Trick or treat!
*places a single sundrop on your step*
Awwww, you're so sweet! But we all know the drill by now
You'd just finished up the last of the files, putting them cleanly away where no child would mess with them in the morning. Stretching your back, you sighed and let your eyes close for just a moment.
It had been a long day, certainly busier than most as kids ran around the Pizzaplex in their Halloween costumes. Sun had let the kids paint his casing, and you shuddered to think of what the technicians would think of that.
Something dropped into your lap. Curiously, you opened your eyes and sat up. It was a moondrop. A faint smile crept across your face. You knew exactly what he was getting at with that one. "I was just about to clock out."
"Sleep-over."
"No, I have to go home, Moon." The messy array of paint that Sun had allowed to be smeared across his faceplate lingered on Moon's face, and it looked positively ghastly in the dimmed lights of the office. "Go bother the night guard. I'm sure you'll get a wonderful scream."
"They'd be faking it," Moon replied, opting to land on the floor next to your chair.
"With that costume? No way. The reaction would be 100% natural."
Moon grumbled out something about how you weren't funny and that joke didn't even make sense. He was a jester. Not a clown. And the security guard would not be frightened by a jester because they hadn't in the past.
"Don't you remember? Sun let the kids give you two a costume this year," you replied cheerfully. "C'mon, just give it a shot, Moon. If it doesn't work, you can totally blame me."
Moon made a staticky noise, and you weren't sure if it was agreement or not.
"Tell you what. You can walk me to the door. Just this once." You quickly navigated to the employee section of the computer and typed in your code to clock out. "Since I'm sooooo tired tonight."
Moon peered down at you, an amused chuckle slipping out of his voicebox. An arm wrapped swiftly around your waist as Moon crawled up the desk and ducked into one of the vents. Shoving your face into your shirt, you realized the paint on his face was glowing. Glow in the dark paint?
The kids never used glow in the dark paint since Sun liked to hide it out of reach. But maybe since it was Halloween, Sun let them indulge. After all, the Daycare Attendant wouldn't care for having paint in unpleasant places normally either.
Finally, Moon shot out of the vent, connecting to his wire as he shot toward the door. With a short laugh, you were at the door. "Very kind of you to escort me to the door, Mr. Moon."
Moon's fans whirred at that, but he gave you a mocking salute.
"Don't forget to scare the night guard!" you called back as you pushed the door open. "I want to hear all about it in the morning."
Moon scoffed, but he lifted into the air, presumably on the search for the security guard.
Moon recorded his encounter, and poor Vanessa was never going to live down that experience. You were glad you had a chance to help Moon do something fun for Halloween.
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Old Injuries
Prompt: Ache | Massage
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Takuya stared at the ceiling. It was one of the bad days, when old injuries from games made themselves known. One of the days when Takuya felt at least ten years older than what he was. There was an ache deep inside his knees and he really didnโt want to move, risk making it worse. Even if he knew that moving would help. It always did.
He could hear Kouji walking around. At least one of them were having a good day. Takuya slowly sat up, his body protested. He winced, stretched. Bent his knees and groaned. The left knee was worse. He had been out for six months when that happened. Had even been told heโd never be able to play again.
That doctor had been an absolute quack and Takuya had refused to listen.
He stretched his knees again, put his hands on the left one. Tried to push the pain out of it. It only made it worse. Spending the day in bed sounded really tempting. He didnโt have anything planned anyway, unless Kouji wanted to do something. Takuya leaned back against his elbows, stared at the ceiling again. He took a deep breath, released it through his nose.
The door opened. Kouji stepped inside and his face turned into a frown when he saw Takuya. Takuya didnโt miss the cane Kouji held in his left hand, that he was leaning way too heavily against.
โBad day?โ Kouji asked.
โYeah.โ
Takuya closed his eyes. Listened as Kouji walked into the bedroom. Now when he was closer Takuya could hear how uneven his steps were.
โReally thought you were having a good day for a second thereโ, Takuya said.
Kouji shrugged and sank down on the bed next to Takuyaโs legs. Takuya opened his eyes, watched as Kouji screwed off his prosthesis and put it to the side together with the cane.
โItโs only a three, I thinkโ, Kouji said.
Takuya wasnโt sure what Kouji was grading that on and didnโt protest. He pulled himself higher into the bed, leaned against the headend of it. Kouji glared at him and he snickered.
โWhich one?โ Kouji asked and moved after him.
โBoth? Left oneโs worst though.โ
Takuya let out a sigh.
โSometimes I wish I could just chop them off.โ
Kouji shook his head.
โIt doesnโt helpโ, he said. โPainโs still there.โ
Takuya had no idea how bad a ten was for Kouji. He never asked and he didnโt think Kouji could explain it anyway. Kouji rubbed his hands together, put them against Takuyaโs thigh and pulled them along it, pressing his fingers into Takuyaโs muscles. Warmth spread along Takuyaโs leg and he moaned.
โHow do you do that?โ he asked.
Kouji didnโt answer straight away, kept working with Takuyaโs legs. The ache didnโt completely disappear, it probably never would, but it became easier to handle, to ignore. He felt warmer, more mobile. Kouji hmmed quietly.
โFrenci does it for me sometimes, when the phantom pains get too badโ, he said.
He looked at Takuya, gave an apologetic smile.
โShould probably show you, in case it happens while Iโm here. Howโs your knee?โ
โBetter.โ
Takuya pulled his knees up, stretched and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He felt like he could at least move to the couch. He reached for Kouji, pulled him closer and kissed him.
โThank you, youโre a lifesaver.โ
โComes with the jobโ, Kouji said.
There was a deep sadness in his eyes. It always appeared when he talked about his job without talking about it. Like there was stuff he did that he didnโt want Takuya to know. Didnโt want anyone to know. Takuya forced himself to laugh, because he could tell Kouji didnโt want to think about whatever he was thinking about.
โIf being a doctor is requirement for taking pictures maybe we should send Kouichi abroad instead. Seraphimon knows he needs to get out of the hospital and experience life.โ
Kouji snorted. Takuya smiled and pushed himself off the bed. Mission successful. He put his hands to his side. His knees protested a bit, but not nearly as much as earlier. He looked at Kouji, who laid down across the bed.
โSoโฆ what are we doing today?โ Takuya asked.
Kouji shrugged, put his hands on his stomach and stared at the ceiling. Takuya waited, hoped Kouji wouldnโt suggest a long walk on the beach or through town or something like that. He could probably make it to the store, but really all he wanted to to was curl up on the couch and watch some football.
โNothing plannedโ, Kouji said. โWas thinking about taking the train somewhere though. Or ask the others to come over for board games. Either is fine.โ
Takuya knew โthe othersโ meant Kouichi, Izumi and Junpei. He wasnโt sure if their kids were included in the deal. Kouji closed his eyes. He looked tired and Takuya sat down on the bed again.
โSo how bad is a three actually?โ he asked.
โI can walkโ, Kouji said and shrugged. โItโll always hurt soโฆ nothing to do but keep moving.โ
Takuya wanted to argue. Tell Kouji to get some rest and take it easy if it was hurting him. But Kouji wouldnโt listen to that.
โBoardgames sounds good. Iโll call the others while you just wait here for breakfast.โ
Kouji smiled and shook his head but didnโt get up. Takuya left the bedroom, grabbed his phone and made the call. His knees ached with every step, a dull pain he could easily ignore, but still there, and he knew exactly what Kouji meant. There was nothing to do but to keep moving.
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The Business
๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ญ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ง, ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ง๐๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ข๐.
๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ข ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐: ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐/๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ, ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ & ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฏ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ, ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ค, ๐๐ก๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฆ. ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ | ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐
๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ:
his life is starting to affect you.
๐ฃ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐งโ๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐:
the story about how you meet.
๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ:
harry shows you what he does for work.
๐ฒ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฆ๐ซ. ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ: ( ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐ )
harry introduces bdsm.
๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฆ
secrets cut wounds into the relationship.
๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐
youโre compelled to adapt to his lifestyle.
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i don't normally make posts about things myself but i keep thinking about how the whole point of EW was that the strength you needed didn't come from a god, or a supreme being, or a primal or anything: it all comes from you
your love for this world and your friends and everything that you allow purpose and meaning- that is what gives you the strength to climb to your feet, even when you feel utterly alone at the end of the universe
In Shb we had Ardbert who gave us the strength to take that next step, but in EW we are alone (save for Zenos i guess but this ain't about him). That's why even though I agree that "it was the ancients" is becoming an extremely stale take, I still forgive MotR and the Twelve because it's hammering in EW's theme of being enough to handle what life throws at you without needing to rely on something much larger than yourself
EW's plot- and even the Omicron quests -point to the fact that dynamis alone does nothing. It has to be moved to action by feelings/emotions for it to work. As N-7000 says, "all [dynamis] requires is for us to ask "what if?""
Zodiark did not save the Ancients. Hydaelyn cannot save Her Children. The Twelve do not answer your cries. Primals are bound to the prayers of those that summon them.
The Warrior of Light is an imperfect being. More talented than most, but imperfect yet. EW does not make you a god. It shows that change can be wrought by anyone, at any time. You need not do it alone: there are others willing to come to your aid. But when you are alone, at the end of your rope, facing insurmountable odds: the strength you need can only come from within.
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