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unclezuko · 8 years

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smoke & sugar

(backstory for @orokay‘s lovely 1940s ladies baseball au! affectionately known as: the time myr visits her cousin sani at work & magic happens.)

the world is watercolor when myria closes up shop, oil on her cheek and jumpsuit sleeves rolled up to her elbows. she pushes her hair back and sighs, her hands stained and bruised where she wipes them on an ugly tea towel. she doesn’t hate her job, not really, at least. there’s something she loves about her work, a fondness born from old, broken bikes and her father’s film photographs, from the obnoxious lettering of war posters featuring women with sugar-sweet smiles. something that puts fuel in her heart and food on the table despite the aches and early mornings.

(but if she gets to visit sani between shifts, indulge in laughter and a coffee fix to chase the blooming headache, she doesn’t complain. not a word.)

sani leans over the counter conspiratorially, pushing a coffee into myria’s hands. “rough day?”

myria snorts and glares into its depths. “could be a hell of a lot worse.”

sani works afternoons at a little malt shop in town, serving sweets to rude locals with a patience that myria can only dream of. she’d spent hot days there before the war, trailing mud through the doors and treating her old team to milkshakes and leaving with pine needles and cigarette smoke in her hair, having been chewed out again by sani’s boss for trying to smoke inside.

there are times when she misses playing. the magic and the warm evenings and the cleats caked in dirt, how she’d dig her heels into the earth and just be. the darktown darlings were bad news and she’d known it from the start, knew it the way lovers know heartbreak when she spat a mouthful of blood and quit the team eight months later, nursing a split lip, and bruised ribs, and a wild sense of loss. betrayal. disbelief.

she wrinkles her nose. there isn’t a bone in her body that misses them.

they melt into comfortable silence, and she turns herself over to the hum of chatter and the sound of a preloved record player. she’s watching sani move between booths, charming customers and wiping soda spills when a person with honeyed hair and gold skin enters, puts an unlit cigarette between her teeth and leans over the counter to myr’s left. sani manages to keep steady conversation with myr while taking the newcomer’s order and preparing her drink, full of light laughter and rolled eyes and words thrown over her shoulder.

“watch it, tabris.”

“only if you promise not to sing.”

myria empties her mug and turns out her pockets, mutters, “shit, all out of gum” under her breath. before she can ask, the newcomer slides a pack of cheap gum across the counter, and myr breathes a “hey, thanks” in return.

by the time the stranger speaks, the words she says are enough to make myr’s hands pause. “the darlings, huh?”

myr raises an eyebrow and tears the stick of gum in half with her teeth, eyes narrowing as she chews. “what of it?”

the stranger smiles, reveals sharp eyes and sharper teeth. “call me arte.” she pauses to tuck the unlit cigarette behind her ear. if her last words made myr pause the next ones make her blood sing, loud & powerful with a spell she hadn’t known she’d forgotten. “the wicked graces could use a center fielder.”

sani grins when myr looks at her, and in the smallest motion tilts her head at the discarded bubblegum wrapper beneath myr’s hand, eyes alight.

myr smooths the wrapper down when her eyes are drawn to something there, in the folds of the side still dusted with pink sugar, written in smudged black ink. she looks up at arte who studies her between sips of her shake, all wordless intensity and the ghost of a smirk on her lips. her eyes dance in the dying light.

when myr smirks back, it’s deadly. she pops her gum.

“sign me up.”

(that night she dreams in nine innings, the memorized time and place on the wrapper returning the half-forgotten rush to her blood.)

#arte belongs to the lovely @orokay #1940's ladies baseball au #artemesia mahariel #myria tabris #my writing #art fart #i wrote this ages ago and kept forgetting to post it ahh #mine

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rnangopantsu · 8 years

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otp challenge: day 2

i decided to do something with my free time and finally get around to posting day 2 of the otp challenge im doing with @orokay!

Pairing: Opal Tabris & Artemesia Mahariel (belongs to orokay)

this one involves several of my friends’ ocs from the @ladieswithbats au!

keela belongs to @capt-spangles, stane belongs to @titherdel, anthra belongs to @arkvenor, dita belongs to @wardencommanderdita, traesa belongs to @sportivory, myr belongs to @elfgrrl, rhoda belongs to @imekari-raas, luna belongs to @arellasmercy

♡ day 2 - sharing a milkshake ♡

It was sunny day, with big, fluffy clouds dotting the bright blue sky. Opal checked her watch as she glided down the sidewalk. It was a Saturday, which meant practice started at noon today. They were probably already starting, doing some light jogging while the latecomers trickled in. Opal sighed in obvious dismay. She hated to be missing practice - she hardly ever did. But this interview was important, and one of Opal's colleagues had put in a good word for her. She needed this. Pushing her wistful thoughts of practice aside, she focused on her talking points for the interview and reviewed them in her head. A sense of anxiety hummed underneath her skin, but she carefully pushed it down. She had this. She could do this. Feeling better after her small mental peptalk, she pushed through the doors of the building and put on her best smile.

The sun still shined bright when Opal exited the building, but it felt out of place now. She sighed, pushing her hair out of her face. "We'll contact you if we have any other positions open up," he'd said. I don't want another position, I wanted this one, she thought to herself, unable to keep the chagrin off her face. With another sigh, she started down the sidewalk towards home. She didn't get far. "Hey," a familiar voice called out, "Are you just gonna ignore me?" Opal's eyes flickered up from the sidewalk to see she almost walked right past Arte. She furrowed her brows a bit. "Oh. Sorry, I didn't see you," she apologized absently, before continuing. "What are you doing here?" Arte pushed off the wall she was leaning against. "Waiting for you. You took forever. I thought I was gonna die of boredom." Opal couldn't muster a smile, even for her. "No one told you you had to wait for me," she said, then catching herself, exhaled and brought a hand up to her face. "Sorry. That was rude. I just... I didn't get the job." Arte looked surprised, then furrowed her brows. "God, they're stupid. Like anyone else would work half as hard for them as you would," she muttered, eyeing the building. "Well, evidently I wasn't good enough." Opal felt a bitter taste rise in her throat as the words came out of her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that, but with the amount of times she'd been rejected lately, she certainly felt that way. Arte's lips pressed into a flat line. "Bullshit," was her only response as she went to Opal's side and pressed a hand to the small of her back. "C'mon, I know what you need." "I kinda just want to go home, actually," Opal started, but Arte stopped her there. "No, you're just gonna mope. You're coming with me, like it or not." Opal looked defeated. "You're basically kidnapping me," she said, with no real force behind the words. "No, I am kidnapping you. Let's go." Opal let Arte guide her, still stewing in her own disappointment. She couldn't keep herself from over-analyzing the interview, thinking if she'd said something else or not said another thing then she wouldn't have blown it. It was useless, and she was just thinking in circles, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. She had no idea why Arte would want to be around her right now - she knew better than anyone how down Opal could get in the face of inadequacy. Was it out of pity? The thought made Opal sour a bit. She didn't need anyone else's pity - she pitied herself enough for everyone. She couldn't keep herself from releasing another sigh, probably the millionth one since she was turned down. Opal managed to pull herself from her own mind enough to recognize the direction they were going. "Arte, I'm not hungry--" "You don't have to eat. Just come on," Arte interrupted. Opal shot her a look that went unacknowledged, letting her pull her along. Sure enough, Flo's Diner came into view, the colorful retro sign pointing right to the restaurant. Opal felt a little better at the thought of seeing Flo, but the thought of being asked about the interview made her miserable again. She didn't want to talk to anyone, she wanted to go home and sulk in peace. Arte pushed open the door, holding it open for Opal. Opal eyed her suspiciously as she walked by before she felt something smack her ass. She turned to scowl at Arte who was already walking past her, an innocent look on her face. Opal hesitated before following, rubbing her butt as she went. They went towards the back of the diner, and as the approached the far corner booth, Opal wasn't surprised to see it packed with the Wicked Graces. They were all talking casually as she and Arte approached them until Myr glanced up. Immediately, she stood up, looking somewhere else. "Keela!" Opal blinked in confusion, turning her head to see Keela and Stane over by the jukebox. At Myr's call, Keela slid a nickel into the jukebox, and Stane pressed a button. Keela smiled sheepishly and waved at Opal just as a song started playing. "Arte, what--" "You can run like a rabbit, fly like a bee, no matter what you do you'll never get away from me 'cause I'm right behind you, baaaby, right behind you baaaby, oh I'm right behind you baby and you're never gonna get away." Suddenly, Opal was surrounded by the team, and all of them were.... dancing? She blinked, bewildered. "Guys, what--" She felt a hand grab hers, and looked to see Dita, who was grinning widely. "C'mon, Opal, dance!" Opal stared at her, feeling a nervous laugh bubble up. "What are you guys doing?" Another hand clasped her free one, and she looked to see Anthra, moving in perfect sync with the upbeat music. "What does it look like? Dance with us!" Opal laughed again, feeling herself slightly move with the beat despite herself. Dita and Anthra danced with her, the girls around them dancing with each other as well. Opal felt a giant grin split across her face as she got more into it, letting herself dance fully now. She heard whoops and cheers from all directions as she did so, making her laugh even louder. Throughout the song, she was passed from partner to partner. Myr swept in first, taking either hand and pulling Opal closer, a grin on her face as they danced together. She twirled Opal, releasing her hands just in time for Rhoda to catch them, a smirk on her face. On they danced, Opal moving with a deliriously happy grin on her face. They planned all this for her, to cheer her up. She felt her heart swell just as she caught sight of Artemesia, who was watching her with a smug look on her face. There was no way she wasn't the mastermind behind this. She weaved through the crowd of her dancing teammates until she got to Arte. "Told you--" Arte began, but she wouldn't get the chance to finish, because Opal grabbed her arm and yanked her into the crowd, taking both of her hands and dancing with her. Arte looked surprised for only a second before snickering, lacing her fingers through Opal's as she began dancing in sync with her. The team erupted into whooping at their captain's joining. The end of the song was approaching, and everyone seemed to be really giving it their all - some dancing terribly and some dancing fantastically. Opal's heart was soaring as Ray Smith belted out the last lines, and at the very end, everyone struck a ridiculous pose. They held it for a second before they all burst out laughing. Opal's cheeks were beginning to ache from smiling so much as they surrounded her with their own grins. "Nice show, girls," Flo's voice rang in over the uproar, and the crowd parted enough to see the diner's owner. "Now, do you want those free milkshakes or what? Go sit down so I can get them to you!" The team made their way to their giant round booth, all of them piling in Opal looked around - Stane and Keela had joined them, and Traesa sat on the booth top, lighting up a cigarette. Luna was smiling, leaning over the table to stub her own cigarette out. When she met Opal's eyes, she gave her a good-natured wink. "So, was it a surprise or what?" Myr suddenly spoke over all of them, looking to Opal with a confident grin on her face. Opal laughed a bit. "It was. I thought Arte was gonna make me watch her eat fries, not a flash mob." "Nice dancing, Opal," Dita chimed in, "you should come with me to parties." "Yeah, we don't see you dance very often. Nice," Anthra remarked. "Well I think we all know the best dancer here," Opal mused, turning to look at Arte, who sat beside her. Arte was just finishing taking a drag of Traesa's cigarette, and in response, leaned back, her hands behind her head as she smirked. "I was pretty amazing, despite being held back by you." Opal's eyebrows shot up. "Oh? I was holding you back, was I? Well, please, go ahead and dance for us all." The team erupted, all of them voicing their agreement, and Arte cracked one eye open, before closing it again. "I don't think you guys could handle me." Arte was saved by Flo, who came with a tray full of milkshakes that absorbed everyone's attention. She passed them out, each milkshake with two straws, instructing the team to share as everyone thanked and complimented her. As the team clamored over milkshakes, switching around their flavors and arguing with those who wouldn't switch, Opal pinched the tip of her straw, turning to look at Arte a bit. "So, am I to assume this was all your doing?" she asked, leaning forward to sip some of the milkshake. Arte leaned forward as well, putting her elbows on the table. "I am pretty brilliant," she confirmed, her hazel eyes holding Opal's as she drank from their milkshake. Opal wanted to say something, some sort of quip in return to the arrogant response, but she didn't. Instead, she watched Arte suck her straw for a while. Suddenly, on an impulse, she brushed some of Arte's hair away from her face before pressing her lips to her cheek. She lingered there for a second before finally pulling back. Arte, who had tensed at the sudden kiss, now stared at Opal. "Thank you," Opal murmured softly, affection glowing in her eyes at the other girl. What she did to deserve a friend like Arte, she couldn't tell, but she knew that she couldn't ever take her for granted. Arte's lips were still on the straw, though she wasn't drinking, still surprised from the kiss, from what Opal could tell. She smiled softly, taking her own straw without looking away. Finally, Arte broke the gaze, a subtle blush settling over her cheeks, her lips curling a bit upwards around the straw. Opal's heart ached at how cute she was. Under the table, she took Arte's hand out of nothing more than the desire to touch her. Arte's hand closed around hers, and Opal smiled. Who needed a stupid job when she had the best team in the world behind her? She looked around at them all, chatting animatedly among themselves. She loved them all, so very dearly. And Arte. Especially Arte.

#1940's ladies baseball au #opal tabris #artemesia mahariel #otp challenge #my work #oo boy #that took so long #hours #i hope you guys like it!!!!!!#im really sorry if i mischaracterized anyone lmao

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glitterfang · 8 years

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oc kiss week #2! @orokay‘s gorgeous artemesia mahariel & my jillian hawke! thanks for wanting your babe to kiss my babe!

#gillian hawke #artemesia mahariel #orokay #dragon age oc #dragon age #oc kiss week 2016 #ockiss16 #i think i got her tattoos right but i'm not 100% sure #they're wearing modern clothes #don't question it #not my oc #but #is

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pastelliuni · 9 years

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“Well will you at least name her after me?” “Why on earth would I do that?” “The real question is why wouldn’t you?”

Artemesia belongs to orokay Iskra belongs to me

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orokay · 4 years

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A5 or E4 for Arte or Opal? :0

#like momther like son #they both marry strong independent women who can pick them up and throw them into the sun #and that's so sexy of them #my art #opal tabris #artemesia mahariel #dragon age #dragon age origins #dao #Anonymous #not art

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acathea · 4 years

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Based on this. The girls take a trip for Anthra’s 17th birthday and coming of age :P

While it’s one week early, this is for the anniversary of the day me and @orokay started talking, the day Arte and Anthra became sisters. I really can’t see Anthra without Arte now, and I think she’s a much better character because of it. Alyse is an amazing friend and I cherish her very much.

#mahariel #orokay #dragon age #dao #art #digital art #fanart #my art #videogames #artemesia mahariel #anthra mahariel #dfkjhdkjf i had so much fun drawing ittt

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mrmothedman · 9 years

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Quick sketch of orokay‘s Artemesia because I’m in the “draw other people’s characters” mood. I kinda like the brush I used for coloring her hair...

please ignore her vallaslin it looks horrible

#orokay #artemesia mahariel #magikena draws #dragon age

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rnangopantsu · 8 years

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otp challenge: day 1

yay im doing a collab otp challenge thing w/ alyse where she does some art and i do some writing!! :’)) today was “a selfie together” and its paired with this beautiful piece!!!

Pairing: Opal Tabris & Artemesia Mahariel (belongs to @orokay)

♡ day 1 - a selfie together ♡

There were exactly six days before Arte left.

Opal stared at the calendar, mouth a taut line and eyebrows slightly furrowed. Her eyes flickered over the boxes that marked the day once more, just to see if she miscounted, but she hadn’t. Her eyes lingered on the date she was to leave. It had a cloudy bubble around its square, decorated with flowers, as well as the words ‘Arte goes to US!” in Opal’s hand. She had been excited when she did that, back when the day felt so far away and the entire world felt illuminated by Arte’s giant grin after learning she’d been accepted into the college. Now she couldn’t dredge up even a sliver of excitement. All she felt was sadness and dread now, and they sat like a rock in her stomach.

How’s that saying go? Fake it ‘til you make it, right?

Opal bit back a sigh and crossed out yesterday’s box with a large X before leaving her room. The TV was on in the living room, some odd Spanish soap opera on, but Opal’s attention didn’t stay on it for long. Arte was on her knees in front of the dryer, a bunch of clothes strewn around her as she rummaged around inside. A wry smirk pulled at Opal’s lips as she strolled over, then, in a quick motion, slammed her hand against the top, the entire machine vibrating from the impact.

“What the fuck,” Arte’s muffled voice came from inside before she pulled her head out. When she saw Opal, she scowled. “Fuck you. What was that for?”

Opal gestured to the clothes on the floor. “I knew you weren’t going to pick them up, so I decided to exact my revenge now,” she said with a deadpan face.

Arte growled, sticking her pinky into her ear and wiggling it. “You don’t know that. I was planning on picking them up.”

“But you weren’t gonna, and you know it,” Opal replied in a matter-of-fact voice as she hauled herself on top of the dryer and settling into a criss-cross position. “Why are you tearing apart our laundry?”

Arte held her sour look a moment longer before she gave up on that and continued to sift through the clothes. “I’m looking for my bikini top. The black one that make my boobs look great. You seen it?”

Opal quirked her lips, her eyes drifting up as she thought on it. “I think the last time I saw it was hanging on the shower head.” Her gaze flitted back down. “Why?”

Arte made a half-assed attempt to throw some of the clothes back in the dryer but ultimately just got up and stepped over the pile as she head towards the bathroom. She seemed purposefully oblivious to the glare Opal was shooting at her back. “I want to wear it today,” was her simple response, and Opal rolled her eyes as she pushed herself off the dryer and began gathering the clothes on the floor. Soon after, she heard a victorious noise emit from the bathroom, and assumed her guess was correct.

Arte walked out of the bathroom, holding the bikini top out in front of her by a string. “I wanna go out. I was thinking the beach.” She handed the dripping wet garment to Opal and yanked off her shirt, turning her back to Opal. Opal didn’t miss a beat and tied the top strings, then the bottom strings, ignoring Arte’s small yelp as the cold, wet cloth touched her skin.

Opal’s mind drifted to the beach. It’d been a while since they’d gone, and she did sorely miss her Greece’s beaches. She felt herself smile a bit at the idea. She loved their little dates, and maybe it could get her mind off what was to come. “Alright, I’m down,” Opal finally said as Arte adjusted the swimsuit top.

“Hurry up and get ready then,” Arte told her, a grin pulling at her lips. Opal rolled her eyes with a smirk and pushed Arte out of her way. As she was walking away, she felt something smack her ass - hard - and whipped around, a deadly glare ready. Arte was already booking it towards the door, laughing to herself like she was the most hilarious thing in the world. Opal pressed her lips together in an attempt to smother the laugh bubbling up in her throat.

What a fucking dork, she thought fondly to herself as she made her way to the bedroom. Her face split into a huge grin despite herself. This was gonna be great.

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“Stop drawing penises on me with sunscreen,” Opal growled, snatching the bottle from Arte.

Arte, who had been snickering to herself, now looked at Opal with a gaping mouth, as if offended. “I wasn't!”

Opal narrowed her eyes, gesturing to her stomach which had a crude phallus smeared over the skin in sunscreen. Arte lifted a hand to smother her laugh before crossing her arms, trying to keep her face straight.

“It was an accident... I didn’t ask for these artistic abilities,” she declared indignantly.

Opal gave her A Look before rubbing the sunscreen in, which made Arte gasp, then whisper “my masterpiece” under her breath. Opal smirked, then smeared some of the white lotion onto Arte’s shoulder.

It was a cloudy day, yet still warm with a cool, refreshing breeze. The water was choppy and a little less vibrant of a blue than normal, but to Opal, it was still a beautiful day. Maybe it was just the present company that made her think that, though.

They spread out a blanket in the sand, large enough to where they could put all their stuff and still sprawl out together. While Opal finished setting everything out, Arte went to go test the water. After Opal finished, she sat down, her eyes trailing to Arte. A faint smile appeared on her face, but it faded a bit. All she could see was the calendar, that dreaded day staring back at her. Arte turned around, the wind blowing some of her hair into her face as she looked over the horizon. For some reason, Opal felt like she couldn't breathe at the sight. Whether it was the way Arte looked in that moment or the paralyzing sadness at the thought of not seeing her every day or both, she couldn't tell. Arte met her eyes and they stared at each other for a moment, and Opal wondered if it was on her mind, too.

Arte started padding back over to her, and Opal averted her gaze, fussing with the towels as if suddenly it was the most important thing in the world that they were straight. Arte was too good at reading Opal, and she didn't want her stupid melancholy ruining their date.

Arte plopped down haphazardly onto the blanket, wrinkling it as well as getting sand on it. Opal furrowed her brows, muttering a "watch it" as she tried to dust the sand off the blanket."Water feels good. Are you getting in?" she asked as she rummaged through the picnic basket.

"I planned to. Get out of there, you know you're not supposed to eat before you swim, right?"

Arte scoffed, continuing her search. "Whatever, rules are for losers." She pulled out the digital camera Opal packed, turning it over in her hand before lifting it up to Opal. "Did you pack this to take hot pics of me in my bikini?"

Opal smiled just a bit, taking it from Arte to look at it herself. "You caught me," she said, a little too quiet to be considered normal. Opal mentally slapped herself - she had to pull it together.

Opal could feel Arte staring at her out of her peripheral, but didn't look up from the camera. She wanted to put on a face, pretend like nothing was wrong. And she usually could, too - and excelled at it. But she couldn't pretend this time, not even for Arte. She sniffed a bit, suddenly angry at herself for making herself sad like this.

"I don't... have to go," Arte suddenly said. Opal looked up in alarm, and this time Arte wouldn't look at her. "Swimming. If you don't feel like it..." Her voice was quiet and barely above a mumble.

Opal stared at her for a long moment. She had a funny feeling Arte wasn't talking about swimming.

For a second she wanted to say "yes, stay, don't go" and she almost did but... She remembered that giant grin on Arte's face the day she figured out she was accepted. She remembered how happy seeing her like that made her. This meant so much to Arte, but she was willing to give that up for Opal?

Opal reached out, turning Arte's face towards her with a tender look in her face. "You're going swimming. I don't care if the water is freezing, you're going," she murmured softly, tenderly, a soft smile on her lips.

Arte furrowed a brow a little bit, searching Opal's eyes. Opal leaned forward and kissed her hard. It took Arte a second, but she melted into it, and Opal felt her smile against her lips and smiled back.

Suddenly Arte pulled her into her lap, and Opal laughed a bit before Arte reclaimed her lips again. A fiery love burned inside Opal and poured into Arte, burning up all the sadness and fear inside of her. No matter what was to come, no matter how far apart they were, nothing could get in between what they had - Opal was never so sure of anything in her life.

She felt Arte's hand sneak up her torso and rest on her boob, then she gave a squeeze. "Honk, honk," Arte said in a nasally voice against her lips, grinning wide. Opal laughed out loud, pushing her hand away before grabbing her by her shirt and pulling Arte closer as they continued to kiss.

Somewhere she was distantly aware the clouds had parted enough to let the sun shine. It was entirely fitting, like the clouds were lifting from Opal's heart and mind. She felt Arte turning her head, and pouted a bit until she realized Arte was holding out a camera towards them.

"Say 'tiddies'!" Arte declared, wrinkling her nose.

Opal leaned against Arte, squeezing one of her eyes shut. "Tiddies!" she chimed with a huge smile, making Arte laugh.

She clicked the picture, then pulled the camera back to look at it. "Fuck yeah, you can see my shirt!" Arte exclaimed proudly, admiring the small text.

"And my boobs," Opal added in an amused fashion.

"Nice," Arte said, an evil-looking grin on her face. She tossed the camera off to the side, grabbing Opal again. "Now, c'mere, Hot Tits," she growled, pulling her to her lips.

Opal snickered against her lips, kissing her back passionately. Her whole body tingled, her head felt light, and she knew that every ounce of her loved this damn girl she kissed. Opal knew she would miss Arte like all hell, but she knew it'd be worth all the heartache just to see Arte happy.

...Plus, how crazy would their sex be when they saw each other after being apart for so long?

#they're horrible #i love them so fucking much #gay wardens au #opal tabris #artemesia mahariel #modern au #my work

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