Rain infused with pain
The rain is falling.
Water rises.
The hydro dragon realizes,
His love is dying
He's beautiful but still.
He was so ill.
His hands were cold.
He was not old.
Oh no, he was so young,
And that is why his lovers heart was stung
Fate did not give them that much time
And now, behold, he has to die.
The dragon hoped this was a lie,
But now Is time to say goodbye.
That rain was filled with pain and grief,
The dragon cried with gritted teeth.
Or was it even rain at all?
Tears of a dragon were the last call.
The tears are falling
Water rises
The hydro dragon realizes
His city's dying
It's beautiful, but still
Now hidden deep within his tears.
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Compassion...?
Crossposted on Ao3, might be rewritten in the future.
Tags: !femreader, slight angst, anger, fluff, bad writing, amature writer.
this version of Makarov.
Your husband, Vladimir Makarov, had arrived home from a long and stress filled day. You both lived in a small cabin hidden away from society.
His thudding footsteps could be heard from the kitchen. He took off his coat and boots. She peaked her head through the doorway of the kitchen, his icy blue eyes met hers, easily she could see his bad mood. His muscles were tense. He glared at her, and he stomped into the living room. Vladimir was mad. He wanted a argument.
"Welcome back dear." she said softly attempting to not provoke his anger. She popped her head back into the kitchen. She returned to her cooking.
He sat still clenching his fists. He heard her soft humming from the kitchen. Vladimir got up. Walked over to the kitchen and leaned in the door frame, he watched her figure. Her sweetness irritated him, he wanted her to provoke him. Shout at him.
He came closer to you and spoke aggressively, with obvious bad intentions.
"Who are you cooking this dinner for?"
You looked confused "You and me?" she looked at him. "who else? It's just us for miles around dearest." she smiled softly as she chopped some fruit. Her sweet voice and gentle smile were just driving him crazy. Makarov was just waiting for her to argue, but she was doing the complete opposite. He sighed.
"Do you even have any idea what I've been through today?"
"No, but I'm willing to listen. That is if you wish to tell me." she said with a soft smile. He was surprised by her gentle responses. It was getting on his nerves, her sweet smile and gentle tone of voice was making him weak. His anger turned into frustration. He looked at her with his piercing eyes and said "I don't want to talk about it."
She nodded. "I understand." She turned her attention to cooking and put the fruit in a bowl, you set it aside.
He stayed near her, waiting for a reaction from her. Her gentleness was driving him crazy. He spoke to her once again. "How come you're so calm? Aren't you angry or disappointed at me?"
"My love, you haven't given me a reason to be. I understand your upset and I want to help. But if you dont want talk thats okay." She put some chicken in the oven. She had a soft smile. "Would drinking something help?"
His brows furrowed for a moment then the relaxed.
"Yes.."
"Great, I'll get you a drink in a moment. You can go sit down." She said gently. His cold behaviour and expression faltered for a moment, she was so sweet.. he tensed up again and walked to the living room and sat in his armchair.
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"Love! I've finished cooking, go sit at the dining table." she called from the kitchen. He snapped from his trance, he was deep in thought. He lifted himself out of his armchair and took tired steps towards his dining chair.
Moments later she walked in carrying two plates, she placed one in front of V-vladimir and one in front of her seat. She walked back into the kitchen, grabbing cutlery, glasses and a bottle of wine. She placed them on the table. Then she lowered herself in her seat.
"Are you feeling better now dear?" she asked as she poured them both some wine. He realized that she was genuine and didn't really want to argue with him. That made him even angrier. He took a deep breath and spoke to her.
"You're not even mad at me? I can't stand it when you're so sweet and gentle like this."
"Is there a reason is should be mad..?"
He was still irritated, but he felt like a little kid who was sulking. His anger was melting.
"It's just frustrating. You're a woman. A woman should be angry if her own husband comes home in a bad mood."
"Why? This is when you need time and compassion, not blind rage from the one you love." She spoke softly.
He looked at her with a very surprised look in his eyes. He was just baffled by what she was telling him. He was not used to being treated with love and care from anyone. He had never even been hugged before. He tried to cover his weakness by taking another aggressive approach.
"You're coddling me, as if I have emotions like a child. This is not normal."
"Do you want me to stop talking? I can if you wish." she asked with care.
He saw that her kindness was genuine, and that's what made him weak. In fact, he was completely overwhelmed by her kindness. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He felt like he had hit a brick wall. He was lost. Makarov always got his way, he was never denied.
"I... I am just confused. I never had someone like you in my life before."
she placed her hand on his and gently squeezed it.
"It's time to change that my love." she kissed him on the cheek. "We should eat before it gets cold."
He turned slightly red. He knew that he had become soft in front of her. He was embarrassed, but still, he was happy. This feeling of softness was nice. Makarov took a deep breath.
"Yeah, that is a good idea." It was strange seeing him not being aggressive after work. He started eating.
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When they had both finished she took all of the dishes and places them in the kitchen sink. Vladimir followed her, he felt more at ease now. He gently whispered her name.
"Yes my love?"
"Thank you.. for everything.." he said looking down at the floor.
"No problem. I love you." she got out a sponge and cleaned the counters. Her movements were fluid and gentle. He watched her movements. He was captivated.
"I.. I love you too.." he spoke softly he wasn't used to showing weakness "Do you need any help..?"
"If you don't mind, could you start to wash the dishes? Thank you Vova.." she smiled. (Vova, shortened/nickname form of Vladimir)
He nodded and walked to the sink and began to clean the dishes. She soon came up behind him and hugged him. "Do you want to talk about it..?"
"Do you mind if I do..?"
"Of course not, I'll always listen to you my dear." She stood by him and listened. He explained about how his men were getting lazier and nearly compromised a whole operation. He sighed.
"Sometimes they are just idiots.." he mumbled.
"That sounds stressful. I'm sorry, I wish they were more competent."
He finished with the dishes, he turns his body and looked her in the eyes. His gentle touch on her arms caused butterflies in her stomach. They embraced.
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They moved to the bed and cuddled.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
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Oh, Hello again! Sorry I went silent again.
But like I said, I'm not that active on tumblr so don't expect me to post daily.
I came back to show more art of my StoryBots OC Brite, A terrible sketch and another drawing I did a few days ago.
Just incase anyone wants to draw them, you're free to! Just be sure to credit me plz!
let me try to make it easier to know some stuff (I draw terribly so I'm just wanting to correct things about them just incase)
1. They are supposed to be the same size and shape as Bing. I'm still practicing drawing storybots characters and I'm still having slight trouble with shapes and sizes.
2. The thing on their head is a crown. I can't really draw crowns that well.
I know this could be obvious stuff but again I'm just making sure people know. (I really hope I'm not sounding rude...)
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