wlwsource pride event: favorite character
➻ adora, she-ra and the princesses of power
I’m saying, this is wrong. They've been lying to us, manipulating us. Hordak, Shadow Weaver, all of them. How could you possibly be okay with that? I'm not going home. Not after everything I've seen. Come with me. You don't have to go back there. We can fix this.
astarion: sleeps on the end because he WILL get up as soon as he's done trancing, at 4am, and does not care who he disturbs. one arm is free but the other is lost forever somewhere beneath his wife and her girlfriend. his side is the perpetual cold zone where amma wakes up shivering in the middle of the night because shadowheart took all the blankets and he doesn't have any body heat
amma: freeloads (uses astarion as a pillow and shadowheart as a blanket) and manspreads (for maximum contact) and hides a dagger under the pillow (has accidentally stabbed someone during sex)
He’s not technically on call tonight; it’s rare, because he likes to keep himself busy, and work is always certainly that. Take a night off, they’d told him, and now he doesn’t really know what the hell to do with himself, which —— is probably a little depressing, really, but he doesn’t really linger on the thought.
Either way, it’s late and it’s dark, and he’s gone out for a run because he’s restless and had nothing else better to do. It’s late enough that there’s not many people out and about, the only spots of light being the unevenly spaced street lights, flickering and yellowed. He spots the other down the path, and initially thinks nothing of it —— as he gets closer, though, it’s clear the guy’s hurt in some way, and he pulls up short and angles thataway, hands coming up to show he means no harm. " Oi, mate, you okay? "
He’d had such sad eyes in life, but not when he looked at me, he thinks. Death was the supreme equalizer– he’d known that but there was a special kind of agony to realizing you’d taken something for granted and lost it.
“Look at me,” Jason begs, “I’m in front of you and it’s like I don’t exist!”
Righteous indignation momentarily tinges his vision red. It was because he couldn’t ignore Jason’s existence that he’d been living on recycled time.
(late) entry for jasico week 2023 day 3. angst/comfort | sister fic