#The Romancapocalypse

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Fallen London RP: The Lonesome Dreamer, pt. 2

(Part 1 is here)

After Var fetches Grey (@justcoffeenotea) back from a honey dream they had been unwittingly trapped in, Grey and Var have a heart to heart and Grey tells Var something utterly unexpected. (If only because Var is pretty oblivious despite having two lovers already.) Around 3500 words long, contains many feeeelings.

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Var had raised their eyebrows at Grey’s request to be left alone with them. This only got more and more peculiar. What were they so embarrassed about? Evidently it was something to do with Var themself and the reason behind Grey running off into a honey dream.

“Did you want to speak with me? What was that about wanting to talk to me being the reason why you went and locked yourself in to go at the honey jar? If you had asked Neara he could have told you when I was expected back, I really was not gone that long. Certainly nowhere near as long as you were away at that Brass Embassy nonsense.”

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Instead of answering Var right away Grey picked up the broken piece of scintillack from their mask off the ground and pocketed it. Was it worth it to say anything now? They couldn't help but wonder. "It wasn't something I could have asked him." Grey answered honestly, getting up off the ground and headed towards their bed. They drew the four poster's curtains aside to sit down on the edge of it. From there Grey was quiet a moment longer, considering themself and looking at the floor.

"I didn't want you to see that honey dream. I didn't want you to think me even more shallow than perhaps you already do. I didn't... I was trying, for once, to be genuine and you weren't there." Grey sighed and ran their fingers through their tangled mess of hair. Their face hurt from the slap still and try as they might to ignore it there was no denying it. Whatever it was they were trying to say hung rather heavily on Grey's shoulders and hearing Var mouth off like that right after a trying experience-- what were they to do?

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Grey looked downright disconsolate, and still danced around the subject enough that Var couldn’t entirely quench their frustration, though they bit their tongue. Var’s good mood had evaporated. After all that and Grey was being so vague, could it not have waited for another day?

“I can’t say I understand what this all pertains to, or how being shallow or genuine is relevant. If it is worth something to you, I do not think you shallow. Foolhardy, yes, but not shallow.”

That didn’t seem enough, and as much as Var was tired, Grey now looked exhausted. Var stood up from the chair and walked over to stand across from Grey, reaching out to lightly pat their shoulder. Their hand was shaking from the after-effects of adrenaline following the narrow escape.

“I will admit I am annoyed at the circumstances leading up to that nightmarish experience in the honey dream, but moreso than than, I’m concerned for you. Could you not tell me what it was you wished to say, that it was so important you be genuine? I mightn’t have been home at the time, but I am here now.”

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When Var approached Grey wasn't sure what to say, and when they rested a hand on their shoulder Grey lifted their head to meet Var's gaze. Embarrassed to think of it now, Grey nodded and got up from where they sat and walked to the vanity. They reached into the waste paper bin and pulled out a slightly shriveled rose from days without water.

"I, um... I wanted to give this to you." Grey said quietly, turning to face Var and couldn't quite make their gaze. Never before had Grey's throat felt quite so tight and the words so hard to get out. The rose was garbage now, half wilted, well on it's way to being dead. Quite like how Grey thought their chances were at the current moment in time. "It was fresh and new before, when I went to see you. I just... I wanted to tell you in person how much you've come to mean to me over these last few months." Face starting to go red, Grey still couldn't meet Var's beautiful golden gaze to tell them so. They were half certain that Var would think them a fool and their lip nearly quivered for it. "I-I really was starting to fancy you, Var Sheridan."

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“Ah.” Var went a little red themself and their head wouldn’t stop spinning. That - that certainly explained everything, particularly the timing.

What should they say? They might have had the tiniest inkling of what Grey had been hinting at, but had dismissed it as out of hand. Now Grey was making romantic overtures towards them? It wasn’t - unwelcome, but it was baffling. They hadn’t considered Grey in that light at all.

“I am extremely flattered. Thank you for being so earnest, it must be difficult... Although, I should say, how to put this… I do not think you really know me, insofar as to say that you, ah, fancy me.”

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"...oh." Was all Grey managed to say at first, still holding the half dead rose now in both hands if only to keep from fidgeting. What a sterile, matter of fact thing to say. And here Grey had put their heart out there to tell Var so. "I... I thought we might... That we could get to know one another...?" Grey didn't have the energy to put on a facade now and still could not look at Var. They resolutely refused to look at Var's face least they see Var scowling at them or worse.

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“That is true… If you’ll forgive my lack of eloquence, I really am very surprised.” An understatement of massive proportions. Var stood rather motionless, then in a moment of resolution reached out to take the rose from Grey. “If I am to be honest, I hadn’t thought of you in that light, but I don’t think I would be opposed to, given the right circumstances… Although I should say, if you do come to know me better, if that is what you would want, I need you to be aware that I amn’t all that good a person really when one gets to the heart of the matter. I do try, but I have no illusions about it.”

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Surprise wasn't quite the word for it when Var took the rose from Grey. They could feel the pit of their stomach fall out from under them and looked up at once, only to see Var wasn't going to destroy such a fragile thing. Tense as they were, Grey couldn't just relax even when it seemed like things were turning perhaps in their favor. "I-I would like to, if you would give me the chance." Grey said honestly, finally meeting Var's eyes at last. Now that they could see them, Grey was misty eyed and looked as if they'd held back tears in preparation for disappointment.

Not entirely sure what to do now, Grey gave a wavering smile as best they could and reached out a hand before thinking better of it. No, Var didn't like it before when Grey had touched them, much less attempt to hug them now. "You didn't have to come save me, you know? Or take me to Corpsecage, or entertain any number of strange requests I've made of you. I-I might not know you so well, but I know well enough to think you've a bloody good mask yourself if you're not a good person deep down."

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“Yes, I think I can give you a chance to, I don’t see why not… It won’t be all at once, I need to take my time, so I - while I should apologise for any reticence on my part - I hope you understand that.” Var paused and considered the dried-out rose and how this all might alter their interactions with Grey, and found they didn’t mind. It would be strange at first - how could it not be strange? - but not unpleasant. They would need to put it to Ayara and Aithinne, but didn’t foresee any significant problems there. Var looked over to Grey and met their eyes only to notice them close to tears, and Var gave them a wry sort of smile. Seeing Grey so vulnerable tugged on their heartstrings. “You can be very sweet when you are being sincere.”

Var very carefully sat down next to Grey, close enough that their shoulders brushed.

“I should only hope you still think so when you do learn more about me.”

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Since they had blindsided Var with their confession hearing they would get a chance was more than Grey could have hoped for. They found their smile growing and leaned a little against Var's shoulder gently. "Would... would it be all right to give you a hug?" Grey asked, hoping to do so would make it ok. They had their hopes up after everything that happened but would respect Var if they didn't wish to be.

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“Very much so.” They were thankful for Grey asking; it was unpleasant to be caught out, and they weren’t used to that level of physical intimacy with Grey. But they were far from opposed to the idea. “To tell the truth, I think I might be in need of one after that chase earlier, it has had an awful effect on my nerves.”

“I am afraid I do have two more stipulations for you seeing as you wish to woo me, however, which probably sounds terribly droll but I think it better if you know in advance. More fair to the both of us.”

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Reaching out their arms, Grey pulled Var into a tender embrace and held them close. "I'm sorry about the dream." Grey said quietly, knowing now was not the time to ask about what exactly the party goers were and why they hissed like snakes.

Instead, Grey was happy to hold Var, gently rubbing their shoulder to try and relax them. "Oh?" Grey almost had to chuckle. Var was a funny person sometimes and they wondered what sort of conditions there would be.

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“There was no way you could have known that would happen.” Grateful for the embrace, Var brought their arms around Grey in return. Grey was as warm as one might hope, and Var let their breathing slow as they calmed. They determinedly did not think about the honey dream any longer, and instead tested the phrasing in their mind for what they wanted to say.

“This might be a little difficult to hear, please bear with me… I know I have already said I need to take my time, but if you want me to truly love you, I will need to be able to trust you completely. Not that I think you unworthy of trust currently, but it is hard for me, since I have gotten this far unscathed through my own wariness and through keeping my greater secrets quiet.” Var gave Grey’s shoulder a few pats in an attempt to soften how harsh that must sound. “It might be quite some time until I am comfortable to reveal them. So, now that you are aware of this, I’m afraid I have one more stipulation for you, but this one will be the last.”

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The stipulation in question did actually get a small chuckle from Grey who gave Var a little squeeze fondly. "Must you be so dramatic?" They teased gently, offering their best smile for Var. "Do you really think I've told you everything too? That'll come in time, I'm not worried. I promise." If Var did tell them everything and lay their cards on the table Grey would be rather worried. No one who delves into the Correspondence with as much fervor as Var did got to where they did unscathed; their hands proved that much. No matter what it was Grey was sure that Var would tell them in time no matter their relationship.

Thinking the last stipulation as easily brushed aside as the first, Grey was still smiling as they looked to Var, meeting their golden eyes once more. Fondly, Grey lifted a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Var's ear and marveled at how handsome they looked up close. "And what was the other condition then?" They asked, completely unawares as to what was to come.

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“Not this again.” Var flushed a little and scowled. “I am being very serious, you know! I amn’t sure you can even imagine how serious. Don’t tease me.”

A little embarrassed now, Var only stopped scowling when Grey tucked a hair behind their ear, gaze flicking to Grey’s face and then away again. They were sitting very close. Var was unsure how to act in this situation, especially with how recent the current developments between them were and with what they were about to tell Grey.

“It is a relief that you understand, I don’t want to give the wrong impression…”

“Goodness me, how to say it?” Var chewed on their lower lip a little before they looked to Grey’s eyes again. “Before you try to win my heart, you must know that you would need to share it with others. That is to say, I do in fact have two very dear lovers already. If you were to pursue a romantic relationship with me I would need to divide my time and attentions and affection between you and they, not to mention my research. I do hope that isn’t a disappointment to you.”

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Blink. "What?" There was a very stunned look very suddenly on Grey's face to hear that and their arms around Var did start to slip away now. One could see them roll the thought around in their head as their brow slowly started to pinch between their eyes and Grey gave a tilt of their head. They opened their mouth to say something before thinking better of it and closed it again, glancing away and back to Var. "Two, you say?" Was all they could manage to get out, not sure if they were really certain they had heard Var right and the higher pitched tone belied how concerned they really were about it. Was this competition? Was this merely a fling? The way Var went on almost made love seem a life or death struggle in their eyes. Did it really have to be so dire?

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Grey's abrupt move away from the embrace was... Disappointing. They had been very comfortable. Var picked at the cuff of their sleeve while watching Grey's reaction. If it hadn't been too dispiriting Var would have commented on Grey being the dramatic one this time.

"Yes, two. I am aware it is unusual, but that is simply how it turned out." Realising this was a new concept for Grey, Var ventured further explanation. "It isn't - they aren't rivals. I am in love with them both."

Var's cheeks felt hot - they never usually had to explain the arrangement, since it wasn't anyone else's business. Except Grey right at that moment, and they looked like their brain had congealed at the thought.

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It was still something Grey was trying to wrap their head around since it was clear enough these weren't two rivals or passing flings to Var. Well... That was something they would just have to become accustom to, wasn't it?

"And... this is ok?" Grey asked, not quite sure what more there really was to say on the matter. "With-with me that is?" Hopefully it would be. They would have to meet these other two, supposedly, but so long as Var was all right with it Grey supposed they didn't mind. They both had their own business down here in the Neath and it would be criminal to impose what was socially acceptable-- hypocritical even. At the very least they did seem on board with this condition for further romantic endeavors towards Var Sheridan.

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"Is it really alright?" Grey sounded so uncertain. "If that wouldn't sit well with you, you aren't obliged… Not because you were making overtures previously."

Var wanted to up and leave the room now, but that wouldn't resolve the awkward situation they were in, not really. This was embarrassing, and Grey seemed uncomfortable, and that was making Var uncomfortable.

"It should be perfectly fine with the both of them, particularly as I have had to ask Aithinne for his blessing previously." Var continued to pick at their sleeve. "If you wish to proceed, I will ask them, but I don't foresee it being an issue. We have an understanding of sorts."

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"No, no," Grey couldn't help the ridiculous nature of the situation at hand and gave a quiet chuckle. They lifted a hand to run their fingers through their hair, slightly flushed still after all the nonsense that had gone on. "I meant more... Are you still all right with me doing this? I'm sorry I wasn't clear-- this is all frankly a little out of my depth. I am very suddenly realizing how very little I knew about you!"

Seeing Var was still anxious, Grey reached to put an arm around their shoulders and gave Var a gentle squeeze. No reason to be anxious, they were simply caught off guard. How could Grey have been prepared for that! "I'm still game if you're up for it. You will introduce me to this Aithinne person and the other, yes? I'm looking forward to learning more about you if you'll give me the chance."

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“Oh.” Var let out a relieved breath. “Of course. I would hardly have said we have the chance to get to know each other better if I was not alright with it all, believe you me.” They couldn’t help but smirk at Grey’s realisation. “Never say that I did not warn you.”

Var leaned into the arm Grey slipped around their shoulders. They trusted Grey well enough for that to be soothing, and as for the rest, time would tell.

“Yes, yes, I am. I would be more than glad to introduce you to both of them at some point. They are quite a contrast, but I love both of them fiercely.” Var’s expression softened as they said it, warm gaze wistfully directed at nothing in particular before they looked back to Grey. “I think I could come to love you, given the opportunity, and if all concerned including yourself are content with that, I would like to try. I am honoured you share your honest feelings with me, too, and I should like to learn more about who you are under the mask, Grey.”

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Hearing their luck turning for the better got Grey to smile and they leaned slightly to plant a chaste kiss in Var's hair. They wouldn't dream to try anything more than that now and were contented to just hold onto the person they cared for. However, what they couldn't quite stifle was an impressive yawn and lifted a hand to cover their mouth for the moment. "Ah, excuse me.... Three days, you said? I think it's high time I get some proper sleep with proper dreams." They gave a very sheepish smile for Var. "There'll be time yet for us. You can stay if you'd like and join me for a nap or, well... I realize that's a rather bold request." Grey couldn't help a slightly self conscious laugh. "You're more than welcome to head home if you'd prefer?"

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As Grey pressed a kiss to their head it became clear to Var that yes, this really was happening, whatever this was that they might call it. Grey seemed clear on the conditions Var had presented them with, and not trying to rush them, and all was very pleasant right now, so hopefully they wouldn’t have cause to regret it. Var had to smile a little at Grey’s prodigious yawn.

“Goodness, yes, you must be utterly exhausted. Go to sleep, you masked lothario.”

Var hoped Grey caught the joking tone. They paused at Grey’s request.

“No, I’m afraid I can’t, Aithinne will be expecting me at home. He must be wondering what sort of crisis has kept me the entire afternoon. It’s going to be quite the surprise when I explain it all to him.” Var smoothed down Grey’s hair a bit as they spoke. “Sleep now, and doubtless we will see each other soon.”

Var left Grey’s room and closed the door quietly behind them, noticing the note on the vanity on the way out. It probably had to do with what they had been discussing, so they had almost certainly been better off hearing it from Grey than reading it and then going to find them, but - Var couldn’t help their curiosity, they would have to ask about it next time.

They thought they felt Zucker’s beady little eyes watching them from some corner or other as they made their way to the front door to let themself out. What would the other inhabitants of the house make of all this? They would find out soon enough, but for now Var closed the townhouse door behind them, flagged down a hansom, and wondered how they were going to explain this sudden turn of events to Aithinne.

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Thanks a whole bunch for drawing this!

It was a fun RP, and that was a fun scene to have illustrated with these two fancy goofballs. Var looks very discombobulated which is unusual and entertaining, and I predict yet more discombobulation in their future as Grey continues to try and woo them. :3c

A color sketch of the end of the RP with @prinxvariety​! Grey all dressed up for the Feast of the Rose and turned out, well… more like a butterfly than intended but that’s fine!

This was from my Monthly Request Stream funded by Patreon! If you’re not one of my Patrons yet please consider it and you too can get some sweet art!

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That was a very cute fic! I am curious though: what made you decide for Var to fall for an NPC?

Thank you! :3c I’m glad you enjoyed it!

As for Var having fallen for their version of the Revolutionary Firebrand aka Aithinne aka Bertram Willoughby (which I say because there are so many Firebrands about the place), I originally did not intend to have Var fall for any NPC at all. It just kind of happened because the way that particular storyline developed suited who Var is as a character?

When I started playing further along the Firebrand’s storyline that I realised that he had traits that Var was partial to, particularly being near-perilously earnest. Var is totally weak to earnest people, not only romantically but in general. (Lorem is an important example.) Usually they sort of compensate for that by being standoffish in case that person is trying to deceive them, but they got caught off guard by how honest the Firebrand came across as being. 

Also he’s a shy nerd (who goes to parties and stands around reading by himself) with some sort of moral convictions plus an interest in archaeology, and secretly kind of snarky, so also very much Var’s type in that respect, too. In classic Var style they sort of... Put the moves on him while telling themself that they were only after the information he had, and then accidentally fell for him. I thought that would be fitting and sweet and hilarious, so I went with it.

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Since the Romancapocalypse Does Not Stop, I figured I’d recap on how much of Var’s life has been plagued by romantically-themed coincidences:

They arrived in Fallen London smack dab in the middle of the Feast of the Rose, possibly actually on Valentine’s Day (that is actually when I started playing last year)

Their real name is Valentine, which is partly why they started using a pseudonym, aside from not wanting anyone from the Surface to track them down - it was too damn embarrassing and too much like a bad pick-up line for them to introduce themself to people as Valentine on Valentine’s Day (I decided this later because I thought it would be hilarious)

Their sign of the Chiropteromantic Zodiac is the Lovers (which I actually did not do on purpose, it was a coincidence that happened because I chose a scholarly option)

Their actual birthday is St Valentine’s Day because Catholics were p big on naming children after the Saint’s Day they were born on (which means I finally have a reasonable explanation for their name :p aside from the hilarity involved)

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The bits and pieces I’ve posted so far with Var and Ayara have mostly been very fluffy but honestly their relationship also consists of spooky weirdness, unintentional flirting, occasional murder (mostly of spirifers), mischief, more spooky weirdness, ruining Var’s reputation, Var angsting about the future and Ayara not really getting what the problem is, planning things entirely to cause affront to polite society, Var telling Ayara not to mess with irrigo because jfc, and Ayara constantly shelving the desire to kiss Var right on the face (at least until Var confesses).

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It's cliché as hell but I love Var being oblivious about their feelings towards Ayara. Spoilers: Lorem is going to have to intervene and have a chat with Var about it because Var is too stubborn to admit it to themself.

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(I may have sent this multiple times now I do not remember) Headcanon prompt: Var cuddling with Ayara :3c

Late as heck but I hope you are ready for fluff because that is exactly what this is :3c

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“ - And that’s why Lorem and I have been dumping custard over his head.”

Ayara let out a delighted laugh, running careful claws through Var’s hair.

“So THAT’S the reason behind it! I was wondering if it was to do with both of you having been thrown out.”

“Not at all. Though the look on his face when I made my return was something else altogether…” Var smirked up at Ayara, though their eyelids were beginning to droop and they were holding back a yawn. They were very comfortable, stretched out across the divan and using Ayara’s lap as a pillow.

Lazy conversation had lulled them near to sleep, and this had not escaped Ayara’s notice. Ayara leaned down a little to look steadily into Var’s eyes.

“Go to sleep.”

“Hmm?”

“Take a nap, my love.”

Var made to sit up, but Ayara laid a firm hand on their shoulder and pushed them back down.

“I shan’t be inconveniencing you, shall I?” It was a cursory sort of protest; the didn’t want to trap Ayara in place for potentially hours at a time while they slept, but the prospect of sleeping did sound lovely.

“Nothing of the sort! I have knives here with me that need sharpening ahead of my next Knife and Candle duel. That will keep me more than occupied.” To back this up, Ayara produced several knives and a whetstone from various nooks and crannies of their dress.

“Well, if you insist…” Var smiled slightly, looking up with heavy-lidded eyes for a moment before lying back and closing them. They heard a faint clicking noise as Ayara set down their knives and stroked Var’s hair again for a few minutes until they started drifting off.

“Sleep well, my darling star.”

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I mentioned Var warning Ayara about the Cave and about irrigo, so here’s the short RP @namingisdifficult and myself did to that effect a bit after the Feast of the Rose, where Var notices Ayara has irrigo flecks in their eyes (from having picked up an eyeless skull) and worries about it.

(This also counts as part of the Romancapocalypse, of course.)

Another evening, another dinner at Var’s lodgings. Perhaps Var is anxious that Ayara might feel neglected because they have been so very busy with Aithinne lately, or perhaps they simply wanted to see them. Either way, they have been watching Ayara intently throughout the meal, as if searching for something. The meal concludes, they both move to the chaise longue, Var continues to stare. Var is now rather closer than they were at the dining table, but still seems unsatisfied, and leans in to catch Ayara’s attention with a gaze of grave, unblinking intensity. “May I,” they ask delicately, “examine your eyes for a moment?”

"Ayara always delights in Var's company. The mere sight of them fills Ayara with love and warmth. There are few places they feel more comfortable than sitting across from Var sharing a meal, or sitting next to Var simply sharing a moment. Only, this time Var is looking at them. It's impossible not to notice - the weight of their gaze is almost physical. They are being *examined*. Ayara chooses to let Var bring up whatever has so caught their eye in their own time. They move to the longue, and when Var leans in, Ayara very, very nearly kisses them. They manage to smile instead. "Always, my dearest."

Var gives the slightest of smiles back, but remains serious, intent on confirming what they think they might have seen. While aware of how close they are to Ayara - the warmth of their presence, and the cloying sweet and iron smell of their breath, carrying a faint, worryingly familiar undertone - they remain focused on the matter at hand. Setting a gentle palm to Ayara’s cheek, they study Ayara’s eyes as well as candle light allows. The familiar stormy violant of their irises is scattered with traces of a different purple, and - Var blinks, confused. For a moment, they wonder what they were doing in that position, Ayara’s cheek warm under their fingers. Then Var draws back, clicking their tongue and ignoring the flush that they know has crept across their skin. It undermines somewhat the utter solemnity of their conclusions. “Ayara, I must warn you that irrigo is terribly dangerous, and you must exercise the utmost caution around it. I cannot impress this upon you enough; it is perilous, and the peril to you is far greater than to others.”

"Ayara reflexively returns Var's touch, transfixed by their gaze. They study Var's eyes just as closely as Var studies theirs, admiring their growing inner light and touch of cosmic fire. "You have the most beautiful eyes," they breathe, truly entranced. Then the moment was over, and Var retreated. They make a face when Var brings up irrigo. "I'm aware," they say, their visceral disgust clear. "It's a horrid color.""

Ayara’s touch lingers warm on Var’s cheek even after they retreat, and they duck their head slightly to hide how Ayara’s regard has them blushing. Being so close is… A little overwhelming, even if that closeness is for good reason. “That is - terribly generous of you.” Their fluster is only outweighed by their concern, and that keeps them focused on what they mean to say. “So long as you do know the danger…” They sigh, worry evident in every inch of their expression. “Be careful in the Forgotten Quarter, won’t you? At Hallowmas I told you about what happened to me, and how I have become who I am, and something of the Nadir… It would pain me deeply if the same were to happen to you.”

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Romancapocalypse to-do list (it's still not finished):

some sort of thing of with Var looking back on the Feast of the Rose and being fond but also sort of overwhelmed and deciding to go on a voyage outside London to clear their head (Var...)

type up the piece with Var actually facing up to their feelings and having a very emotionally charged conversation with Aithinne and getting upset for silly reasons

Var worrying about confessing to Ayara for absolutely NO REASON because Var will still manage to worry about it despite Ayara obviously both being in love with them and wanting to smooch the heck out of them

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Yesterday rather than write my Zee shanty and try to get it done ahead of the closing date today, I spent time coming up with scandalous scenarios involving Var and Ayara and Aithinne. All I can say about that is somehow I am not surprised.

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I’ve filled an entire page of Var’s profile with their passionate blithering, so now I’m going to hide away and contemplate my life choices.

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AhhHHHHHHHH

I have been planning this nonsense for way too long. Waaaaaaay too long. 

I’d best get on with it before I miss click or royally fuck up some other ridiculous way. Feel free to snoop on the entry + probably excessive number of headings I’ll write for it once they’re done.

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Of course cue Var’s 11th hour freak out about how tangled up in the Bazaar’s schemes all of this is because THAT’S WHAT THE FEAST’S ABOUT THAT’S WHY LILAC’S AROUNd

Dammit Var don’t allow simple things like the Bazaar’s unending hunger for love stories to ruin your HOT DATE

You can worry about little things like the exploitation of your romantic narrative for the uncaring purposes of a giant space crab LATER

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FINALLY.

Var’s HOT DATE with the Firebrand is FINALLY going to happen.

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From Ayara’s journal. They sent Var a Gold-Spiked Rosary. :3c

More on that topic later, once I’ve had a chance to reply and for Var to send something in return.

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A non-exhaustive list of terms of endearment Ayara has used towards Var:

My dearest, delightful Var

Dearest Var

My dearest Var

My dearest darling vigorous Var

My darling star

My love

My darling Var

My star

My darling

My brightest star

You get the idea. :3c