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[mirasmirages]

"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you." 

Or 

"I saved you. Don't you think you should be grateful?"

"Grateful? For this?"

"Everything I'm doing is to keep you safe!”

For James and Henry, please 👀👀

- @starliight-whump

It always surprises me how cruel Henry was in the beginning, so here's a little scene of what might have happened if that hadn't changed.

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It was too early in the morning to deal with this.

It wasn't the first time James had tried to run, but it was the first time he had gotten this far. Usually Henry was a light sleeper and caught him before he could leave the apartment. Today, he had gotten all the way to the lobby before getting caught, and Henry hadn't noticed anything before he got a call from Emmett, the security guard.

When Henry got out of bed, he felt unusually heavy. It was rare for him to be tired enough to sleep through even light noise. Now, the adrenaline should have him wide awake and rushing down the stairs, but instead he he was calm, almost fuzzy.

He mulled it over while he walked down the stairs, and by the time he got to the bottom and found James face-down on the floor with Emmett holding him down, it seemed obvious.

He knelt by James's head and grabbed his face with one hand, tilting it up so they made eye contact. James's face was wet with tears, and his whimpered pleas were the same as they always were when he got caught trying to escape.

"James," Henry said. "Did you drug me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," James said, over and over, and Henry recognized it for what it was. Not an apology, but a plea for mercy.

Henry had been merciful many times before. He had chosen to trust James's promises to be better, and he never kept them. James had made it clear that mercy didn't work, and perhaps Henry should be grateful for the drugs that kept him calm through what he did next.

"You know I love you," he said, and instructed Emmett to lift James's leg a few inches above ground. James tried to get up, but a light hold from Henry was enough to make him lay back down. "We belong together. You're staying with me."

Henry got up, and stepped on James's leg until something snapped. James screamed, his voice echoing against the walls while Henry gathered him in his arms and carried him up the stairs.

"Shh, you're okay," he murmured, his voice tired and soft. "We'll take care of this. I've got you. Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you."

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[alfea]

[starcrossedjedis]

👀Mira/Shanks Beach

"Do you think he knows?" Shanks whispered as they watched Buggy skipping down the gangway in front of them; more than just metaphorically trampling all over their big plans for this evening.

Her dad and the crew had left for a night on the town, so Mira and Shanks had been looking forward to some alone time - make up an excuse to stay behind, maybe enjoy a romantic picnic and the sunset on the beach and then head back to the Oro Jackson to... enjoy each other.

Their best friend however had other plans. Usually Buggy wouldn't have passed up on any opportunity to hang out with the rest of the crew and assert his place as "one of the guys", but when Mira and Shanks had excused themselves tonight, he had been very quick to join them.

Shanks glowered at the clown's back, convinced there was a little extra mean spring in his steps.

"I think he's trying to annoy us into telling him..."

[faejilly]

Week(s)-In-Review

Since I was too heavily invested in potato-ing to do this last week, this is technically two weeks worth. 🥔🥔

Watching: is actually REwatching M*A*S*H yet again. -ish?

As in letting it run on the tv in the background a lot. I'm already at Charles! He's such a better foil than Frank ever managed. (Glorious bastard vs snivelling ninny, the glorious bastard always wins.) I did stop and watch Mulcahy's War properly tho, since that's always been one of my favorite episodes. It is also where bb!jilly first learned the word 'tracheotomy' and bb!jilly wanted to be a pathologist when she grew up, so that's a pretty formative influence. Or something?

Adulting: Still enjoying my job, and they don't seem to want to get rid of me, either. 😄 Not so great with non-job to-do list, but whatever. Adulting is hard, no one's dying/starving/injured/fired, so we'll take it.

I finished my first "race" of the year! I don't have my medal yet though, you'll have to wait on that. I'm only averaging about a mile and a half a day which means I'm gonna need to be *over* three miles/day for the rest of the year, but I did the same thing last year, I just suck at January/February so it's not actually that discouraging. (I also lost a bunch of steps because I wasn't wearing my watch while I was shoveling out the driveway when we finally got snow last week, but whatever. 🤣)

Reading: Mermaids & Murder & Toad, oh my!

I liked Into the Drowning Deep more than Rolling in the Deep, but I'm glad I finally tracked down a copy so I could read it, it is very good. If tragic. But I knew that going in.

Adèle from Jane Eyre is an excellent heroine of her own, and for all I do actually adore the original, this is visceral & self-aware in a way I think Bronte would have appreciated, even as it does emphasize different conclusions.

Hey look I've had T. Kingfisher in *every one* of these so far, so are we surprised? No. Is Thornhedge spectacular & somehow adorable even around all the terrible fae violence? Yes. (I should let my mother know I'd like the hardcover for my birthday, since it was a library read. 🎁)

Playing: Cult of the Lamb, to poke around the new Sins of the Flesh update. It's a very silly game, but again, I knew that already 😅😅😅 (Thing 1 got it for me, I'm glad he knows I've put an embarrassing number of hours into it.)

Creating: No writing or podfics or fanmixing, despite the occasional intention for all of the above. However!

I did actually get Gerald & Piggie onto the bookshelf:

Only now I don't know what I want to try and make next...

[loath3d]

it's difficult to talk to the woman standing just a few yards from him, but if looks could kill... the distance would mean nothing to her. he shifts on his feet, leveling a half glare at her. ❝ stop looking at me like that. if you need to say something, just say it. ❞ perhaps xaden shouldn't take that tone with her. he's only just graduated, and her ranking is high above his own. he stands his ground, nonetheless, chin lifting ever so slightly.

starter for / @artisanals

[jack-of-emos]

🐰

Mira.

Atleast it's.. a bit.....

-❤

[lanternlightss]

ISAT anon here, assuming the big relevation about the king’s motives is the one in chapter 3’s ending and not some further relevation in act 4 I haven’t reached yet, revived deca having similar motives is so. Ough!!!! How have I not thought of it yet?? That is so diabolically evil I need to write it at some point. One of the main reasons I started playing was because I wanted to see if I could draw any lines between deca and the king and so far I am *not* disappointed.

Old mond finding out about the change belief,,, it would be so jarring for them to go from a “everything has to stay the same, the only way to break the dull monotony is to try something new but half of it is illegal now” society to a “do whatever you want forever :)” society. Isn’t the ability to change a personal freedom of sorts? I don’t know much about the change god itself yet but from what I do know Barbatos would approve of them.

I did not know you could talk to the change god but did you know once you fish enough times you can actually catch a fish? I know nothing about the odds or if it fluctuates over time but I found it interesting :D

RIGHT !!! RIGHT ????????

going to put the rest under the cut bc of spoilers but . pointing at you YEAH .

like . like . the Idea of decarabian, perhaps, finding This Mond so …. nice. it’s perfect. but he can’t shield it from the world, that didn’t go so well last time (and this new wind god would give him a piece of their mind if he so much as tried), but maybe. there’s another way to preserve this. there’s another way to keep everyone okay.

but THEN what if he tries that with old mond. my city, my people—they’re all gone. i have nothing. nothing to return to. the things left of me are passed down records, and ruins. what happened to our language? what happened to our beliefs? what Happened, please, tell me. when you all left, what did you take with you? (<- like how much would deccy Mourn. how much would he be in a similar position; of trying to grasp onto grains of sands.)

HONESTLY it would be so cool to see how decarabian would react to the king. both doing something … not so great, out of love, out of grief, out of protection, out of “it’s better this way.” put the two of them in a room what discussion would they have 🎤 (also 👀👀👀👀 revived deccy fic !!!!! looking !!!! and YEAH god theyre both so. shakes them !!!)

ALSO REAL !!!!! like that would be so jarring for them !!!! i wonder if they would spend a while waiting for the other shoe to drop—this has to come with a cost, right? you can’t just. keep. doing. things?? this information cannot be this easily attainable, right? eyes.. eyes and ears are everywhere. (also: nb encountering the list of names for when you change,,,) but YEAH vaugarde is so. mond coded. to not be shackled by anything, to be a helping hand. agh (also giggles !!! barbatos would certainly have many thoughts :3)

ALSO YEAH !!!!!!! ITS COOL, esp the dialogue for the event !!!!!!! sif buddy !!!!?! i dont remember the exact numbers, but i think the chances for it are really really really low ? which . is . Interesting 👁 (also . hey . Hey hey :) another thing. have you …. shown loop anything ………. if not you should Totally totally show them that silver coin sif has there a whole bunch <3)

[winxwannabe]

I’ll throw a vote for BTC into the ring! Mostly because I quite enjoyed the opening chapter (but also because it saves me from caving and watching the later seasons in order to read your other fics 😅). Also, think of the delightful chaos if somehow you updated BTC, I updated BTS, and BloomValyria updated Broken Pieces on the same day! We could break an entire fandom 😈

P.S. Glad that your dog is doing well!

Ok but seriously coordinating updates would be hilarious we should do that

THE TALLY NOW STANDS:

What We Do - 3 Ashes - 3 Break the Chain - 1

I can't blame anyone for not wanting to watch the later seasons. I will say though, people can probably just know S1-3 and still enjoy Roll Here In Our Ashes. There's basically no Nickbow information in it, and the most talked about S8 plot point involves Icy and Dyamond, which people involved in the fandom have probably heard through chatter by now. Though now I'm curious how many people read it that haven't watched S8.

What We Do, though...I can't talk you into that. That's fair. And I can't in good conscious recommend anyone watch those seasons. Or, not sober, at least.

[mirasmirages]

🛡 valnori!!!! go wild with it

🛡 Hurt protecting someone they love

"Absolutely ridiculous!"

Val sat sprawled across an armchair in the living room while Coach Falkner paced the floor muttering.

"There's no way she won't win. It's rigged!"

On the couch next to the chair, Cara lay with her head in Eli's lap. Neither of them looked particularly worried, but Val knew they all felt it.

Tomorrow their dance crew were going to compete in the regional talent show, and they had a good chance of winning. At least, they had had a good chance of winning until it was announced that one of the other contestants was Norina, a young singer whose career was just taking off.

"She doesn't need this. She's already famous! And the prize money will mean nothing to her! Not like it would for us."

Val poked Cara with her foot. They were all exhausted after today's rehearsal, and Val wanted to go to bed. Coach could go on for hours if no one stopped him, but Val did not want to be the one to do it. Cara gave her a look, and the two had a short but fierce conversation solely through their eyebrows.

Defeated, Val sighed. "So, what are we going to do about it? We can't exactly stop her from competing, so what, do we drop out? Or do we go for second place?"

It would suck to only get second, but they had worked for this for so long, dropping out would be even worse.

Coach Falkner stopped talking and narrowed his eyes at her, and Val braced for getting chewed out.

"That," he said, "is exactly what we'll do."

Wait... what?

"We're... going for second?"

"We're going to stop her from competing," Coach Falkner said. "Since you volunteered, Val, you will find her tomorrow before the show and convince her."

"Wait, no-" Val protested, straightening up. There was no way that was going to work, she was a dancer, not a talker!

"Now that's settled, off to bed with you." Coach made a shooing motion towards them. "Cara, stay for a minute, I need a word."

*

Sneaking into Norina's dressing room was easier than Val had thought it would be. She had imagined sneaking past guards, or picking locks, but when she got there, she could just walk straight in.

The fact that Norina got a dressing room all to herself was ridiculous. The rest of them had to make do with sharing the general backstage area, working around each other while warming up, but apparently that wasn't good enough for the little celebrity. No, she had to have her own mirrors, and her own clothing rack, and her own snack table. Val snatched a bag of chips and sat down in the makeup chair to wait for Norina to come to the room.

She finished the chips before anyone came, and then walked a round of the room, stroking her fingers over the ridiculous costume Norina had brought. Norina was known for her opulent outfits, shiny long dresses that covered the stage and hair that was probably in fashion hundreds of years ago. The dress she had brought today was blue and green and had a kind of crunchy sheen to it.

Maybe Val had come too early. She had been early on purpose, since she hadn't wanted people to be here already, but this waiting was incredibly frustrating. She just needed a minute alone with Norina so she could tell her to drop out, and then she could go back to her crew.

She dragged the makeup chair over to the snack table and resigned herself to wait until someone came. Coach Falkner was going to be pissed if she didn't succeed in her mission, and while she had her doubts about how possible it was, she had to at least try.

The door opened half-way through her third tiny bag of chips.

Val had seen pictures and a few film clips of Norina on stage, done up in her costumes and makeup, but right now, she was wearing her hair in rollers and had barely any makeup on. She had a cup from Val's favorite milkshake place, which she dropped in the trash can the moment the door closed behind her.

"Hey!"

Norina startled as her eyes flew to Val.

"Who are you?"

"Did you just throw out a full milkshake? Those are expensive!"

"Did you touch anything?" Norina ran to the costume rack and ran her hands down the dress, probably looking for some kind of sabotage she wouldn't find, because Val was using more honest tactics than that. "No one should be in this room!"

Val rolled her eyes. "Calm down, princess, I didn't mess with your stuff. Seriously, though, why would you buy a milkshake just to throw it out? Was it for a picture? Did they sponsor you?" Val got up and picked the milkshake out of the trash to see if it could be salvaged. Cara would laugh at her for eating out of the trash, but come on. It was from Rainbow House!

"It was a gift," Norina said, grimacing as she watched Val. "It's very sweet of them, but I can't have dairy before a performance."

Val gave the milkshake a lick and frowned. It was almost bitter. "What flavor is this?"

"Chocolate, I assumed."

"That's boring. You should try their butter-rum milkshake, it's way better than this."

"I ... okay? Who are you, again?"

"I'm Val." Val stood and did a turn, letting Norina see the back of her sweatshirt. "I'm on The Kestrel Crew. We were gonna win this show, until you showed up."

"Okay ..." Norina said, looking unsure. "What are you doing here? No one were supposed to be in here."

"They should lock the doors if they didn't want people to come in," Val shrugged, and put her hands in her pockets, pretending not to be as awkward as she felt. "Anyway, I'm here to tell you to drop out of the show. It's not fair that you show up with your fame and your money and steal the show."

"That's not fair," Norina said. "I have just as much right to be here as anyone else."

"Do you, though? You don't even live here. You have a record deal and modeling jobs. I saw you in a hair dye ad on TV. People know who you are, and when you win, it won't be because you're good, it'll be because you're famous."

Val had expected Norina to be angry, or at least arrogant enough to not care, but instead, she looked almost hurt.

"I think you should leave," she said. "I need to do my makeup. Good luck on your performance."

"Yeah, whatever. We both know who will win," Val muttered and left.

*

The talent show had started, and Val was backstage, stretching as she waited for it to be their turn. On the other side of the room, Norina looked like a peacock in her shiny green and blue costume.

Coach Falkner had been surprisingly unbothered when Val told him she failed to get Norina to drop out, and Val wasn't sure if that was because he realized she had no chance to begin with, or because he was saving his fury for later. Probably the latter.

Cara dropped down next to Val and started working on her side splits, as if they weren't already perfect.

"Show-off," Val whispered.

Cara laughed and bent her foot up behind her head. 

"I can't believe she's still here," Cara whispered, glancing over at Norina. "She must be feeling terrible about now."

Val looked over to where Norina looked just fine. Nervous, maybe? Or guilty, as she should. But Val hadn't been that mean. "Why would she?"

"I gave her a milkshake on the way in," Cara explained. "Pretended to be a fan fawning over her. It was full of laxatives, and they should be kicking in at any moment now."

So that was why the milkshake had tasted funny. Val was feeling pretty miffed about not being let in on the plan. "I thought I was supposed to make her drop out."

Cara rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right, because we all thought that was gonna work. You were the distraction. We had to do something that would actually work."

"Well, she didn't drink it, so I guess we both failed."

"What do you mean she didn't drink it?" Cara actually looked kind of shocked.

"She doesn't drink dairy before she's gonna sing. Maybe she's lactose intolerant."

"Shit."

Cara got up to talk to Coach, and okay, yeah, that was the fury Val had expected. He wasn't shouting, not with so many people around, but Val could feel it radiating off him all the way to where she was sitting.

"What did he say?" Val asked when Cara returned, looking much less confident than she had been just a minute before.

Cara shrugged. "Something about a plan B?"

"What's plan B?"

"I don't know. I thought this was plan B."

When it was Norina's turn to perform, Val went to watch from the side of the stage. A hush went over the room as the lights adjusted, making Norina's dress sparkle like the ocean at night, and she began so sing.

"Tanto tempo fa, un uccello fatale di nome Chromaggia." 

She was just standing there at the front of the stage, and yet everyone in the audience was paying attention. Even backstage, a lot of the performers had come to listen. It wasn't the style of music Val would choose to listen to, but even she could admit, Norina's voice was impressive.

"Incrociò in volo la freccia di un arciere lungo le coste di lava."

"Crap." Cara came up beside Val. "She's good."

"Yeah."

"I was hoping she wouldn't sound like that live. There's no way she won't win."

"Yeah."

"Coach will be pissed."

"Yeah." Val turned to see what Coach Falkner thought of Norina's performance, but couldn't find him right away. Looking around, she found him by the rigging system, doing something Val couldn't see. She frowned, and gasped when she realized. Coach Falkner was loosening one of the ropes. Val followed the rope with her eyes. It led to the lighting rig right above Norina's head.

The lights moved, and Val had no time to think. She ran out on stage and pushed Norina to the ground, landing on top of her. A second later, she heard the rig fall to the ground.

There were screams, gasps, people rushing to the stage. Val paid them no mind. She grabbed Norina's thighs through her dress and followed her legs down to her feet.

"Oh, good," she said, feeling weirdly light-headed. "You're okay."

"Val, you--" Norina's voice was shaky, her eyes wide with shock. "Your legs--"

Val frowned in confusion, and turned to see what Norina was staring at. 

"Oh, shit." Both her feet were trapped under the rig, and there was blood. She hadn't felt it right away, too worried about Norina, but now, the pain crashed over her in one big wave. Like seasickness. She turned back and planted her face against Norina's stomach. "I don't feel good," she said, and passed out.

*

When Val was eight, she started taking dance lessons at Coach Falkner's studio, along with a few other kids at the orphanage she lived at. It was clear from the start that she had talent, but her attendance was spotty, since the orphanage workers didn't see it as a high priority to get her there on time. When she was ten, Coach took things into his own hands, and became her foster parent, and later, her adoptive dad.

He was her coach first, and her dad last, but still, he had been the only adult in her life that had really cared about her in some way. So when the cops showed up at the hospital to ask about what had happened, she hadn't known what to say. She lied and said she couldn't remember.

What would happen now? No one had visited Val in the hospital--at least not while she was awake--so she didn't know what was going on with the crew. Was Coach mad at her? How mad would he be? Would he let her come home when she was discharged from the hospital?

She had one broken ankle that had needed surgery, and a hairline fracture in the other. She wouldn't be able to walk for weeks, let alone dance. Even if Coach wasn't pissed about Val ruining his murder attempt, she would still be useless as a dancer. And honestly, even if she had been perfectly fine, would she want to go back, knowing what Coach was capable of? Did this change things? It wasn't like she had believed he was a good man, but ... murder was at another level.

She watched bad daytime TV while her mind ran in circles without getting anywhere. It didn't take long before she started to feel like she was going a little insane. Bad enough that no one was visiting her, but couldn't they at least have dropped off her phone?

A couple days in, she was finally, finally distracted from her thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Yes?" she said when the person waited for a reply. Maybe it was Cara? Probably not Coach, Coach wouldn't knock.

With a huge bouquet of flowers in her hands, Norina came into the room. No fancy costume this time, just her hair in braids and the kind of makeup that didn't look like makeup but probably was makeup.

"Hi," Norina said. She glanced around the empty room. With no flowers or cards or anything, it was clear she was the first to visit. "I wanted to thank you. You saved my life."

"Oh, um. I wasn't really thinking," Val said, feeling awkward. After all, she was on Coach's crew. Even if she hadn't known what he was going to do, she still felt weird being thanked. "I mean--not that I regret it. I just ... I didn't know he was going to do that."

Norina put the flowers on the bedside table and sat in the chair next to the bed. "It still doesn't feel real," she said. "I just ... I don't understand. Why would he do something like that?"

Val sighed. "I knew he was going to be mad when I couldn't make you drop out. But not like this."

"This was all to win the competition?" Norina's voice was small.

"Not even that." Val frowned. "Wait, we didn't win, right? What happened after I passed out?"

"No one won," Norina said. "They cancelled the rest of the show and called the police."

"Yeah. So if he did it to win, it was a shit plan."

"I suppose it was." Norina chewed on her lower lip. "I'm sorry you got hurt."

"Oh, this?" Val shrugged with a grin. "Barely a scratch."

"No, it isn't. You're a dancer. Getting hurt could mean the end of your career." Norina reached into the flower bouquet and took out a card that she handed to Val. "My parents want to thank you for what you did too. If you need anything, if there's anything we can do to help, give us a call."

Val opened the card to find a generic get well message and a phone number. "Anything?"

Norina gave her a suspicious look. "Within reason, but yes. Anything related to your recovery and to getting your career back on track."

That was incredibly generous. Val wasn't sure she trusted it. She pouted. "So no lifetime supply of milkshakes from Rainbow House?"

"Is that really what you want?"

"I told you, their butter-rum is really good."

Norina rolled her eyes and pulled the card from Val's hands, wrote something down, and gave it back. "Text me when you're out of the hospital, and I'll buy you a milkshake."

"Will you have one too?"

"We'll make it a day I'm not performing."

[halphcs-a]

cana and gray helping mirajane pick out ruggy after she lost lisanna. yes please.

[alfea]

i am so good at this music thing

[starcrossedjedis]

Edgy/misc ask game for Mira! #6, 7, 13 anndd 24 ^_^ Enjoy.

Thank you ❤

tagging the OPLA squad: @auxiliarydetective @bravelittleflower @supermarine-silvally @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene

6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

eeeh... depends. She's the daughter of the most notorious "old guard pirate", so I think the whole morl compass thing is a little bit bendable to begin with. Mira is a good person at heart, but with morally questionable decisions she will very probably go and weigh the cost agains the gain and put her own reservations aside if the gain is worth it.

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Mira in herself is "a Sun who's changed since I first came up wit her" in that she is a version of Sun who grew up on her father's ship with Shanks and Buggy. But she's also changed since I first came p with her. Her devil fruit powers are more refined now and intertwined with what she inherited of her father's Haki powers. I'm bending the canon timeline for her A LOT. But first and foremost her personality deviates a lot more from Sun than it did in the beginning, becaus I realised how much Sun was a product of her experiences and that Mira didn't need that whole hard shell protecting her good heart, so she is now a lot softer than Sun.

13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

I think so, yes. I love her a lot. Not sure she'd be just as fond of me, but a woman can hope (we definitely share our taste in men, so that's a start xD)

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made that decision?

Again, Mira is already on the big, alternative life path simply because she is the AU version of Sun, BUT there is one big decision that sets her life's course in a big way and if she didn't do it, things would be very different in that -

had she told Shanks what she found out about her captivity and the real reason behind her staged "rescue" instead of just running away in the middle of the night and breaking his heart, she would have had him by her side when she learned that she was pregnant and they could (and would) have raised their daughter togther instead of both being miserable on their own and their daughter always wondering who her real father was and why the thought of him made her mother so sad...

Their daughter might have never met the Straw Hats though, so not everything is bleak and sad in their version of reality ^^'

[isefyres-archive]

@rosecrowned asked: you keep it. it's yours. (mira)

"You   know   well   that   is   not   true.   You   gave   me   this."   All   the   way   back   then,   back   in   King's   Landing   at   the   beginning   of   the   war.   It   had   been   a   simple   gift,   comfort   given   after   news   of   what   was   done   to   her   house   has   reached   her   and   her   lady   had   been   good   enough   to   give   her   a   warm   coat   as   she   silently   stared   to   the   moon.   "It's   yours   and   now,   you   are   the   one   who   needs   comfort   and   I   shall   give   it   back   to   you,   Your   Grace."

[diablescharmants]

continued from [x]

     The stress had completely gotten to her, after all. Busy days at the guild hall could be nice and entertaining despite the work she had to get done (serving drinks, chatting and occasionally providing music were all things she handled gladly, after all) but sometimes it became too much even for the she-devil.

     When Mirajane woke up the last thing she remembered was that Freed had helped her clean the bar and they talked a bit once they were done. And… then? Confusion grew as she tentatively removed the blanket she was covered with, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. How had she gotten here and- Oh.

     The sight of Freed in the chair smashed her confusion to pieces as she realized what must have transpired. Blinking again, she felt a bit of warmth rise up in her cheeks. It was a cozy feeling that embraced her and it soon carried over to her lips, a beatific smile forming. Such a considerate act wasn't unexpected from the rune mage but that didn't keep Mira from being positively caught off guard.

     It was an unusual picture, seeing Freed asleep with a book still in his lap but one that made him look kind of peaceful and at ease. Good, that's what she wanted for him. For everyone she shared about. To be at ease, feel safe. At least the cook book hadn't slid off and she could make sure to mark the page with the bookmark he had brought.

     That's what she did after standing up with quiet feet. Hoping that her actions wouldn't rouse Freed from sleep, Mira proceeded to take the book and placed it on a nearby shelf before then grabbing the blanket and returning his nightly gesture as she cautiously covered him with the fabric.

@mirroredworlds

[dolceminerva97]

Holi. Acaba de surgirme una duda. ¿Tina y Xavi ven telenovelas juntos o no son mucho de ver telenovelas?

A Xavi le gusta más el anime, pero no descarto que vean telenovelas y El Chavo juntos, cuando terminen de ver los quichicientos episodios de One Piece que Xavi obliga a Tina que vea con él 🤣