#also the head is so cursed with no crown but I couldn't bring myself to make him bald I'm not strong enough

[deceptive-lily]

【 Will You Listen?】

Disclaimer: I do not own the game nor the Ikemen villain characters. I only own MY plot and my original character. Also, this is only the background of my OC. I wanted to write her story but this is all I could only do. Watch out for wrong english grammar, since english is not my first language.

Iara Adagio

Name pronunciation:

Iara = ih-yah-rah

Adagio = ah-dah-ji-yow

I sneaked a peek of my family while they are getting praised by our acquaintances after their singing performance. I can't help but feel bitter while watching those people's cheers, their satisfied and amazed smiles... if I ever sing, will they look at me and cheer for me as well?

Will they listen to me?

-

"lara, stay in your room today."

Father said the same order once again. I only nodded dryly and walked upstairs, where I met my two sisters' and my brother's mocking smirks.

One of them masked a concerned, sad look. But I could tell what they really feels just by looking at their eyes. It was quite squinted, as if a smile was being restrained.

"I'm really sorry for this, lara. We could've bring you along with us to sing together but..."

Then, few seconds, her mask immediately came off and looked down on me, triggering my inferiority about my voice. It has always been this way.

"..... I'm afraid your voice will make the audience walk away."

They walked past me, sneering and talked to our parents in a lighthearted way, as if they didn't insult me just now.

My hands gripped on the railings but I loosened it and continued to walk in my room.

This is my daily routine since I was 5 years old.

Whenever my family have an appointment and perform singing, I will have to hide myself in my room. But even if there wasn't any appointment, I know that my family wants me to hide for a long time in here.

In this house, there is a family of soft, bright and angelic singers. It's what you would probably call a family of sopranos.

I am the exception.

When they first heard me sing, I saw their disappointed faces. They looked irritated at the same time.

They said they find my voice ugly. They said I'm tone-deaf.

I actually liked my voice before I had them hear it. I would go somewhere that neither of my family would accidentally go to and practice singing. I am aware I sounded different from them when singing, but I thought despite having it, they would love it. They would be proud that I could sing along with them.

Until I made them hear my voice, I watched how their smiles dropped.

Everything has changed since then. I felt that my presence was gradually fading to them.

They started treating me differently. It was just my voice they were hating at first, but then they started to point out my every flaws. They would hurt me in different and many ways that I can no longer count. They made me realize I didn't belong at all.

I even heard my parents argue because of me.

I crushed their expectations.

My siblings never acknowledged me as a part of our family. Not just them, our parents included.

Just because I don't have a singing voice like theirs. My voice did not sound like what they expected. It wasn't soft. It wasn't angelic. It was... different. And it's ugly... they said.

And then, I heard a voice in my head.

"If you cannot be allowed to sing, don't you think it would be only fair to take theirs so they couldn't sing anymore?"

～。。。

Cursed by

The Sea Witch from

The Little Mermaid

The Dark & Alluring Versatile Singer

"Don't worry. Taking your voice is only fair, I assure you I'll make good use of it."

A mysterious singer with a versatile and wide vocal range. She constantly travels everywhere to make people hear her voice, if those people did not like it however, one blink and they will lose their capability to speak forever. She also seems to take the voices of other singers for some unknown reasons. After all of taking their voices, what does she really want to achieve?

Birthday: October 27

Height: 168 cm

Affiliation: Crown

Curse: Sea Witch: The Little Mermaid

Hobbies: Swimming especially during heavy rains

Skills: Singing, plays 5 instruments (piano, flute, violin, cello and clarinets)

Likes: frozen desserts

Dislikes: Spicy hot foods

Resents: High-pitched, bright voiced singers

Weapon: Dagger

Appearance:

Iara Adagio have complete heterochromia eyes of white and indigo. Her jet black mid-back hair is straight but slightly wavy. It is always styled in the middle, with few strands displayed. Her skin is pale. She would always wear a similar style of long dresses with a deep v-neck, sleeveless and almost hugs her body partnered with heels and face mask.

Ability:

She can take people's voices once they spoke to her, she can use multiple voices to her heart's content to deceive her next targets.

She usually use the stolen voices (especially of former singers) when she sings, so when the audience listens to her, they would hear other voices and find it hypnotizing but eerie.

Fun (not really) fact:

• Iara Adagio was not her original name, after she became an orphan, she changed it.

• She manages to get on William's nerves, since both of them are all about freedom. Iara somehow takes their freedom by taking their capability to speak and voices.

• She's quite fond of Liam.

• She and Alfons makes a fun tandem pranking people and pretty much would become partners in crime.

• She once secretly had a crush on Victor.

～。。。

For the visual of my OC, I'm still on a progress. (　＾ω＾)

What do you guys think about my OC? It's not a well-written one and might not be accurate for you guys, so I'm sorry!

And how do you think the Crown members react when they first met/heard about her? Comment it down! ( ≧∀≦)

[wintertimestoryteller]

Vermeil Adoration

Fierce Deity x Implied Deity Reader (can be Linked Universe or not) Drabble

Me, working on Act IIII and Act V of the LU Fairy Tale Collection: Alright so if we do this with slightly more sleep on us and figure a few things out for First I think it should be good to go-

Also Me: *remembers that because of the nature of the Fairy Tale Collection FD will be missing, is immediately assaulted with an idea, sighs, opening up a new WIP* You know what I'll come back to that, I can't not write for him if he's going to be left out.

For the FD Simps/lovers plus myself as I work on the Fairytale Collection, want to post two chapters at once and also crosspost on Ao3 plus life's been busy, apologies for the delay.

You were created from the breath of life itself.

You are the divinity found in the howling of winds cutting through the woods, the snarling of lightning down to the earth, attempting to touch something it may not have and scorch it so deeply new growth would flourish in a maddened frenzy, the sunlight kissing the ice tenderly though it may never do more than bring the crystalizing to shine, tears dripping knowingly from it's cold gaze as the water turns to rain, watering the land in it's unknowable grief in the closest way it could ever touch the sun in the sky. The joyful sound of wolves singing the moon's beauty with their howls, the birds merrily carrying the melody ever onwards so the sun may also partake of it, gleeful frolicking of fawns and foals discovering the world that the Golden Three left in their wake, the symphony of every animal and nature itself at it's finest.

You look at life itself and find divinity in everything.

So by the nature Farore so lovingly made sure you'd have, one would think you and the one hylians, hyruleans and beasts had dubbed 'The Fierce Deity' would never be able to coexist.

You've heard the one's watched over by your sister in divinity, ever watchful time herself with her diamond wings and gaze who pierced to the end of eternity itself with Nayru's patience whisper in primal terror and avarice drenched loathing about him to the trees in every corner of the land, heard beasts under the watch of death and rot himself curse his name to the winds and rain with as much ferocity and fury induced fear as the restless whispers of those denied existence, your brother in eternity with his shell of obsidian and the flames of Din's desire of consumption ever burning in his gaze daring not cross where the ivory and jade forged spirit passed. And of the horror and wonderment of your wild beings as they've hissed and howled and growled and screeched to the flowers and stones of nature.

A man like the hunt itself, divine without the vermeil breath of the primordial ones. The unrelenting slash of the blizzard gales in winter against any unfortunate to stand in their way, leaving the cold emptiness and silence behind, stealing the air from the lungs of living beings like the ocean for those unfortunate enough to fall with no sign of land. An ivory specter of death whom seemingly clawed himself from the void, an harbinger for the End with seemingly no rhyme or reason for those who he set his sights into, either to devour their divinity for himself or favor or bless.

A being like that should have been anathema to all you are and stand for. Or at least it's what anyone, including your divine sister and brother would reason.

Which is why you couldn't help but find it slightly comedic that the so called 'awful beast', capable of enacting such violence to consume divinity on a whim if tested. Was so very careful with you, head laid upon your lap in a rare moment of rest as you carefully weaved flowers into a crown.

You were curious, awfully so, like the foxes who roamed your woods in search of amusement and play, you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he was coming, how could you not, when the primal fear of living things echoed in the back of your mind, warning you as it warned animals of a bigger predator in the food chain? But you didn't run. Not in the face of narrowed, calculating pale eyes and alabaster hair and the scent of iron in the air, thick and old you couldn't mistake it for anything but blood and the marrow deep certainty of a lonsdaleite persistence.

Maybe you should of, in hindsight.

Instead you just blinked with evergreen curiosity, fascination bleeding from your lips before you could even think of stopping yourself, head tilted.

"My. Rumors are certainly exaggerated, you're beautiful."

The memory of his bewildered, flustered caution makes you smile a bit, as everything in between flowed naturally like spring petals on a breeze. You feel an armored hand on your cheek, so, so soft and careful, as if you were as fragile as a flower, and a calm, relaxed rumble of tourmaline lazy curiosity and aquamarine fondness, "Anything on your mind, my breath?"

You couldn't help your chuckle, emerald fondness running around the mosaic of your divinity as you gently run your hand through starlit hair, nuzzling the hand on your cheek and hoping to convey even half the warmth he gave you, "Reminiscing, worry not. Rest a bit more before you must go." You hear him sigh as you place the flower crown on his head, as pale as his hair, but as delicate as your sister in divinity's wings, threaded pthalo like the flame of his existence.

"... Must I? I was late this time, it's only proper I redeem myself for making you wait." He questions, reluctant and guilty in equal measure, fondness blooms over your lungs as you poke his nose, smiling bright, if dim as you answer him, "I'd dare not attempt to deny you your nature, I do not know what you hunt, what you're searching for. But it would be cruel to chain you."

The man many had dubbed 'Fierce Deity' nuzzles into your hand, nestling in close like a wolf over catch, you catch the hints of a frown on his face, "It's hardly chaining when I wish to stay, is it?"

Your breath almost is trapped in your lungs, but you shake yourself out of it, chuckling as you brush your lips over his markings, crimson affection as the carmine and lapis lazuli of his Hunt. The cheek of this man, for that's what you all are in the end, divinity or not, "Maybe not, though for all you rest here with me you still itch to run and hunt. Do you not, my dear warrior?"

The silence is only broken by the whispers of the leaves of the woods carried by the wind and the curious chirping of birds, his unwavering moonlit gaze giving away nothing. And it tells you enough.

You smile, brushing your noses together, spring breeze playful and sun warm, "If you're that worried, then just come back earlier, if you can. I'll have something new for you to look at, and I'll always wait. We have time."

In a flash, you find your positions reversed, your back and hair to the flowers and your wonderful, ever mischievous hunter above you, you yelp and you can't help but laugh before the sound is stolen by his lips. And he cradles your cheeky gently, so very kindly, and when he leans back he looks at you as if you're the first glimpse of water for a man in the desert, or the way a wolf longingly looks at the moon, and it cracks the phosphophylite of your soul and fills it with the gilded gold of emerald love, "... Thank you. I will not keep you waiting long again. I shall remain for now, though. The call can wait."

I love you. I want to stay with you.

"I know." Your hands gently thread through his hair, gleeful as you notice the rare curve of a smile as his cap lays abandoned in the glass, but your flower crown remains, "Be safe, when you do go. I'd be lovely if something happened."

I love you too.

He shakes his head, giving you an unimpressed look, "I cannot be harmed in any way that matters."

You fondly roll your eyes, pressing your index and middle finger to your lips, then touching it lightly against his own, he all but freezes. You refuse to allow him to distract you with admittedly charming affection, and you take the opportunity to tug him into your arms, shifting your positions so you can utilize him as a pillow, safer than you ever felt in your many eons of existence, more comfortable than the stars painting the canvas of the sky with their dance, "Promise me you'll be safe, and you can claim what's yours once you're back. For now I tire of your stubbornness."

You feel his chest rumble, maybe a laugh, maybe a purr or a growl, but he holds you close, steady and lovelier than even the world the goddesses created. "As you wish, my dearest blossom."

You both fall asleep to the songs of nature, you know he'll hunt again, you know he'll be gone soon like late night mist. But for now, a promise for an eternity of this, like how the mortals speak of, is enough.

[rains-pace]

i saw a post about ranboo's old minecraft skin and felt compelled to draw it immediately (+ the sketch)

Original post by @/gayranboo under the cut!

[bragganhyl]

1 fluff or 10 angst for whichever pair fits it?

Thank you, Sierra 💖🥺💖 I went with the second one.

Have some Aloth x Watcher cursed object melodrama.

Word count: around 1150 words

"Why didn't you tell me? I thought you trusted me."

Gaura slammed the Burned Book shut. It took her senses some time to return to her immediate surroundings but the knowledge of them helped. She was in her cabin, sitting on her bed, the book was on her lap. The smell of smoke wasn't real, the ashes dancing in the air weren't real and the figure in front of her... It was real, but it wasn't whom she's been looking at.

Aloth stood in front of her, with his arms crossed and a disapproving frown etched so deep into his features that the Watcher was almost convinced it would never go away.

'I hope it was an enlightening read,' he said as he snatched the book from her lap. He ran his fingers on the cover, along the edges of the broken crown. His gaze turned softer but more sorrowful. 'Give me one reason why I shouldn't toss this into the ocean.'

'I... I can't give you one,' Gaura rubbed her eyes, still somewhat disoriented. 'I've been tempted to do that myself.'

The wizard turned his gaze to her once again. His eyes were filled with anger, the kind of anger that Gaura only saw a few times in those eyes - the kind of anger that would only hurt him because without a clear target to direct it at, it would only leave him helpless and powerless. The Watcher stood up and approached him. She placed a hand on Aloth's, but he only gripped the book tighter. She sighed softly then slowly dragged her hand up along his arm. Only when she cupped his cheek, did his expression change: he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. His tension was still so palpable, that Gaura could almost touch it. But with that tension came a sense of fragility and she was worried the elf would crumble if she did truly reach for him.

'Why didn't you tell me?' He whispered against her palm. 'I thought you trusted me.'

'I do trust you. But I also knew you would be upset. And rightfully too,' she let her hand drop from his face and stepped away. She moved closer to the windows, hoping that the far horizons would offer her some clarity.

'That is an understatement. I just walked in on you holding one of the Leaden Key's most sacred artefacts, completely entranced,' he tossed the book on the bed as if it burned his hand.

Gaura's heart sank as she turned to Aloth. 'Do... Do you not know what it does?' When the wizard shook his head, a shiver ran through her, and she felt almost nauseous.

'All I know that the Leaden Key's doctrines originate from these books. The Book and the Key was a reference to these doctrines and in ou-... their role to uphold them,' he squinted at the Watcher with suspicion as he stepped closer to her. 'Why? What does it do exactly?'

She scratched the glowing mark on her chest, unable to meet his gaze. 'It allows me to talk to Woedica directly.'

Aloth's eyes widened. He spent a moment staring at her, his mouth opening to say something, before he thought the better of it. He glared at the book, while his hands turned to fists. His face and body reflected nothing but the urge the rip the book to shreds.

'Why would you...?' He asked through gritted teeth, unable to finish the question. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Gaura couldn't tell if the question was aimed at her or Woedica.

'It was just delivered here one day,' the Watcher explained. 'I opened the book out of curiosity and... before I knew it I found myself chatting with Woedica. As it turns out, finding out about the origin of the gods makes us the first members of the enlightened society. As such... It is our, but especially my, responsibility to bring about the enlightened society. Or we will end up like the Engwithans. At least that's what she told me.'

'And I assume she's been giving you invaluable advice on how to pave the way for society in order to save it from annihilation,' Aloth's voice rang with bitterness and cynicism. 'Do you not see what she's trying to do?'

'I know exactly what she's trying to do,' Gaura crossed her arms. 'Without Thaos, the Leaden Key is on the verge of falling apart. It won't take long until that actually happens. And to top it all off, Eothas is out and about, doing who knows what that might diminish her authority even more. She losing control and she wants me to reclaim it for her.'

Aloth blinked at her. His shoulder relaxed, but his posture was still tense. 'Then...? What's the point of talking to her?'

The Watcher chuckled ruefully. 'I like doing the exact opposite of what she wants me to do. It works out quite decently most of the time.' She shrugged. 'Besides... She's willing to spill secrets that the other gods aren't. I don't trust a thing she says, of course, but it's a decent enough first clue to investigate further,' she tried smiling at the wizard but her expression was strained. She wasn't willing to tell him that most of all, she's been trying to buy the world more time, hoping that some honeyed words rolling off a silver tongue could stay a goddess' hand. At least long enough until she can put the current crisis behind her.

The wizard didn't seem completely convinced. He walked up to Gaura, casting protective spells on himself. He reached behind her head and pulled her in a restrained embrace. She on the other hand felt suddenly overcome with the urge to hug back as tightly as she could. To pour all her frustration over the book and the goddess talking through it into their connection, and to let their contact crush it until there was nothing left of it.

'You're playing a very dangerous game,' he said in a soft voice, full of worry. 'I... I wish you got rid of that thing.'

'I want the same, Aloth. Please, believe me,' she nuzzled his neck. She felt a light tremor run through him, then he held her a little tighter.

'I do believe you,' he answered. He sighed, barely audibly. 'If... if you must continue these conversations then... At least talk things through with me afterwards. Please. I... I do not want to lose you... not like this, not to her.'

Gaura pulled away slightly, just enough to claim Aloth's lips. She could taste his desperation on his tongue.

'Alright,' she sighed against his lips afterwards. 'I do trust you,' she assured him once again. But mostly she assured herself. She knew how strong Aloth could be. She was willing to trust him to be her shelter the way she's been his.

[writing-fanics]

[ Mamoru x Fem!Reader ]

•Legend of the Forgotten Moon Princess•

[Part III] Mamoru and Y/n

a/n: in this chapter y/n and mamoru spend sometime together getting to know each-other a bit more...]

so complete of season one follows the manga the next part of the story will be season ii cause i really like that season.. but for the final battle im doing the show version with a twist at the end.... so im taking out the manga version of the reincarnation and having the tv show version instead since that one is more impactful and i like it more. 

[ Finding Sailor Jupiter ] 

[Y/n] was at the Crown Game Center, with Usagi, Ami, and Makoto. The new transfer student in Class 6,  [Y/n] watches Makoto play the Sailor V, game. 

"You sure you’ve never played this game before?” Usagi asks, Makoto.

”it’s the same as fighting in real life.” Makoto says, to her.

”you let the bad guy chase you so you can catch him off guard, then you hit him with your ultimate attack!” She says, as she plays the game.

”Ultimate attack!” Usagi says, in awe.

”Hi Usagi! Y/n! You’re here early today.” Ami says, as she walks towards them.

”Oh! Hi, Ami!” Both Y/n and, Usagi say. Looking towards her.

”Have you met the new girl yet? She just transferred into, Class 6 today.” Usagi says, to her.

“I’m Makoto Kino,” she says, looking over at Ami.

”I’m Ami Mizuno. I go to Juban, too. It’s so nice to meet you.” She says, to Makoto.

"Nice to meet you too." Makoto says, looking at the game. Then Motoki came over, "Hey Usagi! So are all the girls you're friends with cute." He says, and he looks and sees Makoto who turns her head and, looks at him. A blush spread across her cheeks, 

"Its...you." She says, quietly looking at him. Then the sound of game over interrupted them, she turned back towards the screen. 

"Oh! Nothing I thought you were someone else.." She says, looking back at them game.

[TIme-Skip] to bridal shop cause this bitch lazy.. 

"Well this is the bridal shop he was talking about." Ami says, as the girls look at it. 

"It's also the same one Naru went to." Usagi says, looking at it.

"Where's Mako?" She says, looking around and sees her looking up at the shop, with a blush spread across her face. She sees a dress and, looks at it. 

"So gorgeous. I wish I could wear a dress like that." Mako says, to herself.

As two girls pass by, "See thats the bridal shop." One girl says, pointing to it. 

"You mean that's the shop thats cursed?" the girl beside her asks. 

"That's right! Sometimes people see it! That ghost bride." [Y/n] says, looking at the shop.

"The mannequin on the balcony wanders around at night, trying to seduce the male-passers by Everybody! says so." She says, to them. 

"And if you buy a dress from the shop, you become cursed by the ghost bride. and spend your life in misery." She says, looking at the shop. 

"Whaa? Well, when I do get engaged, I'm not going to go there for a dress." Mako thinks, to herself. The girls, make their way towards Rei's. 

Rei looks at Makoto and, feeling a powerful presence from her. All the girls catch Rei up, on the bridal shop. 

"A cursed bridal shop? The ghost of a bride? Yes, it is suspicious." Rei says, to her friends.

"That groom who went missing...I wonder if he was seduced by that ghost bride?" Ami says, to herself. 

"If he was, he's got no-one to blame but himself for being lured in by a ghost." Rei says, her arms folded. Makoto then turn back towards the girls, 

"This is all too complex for me. I'm going home." Makoto says, to the girls then leaves. And, as she does Luna, jumps up onto Rei's, shoulder. 

"Luna.." Rei says, looking towards Makoto...

"Yes.." Luna says, as she looks up at Rei. 

"The day we're all assembled might be sooner than we think." Rei says, watching as Makoto walks away.. 

[Y/n] was fast asleep, in her bed when all of a sudden Tuxedo Mask, appears at her window. She gasps and, watches as he runs away. She rushes out of bed and, follows him. Atlas notices and, notifies everyone. 

"Ami-Chan, Rei-Chan, Usagi-Chan, Wake up! Tuxedo Mask is leading Y/n-Chan away!" Atlas shouts, into the watch..[Y/n] arrives at the Bridal Shop from before, and gasps seeing Makoto. Everyone else, arrives and transforms. Seeing the ghost bride, 

'Lunar Prism Power! Make-Up!' She shouts, as she transforms into Sailor Luna. And, everyone else into their own respective guardian. 

"Stealing the sacred form of the blushing bride and whispering of love! We wont stand for it!" Sailor Moon, shouts at the ghost bride.

"I'm the Sailor Guardian, Sailor Luna. Who fights for the stars and, the moon above." 

"I'm the pretty guardian sailor moon who fights for love, and for justice.." 

"And, I'm the Sailor Guardian Sailor Mercury." 

"And I'm, the Sailor Guardian Sailor Mars.." 

"And we'll punish you" 

They say..

"You were controlling and tricking people?" Makoto says, looking at the ghost bride. 

"You mean you were serious damn it.." She says, as a symbol appears on her forehead. 

"I'll let you know about a woman's pure feelings with raw strength." She says, picking up the ghost bride, then she suddenly transforms into Sailor Jupiter. 

"Flower Hurricane!" She shouts, as a flower hurricane appears. "Jupiter, the planet I guard, bring a storm!! And down your thunder!" She shouts, at Nephrite. 

"Jupiter Thunder-bolt!" She shouts, as a thunderbolt strikes Nephrite killing him...Makoto falls to the ground, and all the girls run towards her to see if she's okay and, she was. And, Luna tells her that she's Sailor Jupiter..

- sorry for it being terrible and short i was using the manga' 

[ time skip ] y/n's off doing her own thing she has work to do..

[Y/n] sighed, as she looked at the papers scattered on her desk. [Y/n] wrote down stuff, from her textbook down onto the paper. She looks down and, groans. She barely got any sleep last night, since she was up all night just, working on this and, was tired really tired. 

She sighs and, decides to take a break. She makes some coffee and, decides to go out for a walk. Not knowing about what was happening outside, after walking for about ten minutes, she began to feel dizzy.

'My head is all fuzzy and, my strength is going... ugh what's going on?' She says and, she begins to fall to the ground. 

'Must be the work of the enemy..' She thinks, as she falls to the ground. 

Mamoru rounds the corner and, sees [Y/n] lying on the ground unconscious. He runs towards her, quickly checking for a pulse. He brings his hand to her cheek, "Hey! Snap out of it." He says, to her. And, she stirs awake looking him in the eyes, but seeing Tuxedo Mask. 

"Tuxedo Mask!" She says, in amazement looking at him. 

"What are you doing here?" She asks, as her cheeks turn red.

"My bad judgement and actions brought us to this point." He says, to her and, she looks at him in shock. 

"Tuxedo Mask! So this whole situation was your.... You did it are you actually?" She asks, worried. 

"No, I'm not! I didn't mean for this to happen! I wanted to find the Legendary Silver Crystal no matter the cost. But I didn't have any information to work on!" He says, looking at her.

"And I don't have powers like you do!" He says, to her. And she gasps, 

"You must transform into Sailor Luna! I can't do anything about this situation myself at this point." He says, and, she gasps once more. 

"Y-You know I'm Sailor Luna.. Just who in the world are you?" She asks, looking him in the eyes. 

"You're the only one who can come to the rescue." He says, to her. And she looks him, in the eyes. Those familiar eyes, that would seem that she sees everymorning. 

[Y/n] stands up and, places her hands on her brooch. 

'Lunar Prism Power Make-Up!' 

[Y/n] then makes, her way to where everyone else, was...She gasps, seeing so many people, lying on the ground she didn't know if they were dead or just unconscious. Even though she's seen stuff from the enemy, nothing to this extent. She was scared nervous, what if she couldn't bring anyone back... 

But then she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, "Snap out of it Sailor Luna! I know you can do it." Tuxedo Mask, said to her as tears ran down her cheeks. Then a stick appeared and, it was in the shape of a star. She takes it in her hands, "Please! Take everybody.. and give them back their lives! Please!" She shouts, holding the stick.. 

And, after she did and, everyone was waking up. She suddenly felt sleepy and, went limp. "Sailor Luna?" He says, grabbing hold of her, before she hit the ground. 

"You used too much power?" He says, looking down at her. A smile, spread across his face as he looks at her. He tucks, a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"But well done.. Sailor Luna." He says, to her as he picks her up bridal style. 

'What is this?' 

"This familiar warmth..' 

"It's as if this warmth is giving me back my energy'

As he places her on the his bed, he looks at her. She seemed so at peace, even though using up so much power and energy during that fight. 

[Time-Skip] 

[Y/n] woke up, in an unfamiliar place. She looked around, she was lying in someone else's bed. 'Where.. am I?" she says, as she looks around. She looks down and, sees a pocket watch. She looks at it and, sees that it has the phases of the moon on it. 

"So you're awake?" Mamoru says, as he looks over at [Y/n] who looks, over at him. Then she looks at the suit he was wearing, 

"Why are you Tuxedo Mask...?" She asks, looking at him. 

"It's for my memory. That's why I have to get my hands on the Legendary Silver Crystal." He says, to her and, she looks at him.

"Your memory?" She asks, looking into his eyes. 

"I lost my parents, on my sixth birthday. There was a car accident and, I lost both of my parents. And, I forgot who I was." He says and, [Y/n] gasps tears running down her cheeks. 

"And, I started having the same dream over and over. Find the Legendary Silver Crystal.. Just that phase. time and time again in my dreams." He says and, she looks at him. 

"And before I knew it... I was stealing through the city at night like some strange sleep-walker! Wearing a tuxedo like some phantom thief." He says, 

"The only clue to my past, are the word find the legendary silver crystal." He says, 

"What about you?" He asks and, she blushes looking down. 

"Um... Well it isn't so quite defined Atlas told me to find it alongside Sailor Moon, and protect it, so.." She says, blushing. 

"I see." He says and, she looks at him curiosly. 

[Y/n] brought the mask closer to his face, placing it over his eyes. She should've known, that all to familiar voice that she heard, every morning. Those all to familiar eyes she'd, get lost in. Even though she only lives a few doors down the hall. This moment in time between them felt like, they've met this way before but in different circumstances. But at this moment, if time were to stop she wouldn't mind at all. 

She looked down nervously, her heart racing. "A-Atlas is waiting for me. I... have to go home." She says, turning to leave but stops, when Mamoru place his hand, on her shoulder. Her heart pounding against her chest, "N/n." He says, and she turns around to look at him. 

A blush spread across her face, "N/n. Your bag." He says, and she nervously takes it from him. Covering her face with it, as her face turned bright red. She walks towards the door, and leaves. 

'...He called me "N/n" That's who he said.' She says, thinking to herself as she walks down the hallway to her apartment, her heart racing as she thinks of him. 

'Maybe I could call him "Since he's Mamoru, maybe I can call him Mamo-Chan.' She thinks, stopping outside her door. She reaches, into her pocket. And pulls out Mamoru's broken pocket watch, 

'I brought it with me... his broken pocket watch.' she stares at it, bringing it to her lips and kissing it. This all too familiar warmth returning once more, but stronger than ever before. [Y/n] has never fallen in love before, but this moment was completely different, she feels like she already knows him. 

He's opened up to her, he trusts her enough to tell her why he's going after the Legendary Silver Crystal. That moment, between them just moments ago. Felt as if they were in a fairy tale, as if they were two lovers. Finding out each-other's secret identities,  a fairy tale she wanted to be in. 

She never thought she'd fall in love so quickly, but it doesn't feel wrong. Not one bit, for to her it feels like she's falling in love with him all over again. As if she knew him from as past life. She looked up, hearing that voice once more. 

'You're my one and only love.' 

She walked into her apartment and, sighed as she thought of Mamoru. She brought her hand up to her face, her face bright red. A smile spread across her face, as she looked at the broken pocket watch. She held it close to her chest, holding it over her heart. 

'Is this what being in love is like?' 

{ Chapter Four } Princess Serenity and Princess Y/n  Sneak Peek

And how Mamoru noticed, how shaken and scared she was. When they tried to talk to her, [Y/n]'s face turns red, as she feels Mamoru's hand on hers. "Are you okay?" He asks, and she looks down, then at him. Her heart racing, pounding against her chest. "Yeah, I'm fine Mamo. Just seeing them, after all those years startled me." She says, looking up at him, smiling. 

They close the gap between them, their lips touching. [Y/n]'s hand places her hands, on Mamoru's chest. This kiss between them, felt magical familiar as if, out of a fairy tale. Mamoru places his hands, on her waist. She didn't want, this moment between them to stop. 

He weakly brings his hands up, looking at [Y/n] who looked down at him worried, tears in her eyes. 'I remember now, I came back to be with you again. I found you, Y/n." He says, his hand going limp.

"My...Star." He says, and [Y/n] looks down at him in shock, tears streaming down her cheeks. [Y/n] shakes her head, and screams in anguish. As she wraps her arms around Mamoru, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

[laequiem]

Mal d’amour - Part 6

/5 times the High King of Elfhame missed his exiled wife + 1 time she had enough.

"Jude," I gasp, "you're here." "Yes," she presses her sword against my throat enough to sting, "and I will slit your throat before you can call the guards. So don't." I narrow my brows. "Why would I call the guards?" She's here. She's back. I know I should be terrified. Jude scares me, usually. Yet, today, it’s as if I do not care if she kills me. Seeing her one last time is worth my spilled blood.

TW: Vomit. Not very descriptive, but it’s there.

Read on ao3 • masterlist • part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • part 4 • part 5

It is still bright outside when I regain consciousness and leave the cellars. I sway as I walk the hallways of the palace, willing my body to keep all this alcohol down and not make a fool of myself in public. The guards standing in front of my rooms look worried when they see the state I am in, but they let me in without a word.

With no one around to witness me so low, I head straight to the bathroom and kneel in front of the porcelain throne.

High King, indeed.

The alcohol tastes worse now that it did when I drank it and I relish in how terrible I feel. I deserve it. The burning, the pain, the shame. Perhaps I should not have waited to reach my rooms, the people of Elfhame deserve to see what a wretch their ruler is.

I get up and head to the sink. I barely recognize the male staring at me in the mirror. I have not bothered with makeup in days now, and the old remnants of it smudge down under my eyes. I strip away my days-old clothes, then I wet a cloth and wash my mouth, my face.

When I leave my bathing room, I am immediately pinned against a wall, cold steel pressing against my throat. I wait for the dread and fear to kick in, but it does not come until I lower my gaze towards my assailant and notice the pure rage in her stare.

"Exiling me was not enough, you had to also add insult to injury?" 

"Jude," I gasp, "you're here."

"Yes," she presses her sword against my throat enough to sting, "and I will slit your throat before you can call the guards. So don't."

I narrow my brows. "Why would I call the guards?"

She's here.

She's back.

I know I should be terrified. Jude scares me, usually. Yet, today, it’s as if I do not care if she kills me. Seeing her one last time is worth my spilled blood.

"I thought we were past being horrible to each other, Cardan," she spits my name like a curse and I wince at the reminder of how horrible I used to be, "this taunt you sent me is cruel even for you!"

Silver lines her eyes, unshed tears threatening to drop, and I clamp my hands at my side to prevent myself from reaching for her. 

"Jude, I…” I let out a nervous laugh and her upper lip curls, “I never sent you any taunts.”

She snarls and removes something from her pocket.

"Yeah? What is this then?"

She waves a piece of paper around, one that was clearly crumpled but she tried to flatten as much as possible. I narrow my eyes to focus on what is written on it, but she is moving it too quickly even for my fae senses.

"Can you remove your sword and let me read it," I swallow my pride and add, "please?"

Jude pulls away her sword, still gripping it tightly. She gives me the note and I recognize it immediately as the one I asked the Court of Shadow to deliver.

"This is… the last plea of a desperate male," I look away from her, my cheeks heating with the shame of the confession, "I know you never replied the other letters and I should have taken the hint, but—"

I hide my face with my free hand. 

"I couldn't give up without telling you… this," I wave the note like she did earlier.

I can't get myself to say the words, not when she looks at me like that. Like she sees everything that I am, the fear, the want, the loneliness.

She backs away, sheaths her sword and paces the room. I just stand there, dumbfounded. Eventually, she settles on the rolled arm of an armchair and crosses her arms. When she looks at me again, her eyes widen and she looks away, suddenly realizing how naked I am. I would tease her for being prudish if it weren't for the fact that I am walking on eggshells

"Say it," she orders. She rolls her eyes when I narrow mine in confusion, "say what's on the paper. Out loud."

I realize that she wants to make sure I am not lying. She must not know that I cannot even write falsehoods. It is what makes agreements between territories so long and boring—rulers arguing over wording, trying to weave loopholes that could be used in their favour.

I walk the few meters separating us, then drop to my knees in front of her. Her gaze snaps back to me as I take her hands in mine.

"I miss you, Jude, my Queen," I bring her hand to my mouth and gently kiss her ring finger. "Stay with me, I beg you."

Jude removes a hand from mine and reaches for her belt. I had not noticed before that she had something hanging there. She removes the fabric covering it, revealing the crown I commissioned for her. It is dented and one of the jewels missing.

"Suppose I believe you, why this?"

I stand up and pick up the crown. I run my thumb over a particularly bad dent. Did it get damaged as it traveled?

"To remind you what you fought for. I shouldn't have, I know,” I sigh, “I couldn't… fathom why you would stay there. Why you chose not to come back."

"I was banished, Cardan! You—" she grunts, "put some clothes on! I can't yell at you when you look like… that."

I raise a brow and run a hand through my hair, "Like what you see?" 

Her face gets redder, her frown deeper. It’s so, so easy to tease her. 

"No!” she snaps.

"Ah,” I turned away, making for my closet, “I didn't know human males could even compare."

"That's not it—" a snort, "Vivi did try. She wanted me to… date. We created a profile on one of those apps."

I have no idea what “apps” are, but I feel a weight lifting from my shoulders at the casual conversation. The confiding tone. I put on my robe, tying it at my waist. 

"I don't know their customs. They see that I don't belong."

I look back to the room and find her standing next to the window, looking out towards the mortal realm. She is holding the crown I sent her, admiring how the daylight reflects on its gems.

"You belong here,” I say softly.

She whirls on me, her eyes full of renewed rage.

"Will you STOP? You don't get to say that. Not after what you did,” she crosses her arms again, “If you really missed me, why didn't you come get me?"

I flinch, thinking back to the Bomb asking me the same question.

"You ignored my letters. I thought that was your way of telling me you were done with my kind."

"I never received any letter."

I roll my eyes, “I understand that you’re angry, Jude dearest, but don’t lie. Not about that.”

“I’m serious. Radio silence, for all these months.”

My heart drops. The Bomb was right, my letters never made it to her. My chest aches with a new kind of dread. By giving up, by not being pushy enough, did I cause her suffering? I always lacked ambition. It is only fitting that my faults cause her more pain.

“I suppose that saves me some embarrassment,” I laugh nervously as she turns back to the window, “some of them were quite… pathetic."

Jude does not reply. She keeps staring out in the distance, her fingers absentmindedly stroking the iron or the crown. I approach the window where she stands and look out.

“I somehow managed not to burn it to the ground,” I look to her and smirk, “yet.”

“You’re terrible,” she replies, and I swear I can hear a smile in her tone.

“I need you to keep me in check.”

I turn to her and gently take the crown from her hands. It burns my hands, the skin blistering from the iron, but I ignore it. For a moment, I just stare at it.

“Elfhame needs to know her High Queen," I raise my eyes to hers, "Jude Duarte, will you rule with me?"

She does not answer me, her lips clamped in a tight line.

"Do you wish for me to propose again?" I push.

A small smile creeps on her face and my knees threaten to buckle at the sight. 

"Maybe. I do like seeing you on your knees," she lifts an eyebrow.

"Don't push your luck," I reply with a grin.

She laughs and it is the most beautiful sound I have heard in months. Even she seems surprised by it, her eyes widening.

I ask again, this time softer, "Will you rule with me?"

Her throat bobs. She looks to the crown, back to me and finally answers, "yes."

The smile that blooms on my face is wide and genuine. I lift the crown above her head and, after brushing a strand of hair back in place, place it upon her head.

When I pull away, I let my hand linger, a knuckle brushing against her cheek gently.

"Welcome back, my High Queen."

[circuscarnage]

A Prince By All Means.

Guess who was in a writing mood. Yay, it’s me. Feeling down because I hadn’t had motivation recently, but then I remembered the prince uniforms and the conversation about the prince cafe, and here we are. So if you’re feeling bored in lock down, why not read a crack fic about the prince cafe, featuring Nathaniel and Sarge by @prometheanglory ?

Sorry Vy for dragging this concept through the mud.

Words: 2438.

When Nathaniel was called to the headmasters office earlier that day, he had prepared himself to be reprimanded for the latest poison incident. Some poor Pomefiore soul had mistakenly taken a bite out of the fresh batch of candy apples, and paid a horrible price. All things considered, he had purchased a new poison and wanted to test it out, at least he knew it was worth the price. The last thing he expected was to be greeted with an frantic Crowley and a passive Sarge. As soon as he entered the room the attention was brought to him. Sarge smiled and waved as Crowley haphazardly shoved the spare papers into his desk before ushering the boy over. 

Here he told them about his idea. After the last overblotting incident, the school needed some funding for refurbishments. Of course, the headmaster couldn't reach out the the federal board for help. Even though their funding would be a great help, if they found out just how many students had fallen into overblot, the Night Raven Reputation would be ruined. Crowley had to take matters into his own hands, and what better way than a charity fundraiser? However, this particular fundraiser was somewhat unorthodox. Instead of doing something like a bake sale, or a book fare, it was a host club.

"We have students catering to different types of individuals, so there is something there for everyone." Crowley explained. "All you need to do is sit down with them, talk to them, and ensure they have an enjoyable time." He turned to look at the white haired bot first.

"Sarge, I am aware that you have gained quite the following since coming to Night Raven. I believe they are on their way to forming some sort of religion, calling themselves a church. And Nathaniel, many would welcome the chance to be hosted by royalty. It would surely be a wonderfully opportunity for students." He then explained the event in further detail, saying he would pair the two up, putting them together in a 'sweet and sour' package. Nathaniel was highly against the idea. He already had to deal with Sarge enough in their dorm, now he was expected to be a package deal with him? No way. "I will not lower myself to be lumped together with such an immoral, licentious-

"I think it's a great idea." Sarge briskly cut in, covering Nathaniel's mouth with one hand, rendering his onslaught of insults useless. "After all, plenty of students have been distressed over the incidents, I think they need something to relax their nerves." He removed his hand from the others face and rested it on his chin, as if trying to remember something. "I should know. Many have come to me seeking sanctuary. And I always provide."

Nathaniel grimaced, remembering the amount of students he had to forcibly remove from their room. Sarge would always tease him about it after, saying if he wanted to be alone with him, he could have just asked. That always earned him a swift punch to the face, as well as Nathaniel storming out of the room shortly after. He had requested several times to switch rooms, but students were unwilling to put up with either of them. He had also expressed his disgust for his roommate in written form, which he would send to his mother, but she has yet to respond.

"Fantastic!" Crowley brightly stated. He walked back over to his desk and began to scribble down some notes on paper. "The event starts at two pm, in the grand hall. You'll have to come a little early to get changed into the uniforms. You'll enter once all of the other guests have been seated. Of course, you need to know that there will also be people from outside to enjoy the events so I expect the both of you to be on your best behaviour-"

Before Crowley could finish his sentence, a hand slammed down on the table before him. Seething away whilst listening to Crowley's exposition, was a disgruntled prince who only got more agitated by the second. He glared down the headmaster with burning eyes, singeing a hole into the older mans subconscious. He had never said he would agree to take part in this event. The old crow was getting far too ahead of himself, and he had to put a stop to these assumptions. 

"Bold of you to assume I would ever partake in such a ludicrous event. You insult me, Crowley." The Headmaster was taken aback by this sudden outburst. He didn't think a simple idea would trigger such a negative reaction. Even Sarge was impressed at how forcible Nathaniel was being, especially towards the headmaster. Nathaniel however, was far from impressed. Irritation radiated off him like a burning stove. "Humour me. Give me one good reason why I should include myself in this charade?"

"I thought you might be hesitant." The way the Headmaster spoke caught both boys off guard. There was a certain edge to his voice that sounded like it was rehearsed, as if he knew one of them was going to disagree. Without further ado, a heavy stack of papers were dropped onto the desk, creating a loud thud that echoed throughout the room. "If you do this, I am willing to overlook all previous incidents involving your cooking. Since I am so kind."

The white haired boy glanced over the stacks of paper. The incidents ranged in intensity, going from minor inconveniences to lethal. It was amazing how he hadn't been kicked out of school yet. Sarge recalled all the times Nathaniel tried to poison him, remembering how outraged he was to find that Sarge was seemingly immune. After that, his attempts increased, silently hoping that a stronger dose would do the trick. However, Sarge would always eat the treat eagerly, even going as far as giving him tips on how to improve. No matter how hard he tried, Sarge was not one to be dropping dead so easily. Letting out a heavy sigh, Sarge leaned again the table and addressed his fellow classmate, hoping to press a few buttons. "You've been doing this all behind my back? And here I thought I was special." 

Nathaniel sent sarge a harsh look, which he returned with a wink. Trying to ignore the sparkling pest, Nathaniel returned to the matter at hand. Blackmail? What the hell was the old crow thinking? Using these innocent actions of poisoning against him as emotional leverage? He had to admit, that was a good tactic. This old bird was smarter than what he gave credit for. After carefully weighting his options, Nathaniel silently cursed the heavens before removing his hand, and reluctantly agreeing.

"This is stupid."

Nathaniel looked over himself one more time in the mirror, sneering at the reflection that greeted him. He was dressed head to toe in an extravagant outfit befitting of a prince. A black uniform accentuated by silver trim, an exact replica of royalty. The outfit itself wasn't what irked him. It was the premise. Being presented to a large group of people and expecting to entertain them one by one like a fool. Things like that are suited for a lowly peasant, some poor smuck that could be picked off the streets, not for someone of his calibre. To think that someone oh his bloodline had been reduced to a common entertainer. If his mother found out she would... No. She wouldn't do anything. Too enamoured with her husband to notice anything her son did. He curled a dark lock of hair around his finger. When was the last time he had it down? Without the silver crown, it felt almost wrong to stare at his reflection. Whilst Nathaniel was busy sulking in his changing room, Sarge was waiting outside, already pampered and prepared. 

Even though he did enjoy the uniform, and agreed that it would bring in some money, he couldn't help but think that a maid cafe would benefit the school more. If he suggested the idea to his companion, he would surely be dismantled. Speaking of, he had been spending an awfully long time in that room. Was he having trouble with his costume or was he just too shy? Sarge chuckled to himself. It would reflected badly on him if he did not assist a fellow student in need. He knocked gently on the door before calling out "You can't hide in there forever you know," The ever present playfulness to his voice was coated in a threatening sweet tone. "If you don't come out, I'm going to have to come in." Before Sarge has the chance to touch the door handle, it was quickly pulled away from him. 

Nathaniel grimaced as he looked his companion up and down. He worse the exact same uniform as him, the only difference being the colour. When Crowley said they were a package deal, he meant it. The thought of him being able to distance himself from Sarge once the event started quickly dissipated into thin air, leaving behind a trail of dread that would forever haunt him. He hated to admit it, but Sarge certainly did look the part. His usual princely aura was only amplified by the outfit, making him seem like something from a dream. He sparkled more than he usually did, making Nathaniel squint his eyes. "You look like you belong to Royal Sword." Nathaniel said airily as he adjusted his cuff links, trying not to pay attention to the glistening display before him. 

Sarge smiled, letting out a delighted sigh whilst placing a gloved hand over his heart. "My, Nathaniel, I didn't know you could be so kind." The dark haired boy sneered in disgust. "That wasn't a compliment." The two boys made their way towards the grand hall, where they were greeted by Crowley waiting outside. "The other hosts are already inside, your fist table is the one on the far left." With one hand firmly on the door handle, he addressed the boys one last time, giving them a fair warning. "And remember, you're setting an example for all of Night Raven. Be respectable." He cast a glance at both boys, not sure who that would apply to the most. 

In one swift motion, the doors opened, revealing a vast array of fancy furniture covered in anticipated guests. As if on cue, hundreds of heads turned in unison to greet the two princes. Hungry eyes glossed over them, taking in their presence like lives depended on it. A familiar unease started to creep up Nathaniel's spine. Being placed on a pedestal like this wasn't something he particularly enjoyed. "You get used to it." Sarge remarked, holding a steady smile on his face. Sarge had been praised and adored almost his entire life, having a few hundred eyes on him was nothing compared to what he endured. To him, this distant attention was bliss. Nathaniel wasn't completely ignorant to the attention either. At the balls his mother hosted, where she would show off her husband like the ornament he is, Nathaniel wasn't excluded from the piercing eyes of their guests. "I know." 

The first guest was already seated on a crisp white chaise lounge chair, located at the far end of the room. A small petite girl with mouse like features. Nothing particularly interesting about her, apart from the fact that she seemed to have been waiting for a while. Every now and again she would twiddle her fingers, silently counting the seconds as they went by. By the way her eyes lit up once she caught a glimpse of Sarge, she must have been one of his followers.

Luckily for Nathaniel, Sarge almost immediately took the lead, greeting the girl in a formal fashion before sitting himself down beside her. He took one of her frail hands in his, placing a gentle kiss atop her smooth skin. His voice was heavens bells to her ears as he spoke, enticing her in with honey coated promises soft as rose petals. Nathaniel cringed, taking a seat for himself. He had watched Sarge play the same routine many times, and it never failed to irk him greatly. 

He watched on as Sarge continued to charm the guest with ease. Within seconds they were completely playing into the fantasy, going along with whatever he said. It was strange to watch. Sarge continuously stringing along the unsuspecting victims with his silk smoothed words until they were nothing but a fly in his web of lies. Under his spell, trapped in her own garden of Eden.  

Nathaniel frowned. If he didn't even attempt to make an effort, Crowley wouldn't hold up his end of the bargain either. It hurt his pride to reduce his attitude down to that of a common entertainer, but for the sake of his personal record, he had to comply. Surely, this wouldn't be a hard task. He was already plenty handsome, and his status was that of something people would die for. Ideally, if he put a little effort in, girls would be swooning at his presence. The only problem was how.

What was he supposed to do, tell her she looked pretty? Well, apart from that being a flat out lie, he would hate to give her false hope. Lord forbid someone like her gains any ounce of self confidence. But he stilled needed to give her some sort of compliment. He looked over at Sarge again. The girl was now leaning into his touch, his hand gently cupped her rose-tinted cheek, whispering sweet nothings to her as if no one else was around. Disgusting. Okay, Nathaniel. Be nice. Just try to be nice.

"You look less like a dishevelled wreck today."

Nailed it.

The guest swiftly turned around, completely forgetting that there was another prince beside her. Sarge covered his mouth as he let out a small chuckle, amused by his friends antics. He had to admit, it was a vast improvement from what Nathaniel would usually say, and it was incredibly entertaining watching him try. Nathaniel started to feel dread creep up his spine once he noticed her eyes growing wider, suddenly being filled with eager anticipation. She let out a bright smile before clapping her hands together in giddy excitement. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!"

"Don't expect it to happen again." Nathaniel quickly remarked, putting a halt to any thoughts she might have about him changing his attitude. He slumped back in his chair and crossed his arms. This was going to be a long day.

[wrathfulspark]

@xreznikovx

 Focusing her eyes onto the vast blue sea she nodded to her lovers words, her grip suddenly eased as she felt the slight burn of her bracelet. Though she covered the fact she took notice to it she glanced to Elidi and felt bad for a moment that her own panic had actually caused her some sort of discomfort. Though she eased her grip she still held onto the witch and moved with each step Elidi took. The red head didn’t care if others were watching them at that point, her focus was on the ocean before her entirely and also on the feeling of slight comfort she got being at least their with the one she trusted more than most outside of her pack.

  Letting their grip extend to its fullest length Tamryn seemed to freeze the moment water touched her feet. She visibly tensed for a moment, attempting to let herself slowly adjust to being near the water. Every time the tide came in she tense her hold on Elidi’s fingers until she heard the exotic phrase spoken to her. Lifting her gaze from the waters to the dark haired beauty before her she suddenly smiled brightly and tilted her head the way she seemed to only do with the witch herself. It was a look of deep affection that Tamryn didn’t give to anyone else.

 “It’s kind of unfair how charming you are Eli, and beautiful.”

  She stated, equally looking at how her partner looked so natural in the ocean, it in honesty was making the whole experience a bit easier for the traumatized she wolf. As if there were some sort of magnetic pull between them the she wolf moved reluctantly into the waters more to close the distance between her and her lover though she paused the moment Elidi began to speak. The Alpha stood leaning into her hip though her focus was entirely on the witch and in awe of what she was doing with the water. At first her eyes went wider as she seemed to go more rigid in the moment, however upon seeing the heart presented to her she smiled fondly at the gesture. The word being spoken caused her to stand a bit taller. She was almost going to move forward more yet as she moved Elidi stepped to close the distance between them first. Staying still she took her lovers hand and moved closer to her as her knuckles were kissed. Upon many things Elidi did, this was also becoming something that was growing on the werewolf.

 “I know that you meant it Mon amour, there isn’t a moment that I am with you that I question it. I feel safe, and myself with you. Which is why we are here... Could you actually move the entire ocean for me?”

 Tamryn fell thoughtfully silent as she let Elidi dropped to sit in the sand. Moving down to join her side as she seemed to still be in thought though the moment she was sitting by her lover she leaned into her side naturally, hugging her arms around Elidi’s waist as she leaned her head into the witch’s chest and focused her gaze of the small rolling waves of the tide,

 “I honestly think that is the most romantic thing someone has every said to me.”

 The alpha stretched her legs out and inhaled deeply as she seemed to relax being curled up against her partner’s side. Hearing that Elidi was in no rush for her to jump into the waters she seemed to be a little more at ease with just sitting their close enough for the tide to roll in on them. Though anytime the water gently rolled up against her skins she went involuntarily tense.

“You are too patient with me sometimes Mon amour, you don’t have to keep thanking me, I am grateful to be here with you, even being right here I am relaxed despite what it seems like. I would not be this calm with anyone else that’s for sure.”

Thoughtful to Tamryn's question, her scarred brow arched as she seriously began to ponder the notion. Elidi had never tried to move such a large body of water before, using only the moisture from the air, or if a body of water happened to be beneficial. That didn't mean she was unwilling to try, a modest smile forming across her lips accompanied by a meek laugh. "Oh... perhaps I was getting ahead of myself. For you, Querida, I would try. It doesn't seem that hard." Her palms splayed across the sand as she sat back some, before laying fully on her back, bringing Tamryn down with her. The sand didn't bother Elidi much and hopefully they'd wash the majority of it off in the water, eventually. The Alpha's comment pleased her, delighted that Tamryn deemed her small gestures as romantic. Faintly a blush dusted across her cheeks, though it was mostly undetectable against her reddening skin from the heat.

"I am quite the patient person.... with most things anyways. You'll always be my exception." Elidi smiled serenely, her lids shutting from the suns bright rays blazing high above the pair. Her arm moved to drape comfortably around Tamryn's shoulder and every so often her gaze would fall down to the redhead snuggled tightly into her side. Although Tamryn had told Elidi not to thank her as much, she couldn't help feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. The Miami beach differed greatly from the one she was familiar with back home, it was beautiful. How could she not thank Tamryn a million times over?

As her eye's open to the bright blue sky, an intense wave of emotion floods through her being, a euphoric, radiant impression to her senses. This was her element, and higher up than she could see resided a deity whom she mysteriously shared a connection with, and curled into her side was the woman she was profoundly in love with. Ocean water continued to draw in and out, wetting the soles of their feet as she silently stared into the cloudless sky, seagulls squawking as they soared above, and she only lay wide-eyed and thunderstruck.

Love. Not infatuation, adoration or lust, and while she had all these emotions for Tamryn she knew what she held for the Alpha was much more than all of those sentiments combined. Inside, her heart beats rapidly against her chest, mentally cursing herself for adding such a feat to the bracelets. Let alone the fact Tamryn had her head resting atop her breasts and could surely hear it herself with those heightened senses.

A nervous glance is cast down to the top of Tamryn's crown, panic insuing as she contemplates her next choice of words heavily. Her lips part yet nothing follows, the words caught in her throat as she clamped her lips shut, visibly reddening down her neck. Another attempt is made, a raspy, "I lo-", voiced into the air just as a sudden gust of wind kicks up the sand around them, droplets of water falling onto their bodies. Elidi's hold on Tamryn only tightened, her opposite arm had moved to shield both their faces and she had shifted to sit halfway up. Lucent hues sought Tamryn's blue gaze, the shift in the wind had altered her worries if only momentarily, bringing forth a new thought in its place. It felt selfish of her to say the words as Tamryn was doing something she was uncomfortable with entirely for Elidi's sake, no longer deemed as the appropriate moment, Elidi wanted it to be infallible, with no stammering and no pasts traumas involved. Even if to the witch, this seemed like the perfect scenary. A chaste kiss is dropped to Tamryn's forehead, the corners of her lips quirking upwards, a bit wobbly and nervous still, her gaze softening none the less, "Ah, I'm sorry, that was me - no sand got in your eyes did it?"