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Last bit of wraith AU for a bit I swear lol
#art#fanart#mixed wraith au#hand drawn#fluorescent/neon wraith#star wraith#reflection wraith#ink wraith#iodine vapor wraith#bernard pikmin#shepherd pikmin#yonny pikmin#dingo pikmin#russ pikmin#pikmin#pikmin 4
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Well, that's terrifying.
I love it.
#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol ivory wraith#degrees of lewdity ivory wraith#ivory wraith the reflection#the ivory wraith#ivory wraith
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ivory wraith as a witch 🪄
#bob squatley original content 🔥#dol#degrees of lewdity#ivory wraith#ivory wraith the reflection#ivory wraith dol#degrees of lewdity ivory wraith#dol iw#iw dol
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fun fact! Ivory Wraith says, "You are wedded to calamity" only if you've gone through the rite of promise with Sydney
Wait for real?! :0
That’s actually super interesting. Especially since if you consider the opposite outcome (rite of defilement) ends in Sydney becoming possessed (possibly by ivory themselves) in the prayer room 🤔
It’s also weird how the two of them have the same phrase..
“Together as one”. “Forever as one”
Does that mean ivory has connection to Sydney…?
#dol#alorhna the songbird#oc#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#ivory wraith#ivory wraith the forlorn#ivory wraith the reflection#degrees of lewdity ivory wraith#degrees of lewdity sydney#dol love interest#dol wraith
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"Someone is watching you"
#aifoslin arts#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol ivory wraith#ivory wraith the reflection#degrees of lewdity ivory wraith
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YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS FINALLY
FUCKING FINALLY COME ON IVORY GIMME SOME LOVIN BABEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAA
#ivory wraith the reflection#I WASNT EXPECTING TO FUCK ON THE FIRST DATE BUT OK IG#HES SO H H H HOOOT I YJDDGFDGJFSTJIJHGFSSASDDSDFSFHFSVVJ#degrees of lewdity
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I need to gather my thoughts properly on that but (correct me if I'm wrong) seems like in our own eyes this kind of betrayal is far worse than just straight murder, or even locking the princess away because Holy fuck witch has some choice words to us and if she hates us like that, we must believe she does, and if we do... Well, that suggests we believe she's justified
#also the wraith#feels very much betrayed by us so terribly#but if they're reflection of what we think they are (rightfully hateful of us) then
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Philip is left-handed. Don't ask me why, he just is.
Oh and his handwriting is, like, amazing. Impeccable cursive. He could write holiday cards.
#philip ojomo#dbd wraith#idk I just feel like because he's such a precise and calculating person that his handwriting would reflect that#pretty boy with pretty handwriting hehe#just headcanon things#dead by daylight
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#pikmin posting#pikposting#collision wraith#mirrors within mirrors all around yet no reflection cast#your misguiding makes this exciting; I can't even tell what I'm looking at~
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And finally we got the two who let the solid wraith’s temptations take their lives.
#art#fanart#mixed wraith au#hand drawn#bernard wraith#bernard pikmin#OC#oc pikmin#oc wraith#gemstone wraith#reflection wraith#pikmin#pikmin 4
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Please make them an official love interest. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE-
#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol ivory wraith#degrees of lewdity ivory wraith#ivory wraith#the ivory wraith#ivory wraith the reflection
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reveal that they had some beef with Harper in the past
👀 Um. About that...
I'm pretty sure it's canon that Sydney has been through the Asylum.
I was [his] only friend, in that dark place beyond the trees. (Referring to Sydney)
~ The Ivory Wraith, if you have Sydney set as your Love Interest.
Other relevant/contributing lines below the cut because I'm not sure you can access them without looking through the game files, so spoiler warning? Maybe?
TLDR: Wraith-related dialogue that might imply that Sydney was sent to the Asylum because of interactions he had with the Wraith.
[He] was so sure of [himself]. (Referring to Harper)
Block me out all you like, I am still here.
I'm sorry you put your trust in me.
It's okay now, Sydney. I'm back to normal.
Do you remember your [mother]? (Parent of opposite gender as Sirris)
Do you remember? Of course you do. Of course you don't.
~ The player, if they're in an encounter with Sydney while being possessed by the Ivory Wraith, or if they approach Sydney in bed while possessed.
i was catching up on your blog, and honestly your, or well, your PCs' opinion abt Sydney is so fascinating to me. when i first played the game for real (after trying to previous times and ending up in the forest being raped by wolves and kidnapped by Eden without knowing wtf was going on, and then my second try ending up in a rape cycle that ended in the asylum) i started pursuing Sydney for the first time, thinking that she'd be like every other goody-two-shoes uninteresting character that is usually a part of dating games, the stereotype that fails to interest me no matter what. then i found out i could corrupt her, and i decided to make her "fall from grace" together with my PC, and the more i interacted w her the more and more i fell in love w her character, to the point that my PC became as obsessed w her as she is with him
Sydney might honestly be my favorite LI, so to find someone who doesn't like them v much is quite the interesting experience lol. i think the part that most called my attention is the privilege part of their character that you brought up, and i think that stuck w me mostly bc i never truly saw Sydney's "privilege" like that. Sydney never gave me the impression that they were completely oblivious to everything and anything wrong that happens in the world just bc it doesn't affect them - quite the opposite, actually
Sydney isnt immune to the world they live in, not a single character in this game is (which is why i love it sm tbh). they might be extremely sheltered and protected as much as Sirris and the temple are able to make them, but when you pray w them in the temple and someone comes by to harass you she knows exactly what is happening and how to stop it. she's probably been harassed by monks and nuns as well, and unable to fight back without losing her grace. that's without even going into the Leighton punishment event, and how they react to it, which i think gives a v good view into how they cope w the world they live in depending on whether they are pure or corrupted and how that affects their interactions w PC...
ok im just rambling now, my point is, Sydney is a very interesting and complex character to me and seeing your interpretation of them was really interesting/insightful, and gave me some answers to things in your PCs' story that i used to question but always forgot to send an ask abt (such as their distaste for Sydney). thanks for reading my ramble, i love the things you're doing w your PCs and how you interpret their world <3
-smthishunting
Just in case you still don't understand the nature of the situation, the "privileged" part can be translated into "ENVY"
Sydney has had good things growing up. PC has nothing of those, which I have mentioned. "Why can they be optimistic? Why can they believe in the good in people? Why their parent doesn't demand they rent every week? Why do they have parents but I and Robin don't? Why can't I and Robin have those things that they have?..."
It's bitter, but I firmly believe, just like a redeemed bully can never achieve true peace, a sheltered child growing up with a silver spoon inside their mouth can never understand poverty and desperation either. Something bad happens to them, but they have family and financial support to overcome it, that's why they can stay pure and stay good. Robin stays ignorant too, they essentially avoid the outside world completely and if PC doesn't step up to protect them, they're ruined. That's what happens with pureness and goodness if they bloom in mud, unprotected. That's what happens on a daily basis with the children of the orphanage.
That's why my PCs are Robin's protectors. I make them taste the bitterness when realizing some things even try as they might, they can never achieve, while Sydney has those things handed to them, lovingly and matter-of-factly, as easily as falling to sleep in a soft fluffy bed. To me, that's what makes them even more protective of their waifu/malewife and more determined to shelter Robin as much as possible. They strive to give Robin what Sydney's having, their childhood together sucks so yeah let's try hard for a better future :D
As for Sydney... Well, unless future updates give them some trauma, throw them into some real fuck up situation like what PC faced daily, or reveal that they had some beef with Harper in the past and had lifelong psychological trauma, I don't think I can give them more credit.
#degrees of lewdity#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#ivory wraith the reflection#ivory wraith#harper the doctor#reblog#dollya
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One of my favorite quotes by the ivory wraith.
As trouble does seems to follow the player no matter where in the world they go to and given the implications of the Pc’s past life as the ivorys lover.
It would only be fitting for them to be —
“Wedded to calamity.”
#dol#alorhna the songbird#ivory wraith#degrees of lewdity ivory wraith#degrees of lewdity#ivory wraith the forlorn#ivory wraith the reflection
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The concept of Bad Man Simon Riley who's aware he's a Bad Man™️ is one I hold very dear to me.
Masterlist 🦊
Simon Riley is, fully and completely, what people envision as a bad man. He's a convoluted character who carries a lot of baggage, and that same weight has crushed him into the beast he is today.
His reflection is his constant reminder of the bad things he's done and endured. And when you have such a blatant, ever-present memento of how dark you really are, it's hard to forget.
He doesn't bother putting up a facade. Won't help the lady cross the street, nor will he take a bullet for someone else. No one has ever done that for him, so it's only natural to give the world a taste of its own medicine. He doesn't even try; it just happens.
It takes him nothing to leave Soap behind in Las Almas and find shelter in an abandoned church. Sure, he'll cover for him—if the lad is fast enough, that is. Saving Alejandro afterwards is a mere ploy to make this blasted mission end sooner—true, no one fights alone, but he'd like to get out of there as soon as possible, thank you very much.
Barely brushes the concept of Price's injury when he faints due to the inhalation of some Sarin gas of sorts. Can only think that if he'd died, he would have to take the captain's place in leading the operation. A fucking bummer alright—but cap's fine, thankfully, right? One less thing to worry about now.
Won't try to start relationships, because what good can he bring when he can't even drop a kind word for himself? He's awful, inside and out, and he's aware.
What happens, then, when he's suddenly loved?
What happens, then, when you're sliding under his skin, pretending you don't see the rot and the grime?
The question of "why" is pinned to the front of his brain like an annoying leech that plagues him day and night.
On the couch, you're absolutely unbothered by his dark presence next to you. You're just munching on popcorn and watching some film he doesn't even remember the name of.
"Y'should go," he says out of the blue.
You barely spare him a glance. "Film's not over yet."
No, that isn't what he meant, but he has an inkling that you've gathered that already.
"Ain't good for ya," he insists. "Ain't good for anyone, but that's a whole 'nother story."
You side-eye him from your end of the couch. "Self-deprecating at dinner time? Could you move it up the schedule a little, like—breakfast or somethin'."
He doesn't understand. Won't get through his skull. Share a home with him, and for what? What's he giving you that you're coveting so hard, enough to find it easy to snark back at a beast like him—poking the bear while wearing flimsy cotton shorts and a band t-shirt?
"Y'don't understand," he grits out. "I ain't a good man, love."
"Oh, I know." You say, popping a handful of popcorns in your mouth. "And?"
It irks him. Wants to bite off your head, but, surprisingly, he still has morals, and he wouldn't even dare touch you with ill intent.
"Don't act stupid, now." He warns.
"Ain't acting stupid." You reply as if there is some obvious thing he isn't getting. "You've done bad things, and bad things were done to you. That it?"
He hums as a frown paints his face.
"Should I love you less?" You go on, "Or not love you at all?"
"The latter."
"Wrong." You add as soon as he responds. "Wrong, because that's what you believe, not the truth."
He cocks a brow at your apparent arrogance. A nod in your direction, "What's the truth, then?"
You place the bucket of popcorn on the coffee table. "Truth is that you're human, Simon."
Now that's a word he wouldn't associate with himself.
Monster. Beast. Bear. Wraith, or demon. Ghost.
"As a person, good and bad can coexist—there is no such thing as night and day." You go on, seemingly unaware of the turmoil you've unleashed on his poor heart.
Keep saying the word person around him this often, and he'll start believing he is one.
So, you have seen the rotten flesh and the mud coating his insides. You have buried your hands in his viscera and coated your skin with his blood and the one he's spilled.
You know, and yet you're here. You're here because you've also seen something else, something he's not aware is there.
Same thing that made his heart lurch when Price wasn't waking up. Same thing that made him hide, prone in the bell tower of a Mexican church, making sure Soap would get back in one piece.
Same thing that has him gaze at you now, with eyes that sting with clear, fresh water. No rotting liquid, no oozing pus, or sickening blood.
You shrug, "Maybe your sun is a little eclipsed, but there's that. I can still see it, y'know?"
You outstretch your leg. Press the tips of your toes against his thigh. The world is suddenly in technicolor, and his chest warms like a rekindled flame.
You wink. "And it's bright as hell, too."
#theo drabbles#simon ghost riley#cod#simon riley#call of duty#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#cod mw2#ghost x reader#need him biblically#Simon Riley is bad at feelings#my favorite tag#character analysis#maybe?#headcanon#Simon Riley HC#simon riley hcs
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Why The Voice Of The Cold Hates The Narrator
Replaying the Nightmare -> Wraith route and I'm realizing...
Jesus fucking christ, The Cold hates the narrator. Honestly, I think he might just give Smitten or Contrarian a run for their money.
He:
Doubts every word the narrator speaks
Insults the narrator whenever he gets the chance
Actively suggests killing the narrator, even stating that the princess could help do that
Not only suggests killing the narrator, but also suggests that—no—actually, death is too good for the guy. They should lock the narrator in a void just like the fake good ending. Mind you, this route doesn't even have the narrator do that!
Mocks the narrator when he finally gives up on trying to make you slay the princess
Seems happy that the narrator is gone, saying he had a feeling The Wraith could deal with him
I'm pretty sure Cold over here'd rather be playing Slay The Narrator.
Really though, upon further reflection, The Cold's hatred for The Narrator is also prevalent in The Spectre, where one of the few things he actually seems to have a firm stance on is "We should kill the Narrator". In the Greys, though he's arguably at his most nihilistic, he still seems to oppose the Narrator. He joins the Skeptic in his suspicions, and though he mostly just seems to be having a time provoking Smitten during the Burned Grey, he still does take the occasional second to spite the Narrator.
And honestly, come to think about it, it makes sense. After all, the Cold manifests not necessarily from slaying the Princess, but more specifically, from killing yourself. But not just from killing yourself, slaying yourself in The Tower at the hands of the Broken doesn't manifest him, but specifically by killing yourself to spite the narrator. I mean, other than Empty Cup and Moment of Clarity (Where we don't actually know how he manifested due to the timeskips), each iteration of Cold's manifestation checks out.
Spectre: You slay her, get the good ending, but then decide "fuck this and fuck your contruct", and stab yourself even as the narrator repeatedly urges you not to.
Burned Grey: You kill the Damsel, and in a fit of rage against both you and the narrator, the Smitten kills you, even as the narrator urges him not to. (Funnily enough, this means that, despite the Smitten's line of "you killed her, and so I killed you", it was the opposite, and the Smitten manifested the Cold)
Drowned Grey: You kill the Prisoner, and, just like in the Spectre's route, you kill yourself even as the Narrator urges you not to. If you refuse to kill yourself, Skeptic does it for you, seeming apologetic towards you, but definitely not towards The Narrator.
Wraith: You kill yourself as the Narrator urges you not to, and Paranoid also spends this route doubting the Narrator.
These routes involve various levels of emotion for the Princess, ranging from "My love! Still gonna kill you though" to "So scary! Still gonna kill you though", and an overall perception of the Princess as a corpse. But the Narrator? In all of the routes leading up to Cold's manifestation, the Narrator is met with hostility, usually leading to you killing yourself out of a mix of spite and suspicion.
So Cold's manifestation has two constants:
Some level of apathy towards the Princess, regardless of your previous interactions with her. Whether she's your perfect damsel or your worst nightmare, you don't care. You stab her.
Disregard for your own safety. You're just going to stab yourself, cool. It's better than this hell. Sometimes it's another voice fulfilling this requirement for you, like Smitten in the Damsel, or Skeptic in Prisoner depending on whether or not you willingly die.
Distaste towards the narrator. A conclusion that the Narrator is untrustworthy and distinctly not on your side. No matter how you manifest the Cold, it is clear that you do not like this pesky raven one bit. The Nightmater -> Wraith route shows this through Paranoid's constant suspicion of the Narrator. This distaste frequently, thought not always, occurs due to the Narrator attempting to force you to live out your life in the void, though it can also occur due to the Narrator attempting to make you live a life without the one thing you cherish (Damsel route).
Apathy towards most things, but one thing's for certain: You don't trust that Narrator guy. He tried to make you live out a crappy, boring life for eternity.
Cold's attitude makes sense when you look at how he was created. Just like Smitten was made by deciding the princess was an immediately trustworthy damsel in need of rescuing from the pesky narrator, or that the witch is a gorgeous woman whom you can save by giving your blade in spite of the narrator's wishes—Cold is made through deciding that neither your nor the princess's safety particularly matters, but fuck that narrator guy. He sucks. As apathetic as the Cold likes to act, he reacts to Smitten's threats and the Princess's murder attempts with "interesting", and reacts to the Narrator's explanation of the timeline with "we should kill him".
So, my point?
Well, I think that—not only does the Cold hate the Narrator—but hating the Narrator is part of him as a voice. He's cold, apathetic, and he hates the Narrator. It's been baked into his very being through the choices that you make. The princess doesn't matter, your physical well-being doesn't matter, but know that the Narrator is an untrustworthy little prick.
TLDR: Replaying Wraith made me realize that the Cold probably hates the Narrator very very much, and he does so because it is baked into his very being because of the choices you made to manifest him. You go, king. Let your inner hater run free.
#slay the princess#stp cold#voice of the cold#the narrator#voice of the smitten#others mentioned but those three are really the only ones i actually talked about#tangent but i believe in smitten-cold being opposites bc the opposite of love is not hate but apathy#stp analysis
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Butcher!Simon x gn!reader Part 10 Wheee this one is slightly over 2k words. I hope you enjoy it half as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also I'm still shit at spelling, you're welcome to point out mistakes to me. We've come to the day of the concert. Also! When Simon thinks of you as "little" it is a reference to your height compared to him, your weight does not matter. If he's taller than you, then you're little to him. I don't make the rules. Warnings: Simon on a motorcycle, yearning, you two need a warning in general Part 9 | COD Masterlist | Part 11
The next time Simon is graced with your company outside of the shop is the day of the concert.
He already told you that he’d come and get you on his bike and your eyes had sparkled with excitement. It was rather surprising, that little shy you would be so excited at the prospect of riding on his bike with him but he’d rather take that than you being unhappy with it.
He arrives at your place and before he can get in his head over how he should greet you he takes off his helmet and gloves, shooting you a quick text that he’s there (heck yeah, he secured your number, doesn’t matter that it was for the sake of organizing going to the concert).
The entrance door to your home opens and Simon catches a glimpse of you. Clearly you’re explaining to Wraith that he’ll have to stay at home and he can’t help but grin triumphantly. You trust him enough to go somewhere without your mutt. He’ll be your guard dog instead (if only you’d put a collar with your name on him).
Finally you turn to him and close the door behind yourself. You brush invisible dust off your clothes, the gesture awkward and self-conscious. He prays you don’t feel how heavy his gaze is when he lets it drag across your figure. Goddamn he’d never have expected you to dress up like that. But man, is he glad he gets to witness it.
You’re so precious and pretty, no matter what you wear but he finds a part of him hoping you didn’t just dress up for the concert but maybe a little bit for him too (please). You’re so beautiful you outshine the goddamn sun. No, wait, that phrase doesn’t suit you.
You’re no sun, no bright blinding light and he doubts you’d want to be that.
You’re a moon, he decides. His own personal moon. Silently reflecting the light of day at him, comforting him in the darkness. Inoffensive and distant (he’ll find a way to get closer). He doesn’t need to shield his eyes from your brightness for you are not blinding. You are awe inspiring. Someone that silently waits to be admired and doesn’t demand attention (though he suspects you’re no fan of attention either way).
Sometimes you’re fully yourself, sometimes hiding behind clouds and sometimes invisible altogether. Simon will always find you though. Even on a new moons night. Even when you don’t want to be found. Now that he’s caught sight of the full moon he won’t live with only seeing it once a month (or rather only seeing you twice a week for a few minutes in his shop).
When he takes in your appearance again a soft smile settles on his face and he finds himself thankful for his mask for hiding the stupid lovesick expression he’s wearing.
You stop before him and tilt your head up at him. God he really could just snatch your small form up and keep you with him forever. The way you’re clutching your phone in your hands abruptly catches his attention. He wonders what that is about.
“Hi, sweetheart.”, he murmurs and you nod, still clenching your hands around your phone. Suddenly concern overcomes him. Did you change your mind? Did something happen?
“Talk to me, sweets…”, he implores gently, nodding in the direction of your phone, thankful that no one can hear how soft his voice is. Only for you.
You look up at him, your eyes flickering with something he can’t exactly pinpoint. “I want…”, you begin and your voice fails you. It reminds Simon of the first times you interacted and suddenly he’s very aware of what a difference your dog makes.
With Wraith by your side you barely hesitated to speak your mind, but now that you’re alone with Simon it feels like all the progress you two made has gone down the drain. One day, he’ll travel to the dark side of the moon and uncover its secrets but until then he’ll merely try to help you not to wane.
“What do you want?”, he encourages and gathers his own courage to put his index finger under your chin when you look down again. The way he lifts your chin is tender, as if he’s afraid of breaking you if he handles you too roughly (he is, something has broken you before, he suspects, and he refuses to add to old wounds). “You can tell me.”
Your eyes meet his and you swallow and square your shoulders as if preparing for battle. “I would like to send my friend your phone number and a picture of you as well as where we’re going.”, you say slightly shaky.
Simon’s hand falls from your face and he grows still. Very still. Suddenly he feels cold. He can see you shuffling your feet in place.
“You… Want me to let you take a picture of my face?”, he asks slowly and you look down, your shoulders hunching slightly. If he wasn’t so stumped he’d try to comfort you but his own heart starts racing.
“I trust you…”, you begin. “I do. But we’ve only really met one time and I am about to climb onto your bike with you and it would make me feel a lot more comfortable if my friend had… something in case … in case…” You don’t finish the sentence.
The air grows tense around you two as Simon regards your hunched over form. Is this your deal breaker? Will you not come with him if he says no? Does he want to say no? What would happen if he let you take a picture of his face? The thought makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
The way you’re withering under his gaze is more than enough proof of how uncomfortable you are too. And despite his own discomfort Simon doesn’t want you to feel like you have to hide from him.
“How about a deal, sweetheart?”, he asks slowly, trying to break through the tension.
Your eyes snap back up to his, wide in surprise at the fact that he doesn’t immediately dismiss you. You nod jerkily.
“No picture.”, he says and he swears you nearly flinch drawing even more into yourself. His hand finds your chin again, making you meet his eyes again. The touch comforting and warm, trying to convince you without words that he is not upset at your request.
He needs you to see his eyes, he needs you to see that he means it when he continues. “You can send her my number and my address, hell, I’ll let you send her a picture of my ID. Anything you need to be comfortable, sweetheart. Anything, just… no picture of my face.”
The way your eyes are searching his make him swallow and he wonders if this is where he loses the bit of trust you’ve started putting into him.
“Your license plate…”, you mumble. Cautiously your own hand comes up to cup his that ensures that you’re meeting his gaze.
“No picture of your face, Simon.” He can hear you take a deep breath. “I’ll send her your address and pictures of your bike’s plate.”
Something in his chest splinters at that, something rotten and ugly. Something he didn’t know was still there. It crumbles and suddenly he breathes easier. How come he wasn’t aware that he didn’t have to fight for his comfort? That the two of you would find a compromise this easily?
Just like that the tension is gone, something warm and soothing settling around Simon’s heart. Why does something so small make him so happy?
He studies your face, the way he can feel your skin against his fingers and suddenly without thinking his thumb raises to touch your lower lip.
Torturously slow the pad of his thumb glides over it. The gesture is subconscious, a thank you, a need to feel something more of you. His throat is awfully dry when he swallows, eyes fixed on your lips. “Yeah, sweetheart. Of course. Thank you.”
The expression in your eyes is unreadable and you seem just as caught in the moment as he is. You go to say something, your tongue darting out to wet your own lips, catching his thumb in the process.
He inhales sharply, freezing once again. His thumb remains on your lower lip, soft and inviting. It’s probably creepy, the way he stares at your mouth, but he can’t help it, not when every part of his body screams at him to touch you more to take you in his arms and lay some sort of claim on you. Kiss and bite and nip on your lips so everyone can see that you belong to someone. Belong to him (you don’t though, you don’t belong to him, yet).
Simon tries to be courteous and respectful so before he does anything stupid he closes his eyes tightly, praying that you don’t feel the subtle shudder that runs through him at the feel of your tongue on his skin.
It’s hard to imagine what you’re thinking when he’s like this, utterly frozen, eyes closed tightly, his eyebrows furrowed. The hand that’s holding his squeezes slightly.
“Simon?” Your sweet voice rings out and he slowly blinks his eyes open. Once again he finds himself breathless at the sight of you. He bites his tongue to hold onto the whimper that threatens to spill over his lips when you bring his hand to your cheek and tilt your head into it.
“Hi.” You smile at him and he swears he is a second from throwing all caution to the wind and kissing you. “Where did you go?”
His exhale is shuddering and he withdraws his hand abruptly. The small flicker of hurt across your face makes his heart ache but if he keeps touching you he will lose whatever is left of his mind.
“Just trying to be respectful, sweetheart. I.. you…”, he groans in frustration and decides that it’s wiser to not try to explain himself. He doesn’t miss the small amused smile that settles on your lips at his attempt at explaining himself.
“You can take a picture of the plate now.” Is what he settles for and you nod, having mercy on him and leaving it at that.
As you take the picture something occurs to him. “I’ll send you a picture of the one of my truck… It wouldn’t make sense if your friend doesn’t have the plates of both.”
The surprise is palpable when you look at him but what he said makes a bright smile break out across your face and Simon suddenly wishes to take a picture of you instead. He wants to always have your smile with him.
Finally it’s time for you to climb onto his bike and he holds out the spare helmet he brought with him (he might have bought gear for you but you didn’t need to know that). Before he can explain anything you’ve already pulled it on and secured the band under your chin.
“Not your first ride?” Simon tugs his own helmet back over his head and meets your eyes.
“Nope.” You pop the p and giddily do a few hops where you’re standing. Even though most of your face is hidden by the helmet he can see the immediate embarrassment that follows the action and he tries to bite back his laugh at the adorableness of it all.
Still the thought of someone else having you on their bike behind them, your arms wrapped around them has an ugly green monster rear its head in his chest. Trying to ignore the feeling he holds out a protective jacket to you and you put it on without questioning where he got one in your size.
One piece after the other he has you put on the protective gear giving you a once over to make sure you’re properly zipped up.
You cock your head at him. “Should I be concerned that you’re so prepared with the gear? How … how well do you drive?”
There’s subtle nervousness again and he chuckles, stepping in front of you while he puts on his own gloves, his movements practiced and unhurried, trying to calm you. He inclines his head, so close his helmet almost touches yours and if he isn’t mistaken he watches you take a deep surprised breath.
“No need to be scared, sweetheart. Just making sure, you’re properly protected. I’m not gonna take any chances with your safety.”
Your head ducks down, breaking the eye contact and your eyes find his legs that are only clad in black jeans.
“What about your safety?”
His grin behind his mask is feral and he’s thankful you can’t see it because it might actually make you concerned for him.
“C’mon. Time to hop on.”, he says, ignoring your question completely.
He easily throws his leg over the bike, sitting down and then holds out a hand to you. Somehow he’s not sure you’ll actually take it. The fact that you didn’t object to riding with him is already surprising enough. You don’t seem like someone who’d be comfortable with this much physical contact.
Easily you slide your hand into his and let him steady you when you carefully climb onto the smaller seat behind him.
“Hold on, sweets.” His voice comes out quietly, intimately and he fights the urge to clear his throat.
He softly takes your wrists in his hands, trying to ignore how small and fragile they feel even with the jacket on, and draws them around his middle. He feels the exact moments you begin holding onto him and it makes him take a deep shaky breath. Thank god he decided to take the bike instead of the truck.
The motor rumbles to life and you tighten your arms around him. Time to show you how good of a guard dog he can be. He’ll make sure you feel safe enough to speak your mind without your other dog around.
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