I am thinking thoughts about airports and flying again. And Dreamling, of course.
So. Human AU. History professor Hob has to fly around a lot for work, perhaps for conferences or smth of the sort so it's always to a small handful of the same nearby cities. He's pretty neutral on the idea of flying in general, though he wishes it was a bit more environmentally friendly, but Hob is a sucker for a nice airport and especially a nice airport lounge during layovers or before boarding.
Hob has begun to frequent a small local airline (White Horse Air, the logo is a coat of arms with a little pegasus, wyvern, and hippogriff on it, haha) when traveling because he likes their service (they've never lost his bags, not even once!) and their flights are never fully booked, which makes them quieter and easier for hob's chronic pains. He always picks seats with no one next to him so he can sprawl out and so it's easier on his knees.
Until, one day, he boards the little plane and there's someone in the seat next to his. Hob's sure that when he booked his seat, the other one was empty. Oh well, whatever, Hob's not going to bother the other man already sitting there for one flight— he'll just have to be a little more mindful booking next time. Hob shuffles into the seat, and notices that the stranger sat beside him is reading Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur! Hob gets excited because! That's a William Caxton publication! And Hob has so much to say about Caxton! He turns to the stranger to strike up conversation about it and... is immediately lost at how pretty the stranger is. Handsome, gorgeous, yes of course, but pretty, with the shell pink lips and focused blue eyes and slight frown at the book in his hands. Hob picks up his metaphorical jaw off the metaphorical ground and strikes up conversation with the stranger. Though the other man starts off apprehensive, somehow the two hours of flying fly by and the two of them end up talking about all sorts of art, history, and everything in between. Hob learns that the stranger works in publishing, thus his interest in Caxton.
Their flight lands, and the two of them disembark at the gate, still attempting to continue their conversation while Hob tries to wrangle his carry-on bags. (The Stranger only has a small laptop bag on one shoulder and a suit jacket folded over his other arm with him.) Then Hob has to check the time and begrudgingly says that he should probably head towards his next gate soon— this is just a layover after all. The Stranger looks ever so slightly disappointed and admits that this is his actual destination and he needs to meet his sister soon. They part ways, and Hob tries to dwell on the strange warmth in his chest. He thinks about the Stranger for his entire work trip afterwards.
This, somehow, happens a couple times. Turns out they both frequent White Horse Air, and though they're never in booked seats next to each other again, the flights are always empty enough that they can shift to sit next to each other once the plane's in the air. They chat the flight away, and then part ways once they disembark, with the Stranger headed to the baggage claim and Hob to his next flight. One time, the Stranger even requests the hostess to bring out a special bottle of Chateau Lafitte 1828 just for the two of them to share. Hob's in awe. He really enjoys their conversations, it's nice to be able to talk about his interests in a non-academia environment. The Stranger always has the most intriguing and eye-opening perspectives on everything, too. It doesn't really help that Hob thinks... maybe he's developing a tiny, teeny, really inconsequential really crush on his Stranger. He's not in grade school anymore, how does he feel like this about someone he doesn't even know the name of yet!
This all comes to a head when Hob mentions to the Stranger that his layover is a bit longer than it usually is, and if the Stranger is in no rush, they can continue their conversation in one of the airport's lounges. White Horse Air is a bit too small an airline to have their own lounge, but Hob's collected enough miles to get into one of the other airline lounges and is fully willing to pay to get in one if it means more time with his Stranger.
The Stranger is extremely enthusiastic about the idea— which shows up physically as a subtle, coy upturning at the corner of his mouth and a little sparkle in his eye. (Hob feels proud that he can read this reaction so well.) He's so enthusiastic, in fact, that the Stranger offers to get them both into a first-class lounge. Hob doesn't even pretend to hesitate to say yes.
Let's just say they get to the lounge, split some cheese and wine, and the proceed to get even more enthusiastic with each other in a private room. Hob's lucky he brought a change of clothes in his carry-on. (Maybe Hob's not so lucky and can't sit comfortably during his next three-hour flight.)
Hob gets a bit emotional when he has to leave for his next flight (already missing being able to hold his Stranger's face so gently, being able to card his fingers through his soft, smokey hair) and gets his guts together to ask if the Stranger wants to exchange phone numbers or something, so they can be in contact more regularly. Perhaps even, meet on purpose maybe? The Stranger smiles and kisses him lightly on the cheek when he slips a business card into Hob's hand.
Hob's so caught up in it all that he doesn't check the business card until he's fully boarded and sat on his next flight. And he gawks.
Morpheus Aion
The Dreaming Publishing House
As in, one of White Horse Air's biggest shareholders? Aion, as in, probably the sibling of Teleute Aion? As in, Teleute Aion, the CEO of White Horse Air?! Hob almost passes out.
In the end, Morpheus and Hob laugh it out. Morpheus promises he never abused his sibling privileges to invade Hob's privacy, but used the sibling perks to frequent White Horse Air flights a little more than he even needed to just for the chance to see Hob again. They're both happy to not need to keep flying just for that chance anymore, haha. Idiots in love! Turns out, while Teleute lives where Hob keeps having his layovers, Morpheus and Hob actually live just a few hours driving from each other from their shared initial departure location. It all works out perfectly, and Morpheus self-restraint from inviting Hob to move in (so they don't have to keep travelling to see each other, no matter how small) lasts not even a year after they officially start dating. Hob doesn't even pretend to hesitate to say yes :)
(Years down the line, much after they're married, Hob finally has enough miles to get them back into those first-class lounges to have more fun. It's all very lovely.)
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i'm curious which characters you were thinking of in dungeon meshi when you reblogged this? :eyes: post/677467068400058368
Well if it's not been made obvious by now, I live and breathe the Touden Elf Sandwich. As I've said before Marcille and Falin are adorable, happy for them, the story never once looks at the camera and tells you what their relationship is but anyone with and without eyes can see exactly what it is, but Laios and Marcille just make me insane.
Like if I tried to go into it I would be here for hours, reduced to incoherent babbling because everything about how they interact with each other, the slight subtle things in how they see each other, especially because it's not as straightforward or easy to figure out as the others.
I think that Laios and Marcille are absolutely in love, but they also have so much shit going on and are wrapped up in so many layers of their respective complexes that it's going to take like, years for them to actually figure that out, and longer than that to, god forbid, do anything about it, if anything even changes at all. And it will definitely require Falin acting as an intermediary because they're so fucking complicated about it.
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have a snippet of chapter 11, which is a stupid asshole of a chapter because some idiot thought it would be fun to rewrite an entire netflix show or some shit
“Ellie?” he says quietly, catching all of her attention at once. “I have to go back to school.”
Her hand stills mid-air and her face goes through several emotions in a matter of seconds. Steve holds his breath.
“Today?”
He nods, anxiety thrumming beneath his pulse.
“Now?”
“Soon,” he says, pointing at the clock beneath the TV. “When it’s Seven-four-zero.” She doesn’t have all the numbers down yet, or a feeling for the passing of time, but she can recognise the numbers on the digital clock when she has to.
“It’s seven-two-six,” she says slowly, squinting at the numbers.
“Twenty-six,” Hopper says around a mouthful of pancake, and Steve wants to tell him to shut up.
“Twenty-six,” El repeats, unfazed. Steve nods. She holds his eyes for a while longer, and Steve is worried that she will say that he promised he wouldn’t leave her. They talked about this already, multiple times, made a plan of what would happen and when he would be back. Promising that he would always, always come back. And her promising that she would come find him if he didn’t. It was a promise to him, but a threat to the world. And he believed it.
Still, he worries that it might be too soon. Worries that she asks why, because telling her that Eddie Munson was worried I overdosed on drugs rambled at me and told me to kick his ass in school today, and somehow that was the first time anything felt normal again even though it wasn’t normal at all isn’t something that makes sense even to himself.
“Okay,” she says at last, going back to her pancake— but only nibbling on it rather than stuffing the whole thing into her mouth. A testament to the anxiety and worry coursing through her. “But come back.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Promise.”
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i just want to say a quick psa about something i've seen recently (this isn't exclusive to ft, this occurs very often, everywhere).
you can and should consume challenging media. it's genuinely good for your soul.
i'm not saying everything you read/watch has to be controversial or have morally grey characters (you've gotta have your comfort books/shows/movies), but completely isolating yourself with what you're comfortable with is never a good call. you will never learn or grow if you're comfortable. so watch shows with unlikeable characters! read books that challenge your ideologies! it can even be as simple as trying out a genre you've never liked before!
expand your horizons, i promise you will never regret learning something new.
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ok so over the next three weeks, I am going to be taking eight international flights. EIGHT. this is not a mistake that is a real number. (two of them have already happened but let's imagine a world in which i posted this before i left.) in order to keep me Going, i am going to review each flight, through the objective and impartial rating system of 'how much did i not hate it with a passion' out of ten.
to help us out, here is a non-accurate (because privacy, or something), very much not-to-scale map explaining where i am going. i made this map on that website that lets you use MS Paint from like windows xp and it was honestly a great experience
i am flying:
A to B (8ish hours)
stopover in B
B to C (3ish hours)
stay in C for a week
C to D (5ish hours)
stopover in D
D to E (3ish hours)
stay in E for a week
E to D
stay in D for... two days? tbc
D back to C
stay in C again for five or so days
and then finally C back to B, stopover in B, and then arriving home at A.
it's gonna be an Experience. first reviews coming... soon. possibly once i've had some lunch. please enjoy my attempts to survive this ridiculous time and send me your sympathies.
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