So @frostbitebakery tagged me in a last line meme, but in the spirit of six sentence sunday I am instead posting the last six paragraphs I wrote because I think they're chewy and tasty and deserve to be seen and likely otherwise won't be. Thanks Frost!
And Ice in turn looks undeniably, deeply sad. Not grieving or mauldin or hopeless or another dozen emotions that Maverick has seen of him that are shades of that feeling, but simply, obviously, incredibly unhappy. Ice carries an dissatisfaction inside him – different to the one that Maverick has, the one that has him burning like a star coming through the stratosphere, but there all the same – and there’s an underlying sorrow that accompanies that, always, but that’s not what this is. Now, he’s just sad, and Maverick has done that to him.
“We tried, didn’t we?” Ice asks, and somehow, even through that sadness, he smiles. Maverick wants to claw through the suddenly huge chasm of distance between them and cup his face in his hands, turn that smile into a true laugh, to make everything right again. To do anything to make Ice happy again. It’s intolerable that anyone hurt Ice. Even him. Maybe especially him.
“Yeah,” Maverick says through a thick throat, voice catching. “We gave it a red hot go.”
“I still would do it,” Ice says, eyes deep, seeing, knowing. Not moving from Maverick’s face. Like he wants to savour every second left they have together. “I’d still want to try, even if I knew we couldn’t make it work. I’d still want to know what I know of you, Mav.”
And it hurts like a bitch. Like Ice has stood up and suckerpunched the air out of him, except that would only be a physical pain, and this one instead scours itself deep onto Maverick’s heart. “You can’t say shit like that,” Maverick says, breathless, almost choking on his grief, and Ice closes his eyes, that shade of a smile disappearing from his face. Now, he just looks tired.
“It’s the truth,” he insists. “I don’t usually get to tell the truth, but I’m not going to avoid it here. Even if it was only for a summer – I’d want you to be mine.”
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Okay but an AU where the Black family mafia is burned down in a house fire on New Years Eve while Regulus was out fetching his brother from the pub with his three lowlife friends. The brothers come back to find their family and their empire gone, and their faces on every wanted poster in the city - not to mention that, without their family's protection, all the people they've done wrong to want revenge.
Regulus will turn eighteen in a year, and then he'll be old enough to travel out of the country with Sirius, but until then they need to stay with his friends in their safehouse. The hotel used to be Barty's father's, but he slipped something into his tea and now it's a safe haven for the criminals with nowhere else to go where he runs the bar. Remus grew up in a sacrificial cult that he escaped during a police raid, and because of his involvement and years without proper meals and medical treatment, his options are numbered and his wallet can barely sustain how deadly ill he's fallen. James used to be rich, he really did, but then he gambled it all away trying to get richer and impress Lily Evans, then his parents kicked him out and he used to last of his funds to pay for Remus's medication - he's completely broke.
They're barely getting by and they're surviving mostly because no one knows they're there. And they're about to adopt the two most sought after criminals in all of London. They can't say no, how could they? They're in love with them.
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A Promise Between Heartbeats
After recovering fully from his injuries, R'alma has decided to start right away on the list of promises he made to G'raha at the ends of the universe. First on the list is a trip to Ishgard, during which he is determined to take the advice he's been given and finally make his heart and affections known to his companion. But that objective proves surprisingly difficult, given that they can't seem to get any significant amount of time to themselves in a city where the name and face of the fabled Warrior of Light are so well-known…
Link up there, preview below the cut! Also counts toward March of the Tropes: Day 31 - True Love's Kiss!
And with that..... I have officially completed March of the Tropes! *flops over and dies*
R'alma really did hate the cold.
It was no surprise, really. As a young Miqo'te kit, she'd grown up in the hot, arid climate of Thanalan. As an Auri woman, her scales and horns had been sensitive to temperature changes. Now…
Well, now he had these long, flopping ears that seemed to just leak body heat. At least, for the moment they were flopping. Normally, they'd be standing up tall and proud, their red tips and sleek black fur on full display. But ever since he'd set foot in Coerthas, he'd had them pinned almost flat against his head in a poor attempt to keep them warm.
And to keep the snow out of them. It seemed like everything that fell from the sky managed to find its way straight down into his ears now.
Sometimes he really missed having horns instead.
He was trying his best not to complain about it, and all things considered, he felt he'd done a pretty good job so far. He'd made sure to dress as warmly as he could, and was thankful that Tataru had already finished the adjustments on the heavy coat she'd made him for the Garlemald trip. After all, he knew present company wouldn't have let him out in anything that still hid his tail (which was also cold now, by the way).
And besides, G'raha seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. What was a little discomfort in the face of that?
Downtime was something that had been hard to come by in recent years and, as such, R'alma hardly knew what to do with himself when he had it. Even worse, his most recent bout had been forced upon him by his injuries, leaving him absolutely stir crazy for the last several days. Finally, though, Y'shtola had deemed him fit for travel, and with no catastrophes looming on their horizon, he had decided it was a good time to start working on the list of promises he had made.
And to maybe work on getting up the courage to do what he and Thancred had discussed. The swordsman had given him no shortage of very pointed glances since that night. All of which he very pointedly ignored.
As it was, he and G'raha had been in Ishgard since yesterday, and he still had yet to bring it up.
The fault was not… entirely his own, arguably. As he kept telling himself, he just hadn't been able to find the right opportunity. After all, when they'd first arrived, it felt as though they had been immediately beset on all sides. Downtime was most certainly difficult to come by, even without a looming catastrophe, it would seem.
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man I've been trying to latch onto the story beats for KOTET but mostly failing; and I think it's because Eight's whole deal with it only worked for KOTFE. would he beat Valkorion's ass for trying to hijack his and Jadus' bond? absolutely. would he be there for the Vaylin stuff? not... so much.
The way he sees it, he's repaying a life debt to Lana (since Koth pretty much opted out of it by taking the Gravestone as his reward) that is equal in worth to Arcann's death. Once that happens, he's out. And he hasn't enjoyed this whole stint one bit either; in fact, I can say he's even more miserable than he was under the Castellan Restraints. At least there he was thrilled by it and motivated by his own purposes. Here, he feels trapped. Alone.
You could say he has a choice to walk away, but at this point he's too mired in the war and it's...well, he takes burdens. He has that code to always repay what he owes even if he hates it. Lana doesn't realize it either-- or she only noticed one time via that letter, but didn't do much about it because what she asks him to do is so tied to what she doesn't give a second thought about: it's necessary. She thinks he has a personal stake in this and projects her own frustrations at the state of the world onto him because she doesn't know. And perhaps, that means.... she doesn't know him, either.
Their relationship was basically the same before too, only this time it's tipped drastically in her favor because he no longer has that choice to disobey. He could've had worse masters, but Lana's pragmatism and way of pointing him at what needs to be done (killed) has been horrible thus far. Even Jadus/Acina were both more receptive and open to him and while Lana does in essence, care, she does not hesitate and doesn't question her motives or the one she's shouldering these tasks to.
It's mostly the BuyowareTM effect of mission-ordained bestie and the plot railing, but it also does feel like... she doesn't realize how satisfied she is when he's finally following her orders after a long, long time of him openly resisting and making no effort to respect her chain of command, which was like a subconscious reaction on his part each time he sassed her because he didn't want to be under her thumb. Then when he agrees and does what she asks, she's more than pleased, happy even.
Yet from Eight's pov, it does something to him each time where he sinks even further into being that unfeeling weapon who no longer wants to think.
Would she be mortified if she knew how miserable he was having her as a taskmaster? Most likely. She's just doing what she thinks is best for the people she knows and her galaxy-- but it's her unawareness of this, her extreme pragmatism and eagerness to use him to the best of her ability that shifts their power dynamic to something less benevolent. Even under the kindest of Sith who treats him as a friend, he suffers because of his nature as a weapon to be used by her and her iron-clad ideals.
It's also a detriment on his part where Eight makes no effort to sway other people or change them because he believes in witnessing their true selves without his interference, and when Lana admitted she only saved him so he could save them, she sealed her fate and his. In that way, he tends to enable the worst in others around him because he lets them go unchecked, convinced it's who they are at their core. It's made worse by Eight honoring his debt to Lana, as he can only follow what she wishes and not completely override her decisions as he did before in SoR.
You could also say Theron helped to balance that out but as he's taken a backseat this time, it's also become damaging to him to watch Eight lopsidedly defer to a much colder side that clashes with Theron's way of doing things. So much so he's started "other"-ing him and blaming it on heartless Imps. That's another reason why every time Eight gets separated from them, he briefly considers using the opportunity to run away, but of course, he never does. Using Dromund Kaas' assassination attempt as a cover for his death was so tempting, and how bad does it have to be if you want to fake your death to your friends of all things?
I feel like this is all going to reach an untenable point somewhere as it has to, I'm just unsure as to what form it'll take given the unpredictable nature of the current story to either provide me with all the story revelations or nothing at all.
The current idea i'm entertaining is that Theron puts the pieces together of Eight's downturn into extreme coldness and avoidance of them, an overhead discussion involving Koth once again arguing with Lana over her treatment of him (i.e. that one letter), and then the final subplot where he is given the extra mission during the Traitor Arc to not only destroy the Gravestone but take away their other weapon, Eight himself, by convincing him to leave the Alliance-- only that isn't a ploy from Theron because he catches onto just how bad this is for his former friend and ends up helping Eight "get out".
That's probably too messy of a story to write, but we'll see-- but also because the Traitor Arc would hit much differently if Lana simply sic'ed Eight on Theron like she did on Arcann and Senya and Vaylin to some essence. For one, he might end up dead. And nobody likes a dead Theron. Two, Eight really is the Alliance's other weapon, and much less of a personality as the game makes out the Commander/Outlander to be. Vinn Atrius might have noticed by then who that white-haired attack dog is who keeps entering the battlefield and killing their top contenders: another one of the Alliance's trump cards. He and the Gravestone have been synonymous in their effectiveness and use from the beginning, so it's only natural they'd want to take him out of the picture.
Lastly, I just really want these two to reconcile. It kind of broke my heart that Theron used to find common ground with him and now doesn't see him at all, and I also thought the idea of a little bit of truth being behind him being a traitor was spicy if... the Outlander was one who was more burdened by the Alliance than protected or saved by it. The idea of taking down everything you've built thus far because it's hurting the person who made it all possible... it's sweet, isn't it? It's the kind of thing the last spy with a heart would do. Maybe that's ooc. But I do like the idea of exploring just how far all of them are willing to use weapons who may even be their own friends just to get ahead in this damn galaxy, and course-correcting from that when you realize you'll never stop having another Arcann or Vaylin, with too many Senyas and Master Surros in between.
This has to end somewhere, but mostly I just want the Rishi trio to come to terms with the way they are now :'I.
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