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lymtw · 3 months ago

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Birthday Shenanigans

What business do you have outside of bed—outside of Toji's arms—so early in the morning, on your day off? It never feels right to wake up without you by his side, but today, it feels worse to wake up alone. He's been sleeping on his side of the bed for hours, staying warm, yet, at the discovery of you missing beside him, he almost gets whiplash with how quickly it feels like he's been tossed onto a bed made of snow. He's freezing, and you're to blame. There's a heaviness in his chest that only worsens as he drags his hand back and forth over your side of the bed. None of your warmth remains, meaning you've been gone for a bit. You couldn't have woken him up? Today is supposed to be about him, yet, all he wants to do is spend the whole day with you.

Once Toji fully wakes up, he sits up and prepares to go to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast. A sticky note that is stuck to your pillow grabs his attention. He peels it off your pillow and takes in the simplistic drawing consisting of two stick figures resembling you and Toji, lying in bed, kissing. This already brings a little smile to his face, but when he reads the caption written in your handwriting-- (Since we didn't get to share our morning kiss, please enjoy this renaissance painting I made of what I think that would've looked like <3) --he lets out a small chuckle and folds the sticky note, before putting it away in the first drawer of his nightstand. He puts on a shirt and some sweatpants and leaves the room, not even bothering to make the bed.

As he's walking past the front door, it aggressively swings open and scares the hell out of him. You're there with your hands and arms riddled with bags. Grocery bags filled to the brim, a few bags from some clothing stores, and one smaller bag from a fragrance store. You have a small box in your hands with the logo of the bakery that is a few streets away from the house.

"Oh, hi, baby! Happy birthday," you say, standing on your tippy toes, which Toji understands as the signal for him to lean down a little. You place a quick peck on Toji's scar, and before he can get a word in, you run off to the kitchen, not even closing the door behind you. Toji shakes his head with a grin and shuts the door, before going after you. He silently watches you scramble to put the bags down in an organized manner. You set the small box from the bakery and the groceries down on the kitchen counter, while the other bags are temporarily set down on the ground.

"Hmm... Oh!" You grab the small box and the pack of small striped candles and take it with you to the counter by the sink. You carelessly rip open the pack of candles and open the box, smiling when you see the single, chocolate flavored cupcake, decorated with a blue flower made of frosting. All is going well, until you can't find the lighter that is usually in the drawer you store the dishrags in. You lift all of the small stacks of towels and can't find it anywhere.

"Where could it be?" You mumble to yourself.

"What's up, ma?" Toji asks, curiosity getting the better of him when he sees you continue to rifle around the drawer, clearly in search of something.

You sigh, defeatedly, and shut the drawer. "Turn around, please."

Toji does as you say and turns around, not wanting to stress you out. He has a feeling this is something for him, too, so he wouldn't want to ruin whatever it is you have planned.

You put the cupcake on a plate and grab one of the blue and white striped candles, taking it with you to the counter by the stove. You turn on the stove and put the candle wick to the flame, watching it quickly light up, before turning the stove off, again. You put the candle on the cupcake and slowly make your way over to Toji, who is leaning on the opposite side of the counter, facing away from you like you asked him to.

"Baby," you call, smiling when his attention goes to you before it goes to the flame you are indirectly holding. He smiles softly at the small pastry you present to him. "The lady at the bakery tried to sell me a cupcake with a red rose and I told her, 'no, he likes blue'. Then she still tried to sell me one with a sunflower on it and I said, 'no, it has to be blue'. So, look, I got you a cupcake with a blue flower, baby. Their specialty is definitely flowers, because I promise you, that green cupcake did not look like a Stegosaurus." Toji chuckles at the rambled, silly recap of your experience at the bakery. "Now, make a wish, before the wax melts and gets all over it," you say, holding up the plate for him.

Toji's gaze remains set on you as he mentally makes his wish. He looks at you for a long time, long enough for the blue and white wax to start dripping down onto the cupcake. A few of those seconds were spent just thinking, because what is there to wish for when he has everything he needs? A home, a job that pays the bills and puts food on the table, something to get around in, and best of all, an unlimited source of love and support.

Then, he knows it.

He considers who you are to him. You lit up his life, again, and he can't wait to spend all the years to come, with you. Because of his big, beefy, tough guy appearance, he knows it would give you a good laugh if he ever told you that being around you makes fluttering little butterflies flood his stomach. He'll say it out loud to you someday, just to hear you laugh. Frankly, you deserve it, because before you, he could count on his hands the amount of times he had laughed so hard and for so long that his stomach felt sore. Being around you has turned it into almost a daily occurrence, and all he can wish for is years, decades, and the appearance of grey hairs and wrinkles with you.

You laugh. You laugh at how he ignored your warning about the candle wax, you laugh at the utterly soft look on his face. You feel giddy as you watch those green eyes of his, tracing your face and taking in every feature on it. Like anybody who can't read minds, you wonder what he wished for, even when you know it's something that is never meant to be said out loud.

Before you can even process it, the candle is blown out and the plate is being taken out of your hands and placed on the counter. Toji wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close enough to rest his forehead against yours. He knocks his nose against yours a couple times, a gesture that lures an unfaltering grin onto his face at the sound of your giggles.

"You're the best, doll. You didn't have to--"

You shut him up, instantly, with a kiss. It's soft and warm and delicate. It's everything that he loves about you, wrapped up in the sweetest touch.

"Yes, I did. Don't even, my love," you assure, smiling as you rub his chest. "I'm so lucky to get to celebrate you, baby. I love you, and i'm happy you're here. Those two reasons are enough on their own for me to willingly wake up at five in the morning and run around store to store like a headless chicken, so I could get home before you woke up. Clearly, you had different plans," you say, reciprocating his smile. Your hand raises to cup his cheek and your thumb strokes his soft skin, tenderly. "All of this is from me to you. Please, let me show you how much you mean to me."

It didn't take much convincing. Toji was on board the moment you killed his denial of these extra things being necessary to celebrate another day of living, another year of getting older. Your trying little kisses don't hurt, though. If this is your way of begging to show him extra love—by showing him extra love—then who is he to reject your affection?

"Please, pretty please, please, pleaseeeee, please-"

"Shh, baby." His index finger goes over your lips. He smiles at how obedient you are—birthday treatment. Normally, whenever he does that, you try to bite his finger in a playful manner. "I woke up alone in bed this morning. That kinda sucked."

"I'm sorry," you say, against his finger.

"I liked your renaissance painting," he says, a smirk forming on his lips when he feels a breath of a laugh from you on his skin. "Couldn't help but feel a little jealous that a few scribbles got more lip locking action, first thing in the morning, than I did." He sighs, almost like he's wounded by the remembrance of reaching for you and being met with an empty space. "How ever will you make it up to me?" His finger slides down your lips, causing the bottom one to bounce back after he pulled it down.

"I'll give you all the kisses and a bonus kiss." You nod, proudly, at your offer.

"Mhm, that's pretty good so far. What else?"

"What else do you want? I'm up for anything today."

You don't miss the movement of his hands on your waist, subtly maneuvering so that his fingers lift your shirt the slightest bit, allowing him to graze your bare skin. The glimmer of mischief that almost immediately appears in his eyes and the unfaltering smirk on his face, make it so that it's not necessary for him to word what he will eventually want to do with you. Your face goes warm at the thought, but you just laugh it off.

"Do you know what time it is, right now?" Toji asks, more to chide you for being out of bed so early, than for the purpose of knowing the time.

"Almost eight, no?" You take your phone out of your pocket and check. "Seven thirty," you confirm, showing him your screen.

"It's seven thirty in the morning, ma. What are we doing awake at seven thirty in the morning, on our day off?"

"I was on a mission, I don't know about you."

He scoffs. "Oh, kill that. You do know about me."

Simple. Toji doesn't like sleeping without you. He likes knowing you're getting your rest next to him and he loves the ongoing, intimate, physical contact. Even if he's not full on spooning you, he's always touching you. Whether it's his face buried in your chest, his legs tangled with yours, his elbow digging into your back or even his head pressed into your shoulder, he's always touching you.

"Let's go back to bed," he says, placing a peck on your forehead, before resting his chin on top of your head. "Just for a little longer."

"You don't want breakfast?"

He shakes his head, in response. "I want you to sleep with me."

"I can make something quick," you insist.

"Do I have to throw you over my shoulder and drag you away?"

"No, sir," you say, with mock seriousness. "I'm going." You wiggle out of his hold and barely manage to take two steps, before you feel his hand swat at your ass. You gasp, dramatically, and turn around to look at him, your widened eyes being the most prominent feature of your surprised expression.

Toji snickers, unable to stay serious when you look at him like he did something life altering to you. "Run. If I catch you, we're staying in bed all day."

Nothing else needed to be said for you to start sprinting towards the room. You've been awake since five in the morning to ensure that these celebratory plans are followed through with, properly. You can't stay in bed all day, so it's a good thing Toji didn't chase you to the room.

Once Toji slides into bed and finds your body under the covers, he completely encompasses you in his hold. His front is flush against your back, his arm strewn across your waist, and his face is pressed to the nape of your neck. He's made himself comfortable, having gone as far as to slightly overlap your leg with his. It doesn't take very long for Toji to fall asleep this way. You're his own personal cuddle bug and the reason he sleeps like a hibernating bear every night, down to the brief snoring he makes you endure before he wakes himself up with the loudness.

You wake up a few hours later, pulling Toji out of sleep as well, because of all your movement. You smile when he grunts and buries his face in your chest, in an attempt to go back to sleep.

"Was that not enough time?" You ask, running your fingers through his hair.

"Mm-mm," he hums, quietly. He's starting to move around more, mostly pawing at you to keep you close, so you don't leave him.

"We have to get up soon. We slept through the rest of the morning," you say, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. The tenderness of the gesture just makes him want to stay in bed with you for longer.

"Mm," he hums, once again, the sound coming off as dismissive.

"Sounds like you don't want your morning-turned-afternoon kisses, before we get up. You would rather stay asleep, huh?"

Now, that grabs his attention.

He moves away from your chest and just stares at you with his sleep ridden eyes and a pout that you know he would deny is a pout if you mentioned it.

"Oh, you're awake. I knew it," you say, with a teasing grin. You know he's ready when his eyes keep flitting between your eyes and your lips, silently signaling to you what he wants. "Alright, alright. Don't yell at me," you jest. You lean in and press a quick peck on his lips, then another, and another, until it's quick bursts of kisses that make him want to laugh. "Come on. Keep up. You know I try my hardest when you do this to me."

As if he's insulted by your taunting, he rolls on top of you and traps you beneath him, returning all your kisses while you're distracted, laughing at the sudden crushing weight of his body on yours.

"Keep up," Toji throws at you, this time, in his slightly raspy voice. "Come on, kiss me back. Keep up," he repeats, not even giving you a chance to respond before he's back to smothering you, again. He laughs when you end up surrendering, welcoming defeat by just lying there in a giggle fit. "It's like... a million to nothing, ma."

A few more giggles flow past your lips, your smile lingering once you somewhat collect yourself. "Best million to nothing ever. I'll get you, tomorrow." You don't promise or swear it, because just by looking at his face, now, you think you just might lose, again. You have a very strong feeling about it.

Toji simply gives you a low "mhm" and smirks, confidently, because he knows that you will be in this position, again, tomorrow morning.

"Well... now that you're awake, we can finally leave the bed." Toji's reaction to that is the most dramatic groan ever, but when you tell him that he can stay in bed while you "do stuff" in the kitchen, he refuses and follows you. It's great, but he almost makes you burn the food a couple times.

"Toji- Baby." You laugh, when he clings to your back and buries his face in your neck. "Go sit down and eat your cupcake."

"Mm-mm. Saving room for you," he mumbles.

"You're so..." You can't even finish the sentence, the shaking of your head and the curl of your lips doing wonders to reveal your flustered state.

"Romantic?" He asks, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, as if to give you more proof. He smirks against your skin when you freeze, like you're lost in thought. "Keep stirring, mama," he says, grinning when you snap out of your very brief daze and stir quickly to make up for your lack of focus.

"You're gonna make me burn your food," you chide. You reach behind you with your free hand and try to push him back, but he doesn't budge.

"Nah, nah. I'm looking out for you," he corrects.

You turn off the stove and turn to him. "Listen. You're a very handsome distraction, but you're going to make me burn the entire kitchen down if you keep doing what you're doing."

"Which is?" He questions, standing right in front of you. He loves how easy it is for him to have you cheesing.

"Being romantic. You know what you're doing! Stop being cute," you say, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from giggling and egging him on.

"Just say you need my help, pretty," he says, his voice and the placement of his hands on your hips, indicating that there's a double meaning to the sentence. For now, you choose to ignore the one that doesn't involve cooking.

"Okay, then. Help me wash, peel, and cut the potatoes, please."

It's hard not to laugh at his reaction—the quiet 'tsk' sound and the subtle twitch of his lips. He looks like he was expecting you to stop cooking, to take a brief intermission with him. The disillusioned look on his face is quickly traded for an expression that says 'i'll get you'. It's a smirk and something feral hidden in those dark eyes.

"Sure thing," he replies, squeezing your hips a couple times between his enormous hands.

You would think having help in the kitchen would expedite the process of getting things done, but it was the opposite when it came to Toji helping you out. If he's not distracting you, he's distracted by you.

Instead of finishing the task you gave him, he turns around and watches you cut vegetables like it's one of the most interesting things he's ever seen.

"Damn, ma. Look at you go," he says, watching the smooth, back and forth motion of the knife you are using and listening to the consistent, rhythmic sound of the blade on the cutting board. He's mesmerized—you make it look like art.

You put the knife down, unable to contain your laugh when he keeps watching you. "Almost done, Toji?" You ask, turning to look at him.

"Yeah, yeah," he responds, before turning around, again.

Somehow, after all the pauses and distractions, and the swatting at Toji's hands when he would pick at the food, claiming multiple times that he was doing a taste test, the food was finally finished.

"The house smells fucking amazing, doll. We did that," Toji says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you as you finish washing the cutting board.

"We did," you agree, grinning at how proud he is of the results of your conjoined efforts. "How does it taste?" You ask, washing the dish soap off the cutting board.

"Perfect," he murmurs, in your ear. "Not as good as-"

"Don't say it. Don't say it." You turn off the water and turn to look at the menacing smirk on his face.

"-you," he finishes, without hesitation, and almost instantly, you smack his chest, earning a chuckle from him. "What? You don't wanna be my dessert?"

"Oh my god, Toji," you groan, walking away from him to grab some plates.

The cupcake you got him did not go to waste. You both had one of those 'I need something sweet' moments, once you finished eating. After a couple more eye rolls from you towards his suggestive remarks, Toji being the kind soul he is, shared the dessert. He took one enormous bite of it—bits of candle wax and all—and then gave you the rest. It definitely hit the spot, and watching Toji get frustrated every time he asked if his lips and teeth were still blue, has become one of the many core memories you have with him.

"Gifts?" You ask, drying your hands after washing your plate and putting it away.

Toji sighs. "What did you do, ma?"

You smile at him, mischievously, and beckon him to come with you. You pick up all the bags you left on the floor and lead him to the couch, where you set them down. The second he sees how many bags there are, he shakes his head, and you know what he's thinking—'you didn't have to'. It's written all over his face, so in an attempt to steer away those thoughts, you rub his chest, like you did before, and smile.

"Open them."

For someone who was iffy about receiving gifts, he sure went through the opening process quickly. After pulling out the paper tissue you awkwardly fluffed and placed in each bag to hide what was in it, he scanned what was at the bottom of each bag before pulling the items out as well. Shirts, pants, gym shorts and sweatpants, a new coffee mug—he inspects all of the items, closely, with a soft smile on his face.

"Everything else is in black, why the navy blue jacket?"

"You look hot in navy blue."

Case closed.

"Oh shit. What is this, doll?" Toji asks, picking up the smaller, gift bag with the crispy, bold font on it. This gift in particular caught his eye, because it's something he knows for sure both of you like. You watch with a beaming smile as he pulls out the blue box, a low chuckle leaving him when he reads the name of the elegant cologne. "Remember that time you said just sniffing this would get you pregnant?" He asks, as he rips the plastic covering off the box and opens it, bringing out the even more elegant looking bottle.

"Yeah, you have to stay away from me if you're gonna wear that. From here to the kitchen, that's the distance you have to-"

The fragrance lands like mist on your face. It immediately overpowers the smell of the food you and Toji made, and fills your nostrils with the manliest, sexiest, most perilous scent you have ever smelled. It has your heart racing. It's Toji. You smell it and all your thoughts lock in on him. Toji, Toji, Toji, like a siren blaring in your head.

"How you doing, mama?" Toji asks, grinning fiendishly at your stunned reaction. "Smells real nice, huh?"

You stop buffering and take in the teasing smirk on his face. This would be the second time, today, that you look at him like he did something life changing to you.

"We should go to the beach," you suggest. You're calm and collected on the outside, frenzied and bouncing off the walls on the inside. A trip to the beach sounds good.

"That's random. Why do you wanna go to the beach?" He asks, putting the cologne back in its box.

"Let's catch a sunset and get you out of the house for a while," you elaborate. "Do you really want to spend the whole day in here?"

"I do wanna spend the whole day here," Toji responds, stepping towards you. "Just me and you, relaxing in bed together. Doesn't that sound way better than the beach?" He asks.

You can't even pretend like he's wrong when he looks at you like that. Like going outside after getting so comfortable and reveling in the warm atmosphere created in your home, would be worse than when he woke up alone in the morning.

"Let's stay here and keep each other warm," he says, pulling you into him. His arms act like vines around your waist, tightening to keep you close.

"Sure," you respond, a soft smile on your face as you look into his eyes. "We can stay inside."

When Toji leaned in to peck your lips, he really considered turning it into another competition to see who could get more kisses in. He was going for another win, aiming to overpower you with speed and quantity, to end it the way he always does—smothering your entire face with kisses, while you laugh through your sweet defeat—but when he felt your fingers drag over his back, right before you balled up his shirt in your hands, he decided to mind your gentleness and reciprocate it. He even smiled into a few of the kisses, to settle down the urge he felt to laugh, because he could smell his cologne on your face.

Toji took your hand and dragged you with him to the bedroom, once he broke the kiss. There, you spent your time cuddling, kissing, talking, and making love, each act done separately, but just as easily melted together into one act. You even got to see your sunset through the bedroom window, with your cheek and your hands pressed to the glass that kept fogging up.

By the end of the day, you were both spent, but still remained inseparable—not even a shower called for being apart. When it was time to go to sleep, you kept your face buried in Toji's neck. You pressed so many gentle kisses to his skin, while mumbling quiet, sleepy 'I love you's, that he hummed in response to, when he was't tiredly saying it back.

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sunnybeachcouture · 2 years ago

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LES EXCLUSIFS DE CHANEL The Discovery Set

New from Chanel is the LES EXCLUSIFS DE CHANELThe Discovery Set New for 2023 Summer is the LES EXCLUSIFS DE CHANEL The Discovery Set. This includes 18 Les Exlusifs De Chanel fragrances and the plus the Gentle Oil Hair and Body. I love this set. Its a great size for display and allows us to try out so many beautiful Fragrances. These fragrance samples are very difficult to get I’d say impossible.…

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#Chanel fragrance discovery set #Chanel fragrances #Chanel LES EXCLUSIFS DE CHANEL The Discovery Set #Chanel les exlusifs #LES EXCLUSIFS DE CHANEL The Discovery Set

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river-witchery · 3 days ago

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I have gotten my hands on many perfume samples. Help me choose what to start with.

Set 1

Treading Water — Déchets, Judith, It's My Pyre

Set 2

CLST — Marginalia, Mushmallow & flairēe — La Bohème

Set 3

Santa Maria Novella — Fresia, Rosa Gardenia, Rosa Novella, Tobacco Toscano

Set 4

Fzotic (duplicates) — Lampblack, Vetiverissimo, Ummagumma

Set 5

Fzotic (Moonlight Discovery set + Fragrance Portfolio - duplicates) — Corpse Reviver, Au Delà Narcisse, Feu Secret, Soft Focus, Monserrat

#perfume #eau de river #<- this will be my perfume tag

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krystalfragrance · 1 year ago

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Exploring the Luxurious World of Jovoy Perfume

Immerse yourself in the opulent world of Jovoy Perfume. Indulge in the intoxicating blend of exquisite scents that captivate the senses and leave a lasting impression. Discover the artistry behind each meticulously crafted fragrance. Elevate your sensory experience with Jovoy Perfume. Experience luxury like never before. You can reach us by visiting our website or calling (406) 407-3797.

#fragrance #krystal fragrance #perfume #royal crown fragrance #fragrance discovery set #jovoy perfume #perfumecollection #fragrance du bois #mancera perfume

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ceilidho · 4 months ago

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I’m starting to warm up to Santal 33 actually……I keep thinking about dill and dirty martinis and I took another sniff today from my sample and I was like wow. I kind of like this actually.

also I got Glossier Doux for Xmas and it smells soooooo good, although unfortunately no glossier fragrance will ever be as good as the original You formula :(( I wish they’d bring that back.

now I have to decide if I want to get the Aesop or le labo discovery set (or Fantome or Stora Skuggan, haven’t decided) and then I’m off perfume until I actually USE UP what I already have.

#perfume talk

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lostloveletters · 1 month ago

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This is more out of my own curiosity than anything, but what are y'all's favorite perfumes? Like top 3? Over the holidays, I got a set of mini Tocca perfumes which I'd been wanting to try forever, and I absolutely love all of them—Florence, Stella and Cleopatra (though Cleopatra is extremely divisive on Fragrantica…apparently because of the patchouli notes. I personally think it's a great winter fragrance but it’s too musky to wear in the summer) I'm considering getting Tocca's Mini Discovery Kit to try out the other fragrances.

Whenever I use L'ancome Idole, I get a lot of compliments, so I know that'll be staying in my rotation. I've used Miss Dior/Blooming Bouquet, and like pretty much everyone else at some point, grabbed for Marc Jacobs Daisy pretty frequently in the past (all great fragances, they're a lot of people's go-to for a reason!) but I guess I'm trying to find more unique scents?

#battie signals

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blessed-by-umbral · 8 months ago

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Violence

@daily-writing-challenge

Topic: Violence

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Weeks had gracefully slipped by since Baetylus embarked on its voyage to the enchanting shores of Tural, and now, four days had passed since the intimidating vessel had anchored in this unfamiliar haven. The air was thick with the scent of adventure and the promise of discovery, a curious juxtaposition that enveloped Ondrea Cress in a cocoon of anticipation. The strangeness of being enveloped by the unknown was not a source of trepidation for her; rather, it was a vital embrace, a welcoming that whispered of new beginnings and uncharted paths waiting to be trekked.

The passage of time had woven a tapestry of curiosity as the allure of uncharted lands beckoned from the shadows of the past. Those privy to the secrets of the sea had embarked on a meticulous endeavor, crafting maps and devising plans for their ambitious voyages. Yet, for Ondrea, this pursuit appeared to be a futile exercise, akin to embarking on a grand expedition without the slightest hint of direction or guidance. It was only when a reliable course was presented to them, a beacon of certainty amidst the vast unknown, that they finally set their sails toward the horizon.

On this afternoon, the sun reigned supreme, casting its golden rays upon a canvas of immaculate azure. The heavens were devoid of any clouds, creating a breathtaking expanse that seemed to stretch endlessly. Yet, in the depths of her heart, she harbored a profound disdain for the sun. The relentless heat was an unwelcome companion, transforming her midnight tresses into a sweltering burden, while the sensation of her leather attire clinging to her skin felt akin to a serpent ensnaring its unsuspecting victim.

The accoutrements of freshly squeezed fruit juices was a welcome reprieve, as a particular concoction of citrus we dutifully set upon a table before an open window overlooking a breathtaking view of the lush greenery interspersed with the architectural elegance of the nearby buildings.

As the echo of a knock reverberated through her space, it disrupted the serene equilibrium she had cultivated, drawing her attention with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. Ondrea's signature style, a blend of shadowy hues and intricate textures, spoke volumes about her character; she embraced the darkness not merely as a fashion statement but as a shield against the world’s judgments. The aura of mystery that enveloped her was both a source of intrigue and trepidation, ensuring that she remained an enigmatic figure, cloaked in the very essence of her chosen attire

As Ondrea opened the door, she was greeted by a visage that resonated deeply within the annals of her family. Cormac, a steadfast presence since his youth, stood before her clad in his signature ensemble—sleek, armored leather adorned with a distinctive bell sigil prominently displayed on his chest. This emblem, a testament to his unwavering loyalty and dedication, seemed to shimmer in the soft light.

It was evident that Cormac had taken the time to present himself with an air of refinement, embodying a sense of readiness for the day ahead. His hair, meticulously groomed and freshly washed, framed his face, which bore the marks of a recent shave.

Ondrea couldn't help but notice the subtle yet inviting scent of coconut that lingered around him, a fragrant whisper of tropical allure that seemed to complement his polished demeanor.

"My Lady." He addressed with a bow of his head. "All men are accounted for. Our ships are docked and being tended to as we speak. It's been recommended that we tip the service crew. I wanted to get your input."

Ondrea retreated a step, extending an invitation to Cormac as he entered her sanctuary. In stark contrast to his presence, the air within her abode was devoid of the exotic fragrances that characterized this new land; instead, she had meticulously chosen to fill her space with the familiar aromas of incense, carefully selected from her homeland. The delicate tendrils of smoke curled upward, weaving a tapestry of nostalgia that enveloped her, reminding her of of home.

Though she found herself amidst the unfamiliar, the longing for the essence of home lingered in whatever vestiges were left in her heart.

"Extend to them a generous gratuity, one that would comfortably sustain their needs for the forthcoming weeks. Should their circumstances demand further assistance, we shall delve into our reserves to accommodate their requests."

Cormac acknowledged the suggestion with a subtle nod, his gaze drifting toward the window. The vibrant calls of exotic birds echoed in the distance, their persistent cries resonating like a siren song, beckoning him to embrace the allure of this uncharted territory.

"-We've gotten word from some of the locals regarding some concerning news. Like many lands, they're wrought with bandits, enemies, those who would seek you out to cause you harm or your family harm simply because of your status. These warnings you're familiar with. I ask you now, Lady Cress---how would you like to proceed if met with violence?"

The interval stretched between them, enveloped in an almost palpable silence that seemed to linger in the air. In this serene yet charged moment, the only sounds that penetrated the stillness were the distant echoes of the bustling city below, a symphony of urban life, harmonizing with the sharp cries of seabirds soaring overhead.

"My father once said: "Violent excitement exhausts the mind and leaves it withered and sterile." I find it ironic, considering the means this House has taken in its past. Perhaps, in some way, he sought to extinguish that flame."

She paused without contemplation, but more so for effect. "Our words are "Light your candles". Keep them lit, guide the dead home, tolling of the bells--all that history you're intimately familiar with."

"Aye." Cormac affirmed.

"To preserve equilibrium in our interactions, it is essential to respond to hostility with an equally assertive stance. Those who seek to embody this principle to its utmost will find themselves confronted with a response that is magnified tenfold, ensuring that the scales of power remain justly aligned. This approach not only safeguards our interests but also serves as a testament to our unwavering commitment to resilience in the face of adversity."

Cormac found himself unable to divert his gaze from Ondrea's striking visage, captivated by the intensity that radiated from her. It was no revelation to him that her response would carry such weight; in fact, he had secretly wished for the tempest of turmoil that raged within her to find some semblance of calm.

Yet, he recognized the futility of such hopes, as the storm seemed to only grow more ferocious with each passing moment. She stood before him, a living testament to the void, and he could almost perceive the dark tendrils of it wrapping themselves around her very essence. Despite the overwhelming nature of the situation, he felt an unyielding determination to engage with her, to reach through the shadows that enveloped her.

"Might it be possible..." he ventured cautiously, "...that extending a measure of mercy could yield positive outcomes? We are in uncharted territories, after all, filled with diverse cultures and unfamiliar customs."

Ondrea's response was immediate, her thickly shaped brow arching in skepticism as a low, dark chuckle escaped her lips, reverberating with a chilling resonance.

"Do you truly think they would entertain such notions about us?" she retorted, her voice laced with a steely resolve. "I refuse to gamble with the safety of our people."

Cormac drew in a deep breath, savoring it before exhaling sharply through his nostrils. "So be it. Violence will be met with violence."

#Kharris and friends!#it was so nice catching up kharris! :>#i'm excited to do these! ♥#ondrea cress #ffxiv #ffxiv rp #writing challenge #ffxiv balmung #house cress

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museenkuss · 2 months ago

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This Valentine's Day, I'm once again looking through my little selection of discovery sets, daydreaming. I'm inviting you to 1) daydream with me 2) get inspired 3) help me pick a set to try!

(I broke down the prices to a ml price since the size of the samples varies a lot. I also added shipping to Germany in these equations, so they won't be accurate to every location)

Versatile. Includes 1ml samples of all 9 perfume oils of the brand. The scents usually have a very unique composition, with many being very food-focused (cola, pesto, croissants..). Funnily enough, I've seen many perfumeheads hail these strange notes as seductive when worn, which I find intriguing. Pro: Interesting concept! We could step out of our comfort zone? Con: It might suck. The offerings might be TOO specific and/or too eccentric. 3,86€/1ml (but they're oils!)

Miller Harris. Chic british brand, modern and elegant, contemporary and classy. The selection includes some of their best sellers: a variety of delicate, transparent scents, flower-forward or oud-centric scents. Powder&sandalwood, tea, rose&liquorice. Pros: Includes Scherzo, which I've wanted to try for years (..like everybody, I suppose) and I appreciate the variety offered - I'm very curious. Cons: The selection does NOT include the fragrance Jane Birkin designed for/with the house (L'air de rien). BOO!! Some fragrances (oud, rose) are not that interesting to me from the name alone (upsetting combination, I would've preferred a "assemble your own kit"). 3,06€/1ml

Atelier des Ors. This discovery kit is free to assemble. Gold and slinky black cats, champagne, madeleines&tea, Klimt-inspired scents: The concepts of the AdO scents are right up my alley (and the bottles are beautiful, of course). I had the chance to smell a few in person last summer, but didn't get to spend time with them and really try them on skin. Pros: selecting the scents myself is a great way to ensure I will at least be interested in all of them. Con: The full bottles are expensive (we're talking 230€), so I'm a little scared to fall in love with a scent. 2,8€/1ml

Bienaimé. A house with a long history got a revamp and relaunched a few of their scents. The discovery set includes all four scents for women and the new masculine scent. They're committed to the vintage aesthetic and their heritage, both in their gorgeous packaging and in their scents: unapologetically powdery, flowery, delicate. Lipstick, powder, veils of flowers. Dolls and princesses. The male scent sounds aromatic-fresh, too. In short: Charming sophistication. Pros: I adore vintage scents. Also, the founder Bienaimié was the nose behind Quelques Fleurs, which became Dita van Teese's signature scent - apart from the fact that I just like scents like this, the backstory might explain the vibe I get from them, too. Cons: Maybe they're TOO vintage? Old-fashioned? 1,43€/1ml

Essential parfums. Each scent is made in cooperation with an expert parfumeur. The idea is to return perfumery to its roots, with excellent ingredients and at an affordable price (they have a manifesto and everything). The names suggest a focus on different notes in each scent: Rose, Vetiver, Fig, Musc... It sounds like exquisite minimalism to me. When I see them mentioned on social media, they're usually highly praised (The musc, bois impérial...). Also it's interesting that they're so respected yet fly somewhat under the radar. Pros: A wide variety at a very good price. Cons: Maybe basic? The perfumes don’t seem to tell stories to me, it’s mainly ingredient-focused. 1,6€/1ml

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affairs-of-dragons · 27 days ago

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Chapter 3

Jinx, with the shard of eggshell tucked safely away, turned his attention back to the cavern. A restless energy thrummed beneath his scales, a familiar urge to explore, to categorize, to understand. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this place than met the eye, more secrets hidden within its depths. Unlike Sparks, who seemed content to stay within the familiar confines of the clearing and Lyra's lessons, Jinx craved the unknown, the challenge of discovery.

He set off through a narrow passage, his numerous pouches clinking softly with each step. The air grew cooler and damper as he ventured deeper into the cavern system, the luminous fungi casting an eerie glow on the rough-hewn walls. He passed strange formations – towering stalagmites that resembled petrified dragons, glistening pools of water that reflected the shimmering light, and clusters of crystals that sparkled like a dragon's hoard. He meticulously documented each discovery, making notes in a small, leather-bound journal he carried in one of his pouches.

He eventually reached a section of the cavern that was markedly different from the rest. The walls here were smooth and polished, almost as if they had been carved by hand. The air was warmer and drier, and a faint, sweet scent hung in the air, a fragrance that reminded him of… something. He couldn't quite place it.

He followed the passage, his curiosity piqued, until he reached a small, circular chamber. The walls here were lined with shelves, but unlike Lyra's archive, these shelves were filled with tools, gadgets, and strange contraptions. Jinx's eyes widened with delight. This was a treasure trove of mechanical wonders, a tinkerer's paradise.

He spent hours exploring the chamber, examining each item with meticulous care. He found gears and cogs, levers and pulleys, wires and circuits, all arranged in a seemingly haphazard fashion, yet somehow imbued with a sense of purpose. He recognized some of the items – tools he had seen Lyra use, gadgets he had read about in her books – but others were completely foreign to him, their function a mystery.

As he delved deeper into the chamber, he came across a small, secluded alcove. A soft, moss-covered bed lay nestled within, and beside it, a workbench cluttered with tools and half-finished projects. Jinx recognized the familiar scent of oil and metal, the comforting aroma of creation. This was his space, his sanctuary, a place where he could tinker and explore to his heart's content.

He settled onto the bed, exhaustion finally catching up with him. He closed his eyes, the shard of eggshell pressing against his chest, a comforting weight. He drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with images of gears and cogs, circuits and wires, and the strange, elusive pattern that seemed to connect them all.

In the flickering realm of dreams, Jinx saw glimpses of a world beyond the cavern, a world of swirling colors and shifting shapes. He saw Sparks, their blue eyes wide with wonder, their tail swishing excitedly as they explored a vibrant garden. He saw Lyra, her emerald scales gleaming in the sunlight, her amber eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. And he saw himself, a shadowy figure lurking in the background, observing, analyzing, understanding.

He saw the pattern again, the intricate design that seemed to connect them all. It was on Sparks's pouch of seeds, on the shard of eggshell he carried, on the walls of the cavern, on the very fabric of this world. It was a pattern of creation, of connection, of belonging.

And then, the dream shifted.

The vibrant colors faded, replaced by a chilling grey. The playful shapes twisted into jagged edges, sharp and menacing. He saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, its form writhing with a silent pain that resonated deep within him. He felt a surge of fear, a primal instinct to flee, but he was rooted to the spot, his claws digging into the moss bed.

The figure turned towards him, its face still hidden in shadow, but its eyes… Jinx could feel their gaze piercing through him, cold and accusing. He wanted to look away, to escape the chilling scrutiny, but he couldn't. He was trapped, caught in the grip of the dream.

He woke with a gasp, his heart pounding in his chest. He sat up, his gaze darting around the chamber, searching for any sign of the figure, but there was nothing there. Only the familiar tools and gadgets, the comforting scent of oil and metal, the soft glow of the luminous fungi filtering through the entrance to his alcove.

He clutched the shard of eggshell tightly in his claw, its comforting warmth a welcome anchor in the unsettling aftermath of the dream. He was left with a lingering sense of unease, a feeling that there was more to this world, more to himself, than he had ever imagined. He was connected to Sparks, to Lyra, to this strange and wondrous cavern, in a way he couldn't fully comprehend. And he was no longer sure if he wanted to understand.

Lyra, meanwhile, had retreated to her own private chamber, a spacious alcove hidden deep within the cavern system. The air here was warm and dry, filled with the comforting aroma of herbs and spices. A small fire crackled in a hearth, casting a warm glow on the smooth, polished walls. Lyra knelt before a low table, her emerald scales gleaming softly in the firelight. She carefully arranged a collection of dried leaves and flowers on a flat stone, her claws moving with a practiced grace.

Tea time. A ritual she had carried with her through countless seasons, a moment of quiet contemplation amidst the chaos of creation. She selected a small, clay teapot from a shelf and filled it with water from a nearby spring. She placed the teapot on the fire, watching as the water slowly heated, tiny bubbles rising to the surface.

As she waited for the water to boil, her thoughts drifted to Sparks and Jinx. She had brought them here, to this carefully crafted haven, to protect them, to nurture them, to help them grow. But sometimes, she wondered if she had made the right decision. Sparks was so young, so vulnerable. And Jinx, she knew his brash confidence was masking a deep well of insecurity. The past… it cast a long shadow, threatening to encroach upon the fragile peace she had created.

She closed her eyes, a wave of weariness washing over her. She had seen so much, experienced so much. The weight of responsibility, of protecting Sparks from… that… pressed down on her like a physical burden. She wasn't sure if they were remembering, if the fragments of something lost, something painful, were seeping into their dreams, their thoughts, their very beings. She hoped not. She needed to protect them, to shield them from the echoes of a world they were not ready to face.

She opened her eyes, her gaze drawn to the swirling steam rising from the teapot. As she watched the steam dance and twist, she saw a fleeting image, a vision of a young dragon, its scales a vibrant yellow, its eyes filled with a boundless joy and curiosity. Flicker. A name whispered on the wind, a promise of warmth and light. A smile touched Lyra's lips. Perhaps there was hope after all.

But then, the image shifted, the colors darkening, the joy fading. She saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, its form contorted with a pain that resonated deep within her. A being, not quite dragon, not quite kobold… familiar yet unsettling. She could feel the weight of a past she couldn't escape, a past that threatened to unravel the delicate balance she had so carefully constructed.

She blinked, the vision fading, replaced by the familiar sight of the steaming teapot. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. She couldn't afford to dwell on the past. She had a responsibility to Sparks, to Jinx, to the future of their kind. She needed to be strong, to be vigilant, to protect them from the shadows that lingered at the edges of their world.

The water in the teapot reached a boil, its gentle whistle breaking the silence. Lyra poured the hot water over the dried leaves and flowers, watching as the liquid turned a deep, rich amber. She inhaled the fragrant steam, the soothing aroma calming her nerves. She took a sip, the warm liquid spreading through her, a comforting warmth that eased the tension in her muscles.

She closed her eyes again, focusing on the present, on the task at hand. She would protect them. She would guide them.

Sparks, nestled in a cozy nook within Lyra's archive, was engrossed in the leather-bound volume. Sunlight, filtered through a crack in the cavern ceiling, illuminated the pages, casting a warm glow on their scales. Their brow furrowed in concentration as they traced the ancient script with a claw, their tail swishing gently back and forth. The story of the First Hatching, of the creation of their world, unfolded before their eyes, filling them with wonder and a sense of belonging.

But as the light in the cavern began to dim, Sparks's eyelids grew heavy. They yawned, a small puff of smoke escaping their nostrils, and rested their head against the cool stone wall. The book slipped from their grasp, falling open to a page filled with intricate diagrams of constellations, stars that mirrored the patterns on the pouch of seeds, the shard of eggshell, the very walls of their world. Sparks's breathing slowed, their chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm. They drifted off to sleep, the world of the book fading into the realm of dreams.

At first, the dream was a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and playful shapes, a whirlwind of sensations that mirrored the joy and wonder Sparks felt exploring the cavern. They soared through vast chambers, their wings catching the shimmering light of the luminous fungi. They chased playful creatures with iridescent scales, their laughter echoing through the tunnels. They curled up in a warm, mossy bed, a comforting presence watching over them, a gentle hand stroking their scales.

But then, the edges of the dream began to fray. The colors dulled, the shapes distorted, the laughter fading into a distant echo. The familiar world of the cavern dissolved into a hazy blur, replaced by a scene that felt both alien and strangely familiar.

Sparks found themselves in a dimly lit room, the walls closing in, the air thick with a suffocating tension. They were no longer a dragon, not quite. Their form wavered, shifting between scales and skin, claws and wings and… something else. They looked down at themselves, their vision blurry, their perspective skewed. They saw small hands, pale and fragile, clutching a worn teddy bear. They felt a wave of vulnerability, a sense of being small and powerless.

The scene sharpened, the hazy edges solidifying into frightening clarity. Sparks saw a young… boy? The boy was not quite dragon, not quite kobold, a creature caught between worlds. The young being seemed no older than six, curled up on a bed, his eyes wide with fear, his body trembling. The room felt cold, sterile, the air heavy with a suffocating dread.

A figure emerged from the shadows, its form looming large, its features obscured by the dim light. Sparks could feel its presence, its power, its menace. A wave of terror washed over them, a primal instinct to flee, to hide, to protect themselves from the encroaching darkness. But they were trapped, their body frozen, their voice caught in their throat.

The figure approached the bed, its shadow falling over the boy, engulfing him in darkness. Sparks could see the boy's eyes widen in terror, his breath coming in ragged gasps. They felt a surge of empathy, a deep connection to this unknown boy, a shared sense of vulnerability and fear. They wanted to reach out, to comfort him, to protect him, but they couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe.

The dream zoomed in, the perspective shifting, merging. Sparks was no longer just an observer; they were the boy, experiencing his fear, his helplessness, his utter despair. The figure loomed closer, its presence a suffocating weight. Sparks wanted to scream, to fight back, but their body was paralyzed, their voice trapped in a silent scream.

Suddenly, a loud CRACK echoed through the cavern, jolting Sparks awake. Their eyes flew open, their heart pounding in their chest. They scrambled to their feet, their gaze darting around the archive, searching for the source of the noise. They saw a large stalagmite, dislodged from the ceiling, lying shattered on the floor, its fragments scattered like fallen stars. Dust motes danced in the air, illuminated by the soft glow of the luminous fungi.

Sparks took a deep breath, trying to calm their racing heart. They were safe. They were in Lyra's archive. It was just a dream. But the lingering fear, the sense of violation, clung to them like a second skin. They glanced down at their dungarees, their face flushing with shame as they felt the telltale dampness. Their clothes were dry, but beneath them, their diaper was soaked, a testament to the terror that had gripped them in the dream. A tiny trickle of warmth escaped the diaper, a final, humiliating reminder of their vulnerability.

They looked around the archive, hoping Lyra hadn't heard the commotion, but the chamber was empty. They were alone. And the echoes of the dream, the shadowy figure…

The silence of the archive pressed in on Sparks, heavy and suffocating. The echoes of the dream clung to them, the shadowy figure, the sense of helplessness, the terror. They were alone, their small body trembling, their breath coming in ragged gasps. The dampness beneath their dungarees, usually a source of shame and anxiety, was now a distant concern. All they wanted, all they needed, was comfort, reassurance, a safe haven from the storm raging within them.

"Lyra!" they cried out, their voice a choked sob. "Jinx! Help!"

The words echoed through the cavern, a desperate plea for connection, for solace. They didn't care about appearing weak, about needing help. They just wanted the fear to stop, the shadows to recede, the warmth of another presence to chase away the chill that had settled deep within their bones.

They crumpled to the floor, their tail curled tightly around them, their body wracked with sobs. The tears flowed freely now, hot and heavy, blurring their vision. They whimpered, small, broken sounds that echoed through the silent archive. The fear, the shame, the vulnerability – it all poured out of them in a torrent of raw emotion.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms enveloped them, lifting them from the cold stone floor. Sparks looked up, their vision blurry with tears, and saw Jinx, his crimson eyes filled with concern, his expression surprisingly gentle. He held them close, his body a warm, solid presence against their trembling form.

"Shh, Sparks," he whispered, his voice soothing, "it's okay. I'm here. You're safe."

He rocked them gently, his claws stroking their scales, his warmth seeping into their chilled body. "I love you," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "You're my favorite. I love you. You're my favorite." Jinx gently pressed his forehead to Sparks, whispering again. "I love you. You're my favorite."

The words, unexpected and strangely comforting, washed over Sparks like a balm. They clung to Jinx, their claws digging into his scales, their tears soaking his shoulder. They had never felt so safe, so protected, so loved.

Lyra appeared at the entrance to the archive, her amber eyes wide with alarm. She rushed towards them, her scales gleaming in the dim light. "Sparks! What happened?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Jinx, without missing a beat, continued to rock Sparks, his gaze fixed on the hatchling's tear-stained face. "They had a nightmare," he said, his voice calm and steady.

Lyra's brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. She had hoped to shield Sparks from… something… to create a haven where they could grow and thrive without the burden of… something else. But it seemed her efforts had been in vain.

"Lyra," Jinx said, his voice firm, "we need to get Sparks cleaned up. Their diaper…" He trailed off, gesturing towards the damp patch on Sparks's dungarees.

Lyra blinked, momentarily startled by Jinx's assertiveness. She was used to being the one in charge, the one who provided comfort and care. But Jinx, despite his usual brashness and cynicism, had stepped into the role of protector, his empathy and tenderness surprising even her. "A towel," Jinx continued, his voice taking on a decisive edge. "And warm water. And something soothing… lavender, perhaps? And a fresh diaper, of course." He looked at Lyra expectantly, his crimson eyes unwavering.

Lyra, momentarily thrown by Jinx's unexpected authority, simply nodded. "Yes, of course," she mumbled, turning to gather the requested items. She couldn't deny the efficiency with which Jinx had taken control of the situation, but a part of her felt… displaced.

Jinx, meanwhile, gently laid Sparks down on their moss bed and began to unbutton their dungarees, his claws surprisingly deft. He whispered soothing words as he worked, his voice a calming presence in the midst of Sparks's distress. He reached into one of his many pouches and pulled out a small, smooth stone, polished to a high sheen and faintly warm to the touch. He placed it in Sparks's paw, its comforting weight a familiar anchor.

Lyra returned a moment later with the requested items, along with a small, soft object that resembled a pacifier, crafted from a pliable resin and filled with a sweet-smelling nectar. As she approached, she noticed the stone in Sparks's paw and her eyes widened slightly. She recognized it – it was a piece of polished amber, a relic from a time long past, a time before…

She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present. She knelt beside Sparks, her movements brisk and efficient, taking charge of the situation once again. She gently took the stone from Sparks's grasp, replacing it with the pacifier. Sparks instinctively latched onto it, their sobs softening into gentle whimpers, then popped it into their maw.

Lyra, with a practiced hand, quickly changed Sparks's diaper, her touch firm but gentle. She then helped them into a looser set of clothes, her movements efficient but not unkind. As she finished, she noticed Jinx watching her, his expression unreadable. She met his gaze for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgment of his unexpected competence.

Sparks, lulled by the warmth of the pacifier and the soothing scent of lavender, drifted off to sleep, their breathing finally evening out. Lyra and Jinx watched over them, a shared sense of concern and protectiveness filling the silence of the archive. Lyra, with Sparks finally settled and sleeping peacefully, turned to Jinx, her expression a mix of gratitude and a touch of… something else. Resentment? Perhaps. She wasn't used to sharing the role of caretaker, especially not with Jinx, who usually seemed more interested in analyzing data and tinkering with gadgets than offering comfort and affection.

"Thank you, Jinx," she said, her voice carefully neutral. "Your assistance was… unexpected, but appreciated."

Jinx nodded curtly, his crimson eyes unreadable. "Of course, Lyra," he replied, his tone formal. "It was no trouble at all." He paused, his gaze lingering on Sparks for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "I trust they will be alright?"

Lyra nodded, her voice regaining its usual authority. "They will be fine," she said. "Just a bit shaken. They need rest."

Jinx inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Then I shall return to my duties," he said, turning to leave. "If you require any further assistance, do not hesitate to call."

Lyra watched him go, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over her. She was grateful for his help, truly, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he had somehow usurped her role, that he had encroached upon her territory. She was the protector, the caretaker, the one who provided comfort and guidance. But Jinx… he had shown a tenderness, an empathy, that she hadn't expected. And Sparks had responded to him, had found solace in his embrace.

She pushed the unsettling thoughts aside, focusing on Sparks. She gently lifted the hatchling, cradling them close to her chest. Sparks stirred slightly, their pacifier falling from their mouth with a soft plop. Lyra chuckled softly and replaced it between their lips, a soothing gesture that calmed their whimpers.

"There, there, little one," she murmured, her voice soft and reassuring. "It's alright now. You're safe."

Sparks, still half-asleep, nuzzled against Lyra's chest, their small claws gripping her scales. "Lyra?" they mumbled, their voice thick with sleep.

"I'm here, Sparks," Lyra replied, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through their small body.

"I… I had a bad dream," Sparks whimpered, their eyes fluttering open. They looked up at Lyra, their blue eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Lyra's heart ached for them. She gently stroked their scales, whispering soft reassurances. "It's alright, little one," she said. "It was just a dream. You're safe now."

Sparks clung to Lyra, their small body trembling. "It felt so real," they whispered, their voice barely audible.

Lyra nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "I know, little one," she said. "But it's over now. You're here with me, and I won't let anything hurt you." Sparks closed their eyes, their breathing gradually evening out as Lyra continued to rock them gently. They felt safe in her embrace, their fears fading away.

Lyra sat there for a long time, cradling Sparks, whispering soft lullabies, her own anxieties simmering beneath the surface. She had created this haven for them, this sanctuary from the shadows. And she would do everything in her power to protect them, to shield them from the pain, the fear, the echoes of a world they were not ready to face. But a nagging doubt crept into her mind. Was she doing the right thing?

But then, she looked down at Sparks, their small body nestled against hers, their breathing slow and steady. A fierce protectiveness surged within her, a primal instinct to shield them from harm, to nurture them, to guide them. She might not have all the answers, she might make mistakes along the way, but she would never give up on them. She would be there for them, every step of the way, offering her love, her support, her unwavering belief in their potential.

She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with a newfound determination. She would not let the shadows consume them. She would not let the past define their future. She would help them create a new path, a path filled with hope, with joy, with the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

#taod #chapter 3 #jinx #lyra #sparks #dragons #kobold #original fiction

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