Loving hurts
Shadowheart x Lae’zel, angst
Because @spookydorian asked for it lol
It’s a heavy, heavy wip and I plan on getting more ideas/inspiration somehow
The thud of her body hitting the ground was drowned out by the sounds of combat.
“Ignis!” The other cries in desperation hoping desperately that the fireball kills the last enemy. His large stature tumbles over the cliff, and Shadowheart rushes over to the warrior to check for any signs of life.
“Lae’zel?” Nothing, no reaction, just blood dripping down her limbs as Shadowheart lifts the other woman up into her arms. She knows Lae’zel is gone, but gods be damned should anything else horrible happen to the things she loves.
‘It’s okay, I can solve this.’ A scroll of revivify should be in her pack right? …right? No, it’s not there. When was the last time she had to resort to using it? Usually she was good with healing everyone before they could fall during a fight but… no, thinking like that won’t help. Wait, she still has enough magic left for healing spells, maybe this could work.
“Te curo!”
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing. A hand pats her shoulder, startling Shadowheart enough for her to whirl around, ready for another enemy-
The wizard jumps back, it’s only Gale.
“Forgive me Shadowheart but… are you okay?” He’s rightfully concerned, eyes crinkling when he sees the pain Shadowheart is in. Tears threaten to spill out of her eyes as she looks helplessly at him, pleading for anything to help. “We can bring her back to Withers and have him revive her, it’s going to be ok-” He’s cut off before the sentence can be finished.
“Don’t say it. Don’t say anything. I can heal her, I haven’t failed her yet.” Another spell is cast, spreading throughout the area. Everyone feels the effects of the healing magic as it washes through them. Gale looks to the others for help who just shuffle awkwardly, not knowing how to handle the situation before [END]
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Hey!! This is the beginning of a story based on this prompt from the wonderful creator <3
*ITS UNFINISHED*
The beat was infectious.
That's what I'd blame when everything went to shit.
The beat was infectious, it must have been sung by a siren.
It's the only explanation, really, for why I can't bring myself to stop dancing, my hands clasped in cold hands. A selkies hands- for now. So cold, and dusted with silver sheen and green freckles.
And then before I know it, at the next drop of the tempo, I'm spun into awaiting arms. The next partner in this dance- the one I was trying to get to. With warmer hands than the selkie, my frozen fingers already feel better, tightly entwined with his. Unlike dancing with the selkie, my feet don't have to worry about a long dress to trip over, I can see his dress shoes and mine stepping in almost perfect harmony. I don't dare look up, knowing that his eyes have been on me all night. It's a wonderful thing, what a nice suit and jacket and white stars along silver cheeks can do when everyone around you is looking for the next batch of prey.
And that's all I am. All I'm supposed to be, just for tonight.
I blow my hair out of my face- I can't let go or it'll break the rhythm of the dance, and even though I'm supposed to be a distraction, I can't make myself do something to end the beauties twirling around me.
I feel more than hear the next drop, the next change- but I don't get handed off. I continue the dance with the same man. It throws a break in the pattern, though it's not long before everyone forms another, where we're cleary outside of the dancing happening, even though neither of our feet have faltered.
I do dare look up.
I told myself I wouldn't, for so many reasons.
There's no point.
It'll add an air of mystery to me, all to keep him entranced a little longer.
The rumors I've heard- they say he can ensnare you with a single glancs into his eyes, or the minute you give him your name. They say that about all the fae, really.
But that's what he is. One of the fae.
Surrounding me are monsters, even if I'm no different than the grey skinned selkies spinning around us, or the wendigo lurking in corners, or the wild fae dancing with forest nymphs. All sorts of creatures and monsters and myths are here tonight.
And despite my better judgment, I look up.
The first thing I notice is the way his eyes shine. Not maliciously, like I thought they'd be.
Warm, and dark, and beautiful.
They're dark brown, with light flecks of a lighter color, and they're the kind I could fall into for a thousand years.
And he stares back into me, and smiles.
Now I know why they say the fae can steal with a gaze.
Though I am moving, I feel paralyzed, like I'm rigidly locked into the steps of the waltz.
I can feel my mouth freeze- pinned back into a sharp, fake smile- and my inability to speak hits me then. I didn't realize I couldn't before, I didn't think of how silent the ballroom is until now, how I haven't spoke since I parted with my team and walked through the ornate doors on the other side of the room.
I glance at my-... watch. Which was just on my wrist. The band is still around my wrist, tight enough to not fall off, but the numbers on the face look distorted, and the hands look like they've melted.
I can't remember what time I came in.
Oh my gods. I can't remember what time I came in, I don’t even know what time it is, let alone when my team is going to finish the job.
"Why are you so worried about the time, pretty one?"
I go to answer, before I remember that I can't answer. And by his laugh, I know he knew that.
"It can't be because of your little plan, can it?"
I stop moving. I freeze, gripping his hands tight enough that I'm sure there will be marks, practically tripping over his feet before he forces me to regain balance and continue the dance.
"Struck a nerve, huh? That's right- I know about the four people who, three minutes ago, tried to steal from my boss. I know about how you're a distraction, I know how you're all reporting to your sister and how much money you were trying to gain," he pauses to release on of my hands so he can tilt my chin up, "I know every single little detail of your plan- and you and your mixed up group failed."
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What is your favourite Doctor Who story?
TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST
synopses and propaganda under the cut
World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls
Synopsis
The Doctor decides to test how good Missy has become by sending her on a trial run with Bill and Nardole. However, when things go wrong, the Doctor takes over. With Bill trapped in a different time zone, can the Doctor make it to her before it is too late, and who are all those people getting cured?
Propaganda no propaganda submitted
Heaven Sent
Synopsis
As if the death of his best friend wasn't enough, the Doctor's situation has only gotten worse. What initially started as an attempt to help clear someone of a false murder charge has evolved into to something much worse.
Now trapped in an old rusty castle in the middle of an ocean, the Time Lord is being stalked by a mysterious creature that only pauses when he gives up his deepest secrets. What does this thing want? And can the Doctor escape and find his way back home?
Propaganda no propaganda submitted
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