#-sorin whispers writes

[sorinbds]

hii, Sorin!!

I wonder if you could write Luka acting vulnerable with the reader🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭being the prince of the stage must not be easy at all and I just want to pamper him love

-Miri <3

Luka x reader

N/A:I completely agree, being the prince of the stage must not be easy.Remember that my glasses are lost and that is why there will inevitably be spelling errors.I will correct it in the future

The room was tinted with dull colors, the only light came from a candle that was threatening to go out. You sigh softly with the weight of Luka's head resting on your lap, his soft gold hair. His eyes reflected the flame of the candle, while his breathing was faint.

At first, luka had been skeptical of you stroking his hair. He rarely had the luxury of relaxing and trying to forget about the scenario he was created for, but you had convinced him to take a break from his practice, currently his eyes were closed and his usual tense features were relaxed. He seemed so relaxed that you were afraid to make any movement.

Your fingers trace soft circles on his soft hair, trying not to ruin his peace of mind. You couldn't hide the happiness of seeing Luka with a calm expression. These last few days had been difficult since his opponent had hit him violently.

The light of the candle was dying so you try to get up gently so as not to wake up Luka who had already been visiting the land of dreams for a long time, you move Luka's position to stand up. When you were at the foot of the candle, you grabbed a lighter to light the flame.

Behind you, a faint whisper stopped you in your tracks, as you turned, you looked at Luka's eyes open, his deep eyes looking at you through the darkness.

-Are you leaving already? -His voice was somewhat low as if he were murmuring, sleep was still noticeable in him.

-I didn't mean to wake you up - you said softly, taking a step towards him. He moved, gently sitting up and stretching his arms out as a sign that he wanted to return to your arms.

You return to the bed with a slight smile, his arms around your waist, his head on your shoulder, his eyes open slightly, before he closes them completely.

"Stay," he said, whispering as if it were a secret between you and him, and in some parts it was.

and you did it, embraced by its quality

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"Oh, you have no idea what you've done." Lord Tarquinne strides into the hall, throwing the doors open. His eyes are scathing, even from a distance, glaring daggers at the cocky young Praetor currently enchanting the councilmembers with his victorious tall-tales.

They were laughing, each one holding a goblet of wine of the highest caliber, it seems. A celebratory scene, one would think - they sure did. Except the current situation was nothing to be celebrated.

In the center of the group, the noble boy looks up at him, mocking arrogance and pseudo-disbelief reeking from his voice "Is that so?"

The older man sighed, exasperated, now standing right in front of the table. The councilmembers fell silent, all eyes turned to him, though Praetor Lorcan seemed particularly amused. Tarquinne answered, "Yes, it is."

Lorcan rolls his eyes, throwing his arms out wide, with a cackling laugh as if he just heard a fine joke. Some of the councilmembers, perhaps out of fear or out of a wish to fall in his good graces, hesitantly joined in, though they seemed unsure why he was laughing.

Finally, the Praetor took a deep breath and a long sip of wine, before retorting, still smirking "Oh. I get what you're talking about." He says, realization dawning on him but not harming his confidence. He continued proudly, mockery in his voice "Still, I feel the need to ask: why do you think so?" Lorcan chuckles, gesturing dismissively "After all, she's just a girl! She's no threat anymore."

Lord Tarquinne's face was unreadable, and he took a step forward. What few councilmembers had joined in Lorcan's mocking display had long since fallen silent once more.

The older man slammed his hand on the table, rattling the cutlery and startling a few of the noblemen. Lorcan still stared up at him lazily, sipping his wine as if bored. "That 'girl' won a duel against one of my finest knights when she was only thirteen years of age. That 'girl' is the daughter of Cerys Reikar - the most dangerous man in the realm." At that, Lorcan's easy smile began to fall, being replaced with a frown, uncomfortable at the reminders "She follows the Oath of the Sword by the book. Sorin knows more ways to kill a man than you ever will."

Hushed whispers filled the table. All here knew those words to be the pure truth, as much as the cocky commander of the guard refused to acknowledge it. Tarquinne moved away from the table, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to find the patience to continue, "And you, stupid child, just hurt the person she loves the most in this world. Worse yet, you let her escape. With a dragon."

Lorcan scoffed, indignant, "I was trying to send a message -"

The other cut him off before he could finish the sentence, voice calculated, "And you did indeed send a message. A message that you're unfit for your position and that your choices can bring jeopardy to everything the Inquisition stands for." Tarquinne's sentenced ended in what was practically a yell, booming in the hall, before he took a deep breath and paused.

The gathered nobles were silent as a grave, and Lorcan's eyes burned with rage at his faults being exposed to his 'adoring crowd'. However, his arrogant facade was beginning to falter, dread peeking through into his expression.

Tarquinne addressed Lorcan, and though he asked a question, it was more than clear that it rather was a statement. "Do you seriously think that Sorin is going to stand down after you tortured her betrothed to the edge of madness and killed his sister?" He couldn't keep the sheer disbelief and impatience out of his voice at that, much like a teacher scolding a troubling child. Lorcan said nothing, and the older Lord shook his head. "No. She'll be coming for your blood, and I won't be the fool standing in her way."

It was clear the young Preator didn't want to show weakness in front of his followers. Still, his face was visibly paler, and his rings clattered slightly against the wooden table as he placed his hands upon it, steadying himself, "Then what should I do now then?"

His voice was provoking, carrying an underlying tone of disdain that wasn't unnoticed by any of the others in the room, especially not Tarquinne, but he still seemed to wait for an answer rather nervously.

Tarquinne sighed, "Now, fool, I will do what you should have done in the first place - I'll send my men to kill Sorin Reikar and the wildmage you drove mad before they come for us. And you had better pray neither of them find you before my men find them."

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“You told me to learn my place,” I whisper, hissing the last sound. “It is a pity you did not know yours. My name is Isadred Thereugenet, eldest daughter to the king you serve. My place was under your protection. My place is here, above you, while you kneel. Sir, I am no bandit girl, but had you respect for such women too, you would not have thus disgraced yourself.” I stand, and add with a glance back, “Do tell Lord Aedred of me. Tell him I am travelling to Ryeneth, very much alive, and that (bandit king) is a liar and a fool.” I disappear into the crowd and nearly bump into Sorin. “You good?” he asks quickly. His hand is still on his sword. “Yeah, you?” I breathe. He nods. “Let’s go,” he grabs my hand before anyone else can spot us.

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Neon Dynasty Kami- wait hang on

Are we still on Innistrad? I thought we did Innistrad last time. Excuse me while I review the previous post.

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Yes, it seems we started Innistrad, but I got sidetracked by talking about all the corrupted angels from Shadows block. Odd. When I try to remember the process of writing the last post, there aren’t any specifics, just this... warm, hazy thrum. That’s probably fine, right?

Anyway.

INNISTRAD: MIDNIGHT HUNT + CRIMSON VOW, CONTINUED

Henrika Domnathi (art by Billy Christian)

It really is so easy to make vampires hot, isn’t it? Like there’s a formula: take a pretty woman, give her opulent clothes, put a little trickle of blood from her mouth as a crack in the facade of controlled civility, right, just to indicate that she may look like nobility but is in fact a decadent animal, and then give her a wine glass full of blood and have her hover a bit. There you go: buttons pushed, hotness achieved.

Henrika, Infernal Seer (art by Billy Christian)

Oh, by the way, Henrika apparently drinks demon blood exclusively, which is a cool character detail I thought you should know. There is something very Mardi Gras about this whole look, which just makes me want to reread some of Caitlín R. Kiernan’s New Orleans short stories. Actually, you could do a very interesting Innistrad reskin using Kiernan’s mythology, their dog-like ghouls and Southern vampires in houses with decaying wallpaper. Wizards of the Coast did a bunch of alternate versions of cards from Crimson Vow as Dracula characters - I’m imagining something similar with Jimmy de Sade as Sorin, Salmagundi as Avacyn, and so forth. Free Secret Lair idea, if Wizards want to make a product with a target audience of one.

MUCH LIKE THAT WHOLE PARAGRAPH. LET’S MOVE ON, PLEASE.

Gisa, Glorious Resurrector (art by Yongjae Choi)

You know, there is something really compelling about a woman who is passionate about her art, even if that art is raising the dead. Not a lot of fun to be had on Innistrad, generally speaking, but Gisa is having the time of her life: bloody cleaver, picnic basket full of hands, horde of adoring undead, evil shovel. Some respond to the horrors of Innistrad by retreating to the safety of ritual or religion, hiding in their hamlets, hands gripping axe or torch, mouths set in grim hope. Gisa responded to the horrors by saying, “I could do your job better, actually,” and it is working out great for her. Apologies to Olivia Voldaren, but Gisa is Innistrad’s premier girlboss and it is not close.

Bat Whisperer (art by Jodie Muir)

I’m sure the other vampires get judgy about how Sabrina’s always getting fully contoured and dressed to the nines just to go lounge around on rooftops with bats, but frankly she has captivated me with her #AutisticGirlSwag. I am so excited to learn all about the difference between bat species in Nephalia and Stensia.

Saryth, the Viper’s Fang (art by Igor Kieryluk)

There aren’t any gorgons on Innistrad, so Saryth has decided to DIY it. About eighty percent of the sex appeal here is the massive, luminous constrictor. That’s not just me, right? Igor made the snake really hot, right?

ANYWAY, YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE CROSSBOW SEGMENT OF OUR SHOW.

Apprentice Sharpshooter (art by Steve Prescott)

Personally I think it’s good to have to watch out for spikes when you kiss a pretty woman. There’s a lovely textural contrast between cold pointy metal and the softness and warmth of fur and skin. More spikes on women in 2023, please.

Bloodthirsty Adversary (art by Heonhwa Choe)

Yes, like that, exactly! Spiked pauldron, spiked hips, double crown of thorns, and we’ve escalated to two crossbows. She will kill you, unfortunately, but you’ll get to experience several interesting and different piercing sensations on the way out.

Sawblade Slinger (art by Joshua Raphael)

And speaking of escalation, um. Look. We can argue about whether the Fuck-Off Buzzsaw Hurler is technically a crossbow, but I hope we can all agree that it is an Effective Visual Metaphor for the best goddamn strap game in Innistrad.

THIS HAS BEEN THE CROSSBOW SEGMENT OF OUR SHOW. THANK YOU.

Creepy Puppeteer (art by Marie Magny)

If you’re not at least curious about what it would feel like to get double-teamed by a lovely hammer-wielding maniac and her mannequin duplicate, you might be reading the wrong blog. Hey Marie, this is pretty good, but can we get the horny turned up a couple hundred percent?

Blood Hypnotist (art by Marie Magny)

Amazing, thank you so much. Where to even begin with this? I don’t know exactly what blood hypnosis entails, but I would very much like to learn. The dominating eye contact, the blood-soaked talons, the coy little heart in blood on her previous victim’s face (”previous” because what this image communicates above all else is “you’re next,”) fat braids straining against their prison of riveted leather strips, the way the outline of her head irresistibly suggests a praying mantis head (that one’s just for me, thank you!), and - why not - fat tits into the bargain. Honestly, the only thing that could possibly make this any hornier would be the visible bulge of her thick cock, which I’m sure they only didn’t do because this game is 13+. Then again, they printed this card as-is, so I guess Magic: the Gathering is real educational, huh? Tap lands, cast spells, make friends, feel things about card art you can’t yet identify but which will shape whole swathes of the rest of your life.

Alright, that’s been Innistrad, a welcome change of pace from almost two years of mostly-neutered art. Thanks for going on this journey with me!

NEXT TIME: CYBERPUNK, ART DECO, AND TAMIYO'S HOT GIRL MAKEOVER COMES AT A TERRIFYING COST!

[sorin-in-the-stars]

Lunch Crashing, I think I like you two. (pt. 1)

Lunch Crashing, I think I like you two.

Scaramouche x GN! reader x Childe

Contents : Modern Highschool Au, established relationship (Scara x reader) Oblivious Childe, ChiScara (slight in first part), Eventual Poly, ooc ChiScara

Summary : You and Scaramouche often eat lunch in a tucked away staircase in your school, so you can relax and cuddle without interruptions. Though Childe finds out and gets jealous. He is oblivious to the fact you two are dating, and has feelings for you. Scaramouche, is conflicted on his feelings for Childe. And so are you?

Requested? No.

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Bro this is the most ive written- im really happy with it. More parts are to come!!

“Hm, hey this class is boring. We should skip.” Childe said, poking the eraser side of his pencil into your side. He had a mischievous look on his face, smirking with his head leaned against his hand which was propped on the table you shared with him.

It was Science class and you were stuck in the lab room, having been paired up with a particular ginger and an angsty boyfriend of yours. There were an odd number of students and Childe could not fathom working on his own, for whatever reason. Though it did not bother you, it sure bothered Scaramouche.

“You’re already failing this class, and you’d like to skip? No wonder you’re failing.” Scaramouche commented, jotting down a few more things to his paper for the assignment. He scoffed a few moments later and sat upright. He turned to look at the two of you and saw that Childe was giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah he is, but it would be fun, no?” You asked, rolling up your sleeves to get ready to sneakily clean up to leave. You knew Scaramouche would give in, not to Childe but to you.

“Yeah! We can go to the mall and get food.” Childe butted in, grabbing his car keys to show them off to the shorter male.

“Hm, he is just annoying.” You knew he was lying, he was a tad bit jealous at the idea of Childe joining you two in on your usual lunch dates. It was something special for you two, daily lunch dates hidden away from most.

“I’d rather choke than go there with you.” Scaramouche shoved a few papers into his school binder and grabbed your hand. “I’ll be leaving with them. You should pay attention to class.”

You laughed and wave the now sulking male off, and let yourself get dragged by Scaramouche to what you’d assume to be your usual hiding spot. “Jealous? Or you just want to be alone?” You asked him, keeping up with his quick steps.

“Annoying? Hmm, if you say so, Scaramouche.” Soon, you two arrived at the staircase tucked away in the corner of the school. No one used it often, so you two were able to relax there for the entire lunch hour. 

He eyed you as you grabbed your lunch out of your bag as well. You sat down next to him, shoulders touching, and began to eat. "Hm- Y'know, one day we should humor Childe and go with him to the mall for lunch. He is offering to pay anyway." You spoke between bites. 

Scaramouche did not reply and just plopped down on the ground. He pulled his bag to his side and dug in it to grab his lunch. He set it down to his side. “Well, sit down. I want to eat with you.”

"He'll think it's a date." He paused, finishing his bite quickly before speaking again. "You know how he thinks."

"Yeah but, would that be all that bad? He probably doesn't have many others to eat with since everyone else uses him for money." You swallowed your food and took a sip of your water. "He is our friend either way. Why not eat lunch with him?"

Scaramouche rolled his eyes and set his food on his lap, looking at you with slight defeat. "You do know he likes you. Right? I don't want him to have what's mine." He sighed and shook his head, eyes now turned to the ground. "If you want to, we can tomorrow. But this won't be a routine."

You smiled happily, ignoring the fact Scaramouche had just told you that Childe had feelings for you. They would go away eventually. Besides, you didn't feel the same. "Yay! But you have to be nice to him! No snarky remarks. Got it?" You stated, pointing a threatening finger at him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just eat your food." Scaramouche finished his sandwich quickly and gulped down some of the juice he brought. He grabbed a few snacks he brought and opened them, munching on them rather happily.

"Mhm. I know I know." You leaned against his side, finishing your own sandwich hastily to steal some of your lover's snacks. He brought the good stuff! Not the no-name brands, the good stuff. So who couldn't steal it?

"Here. I brought you some." He held out a small pack of gummies. His face was slightly tinted red. He knew how much you enjoyed them, and he wanted to give you a few small snacks. "So you don't steal mine." 

You smiled widely and snatched them from his hand. You held it up in victory and cheered. "Thank you!" You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and turned to open and devour the snack. "Oh man, have I told you how much I love you?" You asked, off in your own world of gummy snacks.

"Hmm, a few times." He stuffed the empty wrapper into his pocket to toss later. Scaramouche lifted up his arm and wrapped it around your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your head in the process.

A silent declaration of his love for you.

Meanwhile, Childe was roaming the school halls in search of you two. He had bought himself lunch and wanted to at least spend the hour with you. However, he was having a hard time looking for you guys. 

"Mr. Zhongli, have you seen Scaramouche?" He asked a teacher and a few other students. However, all of his questions have been answered the same.

"No, sorry." 

He sighed and decided to go to an empty hallway and sit there. He walked up the stairs, sulking very clearly. "Where are they…"

Childe hummed to himself and looked to see if anyone was there.

"Oh, Childe." There you two were! He was ecstatic! He smiled widely and held up his bag of food.

"I got food~ want to share?" He asked, not questioning the cuddling. Your guy's relationship had yet to go public. So Childe had yet to even figure out you two were together.

"As much as that is appealing, we already ate. Sorry, Childe." You said, sitting up and sadly pulling away from Scaramouche. It pained you to do so but, you knew Scaramouche did not like showing affection in front of others.

"More food for me." Childe shrugged and sat in front of you two. He opened the bag and dug in, happily eating his food.

You packed away your empty containers and garbage into your bag, noting to grab it and throw it away before your next class. "Tomorrow we should go to the mall together for lunch. I'll have some money by then." 

Scaramouche didn’t make a comment, rather he sat there staring at the ginger with this slight edge. He did not want him to find out about your hiding spot. It was meant for you two and now he might try to come with you two every day! 

“If you want. I can pay though.” Childe swallowed his food. “I’ll pay for both of you!” He just wanted you two to hang out with him. More so you than Scaramouche, but he was not complaining whatsoever. 

Scaramouche crossed his arms and legs, huffing at Childe's words. “Free food is free food. I’ll go.” He closed his eyes as to avoid looking at anyone. 

“Great! It’s a date then.” Childe said, sending you a wink. He then went back to eating his food as the bell rang. Students poured out of classes, eager to eat their lunches.

“I thought we told you not to skip that class-” You said, furrowing your eyebrows at Childe. You forgot the bell hadn’t even gone yet. That sly guy really left after he was told to stay.

“You two aren’t my parents. I’ll do as I please.” Childe laughed, having successfully left class, got food, and found you two. What a great day it is today.

“I’m not tutoring you on that upcoming test.” Scaramouche butt in, having zero intentions of helping the failing male. It was not his responsibility after all. If Childe wanted to pass, he had to do it on his own.

“There's a test-?” Childe asked, voice loud enough to shock the relaxed Scaramouche. He stopped eating his food, and his mouth was wide open. He was starting to panic a bit.

“Hm, no. But I wasn’t going to help you if there was one.” Scaramouche laughed, smiling in a teasing way. He knew he would end up helping him. They wouldn’t be in the same class anymore if he didn’t help. He couldn’t let that happen, now could he?

“Awh, you two have study dates without me? I feel hurt.” You cut in, feigning hurt by placing your hand on your heart and falling onto the floor, now laying down. You laughed, smiling at your own joke.

Childe was laughing with you, nodding to your question. “We do! And you will never be invited!” He proclaimed, pointing at you with a determined expression.

“Not that they need them. Unlike you, they’re passing Science.” Scaramouche shook his head, chuckling softly at your guy's antics. It was stupid, yet he found himself thinking it was rather cute. The both of you.

Childe nodded in agreement. “Can never get enough.” He finished off his food and put all his trash into the takeout bag.

What was he thinking?

You sat up and gently punched Scaramouches shoulder. “Yeah, but it would never hurt to get extra study sessions.” You replied, questioning if it would be worth asking one of the smarter students for help. Your grade could use some work after all.

Scaramouche looked at him in irritation again, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed thin. “You don’t even study unless I’m there.” He commented, scoffing at him.

“They’re study dates! Trust me! One day, you’ll enjoy them as much as I do.” Childe smiled, patting his pants clean of any crumbs from his lunch.

“And I’m still not invited? Heartbroken.” You faked a pout, crossed your arms, and turned your head. Your eyes were shut tightly and your cheeks were puffed out slightly. 

And the cuddle sessions.

“Sorry. Just us two are allowed.” Childe teased, poking your cheek playfully. “No one else.”

You laughed and slapped his hand away. “Fine. I’ll have my own study dates with Scaramouche. On our own. You’re not invited!” You declared. Though it was already true. He often did help with your assignments and studying. You did prefer it that way, Childe could get off-topic often. And the study sessions you two held were meant for studying after all. 

“Who said I’m going to study with you? You’re on your own too.” Scaramouche stated, side-eyeing you with faked irritation. He really didn’t mind studying with either of you. Though sometimes he could not handle Childe.

You gasped, pressing your hand against your heart again, and faked a surprised look. “What! No study dates with me?” You tilted your head down and closed your eyes. “I’m shattered. Truly am heartbroken. Why must you regret me like this?”

Scaramouche scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Enough. Lunch is about to end. Let’s head to our next classes.” Scaramouche stood up and grabbed his bag.

You sighed and did the same. You also grabbed the trash from inside to throw out. “Fine. I’ll see you two later then. Bye!” You waved them off and headed off to your next class, one you did not share with either of them. 

[biderboy]

“this was supposed to save them” he whispered, hands shaking, eyes filled with tears he could not let fall.

james laid on the ground in front of him, the distinct screams of lily echoed off his ears, it rushed through his head, it slammed against his heart.

dead. they were dead.

he dropped to his knees, hand coming up to rest against james’ chest. to feel something, a pulse, a breath, a steady beat of his heart, anything. he begged the stars and anyone who would listen to let him feel something.

nothing.

james was gone.

he wanted to scream, to shout. to cry and make himself bleed. he wanted to rip the world apart, he wanted to set it on fire. he wanted to do something, anything, to bring them back. to make things okay.

to save them.

it was supposed to save them.

he sits and wonders where that blind faith went, how he was so sure this would word. that he’d save them. that they’d make it out, all of them. that they’d smile and laugh and rings would be okay.

where did that feeling go?

because now he sat there, james’ hands were now cold, his eyes empty. lily was laying on the floor upstairs, her last moments stained with fear. sirius was on his way, blood aching and hope lost. remus was away, but he’s get the news, he’d know he’d be alone.

the only feeling that racked his body was pure and raw, it scratched at his throat, it bled through his hands.

he was supposed to save them.

but he couldn’t even do that.

i like to think peter did what he did because he was under the impression he was protecting them

[cfserpents]

The last few weeks have been quiet in Viorel’s room.

There were no sounds of near-silent tapping of claws against the wood floor, nor shuffling of sheets and papers at a desk. A light was left untouched the whole time, almost forming dust in its neglect. Where was he, the healer and dog? He wasn’t in Voithos, nor Pali. He wasn’t in Aspida where the tanks forged their skin in steel and unwavering grit. He was away in the forest that reminded him of his childhood. There was no home for him to claim just yet; not even Romania, his motherland, was home. 

He had brought his bedroll and a tent, a few textbooks with a lantern and writing supplies, to tide himself over. Viorel sat in his tent studying high school physics with a dog-eared  Întâmplări în irealitatea imediată accompanied by a well-worn dictionary. The demi was quiet, studious, in the early morning light when Sorin made a low, rumbling growl. “Ce este?” he whispered under his breath for the shepherd to hear. 

[bastiodonz]

literally no one:

me: oh? yall want osas? yall want osas writing? yall want vague exploration of only one of osas places culture? yall want fuckin SORIN?

Sorin had been granted the day off. It was all just happenstance. Conan had been keen on staying in his room, despite the resulting argument he had with the Queen. In the end, she caved, and Conan already had other guards to watch over him. So one guard’s disappearance wouldn’t mean the end of the world, nor would it affect him too harshly. Hence the day off.

And that’s when it started.

The sky had been a sickly dark gray the entire week leading up to this-- clouds churning and growing with a promise spoken on the edge of their biting cold wind. Mothers spent the week curiously glancing up, as if checking up on it, before herding their children back inside.

(Earlier this week, when Conan wandered through town with Sorin close on his heels, he’d pointed out flocks of birds nesting in the rocks that surrounded the natural shoreline. He’d stated that birds did that whenever a storm was coming in.)

So it’s bad luck (or maybe it’s good luck?) that once the rain finally falls, Sorin is there to see it.

It starts off slow-- a few on and off drizzles that send local Valkirans scuttering for cover. Sorin isn’t stupid, so he follows their lead. So now here he stands under the overhang of a bakery’s roof, watching the scene unfold with rapt interest. Then the storm begins to build, as if someone was manually turning up some sort of invisible crank, until the rain was falling down so harshly that Sorin swears that the impact of the raindrops on the road is sending vibrations up his body.

(He knows, realistically, it’s not possible. But it feels like it.)

Water gushes down the sides of the roads, in long canals that have been carved out long ago-- presumably for this very task. The water that flows through it is dark and murky, reflecting the overcast and the shadows which had been stretched over the land. He can’t help himself from staring into one of the canals, which is just in front of him. He sees his own reflection, and despite it blurring and streaking with the water’s movement, it leaves him entranced.

He’s been officially in Valkarie for two years and Sorin still can’t get over the novelty of rain.

It may have been months since he’s spoken them, but there’s years worth of song stuck beneath Sorin’s tongue, and it’s simply instinctive for him to begin whispering under his breath. He absolutely isn’t doing it justice, but it’s Patudan Cahntec; a traditional Ruresic song which literally means ‘flood song’. Originally, it meant to celebrate the first flood of the year, and the beginning of crop season. It was a song that welcomed prosperity and growth and thanked the Gods for another year of harvest.

But in the years following the Idarist War, in the years that Sorin grew up in, the song was only sung by the desperate.

Sorin had been one of them.

(He remembers spending hours-- days even, kneeling upon the long streams that have since dried up. Despite the rocks that dug into his knees and the sun that beat on his back unforgivingly, he remained. He remembers his palms being outstretched and sprawled out against the hot dirt, wondering if he could’ve been pressing up against mud if only things were a bit different. He remembers the song flowing from his lips on an endless loop. Less of a song, and more of a plea.

As if by him saying them, they were some sort of omen that were destined to happen, and it would force the Gods’ hands to come through and give them what they needed.

It never worked.

The water never came and Sorin remembers waking up in a carriage with hundreds of other sick and injured people.

He remembers staggering to his feet, ignoring the protest of Valkarian nurses with their too pale skin-- untouched by the desert sun, and the groans of those who simply couldn’t do more than cry and let death claim them.

He remembers how pain had raced up his entire body, and how he had smeared blood on the white curtain that kept the sand out as he pulled it back. He remembers looking out, his eye falling upon the still smoldering ruins of Ruresi-- a once flourishing kingdom that fell to the clutches of an unfair war and never quite recovered. A once sprawling kingdom which had been gripped so tight by a forced draught and famine that a single flame sent the whole place falling down, to be covered by the sand in hundreds of years.

He remembers staring at the smoke that continued to pour off his home in the distance and murmuring a last plea for the Gods to bring water-- to put out the fires and bring down the dam so at last Ruresi can rebuild.

The only water he got was the salty tears that started pouring down his cheeks.)

Someone taps his shoulder, and Sorin is forcibly brought out of his memories with a jerk. His throat closes up and the song is strangled into submission. His hands immediately fly over for his sword, but is reminded that he had left it at the castle when he’s left groping uselessly at empty air. A civilian stares up at him, her hair frizzy with the humidity that rain always brings and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The smell of bread and confections roll over Sorin, and he realizes that she’s probably the owner of the bakery he’s taking cover under.

“Sorry ma’am,” The words come easily to Sorin, and he straightens himself up, “I hope I didn’t disturb you. I can move if you wish.”

She shakes her head, clutching her blanket closer. She’s shivering. Sorin realizes with a start that he is too. “No, you’re fine. I was just wondering what you were singing. I’ve never heard it before, and well, it sounds so beautiful,” She slowly meets his eyes, “What is it?”

Sorin has years of experience that help keep the surprise from showing on his face. His response is quiet, as if if he were to speak any louder he would somehow ruin the moment, “It’s Patudan Cahntec. It’s Ruresic.”

“Ruresic?” The woman echoes, and her eyebrows have shot up to her hairline. She mouths it to herself a couple times, seeming thoughtful, before she sighs, “I don’t think I’ve actually heard of that language before.”

“It’s understandable,” Sorin assures. And he truly means that. Despite the influx of Ruresans in Valkarie, Ruresic was a minor language at most, and mishmashed gibberish at the least. Due to Ruresi’s origins as a city established by groups of people all hoping to escape the Sunfire Drought, their respective languages have blended together into one.

Ruresic.

Maybe it wasn’t completely original, and maybe even the words that were Common Valkarian were a bit too rolled to seem proper, but to Sorin it was a language through and through. Shame the others didn’t see it that way. It was just barely deemed a proper language only eight years ago-- with a council (which in Conan’s words, were more of a performative thing than anything) getting the Valkarian King to add it to his Official List of Uxordran Languages at the very bottom. A footnote.

Sorin sighs softly, and watches his breath as it escapes him. That’s another thing he’s still fascinated by. Someone softly clears their throat to his left, and he turns to see the woman is still standing there. She’s shuffling her feet and biting her lip, and Sorin wonders what she’s waiting for.

Once he realizes it’s him she’s waiting for, he can’t stop the soft warmth of being wanted that spreads through his chest, but he can forcibly smash it down. Expert technique. Amazing.

“Do…” His words are hesitant. Sorin’s words trail off and his eyebrows furrow. He isn’t exactly the pinnacle of proper social interaction, so he struggles with his words for a bit. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally finishes his sentence, “Do you want me to continue singing?”

The woman chuckles a bit, “If you don’t mind. Why else why would I willingly stand out in the rain?”

He is about to say they aren’t actually in the rain when he reconsiders it and actually ponders her request.

By no means is this a true, proper flood. Valkarie gets rain all the time, consistently puts out crops all around the year, and as the central point of the kingdom, doesn’t rely on the crops they’re putting out. There isn’t really a reason for him to be singing it right here and right now.

But he had been singing it a few moments prior. And just like how where he’s singing isn’t the same from where he’s sung how many years ago, he isn’t the same Sorin from all those years ago either.

He isn’t the Sorin who didn’t know anything about himself other than the fact that he longed to see the floods told on the raspy breaths of his elders. He isn’t the Sorin who had just lost everything, and home was just a scarf that still smelled then of smoke and cheap perfume.

He’s a completely different Sorin.

Right now, he’s a Sorin who’s a step away from standing in the rain, and is being offered a chance to finally sing to the waters he’s been given.

Maybe this downpour isn’t the salvation that Sorin quite hoped for, nor is it the too late apology from the Gods who failed him. But there’s still a song to be sung, and it’s still raining.

So he takes a deep breath, and lets a melody that’s been etched into his bones flow.

[shortstories-slp]

Undiscovered Texts

The days roll on and the sky never returns to the soft blue hue. Instead, it is replaced by dark grey never ending storm clouds. It has been like this for weeks with no sign of change. Trying to get to the root of the problem a young Interviewer decides to visit Romania, where the storm is believed to have started.

It is at this point that we meet Miss Calinescu, who lives in the middle of the woods in Romania. She lives in a modest manor alone apart for a few maids. There is not much known about her either. She is an odd character and people seem to go missing in the woods around her house a lot. They just seem to disappear like they never existed. Thus, the conduction of this interview.

 “I thought I told you that there is no reason to be so formal.” Miss Calinescu Maricara states and moves aside, sitting on her lavish couch.

“Ah yes. My apologies. Anyways, I have come here with a few questions. The first being, exactly who are you?”  The interviewer asks, holding a fountain pen gingerly in his hand.

“Well, my name is Maricara Calinescu, but my maids just call me Mari. I like to think of myself as a researcher of sorts a collector maybe.” She says in a slightly cheery tone. He nods and jots this down. A maid silently walks into the room and stands next to the couch. Maricara looks up at her and the maid leans down, whispering something quietly in her ear.

“Oh. Will you excuse me for a moment? Luminita can answer a few of the questions you may have in the meantime.” She suggests and the interviewer agrees and watches Maricara leave the room.

“What would you say about Miss Calinescu? Is she a good person to work for?” He asks and watches Luminita carefully. She grips the frilled apron of her dress and speaks in quiet tone.

“She is a very sweet, charitable person, and a bit mysterious. However, she did take me in. So, I trust her with my life.” He writes that on his notepad and gets chills up his spine.

“Uhm. Well, what is with the inverted cross on her left cheek? Is it a tattoo or..?” He starts to ask and Luminita cuts him off.

“We do not talk about that. You do not need to know.” She says in a defensive tone and narrows her eyes on his pen.

“It seems to me that you should be leaving.” She continues and watches as a puddle of ink forms on his notepad. He drops his pen and looks down at his notes, hearing a noise down the hall.

Was that a scream?

He collects his belongings quickly and nods at Luminita, running to the front door. He slams it and loads his stuff into his car. He drives a little way down the long driveway and parks behind a big bush. He sits there and thinks to himself.

If that was a scream I should go back. Maybe she is holding someone hostage? Well regardless something weird is happening there. I should try and get back in there later tonight. He nods to himself and waits for the sun to go down.

  Four Hours Later

           He sneaks into the manor and hears classical music playing quietly from a room down the hall. He walks down the hall and goes over to the door that is slightly opened, peeking in. He jolts back in disgust, quickly covering his mouth to hold back any sound. He looks around panicked and starts to run back down the hallway. He gets to the window that he climbed in through. However, he feels a hand sit on his shoulder and he moves back, falling on the floor. Maricara laughs and looks down at the interviewer, a dark look looming over her perfectly sculpted features.

“You really should have minded your business.” She says coldly and licks her lips, watching him back away slowly. Maricara continues

“I’m really hungry and defiantly not in the mood to chase you, but since I have such fast reflexes. I will give you a head start, but this is the only time I’m doing that.” He shakes and continues to slide back on the floor.

“Y-You’re a vampire?!” He shouts and stumbles to his feet, backing away slowly. She rolls her eyes and starts to count.

“You have until the count of three to run as far as you can. 1… 2…” He shouts and holds up his hands.

“Wait! Wait. Stop.” He looks up at her and gets an annoyed look.

“Nope. You are done.” She says simply and he turns around, finally noticing he is surrounded by four maids. Luminita looks at him with a malicious grin. Maricara turns around and starts to walk away, waving her arm to the side.

“Go ahead and have fun with him but keep it quiet. I have a lot of work to do.” She states plainly and the maids respond in unison.

“Okay Mari.”

  The Next Morning

               The sky is still grey and there is no change in sight, a storm is brewing, and I am defiantly not the cause. Is that what the fool thought? Maricara looks out the window, before looking back at the interviewer’s notepad that the maids stole from his car. She tosses it down on her desk and rolls her eyes, hearing a soft knock on her door.

“Come in.” She says and sits on the padded bench. Dumitra walks in and bows slightly, before saying.

“We got rid of him and his belongings the only thing left is the notepad.” Maricara gets up and tosses it into the flames of the fireplace.

“There. Now it is like he never existed. Can you go get Luminita and Sorina? Along with our oldest bottle of wine? Then, come back in here so we can celebrate.” She says and fixes Dumitra hair, tucking a piece behind her ear smiling. Dumitra nods and smiles, rushing out of the room to gather the other maids. Maricara sighs and grabs a cigarette, opening the window slightly before lighting it and taking a long drag. She blows out a big puff of smoke and watches lightning flash in the distance.

“Yep. It’s only worse than before.” She states in a sarcastic tone putting out her cigarette. Soon enough the maids are running into the room with wine glasses, the bottle of wine, and cheese.

In the Evening

Maricara hears footsteps in the hall that are headed to her room. She sighs and gets up from her bed, looking over at Luminita who is sleeping half naked in her bed. She gets dressed quickly and walks over to the door, stepping out before the person could reach her door.

“Ah. It’s you Mirza.” She says and smiles looking up at her older brother, who practically towers over her.

“Mhm. What were you doing in there? Having sex with one of the maids?” He asks, looking down at his younger sister.

“No. I just needed someone to cuddle. You know it’s hard for me to sleep.” She says in a mocking tone.

“What are you doing awake anyways?” She continues and he responds

“Hey, Hey. Do not get a tone with me. I could easily kick you out of the manor.” Mirza looks down at her and speaks

“I’m awake because I’m hungry. Now, I am going to go hunting. Unlike you. Who would rather starve and ruin your lungs until some dimwitted person falls into your trap {walks into here}.” He walks away from her down the hall, heading to the manor’s front door.

“Please be careful.” Maricara says and Mirza hums, before walking out the door. She sighs and looks over at Sorina, asking.

“Will you go watch over him please?” Sorina replies

“Yes Miss Mari.” She bows and blushes a little, carefully tailing behind Mirza. She climbs up into a tree and jumps from limb to limb, quietly. Mirza senses that he is being tailed but ignores it. He finally gets next to the main road through the woods, waiting alongside of the road for a car to pass. He sticks his hand out and puts his thumb up. The car slows to a halt and rolls down the window.

Jackpot!

Its just a woman driving alone. He fixes his jacket and smiles.

“Hey miss! Would you mind giving me a ride to the next town? My car doesn’t work, so I have to walk usually, but it’s been so stormy out.” He explains and the woman looks at him in awe, blushing.

“Uh uhm. Of course!” She says and unlocks the car door, letting him in. Sorina groans quietly and watches the car drive away. Mirza asks

“So, What’s your name Doll?” She keeps her eyes on the road and quietly says

“It’s Ana-Maria.” Mirza responds

“What a beautiful name, for such a beautiful girl.” She bites her lip, feeling Mirza’s hand on her thigh. He leans over and kisses her neck, gently grazing it with his fangs. She gasps and slams on the breaks. Mirza quickly sinks his fangs into her neck. She lets out a shocked scream and he pulls away for a breath, her blood staining his cheeks and chin. She looks at him and faints. He sighs wipes his face off, carefully bandaging the woman’s neck.

“Mmm. A bit too sweet for my tastes, but it will have to work.” He mutters and carefully leans over, steering her car off to the side of the road before parking it and turning it off. Mirza gets out only to be greeted by Sorina.

“Are you ready to go back to the manor Mirza…?” She asks shyly and he looks at her, rolling his eyes.

“Why does she always send someone after me? I’m older than her.” He states moving closer to Sorina, causing her to back up against a tree.

“Hmm?” He hums and she states

“I-I dunno. I would assume that she just gets worried.” Her face flushes more and Mirza leans in, looking into her eyes. He sighs and mutters

“Well, lets just get back before she gets more antsy.” Sorina nods shyly and follows behind him carefully. Mirza walks through the woods and Sorina hears a noise, quickly running to his side holding onto his jacket sleeve. He looks over at her, watching her cling onto his sleeve deciding to pull his arm away and wrap it around her waist. She blushes feeling his arm lightly resting on her hip. He opens the manor door and allows her to walk in first, before going in behind her shutting the door.

“Well. I’m going to take a bath to relax my nerves.” He says and Sorina looks at him, all too hastily asking

“W-Would you like me to get the bath water ready?” Mirza just smirks and says

“Sure. Why not. You can even help me bathe. Get those hard-to-reach places.” He tosses a wink her way, and she quickly runs off to the bathroom. Mirza walks to the bathroom after about 10 minutes and knocks on the door before opening it.

“Hm? You look like you are ready to join me.” He teases Sorina and closes the door behind himself, locking it. She blushes more and walks away from the tub a bit.

“I-I will wait for you to get undressed and step in.” She says, turning her back to him. He shrugs to himself and starts to get undressed, tossing his clothes on the floor into a pile. He walks into the tub and starts to carefully get in, settling down into the warm water. Sorina turns around and smiles, her face still flushed like a beet. She sits on a stool next to the bath and rolls up the sleeves of her dress, pinning them up. She grabs soap and a washcloth, starting to wash his back carefully. He hums in a grateful tone it felt nice to have someone help him out occasionally. She continues, cleaning behind his ears, his neck, his sides, and his thighs. He watches her hands carefully and he leans back closing his eyes. She bites her lip and moves to kneel on the floor next to the tub. Mirza opens his eyes and looks down at her.

“Why don’t you join me?” He asks in a cool tone.

“W-Would that really be appropriate? I don’t want to take up all the space in the tub.” She replies. He grabs her wrist and assures her.

“It will be fine. Trust me.” He says in an extremely gentle tone. Sorina blushes and lets out a sigh of defeat.

“O-Okay, but can you look away while I get undressed,” She says in a quiet voice. He nods and looks away, starting to wash himself off. She starts to get undressed, unbuttoning her dress, untying her apron, and taking her hair down. She leaves her clothes in a neat pile on the floor. She walks over and carefully sits in the tub across from him, covering her chest.

“Y-You can look now.” She says, her long black hair falls over her shoulders, the ends floating into the water. It was now Mirza’s turn to blush. He stares at the maid in awe, as if he never seen her before. He was taken aback to say the least.

“Wow.” Was all that he could say. Sorina looks up at him and starts to awkwardly wash off. Mirza clears his throat and says

“Let me wash your back and your hair.” She nods and turns her back to him carefully. He grabs a washcloth and soap, carefully moving her hair to the side as he washes her back. Mirza leans closer kissing the nape of her neck, before gently washing her sides causing Sorina to shiver. He moves her hair back and starts to get it wet, beginning to wash her hair. He leans closer and whispers in her ear.

“Are you like the other three maids here? Have you slept with my little sister too?” She quickly moves away, blushing.

“No I haven’t! A-And when you say it like that it sounds very lewd!” She shouts and slaps his cheek, freezing after realizing what she had just done. Mirza puts a hand over his cheek and looks at her equally shocked.

“What the hell!? I was just joking.” He says in a low angry tone. She looks away with tears in her eyes. He continues in a cold tone.

“Just get out. I can finish this bath on my own.” Sorina sniffles and says

“I-I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry!” She sobs and sits on the edge of the tub, covering her face. Mirza looks over at her and sighs, standing up and grabbing a towel. He wraps the towel securely around his waist and grabs another one putting it on his shoulders.

“Get back in the tub. I will finish washing your hair.” He says in a gentle voice. She nods and sinks back into the tub, allowing him to finishing washing her hair.

[lux-scriptum]

@gingerly-writing this is Ur Fault for making me realize I had not given much thought to their families, other than Fax's Sorin. But also, @generoes b/c I promised you something not sad. This is close enough to fluff, right??

Fax was already up by the time Lev woke. That wasn't unusual, but Lev’s chest seized with anxiety anyway. He rolled out of bed, rooting around for a pair of pants. It was doubtful that Fax would mind, so Lev ended up stealing one of the demon’s sweatpants. Once he'd carefully pulled them on, he padded to the kitchen. Just the smell was enough to tell him Fax was only making breakfast, but it certainly helped to see the demon actually in the kitchen, shirtless and hair still rumpled from bed.

Lev wandered over, pressing his face to Fax’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around Fax’s middle. Fax stilled for him, and they stood in silence for a long moment before Lev pressed a kiss to Fax’s bare shoulder, and whispered, “Morning.”

“Good morning. Sleep okay?” Fax was moving again, scooping the last of the french toast off the griddle so he could set it on a plate and turn off the burners. Then he twisted around in Lev’s arms and kissed Lev’s nose. Only then did Lev nod, and was rewarded with a less than chaste kiss for it. “Good. I crashed pretty hard after last night, and I wouldn't have woken up for anything before morning.”

Lev flushed deep, but a smile tugged at his lips all the same. “I slept great,” He promised. After that he reached up to push Fac’s curls out of his eyes again, and kissed his nose in return.

Fax laughed softly. “I should probably trim that.” They both knew he wouldn't. Fax never did. The demon turned to grab a plate to push in Lev’s hands, and nodded in the direction of the kitchen table. “I had every intention of bringing you breakfast in bed. Since when do you get up before I get you up?”

The only reason Lev’s anxiety didn't spike again was the fact that Fax’s tone was so hopelessly affectionate as he followed Lev to the table. Even Lev couldn't imagine any judgement in those words. “I woke up and you were gone, so I came and found you.”

Fax made a soft noise, and set down his plate so he could tug Lev into a hug. “Have I told you I love you this morning?” Lev shook his head, and buried his face in Fax’s neck. Fax chuckled. “Well I do. Very much. Though maybe not enough to let breakfast get cold. Eggs were meant to be eaten warm, Lev.”

“You're the one that pulled me into a hug,” Lev shot back, voice muffled.

Fax snorted, but he did let go. Both of them pretended Lev didn't linger. Fax nudged Lev towards the table and circled back to get their drinks.

“You mentioned last night that one of your friends was having a child?” Fax asked as he settled beside Lev with his coffee in one hand, and Lev’s milk in the other. He couldn't help his curiosity; they didn't talk much about their lives in heaven and hell. It made things simpler, but Fax wanted to know. He wanted to understand.

“Yeah. Rachael. It's her second in the last hundred years, which is all but unheard of.” Lev shoveled some eggs in his mouth, and gave a happy murmur, much to Fax’s pride. Lev always loved Fax’s cooking. Fax pretended not to stare as Lev swallowed. “Conceiving is hard for angels. It's why there's so many more demons compared to us. Its why I don't have any siblings.”

“You don't?” Fax blinked. “I couldn't imagine not having any.”

“Well. My parents waited a long time to have children. And then they died, so I didn't really...” Lev shrugged. “I lived with my grandmother until I was old enough to train with whatever other fledglings there were. Raziel wasn't much company, but she took care of me after my parents were killed.”

Fax, fork halfway to his mouth, paused. “Your grandmother is Raziel?”

Lev shrugged. “Yeah.”

“As in one of the original angels created? The Keeper of Secrets?”

Lev squirmed a little. “Yeah. It's no big deal. I didn't get anything from her except the hair. Certainly not any of her personality. I always felt like I was letting her down.”

Fax stared at his angel, incredulous. He meant nothing offensive by it, but Lev couldn't be anything further from the stories they told of Raziel. Raziel was one of the angels demons knew to leave well enough alone. There was no way to ambush her, out think her, out smart her, out fight her, because the world around her told her things. Or so the stories went.

“You said you had siblings?” Lev asked, fiddling with his fork.

Fax realized he’d been staring, and dragged his attention to his own food. “I have two older sisters and a brother. I'm the youngest out of my siblings, by a good fifty years. I don't think we age as slow as you do, but still, that's about normal for us, though we can and do have age gaps the same as humans too. Depends on the demons. I have several cousins, too.” A smile crossed Fax’s face. “I was particularly close to my youngest cousin. There was only... a decade between us?”

“Was?” Lev asked. “Did he die?”

Fax blinked at that, and then gave a laugh. “No. We just don't see each other much anymore. He doesn't like being on earth and I have no intention of moving back to hell, so chances to see each other are close to none.” Fax paused, and poked at his eggs with his fork. “At least, I don't think he’s dead. Getting news from home is difficult.”

“Ah.” Lev watched Fax for a moment, and then nudged his shoulder. “Tell me more about your siblings. I like hearing about your family.”

Fax cleared his throat. “Well. My brother’s name is Lorne, and my sisters, Etta and Kit, are the oldest. Etta and Lorne take after my father like me, blonde-ish hair and grey-ish eyes. Lorne’s pretty quiet, and an ass, really. He likes pranks, but he doesn't ever know when to stop. Kit’s the only one besides me to take after our grandfather's flames.”

Lev tilted his head to the side. “Are they rare? The gift of fire? It's pretty common among angels.”

Fax lifted a hand and let a single flame flicker to life. He wove it among his fingers. “Rare enough. At least with any sort of power or control. Kit’s nowhere near my level. The only one in my family to get close was Sorin. That cousin I told you about? He was the youngest too, so we often practiced together. I thought I might as well. He deserved more attention than he got. He’s a good kid, and often got forgotten. There were a lot of us. But he really was a good kid, you know?”

“Well, I mean, I can take your word for it, since I haven't met him.”

That got a full on laugh from Fax, head tipped back hard enough he smacked it on the wall. “Fair enough, Lev. Fair enough. He was really good. I wouldn't be surprised if he hasn't surpassed me by now. It's not like I practice overmuch, and Sorin was a bit obsessive.”

“You're really fond of him, aren't you?” Lev wasn't sure if he would have been that fond of a cousin he grew up with, but then again, he didn't really like being around people much.

“He’s like a little brother to me. I wish I saw him more often. I think he’d like you,” Fax added with a grin.

“I can't imagine any demons liking me,” Lev pointed out, before taking Fax’s last bite of french toast, having already finished his own.

“I like you well enough. I thought I finally managed to convince you of that last night.”

Lev ducked his head so he could hide his face against Fax’s shoulder. “I know you love me, you ass. Demons besides you. I can't believe demons are this fond of angels. Just like I don't think you'd like most of the angels in heaven.”

“Yeah, okay. I wouldn't get on with most angels. But Sorin loves me, and by extension, that means he’d have to at least like you too. Besides. He gets how it feels to be looked over. Being the youngest, not just out of his siblings, but out of all of us, was hard on him. I really do think he’d like you. He’d see you too.”

Lev considered that. “I'll take your word on it. Maybe I’ll get the chance to meet him. There's plenty of time.”

“There is,” Fax agreed, turning a little to kiss the top of Lev’s head before grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together. “We’ve got eternity.”

[aymeric-the-blue-blog]

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge, Day 6: Identification

As brilliant red hair slowly darkened to black, Sorin stared into the mirror and silently bid the boy he was farewell.  His twin had been concerned when he’d brought her the dye and asked her to apply it, but she’d done so without question, and for that he’d been thankful.  He closed his eyes and opened them again, expecting to see a bright-eyed, handsome young man looking back- but he sees the same flat expression, the same jagged scar, and the same cold eyes as before looking back at him.  The joy had been entirely snuffed out, his appearance forever altered by a falling beam… and as for his hands…

Well.  Every time he reflexively tried to clench them or grip something, he was harshly reminded of his new disability.

He closed his eyes again and tried not to think of the scent of smoke, the sound of screams, the taste of ash.  Everything was changing now- himself, his sister, the world in general.  He had ever been one to look forward to a new day, to see what would be around the corner waiting for him- now, he doesn’t see the point.  What did it matter?  Everyone he’d wanted to see that new day with was dead, save for his twin, who seemed to feel much the same.  She’d always been quiet, though her resilience surprised him… and he was glad for it, because as soon as the hair dye washed out, he was leaving.  He was sick of the glances from other Miqo’te, sick of hearing whispers about his name and his ways, and mostly sick of being in a place where nothing he could do would ever change what had happened.

Change, he thought bitterly, what a ridiculous thought.  Undoing the past wasn’t possible, resurrecting the dead… well, even in the darkest of mourning, he knew better than to even think about it.  All he could do was drag himself forward, ruined face and hands and all, black hair and frozen eyes and a name that announced to the world at large that he’d renounced his heritage and his people.  He didn’t care.

As the hot water washed over his scalp, he let the remnants of the dye carry everything else away.  Ahyo’ra Relanah was dead, for better or for worse… and like the black dye swirling down the drain, so too did the last of his old life and the last of his hope disappear.

[kaepop-trash]

Of Snakes and Lions  Ch-1

Rated: Angst with a side of sexual tension.

Pairing: JaehyunxReaderxTaeyong

Summary: Your new term at Hogwarts starts with more drama then you intended. You didn’t expect your oldest friend to have feelings for you, but you didn’t expect to have feelings for a Gryffindor jock either.

(A/N): I have had this idea in my head for so long now, I just went ahead and did it. I’ve been having quite the month so far and writing is a good escape from that. I hope you like it ^_^

Mini Masterlist

When the last bell for the day, she was so relieved she jumped out of her table and made the Gryffindor Sicheng drop a beaker in shock. A quick apology later she was out the door and rushing to the dormitory.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” She heard a familiar voice and groaned loudly enough for him to hear.

“I’m tired, I want to sleep.” She slowed her pace but kept walking, soon enough Yuta cut her off and stood in front of her with an over dramatic pout. She rolled her eyes and stopped waiting for whatever he had to say.

“Aren’t you coming for the match?” She looked at him very confused which made him sigh, “The quidditch match? We’re playing today.”

“In all these years Yuta, have you ever seen me sit amongst pointlessly loud people, in hazardous distance of violent balls in a overly crowded area where I have no purpose?” She tapped her foot on the stone floor impatiently.

“Come on, we are seniors now, you should at least come cheer the captain on?” She rolled her eyes again, shuffling into her robes for something.

“Here,” She said handing him a sizable chocolate bar. He extended his hand but looked confused once he took the object from her hand.

“What’s this?” He looked at it with fascination.

“It’s a snickers bar, you’re being a diva. Eat that and consider it my motivation to you. Now I really want to catch a nap before dinner.” She rushed through her words hoping to make an escape.

“Wait I-” She groaned again and left a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“You better win now Nakamoto.” She shouted back as she fled quickly.

 At dinner everyone was talking about the game. She sat towards the wall and quietly ate her meat pie.

“Hey, nice outfit.” Yuta said mockingly referring to the pajamas she didn’t bother getting out of.

“Don’t sit with me Nakamoto I don’t want people crowding around here.” She said with a bored sleepy voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m sitting here.” She turned to see Taeyong slide in with a grin on his face, “Don’t you have to go celebrate or something Yuta?” Taeyong turned to him with innocent curiosity.

“I just wanted ask something Taeyong you’re getting more territorial everyday.” Yuta hit his head playfully.

“He was my friend first.” She said matter of factly.

“There’s a party celebrating the first game today, since no one knew who’d win, it’s in the hufflepuff dorm. All the seniors have to come.” He sounded excited.

“The gryffindors are coming? After losing?” She raised an eyebrows in shock.

“Grief or Joy, everybody wants some booze.” He winked.

“You know I’m sitting right here right?” Taeyong turned to him with disbelief. Yuta sat down beside him with a smirk. She sighed, now she would have to smile at too many people.

“Oh shit were you?” He deserved to punch on his arm he got.

“Calm down Mr. Prefect, It’s the start of the school year, plus no one will be outside.” When he still looked unconvinced Yuta added helpfully, “Plus now you’re incriminated too.” He grinned.

“Being aware doesn’t make you an accomplice.” She leaned forward to inform him.

“No but I left the booze in his room.” Taeyong almost fell over in horror.

 At the far end of the hall Jaehyun quietly ate his potatoes wanting to get out of the hall as soon as possible.

“It was just one match, we still have the whole term.” Sicheng put a hand on his shoulder and he only nodded.

“It was my first game as captain.” He said softly and went quiet again.

“You’re coming to the party today.” Sorin walked up behind him, scaring Sicheng into dropping his fork. Jaehyun sighed into his food.

“The rest of the team is going, I’m tired I want to sleep.” He tried his best to make his voice sound like he was in no mood to argue, and he wasn’t.

“Don’t do this to me Jae, when I agreed to host this party, I wanted you beside me. It’s just one game, show your competitors you’re above that.” Sicheng turned to her looking amused.

“Weren’t you the one who tore some poor Slytherin girl’s hair out today?” Sorin straightened up and coughed.

“She was being a bitch, the point is, what was the point of me working so hard, sneaking in supplies and bribing the portrait, if you won’t come?” She pouted for emphasis, Jaehyun turned around to her.

“I wasn’t aware that you were doing all those things for me.” He said skeptically.

“Who else will I do them for?” She looked confused and Jaehyun opened his mouth to speak.

“He’ll come, I’ll make sure of it. Now let us eat. And you go do the same, you don’t want to be drunk by 9:30 do you?” She nodded like he made a fair point and went away.

“Why did you do that?” Jaehyun said, still looking annoyed, “I wanted to clarify things.”

“I did that because I didn’t want her to pull my hair out. That slytherin girl is in the infirmary.” Jaehyun laughed when he saw how genuinely worried he looked.

 A few hours later the three Slytherin’s wove their way through the dark corridors, their shadows following them on the walls.

“Why did we agree to go with him? How did he convince us?” Taeyong whispered into her ear making her chuckle.

“I think I told you to come just to keep me safe from his drunk ideas.” She whispered back and laughed

“Why are you both such wet blankets?” Yuta whined as they walked up the stairs.

“Why do you want us to come with you to this party so bad? You have other friends.” She reasoned. Yuta stopped and turned around with a defeated sigh.

“Because, you guys are my first friends okay? Before I joined the quidditch team and became a heartthrob,” She rolled her eyes at his modesty. “You guys are my buds.” He put on his best sincere face.

“I don’t buy it.” She responded.

“No me neither.” Taeyong nodded in agreement.

“Fine maybe I just want to get you drunk and fool around with you.” She uncrossed her arms in shock, regaining her composure and grabbing his ear lobe, twisting it harshly.

Yuta writhed in pain and begged her to let go, all the while laughing at his own terrible attempt to pull a joke.

“You better be joking Nakamoto.” Only Yuta noticed how red Taeyong’s face was.

“Don’t worry, I can protect myself from our favourite weasel.” She said and twisted his ear harder for emphasis.

 Upon entering the hufflepuff common room Yuta walked over to a corner and the two of them followed not knowing any better.

“It was a great game today Jung, you made it worth winning.” Yuta smiled at Jaehyun genuinely and he smirked back and lifted his glass, tilting it.

“Jae!” A shrill voice interrupted a conversation between the two captains, Sicheng dropped his glass on the counter when he jumped.

“You do that a lot.” She said turning to Sicheng, who gave her a sheepish grin. She smirked and turned away to catch Jaehyun watching her with an intense gaze, but he didn’t seem to turn away upon being ‘caught’. Without reason a chill ran down her spine as she held his gaze.

“Jaehyun, come on I want you to meet some of my juniors.” Sorin walked up looking excited, her cheeks flushed.

“I’m talking to Yuta can’t you see?” He said a little harshly. Sorin turned to Yuta who waved at her with a mocking smile. She forced back a smile and prepared to say something else.

“Have you met Taeyong? He’s a prefect. Taeyong you should meet the girl who org-” Yuta began.

“I’ll see you later Jae.” Sorin said after she raised her hand she caught someone’s eye across the room and asked them to wait.

“I’m going to go say hi to a few sixth years. Will you be okay?” Taeyong looked at her with concern and she smiled and nodded.

“You owe me one for that Jung.” Yuta hit his back playfully, Jaehyun only laughed.

“Mind telling me where the booze is?” She asked Sicheng, with whom she was having a conversation with till now.

“I’ll take you, he’s drinking some muggle drink with bubbles.” Jaehyun said getting up.

“There’s cola here?” Her eyes lit up and Sicheng laughed, nodding.

“Come on. I need a drink.” Jaehyun said and she nodded.

“Amen.” Her response made Jaehyun grin, amused.

“What would you like to drink?” Jaehyun asked once they reached an old table in the corner converted into a bar. She raised her brow at the familiar Ravenclaw mixing drinks.

“Surprise me.” She turned to him and answered.

 “Doyoung what book did you learn making this from?” She said, still wincing from the drink he provided. Both the boys laughed loudly.

“Well you asked for a surprise.” He grinned.

“Surprise me again then.” He laughed but provided.

 “Have you seen Sicheng?” Jaehyun asked after a few drinks, blinking rapidly and looking out into the crowd. She looked around herself, vision a little distorted. After a while she giggled loudly, earning Jaehyun’s attention.

“No, but I see Sorin. I think she’s looking for you.” She pointed, about to raise her hand to call her over.

“Oh no.” He said very comically making her laugh again, “Let’s hide.” He whispered, putting a finger on his lips for emphasis.

“Why?” She asked looking confused.

“Because,” He thought about it for a second. “She’s a little violent, what if she pulls out your hair?” He said very seriously, “You have nice hair.” She pondered over what he said.

“I didn’t understand anything you just said but I like my hair too,” She flapped her arm clumsily. “Let’s go!” She said urgently.

 After a lot of dodging and trying to find a place, they ended up in a small corridor upstairs connecting two wings of the dormitory. Both of them giggled, very proud to have pulled off such a complicated escape. Both of them rested their backs on opposite walls, trying to breathe.

“How drunk are you?” Jaehyun was suddenly very serious.

“Enough. Why?” She said, looking at him perplexed at the sudden change in his demeanor.

“Because I’m about to do something very stupid and I need to have a good excuse.”

Before she could ask him what he meant, he was closing the distance between them with rushed steps. His warm hand rested on her cheek and soon enough his lips were on hers.

She was trying to make sense of the situation, but her mind was running wild so she decided to focus on how soft his lips were and how amazing it felt.

The kiss was delicate, he was slowly searching for something she didn’t know about. His tongue was inquisitive and alluring. His other arm slid down her side and rested on her hip. She didn’t think a drunk mistake could feel this good.

Soon enough though she regained control over her senses and her hands immediately went to his hair to pull him closer. He groaned at the harsh pull and suddenly the slow gentle kiss was heated and passionate.

The difference in height was maddening, she was pulling him down and he was trying to push her up against the wall. Soon enough instinct took over cause and her legs were wrapped around his waist as he held her up, still fervently engrossed in kissing each other. So engrossed that they didn’t hear the approaching footsteps.

“Oh sorry, I was just going to get some water.” A flustered voice said. Jaehyun let her down quickly and stepped back.

“Mark hi.” She said more cheerfully than required, he waved awkwardly.

“I’m going to go.” He said after an awkwardly long moment of silence between the three of them. After he walked by them, she was the first to speak.

“I should go. My friends might be looking for me.” She said awkwardly and made a run for it.

Jaehyun rested his head back on the wall and breathed deeply for a few minutes to calm himself.

A drunk mistake really shouldn’t feel this good.

[tarkirrpg-blog]

Designing the Antagonist

“A protagonist and his (or her) story can only be as intellectually fascinating and emotionally compelling as the forces of antagonism makes them” --Robert McKee

The antagonist, commonly referred to as the BBEG, or Big Bad Evil Guy in RPGs, sets the tone of the adventure. They may operate as a constant foil to the players, or merely wait at the climax as a final challenge to overcome. When done right, they ARE the game, moreso than the setting or any other NPC.So for that reason its important to craft a strong antagonist for the players to butt heads with. What’s more is that the antagonist must embody the themes or ideas of the campaign, or at the very least their antithesis. So when we create an antagonist, we’re also developing the central themes.

Now in Magic: The Gathering, in every set of cards there are a number of important NPCs that serve important roles in the narrative. These NPCs (though actually playable in the card game) take the form of “Legendary Creatures” or “Planeswalker” cards. These grandiose titles hint at their relevance, and quite often these cards are stronger than the average power level for similarly-costed cards.Its at this point I have to address the elephant in the room.

Planeswalkers have the innate ability to travel (or walk) between planes. They are rare beings of powerful magical aptitude, usually specializing in a particular form of magic (e.g. necromancy, pyromancy, enchantments, etc). Narratively they cause some difficulties, after all what stakes are their for these beings if they can jump ship to an adjacent plane at a whim? They serve a purpose from a meta-narrative point of view in that they offer some amount of consistency between sets of cards (and planes/settings). And if you were to stretch your campaign across multiple settings or planes, they’d be a great narrative device for shifting between planes. The thing is, I’m developing this setting for Pathfinder, and in Pathfinder, the magic to travel between planes is a very high-level ability. For Sorcerers and Wizards its a 7th-level spell, meaning a character wouldn’t be able to cast it before 13 or 14th level. For this reason I’ll be choosing to ignore the idea of planeswalking for this campaign setting.

Above I’ve included the image of one such planeswalker that appeared on Tarkir, a powerful vampire mage named Sorin.Though a potentially powerful nemesis for our players, Sorin is only tangentially related to the events on Tarkir, and is unlikely to add much to the narrative, and may even cause confusion among the players. After all, Sorin’s motives for visiting Tarkir fit into a meta-narrative in the MtG lore, that involves a separate plane. In fact his time on Tarkir is relatively brief. His motivations involve protecting his home-plane and defeating a cosmic threat beyond the scope of this campaign. So though he may feature as an encounter or sidequest for higher-level adventures, he is unsuitable as our main antagonist.

When I first started conceptualizing Tarkir as a campaign setting I became somewhat obsessed with another planeswalker, named Sarkhan Vol. Sarkhan, meaning “Great-Khan”, is a man possessing the ability to transform into a dragon, originally hailing from Tarkir, and in fact reaching a position of power among the Mardu, though never actually reaching the position of Khan. He is a man that his been tormented by dragon-kind. From an early age he has yearned to see dragons soar through the sky, and take their place as alpha-predators, instead of having their bones re-purposed by Tarkir’s inhabitants. His abilities to shapeshift into dragons,and to travel between planes emerged simultaneously, shunting him to a plane where dragons ruled without question. This filled him with great joy, but he soon found a new purpose in seeking a great dragon to serve. This search eventually led him to Nicol Bolas, a dragon of un-paralelled power and evil, who took his new willing pawn under his wing.

Eventually Bolas’ schemes brought Vol in contact with the artifact of another great dragon. No sooner than Vol touched this artifact did he begin to hear the voice of this new great dragon. This voice also began to free Vol of the mental shackles that Bolas had subtly placed on him.Confused and haunted by these voices, Vol returns to his home plane, where the voices guide him towards the remains of the dragon to which the voice belongs. His arrival on Tarkir, in his dragon form no less, causes great uproar among the clans. The return of dragons could be catastrophic if the history lessons are to be believed. And that is approximately where our story begins.

In fairness to Sarkhan Vol, he is a simple man, he wishes to see the restoration of dragons, he admires them above all other life forms, and is happy to devote his life to the preservation of their species. Originally it felt it would be obvious that he would serve the role of the primary antagonist, but he’s not really suitable. In the third Act, he has already achieved his goals, he has no reason to fight the party, he’s already “won”, he could die in peace. So I eventually realized that it was in fact the second dragon that whispered to Vol that was the REAL antagonist.

Quick sidenote: at the time of writing this Paizo has announced the Ultimate Wilderness rulebook for Pathinder, which will include the new class called the Shifter, a class that can change shape more adeptly than druids, which I believe will be the ideal fit for Vol’s statblock, if I stat Vol before that, it will likely be as the Draconic Druid archetype.

Eventually I realized that the great spirit-dragon Ugin would be our primary antagonist. Though Nicol Bolas is a recurring villain in MtG lore, he makes only a brief cameo in Tarkir’s past to defeat Ugin, thus ending the dragon storm, the source of all dragons, and allowing the clans to eventually hunt dragonkind to extinction. Vol’s appearance with the magic artifact wraps Ugin in a cocoon that gives the spirit dragon time to recover, and the dragon storm continues to birth new dragons, until eventually the clans swear fealty to the dragon lords.This is just some speculation on my part, but after seeing Bolas’ antics on Amonkhet (the latest set of cards), I believe that he may have planned for Ugin’s revival and the restoration of dragonkind on Tarkir. It seems like too much of an oversight to allow his ancient rival o be revived.

Ugin needs a little adapting. Frequently seen as the “good’ counterpart to Bolas, his reaction to the destruction of the Eldrazi on Zendikar (apologies, I’m going deep into Tarkir-unrelated lore), hints that he is not a being above his own scheming. Though he seems to be on the side of “life”, that could just be a coincidental alignment of interests. As I’ve said previously Act three needs some working, and in fact the lack of conflict, and the anti-climactic resolution of dragonlords ruling the humanoids, tells me that Tarkir may be a part of one of these great draons masterplans in future MtG sets.

But getting back to Antagonist talk. Vol, is going to incite the events of our campaign, he may even serve as an interesting lieutenant to our BBEG, but he is definitely no mastermind. That said, he reflects themes of draconic supremacy. Ugin also reflects this theme, being the literal source of all dragons. Being a spirit dragon, and communicating via telepathy from beyond the grave, he feeds into an occult theme that I’d like to get back to in a later post. The last major theme I’d like to represent is war. in Khan-Tarkir all the clans will be at war. War will also be present in past-Tarkir, but in dragon-Tarkir, war will be less visible, if present at all. It would seem that most of the dragonlords, are uninterested in expanding territories, concerning themselves with other pursuits. Ugin doesn’t really represent this theme unfortunately. But then his place in Dragon-Tarkir is also unclear, and that will require some brainstorming. That said, I’m excited to borrow from the astral dragon statblocks when I do stat this BB(maybe not so-)EG

[squarebracket-trickster]

Romantic Snippets Tag

@lyra-brie (her post) I put off this tag for so long because I wanted to get to the "there was only bed scene" but I love this so much! Thank you.

I'm gonna tag @macabremoons because you are going to love this<3 I think it is my favourite moment in the whole novel. These two are such dumbasses.

and I am going to leave an **Open Tag** for anyone else who would like to because I do not know who on my tag list is writing a thing with romance in it.

without further ado...

“As you wish, my lady Adris,” Sorin replies smoothly. He lets his head fall back to expose his throat as though giving me the opportunity to slice it if I wished. “But before you do, I think now would be an adequate time to collect my winnings from our last bet.” “Oh?” I frown wondering what the jerk has up his sleeve this time. Why is he always one step ahead of me? “Yes, darling,” Sorin drawls, "Think of it this way"—a feather from the pillow I hit him with clings to his lip—“The terms of the bargain were: the loser must address the winner as ‘your highness’ for a whole day. Which means…” he pauses to grin at me again. “Do what ever pleases you—except kiss me"—he smirks, knowing full well that I would, if only to get even—“Do what ever pleases you, but not matter what happens I am going live through the whole day.” He has sorely underestimated me if he thinks being alive for an entire day is worth it. My lips graze his ear. Sorin’s breath hitches. “You will be eating those words,” I smirk, “your highness.” I can’t kiss him, but a girl has other weapons.

and a little later in the scene...

“I would be happy to share a bed with you, your highness,” I reply just to watch him squirm again. “But I will warn you that I do not plan to sleep in my overdress.” Sorin’s face flushes. “Fine,” he recovers a second too late. “But I am not sleeping in my overshirt either.” It’s my turn to briefly falter, but I recover faster than he did. “Fine." "Fine." How far can I take this? “If you are going to sleep with me, would you at least be a gentleman and help me out of this dress?” Sorin drags his finger lightly over the back of my dress collar. His touch is just faint enough that we can both agree later that it never happened but I feel it as though I am within a blazing fire that has engulfed every part of me from my feet to my hair. I have forgotten how to breathe. “Ask me properly,” he whispers into my ear, his finger still sliding along its path. I comb out my braids and toss my long hair behind me, brushing it over Sorin’s face before dragging it over my left shoulder. I glance over my right shoulder and part my lips with a gentle, drawn out breath. I feel like a strange fae creature come to seduce a powerful man and steal his soul. “Undress me, your highness,” I somehow say with a straight face. The skin of the nape of my neck shivers as Sorin breathes, “fuck.”

[runawaykitsune]

Bloody Romance

Based off of an rp with some friends of mine. 

These characters are OC’s and I wanted to write the beginning of their romance... or something. 

Narcisa walked down the hallways of Adsero, the file in her hands as she followed the familiar path to her partner’s room. It was rather early when Sorin had come to her room and quickly briefed her on a small raid that would just be her and her newfound partner, Ryan Blake. She knew nothing about him other than he was a hunter who changed society's frequently due to being a wanderer. He seemed to want it to keep that way and when they first got partnered he made sure that she knew he wasn’t going to be around long, arrogant kid if anyone asked her.

She was still dressed in the baggy night shirt and the pair of pajama pants, but she didn’t care. The half-demon banged on his door, waiting impatiently for him to answer. When he didn’t, she hit it again and made sure it was louder this time. A few moments passed and she heard grumbling behind the door then something hit the ground. Seconds later the door was open and Ryan stood in front of her, in nothing but a pair of boxers and his shaggy black hair in a mess.

“What the hell. It is nine in the morning.”

Narcisa rolled her eyes and held out the file to him, “Sorin has a job for us. We’re leaving in three hours. They found where Vasile and his friends are hiding and we’re taking them down tonight before they get a chance to strike again.”

Ryan chuckled softly and opened up the file and looked it over, “Alright, whatever you say fangface.”

She growled loudly and her rose colored eyes seem to pierce through him, “You’re going to respect me or I’m going to beat your ass.”

“Listen here. Just because you’re two years older does not mean shit.”

“It does when I’m put in charge and you aren’t even on your second decade.”

Ryan only smirked to her, which fueled the irritation more. Instead of playing into his game though, she turned on her heel and walked away, “Be ready in three hours or I’m leaving without you.”

~~~~

Those three hours passed and it only took another hour to get to Busteni, Narcisa’s hometown oddly enough. It was weird for her because people recognized her, all of them knew she was a hunter now and they knew why she was there for the most part. This area had been plagued by the attacks of this vampire and Narcisa refused to let it continue. Thankfully, her father moved away but her childhood home was still around and they still owned it, giving them a place to stay for the time being.

Ryan followed Narcisa wearing black jeans with a dark grey top with long sleeves, hiding his weapon within the sleeves. His usual get up. Narcisa wore a black shirt that seemed form fitting but still breathable and a pair of regular jeans. She wore boots with it and a black leather jacket. She also had a bandana on over her mouth to cover her fangs, something she had recently started up. Her dark brown hair that she usually let hang loosely was tied up into a messy bun. They were currently taking the uphill trek to her childhood home.

“You seem so familiar with this area.”

“That is what happens when you grow up somewhere.”

“You grew up here?”

Narcisa shrugged, “More or less. I was born here and raised here for a few years.”

They went back to their silence and eventually got to a small house somewhat away from the town. Narcisa pulled a set of keys from her bag and opened the door and let the door swing open and headed inside, the place still had furniture and everything, her dad really knew how to spoil her.

“Well isn’t this cute.”

“Follow me. I’ll show you to the room you’ll be staying in.”

“Am I going to get to see your cutely decorated bedroom too?”

“I could easily let you sleep outside. It gets very cold here as you could tell from our little walk, but I couldn’t care less if you froze.”

“No need to be so harsh, demoness.”

He chuckled softly and she rolled her eyes but opened the door to what appeared to be a guest room, Ryan walked in after her and set his stuff down, “Very homey.”

The room was pretty much plain aside from a handmade quilt on the bed along with a few knick knacks on the dresser.

“My grandmother was the only guest to stay in this room so it’s personalized for her. But that was when I was really young.”

“Oh boy. Get to sleep where your grandma did.”

Narcisa ignored his words and instead turned away and down the hall. Ryan poked his head out the door, “Not going to tell me where the bathroom is or anything?”

“Door to your left. You’ll find the kitchen on your own. Where I’ll be staying is on the other side of the house. Get settled, we’ll be leaving around four-thirty, sunset’s at five-thirty give or take.”

“So you’re telling me we have about three hours until we have to do anything?”

“Pretty much yeah.” Without saying anything else Narcisa disappeared behind a door and left Ryan to himself.

~~~~

Those three hours flew by and soon they were in a rental car and heading further into the mountains. Ryan looked out the window as the landscape went by and Narcisa kept her eyes focused on the road, taking the turns wildly, but with ease.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, we just have a job to do.” She smiled, her bandana was long left behind at the house.

Ryan raised an eyebrow at her smile, normally on their tasks she was quiet and didn’t seem to care too much, but for this one.. Narcisa almost seemed excited, like a child about to go to an amusement park.

“You alright, Narcisa?”

“Mhm~” She had a lilt to her tone, “Vasile has escaped me once before. That won’t be the situation tonight, I made sure of it.”

“Oh and how so?”

“Don’t worry about it” She quickly turned a corner and slammed on the brakes, causing Ryan to jolt forward.

Ryan quickly put his hand to the dashboard to avoid being flung too far forward, “A warning would have been fucking nice.”

“Get over it.” She got out of the car and stretched, she tossed the keys beneath the seat and looked to Ryan, “Come on. The rest is walking. Also, be ready for anything. Zavier has foresight and so I’m sure they know we’re coming.”

“Then why ditch the car?”

“Because, it’s a better choice and where they’re hiding out at isn’t too far from here.”

Ryan rolled his eyes but they continued on anyways in silence. Narcisa leading the way confidently.

After almost 30 minutes a building could be seen in the distance and Narcisa stopped and looked to her partner.

“Mind doing me a favor?”

“What the hell do you want? We are in the middle of fucking nowhere and it’s fucking freezing.”

She smiled and turned so her back was to him, “Mind taking my necklace off?”

“Why would I do that?”

“I forgot to take it off before we left the house. It’ll get in the way.”

Ryan made a noise of annoyance but unclasped the necklace, he felt a pressure when he did so though, as if he wasn’t supposed to. Without much thought though, Narcisa took the necklace from him and slipped it into her pocket.

“Thanks, I’d hate to have it ripped off.”

She smiled sweetly and as she went to take another step a loud growl was heard. The two went to look to each other but a giant wolf lunged from the trees and tackled down Ryan. Narcisa didn’t bother reacting though as Ryan released his claws and drove them straight through the wolf. He shoved the animal off of him and retracted the claws only to watch as it turned to one of the vampires.

They arrived to the building and it was silent and dark. The two looked between each other then split off into separate directions. They both managed to circle the entire building and there was no signs of anything around. Ryan got closer and whispered to Narcisa.

“Are you sure this is where we need to be?”

Her rose colored eyes now seemed to have a purple tint to them and they almost seemed to glow.

“I can promise you we need to be here.”

Narcisa smiled and formed a fireball in her hand then looked to the building, more specifically a door nearby. She walked over to the door and pressed the fireball to it, smirking as it caught flame and allowed for her to kick the door in.

As the door was thrown open someone tackled Narcisa back onto the ground and she laughed as they did so. Ryan watched with wide eyes as a purple-ish smoke seemed to envelope them and in Narcisa’s place appeared to be someone else. Her dark brown hair was now down and white, her eyes were now a bright glowing purple. Her nails were longer and her entire demeanor was different. As she flipped them so the vampire was beneath her she yelled to Ryan.

“Get your ass in there and deal with the rest of them.”

Ryan nodded and headed inside but stole one last glance back just in time to see Narcisa bring her hand back and shove a clawed hand through the other vampire she pulled her hand away and stood, leaving the male on the ground to convulse in pain.

Narcisa watched him for a moment, something inside of her reveled in the pained expression and the weak sounds of agony. She didn’t know how long she was there but when she turned to go into the building there were several vampires already taken down and she laughed and continued on her way. At some point though she did see Ryan and spoke passively, but loud enough for him to hear, “I’m sure you’ve got this. I’m going to find  Vasile.”

She went further into the building, setting fire to doorways she came across, almost as if she was turning the building into her own inferno. She died down all the fire behind her as she flung open a large set of double doors and sitting at a desk with his feet up, watching footage of the carnage in amusement was a vampire with long silver hair. He smirked as he saw the demoness in the doorway.

“Miss Antonescu. Nice to see you’ve got an appearance change, the brown hair made you look so young and it made me feel a little guilty for our last altercation.”

Narcisa growled loudly as she stared down the vampire. “I can promise you, this is going to end very differently than before.”

She could feel her anger boiling up as she remembered the last time, the control, the bite and losing her free will to this damn vermin. She refused to play into his stupid mind games this time. Just the thought of the incident brought a taste similar to venom to her mouth.

As the vampire brought his feet from the desk and stood, the demoness created a fireball in her hand and launched it at him, he barely moved in time and ended up on the other side of the room, a cocky smirk on his face . A snarl left Narcisa’s lips as she threw another, this time the vampire appeared right behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and brought his hand to her throat. A low voice spoke into her ear.

“Now now, Narcisa. Can’t let me get the upperhand.”

Narcisa felt the tug at her subconscious, but she knew he couldn’t get control of her. Instead, she took the chance to play into it for now. She let her grip against his arm drop and he hummed some.

“Good girl.” He released her and stepped back to which Narcisa turned to look at him, her eyes seeming glazed over as she stepped towards him.

“I really shouldn’t indulge in you right now, but it’s been so long since I’ve had a taste of a hunter.”

Narcisa giggled softly and pushed closer to him, causing him to back to the wall.

“That’s the thing about us hunters, Vasile. Especially those of us that are demons. We have a very special taste~” She put her lips against his jawline then his throat and as she felt him relax she had her fangs buried into his neck.

Vasile growled loudly and Narcisa wasted no time to slip a knife from a hidden sheath in her jacket, she dug the blade into his chest and tore from him, his blood on her mouth and even trailing down the front of her now. She watched as the vampire died and then pulled her knife from his body. She looked over the blade for a moment before something took over her and caused her to trail her tongue across the crimson blood, little did she know she had an audience.

Ryan stood in the doorway as he had done since hearing the door being thrown open from down the hall. He watched the entire exchange without much thought and almost interfered at one point, but now as he saw Narcisa’s animalistic side, grinning wildly about what she had just done, something seemed so different about her now. Even as she removed the necklace from the pocket of her jacket and put it on, returning to her “normal self”. The image that was put into his mind remained. She didn’t bother taking anything to clean her blade and instead wiped it against her pant-leg and returned it to the sheath, she then turned and jumped as she saw Ryan standing in the doorway, and astonished look on his face.

“What the hell are you looking at?” Her tone had a bit of a growl.

Ryan smirked at the demoness as he let his claws go back to their own sheath, “Probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever fucking seen is what.”

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What am I missing...?

What am I missing...?

Scaramouche x GN! reader

Contents : 3.3 Archon quest spoilers, Slight angst to fluff?

Summary : You feel as if you're missing something but can't figure out what.

Requested? No.

Ao3

Wc : 1.4k

What did you guys name him? I named him Kuniraiko <33

“This view! It's so gorgeous!” You stated, eyes fixed on the setting sun. You tucked some hair behind your ear, smiling widely as you and your lover watched the sunset together.

But he wasn’t watching the sunset. No, he was watching you. He had this lonesome look in his eyes. Like, he was off in his own world, thinking about something he may regret. 

The walk back was nice. Peaceful even. You had this foreboding feeling in your guts, but you didn’t know why. You pushed those thoughts away and enjoyed the walk with Scaramouche, this would be the last one for a long time.

Though, you did not question it. You were here to enjoy this time with him before he had to leave for Snezhnaya. And so, you turned to look at him. “Thank you, for bringing me here before you leave.” You smiled and took ahold of his hand. “Let’s head back to the city.”

He said nothing, but nodded and let you lead the way back to Sumeru City.

“Thank you again, my Love. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turned to him before you entered your home, and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. 

“Hm, yeah. Goodnight, sleep well.” He replied, having been the first words he had said practically the entire night.

You walked inside afterward, soon going to bed.

The next day, you had woken up rather late. It was nearly noon! You started to freak out as you rushed to get ready. You had to meet up with-

Wait…Who did you have plans with again?

You sighed, and sat on your bed, rubbing your head as you thought over it. Why was there a desolate feeling in your chest? Your eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t piece it together.

You shook your head and stood up, and decided to just get ready for the day regardless of your forgotten plans.

You walked out the door and started to make your way to Katheryne. Maybe you had plans to take on a few commissions? That could be a possibility. 

“Hey, Katheryne! Got any commissions?” You greeted her, the near robot-like lady had turned to you, and with a smile, she nodded.

“Yes, I do in fact. They’re all outside of the city. Is that an issue?” She asked, grabbing a few pieces of paper from under her desk.

“No! It’ll be nice to get out of the city.” You beamed, wondering why it had felt so long since you’d been out. 

You were just outside the city watching the sunset last night, right? Though, that memory already seemed to be getting fuzzy.

She handed you the papers and waved you off. Now, time to find out where these commissions were. You gave the papers a quick read-over and headed off, these didn’t seem too hard. It was just fighting some Eremites and some Fungi. 

And so you made your way out of the city. 

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Though, it felt off. Like you were missing something. 

The day had seemed like it passed by in minutes, and those commissions were a lot harder than you had expected.

By now you had reported back to Katheryne and were now going back to the hill you had sat on a multitude of times before to watch the sunset.

You sat on the ground, facing the sunset with your knees pulled up to your chest. You rested your head on your knees and gave it some thought once more.

“You mind if I sit with you?” Someone asked, it was a male. 

“What am I missing?” You questioned and allowed the small number of tears to flow. You didn’t feel like this the day before, so what changed?

You couldn’t put your finger on it.

You quickly wiped your tears away and nodded, not facing him. “Yeah, spots always open.” You replied.

He sat down next to you, watching with you.

This oddly felt right. To watch with someone. But it was still off. 

The two of you sat with each other in silence until the sun was gone. You stood up and looked down at him. He felt, familiar.

“Do, we know each other?” You asked, looking at him confused.

He froze up and didn’t reply. He didn’t know how to.

How was Scaramouche going to tell you he had erased himself from existence? 

Even though the Wanderer part of him had lived a completely different life, the Balladeer part still loved you.

He stood up and smiled at you. He shook his head. “I wander all over Teyvat, so there is a possibility we have met before.” He took a deep breath before speaking once more. “Do you have a spare bed? I need a place to sleep tonight.” He lied. He just wanted to be with you once more.

Once he had gotten his memories back, he asked around all over the city to find you. That’s when he remembered this spot. You two frequently came here to watch the sunsets, and the previous night was supposed to be the last for a long while, supposedly.

You hesitantly nodded. If this guy wanted to kill you, he could have already. Besides, your walls are thin, your neighbors would hear anything that would happen. “I do, I don’t mind lending it to you for the night.”

“Great, let us go then.” He walked off, leading the way back to the city like this was a routine. 

Scaramouche felt so stupid. Why would he throw his life with you away, just with the hopes of not existing? He felt like he should have not asked for his memories back. This type of pain could not be rivaled at all. 

To know and love someone with your entirety, but for them to not even remember you? He felt silent tears roll down his face as he walked ahead of you. He did not want you to see him like this.

As you two walked, you felt the urge to walk closer to him. Have your shoulders touching, to be close, to grab his hand. It was unexplainable. You had no idea why. Though, just walking with this strange man felt right.

“Hm, not even a nickname?” You asked, confused. How could one not have a name? Especially at his age.

And you quite liked the idea of sharing a roof with him. Even if it was just temporary. “I never got your name.”

“...I do not have a name.” He whispered, voice shaky. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

He shook his head. “No. If you do need something call me by…” He paused and took in another breath. “Call me Wanderer. Or any nickname that comes to mind.”

“Follow my lead then.” You laughed, walking past him and grabbing his hand, you smiled. Yeah, this definitely felt right.

You nodded, giving it some thought. Though, nothing but pet names come to mind. And you could not go call him names reserved for couples. You just met the guy! “Maybe another day. When I get to know you more! That is, if you would like to.”

He hummed in response, stopping at the entrance. “Lead the way to your home.” He kept his eyes down, face covered by his very large hat. 

You weaved through the crowds, making your way back to your home.

He smiled fondly at you. Maybe he should just act like someone who doesn’t know you. And fall in love with you all over again.

Scaramouche wondered, should he tell you? Should he stick around you?

What should he do? He did love you after all. But you had no idea who he was. 

“And, we are here! It’s not much but it is home to me.” You let go of his hand and fumbled to unlock your door. You stepped inside once the door was open, and held it there for him.

“Are you hungry? I can make dinner.” You kicked off your shoes and made your way to the kitchen. You felt the need to make Shimi Chazuke. You don’t know why but you did. “I’ll make Shimi Chazuke!” You laughed softly as you started to prepare for dinner.

“That would be nice. Thank you.” He slipped off his shoes and followed you, wanting to help. He did love cooking with you. “Mind if I help?” He asked, standing next to the counter almost shyly.

“Hmm, if you want! Here, you can mix the ingredients while I prep everything else!” You set a few more items on the counter and smiled at him.

“Thank you.” He hummed, picking up the items and starting to put all the needed items into the bowl before mixing them. 

You could get used to this. Though, how long will it really last?