your room before bed, hoping to catch that large, looming shadow you always sense in the corner of your room.
maybe it’s the fact you are an adult. maybe it’s because they wanted you to find someone who would make you feel safe.
whatever the reason, you aren’t happy about your parents pushing you into a marriage with a man you’ve never met, a man not even from your village.
but, from the increasing intensity and heat of the eyes following your form, as well as the looming shadow in your room feeling even larger, you’re not sure if the wedding will even happen in the first place. you’re not even sure if there’ll even be a place to have a wedding;
not if your dreams of ash, fire and fury turn out to be truthful.
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