A compilation of my favourite Perc’ahlia lines because I’m such a sucker for them:
“She is my heart and my judgement and the future that I have chosen.” (Percy)
“Darling, take the mask off.” (Vex)
“Every time I thought I would sink, I would see your face- your face, the first time I truly lost control, and you told me to take off the mask.“ (Percy)
“You're a good person and you're not broken anymore. All right? We're filling each other's gaps. We'll be the glue.“ (Vex)
“Never forget you’re my favourite.” (Percy)
“I’ve known a lot of people with money, and they are definitely not worth you.” (Percy)
“Nice shootin’, stud.” (Vex)
“You’ll have to amend that one name, just to be fair. It’s Lady Vex’ahlia. Lady Vex’ahlia, Baroness of the Third House of Whitestone and Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt.” (Percy)
“My heart is someone else’s.” (Vex)
“I should have told you: it’s yours.” (Vex)
“There was a hole in my heart, and I truly believe the only reason I didn't perish from it was because you were holding my heart so tightly. I thank the gods I gave it to you. It is yours, forever and always.“ (Vex)
“I just scream, I scream.” (Vex)
“I need you here now, I need you here.” (Percy)
“You still have a little blood behind your ear.” (Vex)
“But I don’t want to be here if you’re not. Whitestone still needs you, darling. I still need you here.“ (Vex)
“You’re far too wonderful for an idiot.“ (Percy)
“He’s married, to me, and I will cut you.” (Vex)
“You have given me a future I had cheaply sold away.“ (Percy)
“You allowed me to be a part of the thing that you hold dearest. And I was so proud.“ (Vex)
“Vex, I heard you. It was the only thing I heard.” (Percy)
“Were you going to fight the Raven Queen for me?” (Vex)
“I promise to walk into the future with you. I promise to build a family with you. And I promise to always be here for an adventure with you.“ (Percy)
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Or, alternate funny version to the previous: any combination of Uchiha watching Tobirama fight and discussing their observations (gossiping/oogling shamelessly), after peace exists and they SHOULD technically probably help him, but... Tobirama can clearly handle it, no need to get in his way
I once read that a drabble is 200 words or less. I will never beat those allegations.
The ability to share memories with the sharingan really isn't meant to be used this way, but that's never actually stopped anyone.
"I swear to you," Says Madara with a snicker, "He slapped himself in the face with a water whip. Acted like it never happened, but I saw it."
The scene is a bit more endearing than that, when Madara shows it. Tobirama is sparring with his students and one of them can't quite dodge in time. That jutsu can break skin and cut through muscle if it hits right, but rather than hurt one of his students that badly, Tobirama jerks it back. He breaking the whip's momentum but loses a good portion of control and, indeed, slaps himself in the fact with it. He looks rather akin to a wet cat.
Madara and Izuna both break out into another fit of laughter, but Hikaku just shakes his head fondly.
"I've seen him do that on purpose, actually." He says after the laughter has died down a bit. It's not exactly the same -- the memory he calls up had been recorded on accident. It had been in those early days of peace, when seeing Tobirama move water about had made him call up the sharingan on instinct, back when they'd be so concerned that he'd break peace that he wasn't allowed to go off on missions alone.
I'd been rather rote mission -- dealing with bandits who had thought they could take advanced of the disorganization of a new village. It had had been hot, the summer temperatures soaring high and uncomfortable, and they'd both been sweat soaked and sticky by the end of it.
"Excuse me" Tobirama had said the moment he'd cause sight of a source of water. He'd let himself jump in ankle deep instead of standing on top, raised an arm, and proceeded to dump an honestly excessive amount of water over himself. Of course, his mastery over water let him pull water out of his clothes until he was just the right amount of damp without any effort-- Hikaku had been and still is jealous over it -- and even back then, eyes lingered on where wet clothes stuck to well-defined muscle.
Thankfully no one comments. The sharingan's tendency to show the exactly what was seen means they've all shared unintentionally embarrassing moments. Plus, Hikaku knows he's not the only one who's done that exact thing.
"Oh, sensei will do that for us, if we ask!" Chimes in Kagami, thankfully too young and oblivious to understand why his cousins are giving Hikaku the side eye. He launches into a memory of his team begging and pleading to be allowed to train on the water on another hot day. His sensei had crossed his arms, unimpressed, and said he knew that the lot of them had all mastered water walking already…
…But that if the lot of them managed to prove they could do their D-rank mission without complaining, he would think of a way to cool them all off. In Kagami's young memory, the cool mist Tobirama had raised from the pond of the garden they'd been weeding had been the most refreshing thing he'd ever felt.
"…He's too soft on you." Madara says, without any real heat.
"He's something." Izuna responds dryly. "Sometimes I forget, none of you have ever seen what it's like when he really wants to get something done."
Without warning, Izuna calls up the memory of a fight. No… A spar, but a bloodthirsty one. Probably one of the first ones they'd had since they were allowed to again, after peace was called. A mixture of pent up frustration and the fact that they were no longer supposed to kill each other had both of them showing off -- Izuna was prone to do it, regardless, but this was the first time he'd seen Tobirama opt for techniques that were more flashy than practical. A water dragon with mutliple heads split apart into multiple, chasing Izuna through the trees, each one eating one of the multi-fireballs Izuna hurls out to counter them.
Tobirama did not hesitate, leaping out from the steam and twisting his fingers. The droplets of water in the air shimmered and twisted until everything was an indistinct haze.
Not that it stops a sharingan. But something about the scene -- the way the light hit the mist, haloing Tobirama with a sort of rainbow -- or maybe the way he's smirking -- makes Izuna pause.
Oh, he thinks.
Oh, thinks everyone else.
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🔺Ok Lu Da you know we have to ask: are you or have you at any point been in love with Ta Ming?
7/10. You have flustered the Pirate King.
He coughs in an attempt to mask the odd laugh that rises in his throat, dropping a grin to the table that tightens by degrees.
“I, uh...” It’s a rare picture, the pirate’s usually quick wit abandoning him as the words stumble to arrange themselves into something intelligible. Lu Da runs a hand through his mohawk, disheveling it further, as if the gesture might help him gather his thoughts.
“I care for her a hell of a lot, there’s no denying that,” he begins again, regaining some of his bearings. “Which is a little funny, ‘cause back at the start it’s fair to say neither of us wanted much to do with the other, or knew what to make of ‘em. I mean, oil and water, right? Who’d have thought we’d ever be friends, close friends at that—”
“Real close,” mutters Marik from where he leans cross-armed against the wall. Lu Da shoots him a brotherly look of shutuppery.
“It was well-earned, but we have a connection,” he continues, “mutual trust, we’ve been through a lot together, and I admire her, respect her. Ta Ming’s strong, unwaveringly loyal and disciplined, so fiercely self-sufficient. May take a lot to rile her, but she’s a woman you do not wanna cross—ask me how I know,” he adds.
His mouth crooks up wryly before softening again as he hesitates, brow furrowing.
“Sometimes, I catch myself thinking, what if we’d never met? Winding it all back in my head, all the pieces that had to line up, and if just one thing, one mistake, one choice had been different…”
A tenuous silence settles, punctuated by the drumming of the pirates fingers, his gaze anchored to the table.
“There’ve been moments,” he proceeds, as if stepping out onto ice, cautious, questing, “when it feels like... teetering on the top of a high cliff, when we’re together and I get this lurch and I know I’m looking at her too long, and the only reason I look away is so I don’t do something stupid and send us over the wrong edge. We’ve seen each other at our best, and our worst. She’s been there for me, seen the good and the bad, accepted it all, and never once has made me feel like I...” He pauses again, sighs through his nose. “All I know is she fascinates me, challenges me, and whenever I’m with her, having her at my side, it feels… right, somehow... like coming home.”
A curtain seems to lift in the parting of his lips, in his drifting gaze, a rawness when his voice emerges again, as if he has found himself holding something startling and precious. “Fuck, is this what it feels like to—”
Marik clears his throat, quick but quiet. "Cheers to your epiphany, I'd say you're the last one to know, but..." He nods his chin to somewhere close behind, where the air shifts, the previously closed door having sighed open to encroaching conversation.
Lu Da’s gaze snaps askance and back, the question low on his breath. “Do not tell me she’s…”
A furtive nod. “Just walked in.”
Amended: 10/10, a kaleidoscope of panic and co-morbidities flickering behind his eyes.
Lu Da almost risks a glimpse over his shoulder. Instead, he rubs his palms down his pants and leans forward, burly arms folding against the table. “She hear any of that?”
Marik shrugs. “Nothing Jhu Lin hasn't probably already implied.”
“Hilarious.”
The small wave of voices and laughter swells as they grow closer. He catches his nickname.
Shifting in his seat, Lu Da makes a discreet slicing motion in front of his throat with a drawn grin and mutters, “Uhh, yeah, next question.”
Send a △ and ask my character(s) a really invasive question.
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"Marlene, honestly," Sirius groaned, letting his head hit the bedpost. "It's so obvious, I think even James has caught onto it. You're just too stubborn to admit it."
"Sirius, I swear to Merlin I'll hit you with your own beater's bat if you keep blabbering around."
He tsked and chuckled. "Classic. Listen, there is absolutely no point in denying it. I've seen you. The way you look at them when they're flying. I've seen you during the Ravenclaw-Slytherin Quidditch match, you were ogling them like your life depended on it. All the nights we've spent together, talking about Remus and Dorcas. You haven't realized, have you? You've fallen in love with them against your own will."
Marlene's eyes widened, her heart thrumming against her chest, her arm still raised to her eye, his eyeliner in her hand. All the nights she had spent awake, thinking about Dorcas. Every single time her heart started racing when they passed her. The way her ears reddened, hidden by her blonde mullet, whenever Dorcas Meadowes was mentioned. All of the love. All of the denial.
Oh.
Oh shit.
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oops new wip?
Snippet for you:
CONCEPTUALIZATION — Again, it’s startlingly obvious once you actually put the pieces together. It’s not even my domain anymore— you’re probably bi-sexual, if you had to put a word to it, but the exact words are unimportant to you now. Whether you like men as a whole is still debatable, but you know for certain you like this man. You like him a lot.
YOU — Oh.
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