Conversing With The Dead | Luna & August
Stupid. Stupid, Stupid.
Neve silently berated herself with each step.
Those first months of being Luna had felt triumphant. Embarrassing as it was now to recall, Neve had started to fancy herself as some sort of mastermind, a trickster capable of beguiling even the high fae of Midsummer. Sure, there had been missteps and nerves at times, but she had truly begun to believe she was doing well in her new role. But, the months had peeled back that confidence, each fumble seeming to trigger another series of disasters. But, this could end up being the most disastrous of all.
Neve had never seen the Fox Clan’s territory before. And, if not for the detailed directions, she may never have. The Fox Clan were known for their evasiveness, and their dwellings were no different. Getting into the caves alone was a trying task. But now, as she walked through the tunnels and farther down into the bowels of the earth, she could not help but look reluctantly back at the distant sunlight that shone from the entrance she had come from. Dripping candles lit the way down, the smell of tallow in the air. The way seemed intentionally tricky, at times forking and twisting at strange angles. But when Neve grew confused she squinted down at the piece of parchment in her hand, the way through the tunnels illustrated in tyrian purple ink with scratchy handwritten notes.
On what felt like the the hundreth twist in the candlelit path, a figure stepped from the shadows as though from thin air. Neve yelped, a small dagger with a mother of pearl handle flicking forward from her sleeve with a level of learned ease that would not be expected from a lady of the genty. The lanky, russet hair youth only grinned, exposing a set of yellowing, sharpened teeth. Neve held back a shudder.
“Lady Crow.” His voice was unexpectedly low, the hint of a owain lilt just audible as he spoke the common tongue. “It has been a long time you’ve...graced our caves.”
There was something in the youth’s tone, and the smug curve of his mouth that made Neve want to blush. She had very good idea how exactly Luna Crow had spent her time here, thanks to Luna’s uncomfortably detailed diary entries. Luna and August had admittedly been an unexpected match. But the more Neve learned of Luna, the more it made sense that the court lady could find kindred traits in someone known to be a manipulative criminal.
“Follow me,” the boy added, turning brusquely without looking back. There was something feline in his gait, predatory even. It paired all too well with those horrible teeth. With one last regretful glance toward where she had come from, Neve followed.
@king-of-thieves
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D&D warlock who’s literally just Fortunato from “The Cask of Amontillado”, having survived his immurement by making a deal with something in the dark, and the costume he was wearing the night he “died” has become the sign of his pact, so basically you’re playing as a depressed, alcoholic jester who sometimes has to run errands for He Who Waits Behind the Walls.
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"Well, this is a bad idea," Tim says, hands on his hips as he surveys the mess they’ve made in the cave.
"Nah," Danny replies, twirling his screwdriver in the air in what is probably meant to be an impressive trick to inspire confidence, except he fumbles it and it clangs to the floor loudly, "we good. If a younger version of myself hasn't come forward in time to stop me, how bad can it be?"
"Shouldn't it be the other way round?"
"What?"
"Normally, it's an older version of yourself going backwards in time to stop you, right?"
"Not in my experience."
Danny's grin is impossibly feral and a shiver runs up Tim's spine.
"This is definitely a bad idea."
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james: i honestly think regulus might like me
remus: yeah…not likely
james: but we even talk sometimes
remus: so do we and he certainly doesn’t like me that way
james: but he even calls me by special nickname potter
remus: that’s your surname
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gnawing on my arm because i think there's something to be said about how stede not only dreams about himself with a beard, but ed with his full beard back too. like, the dream seems to be riddled with imagery that he thinks ed would want.
and i say this especially because of how stede reacted when ed had to shave his beard. he freaked out on his behalf. he shrieked in horror whereas ed was entirely unbothered. he feared he had ruined him, had dragged him down to some despicable level, when in actuality, ed was completely content to shed that part of his persona.
and then there he is dreaming about ed with that part right on back.
so there's very clearly still a part of his mind that's convinced that's what ed wants. because why wouldn't he? everyone else seems to. and why would he want the softness and femininity stede had been bullied for his entire life?
which in turn plays into his own imagery too. bearded, masculine, fiercesome, rugged...
because how could someone love what everyone has hated him for? how could someone want what everyone has tried to quite literally beat out of him?
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not wearing converse in a 2000s emo way but in a 1959 Neil Perry kinda way
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[Reg has horrible period pain and is hiding under a desk in the library]
Remus: What's up with you?
Regulus: Currently wondering if stabbing myself would alleviate this pain
Remus: Probably, but it will cause new pain
Remus: So like
Remus: Win some, lose some *hands over chocolate*
Regulus: Stab me in the abdomen and let me bleed out please
Remus: I've had a bad enough week as it is Reg, let's not add your death to it. Eat the chocolate.
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