Imagine, Lucien finds out Helion is his father. Beron is killed and Eris takes the throne. Lucien's mother finds her way back to Helion and they have their happy ever after.
Imagine, Lucien starts living in the Day Court, visiting the human lands twice a month to catch up with Jurian and Vassa. Has tea with his mother every afternoon and goes hunting with his brothers every week as their starting to learn how to live without being under the thumb of Beron.
Imagine, Lucien finding his family again.
Imagine, a High lord meeting with Lucien in attendance.
Imagine, Tamlin sitting across from Lucien, stealing glances at him which Lucien pretends not to notice.
Imagine, Tamlin slipping Lucien a note as the meeting wraps up.
Imagine, it tells Lucien to meet Tamlin in the gardens outside in the night, hidden away from the rest of the Court.
Imagine, Lucien knows in his head he should forget what he and the Spring Lord once had and focus on what he does have now. But he can't forget, his heart won't let him forget, neither will the scars carved into his face, only there because of his now buried love for Tamlin.
Imagine, he goes. He finds Tamlin in the center of the gardens, his hands clasped behind his back, looking up at the silver moon, barely a sliver in the dark.
Imagine, Lucien approaches him. Imagine, they don't say a word. Imagine, Tamlin's finger's brush his shirt. Imagine, Lucien's fingers brush Tamlin's shoulder.
Imagine, Tamlin asks if he's happy. Imagine Lucien says yes.
Imagine, Tamlin smiles and tells him that is good. Imagine Lucien asks if he is happy.
Imagine, Tamlin's smile turns to a larger grin, and he says, I am now I know you are.
Imagine, their lips brush, a ghost of a kiss, nothing passionate or heated about it. A simple acknowledgement that what was once there is not entirely gone.
Imagine, Lucien says this can't last forever.
Imagine, Tamlin tells him he wants to try.
Imagine I turn this into an actual fic because I can't get it out of my head, oh my god.
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im going to be so honest rn i really dont like how bethesda games are set up and get really bored/lost trying to play them. but by god i WILL get through new vegas just for yes man
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Okay. I know creating a language is a monumental task. I know that the last time I attempted to make one, I didn't finish. I KNOW.
But what if.
What if I made a language for the Black Arms and Darklings?
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So I have been thinking allot about Celia, as you do. and I think I’ve made a small connection that I have not seen anyone make.
In one of the casting calls rusty quill made, there’s an being that is, “-building an identity for itself at the expense of its victims.”
This could just be a coincidence, and I don’t fully know how it fits in but the fact Celia is a character who lost her name in the magnus archives is definitely a interesting thing to take note off.
(Disclaimer: due to the nature of protocol being an alternative universe, any information we have could be wrong. I am just working with the bit of info we have.)
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