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sharpen-jadescythe · 3 years

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A Little Bit of Ly’vell In My Life

Lord Ly’vell Autumnspire has a real gift for making people fall in love again.

I know what love is. There is someone I have strong feelings for that you all already know about. But they say every time you fall in love, it’s different. Today, it feels like one ‘amour’ of mine, as he would call it, is as deep, as beautifully aqua-blue as her hair, and as all-encompassing, as mighty and unstoppable as the ocean beneath me—let’s say if I was stranded on the raft of life? A lone man orphaned with hardly anything to call his own, trapped on the water’s surface? Yes, she would give me respite from the boiling sun, tempt me to give into the waves, be a merman swimming alongside her beautifully together. Jiroki’s great gift is to let me get lost in that magnificent, stormy soul of hers and transform myself in that way. But this second love with Ly’vell, it’s like the vast sky up above, air flowing in from all over. Carrying birds, pollen and all the infinitesimal stuff of life, salt, or tears—who knows. But it’s all his potential, all the hope of a new love for life in his smile, that takes us high, way up there. The way Ly’vell loves, I could stand on that rocking raft alone, then lift up on my toes and reach, get snatched up and away forever. Actually fly. Far, far off. Perhaps one day, up into the stars. That world of Ly’vell’s love is always above my head and it is as pale and serene as his mane of white hair, snow waiting to fall soft, just for us.

So this is in case you were wondering about my love life right now, if you’ve noticed I was also spending time with a certain handsome someone. Sky and sea, green sea or white sky—however I can get you to understand how there are two people in my heart; and I hope that I’ve come close. Love above me and love beneath. I am delighted by two wonderful people at the moment. And now, it’s time I told you about Ly’vell.

I’m a crazy, hiking, nature-loving Night Elf guy that likes to impulsively get up at o’dark thirty (ask another SI:7 Seal what that means sometime). What was I up to so early in the morning? I have a strong instinct to go hunting some days, and I think I stepped out of the portal in Stormwind, you know the mage tower? Right about at sunrise, I’d say. No other fools like me should have been up, let alone exist in all of Elune’s creation. Or so I assumed. The morning light—like I’d dreamed it, white as snow. And the stained glass windows also in the hall were starting to paint pastels on the floor at our feet. Ours. His fine leather boots, and then my dusky ones. I knew he was a rogue before I even looked at him. You have to get good at these things in a fight, and a part of your mind is always ready when you’re a soldier. But this other Night Elf man’s cologne made me look up his legs in a different kind of way, you know what I mean, and enjoy taking a good long look at him. Tall him and all that gorgeous white hair swept behind his strong shoulders. I let out a breath. We were passing by each other for only a fleeting moment and I had no idea what to say. You know that voice in your head that tells you someone is far too attractive to even bother with because surely they’re already taken or have something better to do? Someone other than you? Well, I’m Sharpen Jadescythe as you know, so I did my typical himbo-fumble-through-anything-at-all.

“Nice blades.”

I meant his daggers. I instantly felt like a complete idiot though because I knew he was a rogue, I felt sure he was, but those were definitely spell-blades. I’m a blacksmith, I make all kinds of weapons but magical ones have always eluded me. You need enchantments, special reagents, an affinity for spells. These intricately patterned, reddish-purple blades hummed with subtle energy that I could now feel between us. The cross guard was somehow split in two. These elegant pieces were one with the blade, yet not. They spun apart, then revolved back in, tight, as if a child were pulling them on a yo-yo string. I must have ended up watching Ly’vell’s hips like a cat. His hand rested lightly over the perfectly matched spell-blade on is right side, where it was hitched into his belt.

I looked up. I think we finally got to swapping our names by then. But Ly’vell was grinning at me like he knew far better what was going on. At the same time, I got the sense that I wasn’t going to get off that easy. Not to make a dirty joke, but seriously--in this barely discernable language that was only starting to build between us two men, a dialect of looks exchanged, resting on a back foot and holding back, the flicker at the edge of a smile, a subtle purr escaping one’s throat, Ly’vell was already telling me that it wasn’t going to be easy and it wasn’t free.

What’s my typical Sharpen energy, what I naturally put out there, then? That I’m completely free and easier than tripping over a rock to fall face-first? Into love, I hope. All I know for sure is that I cleared my throat several times. I wish to goddess I could remember exactly what we said other than it was about a dagger, or who got clever first, then who finally made it about romance or whatever we both honestly wanted to get up to, and at that early in the morning ontop of everything else. Goddess, we both must have been very horny to start falling into steamy conversation in the Stormwind mage tower! I believe it went from a compliment, to my knees feeling weak, and him pressing his advantage fast, somehow standing almost ontop of me, with his height. He must have learned pretty quickly that I was more like prey, not the gruff, outdoorsy ‘you comin’ or what?’ macho man I appear to be at first. I think that enticed Ly’vell. Oh, the tiny hippo-puppy (hippogryph hatchling) perched on my shoulder, a very endearing little detail might have given that away too, that I’m… well, a sweet guy. So there was that grin again, his special grin for me. Now it said, ‘Alright, I’ll make this easy for you, poor thing.’ Little by little, Ly’vell was finding out that I was the one who wasn’t an easy catch, that I hardly ever did things like this. Ly’vell took his time and found a very sophisticated way to communicate that he liked my body, was very much affected by my open shirt and the big gun I had slung over my shoulder. Nice.

“I like big guns too.”

No. I mean, yes. I, Sharpen Jadescythe, actually said that. And if you need even more juicy gossip, I think it was me who pulled himself together and finally asked Ly’vell if he’d like to go get a drink. Though, I think we both knew Ly’vell had laid down a treat and then patiently waited for this sweet, stray himbo to wander in and get it, let himself get petted. A lot like that too, I very nervously attempted to keep a steady walk by Ly’vell’s side through the park, all the way round to the Slaughtered Lamb.

The place was mostly empty which means our getting right down to flirting over drinks was actually pretty shameless. And then I kissed Ly’vell right in front of a passing Stormwind guard on patrol who’d just entered the place to keep an eye on things. Well, what an eyeful he got! I suppose the barman was pretty unphased by his patrons’ shenanigans. I’d survived the scene in the mage tower, and at the bar I managed to hold my own and tempt him with sweet gestures until that big, blaring one. I’m not sure what won Ly’vell over in the end that I wasn’t mutton dressed as lamb, while we canoodled in the Slaughtered Lamb (don’t mind my jokes), but maybe that was it? I guess I really did grab the other man and let him have it. Ly’vell was unbelievably sexy, especially for someone who was simply going about his daily business when we crashed into each other, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Then, just as fast, I chickened out of anything else and made an excuse to get on with my day soon after that first kiss. But Ly’vell gave me a damned classy black calling card, it was enchanted or something—yes, he was a Highborne spellblade he explained. The card recorded our messages, and he had his own so we could easily keep up in touch, wherever his stray himbo tried to scamper off to.

This man was, still is, the epitome of class. Honestly, I’ve been wanting to keep Ly’vell to myself all this time and not let any of my friends find out about him because Ly is that wonderful. And he’s easy-going, deeply romantic, plain fun. But, I soon made friends with Ly’s husband Nils anyway (I so adore Nils), and now I think we’ve all met each other’s friends, almost. So too late to keep the lovely Ly’vell, my lion, totally to myself. I don’t know if I care about that or anything, anymore. Ever since coming across Ly’vell casually in the tallest tower in the city, at the weirdest hour of the day, over the simplest little thing that could have gone like any half-spoke compliment I’ve shared with a stranger passing by, and that turning into a powerfully romantic encounter? I thought I’d slam into a wall for trying. But no, I feel like he and I have been flying all this time. Eagles. Truly free.

At first, I was wary of jumping into anything with someone. However, Ly chased me down and seduced me with his kindness and steadiness. And a few well-made leathern outfits—I think you guys saw a couple of those pieces? I’ve shared at least one picture of me in that harness. These days, I invite Ly to way too many parties, I even introduced him to Trixany who is one of my closest friends and a complete nut. Goddess, I’m sure he’ll be sick of this glitter-covered himbo who’s got like twelve-hundred pets, and is constantly changing his bright hair before long. But I hope not. Ly’vell is so easy to love, and I’ve also loved him chasing me around, that is, until he caught me.

Ly’vell and I could lay down in a field, hold hands, and see the bright sky wash above us for hours. Hours upon hours, just like that. And be at perfect peace, too.

I know we could.

((I can’t believe Sharpen met someone hot and totally nice in the Mage Tower in Stormwind? Really? That was COOL.))

#sharpen-stories

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translightyagami · 6 years

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"I think it's time for a new look. I want to help." for Lawlight would be hilarious

mmmmm full disclosure i definitely wrote most of this during work

The closet was a wide, long room separated by an imaginaryline down the middle. Covering the back wall was long and mirrored panels thattwined everything in the space. On the left were rows of L's white sweaters andthrown in heaps on the floor were his strangely clean sneakers. Light's clotheshung in color coded order on the right with a shoe organizer underneath holdingall his loafers, tennis shoes and a pair of sandals.

Both sides had large, brown dressers set up on the far wallthat held their pants and undergarments. Scattered over Light's dresser werepicture frames displaying his family cloistered together for a family photo. Healso kept a little dish where some phone charms and a spare watch made theirhome. L didn't put anything on his dresser besides some stray receipts.

Light stood at the center of the closet in just his briefsand a thin undershirt. He considered his sweaters and ran his hand over themthe way someone might brush against a windchime. Most of them were made of richcotton and wool in dark, earthy tones. Between them hung a few linen and poplinbutton downs that were in much duller shades. While he looked, L's soft,measure footfalls came from behind and he turned to see the man leaned againstthe doorframe.

"Do you have to take so long to find yourclothes?" L lifted one foot and scratched his calf. His toes on the groundwiggled in the creamy carpeting while Light frowned. "We're not even goinganywhere. You're just doing a tele-conference."

"It pays to look good," Light said. "Youmight try the same next time you're out in the world."

"I don't go out in the world." L said with anannoying firmness. "It takes a lot of skill to find the clothes which workbest for yourself and that's what I've done. You might try to do it yourself."

Light rolled his eyes. He'd heard this little tidbit beforeand still didn't believe it. L wore what he wore out of laziness, not somespecially calculation. One of his suit jacket's sleeves poked out amongst theother clothes and Light reached out to tug on it. Between his fingers, herubbed the burgundy corduroy with small nostalgia lingering in his touch. Hetook it down from the rack to examine and caught the loose threads stillsticking from the shoulders, the worn fabric on the sleeve ends.

L hummed and shuffled into the closet. He crowded behindLight and set his chin on his shoulder.

"Oh, I remember this coat." As he spoke, his chindug further into the juncture between Light's neck and shoulder. "You woreit a few times when I met you at your university."

"Yeah. I did." In thinking about wearing the coat,Light remembered the sun soaking into the fabric while he sat with L underflowering trees. He thought of when he took the jacket off and how L wouldtease him for wearing such a thick garment during spring. He laughed, asparkling snip of a sound, and shook the coat. "You know what? You shouldwear it."

Crinkling his nose, L shook his head.

"No." His voice was mired in stubbornness. "Idon't like coats."

"I think it's time for a new look," Light said."I want to help."

"You can help by putting that thing away."

L reached around to snatch the hanger from Light's hands andstarted a game of keep away between them. Light held the coat high above hishead while standing on his tip toes and bounced on the balls of his feet awayfrom L's grasping fingers. He grinned as the detective kept grabbing at emptyair but his features fell as L gave him a sharp pinch on his ass. Stumbling,Light landed hard into his clothes rack with an unhappy groan.

"It's your own fault." L grinned in response tothe glare Light sent his way. "You shouldn't jump around like that in yourunderwear and not expect a bit of attention."

"You cheated." A pout threatened to overtake Lightbut he fought it down and pulled the coat close to his chest. "You're anawful cheat."

"Yes. I'm a cheater." L nodded in solemnagreement. "I suppose you'll have to abandon me now for a man of honor andgood moral standing."

Light's foot struck out and caught L by the ankle, knockinghim to the ground. He hit the floor with a terrible thump—the kind that broughtto mind images of bruises—and curled his fingers into the carpet. Cackling,Light delighted in the rumpled expression on L's face.

"If I do abandon you," he said, "it'll bebecause you only wear white sweaters. So you should try on the coat or I'llleave you forever."

Grumbling, L leveraged himself up by his elbows and put hishand out. Expression drenched in victory, Light plopped the coat into L's palm.They climbed to their feet and L fumbled the hanger from the coat beforetossing it to the ground. While he slung his arms into the sleeves, Lightpicked up the hanger and put it away. L never seemed to clean up after himselfunless it was demanded of him and Light surmised he'd used up his demands forthe day.

The coat fit L in the waist and was the correct arm length.However, it was tight in the shoulders since he was a bit broader there thanLight. He regarded himself in the mirror like a cat seeing itself for the firsttime: turning a little to the left then a little to the right in distrust. Overhis sweater, the burgundy stood out and looked tasteful next to his dark bluejeans. Light came behind him and tried to adjust the shoulders but realized theimpossibility. Instead his hands lingered and squeezed.

"I look foolish," L said.

"You look the exact opposite." Light kissed thetip of L's ear. "You look like a very interesting professor or a strange,mysterious writer."

"I think you've got too much imagination." L shookhis head but a hint of pride sharpened his eyes. "You only want to flatterme into wearing new clothes."

"My plans aren't always so elaborate," Light said."Keep it on, please? We can take it out tonight for dinner. To that placedowntown, yeah?"

Part of traveling that excited Light was trying new food. Hewas very fond of Thai food for its incredible spiciness which L sufferedthrough. In the closest town to them was a Thai restaurant that made the mostflavorful curries and in Light's old coat, L looked exactly as classy as suchan establishment demanded.

"Alright." L raised an eyebrow at Light. In themirror, his expression was reversed and appeared almost wicked. "Isn'tyour conference in ten minutes?"

"Shit." Light spat out the curse and ran to hisside of the closet, tossing sweaters around. "You distracted me."

"You distracted yourself." L began to pace backand forth, staring at his reflection. "You should learn to be moreefficient when you dress."

Light didn't respond but dug further into his clothes.Nothing seemed to catch him until a stray thought stuck to his mind. He pushedhimself from the clothes rack and over to L's closet. He tugged a white sweaterfree and yanked it on. As he pulled his head through the collar, L came intoview with a rapturous expression.

"What?" Light played confused while slynessbubbled in his stomach. The sweater clung to his sides where it draped on L andwas loose in the shoulders. He pulled down the bottom of the sweater and tiltedhis head. “I think this looks good. I might have to start wearing it moreoften.”

L didn’t respond. Instead, he walked in his same measured,easy steps until his hands were firm on Light’s hips. He pressed his thumbsinto Light’s hipbones and pulled him in.

“It’s a keeper.” L spoke an inch from Light’s mouth and whenhe took a breath to continue speaking, he was cut off by a kiss. It was ashort, chaste one and Light pulled away, patting L’s cheek.

“Got to put on pants,” he said. “It needs to be a completeoutfit.”

“Can I make a suggestion?”

“I am not going to wear any of your oversized jeans.” Lightshot L a serious look which faded into one matching in L’s own mischievousexpression. “I’ve got my own that fit much nicer.”

#death note #my fic #aahhhhhh i enjoy this one #its a bit more together #Anonymous

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