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eternalevecho · 1 month
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The bane on my existence <- affectionate
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splotchi · 1 year
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Trans Your Blocks
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quietwingsinthesky · 5 months
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Kevin & Charlie watching Lucifer wreck shop at a video game (bonus points if it’s a video game you’re not supposed to be able to “win” like Minecraft or Stardew)
Even Lucifer's laptop (old, runs while making a funny whirring noise, probably stolen from Sam) can run Minecraft, provided the settings are low and his grace keeps it from overheating, so Charlie sets him up and lets him loose, taking advantage of his distraction to use him as a pillow as she curls up on the end of the couch and props her own computer against her stomach to challenge herself with Kaizo levels.
She loses track of time until Kevin passes by, peeks over their shoulders to snort at Charlie killing Mario (Only death 247 on this ROM!) and then say, "Holy shit," as he looks at Lucifer's screen. Charlie, curiosity piqued, tilts her head just as Lucifer says, "Mammoth Cave," as though it's completely normal to create a 1-to-1 recreation of the largest cave system in America for Minecraft Steve to crawl through.
(birthday 3 sentence ficathon! come toss a prompt!)
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rayar32 · 4 months
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this is your daily reminder that Helena is a fighting game player and an extremely salty one at that
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and while Luiza isn't as good at games as her sister she's just happy to be there, together they're a perpetual happiness machine
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also I finally decided to brainstorm outfits for them during the planned 3 major arcs so here's them (expect them to only get used from time to time because I am very bad at keeping their wardrobe consistent)
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dawnleaf37 · 8 months
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crimsoneveline · 6 months
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With the whole 'minecraft wiki is not on fandom anymore' thing I really want to point out how good the new website looks!
(it's https://minecraft.wiki/ btw, if you haven't seen the other post.)
Maybe ad some point I do deep dive into it's design!
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hi rosie!! <3
i’m not sure if you got my ask from a few days ago, but i just wanted to say that you should take as many breaks as you need and take care of yourself. your well-being should always come first. regardless, i hope you’ve been doing well and that things are getting better for you.
anything new or exciting happen recently? any writing or art you’re excited for or working on? i anticipate whatever you put out, but take your time and have fun!
i’ve been replaying ffxv and relearning the mechanics and it’s so stressful but so entertaining lol i forgot how fun this game is and how much i’m in love with it.
take care!!
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Hello, Eve!! I did get your ask, I was going to answer it when you sent this actually XD Thank you btw <3 I really appreciate the reminder and concern! I've been well and have been having some fun with friends ^^
There hasn't been anything super new, but I am excited!! Two farm/life sim games are coming out in 4-ish months and I'm anticipating their releases xkhsks they're so pretty and cool, their names are Sunnyside and Coral Island! I'm also looking forward to the upcoming DLC for Our Life(plus the second Our Life game)!
I've been working on a little drabble/fic for Baxter(Our Life) and it's been a really nice time, hehe :3 and there's also this little project I'm working on too, a book(hopefully) about two best friends through the years- which also leads to some art! I have some sketches of the friends in the works and will probably post them in a week or once I got their designs down ^^
Going back to a game and relearning the mechanics is rather hard ckdns very proud of you for doing so <3 I'm glad you're having fun with it!!
Remember to take time for yourself too, Eve <3 And take care! Bye byes ♡
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Rant incoming
I'm sorry I'm just so fucking tired of the "Lucifer is actually a good guy!" and the "Heaven is bad" schtick
You expect me to believe that the archangel that was considered arrogant, who hated humanity because he believed that they were inferior to him and he was God's greatest creation, purposefully caused the first sin just to be a dick, tempted millions of people, tried to tempt Jesus everyday while he was fasting and is the literal reason Hell exists in the first place to actually be good?
I'm sorry why the fuck is everybody in Hell terrible except Lucifer???? Even all the other demons are evil but not him
For fuck's sake he's the leader of the PRIDE ring why isn't he PRIDEFUL why isn't he spiteful why isn't he evil HE'S MOTHERFUCKING LUCIFER WHY IS HE SOME GOOFY BITCH WHY IS HE MOPING AROUND ALL DAY WITH HIS STUPID RUBBER DUCKS WHY DID HE WANT TO GIVE HUMANITY FREE WILL THAT'S NOT LUCIFER AT ALL THAT'S JUST SOME DEPRESSED DUDE PLAYING MINECRAFT CREATIVE MODE
Like I would get it if he made Adam and Eve sin to be like "Look! Look at them! They sinned against you! They're imperfect! This is why I am better than them! I am your greatest creation, not them!" NO instead he fucking plays Minecraft on creative mode and wanted everyone else to play on creative mode THAT'S NOT LUCIFER THAT IS NOT HIM WHERE IS THE GREAT DECIEVER HE THAT HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE INSTEAD HE'S JUST SOME FUCKING DEPRESSED SHORT APPLE MAN THAT'S STUPID AND IT GETS EVEN MORE STUPID WHEN YOU COMBINE THE "Lucifer is actually a good guy!" TROPE AND COMBINE IT WITH THE "Heaven is bad actually" TROPE AND THEN TAKE A BIG FAT SHIT EVERYWHERE THAT'S WHAT THIS IS HOLY FUCK THIS IS SO FUCKING STUPID MY GOD YOU HAVE THE MOST DUMBASS FUCKHEAD RUNNING A SHOW AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND THE BASIC FUCKING SHIT ABOUT THE RELIGION SHE CLAIMS TO BE CRITICIZING YOU WHITEWASHED SAINT PETER YOU MADE LUCIFER A SAD BOY YOU MADE ADAM INTO AN IMMATURE DICKHEAD GOD AND JESUS DON'T EVEN FUCKING EXIST IN THIS UNIVERSE WHO THE FUCK IS RUNNING HEAVEN THEN? WHO THE FUCK CASTED LUCIFER OUT OF HEAVEN IF GOD JUST STRAIGHT UP DOESN'T EXIST? WHO CREATED EVERYTHING???? WHY THE FUCK DO THE EXORCISTS AND ADAM LOOK LIKE IMPS IF THEY ARE ANGELS?????? IS SHE EVER GONNA ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS? PROBABLY FUCKING NOT HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO FUCKING STUPID I AM GONNA HAVE A FUCKING BRAIN ANEURYSM
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jame7t · 9 months
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its surgery eve. as is tradition, i have to play minecraft in preparation for the fun knife event. 8pm EST. twitch dot my webtsite
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gauntletqueen · 11 days
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for the robot rating
wall-e and/or eve from wall-e
Ah good I don't even need to do research for these because I watched the movie like 5 million times as a kid
The Robot Body Scale ranges from 1 to 10 and reflects how happy I, Zoey Gauntletqueen, would be for a robot body to be my body. 5 is the base, being the same as my current human body. It does not reflect my opinion on the design as a whole.
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WALL-E is suuch a lil thing. A masterclass in character design, he's so incredibly expressive without ever breaking the conventions of his mechanical body. Ability-wise he's not much to look at. Threads are good for manouverability, and he has The Ability to Make Cubes. uh, yeah that's nice. But I can just play Minecraft. He's solarpowered which is good, but very dirty and beat up which is not so good. He's also fucking ancient. If I'm inheriting his body but not the hundreds of identical corpses strewn about to scrap for components with which to repair myself, I'm dead in like a week, unless I can find a very good engineer who can make me new parts. Sorry bud.
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Eve is much sleeker and more minimalist than Wall-E, and all her mechanical stuff is hidden beneath her exterior plating. Boooh! Lemme see the joints! She does have a plasma arm canon and is much stronger than one would expect given her size, so that's cool, plus her audio filter is very cute and nice :> The lack of detail and limbs on her body make me think I wouldn't have much fun moving around as her.
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eternalevecho · 6 months
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Day 2: Trick or Treat!
Aka glazed terracotta my beloved
List by /clovercrafted
Shaders- compulsory
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xoioel · 9 months
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➤ REWIND
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parings: Mina x Fem!Reader
genre: angst
warnings; break up
summary; a story based on the song 알고 싶지 않아 (REWIND)
note: this is my first ever story;) and i hope you enjoyed it. I might make this into a full story of you and Mina getting back together😻 I love my bias wrecker Mina😍😻😽
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I don't wanna know how you’re doing. When I look back, it was nothing at all
Looking back at all the fun times you had with Mina hurts. The days when the both of you would play Roblox and Minecraft for hours laughing and giggling over the littlest things now just are memories. It was about 6 months since you and Mina got together and the both of you were inseparable. Your duo was the most loved by the Once’s and everyone loved your relationship especially the other 8 members of TWICE.
I'm doing alright, just like what you said, The dream I've wished for has come true; I’m not curious about you
Today, Mina said that she needed a break from the relationship and it looked like she was happier away from you… It hurt alot but you knew you couldn’t destroy yourself over her. You tried over and over again to contact her but she only said that ‘You’ll be alright Y/n. its alright to be hurt about us but we need space’
I didn't know it would be this simple; Was our break up that easy for you? Now it's all in the past.
You didnt think the two of you would need to ever have a break since you both always talked everything out and you both were happy but to her it wasnt. She had broken up with you and she didn’t really care at all either even after all of the times you reached out to fix things she never responded and broke you so much.
My pretty figure when loved someone so much. I miss you so much
Once has noticed the change in your demeanor every time you went on v-live and someone asked about your relationship with Mina. They said it loon like you wanted to cry and tell them the truth but you knew you couldn’t. And it was all true.. You loved Mina so much and you would do anything for her but it obviously was the same for her.
I don't wanna know how you're doing; When I look back, it was nothing at all
Its been a weeks since the both of you broke up and your members found out you and Mina broke up but Mina wasnt there and they asked you what happened but you didn’t care for her anymore and you just told them that Mina fell out of love and now you could care less about her..
Im doing alright, just like what you said. The dream I've wished for has come true; I'm not curious about you
Its been a month since you’ve broke up and you finally feel a little bit better about yourself since you’ve broken up with Mina and now it was time for the READY TO BE’ World Tour |||| and you knew you would have to act like the 2 of you were in a relationship but you decided not, You did have to interact with her for your duo parts in MOONLIGHT SUNRISE and when Nayeon spun the wheel and your other duo parts in other songs.
Our relationship wasn’t as beautiful as the ones in the movies. It was just the kind of love everyone has. Or did I’ve changed so much? (Yеah)
Maybe your ready to speak to Mina again but you see that shes already texted you. She began to say how sorry she was and asking you in you could restart your friendship even if it doesn’t lead to us getting back together. But you don’t respond; You’re a completely different then you were 2 months ago, your not the girl who lets people back into her life even if they hurt you anymore but even then you look back and think ‘maybe i should give her 1 more chance’
Because of how you're likе that back then. I couldn’t help but to hate you, I endured it like that; You gave me everything
It was so hard to go from loving someone to hating them but that was the best thing to do so; just to save yourself and not fall into a depressing life. Even when you were in a relationship, she gave you everything. All of her attention, love and trust but you guessed it wasn’t enough. The days she wouldnt text you at all or even acknowledge your existence but you didnt realize it till it was too late and she left.
I don't wanna know how you're doing. When I look back, it was nothing at all
Now its been a few weeks since the READY TO BE’ World Tour happened and you were so much happier with being with ONCE but every time you saw a poster with Mi(N/N) it just hit you hard and You just smiled at them and not saying anything about Mina. But you knew that she didnt mean anything anymore since she left you so she obviously didnt care at all.
I'm doing alright, just like what you said. The dream I’ve wished for has come true; I'm not curious
It was encore and it was the Likey dance break and Momo said that you and Mina should do the dance break together and you wanted to break down and cry but Twice and Once began to chant you and Mina’s duo name so that made the both of you walk to the center of the stage and do the dance break. When the dance break finished she held your hand and you felt so happy that she wasn’t giving you the cold shoulder. And she whispered in your ear that shes sorry and she loves you soo much.
I don't wanna know. Ooh-ooh. I'm not curious. Yeah-yeah
You didnt even want to think about what Mina really said to you but when you all said your goodbyes and got off of the stage Mina grabbed your hand and brought the two of you into the bathroom. And she begged for your forgiveness but you couldn’t give it to her after she broke your heart. No yet of course..
I don't wanna know how you're doing. When I look back, it was nothing at all
Its been a few days since you last spoke to Mina and you finally responded to Minas numerous text messages that she was explaining that she was inna bad head space and she didn’t really mean to hurt you. But it was very hard to forgive her after she put you through hell. All the memories you both had were nothing to you.
I'm doing alright, just like what you said. The dream I've wished for has come true; I'm not curious
You went to Jihyo and talked to her about you and Minas problems and she told you that Mina was tell the truth. She also told you about how much Mina cried to her about how she treated you and that she couldnt even look at me without feeling shameful about what she has done. You would of never even though Mina even though that was because how how she looked on the outside. She always looked slightly upset anytime a interviewer asked about you and hows you think of the World Tour. Because she knew that you loved preforming infront of ONCE..
I don't wanna know how you're doing. When I look back, it was nothing at all
But you couldnt take her back this easily, Not when you cried to your therapist about how much she has hurt you and you didnt want to go back down that path. All of the memories you both made in her house, at your favorite stores and many other places just makes you sick. Just maybe. One day you will take Mina back…
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milawritesstuff · 1 year
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Hii love can you write something on the reader playing fifa with pedri and terribly losing everytime and pedri just can't handle how adorable she gets being a sore loser.
I am reader. The reader is me. I cannot play fifa to save my own life.
Alsooo I'm the person who requested the scar fluff! So glad you liked it
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A/N: I combined these two. Hope you like it.
No warning ⚠️
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Your subscribers had been begging for you to have your boyfriend on a livestream with you. Your game of choice was Minecraft but the only way he had agreed to come on was if you played FIFA.
The livestream started and you chose your teams. He began to smile when he got Barcelona. You had tried to play this game before with him but had failed miserably. You knew you were going to lose and it was going to be humiliating in front of everyone.
Pedri scored the first goal. He got up and cheered as if he had scored a goal at Camp Nou himself. You rolled your eyes which caused him to chuckle. -I don’t know if you guys know this but Y/N is extremely competitive.- He said into the stream. Hundreds of messages came in with people saying they had noticed you hated to lose and how you would not handle it well if he beat you.
-I like to be the best at everything that I do.- You commented as the two of you continued to play. Pedri scored again and you threw your controller to the ground. He laughed and put his face in his hands. He knew you hated not only losing but being made fun of losing and he had to make himself stop laughing.
-Here, I’ll go easy on you.- He said as you were about to score a goal. You did but did not enjoy it. You smacked him lightly on his shoulder. -Ow, why?- He said laughing. -Because now you’re going to say I scored just because you let me.-
The comments started to come in about how horrible you were in the game and you should go back to streaming Minecraft or anything else but Fifa. You rolled your eyes as Pedri read off some of the comments. -Guys, I'm sure she will get better if she practices.- You scoffed at him.
-You know I don’t like this game. And I only did it for you guys, so we could get Mr. Golden Boy here with us.-
-So it was just a bribe?- He asked.
You decided to ignore his comment knowing someone would be recording everything the two of you said. Soon enough the comments were coming in talking about how they were sure you could have bribed him in some other way.
He scored again and the match was about to end. He stood up and celebrated again. You rolled your eyes at him. - Stop acting like you’re scoring in a real match.- You said annoyed which only caused him to laugh eve more.
The match ended and you weren’t able to score any more. The two of you sat there as you read off some comments. Pedri answered some and laughed at others. You sat there scrolling through the comments with a pout on your face.
-Is she mad at you?- He read off a comment. -I’m not sure, babe are you mad at me?-
You rolled your eyes. -No.- You said coldly. He laughed. -Well, I think she may be, even if she says no.-
He waited for you to say something but you didn’t. -Amor?- He said and still no answer. The comments started to come in about how sweet he was calling you amor but you didn’t care.
-I’m not mad you guys.- You said into the camera. -But it’s time for us to leave. Subscribe, comment below, and I’ll see you guys later.- You said as you turned off the stream.
-You could have fooled me, I thought you were actually mad at me.- Said Pedri as he stood up from the chair and walked over to you. He tried to hug you but you pushed him away.
-I am mad at you.-
-But you just said you weren’t.-
You took off your headset and placed it on the desk. -I said that so they wouldn’t start the rumors that we are breaking up.-
He looked at your surprised. -Wait, we are breaking up now because I beat you in Fifa?-
You stood there pouting in front of him. -No, I mean, we’re not breaking up but I’m not very happy.- He shook his head.
-I’m sorry?- He said.
-Sorry for what?-
He laughed and scratched his head. -I'm sorry for being better at you in Fifa and beating you in front of all your followers.-
You grunted and as you were going to storm out of the room he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him.
-As beautiful as you look when you get mad, can we stop this? I’m sorry okay? Next time I’ll mine or craft with you or do whatever you want.- He lifted your chin up so you could look at him. He placed a soft kiss on your nose.
-Eres tonto.- You said and the two of you began to laugh.
-You know I love you, right? But you have to stop getting so mad when you lose.- He said. -You are such a sore loser.- You punched him on the shoulder and laughed. -Don’t push your luck Pedrito.
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awooga-llama · 2 years
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The Ocean
Technoblade x NB Child! Reader
I should've posted this earlier but couldn't bring myself too.
This is for you buddy. Though you'd sometimes get your mythology facts wrong and cause me to yell at you through my phone. Without you my minecraft persona would've never existed. 💙
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In the early days of the SMP all was good. Flowers sprouted, animals wandered, and there was laughter. Through the (Y/E/C) eyes of three year old (Y/N) the world was perfect. They strolled through the tall fields behind their grandfather's house as their two uncles searched for them. (Y/N) wasn't supposed to be outside because of their allergies and all the things that could hurt them. Before leaving this morning they had heard their father tell his brothers if anything happened to his child they'd both be dead. Whether if the injury is as small as an ant bite he would hurt them worse. So the uncles did their best to keep (Y/N) in sight at all times, not letting the toddler even look outside because the sun could blind 'em.
"(Y/N) where are you? This isn't funny anymore you little shit." Uncle Tommy called out from far left. The child could hear Wilby scolding his brother for the type of language he used only for Tommy to snap back with, "Well the Blade literally calls them an orphan, what's worse?"
The child just smiled to themselves as they reached a patch of grassy dirt with nothing but blue flowers growing on it. The ground was soft and cool under their feet. In the distance, they could see the ocean. It looked so inviting and inviting looking like they could easily jump right into it. But they didn't know how to swim so jumping into the water would mean going to the doctor and then having to sit in that chair until someone decided they were okay enough to go home. Even when they tried to play outside without a their father or any other guardian watching over them, they never got to experience such joy like the ocean did.
"I found them! Over there!" Wilbur shouted from up behind. The two men came running down the hill. They skidded to a stop as they finally caught sight of (Y/N).
"(Y/N), darling please stop running, we don't want to play anymore." (Y/N) ran away farther from the duo. Their little legs aching slightly but still pumping, being fueled by adrenaline. The small child was filled with excitement. They couldn't remember the last time they felt so alive and free. It wasn't long before they lost sight of the adults who ran after them. Now it was just the wind, the birds chirping above them, and the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore. That's when the feeling hit them; pain. All over.
They cried out, their body collapsing onto the ground while clutching their stomach. Tears streamed down their face. They thought something had happened to their father since the two had a link shared where they could feel the other one's pain. Maybe they were being abandoned again or maybe they died. The child was breathing heavily. Were they dying? They tried to stay awake but it was getting harder to breathe. The child began falling towards the earth. As soon as they touched the ground everything went black.
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"No no no! Wake up (Y/N)." A man's voice rang out. A deep voice but not harsh, comforting almost. But the man was calling too loud, his voice was loud. And it made everything much more painful. Everything felt warm and fuzzy except for their head and stomach.
"You open those (Y/E/C)ed eyes right now!" Another man yelled. His voice was closer than the first one. He sounded angry. Angry and worried. (Y/N) couldn't make sense of why he'd be worried though. It's not like the man cared. The voices continued to speak louder. Each time it felt worse. There was an ache in their whole chest and stomach. Like something inside their heart or lungs was about to explode. Then everything became dark.
"Child wake up!" Someone was shaking them violently. (Y/N)'s body jolted awake and they began to cry and whimper. (Y/N) felt their head throbbing. Everything seemed blurry around the edges.
"Shh orphan, everything's okay. Everything's okay, I promise." The man said, holding the crying child close to him and rocking them gently. The child began to calm. Soon the tears stopped and their breathing slowed. They reconized the man in front of them.
"Dada!" The little one squealed, throwing their arms around the pigmen's neck, squeezing tightly. Uncle Wilbur arrived finally panting heavily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an inhaler giving it to Technoblade, who put it to the child's lips. They quickly sucked in the breath which helped the dizziness subside.
They let go, sitting back against Techno's lap and resting his hands on top of theirs. The warrior kissed their forehead as Wilbur took the inhaler back from his brother's fingers and put it in his own pocket. Tommy sat nearby mumbling under his breath not as angry anymore but still worried. The other two men fussed over the three year old for a little longer before deciding it was wise to head home. Philza was probably pulling his hair out in fear of what could've happened while he slept.
Techno stood up cradling their tiny body in his arms. He glanced at his brothers before saying, "Let's get them home." And headed towards the path through the meadow with (Y/N) held tight in his arms. (Y/N) laid limp between the pigmen's chest breathing in his familiar cologne. They felt themself get sleepy but still had one last question before giving in.
"Daddy, can we go to the ocean tomorrow?" The child questioned in a soft whisper, closing their eyes and smiling to themselves. (Y/N) hadn't seen the ocean since the day they were brought here. They'd seen pictures of it but it just didn't feel real. They weren't convinced, quite the skeptic just like their father. (Y/N) could feel their father breathe out deeply and her uncles bickering at each other nearby as they walked.
"Sure thing Orphan. But only after I have a long talk with your uncles." The child nodded and yawned.
"Don't yell at them too much please Dada. I want to see them again in the future." Techno laughed quietly and nuzzled the child in his arms.
"Sure thing kiddo, now sleep.child You ran a long ways from home which means an even longer walk." (Y/N) sighed tiredly and closed their eyes. Within seconds they were snoring softly in Techno's arms. They were so precious and innocent. He didn't deserve the child but would gladdly be there for the trouble they will get into, dragging his brothers into it with them. He couldn't wait.
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emoszart · 2 months
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"Prazhakan Muerti"
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It means "Welcome Everyone" A fictional ancient language called Watalic, set in the country of Watalia, the place of peace, the founder of the naturomancers guild.
🪷 > I'm Emoszart, a fellow lady journalist from the Country of Couer, an exchange royal researcher in the scribes guild in Watalia, I'm rewarded as the best artist recorded in the country of Reofallin. I have many names which the spirits had called me as I grew stronger connections with them, yet I chose this as my identity.
🌾> My abilities were remained unknown for awhile.
Dig More!
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🍁 > I'm a fellow traveler, with the simple knowledge of languages: English, Tagalog, Semi-fluent in German, Japanese, Watalic.
🥀> Books I've read: Grishaverse Books, Mariah Mundi, The Stolen Heir, The song of Archilles, Diary of a wimpy kid series, Scriptures.
🌻> My idols had created this creations which I admired for almost a year: Jibaku Shounen Hanako-Kun, Snow White with the red hair, Jujutsu Kaisen, Apothecary diaries, Frieren, Reincarnation Jobless, Eighty-Six, I'm not just into Anime but cartoons as well.
🌸> I play Project Sekai, Sky, A girl adrift, Minecraft, etc.
🪻 > I'm a single sunflower longing for Daffodils, I love the language of flowers, as well as quality time.
🌼 > I'm here, alive and well, sharing lores and secrets of Tzadam, secretly disguising in the revenburg, a member of secret society against the cult of Evil.
🍄 > My fellow comrades @sukiyukiii & @https-immotmari very loud yet quite, they're the symphony to my life, as we survive in the world of corruption, same brain cells that leads to a lucky charm.
💐> I'm destined in here to share the lores of our fellow rangifers, and much more from the fandoms I'm in.
THANK YOU FOR READING.
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dilf-din · 5 months
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Running From the Daylight
A Rebelcaptain Story (Vampire!Jyn x Cassian)
Rating: T
WC: 5k
Warnings/tags: modern AU, vampire AU, made up vampire lore, mentions of alcohol, intense soulmate-ism and longing
A/N: this idea came to me while listening to Daylight by 5SOS. It’s very rom-commy, and frankly I’m obsessed with them. Please enjoy my little brain child!
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She's got a method of killing
Pulling you in like you're gonna start kissing
Fooling around until you've lost all feeling
Sucking your blood until your heart stops beating
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Melshi bustled into their apartment a little past 7:00 that night to find Cassian with his legs up on the coffee table table, computer in his lap with the Minecraft music playing low.
“Get dressed, we’re going out,” he said, standing in front of his roommate with his arms crossed.
“Have fun,” Cass responded, eyes not lifting from the screen.
Melshi sighed, leaning forward to push his laptop shut with one finger.
“Hey,” Cass started.
“We’re going out. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Cassian grumbled and pushed up off the couch, stalking off to his room to pull on something without a large bleach stain from an age old laundry mishap. He knew his friend was well meaning. Melshi always extended an invite when his group of friends was going to a bar or a movie. Cassian usually declined, preferring his own company to low lit, crowded spaces. It had been a while since he said yes, though. He didn’t want people to come knocking down his door to make sure he was still alive.
Once he was bundled in boots and his long coat, he followed Melshi into the shaky elevator that sat just across the hall from their door. The burgundy carpet was discolored from decades of spills, and the fluorescent lights nestled into the ceiling were missing a panel. There was a couple already inside headed down as well. They shuffled to the side to allow room for the two men. Everyone exchanged cordial smiles and head nods as they continued the ride in silence.
The December air was sharp in Cassian’s lungs as they entered the stream of people moving briskly down the sidewalk. Hats and coats of every color dotted the pavement as people broke off from groups, crossed sides, and re-integrated themselves into another cluster of people all headed to ring in the new year in their own way. The pair made light conversation as they walked side by side past tall brick buildings, wintery store fronts, and street signs still hung with Christmas lights.
“Aren’t we a little too old for this?” he had asked Melshi as they stood in a packed line on the New York sidewalk. The sun had long since faded behind the skyline, and his breath was coming out in long, feathery clouds. The tips of his ears and nose were brushed pink by the wind’s lips, and he drew his scarf tighter around his neck as a particularly strong gust swept over the street.
“You might be, the rest of us aren’t though,” Melshi teased, “It’s New Year’s Eve, Cass. You can go back to being a hermit tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder as they shuffled forward a few more feet.
As they descended the staircase, Cassian tried not to roll his eyes when he got hit with a wall of cheap smelling weed and music so loud the bass was distorted.
Although the song blaring wasn’t Cassian’s first choice, he was happy to be out of the cold. He and his counterpart exchanged their jackets for tickets and stuffed them into their front pockets before venturing farther into the club.
Melshi spotted his group of friends instantly, waving as he approached them.
“I’m just going to grab a drink,” Cass called over the noise, giving Melshi’s shoulder a quick squeeze as he disappeared in the opposite direction. There were several seats open at the bar as most of the patrons were dancing in close proximity on the sparkling black floor. Cassian ordered a rum and coke and settled on a stool at the very end of the bar, leaning back against the wall. The chill he felt in the entryway quickly dissipated now that he was surrounded by so many other bodies. Sweat pricking at his back caused him to roll up the sleeves of his sweater, turning up the sleeves of his button down over them to hold them in place. He checked his watch to find it was barely past eight, leaving him with at least three hours to muddle through before he could excuse himself back to their apartment. Taking another long swig of his drink, he turned his eyes to the scattered crowd. Groups of girls laughed loudly, drinks in hand. There were pairs of men standing off to every side of the room sharing polite conversations. His eyes drifted over the sea of people, not seeing anything of note until they caught a glint of silver shining off a dress. His gaze settled on the girl wearing it. Pale skin, almost translucent in the light, and eyes so green he could make out the hue even from across the room. She must’ve felt his eyes on him, because she returned his gaze, the corner of her mouth turning up a microscopic amount as her eyes scanned the length of his body. Her right hand lazily moved a stemmed glass up to her plush lips, and she downed the rest of what appeared to be a martini.
Everything about her was elegant. Her coy expression told Cassian she was no stranger to attention. To her, turning heads was as second nature as breathing. She couldn’t have looked more like she belonged, but, at the same time, something about her felt blindingly out of place. Suddenly feeling self conscious, he cast his eyes to the floor, not wanting to get taken for a creep.
Cass was trying to put his finger on what it was that felt off. It wasn’t the slinky dress that twinkled like a disco ball, cutting deep to show the sharp edges of her shoulder blades. Nor was it the choppy shag of her hair that made her look straight out of the 70’s, or the confidence she oozed. No, it was something that wasn’t physical, something about her presence. She carried herself like she had a secret only she was in on, as if she was setting everyone up for a grand joke that she would never reveal the punchline to. He looked up again, disappointed to find she was gone, like she had vanished into thin air. He didn’t lament for long, though. He figured he would run into her again. This place wasn’t too huge after all. Tipping his head back one final time, he finished off his drink, leaving the empty glass on the bar, and made his way back to his friend.
Cassian was happy enough to sit on the outer edge of a booth guarding everyone’s purses, beers, and half eaten appetizers while they danced. He spotted Melshi dancing with a pretty brunette and gave him an eyebrow raise and an approving smile. When he friend looked away, Cass sighed, drumming his fingers on the table. A quick glance at his watch told him it was only 9:13. Seeing one of the other group members approaching the table to rest, Cassian decided to stretch his legs. He took another slow lap through the maze of doorways and found himself back at the bar he stopped at when they first arrived. As he sat waiting for his drink, he felt the brush of someone else settling in the stool next to him. Just the presence alone sent a wave of chills down his spine, a wild anticipation dancing down his nerves, making the hairs on his arms stand at attention.
“Hello,” a posh voice came out.
He turned to see the girl from before leaning against the bar on one elbow, facing him straight on. She gave a hint of a smile, blinding white teeth surrounded by crimson lips.
Cassian was tongue tied. Now that she was right there, every cell in his body screamed at her nearness. He wanted to be even closer, to know more about her.
“I saw you staring at me earlier,” she continued.
“Oh, uh, I’m sorry about that. I was jus—” he stammered.
“Don’t be. A lot of people look through me, so it’s nice to be seen.”
Cassian was baffled at the thought of anyone not being captivated by her. She was the only person in the room to him. It went beyond personal preference. She was magnetic, charming, full of intrigue.
“What’s your name?” she asked, staring down at the glass in her hand and giving the remaining clear alcohol a swirl.
“Cassian.”
“Cassian, hmm,” she contemplated before draining her glass, “Jyn.”
“Jyn,” he repeated, a shy smile on his face, “Can I buy you a drink?”
“No,” she said plainly, “But you **can dance with me.”
His legs moved before his mouth could, carrying him behind her to the crowded dance floor, before he could make an excuse about having two left feet or not having danced in public since college. Another nondescript song poured through the speakers, something about this being the best night of your life. He was starting to believe it.
They were well into weaving between pairs of partygoers before he realized she had been holding his wrist securely. He expected his skin to burn from her touch, but she was like ice, sending another wave of goosebumps up his arm. When the crowd shifted to accommodate their presence, she turned to face him, hips already swaying to the music. He placed tentative hands on her waist, but she pressed close enough to him that he could feel her breath on the sliver of his neck exposed by the open collar of his shirt, inviting him into this shared space with her. Soft hands wove their way around his neck and tangled with the ends of his hair. He swallowed hard and looked down at her. The girl in his arms was a walking contradiction. Looking innocent as could be, but with a hunger in her eyes, like she could rip his throat out and walk away without batting an eyelash. Cassian was holding a lit fuse in his hands, and he didn’t care.
Their bodies moved in sync to the quickly changing beats, as if they had been dance partners for years, known each other their whole lives. Her fingers fit with his, his body pressed to hers like they were two halves of a whole. Fire and ice. Sunbeams and stardust caught twirling, inexplicably bound together.
As the night progressed, the tension between them built with every touch, every step, every twirl. Callused fingertips dipped into the edges of her backless dress, skin to skin under the pale white lights. Jyn was weightless, on a high she didn’t want to come down from. She usually didn’t allow herself to indulge like this, in men and alcohol. Every bit of her conscience was screaming at her to shut it down, but the feel of his beard against her throat as he pressed slow kisses to her neck was short circuiting the part of her brain responsible for making good decisions.
Every other time she had been able to stamp down the longing brewing in the pit of her stomach. Every other time she had been able to keep it physical, just scratching an itch, but the smell of his cologne and the touch of his hands, rough but kind, were being mapped in her brain the longer they danced. He was being written into her DNA, becoming indistinguishable from her own flesh. She had to look for an out.
“D’you wanna get out of here? Have a smoke for a minute?” she called over the noise.
“Let me go get my jacket,” he called, pressing his lips to her ear.
Cass wove his way back through the crowd and to the coat check near the entrance. Jyn soon followed behind, wrapping her arm through his and slinging her thin purse strap across her body.
Melshi gave Cass a thumbs up as he saw them headed up to the street to get some fresh air. There were a few pairs of people lining the sidewalk sharing hushed conversations and cigarettes. Cass led her a few blocks down where they could have more space to themselves. She drew a pack of cigarettes out of her purse and offered him one.
“Just the one is fine with me,” he smiled, reaching for the lighter he kept in his pocket, holding the flame to the end of the cigarette perched between her lips. The flame dancing so close to her face brought out deep veins of gold in her eyes that were lost in the dimly lit club.
“You’re very beautiful,” Cassian said softly. He towered over her, even in her sparkly heels.
A smile quirked across her lips as she passed it to him, “You’re very dashing.”
“Tell me if I’m way off base here, but do you feel this too? The chemistry? Something about being here with you feels so right…right,” he all but blurted out.
“I feel it too,” she said almost breathlessly, swallowing down the lump in her throat, knowing how this would end.
Across the street, they heard a crowd of people counting down from twenty, signaling midnight’s approach.
“Looks like we made it out just in time,” Cassian smiled, with a soft chuckle.
“Call it luck,” she suggested, mirroring his smile.
“Or fate,” he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his breath hot on her lips as he leaned closer.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Cassian waited for the press of her lips to his, but it never came. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes to see the space in front of him empty. He didn’t hear her walk off, didn’t feel her move away from his touch, it was almost like she vanished. He stood dumbfounded, not even daring to call her name. Maybe she took her chance under the cover of the erupting fireworks and ran. Maybe she was an apparition this whole time. No matter the truth, his heart that was soaring on freshly sprouted wings moments prior, now lay bruised on the snow dusted sidewalk in front of him. Taking in a deep, shuddering breath, he turned on his heel, simultaneously stamping out the cigarette and heading in the direction of his apartment.
The sound of continued celebrations passed him on every side. Music, cheering, and delayed bottles of champagne popping all floated down on the wind as he walked stone faced back to his empty bed in his empty apartment. Muffled laughter and music spilled under the doorways as he approached their door, key in hand. He flicked on the light that sat to the left of the door, and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on its designated hook with slaw hands. Cassian felt numb, and not just from the freezing wind he had walked face forward in to get home. This numbness radiated out from the chasm in his chest, making each of his limbs feel like dead weight.
He went through the motions of his night time routine in a daze. Changing into pajamas, washing his face, brushing his teeth. He could’ve sworn she felt it too. Maybe he’s been alone for so long, he doesn’t know how to read those situations any more. But he asked and she said yes. His head started to spin. He switched off the bathroom light and stumbled into his bedroom. The constant booming of fireworks right outside his window wasn’t helping the splitting headache he felt developing. Pulling a pillow over his head, Cass shut his eyes and tried to quiet his mind enough to sleep.
——
He woke in the morning with his head feeling like a lead weight balanced precariously between his shoulders. He shuffled into the kitchen squinting at the light pouring in from the sides of the window shades.
“He lives,” Melshi smiled through a bite of cereal. The brunette was sitting at the counter in his pajamas, seemingly having woken up just a few minutes before Cassian.
“And is your friend here?” he asked quietly, with another, more mischievous smile.
Cass unscrewed the top of the aspirin bottle and shook two out into his hand, slamming them back with a glass of water before flatly answering, “No.”
Melshi’s smile flipped into a disappointed frown, “The two of you seemed to be getting on so well though.”
“That’s what I thought too, but we went out to have a smoke right around midnight, and when I leaned in for the kiss, she vanished.”
“I’m sorry about that, mate.”
“No, I mean she vanished. Like into thin air.”
“People don’t just disappear, Cass.”
“She did!” his voice started to elevate, “I mean you saw her, right? You saw us dancing?”
“Yes, I saw you,” he said slowly, brows knitting together in concern, “Are you okay?”
“No! I feel like I’m going crazy! I met the perfect girl last night, and she slipped through my fingers, and I have no way to contact her. I’ll never know if it all just wasn’t in my head,” he lamented, leaning onto the counter with both elbows and rubbing his face vigorously in the palms of his hands.
“I think you had a bit much to drink last night,” Melshi said softly.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Cassian said, raising back to his full height and turning to pull his faded coffee mug out of the cabinet next to him. He figured it was best to forget about it, or, at least to pretend that he did when he was around his friends. Jyn would forever be a mystery to him. A memory burned into his skin. All night, he felt the ghost of her hands on his body and caressing his face, like he was being tormented by some succubus that wasn’t there when he reached back out to touch her. He had played back every moment trying to pinpoint any signs he might’ve missed, any indication that she wasn’t as completely enamored with him as he was with her. After draining two cups of black coffee, Cassian leaned his head against the cool steel of the fridge door and found himself wishing that he knew what Jyn was thinking, just one peek into her mind to set this all straight.
——
Across town in an expansive penthouse, Jyn was pacing the floors with bare feet, lamenting the way her evening had ended. Empty wine bottles cluttered her coffee table from her meager attempts at getting even the slightest bit drunk enough to feel something. All it gave her was a headache and a full bladder though.
She drained one final bottle and tossed its empty shell onto the rug next to her discarded heels. Her dress lay in a crumpled, glimmering pile over the arm of her sofa. On her body was nothing but the crimson lingerie set she had purchased for that particular outfit, planning to reveal it to a lucky, or, unlucky, suitor at the end of the night.
A heavy sigh left her lips as she curled up in her favorite spot overlooking the city. For hours, her windows were lit up with dozens of firework displays. They had only dwindled in number as dawn approached. She watched the sun crest the horizon and spill buckets of yellow and pink into the harbor’s dark mouth. The waves stretched their legs to welcome the first day of a new year, sending the ships off with a choppy goodbye.
New Year’s Eve for Jyn was always melancholic. Each year that passed just created more space between her and the loved ones she had outlived along the way. Each year her skin remained taut and glowing while her family rotted away in crude wooden coffins.
Time had always been a friend and an enemy of hers, a thorn in her side and a balm for the wound it left. Since she was bitten, she had been afforded the chance to start over again and again. Not many people got the grace of do-overs or the wondrous gift of seeing the world. She felt like a petulant child sometimes for being jealous of mortality, but after so many trips around the sun, so many voyages across the seas, she started to ache for a familiarity she had never known. Every time she got comfortable, as the years piled on, people started to notice she was unscathed by time, like a relic behind the glass in a museum, features frozen and perfectly preserved for onlookers to gawk at. She was familiar with the pain of being clipped at the roots and forced to re-grow somewhere else. The cycle was starting to drain the life from within her, like a painful reminder of being transformed all over again.
Jyn had lived many lives in many places, but she always came back to New York. It was easy to disappear there, to slip into a crowd, hop onto a subway, vanish in plain sight.
“Idiot,” she chided herself, on the remembrance of her most recent Houdini act.
For years she had kept her emotions under lock and key, perfected the art of not giving a fuck, not getting attached. In one night, with one look, all of her walls came careening down, and she was left with the decision to either rebuild or… No, she needed to think clearly. She didn’t have another option, told herself the facts over and over, repeated what she knew about humans and the last time she got too close to one. Still, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the boy from last night out of her head. His deep brown eyes were all she saw every time she shut hers. She swore his fingerprints were burned into her sides and the back of her neck. Being with him awakened something within her, a hunger, a craving unlike any other she had felt before. There were several moments as they danced under the blinking lights where she could’ve sworn she felt the phantom beat of her heart from where it laid dormant in her chest. Being with him made her feel alive again, and she didn’t know how to make sense of it all.
By now, the sun was high in the sky, flooding the oak floors that were stained a deep, rich umber with pools of warm gold. Though the light could burn her, she had made a habit out of keeping the shades open on the floor to ceiling windows that lined the living area. She had spent much too long living in darkness to not indulge in things like this beautiful winter morning.
The staircase to the second level lay across from the wall where her long, grey sectional sat nestled beneath massive oil paintings she had collected over the years. It led directly over the kitchen to another sitting area outside of her bedroom suite. She climbed the stairs with long, fluid motions, looking like a goddess come to earth. Sprawling out across her bed, Jyn opted to try for sleep one more time, but as soon as her eyes clamped shut, she was met with memories of Cassian so real she could swear she was in his arms again.
Her name on his tongue, her lips on her skin, everything was pounding against her temples, making her feel like she was captive to the telltale heart.
Jyn shot straight up, a resolve set deep in her chest to not ruin another life, to not string along another lover only to watch them fade as time sneered over her shoulder. She stamped out the flame that was lit last night, buried it under the rubble of her past, and decided to look for something else to lose herself in. Maybe this would be the year she went back to school or booked a really long cruise to distract herself. She rolled off her bed and climbed into her office chair, pulling her laptop open and powering it on to lose herself in the endless possibilities that lay on the other side of her boot up screen.
——
Weeks passed and Cassian continued on with his life as normal. He took the train to the office with Melshi in the mornings, had polite banter with his coworkers over cups of rotten tasting coffee. He did his work, took the train home, and did it all over again. As February approached, he found himself still hung up on a girl that he had barely spent three hours with. He went on one date with a girl from accounting last week, listened to her drone on about her cat and her marathon coming up while she stabbed at her salad. She was nice but she wasn’t Jyn. He couldn’t even bring himself to care when she tried to kiss him at the end of the night and he ducked his head to avoid it. Sure, it would be awkward at work on Monday, but he had no interest in kissing anyone else or hearing them talk about the pieces that made up their lives. Cass dreamed of her soft lips, ached to hear her laugh again, bright and refreshing like a rain storm after a drought, a downpour he had spent years on his knees for, hurling hopeful prayers at a cloudless sky. And each time he caught the tide of his mind drifting to her pull, he reminded himself that she didn’t care about him at all, probably hadn’t thought twice about him since that night.
His usually peaceful sleep schedule had been a wreck all month. Agony was the only word he could use to describe it behind closed doors, plagued by a sense of longing for something he wasn’t quite sure he deserved to wish for, couldn’t allow himself to dream about. When his eyes refused to stay shut one particular night, he rolled over to find his clock staring at him in bright blue light, half past midnight already. Restlessness ran through Cassian’s limbs like electricity, longing for an outlet. He clumsily kicked off his covers and pulled on a hoodie to go for a late night walk. Maybe some cool evening air and moonlight would do his body good, he reasoned.
Stepping off the elevator and into the barren lobby, he was met with an eerie silence, seemingly the only soul awake with the approaching witching hour, meant to be safe in his bed like the rest of the city. He crossed the room with a reverence, dodging squeaky floorboards on light feet, not wanting to disturb the quietude. The short flight of steps down to the sidewalk was damp from a lingering rain shower. Cassian pulled his hood up and jogged into the night with no particular route in mind. He was met with heavy air and the kind of cold that clung to you like a second skin, crawled into your lungs and curled up to stay when you opened your mouth to exhale. The streets were empty save for a few cars driving slowly through the drizzle. Wet slush and grit crunching under tires roared in Cassian’s ears. It was almost enough to drown out his relentless thoughts.
He kept his hands stuffed in the front pocket of his hoodie as he followed the green lights over crosswalks and across empty streets. Few others were out this time of night, especially in this weather. Come spring’s thaw, it would be a whole new story. The city would come to life again, bustling at all hours. For now, he was thankful for the solitude, as if he didn’t get enough day to day. Once he realized he had wandered far enough, the full moon’s glow lit his path home. He was admiring the way it glistened in the small pools of standing water and almost walked straight into the hooded figure standing outside his apartment, pacing back and forth beneath the ginkgo tree at the foot of the building.
“Sorry,” he murmured, keeping his head down.
“Cassian?”
That voice. Her voice. He would know it anywhere, like it had always been a part of him.
“Jyn, how did you find me?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“I thought you hated me. I thought I would never see you again.”
She took a step closer, tentative hand reaching out to bridge the gap between them, desperate to feel his warmth again, “I could never.”
He gave a wry laugh, “You don’t know that.”
“I thought about you every day,” she whispered, her pinky reaching out towards his hanging hand.
“And I thought about you, stayed up for days trying to decide if you were just a dream,” he stepped closer, allowing her left hand to tangle with his right. His own left hand came up to gently cup the back of her neck.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she closed her eyes and swallowed hard, giving him one more out and hoping he wouldn’t take it.
“Lucky for you, I want to know it all,” he smiled softly, and she decided she could spend forever in the strong hold of his embrace, however long forever ended up being for them.
“I’d really like that kiss now.”
Her lips almost brushed his with that confession, and he took it as permission to close the distance once and for all.
He kissed her fervently, like a secret prayer, like solemn worship, and she kissed him like he was the answer to the crushing loneliness she had grown accustomed to. Even now, she could feel the sun rising over the ashes of her soul, stirring the pieces. His kiss was like electricity, like being reanimated.
Rain had begun falling heavily accompanied by booming thunder as another storm rolled in. Cassian finally pulled away, lips seeking those desperate last kisses before resting the bridge of his nose against hers.
“You’re freezing,” he remarked, dragging a knuckle gently down her cheek.
“Yeah, about that,” she began.
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