#mkay rant over/silly

[scarapanna]

Maybe you've answered this before, and I didn't see it, but are you planning on adding Dark Cacao and Mystic Flour to the Intertwined Opposites AU?

Pretty interesting thought!!

Most of intertwined opposites is centered around Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk, but the other beasts will be mentioned and have part in the story to an extent.

Mystic Flour's arrival happens when the main team is still in the faerie kingdom (to my understanding) so Shadow Milk isn't doing anything yet, it all happens in the "prologue" of it all.

But, the awakened forms of the ancients will be helpful when he's eventually confronted by them, and if he doesn't release after another 3 years like Lily I may reference a few things that happen in (possibly) his own episode during the last segment of the storyline.

Tldr: The other beasts are gonna play their part in the order they release, awakened forms are gonna do so too but aren't the main focus for the most part. Current beast yeast episodes are influential and happen in the same way as kingdom canon (unless I gotta do some tweaking for continuity's sake/ involving the main knowledge duo)

[lattefics]

“forever”

a short ficlet from a prompt game.

summary: ‘forever’ is a relative term

warnings: abusive parent/child relationship

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A few years, he told himself. A few more years, and it would be enough. Enough coin to pick up a ride on the next trade wagon, enough preparation to just pick up his sister and go and never come back. 

A few years wasn’t a lot, he tried to tell himself, late at night, when his muscles ached and his bruises stung with sharp pain every time he moved.

A few years felt like forever.

Vax wiped the blood from his cheek, a wet cloth clasped in one hand, a hand mirror shaking in the other. It wasn’t as deep a cut this time, at least. Syldor didn’t like using weapons, just the back of his hand, and his rings weren’t cheap. The gems could leave a gash for weeks.

He’d fallen from a tree, he told Vex, when she cried and fretted over him after coming home from her silly embroidery tutoring or whatever it was their father was making her do to become a “proper” lady. He’d barely had time to tell her the excuse before slipping out to sit in the shadows for the afternoon and lift any coin he could get from people going home after a long day of work.

Syldor never hit him when Vex was home, so the days when she left for lessons were the worst.

Now he was in their room, in the dark, his sister sleeping soundly beside him, while he tended his wounds. Syldor wouldn’t pay for healing potions, told Vax that it was his own fault and he should deal with the consequences. Vex had ranted and raved about how cruel it was, for Syldor to give even less of a damn than he pretended to in public, and spent the minutes before bed begging Vax to be more careful in the future. They didn’t need the constant reminders of Syldor’s negligence.

As if Vax wasn’t praying for the same thing.

He sighed, putting the cloth and mirror down on their bedside table. It was too dark to see well anyway, the moonlight barely enough to catch the outline of the cut. He could feel it, though, running his hand over his cheek, wincing at the pain. The line was jagged, torn open by the edges of Syldor’s ring. The skin around it had bruised, too. The pain brought back the echo of Syldor’s words, burning through Vax’s head just before he’d landed the blow.

A few more years. A few more years.

He moved, off the bed, across the room to pry up the loose floorboard and dig his day’s earnings out of his pocket. He dumped it into the little box under the wood floor. A spider had started weaving a web around the edges, and Vax wiped it off. He’d only barely managed to snatch the keepsake box his mother had given him, filled with little trinkets from the few years they spent in the human village. And now, his earnings from the last few months. Unfortunately the elves here were smart enough not to carry their coin in easily accessible places. He barely had enough for one wagon trip out, much less a trip for them both.

Vax breathed deep, flinching at the sting in his cheek. He’d have to avoid moving his mouth much when he ate, and smiling would be impossible. He supposed it was a good thing he only did that around Vex.

She had her back turned to him now, chest rising and falling gently. Vax moved back to the bed, slipping his shoes off and laying back, arms crossed behind his head. They were supposed to sleep in separate rooms, but since when did he listen to his father? They hadn’t shared a separate bed a single day in their lives and Vax wasn’t about to start now.

Vex stirred, blankets shifting. Vax jolted, leaning away as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Vax?” she said, her voice groggy with sleep. “Still up?”

“Been up, yeah.” He reached out, tucking back a cowlick that had sprung from the nest of her hair. Syldor always complained about how hard it was to manage; filthy human-inherited hair. “Go back to sleep, Vex.”

“Mkay.” She yawned and settled down again, facing him this time, her arm thrown across his lap. “You sleep too.”

“I will.” Vax put a hand over her head, petting as she fell back asleep.

A few more years.

An eternity.