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magnolia-among-the-stars · 10 months

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dog days are over (jake seresin epilogue)

PLOT: Penny Benjamin’s niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / PART ELEVEN / FINAL PART

PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Female Plus Size Bartender!Reader (Sunshine)

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

A/N: So i thought long and hard about an ending and I do feel like chapter 11 could've been it but I didn't want to leave you guys hanging! I could do an extended epilogue with some smut or conversation about Jake's near death experience! (Also could write that scene of his near death)

Thank you so so so much for being invested in this story <3 please don't be afraid to reach out if you want to see smaller imagines of specific moments or things you would like to know about! I would love to keep exploring :D

You readjust yourself, small and smooth hands sliding up over his wrists. You tug him closer if that were even possible as your nose nuzzles against the apex of his throat behind you. Tucking your head further, you catch site of his fluffy locks, his chapped lips and you feel like you could cry. He stayed. “Good morning,” you clear your throat, butterflies erupting in your tummy and Jake presses a kiss to the nape of your neck, then to your flushed cheek.

“How’re you feelin?” the twang in his throat is thick with tension as you giggle, rolling yourself in his arms to stare at him. He pulls, falling gently onto his back to let you rest your chin on his strong pecks. Your lashes flutter as you search his face with a giddy gaze.

“Never been better,” you press a kiss to the skin beneath you, hot and taut. “You?”

“I haven’t slept that good in weeks.”

“Can’t imagine why,” you crack, giggling as he narrows his gaze. His jaw sets as he pulls you closer, melting your bodies deliciously together as his hips jut up.

“Are you being fresh with me?” His face comes millimeters from yours, breath washing over you as he growls.

“Definitely,” your eyes flash between his vibrant emeralds to his perfectly pink lips. “What are you going to do about it?” He searches your face, his tone sharp and his features soft as he stares back at you lovingly. He leans up, catching you in a breathtaking kiss. His lips move slowly, lazily against yours as his hand finds your face and cups your chin with a security you’ve never felt before. Your knees fall to either side of his slender waist, clamping down to press his length against your pelvis. You both make a noise, a delirious sound of want as you absorb each other’s auras and consume them for your own need.

“I love you Sunshine,” he murmurs against your lips, large fingertips pressing into the flesh of your thick thighs before he bucks up into your clothed core. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

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chrispy-chimkin · 2 years

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The Colours!

Green is an Emerald-chinned Hummingbird

Red is a Rufous Hummingbird

Blue is a Swallow-tailed Hummingbird

Vio is a Violet Sabrewing

Bonus: Shadow is a Black-chinned Hummingbird.

#linked universe #the legend of zelda #lu wing au #feathers of courage #lu four #old art #i should very much draw the colours more #btw a group of hummingbirds is called a charm :)#my art #a feral hummer

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still-got-no-idea · 5 months

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i like to think that, if i were a bird, i'd be a hummingbird

and that i'd be one of these ones above the list of each hummingbird in order:

(violet-tailed sylph, blue-chinned sapphire/blue-chinned emerald) (sapphire-bellied hummingbird, sapphire-throated hummingbird) (golden-tailed sapphire, swallow-tailed hummingbird) (long-tailed woodnymph, violet sabrewing) (white-eared hummingbird, turquoise-crowned hummingbird) (blue-headed hummingbird, bee hummingbird)

#aster talks #i dunno #i just wanna be a silly lil hummingbird :P #this is coming from a life-long desire of flight and wings #i dunno if that's surprising or not

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draweverybird · 6 months

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October 30 - November 2, 2023

- Black-bellied Sandgrouse

- Golden-crowned Warbler

- Perija Brushfinch

- Rio Negro Gnatcatcher

- Emerald-chinned Hummingbird

- Frilled Monarch

I'm trying to figure out if being named a "gnatcatcher" is an insult or a compliment. It's either "oh wow you catch gnats? They're so small and fast" or "uhh yeah wow you catch gnats? So impressive..."

#bird art #traditional art #artists on tumblr #animal art #nature #birds #animal drawing #colored pencil

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birdstudies · 2 years

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September 2, 2022 - Blue-chinned Sapphire or Blue-chinned Emerald (Chlorestes notata)

These hummingbirds are found in northern South America, primarily in the Amazon basin and Brazil’s coastal forests. They feed mostly on nectar as well as some insects, defending flower patches from other hummingbirds. Females construct deep cup-shaped nests from lichen and fine plant fibers bound with spiderweb, where they incubate the eggs and care for the chicks alone.

#blue-chinned sapphire #hummingbird #chlorestes notata #bird #birds #illustration #art #water #birblr art

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swede1952 · 1 year

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Hummingbird.

This is probably a female ruby-throated hummingbird (Archilochus colubris), but it's possible that it is a black-chinned hummingbird (Archilochus alexandri). Almost all hummingbirds around here are ruby-throated, so that's what I'm going with. I would rather it be a black-chinned because they are rare, in this area anyway. This photo lacks the emerald feathers which is probably due to lighting.

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waltwhitmansbeard · 1 year

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my fair lady: chapter six

here are the first five chapters. thanks again to @romeoandjulietyouwish for the inspiration!

They arrive in Syngorn around midday, weary from four days of travel. Keyleth's knee bounces nervously inside the carriage as the guard driving presents their papers to the Syngornian sentries at the gate. Percy reaches a hand out to still it. "You need to relax."

Keyleth feels sheepish for being so anxious. "I haven't seen my father in so long. And this is to be my first presentation to another nation's court. And...you know, I'm me."

Percy rolls his eyes. "Bandits try to rob and kill you in the middle of the road but it's a presentation at court that has you fluttering about."

"I'm serious, Percy. I have guards to deal with bandits. Unfortunately none of them can ensure I don't trip and fall flat on my face in front of kings and nobles."

He gives the knee a pat. "You'll be fine. Just imagine everyone naked, that's what I always do."

She gives him a concerned look. "I wish I could go back to a time when I didn't know this about you."

As the entourage rolls through Syngorn, Keyleth is glued to the little carriage window, taking in all of the sights of the elven city. The architecture is stunning, far more ornate and artistic than the Ashari's more pragmatic style. The stone is covered in climbing ivy and other greenery, making the buildings seem alive. They approach the Emerald Citadel, with its ancient faded marble and emerald-tipped spires, and Keyleth's heart is a hummingbird in her chest.

The carriage comes to a halt at the base of the curved marble stairs. Her door is opened, and the first things she sees, standing at the base of the steps with his retinue of advisors, in her father, broad-shouldered and tall.

"Keyleth." He says her name like a sigh, and the sound of his deep, resonant voice makes Keyleth feel like a little girl again. She resists the urge to rush to him, instead climbing down carefully from the carriage and stepping forward to greet him. "Kaitaiki, father." She bows.

"Kaitiaki, daughter." He lifts her chin to look into her face. "I've missed you greatly these past weeks."

She can't hold back any longer; she wraps her arms around her father, burying her face in his chest. He chuckles, squeezing her back. "Alright, let's get you inside. I'm sure you'd like to rest after your time on the road." He looks past her toward the rest of the entourage. "Lord Percival, thank you for making the journey."

Keyleth pulls away to see Percy bowing deeply. "Of course, Your Majesty."

Her father's advisors greet her, and then Sovereign Korrin leads his daughter up toward the brass gates of the palace, explaining, "Normally you would have been greeted by the High Warden and her family, but knowing you as I do, I figured you would appreciate the opportunity to collect yourself before any formal introductions are made."

A weight vanishes from Keyleth's shoulders. "Thank you, father. I would appreciate that quite a lot."

He squeezes her shoulder. "I'm very glad you're here. This is a time for celebration, and I couldn't imagine celebrating without you."

Keyleth beams, for the first time in days feeling not an ounce of nerves.

The chambers Keyleth has been granted for her stay are lovely. The marble walls are carved with reliefs of pastoral scenes, so finely detailed that she can touch each individual blade of grass in the stone. She's been granted some attendants for the duration, but Keyleth has always preferred bathing and dressing alone. She does so, finally scrubbing the last of Vax's blood from beneath her fingernails, and dons one of her finest gowns, a pale blue number that reminds her of the skies over Zephrah.

She's just finishing brushing the road from her hair when there is a knock at her door. "Enter, please!"

Vax, having been standing sentry outside, opens the door to reveal her father, who asks, "Am I interrupting?"

"Of course not. I'm nearly ready."

He steps inside, but as Vax attempts to close the door behind him, he holds out a hand. "Actually, Vax'ildan, I was hoping to speak with both of you."

Keyleth's stomach sinks like a stone, and she looks in panic between the two men. Her father certainly doesn't seem upset or angry, though there is a hint of tension behind his eyes that she can't define. Vax obediently enters the chambers and closes the door, standing tall and straight just inside.

Her father paces over to one of the large windows that looks out over Syngorn, just a few feet away from where Keyleth sits at the vanity. "I wanted to start by saying that Lord Percival filled me in on what happened while you were on the road." He cocks an eyebrow at his daughter. "It would have been nice to hear that there had been an attempt on your life from you, Keyleth."

She wrinkles her nose. "You know how I hate when you worry."

"And you thought I would worry less if the news came from someone else?"

Being chastised like this makes her feel like a child again. "I'm sorry."

"And you." He turns to face Vax, who straightens up even more. "Lord Percival also informed me of your part on that day. According to him, you took swift and decisive action to remove my daughter from the fray before any harm could come to her, and that you were even wounded in the attempt. Is this true?"

Vax's mouth opens and closes a few times, and Keyleth watches him scramble for what he thinks is the correct answer. Finally, he settles on, "I only did what any personal guard would do, Your Majesty."

Her father tuts. "That may be so, but you did it, and know that I will forever be in your debt for it."

Keyleth sees a myriad of emotions flicker across Vax's face, which he tries but fails to keep still. She knows how much this means to him, to receive the approval of a king. "No more debt than I am in to you, Your Majesty." Keyleth thinks of any one of their late-night conversations, when Vax confessed to her and the stars his fraught relationship with his own father right here in Syngorn, his admiration for the kind of father the sovereign is to her. She knows that her father believes Vax indebted for the position he's been given, but that what Vax is truly grateful for is the understanding of what a father could be.

"Yes, well, speaking of debts..." Her father turns to face her again, and the tension in his face has only worsened. "I need to explain to you all of the terms of our peace accord, which is to be signed tonight at a celebratory ball."

Keyleth leans forward eagerly. "Yes, tell me everything! I want to hear all about how the negotiations went."

He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "There will be time for that, dear, but the terms are what's important for you to understand first. Most of them are your standard fare for these types of deals: new trade routes, imports and exports, promises of mutual aid in times of crisis, and so on. Some land has been moved around, as should be expected after this kind of war, but there is one stipulation that King Kruvanis would not relent upon."

"What is it?"

He takes a deep breath. "You are to be betrothed to the king's youngest son, Tiberius Stormwind."

Keyleth stares at her father, a dull ringing in her ears. She can see his face, can tell that he's speaking, but she can't hear anything else after his initial proclamation. There's a roiling in her stomach, as if she's standing on the deck of a ship in the middle of a hurricane, and she worries that if she opens her mouth, she'll vomit all over her father.

She watches his mouth form her name—Keyleth? Keyleth?—but she cannot answer. She stares straight ahead, unblinking and unmoving. Somewhere, through the swimming din in her ears, she can make out an echo of his voice: "I'll leave you to sit with this for a while. I'll come back later." And then he's gone, and Keyleth is staring at the place he left.

A few moments pass, or maybe an hour, Keyleth has lost all sense of time, but eventually a new face appears, just a few inches from hers. "Keyleth?" Vax is kneeling in front of her, eyes scanning her face. He grabs her hands where they rest listless atop her lap. "Kiki, are you okay?"

It hits her all at once. She launches herself out of her chair, knocking Vax's hands away, and grabs the unused chamber pot tucked beneath the bed. She hurls into it, body heaving as she empties her stomach. He feels a hand run up and down her back, and when she's spent, a second hand gently pulls the chamber pot away. Vax wraps her up in his arms, gathering her into his chest. He shushes softly in her ear as she sobs, her body trembling.

She doesn't know how long they stand there, her falling apart, him keeping her together. After some time, when her sobs have somewhat subsided, he leads her over to the large bed, where she sits and stares at the ground. Vax disappears for a moment, then returns with a bowl of water and a cloth, which he uses to pat her face, which she imagines must be red and swollen by this point. A hairbrush materializes, and he begins slowly and methodically brushing out her hair, from crown to ends, before he perches on the bed beside her to work a system of interlocking braids into her locks. The sensation of his warm, steady hands helps her breathing return to normal, and her eyes slide closed.

"I don't know what to say." His voice is little more than a whisper. His hands are around her shoulder blades now, working the braids into a larger plait.

Keyleth takes a deep breath. "I...have spent a lot of time thinking about destiny. I've reconciled a great many things about what my future will hold." A single tear trails down her cheek. "I never thought...how did I not see this coming?"

"Hey." The braiding stops, and a finger hooks under her chin to turn her head toward him. She opens her eyes. "No one should have their future written for them like this. I..." He sighs. "I wish I knew how to fix this."

Keyleth smiles sadly and places a hand on his face. "I know you do. So do I." She looks down at her dress, which now feels like a prisoner's uniform rather than a beautiful gown. "How am I supposed to go out in front of my people and Draconia's and Syngorn's and pretend that my world isn't collapsing around me?"

Vax brings a hand up to rest against the column of her throat. He looks directly into her eyes. "Let me be perfectly clear about something: regardless of any treaties or bargains or edicts from kings, my loyalty will always lie with you. Not your father, not the Ashari Nation, you. If you ask me to get you out of here, I will." He takes a deep breath. "If you ask me to kill this Prince Tiberius Stormwind, I will."

"Vax!"

"I'm serious, Keyleth. Anything you ask. My entire purpose is to lay down my life for you, and that is what I'll do, even if that means losing my head for assassinating a prince."

Keyleth grips the edge of his armor tightly. "You cannot say these things out loud. This is not Zephrah; we don't know who is listening."

He nods, and she relaxes. Her life has spun so wildly out of control in just a matter of minutes, and she wishes desperately she had never left home. "Will you do me a favor?" He makes a face that clearly reads, Are you really asking me that?, so she presses on. "Will you...gather what information you can about..." She can't bring herself to say his name. "...this prince? What he's like, if he seems...I don't know, cruel or arrogant or....I just want to be prepared for the ball tonight."

He kisses her forehead, and for a moment, she considers changing her request to his offer to whisk her away from this citadel. "I will find out everything I can."

"Do so without being seen. The last thing we need is for the Draconians to think their new allies are spying on them before the peace treaty is even signed."

Vax smirks. "Please, have you met me? I'll be a ghost." He quickly finishes up his braiding, tying it off in a lovely bow with a blue ribbon that matches her dress. He presses a final kiss to her cheek. "I'll go look into the prince. Grog will be placed at your door." He gets up and makes for the exit.

"Vax?" He turns to look at her. "I know I'm not the only one suffering under the weight of this...turn of events." She slides off of the bed and draws herself to her full height. "And let us be clear on this: your purpose is for something far greater than laying down your life for me. Do you understand?"

There's a long pause, and then Vax slowly ducks into a bow, his eyes never leaving her face. He straightens up and sweeps out of the room, leaving Keyleth alone and shattered in her chambers.

#critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #vox machina #vox machina fic #tlovm #tlovm fic #my fic #my fair lady #this one goes out to blorbologist who saw through my bullshit like three chapters ago lol

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seoafin · 2 years

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roland my beloved

His emerald gaze fastens onto you with the quickness of a darting hummingbird, soft and full of a warmth that makes you feel like a sunflower following the afternoon sun. Pealing bells ring in your ears, your stomach; something blooms in your chest.

You don’t recognize the man next to him. A black haired man in a well fitted suit and a top hat. He’s handsome, with an aristocratic countenance to match the way he meets your gaze with an unfaltering stare of his own. He doesn’t bother to hide the weighted gleam in eyes as he measures you. He could be charming, this man, if he decided to be so. If you were any other random, swooning woman. However, you are guilty by association, and already, the beginnings of a suspicion enter the downturn of his lips.

His gaze briefly lifts as he glances at Roland, then back.

“Another friend of yours?”

The question is posed innocently, but already you don’t like the insinuation in the exhale of his lips.

“That’s right,” Roland replies without missing a beat. It’s his voice that draws you away from the man. He smiles, gazing at you, knuckles tucked under his chin, offering nothing else, and there’s only silence in place of what might have been an explanation to your relationship. The bells shake louder and harder. It’s almost illicit in an indescribable way. The man doesn’t like it.

Exasperation and annoyance play out on his face. It melts into a begrudging resignation.

They’re friends. Good friends. You can tell this, from the ease in which they interact with each other. You think the other man might deny it at first, but there’s care there. A friendship built on a strong foundation of trust, if not loyalty. This man is a chasseur. A paladin from the way he holds himself; straight and alert. Someone from the church.

The grip you have on your briefcase tightens. Your throat sours.

“Olivier,” he introduces, with a nod and handsome, congenial smile, as if he’s decided to make nice. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady….”

You’re sure he heard your name earlier.

“Doctor.”

#i want him i need him #vnc x reader #m.wip

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spacefinch · 2 months

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A collage I made a few years ago, or some of my favorite animals featured in Wild Kratts.

I love the animation for this show, all the animals have so much personality while still looking pretty dang accurate.

Animals in this collage:

Chinese pangolins (accidentally put that picture in there twice)

Black-footed ferrets

Secretary bird

Antelope jackrabbit

Pronghorns

Peregrine falcon and chicks

American pine marten

American kestrel

Burrowing owl

Canada lynx

Golden-tailed sapphire (hummingbird)

Streaked tenrec

Loggerhead shrike

Elf owl

Bobcat

Fire salamander

Purple martin

Superb bird-of-paradise

Hawksbill sea turtle

Black-capped chickadee

Great emerald pondhawk (dragonfly)

Emerald-chinned hummingbird

Great blue heron

Arctic wolf

Cheetah

African crested porcupine

Pileated woodpecker

European hedgehog

Blue jay

Dyeing poison dart frog

Bald eagle

Nile crocodile

American robin

Manta ray

Bat-eared fox

African wildcat

Red panda

Osprey

Golden bamboo lemur

Ocelot

Tokay gecko

Thomson’s gazelle

Wandering glider/globe skimmer (dragonfly)

Green heron

Spotted eagle-owl

Gray wolves

Prairie falcon

Green-breasted mango (hummingbird)

Dholes

Husky dog

Three-toed sloth

Eastern screech-owl

#my edits #wild kratts #birdposting #I guess #there are …#(counts on fingers)#…….#21 species of birds in this collage #i think

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sebring5 · 8 months

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8.7-1 by Henry Via Flickr: Broad bill hummingbird

#Bird #birds #hummingbirds #hummingbird #canon #nature #broad bill hummingbird #black chin hummingbird #Red tail hawk #Rufous hummingbird #Cuban emerald hummingbird #flickr

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wingedjewels · 1 year

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Oriental dwarf kingfisher/উদয়ী-বামনরাঙা by ROKIBUL HASAN RUMMAN Via Flickr: © MD ROKIBUL HASAN Please seek permission before use. ----- ----- ----- Travelled 130 miles, One and half hours of tracking in mountain streams, standing still in the pouring rain for over 2 hours! All the struggles became justified seeing this RUBY OF THE EMERALD FOREST, an extremely rare kingfisher in my country ( the Oriental dwarf kingfisher). Such a colorful bird this is! ----- ----- ----- The oriental dwarf kingfisher (Ceyx erithaca), also known as the black-backed kingfisher or three-toed kingfisher, is a pocket-sized bird in the family Alcedinidae. This tropical kingfisher is endemic across much of the Indian Subcontinent and Southeast Asia. It resides in lowland forests, typically near streams or ponds, where it feeds upon insects, spiders, worms, crabs, fish, frogs, and lizards. This small bird is easily distinguishable from other birds in its range due to its red bill, yellow-orange underparts, lilac-rufous upperparts, and blue-black back. The oriental dwarf kingfisher is one of the smallest known kingfisher species. It is only slightly larger than a medium-sized hummingbird and measures 12.5–14 cm in length (including bill and tail). Females typically weigh 14-16g and males 14-21.5g, making the males slightly larger. The two sexes are otherwise alike and sexual dimorphism is not present. Both males and females have a black spot on the forehead; blue and white patches on the side of the neck; a lilac-rufous crown, rump, and tail; a dark blue back and wings; a white chin and throat; pale yellow-orange underparts; a dark brown iris; and red legs, feet, and bill. Juveniles are duller and have less lilac colouring; a white chin, throat and belly; yellow-orange bill with pale tip; and blue scapulars and wing-coverts. This species of kingfisher has three toes, explaining why it is sometimes called the three-toed kingfisher, however, there are other kingfishers which also have three toes. The toe-count in these kingfisher species does not appear to be adaptive. Bird# 120

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crushng-a · 2 years

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Swaying fields of flowers as far as the eye can see. A brilliant starry sky with constellations he can’t recognize. When he watches it for long enough it seems like it’s breathing. If he focuses he can even match his own breaths to it, steady and sure.

Is this the dream, or is it the Invincible that’s all pretend now?

He wanders through the flowers and they never seem to end. The stars shift and reshape overhead sometimes. Is he being watched?

He drags his hands over the open, swaying blooms and tells himself they don’t shudder like they feel the physical touch.

When he closes his eyes, he’s usually on the Invincible II. It’s another boring day. When he goes to bed that night he’s back here. Where is he now?

Sometimes it’s not the Invincible. Sometimes it’s crumbling cities or oceans deep and dark as pitch or raging funnels caught on fence posts like lassoed ponies.

So this must be real, and those must be dreams.

Does the goldfish feel the same fondness for the owner, looking at their face reflected back through the glass?

Just don’t forget me.

He could be patient. He could. It’s safe here.

He’s going to lie down in the flowers again. His head hurts. When did his breathing get so fast? He hadn’t even been running.

Too needy and they don’t want to bother with you anymore. So be grateful instead.

His chest aches when he inhales, but he forces himself to hold it.

Breathe with the sky.

I’ll be here.

when charlie wakes again, there’s a canopy of branches woven around him. sway of each bough in time with the wash of an invisible tide. one enormous tree hangs overhead, roots drinking from the sky, thick, gnarled trunk stretching up for a finite eternity.

it’s raining. soft patter on the underside of emerald leaves, beads in iridescent violet and shimmering acid green, drizzling like honey, caught like gems. they glow faintly, bequeathing streaks of scorch in their wake — the leaves blacken and curl under their touch, flush with orange ember. even so, white sun splashes between the boughs, puddles of jagged light like driftwood in an endless lush sea. perfume of warm cinnamon and delicate citrus. (smell of burnt flesh.)

nothing touches charlie, each droplet rolling off the foliage and collecting in the gaping mouths of the blooms, powder blue and blush pinks. tufts of soft clover and wild grasses make his bed. how long have you laid here? sleeping beauty in a cage of overgrown brambles.

AND HOW LONG HAS HE LAID NEXT TO YOU? starlight eyes peek out over crossed arms, chin tucked in the makeshift pillow. gin's on their belly, soft muss of hair and wrinkled engineer's uniform, barefoot, jumpsuit cuffed to the calves.

"i didn't mean to leave you alone for so long," gin says. their voice is gentle, but something in the dirt trembles with it. "i missed you." honey and clove, fingers reaching out and tracing each of charlie's knuckles. it's precise — hummingbird wings, gossamer gold, skin on skin.

you weren't alone, anyway. you're never alone anymore. is that frightening? is that freeing? (here you are in the palm of my hand. there's nothing left to be afraid of.)

gin combs their fingers through dark, thick locks, stroking from root to tip. long, loose hair spills over charlie's shoulders in every direction, fluffy and tousled. he's beautiful. i never want to give you up. you'd let me keep you. i could leave you here until you were me, and you'd never once complain.

unreality clings like a choking fog. this dream feels like swimming in molasses. slow, heady, sweet on the surface and bitter all the way down. gin smiles, and it's bright like day.

"would you rather come with me? i can take you anywhere in existence." do you want to go?

the meadow is just a shadow, a fantasy. fleeting, evanescent. it'll vanish in the dark. so will you. perfect, hopeless thing. YOU’RE THE SUGAR IN MY TEETH! if i close my mouth you'll dissolve.

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