#I also almost posted this to my dragon blog lol. Yes this is PEAK dragon content right here.

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Totality - Undertronic

Seth and Sine spend time admiring the eclipse. Written in one hour, 832 words.

“Do you know how beautiful your art is?”

Seth stared at the sky with clasped hands. A gentle breeze blew past - Zephyros’ sigh, he supposed. He couldn’t help but wonder who held that God Soul now. Seth had always wanted to meet the wind god; perhaps the two could make a good pair.

What a silly thought.

Golden hair fell into his eyes, yet he never moved. Never took his gaze off of his work. Not a second could be missed. He heard laughter behind him.

“What are you doing?” Sine reached from behind and brushed Seth’s hair out of his face. He couldn’t help but notice how his touch lingered longer than it had to. He couldn’t help but notice how he didn’t mind. “You can hardly see through all of that.”

“Like you would know,” Seth quipped. The skeleton behind him snorted.

“Hey, I can make some guesses.”

Sine crept into the corner of Seth’s vision. He pulled off his hood and craned his neck to match Seth. One hand rested in the pocket of his cloak; the other nearly startled Seth out of his trance when it grazed his fingers.

“I could get us something. Tea. Whiskey. Coffee, extra-strong. On the house. Off the rocks. I could go on.”

Seth grinned. “No, thank you. This is enough.”

“But you don’t have anything?”

Seth held his tongue. This was more than enough.

“Won’t it be too dark?”

Seth paused. The thought did cross his mind, but he was not one to be afraid of the dark. A bit of daytime nightfall wouldn’t bother him - he didn’t know what it would take to make him fear the dark, but this was not it. “Not with you around.” He made a vague gesture to the skeleton’s ears. Their calming light was sufficient to keep the growing shadows at bay. Sine gently scratched at one of Seth’s clasped hands, and he let it fall open. The two looked upwards to Seth’s work of art.

The eclipse neared its totality.

“Do you think,” Sine started, “Do you think…”

Seth cocked his head to the side.

“Nevermind.”

The remaining sunlight faded around them.

“No no, what were you saying? Please.”

The shadows cut deeper.

“It’s silly. It’s just a silly thought.”

Sine’s light danced across his face.

“You know those are my favourite.”

“Do you think we could stay like this forever?”

And the world fell yet darker.

“I don’t want this to end. It’s beautiful. Look at it,” Sine mused.

“There’s nothing to look at.”

“Exactly. You did this. You did this, Seth. Look at what you can do.”

Sine’s grip tightened around his hand. He felt dizzy from how his heart beat so unusually. They both knew it was a silly thought. The planets would pass, life would go on. Every couple decades or so, Seth would sit down and repeat the process, as this soul had done for hundreds of thousands of years. This was nothing special. This was just as the last ten thousand had been. It was the same one, the same sun that had people worshipped long before these souls reached their hosts. This couldn’t last forever. Their tails curled around each other. Maybe not forever.

“...I can make you a compromise.”

Seth couldn’t make it last forever. Not even a minute. The others would notice; planets were not something to be trifled with. The Death Well flashed in his mind. Yes, that was a fate he would prefer to avoid.

But a moment wouldn’t hurt.

He squeezed Sine’s hand back, flesh caressing bone. “I think…”

Sine smiled. “You sure about that one?”

“You- Come on, I lost my train of thought.”

“It’s alright,” said Sine. Seth tore his eyes away from his art to meet his. “I think that I think so too.”

The light began to fade back in around them. Seth quickly turned to hide the flush of his face. If anything, it only made Sine look at him more. “You’re kinda cute when you think you’re being slick, y’know.”

Seth exhaled sharply and turned away. “Come on. These always tire me out,” he lied. As much as he hoped Sine wouldn’t catch on, he knew it was a losing battle.

“Aah, so Mister Destruction needs a nap?”

“Shut-” His words were cut short by his own stammering. Sine cackled behind him. He sighed and made his way back inside.

“C’mon, you know you love me.” 

They both stopped mid-step. The daytime betrayed both of their expressions. They simply stared at each other in silence.

“I…” The words caught in Seth’s throat. He knew what he wanted to say. He knew what he needed to say.

I think…

No.

I know…

He put his hand back into Sine’s. His gaze softened. Perhaps not everything had to be said.

It didn’t matter how dark it had gotten; Seth could still see one thing clearly. His work could never compare to the art that had stood beside him.

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Star sign: Aries

Height: 5′3″

Time Right Now: 11:23pm

Last thing you googled: “red beet.” In the new chapter of The Dead Season, Kieran compares Sene to a “beet” because she is red and sweet and has “long stalks.” I googled “red beet” just to make sure I was picturing the right vegetable.

Last book you read: I have not read a novel in some time. I am so swamped--I have no time to read for immersion anymore. So I have mostly been reading short stories in little batches. The last story I read was “Steady Hands at Seattle General” by Denis Johnson. Beautiful prose, this guy. So good.

Favorite music artists: Neko Case, Fiona Apple, Regina Spektor, Ryan Adams, Dan Reeder, Ben Folds, and T Swift when I need to feel bubble gum numb.

Last TV show watched: The 100. I like it, but I miss season one, when Clarke would go get lost with Finn in that bunker and he would bring her colored pencils. Now it’s so all HOLY SHIT WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE every single moment and like, I can’t. I need colored pencils. This is just my opinion. I do like it though. Bellamy is...just, um, unf. And so is Roan. Okay everyone in this show is gorgeous. Octavia = best.

What are you wearing right now: This Free People sweatshirt with the flannel-ish arms that I’ve had for like ten years. Athleta yoga pants because I’m a mom and I live in Orange County and it’s the law.

When did you create this blog: Like a million years ago. Like 2011. But then I forgot about it and only remembered it existed when I came back to find some fellow sufferers in Solavellan Hell hey everyone

What kind of stuff do you post: Dragon Age. I have been a little quiet lately, I know. It’s the end of the quarter for me, and the writing takes a lot of energy. I’ve been trying to find a bit more balance, ie: if I don’t put away Solas every once in a while, he eats into me, and I obsess. I need breaks lol.

Do you have instagram: Yes. 100% to share pictures of my kid with my family and friends back home. I used to use facebook but like i can’t do facebook anymore. I’ve been there since 2003 that’s enough years on facebook.

Do you have snapchat: No. I hate snapchat. I can’t figure it out. It makes me feel old af lol. But my sister is 25 and she will take pictures of us using the cute filters and that always makes my day.

Do u get asks regularly: Sometimes? It comes and goes. A thing will catch and there will be lots of asks, but there are days when it’s very quiet. I have had to chill out on taking prompts because my backlog has gotten to be embarrassing. You do not want to know how many unfilled prompts I have in my inbox lol. I’m sorry if yours is one of them. At this point, it’s random, and I will try to get to them all some day!! <3

How did you choose your url: It’s the name of one of the characters from my first published story. I love her. I miss her. I will go back to her at some point.

Gender: female

Favorite color: All kinds. I like black paired with more girly colors, like pink or purple. I like blue. I like green. I like all kinds of brown.

Average hours of sleep: Probably 6-7.

Favorite characters: The characters I have come to love the most are often cowboys or some variation on a cowboy. Solas is my elf cowboy. Aragorn is my Middle Earth cowboy (lol @lepetitchoucommie thanks for that one). Gus McCrae from Lonesome Dove is my literal cowboy. Dean Winchester is my ghost cowboy. I also love Sawyer from Lost. He’s my conman cowboy. And, of course, Fox Mulder, FBI cowboy with a heart of gold. I also love Audrey Horne from Twin Peaks.

How many blankets do you sleep with: Lots. I sleep freezing cold.

Dream job: I don’t have a dream job. I would like to get paid to write, but that’s more like a pipe dream than a dream job.

Random: I accidentally brushed up against Leonardo DiCaprio outside the restrooms at the GLAAD Awards a couple years ago. We go every year with my husband’s uncle. It’s star-studded but nothing will every compare to touching Leo, like I almost fainted when he looked at me. :fans self: I still might faint, just thinking about it. He glows and his shoulders are massive, and he is actually very tall.

:faints:

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