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As projects scale in complexity and height, traditional methods of accessing elevated work areas must be revised. This is where suspended access platforms, also known as hanging scaffolding platforms, emerge as indispensable work positioning solutions. In this blog post, we delve into suspended access platforms’ significance, benefits, and role in revolutionizing access systems in the UK construction sector.

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Versatile and Safe: The Benefits of Modern Hanging Scaffold Platforms in Construction

In the ever-evolving construction industry, the demand for innovative and versatile solutions is at an all-time high. Modern hanging scaffold platforms have emerged as essential tools, providing unparalleled flexibility and adaptability for various construction and maintenance tasks. These platforms offer numerous benefits, including enhanced safety, efficiency, and cost-effectiveness, making them indispensable in contemporary construction projects.

Unmatched Flexibility

One of the most significant advantages of modern hanging scaffold platforms is their unmatched flexibility. Unlike traditional scaffolding, which requires extensive setup and is often limited in its applications, hanging platforms can be easily adjusted to fit different structures and project requirements. These platforms can be extended, contracted, and reconfigured, allowing workers to access hard-to-reach areas with ease. This flexibility makes them ideal for a wide range of tasks, from window cleaning and façade maintenance to painting and structural repairs.

Adaptability for Various Projects

Hanging scaffold platforms are designed to adapt to various construction environments. Whether it's a high-rise building, a bridge, or an industrial facility, these platforms can be tailored to meet specific project needs. The modular design allows for quick assembly and disassembly, enabling construction teams to move the platforms from one project site to another with minimal downtime. This adaptability ensures that construction schedules are adhered to, reducing delays and enhancing overall project efficiency.

Enhanced Safety Features

Safety is a paramount concern in construction, and modern hanging scaffold platforms are equipped with advanced safety features to protect workers. These platforms are constructed from high-strength materials that ensure stability and durability. Additionally, they come with safety harnesses, guardrails, and anti-slip surfaces, minimizing the risk of falls and accidents. The integration of automated systems, such as emergency brakes and load sensors, further enhances the safety of these platforms, providing peace of mind for both workers and project managers.

Cost-Effective Solutions

The flexibility and adaptability of hanging scaffold platforms also translate to cost savings. The ability to quickly reconfigure and reuse these platforms across multiple projects reduces the need for additional scaffolding equipment. This modular approach not only lowers material costs but also decreases labor expenses associated with scaffold setup and dismantling. Furthermore, the efficiency gained from using these platforms can significantly reduce project timelines, leading to additional financial savings.

Conclusion

In conclusion, modern hanging scaffold platforms represent a significant advancement in construction technology, offering unparalleled flexibility, adaptability, and safety. Their modular design allows for efficient use across various projects, making them a cost-effective solution for the construction industry. As construction demands continue to grow, the importance of innovative tools like hanging scaffold platforms will only increase, driving the industry toward greater efficiency and safety. To find suspended scaffolding systems with high quality and affordability, visit this website.

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[quicksilverdrabbles]

Team Dragonborn: *fighting in Broken Oar Grotto, high up on the platforms and scaffolding*

Khash: *high up on a wooden beam, surrounded by bandits* Aaaaaaaa why is it always water?!

Kaidan: *cutting down the bandits around her as fast as he can* I'm comin', lass, hang on!

Taliesin: *backed against the railing, dangerously close to falling into the lake, trying to fight off three bandits at once* I hate this, I hate this, I hate this-

Saturn: *knocking down two bandits, turning to face a whole other horde* Don't you know any spells other than Ice Spike that would save your ass?!

Taliesin: Don't you have an automaton for this???

Lucien: *running away from an angry dog* A-Actually I rather think any additional weight might- Ack-! Down, doggy! Er- might make the platforms collapse!

Saturn: See? He gets it- Whoa! *gets knocked off guard, a bandit disarming her with their axe. Her sword falls into the lake below* ... Shit.

Bandit: Hah! Not so cocky now, are you?

Saturn: *glances between the water and the bandit with a shocked look* What, did you think I would be completely helpless without my sword? *grins, a multicolor swirl of elements igniting at her fingertips* You do know I'm an Altmer, right?

Bandit: ... Oh.

Saturn: *giggles, leaning forward as the magic grows, the sound turning maniacal as she darts forward, swiping her hands through the air and sending a flurry of elements towards a group of bandits*

Caryalind: *yelps, kicked back by a bandit. He skids across the wood on his knees, and glances at Saturn with a terse chuckle* Showoff.

Saturn: Hehehehe...~

*Saturn kicks at one of the bandits, launching an elemental bolt at him as he goes flying. She reaches into her satchel with one hand and chucks a round dwarven mechanism into the group of enemies surrounding Khash*

Bandits: *look down at the mechanism curiously* ...?

*The mechanism blinks, beeping rapidly until it emits a shrill whistle, exploding amongst them in a rain of fire and electricity, and taking out a chunk of the platform*

Kaidan: *launched backwards by the blast, into the railing* What the hell was that?!

Saturn: An explosive. Duh.

Kaidan: Duh????

Caryalind: So an Automaton is a no but a deadly explosion is okay?!

Khash: *slides down the beam with a giggle* That was so tusking cool!!!!!

*Nearby, Taliesin had felled two of the three bandits cornering him. Each step he takes is one closer to plummeting into the lake below, and the Orc he's facing doesn't look any closer to dying than he did before the explosion. High above them, a bandit outlaw draws its bow*

Saturn: *helping Khash climb the rest of the way down the beam* I've got ya, kiddo, you're okay.

Khash: *drops the rest of the way down with a yelp, landing in Saturn's arms with her eyes closed, expecting an impact* ... *peeks one eye open, looking up at Saturn in surprise* Oh. Thanks, Scales.

Saturn: No need to thank me. *lets her down with a soft chuckle and looks around* Did we get them all?

Kaidan: I think just about. How's Taliesin doing?

Saturn: Hm..?

*Saturn turns to look towards Taliesin, right as an arrow tears through the sky and pierces his chest. Taliesin keels over with a cry, creating an opening for the Orc to shove him over the edge of the platform and into the water below*

Saturn: TALIESIN!! *sprints towards the edge of the platform and dives after him*

Caryalind: Shit! Kaidan, get the archer!

*Caryalind leaps forward and slashes at the Orc's throat as Kaidan whips around and fires an arrow at the outlaw, spearing through his head and dropping him to the ground*

Khash: Saturn! *runs after Saturn but stops short at the edge of the platform, leaning over the railing fearfully*

Lucien: Khash, get back! The platform is unstable! *pulls her back from the edge just as the railing crumbles apart*

Khash: Ah-! W-Wait, what if they-

Kaidan: *already going down the wooden stairs* Let's meet them at the bottom, come on!

~

*Saturn blinks her eyes open, looking around rapidly before spotting Taliesin floating near the bottom of the lake, conscious, but visibly pained and panicked. Blood rises from the wound in his chest and surrounds him in a red cloud of water. Saturn cuts through the water quickly, grabbing Taliesin around the waist and hauling him back to the surface with a gasp of air*

Lucien: There they are! Over here! *runs to the edge of the water and reaches his arm out for Saturn to grab and pull the two of them out, weighed down by waterlogged armor and robes*

Saturn: *gasping for breath as she lays Taliesin down on the ground next to her, leaning over him with a panicked expression* Shit- Tally, hey- *looks up at Lucien* Where are the healing potions??

Lucien: *frozen staring at the arrow protruding from Taliesin's chest* ... W-With Kaidan-

Saturn: So go get them! *faces Taliesin again as Lucien runs back towards the ground, watching him cough up water and blood* Fuck..

Taliesin: *clutches the arrow in his chest with a sound like a mix of a groan and a whimper*

Saturn: I-It's gonna be okay, Tally.. *lays his head in her lap, his ponytail undone by the water. She drags her hand through his hair in what she hopes is a comforting gesture* You're gonna be okay, they're going to get a healing potion.

Taliesin: Mgh..

Saturn: *sighs, watching him fall silent* This is all my fault, I should've been paying attention.. I forget I'm the one who's supposed to be looking after you guys.

*Distant voices clamor and draw nearer, most audible being Lucien's panicked ramble as he leads the others back to Saturn and Taliesin*

Saturn: I mean, it only makes sense, right? Gotta fix the world, protect everyone.. by default, that means protecting you, too. And I failed.. Can't even heal your wounds. *she laughs, quiet and self-deprecating. One hand strokes his cheek gently* ... I'm sorry.

Kaidan: Saturn! *sees Taliesin unconscious in her lap* Oh Gods.. *runs forward, pulling a healing potion out of his pack* Here, have him drink this while I get the arrow out.

Khash: *her voice echoes just around the corner* Caryalind, let me go! I wanna see Tally!

Caryalind: *holding her by the arms, preventing her from seeing Taliesin's wounds* You'll get to see him in a minute, dear, let them heal him first. It's not something you should witness.

*Saturn holds the potion to Taliesin's lips while Kaidan gently dislodges the arrow, a soft healing glow spreading across the wound. When the light dissipates, only a pale scar remains*

Taliesin: ... Mnh.. *groans, face scrunching at the lingering pain as his eyes open slowly* Wha..?

Kaidan: He's good. Need me to carry him?

Saturn: I don't think he'd let you even if he was dying. *leans over to meet Taliesin's eyes with a relieved smile* Hey, Tally. You okay?

Taliesin: .. About as well as I could be, I suppose. *reaches up to touch her hand on his cheek* What on earth were you apologizing for?

Saturn: Ah. *chuckles, a soft gleam in her eyes* Nothing much. Sorry that you're too damn prideful to ever ask for help.

Taliesin: Tsk. Can we leave this wretched place now?

Saturn: Anything you want, Tally.

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Okay El, requests are up and running again.

Doc, with Dragon sickness (yes, lotr incoming because I know you love it), who is not happy because he feels threatened in his perimeter, other hermits wanting to take his diamonds and other precious materials.

But Doc adores the reader, trusts them wholly (like Thorin and Bilbo almost, only with romance) and doesn't see the readers betrayal coming

Angst ensues.

:D

I started writing the moment I saw this (totally didn't forget to queue, who would think that?). Nix, you know me all too well! Can I just say how sweet it is that whenever I open my inbox formally again, you’re always first there? It’s so kind of you ♥️

I also can't help but feel like this goes so well with the fact that Doc has been running out of diamonds lately XD

This took a bit of a darker turn then I had planned, so it might be a bit triggering in some ways? POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: Violence, angst, addiction/obsession (if you want to count dragon sickness as that).

Anyway, lots of love, and enjoy!

Breathe in. Breathe out.

He was shrouded in darkness.

Doc leant back against the pile of shulkers behind him, each of them so filled to the brim that even with all his weight against them, they did not move an inch. It was a rare occurrence–that it was night on the Hermitcraft server. What were they trying to hide? What were they trying to take? Doc pressed his flask against his lips, downing another night vision potion. His world grew bright again.

No one would make it in under his watch. No one except you.

In a server full of people, you never know who might turn around and stab you in the back, who will take what is yours, who will shatter your pride mercilessly. Or, in some cases, will break into your stock exchange and destroy your bush. But at least among all the chaos, Doc had you.

Y/n. His Y/n. You were the person he could turn to, the person he could trust.

He tossed a diamond up into the air. It seemed to hang there for an eternity before falling back down, landing in his hand silently. Its crystalline surface was enchanting, distorting his face as he stared longingly at it. How had he only a few months prior agreed to letting people take them from him as they willed? How had he been so foolish as to build them up as a pillar for the server to see? Why was he using them as scaffolding in all his redstone, when anyone could come take or break his two greatest treasures?

But you were a beacon of light and justice for him. He knew he could trust in you to never take anything. He knew you would fight by his side if someone harmed him. He’d do anything to keep you safe from harm.

_. The sound of a pickaxe breaking through tuff met Doc’s ears; a distant sound, but all the days he’d spent gazing down at his creation or silently scheming his plans, had resulted in his hearing becoming better tuned, enough to almost match that of Ren’s.

Doc grabbed his sword, and leaping off his platform he soared against the wind in the direction of the sound. A small figure, with their wings tucked tightly behind them. They tore another chunk of the stone from the patch, dropping it quickly into their shulker. Grian. Doc raised his sword above his shoulder, his line of sight ensnared on the avian he was rapidly approaching. He spied the familiar glint of diamonds in Grian’s shulker box, despite the entirety of the Perimeter being coated in a layer of shadow.

‘You’ve done it now, bird boy.’

Doc swung his sword, blade ringing as it struck against Grian’s side. The avian let out a cry, stumbling to turn and try to locate his foe. He fumbled, trying to find his weapon–bow, sword, axe… anything–, while his non-dominant hand wrapped around his body to try and prevent more open bleeding.

‘Doc, what are you doing?’ he yelled at the looming figure sprinting towards him, weapon in tow. ‘I was just getting some tuff for my ba–.’

‘Don’t play games with me,’ Doc growled, adjusting the height of his sword to match the level of Grian’s neck. Their blades met with a resounding crash. ‘I know you’re trying to take my diamonds.’

‘Diamonds? I- Doc, you took them all when you first dug the place out! There’s nothing for me to take!’

‘I know you’re taking from me! Don’t lie!’ Doc swung his sword in the opposite direction, coming full circle to rest right on Grian’s shoulder, rubbing dangerously against his neck. ‘I swear that if I ever see you in my Perimeter again you can kiss the light of day goodbye.’

Doc heard the sound of elytra cutting through the wind, speeding towards him. He would have spun around, but the way the rockets were being fired, the way the person’s angle was adjusting, he could tell exactly who it was. He knew it was you.’

‘Stop!’ you yelled, coming to a halt a few metres behind Doc. ‘I heard yelling��what is going on here?’ Your eyes darted back and forth between Grian and Doc, the open shulker and the pickaxe lying abandoned by Grian’s feet. ‘Doc, leave him. Let him go.’

Your words cut into him like a knife. Could you not see that this was not your fight? Could you not see that Doc was only acting justly? Reclaiming what was rightfully his?

‘Are you not on my side? He’s a thief, Y/n. Let him pay back what he has stolen from me. Let him pay with blood.’

Your grip on your sword tightened. ‘You’ve gone mad, Doc. Mad!’ You charged towards him, albeit hesitantly. Doc thrust Grian back, and the avian did not hesitate to fly a good distance away to spectate. Doc turned and stared into your eyes, not bothering to block your strike; from his chest, darkness began to seep. He raised his blade once more.

You were worth so much to him, but who said that meant he couldn’t love diamonds more?

‘I have been blind,’ he snarled, ‘but now I begin to see.’ His voice dropped an octave, if that was somehow possible, but even acknowledging that his voice was not the same. It rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest, and seemed filled with darkness and anger. It wasn’t the voice of Doc, your friend, your love, but that of a stranger. He used the corner of his coat to swipe away a portion of the blood, leaving the wound exposed. You would never be able to say you did not regret it. ‘I see that true friends are harder to come by than I foolishly thought.’ He raised his weapon, aiming its tip at your chest. He glared at you from under his eyes, though now they seemed almost nonexistent; instead, they were dark voids that felt like they would never leave you, sullen like his other angular features; his robotic eye was hypnotising–the only proper light source to be seen. ‘You’re just like the rest of them. I will not part with a single coin. Not one piece of it.’

Breathe in. Breathe out.

The sounds of his dragon’s wings flapping as it circled around the flagpole was the last thing you heard before his sword plunged into your chest.

Unlike you, he would not live to regret it.

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Fictober 2023 Day 23 - Prompt: "You lost it. Well, we lost it." Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Gale was, in actuality, far better at hiding just how bad his condition was than anyone likely thought. The ache in him was constant, maddening—he always hoped it would become something bearable, like background noise, but it never did. It only ever spiked, going from maddening to shatteringly bad with hardly any warning.

When he did quietly speak to Falerin about how he needed an item in the near future, please, he always did so with the first spike. That, he knew from experience, was usually the only warning he got, with anything from a few hours to a few days’ respite before things got truly unbearable, and it was always better to err on the side of caution. He’d pushed himself, early on, and that’s when things had been…decidedly not good.

But this time, he’d made a mistake. He’d felt the first warning stab as they explored Grymforge, but before he could tell Falerin, a wrong step on a trigger had sent the platform he and Karlach had been standing on sailing high up into the air to a scaffolding overhead. Below, Falerin tried stomping on it again, several times, before Astarion shooed him away to investigate it. They watched the vampire shake his head, then Falerin looked up.

“It’s jammed! We’re better off following the path down here!” he called up to them. “We’ll meet you down the way!”

“Unless you die!” Astarion added. “In which case, leave your bags where we can get them!”

“Astarion,” Falerin chided, giving his chest a little smack.

“What? They’ll be dead.”

“You know we can hear you, Fangs!” Karlach called down. She shook her head, hands going to her hips. “Well, looks like it’s you and me, Gale. Looks pretty clear up ahead, but we know better than that, don’t we?”

“Unfortunately, we do.” Gale grimaced, rubbing his chest. Beneath the skin, the orb pulsed painfully. Oh, this wasn’t going to be a wait-a-few-days instance, was it? “But, no choice but to press on. Lead the way.”

The scaffolding was much longer than anticipated, and they lost sight of Falerin and Astarion fairly quickly. Thankfully, it seemed clear of anything that was out to kill them, but there was no telling if their paths would actually meet.

They came to a halt over a large pool of magma, where there was a break in the scaffolding. For a moment, they stopped to assess their situation.

“I…might be able to clear that,” Karlach said, holding up two sets of blazing figures to try and figure out the angle. “Maybe if we’re quick, I could pick you up before there’s any damage done.”

“Too risky,” Gale said, shaking his head. “Not that I don’t trust you imminently, but either way looks like a fiery death. I could probably cast feather fa—” He grit his teeth at a wave of pain that clawed through his ribs, so blinding it took his breath away. It’s as though the orb was punishing him for just thinking about magic. He gripped the railing, a cold sweat dampening his skin despite the heat of the magma.

Karlach watched him with wide eyes. “Gale? You all right?” she asked.

He took a few sharp breaths, trying to swallow down the discomfort. “Just…I just need a…” An artifact, the thing in him hissed. You need an artifact. I need an artifact.

Karlach’s hands hovered for a moment, wanting to help but not wanting to burn him. “I…I’ve got one potion, if that…” She suddenly gasped. “No, it’s your…it’s your thing, isn’t it? The magic thing?” She blanched. “Are you gonna blow?”

Gale shook his head. “Not…immediately.” Probably.

Karlach fretted, looking about. “Fal’s the one that usually helps you, isn’t he? I don’t see him or Asti, and I…Oh!” She pulled off her pack, digging inside. “Hang on, just hang on a tick, Gale. Mama K’s gonna fix you right up. Found this a little while ago, just thought it was pretty, but…” She triumphantly held up a necklace. “This ought to do something, yeah?”

Gale’s entire world honed in on the necklace, magic pulsing toward him like a siren song. There was a rush in his ears, the orb in him roaring in victory at the sight of its prey, and he lunged at it with all the finesse of an addict getting their next hit.

Problem.

In his less-than-coherent state, Gale’s aim wasn’t as good as it could be. And Karlach, as everyone knew, was literally on fire. So has he went to snatch the necklace from her hand, he missed, and his hand instead slammed into her flaming hot skin. He snapped his hand back with a hiss, and in her immediate pulling back, Karlach lost her grip on the necklace. And down, down, down it went to the magma below.

Gale gaped, pain in his chest outweighing the pain in his hand, and before he could stop himself, he whirled around toward Karlach. “You lost it!” he snarled at her.

The words seemed to have been knocked right out of the tiefling, her eyes huge. She probably couldn’t make tears, not in this condition, but based on her expression, she was doing her best not to cry. Even with the orb’s threats, Gale felt his own anger subside, and he stepped back and took a shaky breath.

“Well…we lost it,” he amended quietly, cradling his burned hand.

“I-I’m so sorry, Gale,” Karlach said shakily, the full weight of what had happened in her voice. Gale shook his head, glancing over the edge of the scaffolding. If things got too bad—and maybe they would, he couldn’t say—perhaps the magma would be enough to muffle the blast. Just as he turned to tell Karlach to make the jump and run, he was met with a warhammer right in his face. Like the necklace, this pulsed with enough magic to make the thing in his chest leap in hungry anticipation.

“Take it,” Karlach said. “It’s got an enchantment.”

“Karlach, that’s your weapon,” Gale said, though he couldn’t pull his eyes from it. “I’m not going to leave you defenseless.”

“And I’m not gonna let you get…swallowed up by your orb,” she said, then nudged it toward him. She gave a weak little smile. “Besides, I’m not defenseless. I’ve got a weapon right here…” She flexed her free arm. “And another to match.”

Gale couldn’t demure anymore. He looked up at her with a whispered “Thank you,” then took the hammer and brought it up to his chest. The magic siphoned into him, and the roaring pain dulled back to its usual dull ache. The orb was sated—for now, at least.

Just as the hammer crumbled in his hands, the sound of footsteps on metal rang out. He looked up to see a figure running toward them, dark and wavy in the heat. He quickly stepped in front of Karlach.

“I’ll take care of this,” he said, then took a breath and lifted his arms. Just as he started his incantation, the figure waved its arms.

“Don’t! Don’t! Gale, it’s me!”

Gale’s arms dropped, and he nearly fell right off the scaffolding in relief as Falerin came to a halt on the other side of the gap.

“Did you find a way down?” Karlach asked, moving over to the edge.

“Yes, just a little farther down. There’s a lift—Astarion’s at the lever, so he can get us back down.”

“Aces.” Karlach grinned at Gale. “You feeling good enough to do feather fall on us?”

“Fully renewed and more than ready,” Gale said with a smile. “Still, be a little careful of your aim. I don’t want you falling slowly down below.”

“No worries there.” She waited for him to cast the spell, then started to back up to take a running leap. She paused beside him, giving him a smile.

“And thanks for being so ready to protect me,” she said, a little quieter. “Not many people think to do that for me.” She grinned. “All right, wizards first. One, two, three, go!”

After the most nerve-wracking jump of Gale’s life and the most dubious lift ride he’d ever been on (“Oh, damn, they survived,” Astarion had said with no small amount of disappointment once it came down with all three aboard. “I was hoping to get Gale’s pack.”), Falerin pulled him off to the side.

“It’s about time for you to have another item, isn’t it?” he whispered. “I have a few ready. You can…” He trailed off as Gale shook his head.

“All accounted for, but thank you.” He glanced over at Karlach, busy ribbing Astarion. “There’s a forge here, isn’t there? Let’s see if we can’t find something really nice for Karlach while we’re here.”

Fictober 2023 Drabble Master Post

[starry-nights12]

Happy Birthday, Jinx! (WIP)

Summary:Happy Birthday. When you're Jinx, there's nothing about her birth that makes her happy.

That is until a certain Firelight leader comes along to surprise her.

Tags:Mutual Pining, Angst,Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence

Author's Note: I had this fic idea for 4 months thinking: "Oh, well, it's June. I'm sure I'll have Chapter 1 finished by or before October." 🤡🔫💥

Until the fic is actually finished, here's a snippet of chapter 1!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Children were squealing and chasing each other. People hollered and laughed as they zoomed on their hoverboards and chattering below.

Jinx was turning nineteen today.

Now she had no one.

Maybe except Ekko but who's to say? Not her, that's for sure.

She killed so many of his comrades. He most likely rued the day she was born and irreparably destroyed their lives.

She should have stayed in her room to sleep away this horrible day. She put her clock down on her nightstand and planned on avoiding any more to make the day go faster.

A question popped into her brain before she can stop it.

I wonder where Vi is?

Where's Vi? You know damn well where she is. She berated herself

'You're so stupid. She's with that enforcer woman, Caitlyn. They're both hunting you down.' Mylo told her.

'They won't stop until you're thrown in Stillwater. She'll let Caitlyn take her revenge before they do. Once they get rid of you they'll ride off into the sunset while you rot away.' He jeered.

Vi.

Vi

Vi

Vi

Vi

Vi

She's What You Despies.

She left you Traumatized.

She found a new Life.

SHE STABBED YOU IN THE BACK LIKE A KNIFE!

YOU DON'T NEED VI!

A SISTER ALWAYS LIES!

"Jinx?"

She shook her head and blinked back into reality. Ekko stood face to face with her on his hoverboard, her eyes met his brown ones, wide in alarm.

"Huh?"

"You're too close to the edge."

Her upper body hang off the scaffolding. She tightened the tip of the switchblade between her teeth.

"Oh." She murmured. She grabbed the platform and then sat up.

Ekko placed his hand over his heart and sighed in relief. "You scared me. I thought you were going to fall."

"Oh." She repeated lamely.

It really wasn't a big deal if she did fall. Dying on her birthday would be ironic and pretty funny anyway.

He furrowed his eyebrows and frowned at her flippant reaction. "Are you okay?"

Jinx scoffed.

Okay.

At that moment she couldn't recall ever feeling okay.

[anastpaul]

Saint of the Day – 8 January – Blessed Edward Waterson (Died 1593) Priest and Martyr, Missionary to his own beleagured English Catholic people under the horrors set in motion by Henry VIII and now being perpetuated by his daughter Elizabeth I. Edward was born in London, England and died by being hanged, drawn and quartered on 8 January 1593 at Newcastle-on-Tyne, England. The prison horses refused to drag Edward to the scaffold and when the guards finally got him there, the ladder for climbing to the scaffold platform, of its own volition jerked to and fro to keep them from climbing it, until Edward himself, made the Sign of the Cross over it and it settled into its position. Additional Memorial – 29 October as one of the Martyrs of Douai.

(via Saint of the Day – 8 January – Blessed Edward Waterson (Died 1593) Priest and Martyr, – AnaStpaul)

[fictionalfantasist]

Wanda x reader fanfic

Summary: Y/N is not a hero—just a stunt double, living in the shadows of others' spotlight. But when her path crosses with Wanda Maximoff’s, their worlds begin to collide in unexpected ways. Drawn together by fate, their bond deepens as they face forces neither of them fully understands. In the fight to protect what matters most, they’ll discover that when two worlds collide, the aftermath leaves nothing untouched—and everything at risk.

Chapter 2

The set had calmed down after the adrenaline of the earlier stunt, settling into that familiar lull between shots. Y/N had finished a few more takes, each one progressively more intense, but nothing they couldn't handle. They were back to their usual routine—quickly resetting, stretching out sore muscles, and keeping the atmosphere light with dry humor.

The sun had climbed higher in the sky, and the temperature on set had started to rise. But just as Y/N was about to kick back with some water and a joke for the crew, things took a turn.

They were hanging out by the edge of the lot, tucked in between two trailers, scrolling through their phone when they heard a commotion from the production tents. It wasn't the usual kind of commotion—the kind that comes with directors barking orders or a sudden camera failure. No, this had a different energy.

Curiosity piqued, Y/N slipped the phone into their pocket and made their way toward the source of the noise. As they rounded the corner, they caught sight of a huddle of crew members, all looking in the same direction, eyes wide with nervous energy.

"What's going on?" Y/N asked, their voice cutting through the murmurs.

One of the crew members turned toward them, face pale. "Something's up with the pyro rig. It's—uh—kinda glitching. The charges went off early during rehearsal, and now it's acting all—"

BOOM.

The ground shook beneath their feet, and a small but sharp explosion erupted from the set, sending a shower of sparks and debris into the air. The crew scattered like startled birds, and Y/N could feel the heat even from where they stood.

Before anyone could react, another loud crack followed, this one sounding even more intense. One of the scaffolds, weakened by the blast, started to wobble, its structure groaning under the strain.

Y/N's instincts kicked in immediately. Someone was still up there.

Without a second thought, they sprinted toward the chaos, weaving through the fleeing crew. From the corner of their eye, they saw Wanda—who had been giving an interview nearby—freeze in place, her eyes locking onto the collapsing structure with an intensity that Y/N could practically feel.

But there was no time to think about that now. As they reached the base of the scaffold, Y/N could see a grip operator clinging to one of the metal bars, his face a mask of terror. The whole structure teetered dangerously, groaning as it leaned further to one side.

Y/N didn't hesitate. With practiced precision, they scaled the scaffolding, every movement quick but controlled, despite the way it trembled beneath their weight.

"Hold on!" Y/N shouted as they reached the operator. "We're getting you down!"

The man nodded, his knuckles white as he gripped the bar. Y/N hooked an arm around the main support beam, reaching out with their free hand. "Trust me, okay? I've got you."

For a second, the operator hesitated, but then the scaffold gave another lurch, and he didn't have a choice. He reached for Y/N's hand, gripping it tightly. In one swift motion, Y/N pulled him closer, wrapping an arm around his torso before pushing off the scaffold and swinging both of them down onto a lower platform.

As soon as their feet hit solid ground, Y/N hustled him away from the structure, just as the last metal joint gave way and the entire thing collapsed in on itself with a deafening crash.

The two of them stumbled a few feet away from the wreckage, hearts pounding in sync with the fading echoes of destruction. Dust and smoke hung heavy in the air, and for a few moments, everything was eerily still.

The operator looked at Y/N, still shaken but grateful. "Th-Thank you. I don't know how—"

"No sweat," Y/N said, brushing some ash off their jacket. "Just another day at the office."

The crew had started to regather, cautiously making their way back toward the set now that the immediate danger had passed. The director was on the phone with someone higher up, already swearing about the faulty rig, while others scrambled to assess the damage.

And then there was Wanda.

She stood at the edge of the chaos, her eyes locked on Y/N like she was seeing them for the first time. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her expression held a kind of intense curiosity—almost concern—but she didn't move. Not yet.

Y/N took a breath, running a hand through their hair as they turned to make sure the operator was being taken care of. The medics had him now, and with the situation under control, Y/N figured it was time to slip back into the shadows. No need to make a big deal out of it, right?

But as Y/N began to walk away, they heard Wanda's voice behind them.

"Y/N!"

It wasn't a shout—it wasn't even loud—but it cut through the noise like a blade, and for some reason, Y/N couldn't help but turn around.

Wanda was striding toward them now, her gaze unwavering, and for the first time, Y/N felt just a hint of nervousness prickling at the back of their mind. Not that they'd let it show.

"Hey," Y/N said casually as Wanda approached, as if they hadn't just thrown themselves into a collapsing scaffold like it was no big deal. "Saw the explosion? Not bad, right?"

Wanda didn't smile, though there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes. She stopped a few feet away, crossing her arms. "You realize you could have been seriously hurt, right?"

Y/N shrugged, leaning against a nearby railing. "Eh, I've been through worse. Besides, you gotta keep things interesting on set, right?"

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze still intense. "You could've used your powers to get him down safely, you know. You didn't have to do it the hard way."

Y/N chuckled. "What can I say? I'm a bit of a traditionalist."

Wanda's expression softened, though she still looked at them like they were some kind of puzzle she couldn't quite figure out. "I don't get you," she said after a moment. "You keep throwing yourself into danger like it's just another job. Do you ever get scared?"

Y/N's smile faltered for just a second, but then it was back, just as quick. "If I told you yes, it would ruin my mysterious vibe. Can't have that."

Wanda tilted her head, a small smile finally tugging at the corners of her lips. "You're more than just mysterious, Y/N."

Before Y/N could respond, one of the producers called out to Wanda, reminding her of the interview she still had to finish. She glanced back at them, looking slightly torn before she nodded and started to walk away.

But just as she was about to leave, she turned back one more time. "By the way," she said, "I'm not done figuring you out yet."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, amused. "That sounds like a challenge."

Wanda's smile widened slightly. "Maybe it is."

With that, she turned and walked back toward the production tents, leaving Y/N standing there in the aftermath of the explosion, watching her go with a mixture of intrigue and something else—a spark of something new. Something unpredictable.

[hideawaysplace]

They peered around the back of the vehicle.

“Why are the police still here?!” Gregory barked, “You said if we wait until nightfall they would be gone!”

Lefty watched through his binoculars, “Normally they would have left by nightfall. They look like they’re guarding the sight overnight,” Lefty observed, “I’m willing to bet they won’t let us in.”

“We have to get in!” Gregory yelled with urgency, “What about Cassie?! She could be injured! If that thing is as bad as you say then she could be badly hurt!”

“We aren’t leaving her Gregory!” Vanessa shook her head, “We need a way in and the cops are guarding the only entrance.”

“Smells like that stupid Detective again.”

“Night, Larson is not stupid-” Lefty spoke.

“He is constantly interfering when we tell him not to, I understand he’s a member of the city’s police force but he needlessly puts himself in danger, he makes himself a target from these monsters, not only that but we have to protect his ass from the monsters he doesn’t fully understand. He will not let us in, so we’ll have to be a little creative with a distraction, long enough for us to run in,” Nightmarionne tapped his chin, “By chance, do you still have those confetti bombs?”

“Yes I do,” Lefty opened his satchel and passed a small rounded ball to him.

“Alright.”

“Ah- Night don’t throw it at those officers!”

“I’m not, it just needs to be close enough to attract their attention,” Nightmarionne angled it away, closing one eyes to get an idea of distance, a few moments hesitating before throwing it up high, it arced over to the side of the plex and landed, then subsequently exploded in a loud bang and bright flash of light and color.

“What the hell was that?!” The two officers immediately turned towards it, seeing a small swirl of smoke from the direction, they slowly approached the area, giving an opening window.

Nightmarionne sprinted, followed by Lefty who carried his large satchel, Glamrock Freddy who lifted up Gregory and followed behind them, and lastly Vanessa who regretted not drinking another cup of coffee.

Nightmarionne jumped up onto the scaffolding above their head, once up, Lefty jumped up, pulling himself up, Freddy held up Gregory to him, realizing it was dangerous to throw him upwards, Lefty grabbed his hands and pulled him upwards, Freddy then stayed for an extra moment to boost Vanessa up so she could grab onto the side.

He then stood there for a minute, recalling he was not good at jumping, and the platform was at least a ten foot off the ground and there was no ladder to get up.

Seeing him standing there, Lefty extended both of his hands, “Come on,” He called, “Hurry up, they’ll come back.”

Trusting him, Freddy jumped up a little and extended out both hands, Lefty immediately grabbed him and pulled him upwards, looking to the side and seeing the flash light of the policemen returning, he pulled him quickly to his feet.

“In!!” Vanessa quietly shouted, disappearing inside the big glass opening inside, Nightmarionne ducked his head to get inside, then Gregory stepped inside, Freddy followed behind quietly, then Lefty.

They were inside.

It was a different experience.

Graffiti on every wall, muddy footprints, oil stains, the pink paint peeling off the walls, the posters ripped and torn, the main neon sign above the ticket counter hanging loosely, looking like it would fall at any moment, food scraps and garbage littered on the ground, the air smelt damp and even mouldy which didn’t surprise them.

They all stepped on the broken glass, judging by the crunching below their feet, obviously the windows were broken by something or someone.

“Alright, this is your absolute last chance to turn around,” Nightmarionne spoke, drawing out his sickles from his waist and spinning them in his palms, he had already said this exact thing three previous times but his tone was much more serious than before. “This is the point of no return. If we all go ahead, we go to the end, we may have to fight our way back out, getting in is easy, getting out is harder. Lefty I know you’ll stick around, as for you three, you can still leave if you wish.”

“Cassie is my friend,” Gregory said, “This is my fault, I have to come.”

“I have a lot to make up for,” Vanessa replied, “This is how I’ll start.”

“And I’m here both for Gregory and my friends, I won’t leave,” Freddy answered.

“So that settles it,” Nightmarionne clanged his sickles together, “Time to tango with the devil,” Nightmarionne jumped down, Lefty followed behind, Freddy lifted up Gregory and jumped down, while Vanessa carefully slid down, aware she had bones and not an unbreakable endoskeleton or whatever Nightmarionne’s body was made of.

“You know our rules Lefty, watch your back, check your left and right, check behind, watch the doors, bright light is our friend, listen carefully, trust your gut, and never be alone.”

“And the final rule, watch out for our human company,” Lefty said, “Let’s go get Cassie.”

[iriequipment]

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Evolution of Rope Suspended Platforms

Initially embraced primarily by major facade contractors, the trajectory of SRPs has undergone a significant shift. Over the past three years, a seismic shift has been witnessed, with the paint industry, spanning from manufacturers to applicators, showing an avid interest. This surge in demand has propelled manufacturers of these platforms to the forefront, dominating the market for close to a decade.

The utilization of Suspended Rope Platform isn’t confined to a singular purpose. From external wall plastering, painting high-rise structures, installing glass facades to the maintenance of expansive external surfaces, the applications are diverse and extensive. Even in scenarios necessitating alterations or demolition of buildings, these platforms emerge as indispensable temporary structures.

The Rise of Rope Suspended Platforms

What sets SRPs apart is their ascendance as the preferred mode of access across construction sites. Traditionally, scaffolding held sway, but the inherent advantages of SRPs, including efficiency and versatility, have prompted their ubiquitous presence in the construction landscape.

Quality and Innovation

Platforms like the hanging rope platform hoists from Jaypee India epitomize excellence, constructed meticulously using premium materials such as stainless steel and aluminum. The emphasis on stringent quality control ensures adherence to specified durability and reliability standards, ensuring that only the finest products reach customers.

Moreover, manufacturers of SRPs have undertaken a trajectory of innovation. Varied versions of these platforms cater to diverse job site specifications. Engineers have meticulously designed these platforms, integrating multiple safety measures to mitigate the inherent risks associated with erecting and maintaining tall structures.

Safety Features and Engineering Excellence

Safety stands paramount in the realm of suspended platforms. Manufacturers have embedded an array of safety features into their products to ensure secure operations:

Rope Failure Prevention: Incorporating locks to prevent tilting due to rope failure.

Advanced Technology: Integration of sophisticated mechanical and control electronics.

Quality Wire Ropes: Utilization of high-grade steel wire ropes to guarantee robustness.

Optional Overload Sensing: Offering the option for sensing overload, further enhancing safety.

Cable Locking Angle: Ensuring a secure cable locking angle of 3–8 degrees.

Superior Suspension Systems: Technologically superior suspension systems enhancing stability.

Durability: A testament to longevity, these platforms are engineered to withstand prolonged usage without succumbing to wear and tear.

Sturdy Construction: With a solid construction, these platforms exude reliability and stability.

Energy Efficiency: Notably, the energy requirements for operating these platforms are considerably lower compared to alternative access systems.

Proficient Management and Operations

One defining aspect of the Suspended Rope Platform (SRP),landscape in India is the involvement of extensively trained professionals overseeing the operation and maintenance of these platforms. Amidst a competitive market, manufacturers differentiate themselves by providing top-tier suspended platform services. These adept specialists, well-versed in every facet of access equipment, ensure superior maintenance and repair services right on the job site. From initial setup to operationalizing the platform, these professionals handle it all with finesse and expertise.

In conclusion, the evolution of suspended rope platforms for plastering and other vertical endeavors has heralded a paradigm shift in the construction and maintenance landscape. With an emphasis on safety, innovation, and efficiency, these platforms have become the linchpin in accessing vertical spaces, promising durability, reliability, and optimal performance. As the industry continues to evolve, these platforms are poised to remain at the vanguard, catering to the ever-expanding demands of vertical construction and maintenance tasks.

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[spirestar]

@heartinhands : see + standing in the rain (medraut + xiv muse of ur choice)

Proper rain clouds are new to Lakeland. It's been over a century since they darkened the sky into the evening, since greys and blues were spread over the wide expanse above like oil paint on a canvas. The Exarch has no need for his hood, not anymore, but with the rain he's more than glad for it. Already his robes are beginning to soak through pitifully, but he promised the Scions he would look, and look he shall. As if he had to be asked to promise / As if he wouldn't promise much more.

As a round of freshly relieved guards head toward the Crystarium proper, the Exarch lifts his skirts to meet them, one crystalline arm raised in greeting. "Has anyone seen--?" Yes, says a mystel he knows is called Yasha-Hann, and when they nod toward the Rookery and the stilted walkways near it that's all he needs to know. He bids them farewell with a similar wave and is off again, the staff on his back smacking at his ankles with how haphazardly he's tied it in place.

Of course she's here; It's the only place with a good view of Lakeland that isn't in Lakeland and about as far as one can go to get away from the crowds of the city itself. With the weather, though, he has to walk carefully up the metal scaffolding to find Medraut stood at the end of the platform, her hair plastered to her cheeks, soaked to the skin. The Exarch is beginning to feel the same, though, and another breeze of cold wind blows water onto his face. So, though there's a greeting on his lips, polite and uncertain still, his body opts for a sneeze in its place. At least he won't frighten himself into not saying anything at all.

He awkwardly squeezes out, "Ah, e-enjoying the weather?" after he rubs at his nose for a moment. His tail is hanging low, waterlogged, and the cold makes his face go just a little red. The cold. Another stream of water drips from his hood and he begins to regret ever wearing the damned thing again. Really he hadn't considered the consequences, it's been so long since a time he could even think to remove it to begin with! In a jolt, the Exarch lifts his hands to hug them around his arms. Only the flesh one is actually cold. "Seems to be no end of it in sight!"

[anndoeshorror]

Fall

You know that meta-horror movie trope where the viewer is watching a particularly scary or gory movie and they have to put their hands over their eyes and peak out at the screen through the tiny gap between their fingers? Yeah, that was me with this movie. 

I don’t have a fear of heights, per se. I’m fine with flying. I’ve been parasailing a bunch of times and love it. Roller coasters don’t phase me. The only time I’m bothered by elevators in tall buildings is when they’re overcrowded. I don’t know if there’s a word for it, but tall, open air, structures? Bridges? Those window cleaning scaffolds on skyscrapers? And this fucking broadcast tower in the movie Fall? Yeah, if there’s a name for fear of those things, I have it. Thosethingsphobia. 

So that said, I knew going into this movie that it was going to make me pretty uncomfortable. It’s hard to classify this movie- it’s mostly thriller/suspense, but it has horror elements enough that I think I can say that it belongs on this blog. 

Fall is pretty minimal, and I love that about it. Most of the film is limited to two characters, friends Becky and Hunter, and one location, a tiny platform 2000 feet in the air. Becky, who watched her husband die in a rock climbing accident a year earlier, is struggling to move on with her life. Hunter, who was also witness to the accident, shows up as the one year anniversary nears, to try to snap Becky out of her depression and regain her love of life (and of climbing tall things, apparently). Hunter’s fab idea? A rusty, decades old TV tower in the middle of nowhere. What could go wrong?

The team make it up the tower, and we have some really stunning (and anxiety inducing) cinematography. We also have some ominous close ups on rattling nuts and bolts that affix the ladder they’re climbing to the tower. After some daring selfie stunts, they embark on their climb back down, only to have 200 feet of ladder disconnect from the tower and fall away. With no way down, the two women make multiple unsuccessful attempts to signal for help from their tiny 2000 foot perch. With no phone signal at the top, Hunter tries to draft an instagram plea for help, stuffs her phone in her shoe for protection, and then tosses it off the platform in the hope that it will pick up a cellular signal on the way down and her message will get out. 24 hours later with no rescuers, they realize their plan was unsuccessful. As the days pass, the situation becomes more dire and their attempts more desperate. More details and spoilers under the cut!

Entertaining: 8/10

Scary: 11/10 if you have a fear of heights/tall structures/falling/etc, otherwise 2/10.

Gory: 2/10

Common triggers: heights, falling, tall structures, implied suicidal ideation, mild gore, dive-bombing birds of prey

There’s quite a bit of suspension of disbelief that you need to employ while watching this, but as horror fans, I think we're used to that and I didn’t mind at all. Amid all the climbing, jumping, hanging on for dear life, and stunning physical feats, the most unbelievable thing for me was that Becky’s phone battery remained charged throughout the whole ordeal. Several days of checking for a signal, using the flashlight, and reminiscing while watching old videos saved to her phone. I’m willing to wave away this and other “plot holes”, given the ridiculous premise we started out with. I’m here for scares, not realism.

The biggest twist, and one that I truly did not see coming, is that Hunter dies about 2/3 through the movie. After repelling down on their 50 foot rope to grab their backpack of supplies that has been resting on a small satellite dish below them, Hunter slips while climbing back up. She somehow miraculously manages to grab hold of the backpack (still attached to the rope), and Becky is able to pull her back up to the platform. Or so we think. 

They share the water from the bag, and pull out Hunter’s drone that they attach a note to and try to fly down to the road below for help. The drone plan fails, and they’re left with Becky’s phone as the only possible way to contact someone. She decides to try one more time to toss a phone off the tower, hoping an unsent text to her dad will finally send on the way down. She asks Hunter for her other shoe, but Hunter replies that she can’t give it to her. Because it’s not on the platform, is it? It’s down there on the satellite dish, with Hunter’s dead body. It has been since she slipped and cracked her skull retrieving the backpack. 

 So Becky’s alone, hallucinating, being stalked by a vulture, and all but given up. Will Becky find her strength, have her alpha predator moment, and get herself rescued? I mean of course, that’s the whole point here. She’s got to get over her dead, cheating husband (oh, Hunter had an affair with Becky’s husband, lmao) and move on with her life stronger and more traumatized than ever. Hashtag Goals, am I right?

This movie was ridiculous and about 20 minutes too long, but it was also visually stunning and very specifically terrifying (for me) so all in all, I liked it. I’d recommend watching unless you have a severe phobia of heights, or on the flip side, you find heights dull and boring. 

Interesting tidbit: the movie is PG-13, it got this rating by replacing the word “fuck”, originally said like over 30 times, by using digital deepfake editing. I did find it dumb that a person in that situation would say “freaking” when clearly a “fucking” was warranted, but they ended up sneaking in one or two anyway. 

Fall was directed and co-written by Scott Mann and Jonathan Frank, it was filmed in 2022 in the Shadow Mountains of California's Mojave Desert.

[voidselfshipp]

Anything But.

Cw: none.

Summary: How Jacob and I get together// In his first visit to a travelling circus in years,Jacob finds who might just be the love of his life.

A/n: songs "Anything But" By hozier. Same as the title.

The circus had come into town to Crawley. and though not an odd occurence, it was certainly something to check out,The twins couldnt remember the last time they ever been to such a show.

So they go,the tickets not too cheap and not too expensive. Makes sense,for the audience is mostly middle/working class,and costs must be paid for.

When the show begins is easy to get lost in the awe and wonder of the mastery displayed before the audience. The ring leader,a kind old Man, presents each show with mirth and joy. Strong men,clowns,beast tamers and of course...

Acrobats.

--Now ladies and gents, let me present to you our team of amazing acrobats, dancers of the air and by all means Fearless artists. --The ring leader bowed as spotlights showed the various cloths that unfurl from the ceiling with a loud thud that makes the crowd gasp.

Aside from the cloths trapezius and rings are lowered, hanging over a safety net tied from support scaffolding to support scafolding.

--This Will be interesting-- Jacob had said to his sister,leaning in conspiratorilly-- None of these guys can do what we can do.

Evie scoffed at the snide of her kin-- Youre incorregible...dont be Mean-- he shrugged and returned to watching the show.

As the acrobats all line up on the platforms to begin,the ring leader stands infront of the cloth in the center. He smiles to all the wonder filled people,noting the few that looked expectant if not a little judgy. He doesnt miss the pair of twins that look on with that feeling of slight superiority.

--This is our best act,May I be so humble as to say. I present to you our very best acrobat--With the cane he points upwards to a platform,where a young woman stands grabbing a trapezius.

The girl cant be older than nineteen, Brown and gold hair tied back with a blue bandana. Their dress has a sun in the center with all manner of sparkling bedazzlements and frilly bits around. Its form fitting and the colors of blue and yellow make it seem like theyre wearing the sun and Sky across their body.

In that instant Jacob meets the green eyed gaze of the acrobat that politely waves at the crowd with this slight meekness. But when their attention centers on him, its different.

First,the male Frye twin does a little reverence with his hand at them. They answer and return the gesture, adding a wink at the end.

--From the south of america we present to you: Jerico! The sun bringer!-- And when his cane hits the Sandy floor Jerico jumps and does a twirl around the trapezius,which sends them over to the top of the tent.

They Grab one if the ropes and move themselves so they can jump to their nearest fellow acrobat. And in a swift dance of movements,jumps And death defying stunts they land on the cloth hanging in the middle of the tent and stage.

Erupting gasps and screams of surprise fill the room,and the twins know then that the person before them moves like they move,they do what they do.

Before them stands a fellow assassin.

And when they land,beautifully do they hang,Like the cutest porcelain doll. Upside down their hair brushes against their temple and they rotate slowly so the whole of the audience can see the artistry of their technique.

Like that,the show of acrobats and air dancers begin. Sadly,Jacob disregards the other stunt men and women to center on the Sun Bringer. His mouth agape,his face red and his sister laughing under her breath in disbelief and the look on her brother's face. She knows then hes in love.

When the show comes to a close,the ringleader uses his top hat to collect tips and just a little bit more money. Jacob Runs to him and gives him a sizeable ammoung that makes the old Man widen his eyes.

--Ill give you this much if you let me talk to your acrobats--the young Man said, a little desesperation in his voice.

--Ah,go right on ahead,good Sir

Without doubting it, the male twin of the pair runs towards the back of the tent where all the staff went.

-♡-

It didnt take long to find who he was looking for. Asking around and admitedly sneaking around (the strong men were giving him some nasty looks) he found the tent where his dashing crush was resting.

With some wild flowers he had picked along the way he clears his throat and says--Miss Jerico? May i come in?

--Who May you be?--Oh that voice,soft and elegant yet with this presence to it. His heart skips a beat.

--A humble admirer.

Few seconds of silence went by,he hears rustling for a few minutes and then hes given the okay to enter.

Inside the tent theres a hammock,a vanity and a few more things to make it cozier. Off to the corner he sees a suitcase Open,he sees between button up shirts a hidden blade. It both puts him on edge but also calms him,knowing hes with his kind.

--What may your name be?--Jerico's voice snaps him from his thoughts,there they sit on the hammock with a trenchcoat on them to cover their mostly under dressed body. Only their thick thighs remain and their feet seem to have slight marks from their bandages.

--Jacob Frye,at your service. --He bowed,giving them his signature dashing smile.

Their eyes crinkle with amusement. --A Frye,then I must tread carefully-- they smile too and walk closer to him. He notes now the trenchcoat they wear is very similar to those of an assasin.

--You seem to know me,but I barely know you-- he said as they took the flowers and inspected them-- How long have you been with the brotherhood?

--Four years-- they answered,stroking one of the petals-- But how did you know?

--The way you move-- he stepped closer,an Arm trying to wrap itself around their waist-- Never seen such thing. Well,except of course in the way me and my sister move...

Jerico smirked and with a swift shuffle they escape his flirty grip. They twirl and sit on the vanity,setting the flowers off to the side. --Hm,well good point. Those in the know would notice... but why are you here?

--As I said--He loomed over them and their knees pressed against his thighs-- An admirer,youre very talented-- He leans in with his hands on each side of their body,resting againdt the wood of the furniture.

Their face warms up and they lean in too,they can smell his cologne and him their sweet perfume. He looks at the messyness of their brown and gold hair and his eyes soften like hes never seen such Beauty.

--Thank- thank you-- Jeri answered,their hands reaching to fix the collar of his shirt to at least try to occupy themself with something. They wouldnt fall for his tricks so quickly.

--Of course-- Little flirty bastard he is,his hand grabs one of theirs and he kisses their knuckles with a wink-- When are you free?

--Not until late night im afraid-- they answer,he holds their hand and its then they notice hes not here for just a quick romance. He wants more,its clear in the way his fingers trace their calloused hands and his thumb rubs away the soreness of their knuckles.

--I can wait until then. Ill hang around-- He smiled-- Theres some really beautiful places here,especially at night.

--Come find me,then-- they smile.

--Consider it a date--He kissed their knuckles again--Ill leave you alone now.

--Take care,Jacob.

He smiled-- you too,Jerico.

-♡-

Late night fell like a blanket over the Sky,showing in glowing dots the beautiful stars. The moon shone,and by the time everyone had gone to sleep she was witness to the two secret lovers sneaking off.

--Jerico?--Jacob whispered against the tent.

--Done! Coming...-- out the tent they rush,wearing a crevat,a button up in white. Over it they wear a grey vest, a gathered up greyish green skirt and under it grey striped pants and high heeled boots of black with steel toes. Over it they wear their assasins jacket and their hidden blade strapped to their right wrist.

His eyes soften again,he smiles and says-- You look beautiful.

They smile too,and though its well into the night it feels like hes basking in sunlight. --You too.

The Man was wearing the same clothes from earlier. A button up slightly loose,a vest, dress pants and shoes and his trenchcoat. He wasnt wearing his hat though,and seeing his slicked back hair was nice.

--I tried to freshen up but you know how our work is and--His tongue began to get tied in itself and they laugh,the sound warm and endeared. Their hand rests on their bicep and say:

--You clean up nicely,Jacob. -- they reassured-- now, what were those places you wanted to show me?

With a meek smile,he takes the hand on his arm-- right this way,miss.

--By the way..--Jeri added as both Walked away from the circus-- Just call me Jer. Jerico feels too formal.

He nodded-- alright,as you wish. -- he tugged them closer-- its a cute nickname

They smile--Ill have to find one for you,then.

--Feel free,Beautiful.-- He flirted, seeing their cheeks redden.

He treats them to a late dinner,then they go over the rooftops of the city. Its a gorgeous thing,with all the lights of the buildings and the smokestacks pushing up into the Sky.

The world underneath seems so unimportant to them both. They only care to dance around rooftops with arms around the other and hands held together. Jacob lifts Jeri up by the waist and helps them settle on the rooftop hes in,he smiles all flirty and they take his hand and run across the tiles to jump to the Next home.

Whoever heard the steps above didnt seem to care enough to check anyway.

Soon the night flees from them,leaving the lovers no other choice but to simply return to the circus where they first met. Sunrise was coming and brought with it their respective responsabilities. Their novel like date brought to a close.

--Ill be late to todays show because of you-- Jeri teased as both stand infront of their tent.

--Sorry--He smiled,holding their hands.

A few seconds of silence go by and he shuffles closer,is that awkwardness in his steps? Its the first time he falls in love so deeply for someone. Oh,be still his beating heart.

--See you again tonight-- they add,making him grin.

--Even if I make you late again?

They shrug-- youre worth it-- his heart skips a beat. Its the first time hes told the trouble he brings with him is worth being around him-- Good night,Jay

--Jay?-- he smirked.

--Your nickname,you dont like it?

--I do like it, it just reminds me of the bird thats all. I much preffer a rook

--Alright then,Rook it is. -- they lean in-- lean down,please?

He smirked,doing as hes told-- yes,what is it?

Jeri kisses his cheek--Good night,Rook. Take care-- They leave for his tent before he can Grab for them. His hand reaches for them but it ends up being too far away. So hes left with his heart in his throat...

And in the background he can already start to hear the orchestra practicing for today,and the main singer begin to thread his tune...

Come here to me, I wish I was a mayfly on the River Tay

I'd fit all my joys and my pleasures in one perfect day

I wish I was the sunlight, just sitting on the Mississippi

I'd settle for a shopping trolley in the Liffey

As he returns home,he remembers the last few hours. All his joys and pleasures in one perfect night.

In a shot, I'd swap my body for a body of water

Worry the cliff side top as a wave crashing over

I'd lower the world in a flood, or better yet I'd cause a drought

If I was a rip tide, I wouldn't take you out

Like that,night after night they saw eachother. The moon the only witness to the dates on the River,the dinners on rooftops and the dancing on some unkown balcony.

Or the sneakings around within greenhouses, all the flowers he would pick as they walk just for them. Or the way they would break into stores and pick out things for eachother,only to leave it all intact in the morning when the sun came up and their time to go their separate ways came to them.

I don't wanna be anything

But I would do anything just to run away

I don't wanna be anything like this at all

But I would do everything if you'd hear me say

Oh, yeah, hey, yeah, hey

Go look another way

Hey, yeah, hey

Look another way

"Have you ever thought about leaving the circus?" He had asked one night.

"Once or twice,but never had a good reason to leave" they answered.

Silence settled as the band underneath the glass dome they were sitting at played. A ball is a ball even if you watch and listen from the empty rooftop.

"Why did you join in the first place?"

"To run away"

"From what?"

"A house that wasnt a home. A life that I didnt want to live"

Music filled the interin, and just when the cicadas and the crickets of the summer night began to accompany the band, Jacob said what hes been meaning to for months now.

His mouth is dry and his heart is at his throat,his pulse could be felt in his neck and his ears went deaf from its thundering...

"Jer...could I be your reason to stay?"

"Of course"

Look, I wanna be loud, so loud, I'm talking seismic

I wanna be soft as a single stone in a rainstick

I wanna be the thunder of a hundred thousand hooves moving quick

If I was a stampede, you wouldn't get a kick

They taught him horseback riding. The fields saw the lovers trot at full speed,whoever came in last had some sort of petty thing to do. Once Jacob lost so bad he had to do Jeris laundry for a week.

Evie was happy with the New companion. She found them nice to be around,funny, a good listener and kind. They helped around the house and she did wonder how did they put up with her brother....

I wanna be the shadow when my bright future's behind me

I wanna be the last thing anybody ever sees

I hear he touches your hand, and then you fly away together

If I had his job, you would live forever

Ontop of the Frye estate the Sky looked beautiful, stars glimmering and the moon bearing witness to countless lovers across the world. With the cool breeze Jacob had found an excuse to sit close and zip Jeri up on his jacket.

To have them this close was a blessing,and feeling just a little humorous he Gently squeezes them in his embrace.

Its a little cold,but hes so warm.

And so comfy.

--If I were god...--He began,great start already-- you would live forever

Laughter fills the night.

--Only if I get to be with you

His gloved hand cupped their face and he leaned in. He smiles with that softness,that look in his eyes that show that despite his Casanova ways,hes in deep love. -- Thats out of the question,love.

--Good-- they lean in,and he grows shy.

--May I? -- he asked like he wasnt sure of the answer.

--Of course,little rook.

His lips meet theirs and its all he cares to feel for hours on end. Once again the night fleets away from the lovers but when sunrise comes neither part. They only move to sleep on the nearest bed together, as the rooks outside guarded the sun as it moved across the Sky.

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