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reddogf13 · 5 years

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Deal with the devil ch 6

Pennywise x Beverly

summery: Beverly, for barely a year had been suffering a terminal illness. one night after accepting her fate of oncoming death she gets the sudden urge to return to Derry. returning back after being gone for 11 years she comes face to face with IT. offering a disturbing deal of a lifetime.

"carry my eggs, and I'll fix you back to perfect health."

Will she commit to a deal with the devil?

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language and gore, sex scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

previous chap: Deal with the Devil ch 5

next chap: Deal with the Devil ch 7

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~ch:6 Lion tamer~

Hearing them squeak and chirp in the mini den. She thought over how the one in her hand reacted so pleasantly toward her. Heading over to take hold of the threaded cocoon holding the mini fluff balls. Carefully turning it onto its side to set the little spiderlings free. They stumbled out to swarm around her feet. Chirping up at her for them to get attention. She uncurled the one wrapped around her hand to set it down by the others. The little thing squeaking in protest as it was forced to get down. Watching them chirp for a moment before stepping over them. Walking back and forth to unpack her things while closely being followed by the swarm across the room.

Looking down at them every so often to chuckle at the sight. A herd of cotton tapping across the floor to chirp up at her wherever she stopped. Finished unpacking her things she sat on the floor to allow them closer. It didn't take long for them all to settle into her lap. Hearing them all purr in their pile resting in her lap. Petting each of them to feel through their soft fluff.

“what to do with all of you?” thinking on how she was to keep these little world eaters from doing as little world eating as possible. Not enough time had passed to tell yet, but it seemed regular meats were okay. “maybe you can eat other things?” wanting to test out her theory she stood back up to head for the kitchen. Chuckling at the protested squeaking of her moving again. allowing them to follow downstairs keeping a close eye on all of them. Wasn't hard as they wanted to follow her everywhere without straying from her path.

Seeing them figure out how to go down stairs was entertaining. They all shuffled around at the top of the stairs while she waited at the bottom. “you'll have to figure out the stairs sometime.” answering their protesting chirps down to her. One by one they took each step at a time the whole way down. Chirping after her into the kitchen where the smell of food had them exploring the room a bit more. Right when she opened the fridge door to fetch some experimental offerings the hatchlings were quick to try and squeeze by.

“no!” she blocked them from getting into the fridge. Picking a few up to set them away and the rest she scooted them back before closing the door. Working quickly to grab a small box of various food to come back out. Counting the hatchlings to be sure all of them were there in the kitchen and not having gotten into trouble somewhere. The smell of food out in the open having them chirp excitedly around her for food.

Sitting at the kitchen table she looked over what to choose first. Having a can of sardines, strawberries, carrots, corn, and a mini bag of chocolate donuts. Her expectations for the vegetables and fruit being pretty low on their taste buds. Hoping however they may like something more than meat just as how Pennywise did on either sweet or junk food. Although there was also the snag on if they could live on a separate diet. What if it didn't work as he said? The thought of Pennywise hunting twice as many town folks to feed all 20 of these growing cotton balls causing a stabbing pain in her chest. Begging up to anyone listening in the sky, maybe even the other, that they could eat at least one different food item other than humans.

“fish would be good for you all. It's practically everywhere and easier to hide then full grown cows being plucked off farms.” cracking open the thin tins of lined fish. Tossing one onto the white tiled floor into the swarm. The little bit of meat gobbled up in seconds by the happy fuzz balls.

“fish, turkey, beef, guess any regular meats will work for you. Let's try some really sweet fruit.” picking up a few strawberries much too small to feed all of them. Taking caution on their stomachs possibly getting upset on food considered inedible after being gulped down. Setting a few down on a tile that was attacked to pieces. They tried mauling it like the past meats only to squish the fruit apart. Covering a few of them in red juice stains off the red liquid spraying out. “definitely messy eaters.” thinking how they looked more bloody tearing apart fruit then over all the meat they shredded.

Moving on to the plastic pack of baby carrots. Dropping a few that were attacked just as fast. Only this time the reactions of the hatchlings was mixed. Some spat out the chunk right after taking a bite. While others chewed to a stop before dropping the mush back onto the floor. Staring confused at the orange stuff they first thought as food. Gazing up at Beverly for something else to be given.

“don't like carrots?” showing them how she can eat them. Receiving only confused stares between her and the orange sticks. Laughing at them fluffing up in angry refusal at the sticks they spat out everywhere. “thought you wouldn't. I don't think you'll like corn either.” popping open a can to drain water out by the sink. Scooping out a spoonful to plop down into the swarm to try. The hatchlings having even more mixed opinions on the sweet corn. Some actually ate the pieces while others treated it the same as the carrots. Spat out yellow piles all over the floor.

“hmm.” humming at their reactions. “why like the corn?” eating a spoonful herself to try it. “it's really sweet compared to most vegetables.” wanting to test further using other sweeter foods. Tossing down more strawberries to distract them from the fridge. Returning to the kitchen table with sweet potatoes, yams, and red onions to cook. Throwing the yams in the oven for baking. Turning the sweet potatoes into an easy mash to swallow down. And the onions she cooked on the stove to caramelize into a sweeter state.

Taking note how the hatchlings were super interested in the oven. Attracted to it most where the warmth was leaking out a small bottom vent. Crowding around it to soak the heat into their fur the entire time the food was cooking. Protesting again when shooed away for the oven to open. The smell of more food attracting a chorus of cheeps toward Beverly setting up the meal.

“what are you making?” Pennywise appeared in the kitchen. Surprised to find Beverly allowing the hatchlings to surround her down in the kitchen.

“food … for them.” awkwardly answering at seeing him scrunch up at the offerings prepared.

“onions and mashed potatoes?”

“iiiits an experiment.” smiling sheepishly under the now glaring clown. Experimenting on their children wasn't exactly the best way of putting it. “I am trying to see if they can eat anything else. Meats they're all fine with. Strawberry they handled fine too as well as sweet corn, but not the carrots. I want to see if they'll take vegetables if they're really sweet.”

“is that blood on them?” pointing to the ones coated the most in strawberry juice stains.

“no, that's fruit juice. They can be messy eaters.” scooping all the food onto one large platter plate. “where have you been? You went hunting a lot longer than usual.”

“it's the dropping whether driving everyone inside. Its a lot harder to snag someone then during the summer months involving the fair. When it snows I can hardly find anyone out and about.” crouching down to play with the hatchlings now begging him for food. “will you be leaving after feeding them?” his tone grim at knowing her packing before he left that morning.

“no. I feel better than I was this morning. Figuring things out has helped me take everything in more smoothly.”

“you'll be staying to raise them with me?”

“yes, but I remind you not to feed them people while we do. Unless it turns out we have no choice. Which so far isn't the case. I want my kids to not be raised on a man eater diet.”

“but humans good for them. It has lots of energy in the meat for them.”

“so does beef.” glaring at him with a hiss. “besides, they're half human and I am sure it would be cannibalism at this point.” taking up the plate of vegetables. Followed by the chirping hatchlings waiting for her to drop it. As soon as the plate was set down they dug right into the mashed sweet potatoes. Making a mess everywhere as they practically swam in the mush pile. Slices of sweetened onion rings tossed around as if it were squirming prey needing to be killed first. Swallowed down like flip flopping worms hard to keep a hold of. The sliced yams ran off with to be devoured away from siblings fighting over the chunks.

Beverly sat chuckling over the wild show of food fighting. The white clean floor covered in all sorts of smeared food afterwards. The plate licked clean by their blue tongues flicking out to slurp up any remains. The mashed sweet potatoes being a big favorite out of everything. Onions a close second with yams being a 50/50 among the group.

“we'll work on the table manners later.” brushing off globs of food from some of them. Their messy eating causing them to be sticky after covering themselves in fruit juice or mashed potatoes in their fur.

“they eat very well.” the clown pridefully talking about his spawn devouring all in their path.

“they all need a bath before their fur is matted with mold.” sweeping up a lot of the food mess into the trash. “wipe up the last of the gunk while I go clean the gunk off them.” handing a mop to him as she scooped up the baby fluffs into a box. Carrying them into the bathroom to trap them inside while starting a low bath of warm water. Seeing them act quite curious over the flowing water rather than afraid. Stopping the water to set them down in the shallow bath.

Smiling at them prancing around in the splashing water. Dunking down to shake the water off as birds would when bathing. Swimming as much as they could in the small amount of water. When it came time to scrub their fur out they hissed at Beverly. Snapping at the scrubbing brush going over them. Pulling the brush away when they bit into it refusing to let go. Fearing their turn against the evil brush they tried escaping the bath. Failing by their mother grabbing them from the bath edge. To calm them down, she brought a toy into the bath. A floating yellow duck that caused them to freak out even more. Confused by this strange creature entering their small space.

She only found it entertaining to watch them hiss toward the duck. Puffing up in arching backs to act more intimidating. To show them it was harmless she pushed it down into the water. Moving it around a bit until they stopped puffing up against it. Seeing them still far too afraid to approach she squeezed it to let out a squeak. Suddenly this yellow duck menace was one of them, receiving many squeaks back at it in reply. The heard of cotton surrounding it to hear another squeak. Turning confused when none came they looked to their mother. Who squeezed the duck for them to get another happy squeak from the toy.

Smiling at her children happily playing with the duck. Them all pushing it back and forth in rounds about the tub. While she would scoop one up to scrub their fur clean.

Pennywise coming in to sit by the tub to join in on the fun. Swirling the water around with a hand to keep the duck moving ahead of the hunting hatchlings following it. “can I get scrubbed next?” teasing Beverly who splashed him after the questions.

“maybe when the kids are asleep we can take a bath next.” smirking to him as she scrubbed off the last hatchling. Exciting him with a reply he didn't expect to come from her.

Letting the hatchlings swim around with the duck a little longer. Letting the water drain to start blow drying them off. Picking up one to dry them off into large poofy fluff balls nicely cleaned. Appearing even more like living cotton balls chasing each other around. Some hiding under the towels to pounce on their siblings in surprise attacks. Moving to attack their parents legs or their fathers teasing hand waving in front of them.

Him chuckling over the learning babies already up to hunt small prey. “they should hunt something.” Beverly expression dropping its smile.

When they grew up they could need to hunt to survive. Hopefully not humans, that, she would be sure to avoid them doing at all cost. “like what?” stopping her drying of one chirping baby.

“... rats?” his silence having him think over his original answer based off what Beverly would think.

“we're not letting them hunt diseased sewer rats.” picking up another one to dry.

“what about rats from the pet store? I've seen humans feed those to snakes.”

“hmm, maybe. We should start them with something smaller. Mice or feeder fish would be better. They really like swimming in water.” thinking about them learning to live in lakes or even the ocean. Hunting fish in deep dark bodies of water easy for them to hide away from humanity. That was also based on if they even stayed on earth after growing up. “... what happens if they grow up and leave?”

“they'd search for new territory outside of Derry.” speaking fondly at the thought of successfully raising their clutch.

“I mean, if they leave earth.” the realization of that having him drop his enthusiasm. Silence from him as he thought over her question.

“then that's how it will be. We will have raised them successfully either way.” his smile shakily returning.

Her thoughts not so sure of that. “hopefully.” thinking as she dried off the last. Opening the bathroom door to let them flee from their bathroom prison. Stopping not far down the hall for their mother to catch up. Opening the door to let them back into the bedroom. Resting on the floor ready to sleep after a heavy meal then running all their energy off. Beverly picked them up to set them in their threaded crib for a rest. Making sure they rested comfortably with each other after counting that all were there.

“is it my turn now?” smiling behind her.

About to say yes if it weren't for her empty stomach demanding attention first. “feed me first, then maybe it will.” smiling back in passing to downstairs. Feeling his presence zoom by to reach the kitchen before her.

“what would you like?” asking excitedly when she entered.

“hm, how about a seafood dinner?” sitting at the kitchen counter. It didn't take him long to get started on a pot filled with shrimp, muscles, clams, mixed in a seasoned rice. Presenting the hot seafood beautifully placed in a spiral pattern of the layers. The seafood placed to cover the bedding of rice across the place. Sitting next to her as she ate the wonderful meal. Attempting to share with him being refused, surely because he had something else filling his mind.

“when we go up to bathe, what will you be expecting?” teasing him while biting into a succulent buttery shrimp.

“to be scrubbed.” he joked.

“oh, then you don't need me then.” finishing off her shrimp. Laughing at his expression of disappointment as if she were serious. Kissing him quickly on the cheek uplifting him back. Chuckling when he pulled her into a hug. Licking his long tongue affectionately across her neck. “you know, since you topped me the first time, I get to top you this time.” playfully pressing his face away. He whined with a light nip of her hand. Beverly barely finishing her plate when he picked her up to carry her up the stairs.

Hugging her close for further licks to nips at her neck. Needing her to slip away so she could get the bath running. Kissing him back through his more intimate tongue going over her chest. Stopping him to point at the tub with a sly smile. “you get in so I can get on top.” hearing a purring growl from his chest as he obeyed. Setting himself down, still fully clothed, in the tub. Most his legs not fitting within the small space needing to hang over the edge. The sight entertaining Beverly, who teasingly stripped down in front of him. Stepping into the tub to straddle him, her chest resting against his.

Lightly raking her wet hand through his hair to slick it back. Feeling him purr under the petting treatment. His gloved hands feeling up along her back to hug her close.

“now, what were you expecting?” rubbing her hips down on his. Feeling something hard twitch between her legs. “you better not say scrubbing.” tugging on his ruffled collar.

“mating, with you.” voice sounding rough through his deep purr.

“before we start, you have trouble making eggs in this form, right?” Beverly not being so keen on a second pregnancy so soon.

The clown nodding quickly up to her. “yes, no eggs, promise.” smiling widely.

“good.” reaching down a hand to slip his pants down just enough. Shivering at the squirming organ brushing across her thighs. Reaching to grab the base of him pulling a moaning purr from him. A frustrated growl shortly following as she held the twitching organ from what it wanted most. Rubbing against the base of the organ worming between her tightened thighs. Its slickness shedding off under the warm water disallowing it to break free of her grasp.

The teasing she was causing him being enjoyable up until he started changing. The squirming organ stretching to a long length wrapping itself around her arm at first. Then when it got big enough it spread to coil up around her hip like a snake. Willing to wrap around her if it weren't for her wrestling to control it in both arms. Bold enough to continuing her teasing despite the shifting Pennywise was fighting through.

Body cracking to stretch himself to be bigger. Leaning over her drooling uncontrollably through heated panting. It was when his chest split open for more tendrils to grab onto her that she was afraid her teasing went too far. The light bulb in the bathroom popping under a guttural growl so deep she felt the vibration through her chest.

“p-pen.” nervously speaking his name in the darkened room. Their forms highlighted by the setting sunlight reflecting down through the window. His eyes glowing golden yellow staring down at her.

He heavily swallowed a mouthful of drool by his name called. The tendrils wrapped tight around her going limp to slip under the water. The organ frenziedly working to escape her grasp falling limp in her hands. Panting hot heavy breaths down onto her through growling jaws of now jagged teeth. Accepting that her teasing had run its course she took a gentle hold of his end. Spine shivering at the feeling of it pulsing in her grip. Gently rubbing it down to its goal, still keeping a firm grip in case he got way too excited when rushing in.

the long organ sliding right in to rub along her walls. Pulling a moan from her that loosened her grip on the rest of the organ carefully coiling deeper. Clawed hands gripping onto her hips to hold her firmly down for the ride. A long hot tongue licking up her chest to around her neck. Pulling her nervously close to the large jaws of razor sharp teeth. Feeling them enclose around her throat to pass over her shoulder as well on their abnormal length. Tongue tasting all around her throat to across her chest. She couldn't see much of how he looked now in the darkening room. Only entrusting him not to harm her in his lusting state over her. Rutting deep into her pulling further moans that encouraged him on.

“i-is my stud enjoying me?” her skin chilling between each large hot tongue lick over her repeating in cycles. Honestly not expecting him to answer in this state, but he did.

“I am breeding you full for the week.” his voice deeply purred crossing into a growl. Clamping his jaws back around her neck to lick against her skin. Sucking on her to swallow mouthfuls of drool collecting on her skin. Claws digging into her for a far deeper thrust developing. The setting being chilling to Beverly in the literal jaws of the beast rutting into her. Yet it was also a thrilling ride on the gentle tendril taking its time to prod at every sweet spot she had in her. Hands gripping tightly into the fabric of his suit within her reach.

Her body unable to take much more tensed around him. That thick warmth filling her deepest space. Despite that he wasn't stopping after that first burst. On the path to doing exactly what he said he would. No sensation of eggs, just like he promised before they started. Keeping Beverly completely excited for the full ride he had planned.

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dw-writes · 4 years

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Rococo Vampires

Hey, so I wanted to share some of my favorite scenes from the Rococo Vampire story I’m working on!! These are far from all of them, but some of the stand out ones :D So, I hope that you guys enjoy them! Let me know what you think~

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Henri lowered himself into the seat across from you, turning the tea cup around in the saucer as he leaned back in the seat. You watched him as you sipped your drink, wondering if he would consume it or continue to play with it.

“We could have gone to the coffee house,” you said, “Or taken this out in the garden.”

“And squander the peace and quiet of this beautiful room?” he asked, sweeping his arm around him before settling it across the back of his chair. “Nonsense.” He lifted the cup and, at least, took a polite drink. “And, here, it’s much easier to listen to people eavesdropping.”

“Grand-pere?”

“Who else?” He crossed his legs at the knew and frowned. “The man would have my head on his desk if he could.” You frowned more, and watched Henri glance back at the open doors of the sitting room. “Is he here?” he asked.

“I believe so. I’ve yet to hear of him leaving the house without my mother in his sights.” You continued to drink. “He believes that if she’s left alone, she’s going to do something vile.”

“Odd that we’ve yet to see him.” He smiled, though, and relaxed in his seat. “At least it means he’s found something else to do than watch my every move.”

You shook your head as a small smile wormed across your face. “I don’t understand what you could have done to deserve such treatment,” you teased, “Perhaps it’s your dislike of the tea.”

He eyed you over the cup as he lifted it to his mouth and took a long and obnoxiously loud slurp. “Perhaps it’s the one startling difference between you and I?”

“Your prick?” you suggested. Henri snorted so hard that tea sloshed over the side of the cup. You couldn’t help the grin worming across your face. Your mirth melted into your words, “I suppose that is a difference that would grant the uninterrupted observance from the only male in my family.”

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You stepped back against the painting. Its hinge protested. The man looked up, snarled, dark eyes fixing on you. You felt the air escape your lungs in a slow, cold burst. The painting pushed against your back and the man’s face shifted to look over your shoulder.

“Amélie?” You knew that voice. You whirled around and yanked on the painting frame. The man bolted, almost slipping in the puddle of blood that was left behind. Henri stepped over the threshold. “What happened, what—” His breath caught in his throat. He swallowed slowly.

“There was a man here, just now, he was—I don’t know what he was doing, he was biting her? Drinking from her? Or—or eating her?” You stumbled over your words as you struggled to pull him further into the room. He refused to budge. “Henri—”

“Stop.” His voice shook. It took you two glances to realize the warmth had faded from his face, leaving him ashen and pale. His eyes found yours – they didn’t want to, you hoped they didn’t want to – when he commanded, “Step back.” You did. You released his arm and took two slow steps backwards. Henri, on the other hand, moved forward. His eyes dropped from you to the woman on the lounge. He released the breath he had been holding ever so slowly. Reaching out, he dragged a finger through the pool that had formed in the hollow of her throat, followed what remained of her flawless jawline up until blood dripped from his fingertips and onto her pallid cheeks. The stiff cuff of his jacket was stained with the blood from her chest.

You finally look away when his fingers come up to his mouth.

“We should find a guard,” you whispered.

“Wait.”

“Why should I wait?!” Your voice echoed. Henri half turned to you, his hand once again extended towards the woman’s open throat. You took a step back. “Someone has died in my home and the murderer is free on the grounds and you are eating her blood?” Your voice climbed until it was a shrill, undiscernible mess.

“Because there are certain people to call.” There was a tremble to his voice. “Certain people take care of these things.” He audibly swallowed once again.

You shook your head. You tried to look at him again. Instead, he crossed the room to you and gripped your jaw with his one clean hand, tilting your head up until you stared him in the eye. “You will leave the room, lock the door, and return to the ball.” His voice was soft, but left no room for argument. No, that wasn’t it.

There wasn’t a choice.

His eyes studied your face as the fact sunk in. His cold fingers loosened around your chin. “I’ll tell you everything—”

“You have to.” Your eyes searched his. You refused to leave him with a choice, either.

Your heels alternated with the dripping blood to break the tense silence as you made your way to the door. You pulled the doors shut behind you and twisted the lock. Yet, you couldn’t find the strength to move. You squeezed your eyes shut as you struggled, whispered to legs to just walk, but all you could see was the ashen pallor to Henri’s face with his closeness, the darkness of blood on his lips when he spoke, and the sharpness of teeth that weren’t human just behind them. A soft snarl jolted you away from the door. It wasn’t towards you, not if what you were hearing was true. It was the same sound the pig made at dinner as it’s legs were being ripped off for those who had asked for them.

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“Baron Nicolas,” your mother said slowly, purposefully, pronouncing every syllable so that you both may know exactly who you were in the presence of, “Has decided to extend to us his patronage.” She glanced around the two of you and heaved a sigh. “Just one moment, I must attend to something.”

“No, go right ahead.” The Baron smiled as your mother met his gaze. “I can get to know your daughters in the meantime.”

She curtsied and hurried off in a frenzy, meeting one of the few servants of your household in the hall before she disappeared from sight. You squeezed your sister’s hand before you both returned your gazes to the Baron.

He looked down at his well-manicured hands. “It’s…Miss Marie and Miss Amélie, correct?” he asked. He motioned between the both of you. Your grip on your sister grew. She nodded. He took a slow step towards you. His riding boots were quiet against the floor. He hadn’t planned to stay long. “You both have become rather popular as of late,” he mused.

“My sister has a knack for making friends in unlikely places,” you said. “Her sense of humor is second to none, and her wit is sharper than steel.”

“My sister talks circles around the smartest of men,” she countered. “She’s drawn quite the crowd to her as of late.”

“That is not the popularity that I meant.” The Baron started to circle you. He smoothed his hands over his coat and locked his hands behind his back. “Do you like my boots?” You both stared at him, watching as he slowed almost to a stop between you and the only way out of the parlor. He tilted a foot up and turned it one way, then another. “They’re leather. It’s a new leather, though, I hadn’t tried it before.”

“They’re exquisite,” you replied.

“They’re wolf.” His foot tapped the floor. Your sister’s hands grew clammy in your grasp. You gripped them tighter. “It was a large creature, taller than a young boy on all fours.” His mouth turned down in an exaggerated frown. “Much taller than any man when on its hind legs. And broad, oh was it broad.” He tilted his head and continued to circle the two of you. “I have its pelt in my study, spans almost the entire floor. Thought I would try to have its skin used as well and, well, what do you know.” You heard the buckles on his boots click as he snapped his heels together. “It made an excellent set of boots.”

The Baron came to stand in front of you both again. “I have its fangs, too. Massive things.” He sucked on his teeth and lifted a hand, staring at it as though examining the lines on his palm. “Bigger than my own hand. If he had caught me, he could have fit my whole head in his mouth, I’m sure.”

“Why are you telling us this?” you breathed.

He pinned you with his pale blue eyes. “Because you walk in this creature’s social circles.” He stepped closer, bent at the waist until he could stare both of you in the face and be merely inches away. “And you’re aware of it.”

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alphawave-writes · 4 years

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Sigrold week 2019 Prompt 6) Apart

Synopsis: Siebren speaks at Harold’s funeral. Sad Sigrold hours. This is a two-parter that will end in tomorrow’s final Sigrold week prompt

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He didn’t think it would happen. He didn’t think it was possible. Dr. Harold Winston, brilliant and careful as he was, didn’t deserve such a cruel fate. But such was life, was it not? One minute it was burning brilliantly. The next, the flame was starved of oxygen, dying away like it never existed.

Harold, in Siebren’s mind, was someone who was more than mortal. He loved everything and everyone on this planet, and he wanted to make the world a better place. He was altruistic, teasing, kind-hearted, annoying, warm and naïve all at once. Harold was not a mere human. He was so much more than that.

Siebren didn’t think he’d just go like that. He didn’t believe that Harold could ever die.

When he heard the news, he was in disbelief for a long time. It didn’t fully register in his mind. Harold was gone, but Harold had been gone plenty of times before in the past, and always they found each other like nothing had ever changed between them. The last time they met in Hong Kong and their brief time together was absolutely magical. How could a man that can slurp noodles that fast, a man who claimed to be fluent in Mandarin and Cantonese and yet didn’t read bother to read the spiciness level of the food he ordered, just die like that?

They didn’t find his body. They didn’t find anybody’s body. Siebren held onto the vain hope that maybe, just maybe, Harold had survived somehow.

And then they found Nevsky’s DNA on one of the moon rovers, as well as some of his blood. And Yoshida’s blood too. And Flores’ blood. Lucheng officially revealed that all communications with the lunar base had gone out. The lone survivor, Dr. Chao, who had evacuated Horizon Lunar Base earlier than planned for health reasons, said that the emergency airlocks were triggered, and that the sister lunar bases have had no contact with Horizon One staff.

Thus, Lucheng put out a statement. Until evidence to prove otherwise, the scientists of Horizon were declared dead.

There was a massive vigil for all the scientists, but Siebren did not go. Given a choice, he’d also avoid Harold’s funeral as well, but his presence was expected there. Everyone knew how close he was to Harold. Everyone knew he had something to say.

So Siebren flew to America to Harold’s hometown in the South. There were many people, some friends, some family, but many were strangers in Harold’s life, here to pay their respects. Though Harold’s parents put on a brave face, Siebren could tell they were grieving. Perhaps that was why they asked him to speak.

It was a small wooden podium, too small for Siebren’s massive stature, the only thing ‘traditional’ about this funeral. Many people turned to him, keeping their cries to a minimum, gulping their swollen throat.

Siebren took a breath, then another breath. He couldn’t get emotional. Not now. Not here.

“Harold Winston was a good friend of mine,” Siebren started slowly. “I regarded him highly, and I think he knew that I did. He was clever in so many different ways. Like the saying goes, Harold was a jack of all trades, and that meant he bested the masters of one. He knew a little bit about everything, could fix any problem that came his way, and he did it all with genuine compassion.” Siebren’s lips dipped. “He was a good friend, and a good man.”

The crowd kept their heads ducked low. Siebren tried to steady his shaking hands.

“I didn’t think I’d fall in love with him when I first met him. I didn’t even think I could love someone so deeply. But he had managed to worm his way into my heart with his terrible puns.” A few people chuckled, making him smile momentarily. “Oh, he had a way with words. That was his true weapon. He wielded them like a blade, cutting down my defenses, striking me when I’m not paying attention. And my defenses did come down, and he took care of me. He saw the best in not just me, but everyone around him, in the world. Always an optimist, looking for the rainbow at the end. To see the light in this dark world is admirable. There were a lot of things I admired about him.”

Siebren shook his head and forced a smile. “Knowing Harold, he would want this to be a happy occasion, not a sad one. So we should not shed too many tears for him. To honour his memory, and to honour his sacrifice, we should be content and grateful for all the things we do have in life. Never accept the world for what it appears to be. Dare to see it for what it could be.”

Harold’s famous motto echoed throughout the small room. A few people clapped as a video began to play. Siebren used the distraction to get out of this cramped room, out into the darkness. He walked through the cemetery until he found a tree, just far enough from the function room, and slid his back down the scratchy bark. His hands covered his face, heaving in his breaths. His body shook and his throat clenched tightly as he gazed up to the moon. The tears beaded at the corner of his eyes.

“I-I miss you, Harold,” he whispered.

There was no answer but the whip of the wind and the rustle of the leaves. The moon shone its light, never flickering, never speaking.

His teeth clenched as he continued staring at the moon. For some reason, the sight of the moon filled him with unspeakable rage. “Of all the stupid ways you could’ve died, it had to be by damned dirty apes? You were smarter than that, Harold. You were better than that. You knew damn well the apes were misbehaving, but you didn’t do anything about it.”

The moon continued to glow.

“I-I know it wasn’t your fault. You did as much as you could, it was your stupid coworkers, those other scientists that didn’t want to get their hands dirty,” he spat it out like it was a curse word. “You were so much better than them, you didn’t deserve to die with them. You deserved to be here, with me, and Specimen 8 and Specimen 28. You deserved life, a better life.”

Was the moon refracting or was that the tears in his eyes, obscuring his vision? He raised a hand to wipe them away, but they wouldn’t stop dropping. Why wouldn’t they stop? He had to be strong. He had to. For Harold. If anyone needed him to be strong, it was Harold, wherever he may be.

“I-I…I love you, Harold. I know that’s a silly statement to make now. I know I’ve said it before but I didn’t tell it to you enough times. A lifetime wouldn’t be enough to tell you, so please, come back. Tell me this is all one cruel joke you played. Please. Please…….please.”

As Siebren lowered his head, his body shivering, the droplets finally flowed uninhibited and uninterrupted. For the first time in his adult life, Dr. Siebren de Kuiper cried.

Far up in space, hidden in the emergency medical room of Horizon Two lunar base, Harold Winston slept dreamlessly, unaware of the funeral held in his honour and the tears shed in his memory.

#Overwatch #Sigma #Siebren de Kuiper #Harold Winston #Sigrold #Sigroldweek #Sigroldweek2019 #This is the sad Sigrold hours right here #A bit shorter because I didn't have as much inspiration (and patience) today #Hope it's still good though

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twsupernaturalimagine · 7 years

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Never In Fact Homeless (Part 4)

Author: Abby (amorluzymelodia)

Word Count: 1642

Warnings: homelessness, drug use, suicide mention, cursing, non-con (not necessarily rape but reader is not of a sound mind)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Fic:

A few hours later and you couldn’t have moved if you’d wanted to, you were too drugged up. Leo had given you a few uppers liked he’d said, and at first you’d remembered why you’d gotten into this in the first place. The high. It was all laughs and smiles and good vibes for a while until Leo shot something into your arm that made your skin crawl. Literally.

You saw maggots and worms crawling out of your skin and began scratching at your arms to get them off, but that only seemed to make them angrier, and more took their place. When you finally felt yourself coming down enough to calm down and tell yourself that what you were seeing wasn’t real, Leo approached you.

“Hey doll,” he slurred, drunk and high and everything in between. “Come ‘ere.” He took your hand and pulled you down a hallway, towards a back room with a bed, which he sat you down on. “Time to pay your fee.” He smiled a toothless grin at you and pushed you backward so you were laying on your back, with him over you. You couldn’t have stopped him if you’d wanted to. There were colors and shapes swirling around you, faceless creatures leering at you from the shadows, and truthfully you hardly noticed what Leo was doing to you, only his haphazard thrusts and weak grunts when he finished, landing on top of you with a huff.

You sat there for a moment, trying to decide if the man standing at the door was real or not. When his face morphed into a lizard you decided he wasn’t real and pushed Leo off of you, doing up your pants and making your way back into the main room, sitting down next to Marcus, who handed you a razor and began forming his own lines, indicating you should do the same. You had said you wouldn’t do heroin anymore, had promised yourself, and yet it was sitting in front of you, right for the taking. And your resolve was so low you couldn’t resist. So you snorted deeply, hoping the high would be a good one.

You were wrong. The maggots came back, this time with friends who burrowed into your skin. You could feel them chewing, hear them swallowing your flesh, leaving little holes behind. And it destroyed you. You scratched harder at your skin, digging in your nails when they didn’t go away, drawing blood. But the maggots fed off it, slurping it down and burrowing deeper. Something jumped out of the wall at you, passing through you and leaving you cold. Marcus was laughing too loud, scaring you. So when you couldn’t get the maggots off you picked up the razor in front of you and slashed at your wrist, hoping to drown them in your blood.

That was when you saw him. He was just a bright light but he was there, wings and all. And you cried out to him in anger and fear.

“Just kill me already!” you screamed, unaware of the tears rolling down your or the blood leaving your body. “Why are you doing this? Why did you save me? Was it to watch me suffer? To laugh at? Why?!”

He flashed bright white and vanished, which made you even more fearful oddly enough.

“Castiel!” You cried. “Castiel! Get back here you bastard!”

You tried to get up but fell over the table in front of you, knocking drugs and knows what else to the ground. You fell and could feel your head hit the ground, but wasn’t coherent enough to care. You saw him appear again, this time in his suit and trench coat and he tilted his head at you, looking concerned.

“I am sorry, Y/N,” he said. “I will fix this.”

“You’re not real!” you shouted as he reached out a hand to touch your forehead. “You’re not real…” but you were already drifting off, sleeping or into unconsciousness, you didn’t really care.

When you woke up your first thought was that your head didn’t hurt. Usually after a night like you would be in a lot of pain. But this morning there was none. That and the fact that warmth surrounded you and you could smell coffee led you to one thought.

You were dead.

It was the only explanation. Either you’d overdosed last night or Castiel was listening and had killed you. You weren’t sure if you were pleased about that, and if you truly were dead…where was the coffee coming from?

With that question in mind, you opened your eyes slowly, seeing not the ceiling of the dump you’d passed out in last night, but a plain concrete ceiling. Underneath you was a soft mattress and covering you were soft sheets and your head was placed on a comfortable pillow. The walls were bare but it was clearly a well-used room. There were flannels strewn around the room and the closet door was open to reveal even more flannels and what looked like a gray bathrobe. Where the hell were you?

Your question was answered however when none other than Sam Winchester walked through the door, causing your heart to race and you to shoot up in bed–you were surprised that that movement didn’t cause you to black out.

“Where the hell am I?” you demanded and Sam just sighed, placing a tray you only now noticed, containing juice, water, and waffles on the bedside table and sitting down next to you.

“You’re at our bunker,” he said calmly. “Castiel heard your prayer and when he found you he didn’t know what to do, so he brought you here.”

“I didn’t pray to him,” you hissed but Sam just shook his head.

“Well you must’ve or he wouldn’t have been able to hear you. He said you were pretty messed up when he found you. He wasn’t sure why but I’m willing to bet it was drugs,” he paused, his eyebrows raised. “Am I right?”

You grit your teeth and looked at your hands, startled when you realized the cuts from last night were nowhere to be seen, not even a scar. Just plain, pure skin.

“I had a bad trip,” you admitted shamefully. “It’s not the first time it’s happened.”

Sam just nodded and picked up the water, handing it to you and not looking away until you’d drank the whole glass.

“Well you’ve got Cas to thank for fixing your arms,” he said.

“What?” you asked, confused and Sam nodded.

“Cas said when he found you, you were bleeding and crying and shaking. I’m guessing your bad trip caused you to see some scary things huh?”

You just turned away from him and grabbed the plate of waffles. “Are these for me?” you asked and he nodded.

“Dean made ‘em. Seemed to think you looked a bit thin.”

You huffed a laugh around a mouthful of food. “Yeah well being homeless ain’t exactly the most nutritious way to live.”

You noticed Sam didn’t look uncomfortable at your mention of being homeless, which surprised you. Most of the time when the fact you were homeless came up with someone who wasn’t–church moms, volunteers at the shelter etc–their reactions were to look down in shame, like it was their fault or something. But Sam didn’t look at you differently, just like he knew how you felt. And somehow you believed that he did.

“You ever been homeless Sam?” you asked quietly and he smiled slightly.

“Not exactly. Dean and I…we moved around a lot as kids. Our job takes us all over the country, so we never really had a house. But we had our car so…no. We were never really homeless.”

You furrowed your brow. “So you’ve been doing this since you were kids?”

Sam nodded. “Our dad raised us in it.”

“Sounds like an A+ dad,” you scoffed. “But who am I to talk? Mine kicked me out when I was fifteen.”

“Why–” Sam was cut off by Dean entering the room, carrying yet another tray of food, this one containing potatoes and sausage.

“Ah good you’re awake,” he said and set the tray down next to it’s partner. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” you demanded.

“About that suicide attempt, Y/N,” he said gruffly. “Cas found you half alive, slits on your wrists and so drugged up you probably thought he was a hallucination. What the hell were you thinking?”

You put the plate down, suddenly not hungry.

“Who do you think you are?” you demanded. “You’re not my father or my priest, you don’t get to scoop me up off the street and demand to know all about my life because you did me a kindness. How I live my life is my business, not yours.”

“Well you’re life seems pretty screwed up kid.”

“You’re one to talk.” you spat and Dean just laughed.

“Hey kid I know my life is fucked up, I accept that. It’s you who hasn’t seemed to.”

You just scoffed and pushed the covers back, thankful Cas had healed you so you could walk fine without a hangover or injuries.

“Look I don’t need rescuing okay? I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. So thanks for patching me up but I’m good.”

“You’re not going anywhere, chief,” Dean said smugly and you glared at him.

“Oh yeah?” you demanded. “Who’s gonna stop me?”

“Y/N.” It was Castiel, and you froze. “Please, stay.”

“Why should I?” you demanded, turning towards him angrily.

“Because we care about you, Y/N,” Sam said kindly. “And we can help you.”

You took in his kind face, his puppy-dog eyes and the three of them looking at you not like a project…but like a person. So you took a deep breath and spoke.

“Start talking.”

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fearofaherobrine · 7 years

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Roleplay Server Log #190

“General Visitations, Giselles Punishment”

[Doc] Fixes hir hair self-conciously-

[Winston] Leaves once more-

[CP] - It will take him a few moments to gather them, Doc, are you sure you want your dragon here?

[Doc] Looks at Yaunfen - I'm not sure I'd want them to be anywhere else either. If they're by me, I know they're safe.

[CP] - But they also might be seen as a target

[Gk] Wait! Before they get here. I like a good suprise- He shrinks down into his human form and rushes inside to stand casually at Cp's side.

[Doc] Only if they're stupid. They saw what I did to Giselle. And it shows I'm not the only dragon here either.

-Lie's guard slinks into the shadows, invisible unless one is really looking for them-

[CP] - Alright... Have you let MB and TLOT know they might be fighting?

[Doc] Do you want Mb to run here with a sword in each hand? Because that will likely be his reaction.

[CP] - And TLOT?

[Doc] Gives Cp a serious look - do you really think he hasn't been listening? His powers have actually increased because of all the Testificates on the sub-seed.

[CP] - Don't remind me about them

[Doc] Aww, they're harmless. And they like you, so shush.

[CP] - Can I make them not like me?

[Doc] No.

[CP] - Fuck you

[Doc] Pats his arm- I know you're nervous. It's okay. I won't embarass you. Not intentionally at least.

[CP] - I'm suspicious of that claim

[Winston] Finally creates another portal and steps through, the other Nether generals following and shifting into more mob like forms-

[Giselle] - Oh Master, here you are!

[Grayson] A lumbering giant of a pigman snorts in irritation, cracking his knuckles- Hello sir...

[Gk] Is doing his best to look formidable, his eyes are very bright in comparision to the blobby black scars around them.

[Doc] Geetings, again.

[Blake] - Oh not you again

[Doc] What? It's my server. I'm one of the natives here.

[Yaunfen] Giving suspicious eyebrows to the group, xe scuttles up Doc's back and watches them from hir shoulder

[Magnolia] Shyly- Hello Master, Mistress

{CP] - Magnolia, I'm surprised, you don't often travel far from your home

[Giselle] - I made her come, she is a Nether general after all

[Banette] Approaches Magnolia curiously- Baaaan?

[Magnolia] - AH! She ducks behind Winston

[Doc] It's okay. It belongs to Cp.

[CP] - The four of you wished to see me?

[Giselle] - Oh Master, we're just worried! You've been gone for so long!

[Grayson] - Perhaps your growing weak...

[Doc] That's rather presumtous of you Grayson. Insulting even.

[CP] - It's just how he thinks

[Doc] Then I'll inform you that it's a foolish thought. Cp has been the recipient of my greatest gift. I assure you he's nigh indestructable now.

[Grayson] - I doubt that

[CP] - I don't feel like fighting Grayson, but if you're determined to fight, you could fight a weaker brine here on this server

[Doc] Then you insult me as well. And you do so at your peril.

[Grayson] Snorts in annoyance-

[Yaunfen] Little hiss- Burp!

[Blake] - Master, why not come back to your server instead of this annoyingly peaceful one?

[CP] - Because I'm working on alliances Blake, alliances to help defeat NOTCH, since your units seem incapable of doing so

[Gk] quietly- Heh, burn.

[Doc] Our server is peaceful because it's filled with powerful entities that respect the space enough to not want to wreck it with useless fighting.

[Giselle] Ignoring the other brines- Master, I'm sure if we had more units and could train them against humans then we'd be better prepared to take on your horrible excuse for a father

[Doc] Then you don't realize how valuable an ally even a single human can be either.

[Lie] - You've seen what became of me, I was originally a human, but now I'm a brine

[Giselle] - Oh shut up you ditzy little slut!

[CP] Growls darkly-

[Yaunfen] - Learned taunt- Pulls a rather obnoxius face

[Doc] Actually suprised- Yanufen? How did you...? The eggs... oh dear....

[Gk] Don't call Lie a slut unless you want me to replace you right now by breaking your face.

[Giselle] - Replace me? Ha! As if! You're not even remotely ghast like!

[Gk] Nope, and I don't have to be. I was born in the Nether. It's in my blood.

[Giselle] - The Master would never replace me

[Grayson] - Shut up you little brown worm

[Gk] Pfft! Your position is tenous at best. Likewise for your fuckbuddy there.

[Doc] Zip it roadhog. That's my child. - Scratches Yaunfen's chin and tickles hir long whiskers

[Grayson] - What sort of abomination did you fuck to create that?

[Blake] - I assure you, my position is in no danger

[Doc] They're adopted. But I assure you, my mate is just as monstrous as I. And you get one more insult before I knock your rotting block off.

[Gk] Ha! You don't get to decide sweetheart. It's Cp's call. And it's just that attitude that's put your jobs in question.

[Giselle] - We're to important, besides, currently there's nobody ready to be put in training for the general position

[Gk] Wrong. I'm ready and willing to take both your places.

[Blake] - You know nothing of our units!

[Gk] How do you know? Cp's told me everything I need and I can always whip a few mobs into shape if anyone feels like mouthing off.

[Giselle] - Master, you wouldn't!

[CP] - Giselle, how many warnings have I given you recently?

[Gk] Too many I think. You ought to just banish both of them.

[CP] - I know, but I didn't want to drag you away from helping with Endrea

[Blake] - Oh what does that flying bitch have to do with anything?

[Gk] Dangerous growl - Don't talk that way about my niece or there won't be enough left of you to fill a bucket.

[Giselle] - Your niece? Ha! That's ridiculous, the only relations Endrea has is to her precious little ender children

[Doc] I'm not the only one here who believes in adopting loved ones.

[Gk] Yes, and they're under my protection as well.

[Blake] - Honestly Master, why are you putting up with this foolishness? You haven't killed any humans in months and it's starting to affect you

[Gk] Don't talk around me, you meally mouthed ass-kisser! What he does is none of your fucking business anyway!

[Blake] - Oh? Does anyone else hear an annoying little fly?

[Gk] Turns to Cp- Beaten up or dead? Your call.

[CP] - That's a tough one..

[Giselle] - Master!

[Lie] - CP, don't kill them, you yourself said something like that could cause a rebellion

[CP] - Good point...

[Gk] So can I beat him up or no?

[CP] - Go ahead

[Gk] I'll be outside, if you're man enough Blake. - Stalks out.

[[Blake] - That insufferable little-

[CP] - GO

[Blake] - Ah, um, yes Master- He goes and opens the door, stepping outside

[Gk] Is in his full glory outside the door, flames are curling from his open lips and a long slimy tongue slurps over his fangs as he grins wickedly. He opens his wings and the ghast tentacles wiggle obscenely. - Me first- He kicks out with his sharp hooves at the blaze general.

[Blake] Is thrown back inside, nearly hurtling into Lie who is pulled out of the way by CP-

[Giselle] - Blake!

[Gk] Lets the open door frame his fearsome visage. - Anyone else want proof of my qualifications?

[Grayson] - Those two are always weaklings

[Gk] Says the pre-roasted piggy.

[Grayson] - Match my size and we'll fight

[Yaunfen] Makes happy noises at Gk-

[Gk] Sorry porky, I only come in two sizes, small and XXXL.

[Grayson] Growls-

[CP] Sighs- Are all of you done yet? I'd rather get back to my work

[Giselle] - But Master, wouldn't it be best to do your work in your office?

[Doc] You think he doesn't have an office in his wife's house? That's rather silly.

[Giselle] - In this dump? It can probably barely hold a candle to his real one

[Gk] Don't talk shit about Lie's house. And what the fuck do you know about decorating?

[Doc] It's just a big empty room, what's so special?

[Giselle] - Plenty more than that bitch

[CP] - Giselle, you will cease now

[Banette] Kicks Giselle in the leg like a small child and then flees behind Cp-

[Doc] You just hate her anyway, who cares what you think?

[Giselle] - I was supposed to become the Master's mate

[Doc] Says you and no one else.

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[Grayson] - Perhaps we should see what's so damn appealing about this server

[Giselle] - For once you've had a good idea Grayson

[Doc] As long as you leave our humans and little ones alone, I'm fine with that. The rules are simple; no stealing or griefing.

[Doc] Pulls out a command block and begins typing- I've got some temporary names set up, it's a thing I'm testing. You're on respawn as guests but don't use it as an excuse to start shit or I'll turn it off.

[Grayson] - Such things are for weaklings

[Doc] whatever. I'm doing it for Cp, since your his guests.

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[TLOT] is already walking to the spawn, shaking his head in amusement-

[CP] - Remember, this is not a seed that we're taking over

[Giselle] - Who would want to stay in such a low resolution anyways?

[Doc] Some of us are older then Minecraft. Low is comfortable.

[Magnolia] - Um... May I be excused from this?

[Winston] Pats her on the head-

[Doc] Magnolia? Are you actually a child? There are lots of kids in the village if you'd prefer to go play. No offense meant.

[Magnolia] - Oh, um, not really...

[CP] - Her more child like form is because it's more comfortable for her and fits her demeanor better as well. She's not the most bold and it makes it easier for her to hide

[Doc] Understood. I thought there was a chance she was more like Sally.

[Blake] - Shall we be off to see just what could be so appealing about this place?

[Giselle] - Yes, let's

[Gk] Moves graciously away from the door and cat-loafs to watch them exit.

[Doc] I will be keeping an eye on you, just in case

[CP] Groans- This could create one Nether of a mess...

[Gk] it shows you're confident though

[CP] - I'd rather those three not be here

[Doc] I understand. Yaunfen? You ready for a little ride?

[Yaunfen] Burp!

[Doc] It's gonna be okay Cp. -grinning- and if it's not, I'll just arrange an accident. - winks -

[Doc] Shifts as Xe exits and the bitty dragon ends up coiled in hir mane.

[Lie] - It will be alright CP, Doc, TLOT, and GK know what their doing

[CP] - I know, but those three idiot generals of mine don't know that

[Sweet Alex] is coming up the path to Lies house with a chest in her arms-

[Giselle] Scowls at the sight of the human- Pathetic thing

[Sweet Alex] Good morning! Who are you guys with? Wait... Is that Winston? Nice to see you again!

[Winston] Gives her a friendly wave-

[Giselle] Preps a fire charge-

[Doc] Arches up behind them - Good morning Sweet Alex, whatcha got there?

[Sweet Alex] Cinnamon rolls! Thanks for the spices Doc!

[Giselle] Scowls at Doc- She's a human, why not just destroy her?

[Doc] Because that would be super dumb?

[Sweet Alex] You don't like humans?

[Doc] Sweet Alex is the best glitch-talker on the seed and she's performed two miraculious healings so far with nothing but her own good energy.

[Sweet Alex] -Blushes-

[Blake] - Humans are prey which the Master subjects to his whims and nothing more

[Sweet Alex] Which brine is your master?

[Doc] Cp.

[Sweet Alex] See now you're just being silly. Cp is a grump but he's not like that at all.

[Giselle] - Shut up you twit, you don't know our Master at all

[Sweet Alex] He's my neighbor, and I know him quite well thank you.

[Grayson] - Pathetic little weakling, I think I'll kill you here and now

[Doc] Considering that she's under both my protection and Gk's, that would be a very poor idea.

[Grayson] - I don't care- He approaches the small Alex

[Sweet Alex] Takes out a rather large flower, it's rainbow colored and nearly as tall as she is.

[Doc] Alex....

[Sweet Alex] It's okay. TLOT gave it to me.

[Grayson] Raises his fist-

[Sweet Alex] Shakes the gaudy flower right in his face-

[Grayson] Stumbles back and rubs at his eyes- WHAT THE NETHER IS THAT!?

[Sweet Alex] Walks calmly around him- It's a color flash. Maybe next time I see you, you'll be politer.

[Doc] Chuckles-

[Grayson] Swings wildly at the air in the general direction of Sweet Alex-

[Sweet Alex] Evades him easily and walks under Doc's feet and back towards Cp and Lie's place. - See you later Winston, Doc.

[jewel] -stumbles past doc for a few blocks before collapsing on the ground she is still awake but she seem to be sweating heavily because she is still in her cat suit-

[Doc] Jewel! - Trots quickly over to her- What happened?

[jewel] it's hot to hot

[Giselle] Starts moving away from the group-

[Doc] Take some of your clothes off. No one cares.

[jewel] I do I wont I refuse to take them off

[Doc] Even if I gave you something cooler to wear?

[Blake] Distracts Winston so Giselle can get away-

[Gk] Has come up the path and follows Giselle from above-

[jewel] what can be cooler when you want every part of you body covered

[Giselle] Is approaching CP's place, looking for an opportunity to strike at Lie-

[Doc] I could make you a long dress out of something light?

[Gk] Lands quietly on Lies roof and watches Giselle-

[jewel] then someone could see under the dress

[Giselle] Is sticking to the shadows and watches as Lie steps out to greet Sweet Alex-

[Sweet Alex] I brought you some cinnamon rolls Lie!

[Doc] Maybe you should go visit Gem? She has a whole room made of ice.

[Lie] - Oh that sounds wonderful! Thank you!

[Sweet Alex] I ran into Cp's associates. They're rather rude, aren't they?

[jewel] -slowly gets up- that might be the best

[Doc] Do you know where she lives? I can chat and let her know. She might enjoy the company actually.

[jewel] I don't live that far from there so I have seen it

[Lie] - A reason as to why they're here is my fault, two of them really don't like me

[Giselle] Creates multiple fire charges-

[Doc] Here take this in the meantime- Gives her a block of packed ice. - That should keep you from passing out at least.

[Gk] Clears his throat behind Giselle-

[Sweet Alex] Oh! Hey Gk. You again!

[Giselle] Growls- Fuck off asshole

[jewel] -takes the block- thank you doc -starts to walk to gem's house with the packed ice on her head-

[Gk] Leave her alone unless you'd like to be dragon chow instead of fired.

[Doc] You're welcome Jewel. Stay hydrated!

[Giselle] - I don't answer to you- She fires off the charges towards Lie

[Gk] Leaps over her and takes the hits himself broadside- Son of a bitch!

[Sweet Alex] Gk! - As a reflex she draws a bow -

[Lie] - GK?

[Gk] Is on the ground and swearing a lot-

[CP] Hears the explosion and rushes out, his aura dark and dangerous-

[Sweet Alex] Looses a very fast arrow at Giselle, aiming for her head-

[Giselle] Launches more fire charges, one destroying the arrow-

[CP] Blocks the rest-

[Gk] Smashes into Giselle with one of his wings and tangles her up in the tentacles-

[Giselle] - Let me go you curr!

[Gk] Thumps her against the ground a couple of times- Fuck you!

[CP] - GK, hold her still- The grass around him is turning black and burnt

[Gk] Adjusts his grip so She's upright in his tentacles with only her torso tangled-

[Sweet Alex] Gk... did she hurt you badly?

[Gk] Not fire-wise but the impact hurt like hell!

[CP] - I gave you many chances Giselle, but you just outright attacked my mate... This is not acceptable, so, I will strip you of everything, your dignity, your status, and your power. You will be weaker than any other of your kind and I will make certain you never enter my sight again!

[Giselle] - But... But Master!

[Gk] Told ya you were getting fired.

[CP] Focus' his power and Giselle begins writhing, shifting into a normal ghast once more in what appears to be a very painful manner-

[Gk] Adjusts his grip so he has her tangled in both wings- You spit anything at me I'll head-butt you in the eyes with my horns.

[Giselle] Angry ghast screech-

[Gk] What are you going to do with her Cp?

[CP] - Banish her into the farthest corner of the Nether where she will be alone

[Gk] Which Nether?

[CP] - Mine, so I can be sure she doesn't try to return or get help from anyone else

[Lie] Spawns some healing flowers near GK-

[Gk] What about her butt-boy Blake? You risk making her a martyr

[CP] Growls- You think I don't know that? But he hasn't done anything to directly harm Lie. Nor has he done anything bad enough to deserve banishment!

[Gk] Smiles wickedly. - I have a wonderful idea....

[CP] Snaps- What?

[Gk] Have TLOT make her small and give her to Blake. Then tell him if he behaves you might consider restoring her, not to any authority, but to human shaped so they can boink again.

[CP] - And what if he spreads that it's her?

[Sweet Alex] You shouldn't seperate them if they're a couple anyway. That's mean.

[Gk] So? It's called an object lesson. If you send her off, NOTCH might find her and pump her for info.

[CP] - They're not an actual couple, they just bang because they can't do it to me

[Sweet Alex] He has a point though, you can keep an eye on her if she's close, but she can't do anything herself if she's small. And nobody should be alone. That's mean.

[Lie] - CP, think about how much you hate being a cat, it will be many times worse fo her because she won't be able to change back

[Gk] And it shows just a little bit of what TLOT is capable of....

[[CP] - FINE! But you can fucking take her there, I need to go punch stuff

[Gk] Deal. - Gets up with a groan- Alex kiddo, you gonna be okay going home alone?

[Sweet Alex] I'll just hang out with Lie for a bit, if that's okay with you Lie?

[Lie] - Absolutely, why don't we go into the green house

[GK] Adjust his grip on Giselle so she's upside down on his back and tangled in both his wings - We're going for a walk beeyotch.

[Giselle] More angry noises-

[Gk] Whatever- Heads for the spawn-

[TLOT] Is basically meditating on a dirt block and raises his eyebrows at Gk's burden-

[TLOT] Ummmm

[Gk] Hey TLOT, I have a little task for you. Turn this ghast into something smaller for me. Cp's request. It's a punishment.

[TLOT] Can I ask what it did?

[GK] Attacked Lie, more then once.

[TLOT] Gets a rather dark and angry air- Did you have anything specific in mind?

[Gk] Your choice- He pulls the Ghast down and forces it against the ground-

[TLOT] Asks it a mental question- any last words?

[Giselle] - I refuse to be belittled like this, the Master will come to his senses!

[TLOT] Ah stubborn. I'll take that into account. - He advances on the vast creature and grabs it easily, smushing and molding it down, before stepping back to check his work. Where the ghast was is a pure white donkey.

[Gk] Niiice

[Giselle] Loud angry bray-

[TLOT] Same to you.

[CP] Mentally- Is that bitch taken care of?

[TLOT] I made her look more like her actions. She's now a donkey. You're welcome.

[CP] - Still seems to good for her...

[TLOT] Meh. It's worse then being a cat. At least a cat kinda has fingers and a sort of thumb.

[CP] Grumbles-

[Giselle] Kicks at TLOT-

[TLOT] Slides around her and throws a tether on her before lashing it to a post and sitting back down. -I'm betting the others will be along eventually.

[gem] -flies down and lands softly in front of tlot-

[TLOT] Hello Gem, what are you up too? I heard you were getting a bit overheated?

[gem] I was but now I have these cold flowers to help but I came to ask a favor

[TLOT] Puffs up a bit - I'm just in high demand today! What can I do for you, my friend?

[Gk] Has curled up and is just watching Giselle with a satisfied air

[gem] well I need a -air quote- toy

[TLOT] Ooo! Now that's what I like to hear. - He wiggles his fingers in anticipation- What kind?

[gem] a dildo but to be specific one that has soft spikes because space angel have hole that are reversed to match males patterns

[TLOT] Cocks his head - You mean it's like a puzzle piece inside and you need a really specific shape to fit?

[gem] kind of because those hole are extremely sensitive and will feel better if I was able to get into them

[TLOT] I think we may need some privacy for this.... Gk can you watch the jackass?

[Gk] Sure thing.

[TLOT] Come with me. - Waves her over to the netherbrick house by the horsepen

[gem] right -follows tlot-

[Giselle] Is pulling at the lead in much frustration-

[TLOT] Slides down the ladder and leads her to a room with several beds - I'm flattered you came to me, though I think Doc could do this more easily.

[TLOT] I can make kind of a cast of your innards but I'll have to touch you a bit, is that okay?

[gem] It's ok

[TLOT] Have a sit and I'll get something soft.

[gem] -sits on the bed-

[TLOT] Starts fussing around and finally settles on a rubber ball he found LH playing with and copied. He makes a few more copies and picks them apart before mashing them in his hands. - Sorry Gem, I think this will feel rather wierd.

[gem] I can't assume it won't

[TLOT] Fair enough - He feels around a bit until he gets a finger inside her and pushes the glob in in a rough tube shape. -

[gem] -jumps slightly at the feeling-

[TLOT] Pushes a bit and the glob starts reforming to fill the weird topography inside the space angel-

[gem] this defiantly at the moment feels very weird

[TLOT] I'll try and make it quick- He wiggles it around until it's the right shape and then pulls it back out of her-

- the spikes are on uneven spots on the dildo spread out over mostly the top half of it-

[TLOT] Well that's interesting. Does it need to be slightly smaller?

[gem] not at all

[TLOT] Okay, then I'll spiff it up. - He makes a happy whistling noise as he changes the colors of the pixels to a sparkly purple and added a bit of redstone to the core of it. - Just give it a tap right here and we're in business! - The little device begins wiggling, shaking and humming like it's trying to get away from TLOT.

[gem] thank you tlot for your help with this

[TLOT] Any time! - hesitates- I'm sorry if you're lonely Gem. If I knew anyone suitible I'd introduce you. - Hands her the toy

[gem] -take it- even if I don't find someone I still have great friends and family

[TLOT] Is just beaming. - I feel the same. You guys make me feel like the whole servers dad. -chuckles- Doc is motherbrine.

[gem] -laughs- best father and motherbine ever

[TLOT] Don't tell Doc I said that okay. Haha. I've seen the way they deal with Yaunfen when they think no one is around. 100% mom.

[gem] I won't but I have quite a bit parent in me I guess we all do

[TLOT] Hows the baby doing?

[gem] aqua grew

[TLOT] Really? How big?!

[gem] aven and ben had to use their water powers to move him into a new pond because he out grew the one he was in

[TLOT] Ah, Is it going to be a visit to Herabrine pretty soon? I think that's gonna be a big dragon. Are you planning on moving?

[gem] my house no use less I can find a winter biome but I haven't seen one and I doubt aven and ben would want to move the house

[TLOT] So are just going to keep making bigger and bigger ponds on the savannah for Aqua? That might be a little cruel.

[gem] don't live that far away from the ocean I was thinking if we really need to next time aqua need to move ��we can add a temporary gate to a section of the ocean instead till aqua is ready to be free

[TLOT] That's why I was suggesting you talk to Herabrine. Doc can make walls in any terrain easily, but she can find you a good spot that's protected.

[gem] i would rather make the wall myself i miss the amount of building i use to do back in my server

[TLOT] Well you should talk to Hera anyway. You are eventually going to be putting a huge dragon with untested social and language skills in the vicinity of her house. She's already mad Doc brought that gigantic black thing in here.

[gem] I have introduced hera to aqua but I will talk to her again about moving him into the ocean

[TLOT] Do they know any words yet? Yaunfen is at two so far. "Burp" and "no".

[gem] not that I know of but aqua has seemed to have made friends with hyrule

[TLOT] Laughs- I knew it. He's gonna be a water baby. I bet those two will be best friends. How big of a conniption fit did BEN have?

[gem] according to vin he will yelling his lungs out

[TLOT] I kinda feel bad for him, but he needs to get over it. It won't be long before that kid is running all over the place just like all the villager's children.

[gem] he has been getting bigger faster then a human would but not super fast

[TLOT] It's probably a mix of parental traits and being born in this game specifically. With a ghost and a creepypasta for parents who knows what to expect really.

[gem] all hell to break loose is what I think is going to happen once hyrule can walk and say more then three words

[TLOT] Doc is concerened about Slender... I picked up on it easily after their last talk. It's actually lucky that Aven can't leave.

[gem] aven would turn to a ghost if she did she would basically be in spectator mode but slightly truculent

[TLOT] I know. It keeps her safe because Slender can't kidnap her.

[gem] I am glad to I would rather her not die for a second time

[TLOT] I heard a juicy little rumor actually...

[gem] oh do tell

[TLOT] Well you know from BEN that creepypastas with the Insanity posession can't breed right? Apprently two of them have been trying to have a kid out there for some time. So we may get some new arrivals when they get desperate enough to trade the posessive bitch for the chance at a baby.

[gem] awe I hope they do so they can also have a happy family

[TLOT] Who knows? I don't know what they're like. They might not even be humanoid.

[gem] I barely am

[TLOT] Good point. You know... speaking of nonhuman things... I had the weirdest experience. I think Doc's house is haunted by something more then just Chomplies.

[gem] oh I think I know what your talking about I heard it roams at night

[TLOT] I've gotten some weird feelings I can't put my finger on. Lots of sadness. But it always seems to get away before I can find where it's coming from. Doc's house is such a maze. Anything could hide in there.

[gem] I was going to do a stake out in the kitchen to get a screen shot but I kept putting it off

[TLOT] It's not always the kitchen though. I've seen some odd shapes in the water at night that I know aren't anything that should be in the bay.

[gem] I feel like we need more then one person to this stake out to cover all the places it could apear

[TLOT] I don't know if that will work anyway. It seems more sad then dangerous. I feel bad for it. And I'm worried it's something Doc made that they don't want to talk about. So I don't say anything when they're around.

[gem] well if we can figure out what it is maybe we could cheer it up

[TLOT] Maybe. Do you have any ideas? Besides a stake-out?

[gem] well no I barely know what it is and if it's sad I wouldn't want to put any catching traps that might scare them

[TLOT] Yeah, that would be bad... I don't know.But you know you have the run of Doc's house if you ever want to explore.

[gem] snake tends to do that for me because he really like to I still get his memory of the place

[TLOT] Has he seen anything?

[gem] most of it none that involves going down a ladder or he would never get back up

[TLOT] Quite a few rooms require a ladder. If you want to explore, it should probably be you rather then your guardians.

[gem] I will keep that in mind I am going to head there now

[TLOT] Okay, I'm goign to stay by the spawn. I think our visitors will find their way there pretty soon. - heads up the ladder and back outside

[gem] -follows tlot up the ladder before heading to the castle-

[Exeggcute] Is sunning themselves on the porch by BEN's old room-

[gem] -walks up to the porch and sees the exeggcute- oh hey there

[Exeggcute] Looks at Gem curiously and there's a bit of buzzing in her mind from it

[gem] -is thinking about how cute exeggcute look. sits on her knees to reach out to pet them-

[Exeggcute] Seems to get it and the pods shuffle to get under her hand-

[gem] -pets them her four arms make it easier to pet all of them-

[Steve] Is tending to the horses under their feet.

[gem] -gets up and goes inside and enters the horse pen area one of her horses are still in the pen from when ben left them there-

[Steve] Is surrounded by horses, there are several skeleton ones, a trio of normal horses and Doc's zombie horse, and towering over them, the imposing form of the Mudsdale.

[gem] hello steve

[Steve] Is giving Gir a hug, the zombie horse makes a hollow whinny, but it's obviously content- Oh! Hey Gem! Gone to ground with the rest of us huh? I heard Cp's generals are bad news.

[gem] really how bad are we talking and I came more to explore the house a bit more my self

[Steve] Oh. They're hot-heads. I heard one of them attacked Doc on more then one occasion. They don't like Lie at all.

[gem] -growls a little at the thought of them attacking people on the server-

[Steve] It's okay. We're strong too. I'm not afraid of them at all. But... Markus is here. Cp wanted to hide him to avoid any awkward questions....

[gem] isn't he also sick that can't be good him to meet violent hot-heads

[Steve] Yes, he can't get out of bed. Flux is looking after him though, Dolly is nearby too if she needs help.

[gem] it also seem youhave an extra horse then usually

[Steve] Yeah. Someone must have left one. I wonder who's it is? I'm sure they'll be back eventually.

[gem] they are mine but I didn't bring them here and I was look for them.

[Steve] Spreads his hands- well.... I guess you can take them whenever then. I'm okay with looking after them in the meantime.

[gem] i'll take them home when I leave for home thank you for taking care of them while they are here

[Steve] Hey, anytime.

[gem] hey have you seen anything strange wondering around?

[Steve] Stranger then usual I assume? Haha. Yeah... sometimes. Doc's lab is full of weird noises at night, and I don't mean the caged mobs.

[gem] something none has caught a real glimpse of has been moving around at night sometimes

[Steve] Shivers- I've heard it. It sounds like someone dragging a huge slimeblock.

[gem] I plan to get to the bottom of this and find out exactly what it is

[Steve] Whatever it is... I think there must be another way to get into the bay from the house besides the moonpool in Silver's room. We find big patches of water in the lower tunnels sometimes.

[gem] hmm pieces of a curious puzzle.

[Steve] Just... be gentle okay? I don't think it's anything bad. I know Doc has secrets, we try not to pry. There's a lot of heartache in hir past.

[gem] tlot said it was sad I really want to find out what it is to cheer it up and get a screen shot

[Steve] Ha, you sound a bit like Arden. He's the same way. Wants pictures of everything strange. Can't imagine what he thinks he'll do with them. Something tells me that group is going to end up digital just like Markus from staying here too long.

[gem] arden was the first one to tell me about this thing running around

[Steve] Maybe you should talk to him then. I know he's a night owl anyway.

[gem] I will have to talk to him more about what I found out anyway I should go look for him

[Steve] Check the Shrine. He likes to read on the bed by the map.

[gem] thank you steve i'll go do that -heads to the shrine-

[Arden] Is laying on his back snoring lightly, there's a book on UFOs splayed open across his chest.

[gem] -enters the room and sees arden- hey arden

[Arden] snnnnnnnnrk....

[gem] -pokes arden-

[Arden] Stirs a little and opens his eyes, they go very wide for a second at the angel's appearance and then his breathing slows down a bit as he realizes who it is and wakes up fully. - Hey Gem... sorry I kinda nodded off. I like this stuff, but it makes for rather dry reading sometimes.

[gem] it's ok I have been finding out a bit more of the thing running around

[Arden] Perks up, - do tell!

[gem] tlot for reading emotions told me they seem sad and steve said it sound like a slime block being drag around and would find patches of water around sometimes

[Arden] It smells super odd too. Spicy almost. I'm used to finding little trails of slime from the Goomy, but every so often I'll find one of these weirdrer patches that's really fragrant.

[gem] well I am looking to find out just what it is and maybe cheer it up as well

[Arden] Well... Most of the activity seems centered around the lab and lower levels. Though once I saw something in the water over the kitchen, but it was a moonless night and I just got a brief glimpse of something rather big.

[gem] all it seems to be is glimpses I am going to be sneaky and get close

[Arden] I think maybe it's just a dark colored thing?

[gem] still need to get close to it to cheer it up and the closer I am the better the screen shot I can get

[Arden] I hate to say it, because I want proof too but... from what I've been reading... certain types of monsters can sense intent and will avoid anyone with a camera. I think that's why I'm not having any luck. It might be psychic or just really sensitive.

[gem] well if I am going to cheer it up I would rather ask for the photo rather then scare it off by taking the photo you can cheer up someone who ran away

[Arden] Good point. But I would say, really get into the house, places where the sun never touches. That's your best bet.

[gem] there are a lot of underground areas i would assume they could be in any of those areas

[Arden] I guess. But... I hear it in the lab hallway sometimes... I think.... it's sat there outside my door before. But I might have just dreamed it.

[gem] steve said he heard it in the lab before i would say the lab would be the best bet at this point

[Arden] Probably. I'm betting Doc wouldn't care if you claimed one of the recovery rooms for the time being.

[gem] my excuse is recovering from this terrible heat

[Arden] Sounds legit. Why is it so hot anyway? I didn't think this game had seasons?

[gem] the game updated it tend to affect the weather last time it snows several feet and i was having a ball in the snow while everyone else bundled inside

[Arden] Ugh. I'm glad I missed that. I never want to see snow again. It's bad enough that I still have nightmares about... that night... oh my god.. I'M SO STUPID

[gem] your not stupid

[Arden] YES I AM. - he tangles his fingers in his ginger curls- I've smelled that before! In Dolly's house! It must be... something that followed us in! But how? It's obviously huge?!

[gem] even if it did we can still figure out how and why it's sad

[Arden] I don't know... But if it was with the group of things that was trying to kill us. I wonder why it hasn't acted already? Maybe because it's trapped here?

[gem] maybe or maybe it's not violent at all and it's scared after all it keep running away

[Arden] Either way, I'll keep looking. I'm curious like that.

[gem] just always be careful

[Arden] Always. Doc says it's impossible to die for good here, but I'm not going to test it!

[gem] well if you see patches of dark blue orchids with glowing white dots that's where I have died in the server

[Arden] That's weird. But it sounds pretty.

[gem] they are. well if you will excuse me I am going to explore a bit before night falls hopefully I can meet them tonight

[Arden] Best of luck.

[gem] -heads of to explore-

-There's the sound of a rather gruff female voice arguing with someone a bit further down the path.

[Herabrine] No, he's totally right, blue is a flavor. [Enderbro] SEE!?

[Steffan] Stop encouraging him!

[Blake] - What in the Nether is that?

[Grayson] - More weaklings most likely

[Enderbro] Notices them- Hi!!!

[Doc] Seeing an opportunity for mischief- Bro, I have something that might be blue flavored...

[Enderbro] GIMMIE.

[Steffan] WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP GIVING HIM SUGAR?!

[Herabrine] Because it's funny!

[Doc] Pulls out a pair of large blue gems that sparkle in the sunlight.

-An Enderman teleports off-

[Blake] Scoffs- Did Endrea finally give up and start creating rubbish?

[Doc] He's not from her seed. Bro is special. - Xe offers one of the gems to Yaunfen, who takes it in their teeth egarly and gives the other to bro.

[Enderbro] Turns the gem over twice and licks it with his long purple tongue before shoving it in his mouth. muffled- BLUE FLAVOR

[Doc] I figured that's what you were on about.

[Herabrine] Wanna see something funny Steffan?

[Steffan] NO.

[Herabrine] throws a small piece of candy in his open mouth and he falls over instantly.

[Enderbro] STEEEEVE fell down.

[Grayson] - These pathetic things should be exterminated

[Doc] Um Hera... what was that?

[Herabrine] Just some special candy Lj gave me.

[Doc] He's asleep isn't he?

[Herabrine] Yep.

[Enderbro] Sucking ont he gem- So cute.

[Steffan] -begins snoring loudly-

[Doc] You've got a serious attitude problem Grayson. That sleeping Steve removed a curse from one of our most powerful brines. Specifically the dragon that kicked Blake earlier.

[Enderbro] Has made a little wreath of flowers and sets one on Magnolias head.

[Magnolia] - Oh, um... Thank you

[Yaunfen] Overly loud slurp as xe sucks hir gem-

[Enderbro] At Winston - Is she your daughter?

[Winston] - No, not at all

[Enderbro- Okie-dokie - huge crunch as he bites the candy gem in half

[Herabrine] Giving another tour Doc?

[Doc] Nah. Just supervising.

[Grayson] - We can at least get rid of this retard!- He aims a punch at Enderbro

[Endrea] Tears in from the End and land heavily between Grayson and Enderbro, roaring loudly at the pigman-

[Enderbro] WHOAH MAMA! - waves his skinny arms wildly- Hey Endrea!

[Doc][ Ah, good to see you back.

[Endrea] - Briefly, one of my other children alerted me to the situation here. And you- She turns towards Grayson with a snarling growl- Will back off immediately lest you wish to be devoured!

[Enderbro] Has basically never been defended by a mother figure and tears up instantly- I HAVE FEELS WAAAH!

[Doc] Eh, dont eat him Endrea, you'd probably get some kind of nasty stomach flu from his rotten pork flesh.

[Endrea] - It's a risk I'd be willing to take

[Herabrine] I could just drown him Endrea.

[Enderbro] Latches onto Endrea's leg in a hug -

[Endrea] Briefly reaches over to lightly nuzzle Enderbro before bringing her wing down over him to shelter him and returns her attention to Grayson-

[Grayson] - Are you really defending that defective abomination! Just get rid of it!

[Endrea] Snaps at Grayson, making the pigman stumble backwards-

[Herabrine] Picks up Steffan who's still snoring and walks over to Bro who adds him to the hug around Endrea's leg-

[Doc] You are really judgemental Grayson.

[Grayson] - Weak mobs are worthless, it's as simple as that

[Herabrine] Dude, you have issues.

[Doc] Endrea it's okay. I've got this in hand. You shouldn't leave the little dragons alone for too long anyway.

[Endrea] - Very well, but these two are coming with me for their own protection

[Herabrine] I love it! Make sure you take a screenshot of Steffan's face when he wakes up!

[Doc] You're awful Hera.

[Enderbro] We're going for a ride?!

[Endrea] - Yes little one, hold onto me and your friend tightly now

[Enderbro] Is sparkling way more then usual, his usually invisible mouth is split in a huge grin-Ready for takeoff!

[Endrea] Creates an opening to the void beneath her, her home briefly visible before she slips through and closes the opening behind her-

[Herabrine] Is cackling in evil glee.

[Doc] -sigh-

[Grayson] - Pathetic, running away to her home where she cannot be reached

[Doc] She has children that need tending you turd. Her primary babysitter is here because of stupid Blake and that bitch Giselle.

[Blake] - You dare to insult me!?

[Doc] Dare? Normally I don't put on airs, but you're a mob, I'm a Herobrine. That was a mild insult. Get over it.

[Blake] - I do not have to accept anything from you! You are not my Master!

[Doc] Pfft. Whatever. Unlike Cp, I have better things to do then put up with mobs whining at me all day and night.

[Magnolia] Creeps a bit closer to the water-

[Herabrine] Whatcha looking at kiddo?

[Magnolia] - I can feel a magma cube nearby... I'm worried about the fact that it seems to be under tha water...

[Herabrine] Oh! That's Maggie. My house is down there- points to the bay.

[Magnolia] - Is she safe? She must be scared...

[Herabrine] Yeah, she's fine. She keeps me company. Maggie's got the run of the house.

[Magnolia] Worried noise-

[Herabrine] Pulls a nightvision potion from the creative and splashes Magnolia with it. - My house is glass, you should be able to see her if you look down

[Magnolia] Peers- If you're sure...

[Herabrine] Positive. what's your concern anyway? You just like bouncy mobs?

[Magnolia] - I'm the Master's general for Magma cubes and Slimes

[Herabrine] Cool beans.

[Blake] Starts storming off- I'm bored of this, I'm going to find Giselle

[Herabrine] -shrugs- Whatever. I'm headed back for the woods. Have fun Doc.

[Doc] You're spending an awful lot of time with that clown...

[Herabrine] Maaaybe. Oh well.

[Grayson] Follows Blake-

[Doc] Winston... I trust you well enough. You have free range. Feel free to take Magnolia to the bar and have some lunch if you want. I'm going to stay close to those two just in case.

[Winston] - I understand

[Doc] Thank you- Pads after Grayson and Blake.

-The two generals are approaching spawn-

[TLOT] Has settled back down on his block and is just enjoying the sun. He's still in just his pants with his shirt over his shoulder.

[Grayson] - Oh look, another pathetic excuse...

[TLOT] Doesn't bother to acknowledge him

[Gk] Opens one eye. - Got bored of wandering around already?

[Blake] Scowls at GK- Go away

[Gk] Nah, I'm comfy. Get bent.

[TLOT] It's not smart to tell dragons what to do anyway.

[Doc] Chuckles- Words to live by.

[Blake] - And you are?

[TLOT] Streches a bit - The native brine of this seed and protecter of everyone on it. I am Herobrine, The Lord of Tears.

[Grayson] - Tears of a scardy ocelot I bet

[TLOT] The tears were my own, and the name was chosen by my subjects, but I'm sure my recently dead NOTCH shed one or two.

[Doc] He certainly screamed a lot, that's for sure.

[Grayson] - I doubt that claim, if our Master can't kill his own, then how could yours be dead?

[Doc] I was there. Cp also helped to kill the beast. Ask him yourself if you doubt us.

[Grayson] - Aww, so you needed help? Pathetic little weakling

[TLOT] There's nothing wrong with taking offered help. Or giving it. That's what friends do.

[Doc] Trust me, he's not weak.

[Grayson] - Prove it

[TLOT] Magick, mental or physical?

[Grayson] - Physical, those other two are cowards ways out!

[TLOT] - sigh- Oh well, it wouldn't hurt me to take a bath anyway, I'm already sweaty. - He puts his shirt away before hopping down from the block -

[Doc] Oh dear. Try not to kill him, okay?

[Grayson] Immediately charges TLOT-

[TLOT] Crouches and uses Grayson's momentum to throw him - Ewww! Fuck you're all greasy! Ever heard of a shower?!

[Grayson] Grapples at the ground to stop himself and charges again-

[TLOT] Throws a straight punch at Grayson's charging head-

[Grayson] Brings his hand up to catch TLOT's fist-

[TLOT] Twists upward and kicks at the pigman's stomach.

[Grayson] Grunts but doesn't budge-

[TLOT] Tps out of Grayson's hands and kicks him in the ass.

[Grayson] - Swings around to slap TLOT away- You're an annoying little fly

[TLOT] I'm a griefer, duh! - Grabs Grayson's arm and uses his force to toss himself clear.

[Grayson] Scowls in annoyance and charges again-

[TLOT] Tp's slightly above him and stomps on his back so he ends up with a mouthful of dirt.

[Grayson] Pushes himself back up surprisingly quickly-

[TLOT] Man, just using physical on physical attacks is boring. Damn it Doc you spoiled me!

[Doc] I can't help it!

[Grayson] Jumps at TLOT-

[TLOT] Throws an uppercut at his jaw-

[Grayson] Stumbles back-

[TLOT] You're a general right? Don't you have any special powers at all?

[Grayson] - I have a different weapon, strength is the only other thing I need

[Steve] Has crept down to the spawn and is watching from the archway-

[TLOT] Lame.

[Blake] Notices a bit of movement and growls at the Steve, flames gathering-

[Doc] Throws a tail swat at Blake- Don't do that unless you want to die.

[Blake] - That is a Steve, all of them should die

[TLOT] Hears him and snarls - That is my husband. Touch him and I'll shred your code.

[Doc] He'll eat you. Not kidding.

[Grayson] Tries to take advantage of the distraction-

[TLOT] Tp's next to Steve and leaves a two stack of cobbles for Grayson to run into

[Grayson] Runs straight into it and is stunned-

[Blake] - You're a fucking lucky Steve, I'll spare you for now...

[TLOT] Snorts - There is no 'for now.' Ask your friend Giselle what being a murderous bitch got her.

[Blake] - What are you talking about?

[TLOT] Points at the white donkey that's still tethered to the post. -

[Giselle] Angry donkey noises-

[Blake] Erupts into flames- WHAT DID YOU DO!?

[TLOT] Punished her. As Cp requested. She attacked Lie.

[Doc] Is all eyeballs.

[Blake] - That little bitch probably deserved it!

[Doc] For what? existing? Breaking the bubble of Giselle's delusional fantasy?

[Gk] Be grateful. I talked him out of outright banishing her. If you're good she might get a reprieve someday.

[Blake] - The Master must not be in the right state of mind. I will speak to him about this is why the Master needs to return to his seed. He's growing delusional!

[TLOT] Want me to call him? You might get punched.

[Blake] - No need, we'll simply go back to him and take him back with us

[Doc] Snorts with laughter- YOU are going to force Cp to do something?! Okay, wait for me! I want to watch!

[Blake] - You can go away!

[Doc] No way I'm missing this!

[TLOT] Unties the donkey and holds the lead- ready when you are

[Steve] Is staying very close to his hubby.

[CP] - Is still ripping into his punching bag-

[Gk] Is already flying there and lands on the roof- Lie!?

[Lie] - In the greenhouse

[Sweet Alex] Over here Gk!

[Gk] Come out here! Blake says he's going to force Cp to come with him, this should be a hoot!

[Lie] - What?

[Doc] Is prancing along - and me with no popcorn!

[Lie] - I am not making a popcorn plant

[Doc] That would be a noisy bloomer.

[TLOT] walks up with the donkey. - Hey Lie.

[Steve] Greets Sweet Alex-

[Blake] Glares at Lie- You fucking bitch

[Lie] - Same to you

[Steve] Guess what Lie. - Points to the donkey-

[Lie] - So don't work with that one, got it

[TLOT] As far as I know we're sending her with Blake anyway

[Blake] - Master! Where are you?

[CP] Growls from his private chambers-

[Doc] Cat-loafs with a huge smile-

[Yaunfen] Crawls up onto hir head for a good view-

[Blake] Storms inside, looking for CP, it isn't long before there is an explosion and a good chunk of one of Lie's workshop walls is now missing as Blake is thrown back towards the group, CP flies up, covered in blood and his eyes glowing dangerously bright-

[CP] - You will fuck off Blake! You are forgetting your place!

[TLOT] Quietly- well I guess the pecking order is being re-established at least.

[Doc] I'll help you fix it Lie.

[Steve] Me too.

[Lie] - Thank you, both of you

[CP] Is now beating the crap out of Blake-

[Doc] Very quietly - So glad it's not me for a change, also i'm not expected to stop him. Thank goodness

[CP] - Finally finishes and creates an opening- BOTH of you, LEAVE. NOW. And fucking take Giselle with you

[TLOT] Behave while Cp is gone.

[Grayson] Drags Blake through-

[CP] Closes the portal behind them, he's still rather aggravated-

[Doc] Deep breaths Cp.

[TLOT] Yeah, it's okay. Just sit down if you need too.

[CP] Growls-

[Lie] Approaches him- Hey, focus on me for now

[Sweet Alex] Is making a romantic face- Only beauty can calm the beast.

[Steve] That's adorably poetic

[Lie] With several calming words eventually gets CP to calm down-

[Doc] Is surveying the damage

[Gk] That was a royal beat-down, bravo Cp.

[CP] - Fucking assholes

[CP] - Where's Winston and Magnolia?

[Doc] Probably at the bar, I trust Winston to wander freely. I had to go after the bigger threat and we got seperated.

[CP] - I'm going to look for him, let him know what happened

[Lie] - CP, maybe you should change your clothes first?

[CP] - Hm?

[Doc] Unless you intend to scare the daylights out of them.

[CP] Grumbles but does go inside to change his clothes-

[Gk] That was fun. I'm gonna get a head start then.

[Sweet Alex] Gk?

[Gk] Hmm?

[Sweet Alex] Can you give me a ride home?

[Gk] Blushes but crouches down so she can get on.

[Sweet Alex] Thank you Lie.

[Gk] Trots off-

[Lie] - It was nice seeing you Sweet Alex, and thank you for the cinnamon rolls!

[Sweet Alex] You're welcome.

[Steve]There were rolls? And we didn't get any?! - pouts a bit-

[TLOT] Oh hush

[Lie] - Well, guess I'll start repairing the wall

[Doc] Oh let me help Lie. I can do it quickly.

[Lie] - Thank you

[CP] Comes out in fresh clothes and heads for the bar-

[Doc] Is already multiplying the remaining blocks and painting them over the busted areas with hir paws.

[Lie] Is repairing her brewing station even though she never uses it-

[Steve] Is there anything I can do?

[Lie] - Anything you can... I don't know if any of CP's area needs repairs though...

[Steve] Hesitiates before peeking down the ladder

-The punching bag is ripped to shreds and there are chunks missing from the walls as well as half of the short couch-

[Steve] TLOT?!

[TLOT] I'm on it my lamb. - He slides down the ladder and the two of them start cleaning up-

[Lie] Starts putting the windows back into the wall-

[Doc] Is finishing up with the ceiling. - There we go, good as new. And really I think that was the best we could have hoped for situation-wise.

[Lie] - I suppose, could have done without being attacked

[TLOT] Calls up - But no one on our side got hurt!

[Lie] That's true... Who all did they harass?

[Yaunfen] Is sniffing around the room again-

[Doc] They tried to take a poke at Enderbro and got a faceful of Endrea for their trouble.

[TLOT] And I had a brief fistfight with the pigman, what a candy-ass.

[Lie] - Endrea was there?

[Doc] Briefly. She took Bro and Steffan back to the end with her.

[Lie] - Oh dear... I can't imagine Steffan being happy about that...

[Doc] He got knocked out as joke by Herabrine. I think it will be a rather rude awakening. But it's not like he's in danger.

[Lie] - Good point

[Yaunfen] Finds a random book and proudly carries it over to Doc-

[Doc] aww, what do you have there? Do you want me to read to you some more?

[Lie] - It might be one of Ashe's... Or a floof book

[Doc] Let's see what it is. - Takes it gently and looks at the cover-

[Steve] Is dusting behind TLOT as his hubby cleans up the blood

[Lie] - You two okay down there?

[Doc] Xe looks a little distressed- This looks like an old fantasy book Yaunfen... let me skim it first. Maybe we can read it later.

[Steve] Just tidying up. It's messy down here.

[Lie] - What makes you say that Doc? And of course it is Steve, I think CP's gotten a little to used to how good Winston is to him

[Doc] Because... - xe whispers to Lie. - Bad things happen to dragons in fantasy books! I don't want hir to have nightmares!

[Lie] - Oh, good point

[TLOT] I presume he doesn't like you down here Lie?

[Lie] - I don't know, I've never gone down, I don't want to intrude on his space

[TLOT] Has fixed the punching bag and re-hangs it. - Sounds like a good policy. But you can peek if you want, since we're fixing things.

[Lie] Hesitates but does peek-

[Steve] Pokes a few keys on Cp's typewriter-

[Lie] - Well that's a nostalgic sound

[Steve] Smiles happily- It is satisfying, isn't it? - he types- 'Lie loves you' in the middle of a small paragraph of random characters.

[Lie] - Steve I suspect your doing something...

[Steve] Just making noise.

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sometimes you’re gay n sometimes you’re emo n sometimes you’re both n that’s okay.

it’s not even valentine’s day anymore where i am but here i am! 4 hours late on a school night w what might be the longest thing i have ever published?? isn’t inspiration incredible? anyways, thank you @velteris for being an angle and beta-ing this as i was writing it bc i don’t have self-control!! please go shower her w praise, she deserves it

or: rose seriously wonders how she managed to go from trying to kill a princess to bedding her

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Sometimes, Alisha feels like the kind of hero that Rose knows she should be. Rose swears that Alisha was never born, but instead leapt from the pages of a storybook trumpeting speeches about goodness and chivalry–possibly with her cape swirling behind her in a dramatic, wind seraph-assisted breeze. Rose could laugh herself sick at how stupid some of Hyland’s knights sound when they recite their vows before their princess, but when Alisha says it… well, that’s something else entirely.

Sometimes, Rose can’t help but feel as though she should never have made Alisha her squire. Alisha deserves better than Rose tumbling in through her bedroom window in the dark hours of the night, crusted with travel dust and blood. Alisha deserves better than an reckless disaster of a Shepherd who only visits to drag her away from her home to chase after hellions and resolve the latest threat of the month. Alisha deserves the kind of Shepherd that Sorey was, kind and noble and heroic, and Rose spends more time than she likes to admit thinking about what shenanigans they could have gotten up to: a trio of humans and their pack of seraphim adventuring around Glenwood, carefree without the Age of Chaos breathing down their necks.

Sometimes, Rose thinks that she doesn’t deserve a place in Alisha’s bed, much less her heart. Alisha sleeps with her back to Rose, and on less maudlin nights Rose would curl into her, wrap an arm around her waist and press her cheek against a warm, muscled shoulder. But tonight, even the way Alisha’s perfect hair coils against the pillows sends Rose’s heart plummeting down to her stomach, an iron ball of anxiety that feels like a kick right in the abdomen. Rose shouldn’t be here. A Shepherd and her squire sound perfectly lovey-dovey in one of Lailah’s bawdy novels, but Alisha is a princess and the only aristocrat in all of Hyland even remotely worthy of making a claim to nobility, and Rose is… what? An over-glorified itinerant, battling her way from one part of the continent to the other.

Rose has no doubt that if Alisha knew she so much as entertained these self-deprecating thoughts–much less allowed them to run rampant in her mind whether Alisha is a star-speckled sky away or breathing softly beside her–she’d tackle Rose to the ground and dissolve away her fears with a well-timed monologue and maybe a few tears.

Or–that’s what the Alisha from years ago would do. Now, with the wound that Sorey’s sleep had dealt healed to an bruising ache, Alisha holds her head high, eyes fixed towards making a better future for Hyland, and doing an infinitely better job of it than the however-many royal brats ahead of her in the race for the throne. Rose doesn’t think that the Alisha of today would cry for her, anymore.

No–what Alisha would do is take her hand. Probably press a kiss to the knuckles too, like the overly-gallant goof that she is. And then Alisha would–ugh–validate her, firm and earnest and altogether too loving for Rose to handle, banishing her sniveling insecurities to the corner of her mind to lurk, licking their wounds, waiting until a time when Alisha’s silver tongue isn’t there to chase them away.

So Rose keeps quiet. She stares at Alisha’s back, pale in the moonlight. This close, Rose can see the gooseflesh that pebbles her skin; Rose tugs the blanket higher over Alisha’s shoulders, a nagging guilt gnawing at her chest.

Alisha opens her house, her heart, and all the resources of the Diphda family to Rose. She’s given Rose a place to always return to. The least she could do is be a decent bed-warmer, for all that she drags Alisha into filthy forests and life-threatening danger.

Rose eases herself into Alisha’s side, resting her cheek against a muscled shoulder. Alisha shifts, and her sleepy, insensible murmurs resound through her body and to Rose’s leaden heart. A hand brushes against her own–Rose swallows against the knot in her throat and squeezes her eyes shut, a flimsy bulwark against the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

It’s warm, pressed against Alisha’s back, but Rose hasn’t had a night this long in years.

“Rose?” She jerks her head up, spoon clattering against the side of the bowl. Alisha’s holding a bread roll. The afternoon sun catches the outline of her head, a brilliant stroke of gold in the shade of the patio, and Rose blinks rapidly, shocked out of her own thoughts.

Plastering a grin on her face, Rose salutes with the spoon. “Princess?” she offers, before dipping her head to slurp at her soup, grateful for the chance to compose herself.

“I was going to offer you some bread,” Alisha says, the fondness in her voice at odds with the crease in her brow. She gestures to the stack of rolls by Rose’s bowl. “But it seems as though I was a little too hasty. Are you feeling well, Rose?” Alisha retracts her hand and leans in, eyes roving across her face as if it holds every secret lost to time. “Usually, you all but clear the entire table by this time during a meal.”

“My appetite’s just taking its sweet time today, I think.” Rose snatches up a roll and dunks it into her soup. She winks at Alisha, chewing noisily. “Do you think it’s ‘cause I’m hungry for something else?”

Alisha sighs, elegant even in that exasperated gust. “Honestly, Rose. Saying such things over a meal?”

“A merchant needs to be opportunistic!”

“Well, you’re more familiar with such things than I am.” Alisha tilts her head, hair curling by the corners of her jaw. Rose shoves the rest of the bread in her mouth and swallows it down with her nerves. “Are you certain that you’re feeling well, Rose? I’ll only be reviewing petitions and letters, today. Perhaps you could rest and stay with me?” She sounds so hopeful, as though Rose could ever find it in her to deny this most simplest of requests.

All Alisha ever seems to want is for Rose to stay, to spend some time together. The days when Rose could find it within her to refuse or play off their relationship with ridiculous flirting are long gone.

So she grins, tries to be grateful that the seraphim aren’t there to shame her for dancing around the anxieties that keep her tossing and turning on the nights away from Alisha, and agrees.

Alisha’s resulting smile is almost enough to chase away the darkness writhing in her chest.

Rose rests her chin on the top of Alisha’s head and takes a deep, indulgent breath. In the luxury of her manor, Alisha can bathe with scented oils and cleansing gels, and Rose delights in every minute of the time spent soaking with her in the tub, comforted by the knowledge that even when she leaves, something of Alisha’s will follow her out into the wilds, even if it is just her scent.

It’s so pathetic. Rose feels almost like a clingy village girl from the smutty novels that Lailah sometimes giggles over, mooning over every little thing that brings her lover to mind. She likes having something that reminds her of Alisha when she’s off chasing the next hellion infestation. It’s a stupid flight of fancy that keeps the loneliness at bay for at least a few days. How ironic that Rose is so easily comforted by smelling like her despite being too afraid to ask Alisha, her own damn Squire, to come and fight with her.

Aaaand there she goes again, brooding when Alisha is literally in her arms, warm and solid as she tilts her head back against Rose’s chest.

“Hello,” Alisha murmurs, pressing her lips against Rose’s knuckles. Her hands enfold Rose’s, rubbing soothing circles against the back of her fingers. “How are you feeling?”

“Just bored.” Rose sticks her tongue out at the piles of papers on Alisha’s desk. “You’ve been writing for hours. Aren’t your hands cramped, or something?”

“It isn’t so bad. No worse than swinging my spear around during drills, at any rate.” She rises from her chair, an uncomfortable looking thing with no cushion and altogether too much gold foil etched into the wood. Rose accepts the kiss that Alisha presses into her cheek, and knows she’s screwed up when she pulls back far enough to see the way Alisha’s eyes narrow.

“Are you certain you feel better, Rose? You’ve been so quiet and still today. Have you fallen ill? Did something happen?”

“I told you, I’m fine, I’m fine!” Rose leans in, dipping her head to brush her lips against Alisha’s. She moves away, and Rose skims the corner of her mouth instead. “Sheesh,” Rose pouts, unease worming its way through her stomach. “Maybe your true name should have been ‘Worrywart Alisha’ instead.”

“I think I have cause to worry when you’ve been acting so unlike yourself. And trying to distract me from that, to boot!” Alisha huffs. She guides Rose to the couch, a overstuffed monstrosity compared to the deathtrap that is her office chair. Alisha kneels. “Please, just speak honestly, Rose. I’ve told you for years–I’ll support you through anything, no matter how awful.” Alisha’s eyes are so earnest, a world of love and affection in their brilliant depths. “All you need to do is tell me.”

She’s caught. She’s trapped. Her smile wavers and she knows Alisha sees, and she wants to say something flippant. Something Rose-like, something to make Alisha roll her eyes and stomp her feet, like she used to. Something to make Alisha laugh and diffuse the tension in the room, ease the concern that lines the corners of Alisha’s eyes and makes her look older than she has any reason to look.

Instead, Rose tucks her knees to her chest and scowls up a thundercloud, as brooding as Dezel had been back when he’d still had the breath to brood. And if Alisha hadn’t been concerned before…

“Rose?” she asks, and Rose sighs, pressing her forehead into her arms. What good is being a gadfly when the only person she really needs to trick won’t buy into her antics?

“Why are we doing this?” They’re the only ones in the room, but the quiet still manages to feel deafening, suffocating. Rose talks, if only to fill the silence and postpone Alisha’s response. “I mean–you’re a princess. I’m an assassin!” She laughs, the faintest hints of hysteria gurgling in her throat. “I’m the assassin that tried to kill you! And now we’re–even if we’re Shepherd and Squire, you let me into your bedroom in the middle of the night without question–”

“Because we’re lovers, Rose,” Alisha murmurs, worry pinching her brows together. Rose laughs, and her eyes prickle with burning tears.

“Lovers. Yeah. It’s been… gods, it’s been years now.” Her hand aches for the familiar weight of her dagger. Staring into its gleaming surface has always calmed her, always soothed the voices clamoring in her mind and focused her resolve. But her sheath is dangling from a hook meant to hang cloaks, and the battered hilts of her knives gleam dull and mocking by torchlight. And, also, maybe having a weapon in her hand during this conversation would give people the wrong idea. “Alisha, you’re a princess. The heir to the Diphda family. What the hell are you doing with an assassin in your bed?”

Nothing can stop the torrent of words now. It’s almost a relief to let the festering anxiety pour past her lips, Rose’s insecurities rearing their heads to snap at Alisha. “You could have something better. Someone better. Someone who doesn’t bust into your room smelling like Ladylake’s sewers and bleed all over the floor. Or upset you so much, or drag you out to fight hellions–not because she can’t handle the job, but because–” Rose takes a deep, shuddering breath. “–because she misses you but can’t even say it.”

She warbles out a laugh. “You’re just… so good, Alisha. And you’ve settled for a killer of a Shepherd who still wants to sink a knife into people’s throats when they piss her off. You deserve better than me, Alisha. I wish… I wish you’d hurry up and realize that.”

Rose doesn’t dare look up. She has the courage to dump years’ worth of rotting insecurities onto Alisha’s lap, but not enough to look at her face afterwards. Rose feels like an unfaithful spouse, slinking out of bed and back into her home, willing to do the deed but too fearful to–ah, fuck, she really needs to stop reading Lailah’s stupid novels. No matter how bored she is!

Alisha’s hands, warm and calloused and as familiar to Rose as the hilts of her daggers, grip her wrists. When Rose doesn’t respond, Alisha shifts and cups her face in her hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks. It’s soothing enough that Rose chances a glance at her.

Alisha’s eyes are swimming with tears. As much of a cryer as ever; Isylvia Amekia to the core. The sight finally breaks Rose, a tear trickling down her cheek, carefully wiped away by the pad of Alisha’s thumb.

“Rose,” Alisha says, voice tremulous. She takes a shuddering breath, lashes fluttering. “Rose, shall I slap you again?”

She stops breathing. “Uh?”

“Right here.” Alisha traces the curve of her cheekbone. “Just like in the Elaine Ruins.”

“What?! Wait, hang on, don’t slap me–!” On sheer instinct, Rose jerks away and holds up her arms to deflect an oncoming blow–but instead, Alisha pulls her in, enfolding her in an embrace that leaves them chest to chest. Rose stiffens, and every breath she takes pushes against Alisha. She swears she can feel her heart punching through her ribcage.

Alisha rubs circles into Rose’s back, the motion soothing despite the situation. Slowly, Rose unwinds, feeling a bit like a wild animal coaxed into taking food from someone’s hand. Alisha pulls away to kneel in the V of her legs–not an unfamiliar sight, though Rose doesn’t think that either of them were crying the last time they were in this position.

“Rose,” Alisha sighs, drying her cheeks with the heel of her hand. “Oh, Rose. How could anyone be better than you?” Rose doesn’t trust herself to say anything, and Alisha goes on, tracing senseless patterns on the outside of her thigh.

“You took on the burden of being a Shepherd in a time of chaos. You tried to look out for me after Maltran and after–” Alisha blinks rapidly, tears gathering at her lashes. “–after Sorey’s sacrifice. Everything you’ve done, you’ve done with the greater good in mind, and you care for me more than I thought anyone ever would. Rose, the better question is: how could I not love you?”

“You have bad taste?” Rose offers weakly. Alisha shakes her head, lips pressed tight with disapproval.

“I could marry a noble. Certainly, that is what my family would like.” Alisha scowls, like a storm cloud shadowing a sunny day. Her gaze pins Rose like a spear to the chest. “But Rose–no noble would have your character. No noble would have even half your goodness. And I speak from past experience when I say that no noble would love me as you do.

Alisha clutches Rose’s hands like a lifeline. “It doesn’t matter who I engage myself to, Rose. If it isn’t you, I would spend every moment pining for your heart.” Her freckled cheeks flare red, but Alisha powers through, as solidly determined as if she were orating a speech to the people of Hyland. “You are the Shepherd, and I don’t think that there is anything I could ever do or offer that would be sufficient repayment for the sacrifices that you’ve made to protect us.”

A hand grips Rose’s heart–repayment. Yeah, repayment. Years of pulling Alisha around, of having her charge into battle to clean up some mess that Rose should have been able to handle–and Alisha thinks that she needs to repay her for her selfishness?

As if sensing her thoughts, Alisha squeezes Rose’s hands a little too tightly to be comfortable. Her hands are clammy and her eyes welling with tears. “But before I am your Squire, I am your lover! And if you think that I’m going to let you say these things about yourself, you are sorely mistaken.”

“I think you’ve been reading too many of Lailah’s stupid romance novels, Princess.” Rose rubs her cheek against her shoulder, drying her tears with her shirt. A smile pulls at her lips, and Alisha’s face lights up at the sight–honestly, Rose swears that she could illuminate the entire manor, if she felt like it.

“Yes, well–don’t think I haven’t seen you sneaking some from my library. I believe Lady Edna and Lord Zaveid enjoy them as well.” Rose chuckles weakly, and Alisha goes on, as if her words could draw out Rose’s laughter like water from a well. “And… as overly sentimental as I may have seemed, I do treasure you, Rose. Truly.”

And yeah–Rose knows that. She does. If there’s one thing she doesn’t doubt, it’s that Alisha loves her. That Alisha loves Rose at all–that, she has an issue with. What kind of princess falls for the woman who tried to kill her? It’s foolish for an assassin to entertain such thoughts, but Rose’s hand spasms when she thinks about what could have been–that she could have snuffed out Hyland’s guiding light, a girl so good that she makes Rose want to be better and do better by being in her presence.

The voices have quieted over the years, but when Rose feeds her anxieties in the dead of night, they flare up and roar like one of Lailah’s most volatile flames, and Rose’s good sense burns under the assault.

But Rose can’t bear to admit that, not when Alisha is looking at her like her fate rests on the backs of whatever she’ll say next. She leans down and presses her lips to Alisha’s forehead, willing as much of her love–flawed as it is–into the kiss and praying to every power she knew that Alisha would understand.

“I love you too, you sap.” This time, it’s Rose’s turn to be gallant. She lifts Alisha’s hands and kisses every one of her knuckles, and Alisha lets out a huffing laugh, amused by the reversal. “Don’t think I say that enough, honestly.”

“Then I’ll say it enough for the both of us.” Alisha settles on her knees, wincing as the joints crack. “Besides, I can feel how much you care in everything you do for me. If you suddenly start showering me with words of love, I’d insist that Lord Mikleo or Lady Lailah check you for illness!”

“Wouldn’t that be fun to explain.” Rose leans against the wall, settling into her skin. Alisha sits at ease–she rests her cheek against Rose’s thigh, tracing aimless patterns on the back of her hand.

Rose feels–not better, exactly, but her fears aren’t breathing down her neck anymore. It’s like she’s had a bucket of ice water poured over her head during a hot day. Her thoughts are clearer and the anxiety curdling her innards has eased its iron grip.

She twists a lock of golden hair around her fingers, biting down a snort as it springs back into a perfect curl when she releases it. Even after years of waking up to a rumpled Alisha or even deliberately running her hands through her hair during wilder moments, Rose still doesn’t know the secret behind her ridiculous hair. Or maybe there isn’t a secret. Maybe her hair just stays that way because it’s Alisha.

Rose is about to ask, fiddling with the ribbon in Alisha’s ponytail, when someone knocks smartly and throws open the door.

“Your Highness, pardon the–oh, goodness.” One of newer members of Alisha’s squadron clutches at her chest, eyes wide. Her skin flares with a blush that’s almost as iridescent as Alisha’s. Rose cackles–it’d figure that Alisha’s squadron would take after their princess. The knight’s gaze fixes on her boots. “I–oh, oh goodness. Forgive me, I didn’t mean to interrupt–! P-Pardon.”

The poor girl bows out of the room, almost tripping in her eagerness to burn a hole into the floor. The door clicks shut, and Rose laughs when Alisha groans into their joined hands.

“I know your personal staff can keep secrets, but we’d better hope your knights are just as tight-lipped.” Rose wheezes as Alisha rises to sit beside her. A strong arm curls around her waist, pulling her in, and Rose rests her head against Alisha, shaking with laughter.

“Unfortunately, my knights gossip like clucking hens. But I don’t think this is something to worry about.” Alisha smiles, and even with her eyes puffy from crying add her nose tinged a faint red, she’s still so radiant. Melphis Amekia, Isylvia Amekia–her princess, her Alisha. Despite everything, Rose manages a smile at her own sappiness. “I… I’ve been meaning to ask you something, anyways. If you were amenable, would you consider going…?”

“–Steady?” Rose asks, unable to keep herself from teasing. “It’s a bit late to ask that, don’t you think?”

“Public,” corrects Alisha. She cocks her head, playful. “It’d be a relief to no longer fend off marriage proposals at every gala I attend…”

Rose’s heart hammers in her chest. She swallows, throat dry, and tries to match the cheery gleam in Alisha’s eye. “I dunno… princess and the heir to the Diphda family, together with some merchant? I think your citizens would have a few issues with their idol shacking up with someone like that.”

“Not just a merchant, Rose.” Alisha bumps her nose against her cheek and seems delighted when Rose crinkles her nose. “But a Shepherd who fought to save us from the Age of Chaos, and one of most genuinely good people in all of Glenwood. As I said before–there is no one else who could make me half as happy as you do, and… and I want the world to know that.”

Rose looks at their clasped hands, and then back at Alisha–still smiling, still radiant.

Melphis Amekia, Isylvia Amekia–her princess, her Alisha.

“I think we really need to stop reading Lailah’s books,” Rose says, leaning in to kiss the sweet curve of Alisha’s smile.

#rose (toz)#alisha diphda #tales of zestiria #roseali #rosali #toz #...... almost 4k words im going 2 go cry now #peents writes #this isnt even for roseali week i was just so consumed by thirst that i smashed this out instead of what i was going to work on tonight #ive been reading a lot of lucisev n laughing myself silly over the last two rose-centered episodes so i think that kinda shows in the fic #love the sad tortured redheads/princesses n ships #thank u sarah for introducing me 2 the tales series but also why sarah #n thanks 2 velt for dealing w my bizarre 3am metaphors n lookin out for my sentence variation i owe you my life #anyways i hope u all had a happy valentines day #also the lailah book thing wss a product of a p hilarious conversation w sarah when we were watching ep.... 15?#listen. homegirl is a Mom n spent years stuck w that sword. shes bored. let her entertain herself #n its not like everyone else wouldnt enjoy the books for their own reasons #picture: edna sighing at every mention of heaving bosoms

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