#figorgug and saint imagery is so important to me

[paladinbaby]

29 for the fic ask game!

29 - favourite line/ passage you wrote this year?

this was way more difficult than I expected it to be, i think I’ve written the best things I can and the stuff im most proud of but i truly couldn’t think of a single defined passage as like the one favourite one i did look at and definitely could pull something from a not used to it verse fic bc i think overall the three of them together are what im most proud of but i really love this part from every song i’ve ever loved which is a figgorgug first kiss fic

It’s like this really, he likes to be by her side and he is also in love with her and those are two separate things. She only needs to know one of them and he will swallow the aching-aching-aching like it doesn’t sting and bleed like a lip bitten in a fight. Even when the studio is too hot and he is tired from drumming it’s worth it to be one half of fig-and-gorgug, the biggest fucking rockstars in Spyre. It would almost be easier if she would reject him, if he could pick up whatever of him he left behind in the booth and move his mind forward. Except that isn’t true and it could never be because he always wants to be the one who fits by her side, even if it’s stupid-selfish-reckless.

“Hey…” He’s brought back into the world with the sight of her face when he hadn’t even noticed she left the booth he was so lost in his head. Her nose is an inch from his and she’s chewing her lip nervously, the all too familiar wrinkle in her brow unpleasantly present. “Are you alright, you’ve been off all day?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that without spilling his guts onto the carpet. The wrinkle in her brow deepens.

She looks at him and he reaches out a steadying hand, it lands on her forearm still wrapped in his sweater. “You know you don’t have to stay right?”

“It’s not-” He can’t remember the last time he spoke and his voice is painfully loud before he takes a breath. “I want to be here.”

The words are almost a confession but when she smiles like that he would tell her every one of his sins. He is wrathful and greedy and wanting and Figueroth Faeth absolves him of each of those things with her smile, something he can’t recognise reflecting back at him in the pale gold shine of her eyes.