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anistarrose · 3 years

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hello, my love (ao3)

a slightly late @taznovembercelebration fic for the day 19 prompt “established relationship,” albeit in possibly the least conventional sense of the phrase. in other words, this is the culmination of a lot of Blupjeans feelings I couldn’t not write about any longer

It — it feels wrong to say I’ll miss you, but —

No, I get it. It’s gonna be so fucking weird, and I — I know it won’t last forever —

Okay, I — I can’t do it like this. Not if we make it sad. Lup, I love you so much, you know you’re the light of my life and undeath…

Of course, babe.

…and I’ll see you soon.

The world Barry wakes up in is tinted green, obscuring everything besides a few ill-defined silhouettes. His limbs are numb at first, but as… red sparks? run down his arms, the feeling returns as a strange sort of weightless sensation, like he’s floating beneath the surface of a lake.

A few bubbles escape from his nose, and oh shit, he really is submerged in something. Before he can even wonder which way is up, his hand grazes something that immediately tears away — and with it drains out the mystery green liquid, which he’s just going to pretend is water. He staggers onto the floor of a cave, blinking rapidly as he adjusts to the light. It’s definitely a cave; he can feel the cool air on his skin and the bare rock beneath his feet — so why is it so bright?

The answer arrives in the form of a voice, whose owner becomes a little more visible to him with each blink of his eyes.

“Care for a towel? Actually, I’m giving you one whether you want it or not, ‘cause if you die of hypothermic shock after everything we’ve gone through to get here, that’s just gonna be awkward.”

She’s beautiful, he knows before he can truly see evidence of the fact. There’s so much care in her voice that her joke can’t disguise, and the towel she slings over Barry’s shoulders is warm, but not as warm as her hands. This feels like the correct moment to freak out over being, as far as Barry can tell, completely buck naked aside from the generous towel gift — but instead, his attention is captivated by his companion, who in complete contrast to himself, seems to be more clothes than body as she comes into focus.

It doesn’t feel right to say she’s wearing her red robe — it’s more like she embodies it, as it moves subtly to indicate her posture, her emotions, rather than to conceal them. What little of her that isn’t a robe is ablaze, but not violently — if Barry only had one word to describe her, he would simply say warm.

Her eyes are negative space amidst the flames, darkness where one would expect unbridled light, but there’s nothing sinister about them — more of a fascination, if anything, evident as she locks her gaze with Barry’s.

He’s been staring, hasn’t he? And she’s been staring at him.

He expects the sheer embarrassment of this whole situation to catch up to him any second, but it just doesn’t hit him. There’s nothing uncomfortable about sharing the room with her.

“Hi,” he says, giving a little wave. “I don’t know how I got here, but… I like your robe.”

She bursts into laughter, illuminating the cave in an ever-changing pattern of red, orange, and pink — and Barry can’t help but wonder if there are a few tears in the mix too, given how hard it is to tell on a face made out of fire.

“Oh, babe. Oh, Barry. Of course you would.” She brings a spectral finger to Barry’s face, evaporating a droplet of water with a single touch, but the warmth that rushes to Barry’s cheeks has nothing to do with the temperature of her hands, only her touch itself. “Sit tight for a second, babe. I’m gonna grab something you’ll like.”

Babe? He’s paralyzed for a few seconds, the word echoing in his head as she floats across the room, sifting through piles of scrolls, jeans, and miscellaneous other items that couldn’t be further from naturally occurring in caves. Does she know me? Does she like me?

He’s finished drying himself off by the time she returns, holding a second red robe — and a corporeal one, no less. She drapes it over Barry’s shoulders, and he slips his arms into the sleeves without thinking twice.

It’s cozy, but something about looking down at himself wearing it brings a fuzziness to his mind that’s not nearly as comfortable as the fuzziness of the fabric. He focuses his gaze on the ghostly woman instead — who makes his mind turn to static in her own right, but in a way that’s more than balanced out by the joy of just looking at her.

“See, we both look good in red,” she says with a wink, and Barry feels the temperature of his face rise another degree or two. He’ll wind up on fire like she is, at this rate. “You’ll want to sit down. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah, I can imagine. Um, I think… I might be just a tiny bit amnesiac? Like, just a little. ‘Cause I know who I am, but you sound like you know me, and I don’t know you.”

He takes a deep breath, and decides there’s no harm in admitting what she’s surely already noticed. He’s been too confused to try and be subtle. “Also, I definitely just fell in love with you a couple orders of magnitude faster than I thought I’d ever fall in love with anyone, so that’s, uh… cool, but weird?”

The lower half of her face brushes his forehead — not quite solid, but not unpleasant — and he realizes just as soon as it’s over that it must’ve been a ghostly kiss.

“We were gonna ease you into the ‘us being in love and you losing your memories’ thing,” she tells him with a chuckle, and Barry’s too giddy to even wonder what she means by we. “Lay out the groundwork first. We should’ve known better.”

“My bad?” Barry blurts out, and that makes her laugh even harder, until embers are dripping from her eyes like glistening teardrops.

“Oh my god. This must — this must be so much for you, babe, so much to take in. How are you doing it? How are you — taking this so in-stride, and still sounding so much like you, I mean?”

“I mean… I wouldn’t know,” Barry admits. It is so much to take in, and he knows that if he’d woken up here all alone, with no idea how he’d arrived, then he’d be a mess by now — and not the hopeless romantic kind. As it is, he’s holding it together, trying not to think about his headache and taking comfort in the more pleasant of realizations — but he’s still adrift and disoriented, clinging to a figure he can’t remember his reason for trusting. “It — it doesn’t quite feel real, to be honest? Like, I — I believe you, I believe that I loved you — but it’s the forgetting that gets me…”

He can see himself falling in love, but he can’t see himself falling in this kind of love quickly. This soaring feeling in his heart could only be propelled by years of incremental intimacy, years that he can remember none of, years that don’t exist according to the static roaring inside his head. “How could I forget all this?”

She hugs him in a way unlike any hug he can remember, overlapping with the space he occupies until he’s engulfed in gentle flames, and the threads of her robe feel like they’re what’s doing the hugging, having reformed and rewoven themselves around his arms. Not knowing how else to embrace her back, Barry wraps his arms around his own chest, and feels her presence grow warmer still.

He can just barely wrap his mind around the thought that the warmth coming from his own chest might be borne of subconscious familiarity.

“You still have a big obvious head-over-heels crush on me, don’tcha?” she teases, her laughter surrounding him. “Nothing can make you forget that.”

“Yeah, every version of me’s a hopeless romantic. We’ve got that,” Barry admits. “But I — I don’t even remember your name —”

He would know it if he heard it, he’s sure; it’s so close to the tip of his tongue that he’d probably blurt it out instinctively, if only he didn’t always think so hard about his words before saying them. It’s so tantalizingly close, and he wants to know it again, to say it again, more than any other favor the universe could grant him, and doesn’t the universe owe him at least this much —

“Well, I know how to fix that.” She withdraws from the hug, remaining at his side. “And I think it’ll help if you hear it from yourself — if you hear all the truth we can give you, that is.”

She extends a hand, and a simple golden coin flies across the room to land in her palm. It’s embossed with a vaguely familiar rune that Barry can’t translate, but his mind really starts to reel when she places the coin in his hand, and he hears his own voice emanate from it:

Your name is Barry Bluejeans. You are afraid of the dark. Your very favorite thing in the world is swimming in very cold water on a very hot day, but you cannot remember who taught you to swim, or why you’re always so much more scared of the dark at the end of the year.

The beautiful undead woman next to you is named Lup, and as much as it pains you to realize, you have forgotten her, too. There are fundamental truths about the world, about your loved ones, and about yourself that you have been blocked from comprehending — you’ve had more stolen from you than you realize, and there are very few ways to undo it.

Barry, I’m you just moments ago, and I’m about to forget so much. But right now, I remember, and Lup can help you remember too.

Another voice joins the recording — Lup herself, who sounds just slightly different than she has today, just a little less burdened.

If you haven’t guessed from how this nerd talks about me — Her words are punctuated by an affectionate grumble from Barry — we’ve been dating longer than you can imagine. I wish we could just —

You also can’t remember that Lup’s as much of a nerd as you are, Barry, his past self interrupts. You met because you were both nerds.

Oh, come on, you’ll still be smart enough to figure that one out by yourself! But like I was saying, we had a hell of an epic love story I wish we could just tell you — but you wouldn’t be able to understand much of it, and you’d get a headache trying.

So, Barry adds, we thought about what would be the next best thing. And I think we got a pretty good idea.

A classical music piece fades in, beginning with a piano but quickly adding a violin. Barry can’t put a title or a context to the tune, but he recognizes it from the first note and starts tearing up by the third. His fingers tap out a pattern in sync with the piano part before he even realizes they’re doing it, and when he closes his eyes to let the music wash over him, he realizes that the Lup of the present, the Lup at his side, is almost imperceptibly humming along with the violin.

“You’ll remember this again,” she promises, choking up, when the tune eventually fades. “One day.”

Already, the music has stirred ghosts of memories, fleeting emotions, that Barry can almost imagine in context — quiet moments, private conversations that no one could rip away from him because no one else but Lup ever knew they’d happened — and that day feels close, reassuringly so.

Like him falling for Lup again, it feels like an inevitability.

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elyssebeeart · 6 years

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Save the Last Dance For Me

A writing commission for @spottedwings-psychicdreams (PDF on dA)

Series: Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go Pairing: FandomxCanon (MhairixGibson) Word count: ~2.6k Rating: G

“What is that noise?”

A faint musical rhythm could be heard echoing through the Super Robot. Gibson tilted his head, his audio receivers calibrating to pinpoint the source of the noise. Identifying which direction the music was coming from the robotic blue monkey made his way towards it, curious as to who was playing such a beat.

He followed the noise down the corridors, passing each member’s quarters that apparently were not the source. The music was growing louder as he continued his way down, finally locating the room where the sound seemed to be emitting from. Reaching up he pressed the button that caused the doors to slide back.

In the room was a yellow furred biped creature covered in black spots with feathers on its arms and a long cat like tail tipped in black that wore a light teal dress and brown leggings. Its clawed black hands were posed as if holding onto something, someone as the creature moved back and forth in the room to the music’s slow beat.

It seemed like the team’s resident archeologist, Mhairi, was dancing.

“I didn’t know you could dance.”

“Wha-?” Mhairi uttered in a half shriek that was very bird like, a red color spreading over her yellow features as she spun around to see who was addressing her. Immediately she sputtered, “O-of course I can dance!”

“To be precise I didn’t know you would dance.” He corrected, as the Grypherian was a rather private person who seemed more into pastimes such as reading or going out exploring for an archeological find. “Sorry to startle you.”

“You didn’t startle me, you just broke my concentration.” She hastily tried to cover her obvious startling, folding her arms. “What are you doing here?”

“I heard the music and wondered who was playing it.”

“If it’s too loud I can turn it down, you just had to ask.”

“No, no it’s okay. This was purely an inquisitive venture, not one of complaint.” The simian assured, holding up a hand and smiling. “I honestly thought it was perhaps Otto trying out a new, what does he call it…. ‘Inspirational fantastical grooving beats of mental and energy stimulation.’”

“You mean a playlist of motivational catchy songs?” Mhairi translated, raising an eyebrow, not sure if she caught the lingo correctly.

“Ah yes, I suppose that was it.”

Mhairi suppressed a laugh though the corners of her beak turned upwards. She was still a bit flustered and her feathers literally ruffled as she hadn’t expected anyone to come walking in on her while she was practicing—a soft blush began to form in place of the red embarrassment—especially not Gibson.

“Might I ask the occasion?”

“Occasion?” She was called back to reality, “Why do you think there is an occasion?”

“For you to be listening to such music purposely composed to be a slow dance in the company of another. Plus you were acting like there was another person with you rather than solo dancing.”

“Oh… Well, see back home there’s this event that I have to attend…” She began, twiddling her talons, “And it’s this big fancy thing that will be food and dance and I’ll be expected to attend and take part since I’m a representative of the museum.”

“Sounds like a rather immense and significant event. Congratulations.”

Mhairi nodded as she moved across the room to get a drink, needing refreshment after all her private dancing and to cool her nerves over Gibson walking in on her. “Yeah, so there’s going to be all this dancing and I figured I’d best practice so I don’t make a fool out of myself when I attend. It’s awkward enough; I don’t want to look bad while having to dance with people I barely know or rather keep at a professional arms length.”

Gibson bobbed his head with understanding, watching from across the room. He was rubbing his chin now, clearly thinking about something, which wasn’t odd given his high intellect.

“Would you like me to dance with you?”

Mhairi just about spat out her drink, choking. “Wha-what?” She quickly wiped her beak as the liquid dribbled out of her mouth, her blue eyes wide. She had half a mind to stick a talon in her ear to make sure it wasn’t physically filled with desires of her heart or her mind simply playing tricks on her.

“To practice. I assure you I can dance better than a mere shadow partner.” He defended, mistaking her reaction as one of disbelief at his abilities. “If you’d rather decline it’s no trouble, I won’t impose on you any longer. I just wanted to offer my assistance since your invisible partner seemed to be a tad flatfooted.”

“No, no. I… You can dance and you want to with me?” That fact coupled with the unexpected joke had her reeling even more, confusion crossing her face. Gibson had made a joke and suggested being her partner? Her heart was thundering in her chest as she stared at him, speechless.

“Why not? Besides at its core it is based on theory and understanding of the fundamentals of body movement that relies on atmospheric rhythm and one’s brain relaying that information for your body to respond. Besides you dance rather nicely and-”

“Okay, okay, just stop. Come over here and show me what you can do.” She gestured, shaking her head with mild amusement over the scientific babble. The last part of his statement however had her heart pounding in her ears and a fresh wave of blush threatened to surface. The music was still playing on loop in the background, having never been turned off since Gibson had arrived and ready to be performed to.

He complied, taking her talon as she extended it, slipping the other on his arm to complete the hold. He shifted his hands to their proper placements, holding her talon in one and his other hand against her back; the contact on her back made the fur on the back of her neck stick up as a tingle went up her spine, threatening to cause her to blush at the intimate touch.

But this was dance and she was going to suck it up and not freak out for once.

“Okay on the count of three as the next beat comes; one, two…. Three.”

As they stepped Mhairi expected Gibson to follow her smoothly, her taking the lead in the dance as was per custom on her planet. But instead there was tension in her partner’s arms and suddenly he scooted towards her in a stiff step that brought him much too close, almost colliding.

Surprised she dismissed it as him getting his bearings, not expecting her to be leading. She took a step back again, gently pulling her partner with her, but once again the movement was stiff, almost mechanical.

Just because Gibson was a cybernetic monkey didn’t mean he had to act robotic; did he perhaps have a few tight gears needing to be oiled? Was it her?

“Are you okay with me leading?” She pressed, halting for a moment, wondering if she was giving wrong signals than what he was used to. She could hear him mumbling something, probably counting out loud rather than in his head.

“Certainly, carry on.”

As they moved forward and backwards and then side to side Mhairi found it was almost like dancing with a heavy cardboard box with no flexibility. She frowned slightly, glancing at their hand positions and at their footwork, wondering what was wrong; no way should the smooth slow dance feel like she was dragging a safe around, each movement jerky. Gibson said he knew how to dance, were they not on the same page?

“Now for maximum velocity to gain proper momentum I must apply…”

Though it was rather low she caught part of Gibson’s mumbling, realizing what she’d been hearing had not been counting at all; suddenly everything made sense. She placed her foot on top on his, pressing it down to keep him from sliding it and get his attention. “Stop.”

“What?”

“That’s not how you dance. Not this dance at all… or any other.”

“What ever am I doing wrong? I’ve calculated and formulated the right combo and timing for-“

“Shh.” She hushed him, placing a talon against his lips. “Just feel the music. Let the music guide you—carry you. With dance it’s about emotion. To do the right steps you have to know the music, feel it and your body will follow. Getting the correct footwork comes after you are able to know the beats, the rhythm. Your feet will follow once they catch up to your body and brain’s communication; or sometimes your feet simply carry you before your mind does.”

She released her hold on him for a moment, resuming her shadow partner dancing, showing how she moved as the music varied its notes, stepping back and forth depending on the tempo.

“When with a partner you have to feel their moments, become one with their moments so you’re dancing as one, not as a pair. Dance with a partner isn’t about being a pair; it’s about dancing as one. Being one with each other, with the music, the moment.” She let out a sigh at the romantic notion, her blue eyes shinning with admiration as she stopped.

“You certainly are well verse in the subject. I guess you are the expert with actual field experience and application of the art.” Gibson surmised, watching with an analytical but appreciative gaze.

“I, ah…” She let out a nervous cough as she collected herself, “have read up a lot on it. Also when I was younger my auntie enrolled me in some dance classes for a while until I showed I rather be in the dirt digging for treasure than tearing up a dance floor as a performer or rubbing elbows with important persons.”

“See you do have practical experience. When I implied I could dance I should have clarified I have the capacity to dance; I understand the science of dance and theories of such formulas though my actual application is rather diminutive.”

“How diminutive?”

“I gather only a few occasions, in private of course. The technique is perfect just the application… I need more trial runs. I assure you I am quite the dancer.”

“Well, I guess the only way to get better is practice.” Mhairi sighed taking note of the work they had to do. “Better get started.” She held out a talon, ready to take dancing positions again. “This time let me carry you and match you to my movements rather than you trying to follow my lead.”

Gibson gave a nod, getting back into position as the music continued its beats. “I appreciate it as I gather you don’t really need the practice. I’m certain many will be demanding a turn with you. They’ll come in droves for a chance.”

“Oh sure I’ll be beating them off with an irreplaceable vase because I’ll simply be the bell of the ball.” Mhairi rolled her eyes though the thought did please her at the complement of her abilities. “Every dance will have me switching partners at least five times.”

"Well, be sure to save the last dance for me." He joked, letting a playful smirk slip out. He had no doubt Mhairi would be attending the party alone or with one of her colleagues as it seemed like a rather big affair of an inner circle.

She seemed caught off guard, tensing as she held onto him, seeming as though she almost let go. "Of course! Though..." Her blue gaze shifted, unable to look him in the eyes, stuck in a dance hold she initiated.

"What? Afraid of my dancing abilities not being up to par to those of your Grypherian kin? I assure you with studying and practiced application of scientific method I-" He began to tease, not offended in the least.

"I was actually thinking of saving all my dances for you..." She interrupted, her talons gripping his metal arm tighter subconsciously.

“Bwha-?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to be my plus one to the event.” Her face grew a deeper shade of red as she shifted her blue gaze towards the floor. She broke the hold and took a step back, looking rather self-conscious. “I wanted to practice a bit before though…”

“Your plus one?” He repeated slowly, his brilliant mind uncharacteristically processing the info slowly. Was there something on the fritz with his hardwiring?

“My date!” Mhairi blurted, her face an impossible shade of red now. “You know, because we’re…” She fidgeted a moment, touching the bell that hung around her neck. “Together.”

“Oh.”

Mhairi took a deep breath as Gibson stood there blinking bewildered, his processors whirling on overdrive to decipher what she’d said so plainly yet his mind demanded a complex explanation.

“After all the time we spent apart and finally are reunited again, I don’t really want to be apart when doing things when I’d rather…” She stopped, her heart thudding in her chest, “be doing those things with you than anyone else. I rather spend that time with you.”

“And I.” He spoke after a few moments, stepping forward and placing a hand on top of her talon that was over her bell. “I’m sorry I was just too caught up to get the hint.”

A laugh of relief escaped the Grypherian, all anxiety seeming to be washed away with those mere words. “You are one smart monkey, but I guess you can’t be perfect. I certainly am not.”

“No one is, though I like to think of us as getting better over time.” The simian smiled back at her. He then leaned forward and kissed her gently, catching her by surprise. However she relaxed and the two stood there for what seemed like forever as time stopped but only a few minutes went by, the music still in a loop.

Gibson was the one to break the kiss, but he took both Mhairi’s talons into his hands. He grinned at her still red face, something that never ceased to amuse or amaze him. She seemed less frazzled but still somewhat shy, but pleased. “So when is this dance?”

“Three days from now.”

“Three days!? Why such short notice?” He gawked, his mouth hanging open as his brain instantly began a countdown of how many hours and minutes they had.

“Because I was trying to practice ahead of time and impress you when I asked you!” Mhairi fussed, twiddling her talons bashfully, momentarily breaking Gibson’s hold. “It’s just… been taking me longer to get the courage to ask you, afraid you’d say no.”

“Now what in the universe makes you think I’d decline?”

She seemed to stall for a few moments, looking away before confessing, “Because you can’t dance.”

Awkward silence would have surely enveloped the room if not for the music playing in the background. The fact of her fear turning out to be true about Gibson’s dancing abilities despite his assurance was amusingly ironic at this point.

“Well now! We’ve got a lot of work to do until that party!” Gibson announced, smirking as he took a step forward, lightly grasping her talons once again. “Shall we dance?”

“Yes.” She smiled back, fixing her dancing position once again. The two were situated for the first steps of the song once more when she added with hesitation in her voice, “Just one more problem.”

“What is it?”

“I still have to get my dress.”

“Egad! That should have been first on the list! We have to remedy that at once!”

“Alright, but first let’s get through this dance. After all it is our first.”

“Right you are.”

“And Gibson?” “Yeah?”

“Just because you’re part robot doesn’t mean you have to dance like one.”

“Fair enough.”

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rivasanita · 4 years

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inwiththewind-outwithabang · 7 years

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nighthold pt 1: arcing aqueducts

pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6

The giant scorpion thing hadn’t been too bad, Tam thought. The time anomaly had been worse; it was one of the few times he was actually grateful he wasn’t a mage. The lieutenant was still retching in the corner, reeling from her magic being altered so fundamentally. One of the new Argent Crusaders—he thought her name was Aya, but it was hard to get introductions from someone who glowed like a second sun in battle—was rubbing her shoulders while Leo hovered ineffectually by her side. He’d been skeptical when the trio of knights had rode up and announced themselves their new group members, but learning that the other two were friends of the Dawnhallows and little Lady Andoval had made him feel better. And no matter how nervous the Light made him, he definitely couldn’t deny that it had helped; his skin still felt hot and tight over his muscles, but it was better than bleeding to death. The hallway beyond didn’t look too dangerous, but he could smell something absolutely vile.

“Is she gonna be okay?”

He blinked, looking down into the face of one of their warlocks. She’d been another one he was surprised to find he recognized from her voice on the Convocation’s stones; somehow he hadn’t pictured the shyly enthusiastic human girl to bring back such unpleasantly sharp memories. Alu had had hair like hers—like his—and Mareshan’s skin had freckled as much in sunlight. “Oh, yeah, the boss lady’ll be fine.” He cracked a smile, hoping it would put her at ease. “Don’t say you’re worried, I saw you out there.”

Well, to be fair, he’d mostly seen her wrathguard, aided by briefly-summoned companions and the occasional bolt of flame. Persicaria exchanged a glance with her blue-armored demon and winced. “…Actually, yeah, a little. I’ve never been in a place like this before; I only just started out on this adventuring thing.”

“You’re doing great!” That was Tanryn, yelling across the room from where she and Rythien were inspecting her spectacularly bright armor for damage.

“She is my best pupil. Of course she is great.” That was Naahma, their other warlock, who insisted she was a draenei. Thammuz had taken a deep breath near her and concluded that if she was a draenei then he was the Highlord of the Argent Crusade, but as long as she kept the fire heading towards their enemies instead of them he didn’t care.

He patted Percy’s shoulder lightly; one of her elaborately carved and painted skull pauldrons had a crack running through it from when she’d used it to lay an Arathi hex on the scorpion, and he didn’t want it to break. “I know how you feel, kiddo. I’m used to going out into the field with an army at my back. Not that you guys aren’t just as good, but it’s a totally different thing.”

She blinked up at him. “Oh, right. Sorry, I kind of…uh. Forgot you and Leolo used to be soldiers. I can’t even imagine...I mean, I’ve been doing this alone.” At her wrathguard’s offended snort, she flushed and added, “Mostly alone. It must be great to have so many people on your side.”

Tam paused, scanning the room. Reeta was clearly feeling better, rinsing her mouth out with a bottle of mint-flavored water; Leolo had tripped into Aya, thoroughly distracted by the sight of his wife getting to her feet in pants. He couldn’t blame him, honestly. “When they get out of each other’s pants for long enough, yeah.”

She snickered, covering her grin with her hand. “I think we’ve both got friends like that. Tanryn’s told me some stories—“

“I heard my name!” The paladin in question stretched, light sparkling off her armor, and picked up her shield. “Who’s ready to head on forward?”

There was a ragged chorus to the tune of Sure, Let’s Do It, punctuated by Crusader Bladesworn’s dry, “I believe I am the one with the map, Tanryn.”

She gave him a dirty look and gestured down the corridor. “Fine, you first.” Tam caught a mutter he was fairly sure was “…you get lost one time as a trainee and he never lets you live it down…”

“To be fair to Reggie, there were an awful lot of spiders…”

“Lady Ardvisura, you started listing off recipes. You can’t talk!”

“I did not say they were not very tasty spiders!”

All banter stopped when the oozes began to mass along the corridor. Tam fought as best he could, wishing desperately for a way to turn his nose off and knowing he was alone. Leo was the only other felblood, and the fel hadn’t cursed him with nearly the same acute sense of smell. When they spilled out together into an empty banquet hall, the sheer relief at being able to take a breath of reasonably fresh air almost eclipsed his awe at the massive construct which resided there. “Hey, guys? Try not to damage that thing too badly, I want a better look at it!”

Crusader Bladesworn stiffened, taking a step forward. “We must pass it to gain entry to the Nightwell, and I cannot make promises. I will try—”

It charged at him. Over the next several minutes of frantic activity, Thammuz began to reconsider whether having a reasonably complete construct to study was really that important. A bolt of arcane energy singed his horns; as he hissed and leapt out of the way, he decided it probably wasn’t worth it. Fucking shit, if they didn’t have a tendency to explode when you did it I’d just stab the thing in its energy cells.

And then it started charging a beam of energy, sparking with violet light. He was halfway to its unprotected flank when a movement caught his eye; automatically, he turned his head. Oh, fuck.

There was Percy, concentrating so fully on the spell she was starting to cast that she didn’t realize the construct was aimed right at her. He didn’t think; with a flap of his wings he was nearly airborne, thanking the Light for rocket boots as he sprinted towards her. She yelped in surprise as he wrapped his arms around her, backwinging frantically to pull them both out of the path of the beam. The arcane torrent almost left him blind and deaf as it passed by.

He could still hear her swearing, though. “Shit! My glasses—”

“Fuck.” He sucked in a breath, turning her to face the construct. “Okay, aim at the blurry purple thing just to the left of the light. I’ve got you.”

She took a deep breath and planted her feet solidly on the ground, flinging out a hand as a pair of felstalkers sprang out of the nether. As she chanted, a cackling cloud of imps followed them, adding their fire to Percy’s own.

Tam shuddered, wings flexing. During the months he’d spent in Suramar surrounded by mostly arcane spellcasters, it had been easy to forget the intoxicating rush of being so close to fel magic. Suddenly he was starving, mouth watering; he knew she wouldn’t miss an imp or two, and it would be so easy—

“Ow! Hey, watch the claws!”

He jerked away, releasing her; he felt hot all the way up to the tips of his ears and knew he was blushing. “Sorry!” Time to get back into the fray.

It was easier when he was away from the casters; by the time the construct finally dropped, pierced through by one of Rythien’s shadow tentacles, he felt much better and less likely to do anything stupid. Especially when, by some miracle, Leo found Percy’s glasses, so there was no need for anyone to point out where she should aim. As he retied his hair, he couldn’t help but grimace at his own conduct; he swore he could practically hear the Lion scolding him. We don’t do that anymore. We don’t. I vowed that I never would.

He couldn’t really enjoy their break, after that.

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