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[yunalai]

Ship Bias!

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse!

— Let us open this up with the two ships I'm the most biased on (or I'll run out of ships quickly)

YASUO

Fairly enough, this started with @ /astrodart's TDMG comics. The appeal of a quiet, introverted DJ and the snappy girlboss diva dating immediately hooked me. And the more I dug into their characters, the more it made sense. Especially in their base lore.

Both Qiyana and Yasuo were talented from a young age — one with the Axiomata, the other with swordsmanship. This brought on jealousy from their peers, especially as Qiyana surpassed her sisters and Yasuo got into the sword school and quickly made it as Elder Souma's apprentice. Both were arrogant, as seen in Qiyana's VO and lore and young Yasuo in Kin of the Stained Blade.

Where their paths differ is when tragedy strikes. Elder Souma is dead, Yone is dead, Yasuo's arrogance in thinking he could tilt the scale of the battle against the Noxians brought this onto him. He mellows out, gruff but not egocentric, heavy with guilt and alcohol until he meets Taliyah. Yasuo is curt in most interactions (see: Ruined King), but he is still kind and will go out of his way to help people in need.

Qiyana never had a choice before tragedy struck her. From the moment she was born, she was the tenth child. The last heir. The forgotten one. The neglect she endured was bearable due to being told it is so the most powerful in the family can be ready to rule until she found out about her power, when then she snapped and lashed out. From there on out, she became bitter and hungry, earning for the love and attention her parents showed their eldest daughters, and she believes the only way to obtain it is the throne. She craves the attention, the respect, the affection she was denied all her life.

Yasuo could help her heal. He'd pull her away from the grasp of the crown and would find kinship in her, even if at first they clash strongly due to her personally. He has the potential to help her heal. It would be slow but gentle, the soothing of a fire that turns into a tame flame.

DRAVEN

Once more, we have similar pasts. Draven was strong from a young age, shown in his lore with the mention he fought and even killed street rats older than he was. His fearless (and downright stupid) shenanigan got him and his brother into the Noxian army, a place he felt he did not belong due to the strictness of it all and the lack of attention on him. Always Darius, Darius, Darius.

Always Inessa, Inessa, Inessa.

In the shadows of their elder siblings, they can't shine properly unless they turn the spotlight upon themselves. Draven in the arena, Qiyana by standing out as Ixaocan's most powerful mage. But it is not enough for them. They need more.

Their love would be hungry and bloody. Two people raised with violence, so used to it that affection feels wrong without a crash of teeth upon bone.

They would feed each other's narcissism and thirst for ichor dripping from their maws, they would kill for each other, burn a nation for each other. It's a raw feeling, the urge to live within the other's ribcage, the knowledge that no one else will want them the way they do.

Draven would whisper sweet fantasies about revenge in her ear, promise her nothing would make her prettier than the blood of those who hurt her on her skin. And Qiyana would want him to share, to participate, to be part of such a grandiose ritual of graduation.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

checklist <3

Send  “checklist” and my muse will fill out the list below with their thoughts about yours!

I find you to be: [x] interesting [ ] cute [x] attractive [x] sexy [x] reassuring [x] intimidating -- "It's natural for beautiful people to be intimidating." [ ] annoying [ ] tedious [ ] terrifying

I think we should: [x] talk more [x] hang out more [x] date [ ] adopt each other as found family [ ] fight (friendly) [ ] fight (hostile) [ ] avoid each other if at all possible

If we spent an evening together we would: [x] just hang out [x] talk about deep stuff [x] cuddle [x] go to bed together (to sleep) [x] go to bed together (to… not sleep) [ ] go out and party till sunrise [ ] both get arrested --((not yet [ ] probably wind up killing each other

If we kissed it would be: [x] a "chaste" press of lips [x] a playful smooch [ ] swift and stolen [x] deep, sweet, and sincerely meant [x] all teeth and tongue and hot as heck [ ] not happening

If we had sex it would be: [x] romantic and luxurious [ ] fast, rough and hard [x] against the nearest wall [x] fantastic [ ] awkward [ ] a really bad idea [ ] an all-around disaster [ ] not happening

If I woke up and found you unexpectedly in my bed I would: [x] cuddle you [x] offer you breakfast [ ] attempt to seduce you [ ] kick you out [ ] demand to know how you got there [ ] scream

[metacrisisdoctor]

4.12 | 4.13

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

good to see you posting lots the past few days! i loved your “little sister” hc for Garrick. would you write a fic in this same universe where the little sister is hurt or upset in some way and xaden’s not available so she turns to her big brother ?

Boyfriend Xaden x reader x brother Garrick

For what it’s worth

It was so rare to have a brother and boyfriend who got along. No drama. No stupid bickering. Well occasionally. But it was normal and they were both always looking for a way to get on one another’s nerves for fun. But you knew that deep down in their ways they were inseparable friends. Garrick had more than once told Xaden that was the only man he would allow to date his sister.l “You two can do whatever you want I just don’t… not in front of me”, he would scrunch his nose up at you two kissing.

“Here you are, been looking everywhere for you”, your brother’s voice snapped you out of your daze. “Just wanted to get some fresh air”, you lied. Xaden had been away on a mission for a couple of days now. To say that you had been anxious about it would have been an understatement. “I see right through you, remember?”, Garrick sighed sitting down next to you, nudging your shoulder slightly.

“He will get back. It’s Xaden we are talking about”, Garrick said reassuringly. “You don’t know that. What if he’s in some field bleeding out”, you whined pointing towards the distant fields in front. “What’s your heart telling you?”, Garrick asks turning to you slightly. “That he’s dead”, you whimper. “That’s your head, y/n, not your heart”, Garrick cut in firmly. You swallowed, trying to take hold of your emotions. “He’s… It’s just taking time”, you sighed.

“I know that you’re worried and I’m so happy he has you now doting over him but…”, “I’m not doting. If it was you I would be just as restless”, you grunted, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m touched by your words, sissy”, he dramatically sighed, making you flip him off, “Don’t go whining that I don’t love you enough”, “I promise you, he will be back”, Garrick reached out squeezing your hand, “Trust me on it”, he leaned in kissing the side of your head, “Come inside, if you get ill Xaden will be up my ass for at least a week”.

[albaqae]

A good amount of these might b repeated, so, sorry dude bros

[caffichai]

A DnD icon commissioned by and for @touscow of her tiefling paladin, Yora

Thanks for your patronage!

[joejoeba]

minor peeve but I hate it when people misunderstand Mista's 4 thing

[antipathy-arsonist]

firework mishap

[xxplastic-cubexx]

that scarlet witch cover is so pretty!!!

AAAA I KNOW they all caught my eye near instantly when i saw them in the shop … i love the art of this series too its so vibrant and gorgeous ……

[yunalai]

❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ have some unmasked, incognito!jhin

Not the first time Qiyana felt out of place.

Just the day before, she had never gone further than the treeline of Ixtal. Never done more than peek at the blindingly white sand of the beach and the shadows of the Serpentine Delta on the water.

A rainbow of colors on the shore brought her gaze toward the sea glass clattering gently with every wave. Her feet kicked the water from where she sat at the edge of the dock, a silent and tense figure amidst the end of the day activity of sailors getting back in their ships to travel to Piltover, Bilgewater, and Noxus, of people trying to sell the last of their fruits and trinkets, of children playing while their parents called from them.

She was unreactive to everything until a voice brought her out of her stupor, startling her momentarily and tearing through the songs of the Axiomata. Raising her head, Qiyana looked up at the stranger with uncertainty in her golden eyes. That one had an odd melody about them and an accent she could not place.

Still, if she was to leave that place and return stronger, she needed to make allies where possible. Practicing by making small talk with someone did not seem like such a bad idea.

"No. Not at all."

Qiyana moved to the side to make space for him to sit if desired. There was no attempt to hide her staring at his garments and builds, a dark brow furrowing ever so slightly.

"You are not from Ixtal, are you?"

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

at least i have you here to look after me, right?

Send in “ at least i have you here to look after me, right? “ for the receiver to clean the sender’s wounds ((how dare you hurt me in this way

The distinct click from the doorway is not what draws the mage from his reading, nor the shuffling at the entrance of their rather lovely quarters--but it's the gargled cough that brings Robin to his feet. The rug nearly lifts under his heel when he turns into the hallway to see his captor staggering against the wall, blood smearing onto the wallpaper as his hand grips his side tightly. That gorgeous cream mask slips off of his face to clatter harshly on the ground with a sound that makes Robin flinch as the Golden Demon speaks,

"The carpet...such fine shuriman silk, ruined--"

The lamentation was quickly cut short as the virtuoso coughs once more, two droplets of blood dripping from his chin to the crevices of his befallen mask as if to properly convey to Robin the gravity of the situation. He takes a step forward, evaluating with caution how Jhin would react to him approaching while in such a vulnerable state. An injured animal who's favorite prey could slip right past, or maybe even finish the kill should they be so bold. His eyes swirl downward in their sockets as he gazes upon the extent of the injury, his eyes flick to the door, just for a moment, then back to his captor. Those beautiful phospherescent eyes twinkled like finely milled crystals as the colors from the chandelier painted his gaze, highlighting the question in them as wintery lashes lowered. How much of this was a game of cat and mouse? How much did he truly...

His mind wandered for what was only a few seconds, but felt like several minutes as the memories resurfaced. Deft fingers brushing over his own, drawing about beautiful melodies from piano keys and from his own lips. Soft whispers in his ear, the gentle caress of Jhin's hands through his now-growing hair...the first time Robin had been able to close his eyes in years, as he melted into the palm of a killer. As that same killer twirled himself around Robin's fingers, how he sounded when he first woke up, and the curve of his lips when playing a truly lovely tune... the way those lips pressed against his temple and cheek and whispered words of desire, praise, and lunacy. The strings of a violin being pulled and vibrated in a way that sung songs in his head...

Before Robin knows it, he is stepping back from any potential freedom, lifting the Demon onto his shoulder to let him lean on it as he carries him into the restroom. He quickly brings in any supplies he has, any needle, thread, medicine--anything. His fingers are deft, meticulous, knowledgeable in how they undress Jhin's layers and set them down without much care--fabric could be washed, but human blood...that was much more difficult to replace. Particularly with that size wound...He sheds his own layers and forces Jhin to hold his wool cloak tight to the wound, before he unbuttons his own gloves and begins to wash his hands. Eyes wander before resting on a towel which he swiftly grabs, folds, and holds up to Jhin's bloody lips,

"Open your mouth--this is going to hurt without any anesthetic, I don’t want you breaking your teeth." Before the hesitation causes him to grip the hollows of Jhin's cheeks, forcing him to take the cloth between his jaws. Robin whirls once more to gather his supplies, lifting thread somewhat shakily before looping it through the eye of the needle--his attention caught as a wet, sticky palm and fingers grip around his wrist. His gaze is almost harsh as he turns back, ready to spit hellfire at him before--

Deep, maroon pools stare back to him, but they held no malice, only an emotion that Robin has not seen reflected within them before; fright. Some deep seated fear had clawed its way to the surface, perhaps only through the recognition of one's own mortality could such emotions be drawn forth. Usually they held nothing, cold, shrewd eyes of predator; of a shark in desperate search for blood, to devour everything in its path...including Robin himself. Framed by dark, long lashes the uncanny depths now turned into pleading pools, begging Robin silently, giving him one single ask;

Stay.

He does not pull or push away, does not snatch his arm back in disgust at this display of mortal weakness, one that Khada Jhin masterfully hid so well. Instead Robin's vicious eyes seems to soften as he gazes deeper into the abyss of Jhin's stare, the contrast of color reflects the differences between them well. One destined to take life away, and another destined to restore as many broken things as he possibly could, and yet...they had found themselves together. His head lowers in thought, pensive in his expression before he speaks; the suave and controlled look that usually adorns Robin's face is gone, left with only one of concern.

"Jhin," His voice is stern, but in a way that a parent scolds a child, full of tender care with harsh edges sewed in, "You need to let me go." Robin held the needle steady as he observed the tile of the bathroom and how the grout was now stained with blood, "I need to be able to work, if I can’t get you patched up soon— you’ll be in a worse condition." However no words are shared between them as Jhin slowly begins to unravel the vice grip from Robin's wrist, reluctant in their motion before bloody fingers run their way down the mage's shirt. They attempt to catch the fabric before collapsing down to the killer's side as his head tilts back... Robin shakes his head momentarily before he finally kneels and begins to clean the wound.

Although...whenever Khada Jhin wakes from his injury-induced rest...their living space is silent as the first night of winter. Although...it is curious that Robin has left his prized possession behind, and his hat sits patiently for its owner's return.

[shayennelovesbooks]

"We have a runner,” Ridoc mutters. “Shit.” I cringe, my heart sinking as two others from Third Wing decide to follow his example, their arms pumping wildly as they make a break for it from First Squad of their Tail Section. This isn’t going to end well. “Looks contagious,” Quinn adds as they race by. “Fuck, they actually think they’ll make it.” Imogen sighs, her shoulders drooping.

I really like this bit. I can't tell you why but I just like it. It has the vibes of disappointed parents watching their children making an extremely stupid mistake but they didn't want to listen 🤷‍♀️

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I don't know if you're taking requests, but I'll take a chance haha, I read His Girl and became completely obsessed with Garrick because of you haha, could you make Garrick possessive/jealous of the female reader he says he hates, pleeease?

Well... I caved in. As always it's not exactly as the request but still something along the lines. 🤍✨🫧

Silent worry

"These are the petrol stations for today, hand them out to the squads", Garrick dropped a stash of papers next to you. You frowned at him instantly, "Our squad is supposed to be on a rest this week", you grunted, flipping through his plan. "Things change, hand them over. The first squad is supposed to leave in fifteen minutes", Garrick said bluntly.

"No they are not", you say firmly, and Garrick instantly raises an eyebrow at you. "I'm second in charge. You run this shit through me. They are not ready and will not fly. End of the conversation, Tavis", you pushed off the wall trying to size him up but in all honesty, who were you kidding? The guy was at least twice your size. His power was lethal. He didn't listen to people ordering him around. Unless it was Xaden or someone from the upper management.

"I gave you an order. You're not gonna follow through?", Garrick leaned over you. You hated that the height difference allowed him to look down on you lime that. You bit the inside of your cheek. You knew that you had to follow his orders but this was unheard of. The same squad that was supposed to fly now had only come back hours ago. Most of the cadets were still asleep.

"I'm telling you that I don't agree with your decision", you said through gritted teeth, "As a section leader you should know better". That was enough to ear a growl from Garrick. "You're getting too comfortable in your own position", he snarled, "Forgot what tasting dirt beneath other's boots felt like so quickly?". You know that Garrick can see the hurt that flashed through your eyes. You flex the muscles in your jaw. No, you were not gonna break beneath this man's gaze.

"Knock it down you two", Xaden's warning voice boomed as he and Bodhi walked towards you both. You drop your gaze yet you could almost swear that Garrick was about to say something but he had chosen against it at the very last minute. "Why are you too bickering once again, huh?", Bodhi draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him playfully but the tight smile on your face didn't ease. More anger, however, flared in Garrick's eyes. Gods, you were done with this. Pushing Bodhi's hand off you. You shoved the papers into Garrick's chest, "I'll form a squad myself and we will leave when I say that we leave", you hissed, sparing him one last look as you pushed past them.

"Was this necessary?", Bodhi asked as he moved to lean against the wall. "No one asked for your opinion, Bo", Garrick huffed as he looked down the balcony at you rushing down the stairs. "You're too harsh on her", Xaden mused. "We don't cuddle cadets, Riorson", Garrick bit back coldly. "Right, but she's a friend. A part of our close group, not some newbie", Bodhi noted firmly, clearly getting fed up with watching you two bickering back and forth no doubt. "She deserves better from you, man", Xaden tapped his shoulder as he turned to step away. As if Garrick didn't know that himself. But he wasn't grown on love. All he had was Xaden and then along the way, they found people they could trust. But emotions... Let's just say managing them had never been his strongest asset. "Fuck it", Garrick grumbled as he pushed away from the railing, turning to the stairs. Bodhi chuckled in the background, "Don't forget to tell her that you love her", he shouted from behind, only earning a vulgar gesture in return.

He had just rounded the corner when Chradh's voice echoed through his mind. Save yourself the running, she already left. Garrick let out a frustrated growl, How many did she take with her? There was a beat of silence. Three, others declined. Declined? How dare anyone decline your orders? The squads were as much under your command as they were under his. Before you blow up and embarrass yourself, she gave them a choice. No, he was going to have a long conversation with you when you came back and Garrick was more than ready to remind you just how you don't ask but give orders.

What he didn't know was that he was going to get long hours of waiting. Filled with nothing but self-sabotage. You should have been back a couple of hours ago. No matter how much he tried Garrick couldn't focus on anything. He was clueless in the class that he paid zero attention to. He didn't hear most of his friend's conversations. Training had taken some of the toll but only for that time. Only while he was punishing. One swift hook under another. The bag cracked through the seams. "Right, tiger, step aside", Bodhi called out but his joke didn't land and Garrick had him pinned against the wall in the blink of an eye. Xaden quickly cut in, pulling at his lifelong friend, "Outside now", there was no question in his voice, this was a demand.

Garrick rubbed his hands over his face. The cool breeze helped but it also reminded him that the sun was setting down. Meaning now it was way WAY past the time you were meant to be back. "She will come back", Xaden said calmly, "So whatever that's brewing inside you now", he gestured to his friend, "let go of it because she will be too tired to deal with your bullshit". Garrick knew that himself without anyone having to tell him.

"You know", Xaden moved to stand next to him, "You're miserable company when Y/N is not around". They both snickered quietly but Garricks's face glazed over first. "And whatever that you're thinking now is not true", Xaden cut In quickly, "Not that you deserve any praise but she likes you just the way you are", "Fuck you", Garrick muttered, turning away from his friend, "Violet made you soft as fuck". Xaden only smirked, "I would do anything for her. We both have sharp edges and scowls but they see right through it".

He sat in the courtyard after that. Glaring at the darkening horizon as if that somehow prevented the night from settling in. You humans are unbearable creatures Chradh mused. Ask her dragon where they are. A chuckle sounded, I enjoyed watching you sweat way too much to do that. Garrick was about to fight back as the sound of the wings filled the sky. It had to be you. It had to. All other squads were back. He had chucked dozens of times. The moment your blue dragon came in view Garrick nearly sank to the floor. You were seated. Your posture seemed strong. You had to be fine.

The moment everyone dismounted Garrick stepped forward. Crossing the distance between you two. Your dragon merely rolled his eyes. "You three are dismissed", he said bluntly to the cadets motioning for them to get on their way. They slowly looked among themselves before their eyes fell on you. "I said...", Gaarick started again but you quickly cut in, "Go you guys, I'll see you in the morning. You did great", you said softly, offering them a tired smile, that they quickly returned. Shooting Garrick a dirty look as they walked past, already engaged in a conversation of their own.

Your shoulders slump slightly, "Let's hear it", you sighed, clearly preparing yourself for Gaarick's harsh words. That flickered guilt within his chest. Had he genuinely been such an ass to you lately, that him getting angry was all you expect? Garrick stepped forward, his arms instantly reaching for your body as he wrapped you up in his embrace. Your body stayed stiff for a moment. The shock of the situation kept you paralyzed before you muttered, "Garrick?".

"Just tell me if you're hurt. Did you get attacked? Does anything hurt?", he pulled away abruptly, looking you over. Your eyes fall on his wind-swept hair, "Have you been sitting here all night?", you asked him softly. He lost a breath himself, halting before he nodded his head. Your face softened as you reached up to cup his cheek, "You didn't have to, everything is okay", "You were meant to be back hours ago and we separated like that and...", a string of frustrated words slipped past his lips. You watched him for a moment before you stepped forward, pressing your head against his chest as you squeezed him to you. Garrick lost a labored breath, his own body relaxing before he pressed a couple of loving kisses along your hairline. Tenderly stroking your back. You looked up at him, "Worrying looks good on you", you teased him softly earning an eye roll, "You sound like fucking Bodhi and Xaden", he huffed but his tight smile curved upwards as you softly giggled. "Come on let's get you fed and washed up", Garrick pulled you alongside him, his grip not loosening on you as you two walked towards the main entrance.

[alinasaart]

This is Andarna from Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros ⚡🤭🤭💛. Go to insta to see the version with Violet!!

[thegoddessseris]

INTERLINKED

Prologue

oc! Xaden Riorson's sister! insert.

Summary: Xaden's little sister finds herself having to survive in the war college of Basgiath, between new truths and the rediscovery of what she really is.

TW: none

A/N: All rights to the characters and plot of the book go to Rebecca Yarros, however you have no right to republish or rework this story.

Also out on wattpad!

Masterlist - Next chapter

«At least you kept your promise. You stayed alive long enough to stab me in the back.»

—found correspondence of cadet Eris Riorson

That warming sense of welcome in running through the corridors of the building when you are little, that sweet sense of belonging of that hug or laughter. That loving look - that you never directed at me. The look of disgust, of hatred, that I caught in your eyes every time they fell on me. And then, the bitter taste of betrayal.

I find myself having to face the test of the parapet, on a sunny day in July - a pretty bad month, given that 7 is my unlucky number. But perhaps the worst thing about the whole conscription day is the slow walk of shame I have to do while I stand in line to sign, while I see everyone and their families talking, or looking at me contemptuously. The knowledge that I have been forced to enter the rider quadrant makes me so nervous that I want to throw down the parapet itself, but the realization that I would probably - even if the apostasy had never happened - entered it, shows me how perhaps in reality the relic of the rebellion that I wear on my arm is more of a blessing than a condemnation, or at least that's what he always says. 

If you think that a look might be annoying, it's because you haven't yet signed the register to enter the rider quadrant with "Eris Riorson".

Yes, because what's worse than having a dragon rider looking at you and saying: "are you a Riorson? THAT Riorson? Your mother must not have been very faithful, I would say anything, BUT that you are Xaden's sister" comments a bastard sitting behind the register table in a completely inappropriate way. "You look fragile, like you might break if I look at you for too long."How disgusting. The look he gave me made my stomach turn. But I remained impassive, signing, and heading towards the turret to go up the stairs. In front of me were two girls and a boy. Among them, I recognized without a shadow of a doubt the partly silver hair of the girl on the left, near the wall. She is a Sorrengail. If that girl on the right of the stairs wasn't involved, I might throw her down. Or maybe I could throw them both down.

The girl on the right turned to look at me, studying my clothing. "I'm Rhiannon, and you are?" she told me calmly. Perhaps the shirt and the bandages hid the relic too well, so well that now some people, who seemed decent, were speaking to me, and were not  running away as if I were a plague to be eliminated.

"Eris," I simply said, with a calm expression, as if climbing these stairs was something I do every day. "Violet," young Sorrengail responded. Do I really have the right to hate her? She is not responsible for her mother's actions."Dylan!" Yelled  the guy in front of us. He looked cocky, as if he was sure he could do it. May the gods help him.

"You seem calm," Rhiannon told me, looking at me inquisitively. Did the sleeve roll up, revealing the relic?I looked down, seeing that the sleeve was still in place. Strange. "Why shouldn't I be?" I replied with a simplicity that would send shivers down anyone's spine. "Percentages speak."

"Yes, and they say that around 25% of volunteers die at the parapet, even before becoming cadets" replied the little Sorrengail. She is short, seems fragile, and above all, scared.

"75% is a lot. It's almost like flipping a coin. We're just flipping a lot of coins. Like a game" I replied, looking at the girl on the left, while all three of them turned to look at me with stupid looks, and I could see a note of disgust in Rhiannon's gaze, perhaps because I compared someone's life to a dime. "And if you know you can't win a game, you can only cheat, right?" I replied simply, they stopped, and I advanced along the staircase. Maybe I had scared them?

There were some boys in the turret, who wrote down names and sent you forward. From the position I was in - behind a couple of people - I already could see and recognize the shoulders and hair of the person writing down the names. One person after another climbed onto the parapet, while some fell.

"Name?"

"Eris Riorson." I said with a smirk as I saw my brother turn and go from an indifferent look to a small smile. "It's about time, I thought you ran away" he replied jokingly.

"Are you crazy? I've been waiting for this day since I was 10 years old" I replied. Taking a couple of steps towards the railing."Keep your arms open for balance, don't look too low, if the backpack slips - drop it. It better than you."He said seriously, looking at me. I turned to him, nodded, and began my bet with Malek.

I had put on a mask as I climbed towards the tower, pretending to be calm when in reality I wasn't, but now that I found myself on the parapet, suspended in the void and one step away from death, I felt an absurd and inexplicable sense of tranquility. I felt an adrenaline rush, one of those you only feel if you find yourself walking alongside Malek, one of those that makes you feel alive. The wind was strong, but my feet were planted firmly on the rock beneath me, holding on to my skin.The feeling of being one step away from death sent a shiver down my spine, it was a sick comfort, knowing that one step would be enough left an anguishing sense of tranquility. If I wanted, that moment would have been enough to put an end to all my doubts, all my fears, every single uncertainty. It was only a second.

It was just a thought.

But as the motion of my steps stalled for a moment, I looked below me.

It was just a moment.

It was just a thought.

It only lasted a second, I immediately picked up the pace to cross the parapet.

But that second was there, and for that split second the idea of ​​crossing the parapet seemed less inviting than finding myself in Malek's arms. When I looked up I turned and looked at Xaden from afar, and he was staring at me. I knew he had seen it.

He always saw it.

Even when nobody did.

When I reached the other end of the parapet, I hoped I had jumped. I was now officially a cadet.

Well, i'm fucked.

[morallygreyintrovert]

My Terminal Darkness and Me

The doctor asked me to come in, his gentle voice saying this kind of news can’t be delivered over the phone

He says my diagnosis is terminal and I have been plagued with it all my life

The news doesn’t shock me, nor does it instil me with fear, I have know all my life that something was wrong

Voice strong and unshaken, I ask what flavour of tumour I have: lymphatic, thyroid, ovarian maybe?

No not cancer he says, this disease is not something one has, it’s someone one is

Observing my obvious confusion, he holds up a mirror and tells me to look at the lack of light behind my eyes

Some people are born a chromosome short, their hearing impaired but I was born with an absence of light

Looking back, it all makes sense now, my terminal darkness

Why I chased after love I was never able to catch, why I placed my goals impossibly out of reach, thousand of light years away

Hopefully years from now after surviving for as long as I could, I’ll donate my body to science

They will study my blood, my cells; everything that makes me, me

My contribution will lead to medical breakthroughs and a vaccine will be scaled out to the masses

The disease will never be cured for you see, light cannot shine without darkness, the same way life cannot exist without death

But my suffering will have not been in vain, the medicine will make the disease more tolerable

People will adapt and learn to live despite their darkness, they will eventually grow to love and appreciate the mutation for all that it is

But today most are still ignorant and avoidant, for they fear what they do not know and understand

As I walk by them, they dive out of my path and shield their faces

Anxious to be infected and forced to live with my perpetual state of melancholy and despair

So while they turn up their noses in disgust and campaign for my permanent eradication

I will proudly wear my disease as a shinning suit of armour

And oh what a proud solider I will be, because without my terminal darkness and me, there would be no light for all of you to see