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OCs As Experiences

i was tagged by: @blissfulalchemist (gracias!✌️🌺) to do this uquiz for some ocs as experiences.

i decided to do marta and cloud, mostly because i have been thinking of marta a lot lately and cloud cause i always have cloud brainrot. and i made little notes in the post cause that's fun for me!

anywho, i'm tagging these cool cats to do it if they want to: @sunhearts / @outfromthesea / @fayelistic / @thelittlestspider / @youngsamanda / @neutronstcr / @theaisstillhere / @ohwrite / @elizaellwrites / @justnerdy15 / @targentis / @wordsacrossemptypages / @meganqwynn / @elysianfiields / and anyone else! say i tagged you!

marta dardashti-roscoe💫original works + oc in m*rvel & dc + witchblade ideas

note: in which this shit HURTED because marta is trying to become who she is after having bits of her memory wiped, and like, she really just is full of a strong sense of nostalgia she cannot for the life of understand or get over after having that part of her stolen from her.

you leave people feeling nostalgic. drug store valentine's cards. a favorite childhood song crackled through the radio; secret folded notes to find later. a soft yellow. christmas lights. knowing all the movie scenes that make your best friend laugh. birthday candles. a favorite hot chocolate mug. arcade carpets. lazy sunny saturday mornings. young, but not naive. you give people the sense of being held. falling asleep in the car and being carried safely inside. an acknowledgment that no matter how we age, there’s still something small and reaching within us that never goes away completely. (and that it’s not a bad thing.) there’s something sweet about you that feels hard to come by nowadays. a “they don’t make them like you anymore.” maybe it’s a chance to dip a toe back into childhood or a less pressured place—into imagination again, if even for a short while. a chance your presence gives in allowing people to enjoy it all more fully this time around.

claudia r. dardashti 🕵🏽‍♀️original works + oc in m*rvel & dc+ witchblade ideas

note: i remember my friend kayla saying once that claudia has a protective presence so i like this conclusion to the quiz. people have come to her for protection, for not just physical things but because -- even though she's not the best with her own feelings -- she won't judge how other people feel and tends to not judge people most of the time and is good with other people's feelings. so yes, cool, cool, cool.

you leave people feeling refreshed.

a full exhale. first day of spring, a step into a hot bath; fruit eaten in the sunned grass. a full glass of water. birdsong. a cat napping by the window. the smell of a meadow after rain. deep green. laying with your head in a friend’s lap. coming back home after a long trip. freshly laundered sheets. a rallying force and refuge. both steadying and renewing. feeling your shoulders totally relax. when people are close to you, there’s a sense they can take their shoes off in the safety of your presence. to be unguarded and at ease. feeling safe enough to close their eyes; to rest in the peace and the comfort you offer, though you might not even be aware of it. you might ask people how they’re doing, but what they know you mean is, “where can I help? what do you need?” when the world can be such a tumultuous place, it is no small gift to have support like yours.

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❛  i love you. no matter what happens, don’t ever forget that.  ❜ — from the “stories I’ll never write” prompt list?

drabble title: no matter what who: lunanera rosano aka death. pairing: lunanera rosano & araceli del sol requested by: @sapphsoon project: the maiden is death triggers: not really? an explosion in the beginning. mentions of a wartorn planet ; except now, they're on a more vibrant one, it's just not stated. notes: luna used to be death's head maiden but when something happens to death, she becomes death. so now, when she comes in contact with life, it's her old gal pal (*cough* lover..araceli). it's kind of messy because i have a cold, but i was excited to write something related to a wip so i am posting without over-thinking it.

Araceli’s brown eyes burn through you as she cups your face as you lay on the ground, heart pounding in your ears from the explosion. Though you can’t die, moments of vulnerability like these, make you wish you could.

The fact that you know she can see you so well, when so many others see through you, is what causes you to pull away from her touch. 

“No,” is all you, Luna, can say. Your own brown eyes are wide as you stare at her, completely confused by the power you just witnessed from her. By how she did it without a moment of exhaustion.

 Though Az has told you of Life, you have never assumed Life, herself, would be your old friend and foe. Swallowing, you have no idea how you feel about this discovery. But you do recall firsts with Ara.

Several firsts even, and suddenly, the anger building within you makes you fall back on the ground, staring up at the cloudy night sky —-

A first kiss by the creek on your home planet. Holding each other as your planet tears itself apart due to so called ‘peace’, when it’s really just greed. A night of laughter and dancing with friends as the fire prickles and she holds the lamb she has always refused to slaughter. 

And when you snap out of your daydream, you wonder where that lamb is. Wonder if it’s gone. If it’s finally been slaughtered. 

“Come on, get up, Loo,” Ara says casually, offering a hand to you, and you finally do sit up slowly and take it. As much as you want to tackle her, you fear her in a way, so you just stand with her assistance.

Then, once on your feet, you look at her, and sigh. “I love you no matter what happens. Don’t ever forget that. But…when did this happen? Why?” you ask her casually, watching as she adjusts her dress and veil.

“Does it matter?” Ara asks, eyebrow arching as she looks at you, arms out in a shrug. “I now am the biggest defender of life. I help abuse victims, mothers, sons, daughters…”

You nod, slowly. “But how? When?” 

Ara tsks. “You want to talk about this? When we can catch up, instead? When we can bring peace together -- Life and Death, working as one.” 

You sigh. “I don’t want to work with you. I don’t want anything to do with you, because, before this you betrayed me.” Another memory blurs, but you can't remember it fully. Just remember Ara mentioning you should sacrifice yourself for your friends, for your people, and marry Christopher. And of course you did, because if you hadn't, Ara would have had to.

“Which answers your question for why I am here, when it happened, and even why I was chosen. I am your weakness.” A soft and innocent smirk is given, and before you can argue, Ara is gone.

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OC Ask Game! ❤️☘️

~tabswrites

@tabswrites Hello! Thank you so much for sending!

Let's go with Lunanera Rosano!

She's from my unfinished work in progress 'The Maiden is Death' where she's essentially, The Maiden of Death. Or rather, the head Maiden of the Death; who becomes Death after something 'mysterious' happens to Death.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Luna's best memories are with her family before her planet goes to war. She was happy and she wasn't married. She was in love with her best gal pal, Araceli, and her daughter loved her. She did not have a black hole for a heart. Everything was just happy for her because those were the days before she had to fight for her happiness, or really, fight period.

I suppose really, her best memories were the memories from before she had to become a soldier.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

It's because I kept attempting a plot in roleplay where the grim reaper fell in love with an assassin and the plot never worked out. so i decided....you know what, i'm going to do it on my own, world build, over-complicate it, and make it fun.

i also had been watching a lot of fantasy stuff at the time like 'warrior nun' and 'the witchblade' and my mind just came up with luna. so yes, that's what inspired her creation.

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Day 1: "Wearing Each Other’s Clothes" @flufftober Prompt number: 1. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes Fandom: Original Work “Heart of Glass”  Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Sidney Ahmed x Iah Elijah Warnings/Tags: blood mention (but not in detail, just the word lol. it's just how they met), some swearing.

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Sidney’s a gigantic woman and has always been a gigantic woman. A lot of people have been known to make jokes about how she’s probably “half-giantess” since she’s tall to the point where she’ll occasionally have to dunk down her head to get through certain doors. They’ll also make comments about how interesting the weather must be from where she stands. And though she thinks those comments are hilarious, she’s always thought it fucking sucked that she could rarely ever fit into any of her romantic partner’s clothing due to her height. 

At least, that was until she met her beloved Iah.

It was as though he was made for her, because the one night she spent over at his – not to bang, she always argues when people ask the story – but because he’d saved her life, and she didn’t have clothes of her own that weren’t muddy and bloody by the time he took her to his place to get cleaned up, it was apparent, that for once, a lover's clothes were her size. 

His clothes were dreadfully boring though, since they were all black, but they fit and she managed to make the fit look cute just by wearing them. And even he seemed to think so, because he’d made a comment about them. 

“You should wear black more – really brings out your eyes,” he had expressed, after he scarfed down the pancakes she’d made him in thanks. 

“I bet you’d look good in my clothes, too – you know?” she joked right back, and he just smiled a rare smile, and shook his head. 

“Not my style. But I don’t think I’d look bad.” They both looked at each other for a good while, and because she was so comfy around him, and because she was so scared of being murdered, she stayed around his place for a few weeks – wearing his weird clothes, until she had to go home to get more clothes; and by then, she’d been at his place for a few weeks, and he’d already given her a key. 

They'd ended up being great friends by that point. Ended up becoming more a little after that. And somehow more after that. And Sid was thankful because she'd never been with someone she'd ever been so comfortable around, or someone who wasn't using her for her gift.

"You know, the fact that you're not scared of me is a bit weird, you know?" she said to him one day. "Why's that?"

"That's because I'm scarier." he expresses. "I know what it's like."

She lets out an awkward laugh. "Uh-huh." And then she thinks about it. But since she's Sidney Ahmed, she doesn't think about it too hard. Because otherwise, she'd get a headache.

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sidney & iah thots

because i am thinking of 'heart of glass' right now & kind of losing my mind about them. werewolf mom & wizard dad.

sidney and iah have a relationship similar to that of k//ate and anth//ony from bridg//erton, in the sense, that it started out that sidney thought that iah came from a place of privilege and she thought he was a stuck up prick. thing was, iah has always had an abundance of responsibilities to uphold and when she realizes this, it kind of makes her grow soft for him.

they both kind of balance each other out, in the sense that he helps her out and she helps him out. the only difference is, when she leaves to study law and he stays to take over his father's business, they don't go after each other; despite both of them having deep feelings for each other, because sidney thought iah should have gone after her, and iah assumed sidney would have told him how she felt if she had feelings for him.

it should also be noted that sidney gets pregnant with their daughter before she leaves to study law, but she does not go back to iah to tell him this. mostly because she does not want him to think she's going back just cause they have a kid together, and also because she just assumes that iah does not want children. but while studying law, she manages to handle pregnancy and studying and eventually parenthood well. however, she's terrified of giving birth so her best friend evie kind of has to stay by her side because the whole time she's scared she's going to pop.

she gives birth to their daughter 'chandra' eventually, and she's a damn good mother. however, she ends up getting attacked by a werewolf and eventually discovers that 'evie' her bestie is a vampire, because evie explains that she's going to become a werewolf a little after her attack. and evie explains to her that iah is a essentially an older wizard. which kind of gives sidney a headache, however, sidney's always been a fan of old stuff and the weird and unknown, so she just thinks it's all very cool, except for her werewolfism. and that's mostly because she's scared of turning her child into a werewolf.

when she goes to iah to see if he can put a protection spell on their child or something, iah tells her that children with magical parents are immune to werewolfism. so like, sidney just basically spilled the beans about him having a kid for nothing. however, iah isn't mad at her and wants to be apart of her and the kid's life. and he insists they stay with her because he says werewolves are pesky and they might want to come back for her.

they end up working together and being irritating dsfdsjfsdfsdf.

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Give me a character and I’ll give you 10+ headcannons + accepting asked by @marlenealraune | oc: beatrice monroe | verse: various trigger: family death, revenge flick genre violence mention (but not in detail)

likes to say that there is no longer any love in her heart, but there is so much love there that that’s why she’s so damn mad all the damn time. however, trice is truly broken-hearted and she cares about what happens to people because of what happened to her and her family.

losing her family was truly the worst thing that could ever happen to her, especially when she was loyal to her cause. and part of the reason she’s angry is because she knows that they killed her family because they thought eliminating a distraction would make her work harder, but it just ended up making her tantrum and go after most of those who put the hit out on her family. so. yeah. oof. she’s big mad on a j-hn w-ck and fr-nk c-stle level lol.

however, she does see the beauty in the world. every day she likes to buy herself a bouquet of flowers. she will say it’s because it’s some poor loser’s funeral, but really it’s because she loves to look at them and enjoys how they smell.

she is truly a hopeless romantic but she’s terrified of letting anyone close after what happened to her husband. she thinks that she will lose whoever she lets in. but that doesn’t stop her from having romantic daydreams and dreams about people she finds attractive. and occasionally she will date, but she tends to ghost after scaring herself away.

likes to see herself as a protector. of what exactly? she’s not sure. but she likes to keep people safe. people need to feel safe in their environments. that’s her feelings about it.

she has a necklace with a heart-shaped locket with a photo of her daughter and son in it that she’ll look at a lot when she’s feeling down. and a photo of her husband she keeps around in random places.

is incredibly great with weapons. but can kill you with a paperclip if she wants.

surprisingly not the worst conversationalist and not a grump. but also not boring as a person either. just don’t let her drink, cause she’s a sad drunk.

learned to kill from a hitman who tried to kill her, who she was a fan of. since her father was an assassin, she’d heard stories about this man from him and had kept up with his methods and wanted to learn from him. and oddly, instead of killing her he taught them to her.

she works at a diner in her free time. and doesn’t mind it cause the lady lets her work whatever hours she chooses because she considers her a bodyguard. weirdly, trice doesn’t hate customer service because it makes her feel normal and it humbles her to take an insult from time-to-time and also helps her manage her temper.

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HELLO! THANKS FOR SENDING. 💫 @targentis

KNIGHT OF SWORDS: AMBITION (What is your loftiest, wildest goal?)

My wildest goal would be to actually finish one of my passion projects or at least one of my projects. PERIOD. I have gotten a poem in a college booklet before and that's the coolest thing that's ever happened to me because I thought the poem was hot garbage BUT i finished it last minute and was proud i actually finished. So I just think finishing a book that's not a poem and something I actually like and am proud of would be so much cooler. Hell, it wouldn't even need to be published. I'd just want to finish SOMETHING and be proud I finished something.

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Heads Up Seven Up

aka the last 7 lines you've written.

tagged by: @late-to-the-fandom (thank you! 👋🏽😎)

i mean this is a little more than 7 lines but whatever. also i have wips that aren't fandom related that i could tag but like i'm attempting to rework them so i haven't been writing much of them. and since you tagged me in a fandom work, i'm like...why not.

so have claudia daviau (original chara) x matt murdock (daredevil) in a daredevil fic thing i keep coming back to that i'm stuck on lol

“You’ve been gone for a while,” he replied. “How are you?” There’s something in his voice that sounds like he really cares, making Cloud’s throat prickle just a bit because she's confused about if he does due to how they left things off. Murdock is all she can think. Damn him. She’s not one to open up to people she’s dated and left. It’s..uh... complicated. Even when she's pretty sure her heart would still be in it if they asked. “I’m fine,” she lied, happy he couldn’t see her face because she was giving one of those pulled, half-assed smiles. But her heartbeat said otherwise, it was beating quickly and she was sweating like crazy. He could probably feel it – sense the heightening warmth of her skin. She used to find that whole human lie detector thing fun, but now, the idea was a total buzzkill.

tagging: @deathlessfable / @outfromthesea / @fayelistic / @thelittlestspider / @theaisstillhere / @multiverse-of-themind / @pretendsweetly @stevienicksrps and anyone else who wants to do it!

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prompt: “need a light?” who: john c.on.s...tantine / cassian barakzai (oc) pairing: john & cass fandom: various aka the t.v sh//ow & various h..ell..blaz...er c..omics triggers: swearings (cass is a swearer) mentions o(cc)ult shitttt. demoonnns. LOL das all folks. notes: i'm testing testing 123 lol. getting a feel.

Magic has a price, and Cass has witnessed people pay a pretty steep price for the magic they’ve used – her family and herself, included. Though it’s essentially in her blood, it’s something she’s seen literally tear her loved ones apart. So, even though she’s pretty fucking spiffy at it, and has been trained in it, she does not fuck with the shit. It just isn’t her thing. Hasn’t been, and will never be. That is, until an old friend’s – or rather, annoyance’s – very specific mixed accent grates on her ears.

“Need a light?” he says, and when she looks up, she can’t help but to set her jaw and point her cigarette at him as though she’s going to put it right between his pretty round eyes.

“I don’t need anything from the likes of you,” she says almost immediately, “I recall that you only work alone. So, if you’re seeking me out, it means business, and if you have business to attend, that means magic, and I don’t fuck with that.” She clicks her tongue and lets him light her cigarette when he does - despite her tangent - and she takes in a huff.

“Maybe I just saw you here and wanted to give a good old hello?” he expresses, laying on a good lie, and making her scoff and nearly choke on the smoke before she blows it out

“And I just want to be besties with you Johnny boy,” she says, letting out a dry laugh as she pats his shoulder. “Whatever you want, the answer’s no. I don’t do that shit. You, as much as anyone should know why.” She bit the bullet, knowing he had a dark point that she shouldn’t hit that even she wasn’t supposed to know about, but she didn’t want to start anything that would end up becoming a habit. That would make her end up like various members of her family.

“It’s actually your sister, she’s in trouble,” his words are to the point, swift. “Her body is being used as a vessel.”

Cass was not expecting that though, so when her mouth opens, her cigarette drops and John taps it out for her with the tip of his foot.

“Fair enough,” she says a little too calmly, even though she can feel her head pounding all of a sudden. “I’ll help you.” Which is all she can really say. What else is there to say, right?

Her sister, though they haven’t spoken face-to-face in years, is someone Cass cares about and loves. They argue a lot. But Cass makes sure to call her despite not really calling much of anyone, because she likes to cover her tracks. She's a woman who belongs to no one or nothing, after all, and she’s typically proud of that. But lately, lately, not having friends or anyone else has made her feel lonely. So the idea of losing her sister just sounds awful. “You got a car, love?” John asks her, and she jumps up a little.

But then she snaps out of it, knowing how to immediately compartmentalize and find composure. “Of course I do. I’ve got a beautiful car,” she expresses, and then she walks them to her Porsche that is totally not appropriate for what they’re about to be up to, but oh well. "Where we going?"

"Just drive, I think you'll know..." he says, which is just the type of shite that would make her angry usually, but right now she's desperate enough to trust the fucker.

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Heart of Glass || Sidney Ahmed & Iah Elijah

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Heart of Glass || Sidney Ahmed & Iah Elijah

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00, 13, and 28 for the writer meme 🥰

Thank you for sending, Briana!!! ♥️🌺🥰 @elysianfiields

THE FOOL: BEGINNINGS (What is the opening line to your current work?)

Here's the beginning line to a reworking of my main 'The Palms Universe' story: 'Bury Me Deep' ---

Memory. Sometimes it has a way of opening your eyes and mind. Other times, memory has a way of shattering you like glass.

DEATH: ENDINGS (What is your favorite ending to write i.e happy, sad, bittersweet?)

I love to write a bittersweet ending where everyone gets what they want... but the thing is: it's not what they knew they wanted, or what they assumed they wanted at the beginning of the story. It's something they don't realize they wanted until the story ends, and they're oddly happy, despite all the hardships they've went through. Like, I don't want my endings to be over-the-top happy or fluffy, but I also do not want something super depressing, seeing as I am always super angry when a story I like ends and my faves either die or don't get something positive out of their experience. Hopefully that makes sense. But basically, I do love when endings hurt a little, but also satisfy the reader and myself.

SEVEN OF CUPS: OVERWHELMED BY CHOICE (How do you decide which story idea to pursue? How many do you have?)

I am frequently overwhelmed by what I start. Mostly because, for example, 'The Palms Universe' is so huge combined with the 'Sunetta Universe' seeing as they are linked. Like I can work on them at the same time cause I know what's gonna go on in my head, but I also know that's not the best way to get anything done.

But I do write a lot when I am free from work and home duties, and I tend to choose whatever is loudest inspiration wise at the moment. I have 18 stories that I'll write for sporadically (minus my fanworks ideas) and tbh I feel like if I ever finish any it'll probably be 'Bury Me Deep' aka the Claudia trilogy. Because I love her and it's been my passion project for years.

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claudia dardashti headcanon:

she's typically wearing some form of gloves. it has nothing to do with really anything other than she doesn't like skin to skin contact unless she's fond of you. and to be honest, she just does not like touching things with bare hands, either.

there's more to this that i might expand on, but i feel like basically the gist is, cloud's always wearing gloves unless she's fond of you, and then she's not.

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Prompt: None Who: Cassian Barakzai & Caesar Kane WIP: Magically Inclined Triggers: Swearing. Notes: Cass & Cee being cute.

Cass has never brought Caesar over to her place. It’s not because she doesn’t like her or because bringing someone home feels too intimate, she just travels too much and is rarely ever home, so her small apartment in London is typically messy. She had warned Caesar of this before having brought her to her place and she had made a joke. 

“You mean witches can’t just crinkle their nose like ‘bewitched’ and have their whole house cleaned?” 

And that had actually caused Cass to laugh harder than she’d laughed in a long time. Because, well, some witches could clean their homes with magic. It’s just, Cass’ parents were too busy teaching her protection spells and attack spells to teach her basic home spells. And well, she was much too embarrassed to tell Caesar that because Caesar’s parents appeared to love her to bits, when it was clear that Cass’ only loved her potential power. 

As Caesar spoke to her about her home, and as Cass opened the door to her apartment, she thought of that. The thought of the lack of love her parents showed her throughout the years dissipated when Caesar hugged her and then ran into her apartment and smiled. “It’s not as bad as I thought it’d be. It’s messy, but it’s not…as if it’s a pig pen, you know?” she said all too calmly, sitting on her couch. “Very very how I pictured the decor though. Whimsy goth to the max.” 

Cass felt her lips twitch into a smile. She was about to thank her but her stomach growled. “You hungry?” she asked, turning to the other woman, who nodded and stood up. 

“Sure am. You even got anything in the fridge though?” Caesar asked, curiously. 

Cass grinned. “Actually, there’s an italian place not too far from here, they bring me stuff in under five minutes cause I’ve done them a few favors. I was wondering if you wanted a bite from there?” Her eyes focused on the Caesar who hummed in thought before she nodded. “Okay cool.” 

But just as Cass was about to make a phone call, Caesar smiled at her, the type of smile Cass hadn’t been given by her. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“You’ve been kind to me, Barakzai…” she said softly. 

“Okay…” Cass replied, confused. 

“Real kind….” Caesar continued, right before she got on her tiptoes and kissed Cassian’s cheek, causing her to turn a bright shade of red. 

“Hey….” was all Cass could say. “You hit your head earlier?” She was going to say more, but then Caesar walked away, smiling still, causing Cass to mouth ‘what the fuck’ to herself before taking a seat.

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drabble title: a big oof. who: sidney ahmed  pairing: sidney ahmed & iah elijah requested by: no one. project: heart of glass triggers: none? other than sid being a meme since i made her in 2017....😂 sidmeme. notes: sidney, before becoming a proper lawyer, is working for a woman who kind of sucks during the summer? and during this time, she re-meets her old friend, iah elijah, who unbeknownst to her is actually.....more than he seems. but she’s too busy sidney-ing around to realize it. this was just a fun little thing i decided to finish cause i had part of it on my google docs. so i was like, why not finish it?

“Hey, you!” A voice calls out through the crowd.

Sidney’s looking at one of the exhibits in the museum intently, her eyebrows knitting inward as her gaze shifts and she attempts to read about some random historical artifact fact, and fails, due to forgetting to put on contact lenses or glasses. 

So, for a moment, she doesn’t catch on to the fact that someone is speaking to her at all. She’s too focused on not focusing and is trying to figure out what the blur of words on the little rectangle says about the display and nothing else.

She pulls her face closer to the little box as she stares it down, before she accidentally hits her face against the box and mumbles, “Shite!” out loud, and pulls away, running so fast, back first into a man who’s built like a brick wall.

A few people look at her, and she wants to tell them to run along, but then she notices who she’s ran into and she can’t help but to smile a big goofy smile and hug them.

Because, well.

It’s her old friend: Iah. 

And surprisingly, he hugs her in return. Awkwardly, of course. But he hugs her. 

“Thank goodness I ran into you and not someone who would’ve given me an entire earful,” Sidney tells him once she’s by his side. “Are you fine? Did I knock you out cold?” Joking words obviously, he seems fine. And though she towers over most people, Iah is tall and broad so she hadn’t really made much of an impact. 

He smiles at her and shakes his head. “I’m okay. Are you? You…hit your face pretty hard just now.” He looks away, and she laughs just a bit, wishing she saw her own blunder on tape or on some funny video montage. But alas, she isn’t that lucky. 

“I’m wonderful. Just forgot to wear my glasses. You know the drill: Despite the obstacles, I do what I want, and right then, my biggest obstacle was an information plaque I wanted to read.” She rubs her forehead and now he laughs, knowing that he can without offending her. “I’m glad to see you, Iah. It’s been some time. I hate that I only see you every so often. But it’s always a treat when I do run into you.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Well, nothing has happened since I last saw you.” Then he pauses. “Or at least, nothing important has happened. So you’re not missing out on much in my life.” 

She smiles back at him. “Well, I’ve got a feeling, deep down - and you know how I am with these feelings - that something will happen for you. Something super duper important.” She nods all-knowing. 

“I doubt it. I’m not that interesting. I hang out here for fun. Plus, when I’m not here, I’m working on boring things online or at the university library.” He winks at her after he says that and she narrows her eyes without thinking about it; and probably cause she can’t fucking see , and maybe, because he may not have winked at all. 

She shakes her head, confused. And smiles, super confused.  “You never know, bud...” And as much as she’d like to catch up with him, her phone rings and it’s her boss, calling her to leave. So she leaves. Goodbye Iah Elijah. She sighs. She hates goodbyes after such a quick hello.

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drabble title: a friend who: caesar madea kane & cassian barakzai pairing: caesar madea kane & cassian barakzai *though currently they’re just friends requested by: no one project: magically inclined triggers: none? notes: to lazy to explain anything to readers. just felt like doing a cass & cee drabble before bed. 

The amount of confusion Caesar must be feeling makes Cassian feel a little bad for her. Knowing you're chosen for greatness must seem like a lot when it’s not something you’ve prepared for your whole life like she has. Though fate says the two of them are supposed to work together, the idea of having to be chosen at all must be a bit much to wrap one’s head around. Especially with a history like Caesar’s.

Thing is, when Cass comes back to her weird little knick-knack shop the next day, expecting Cee to run off and call her crazy after she’d thought it over, Cee ends up walking over to her as soon as the bell chimes and Cass walks through the door to the shop. 

“Hey,” Cass says coolly, wincing slightly because she expects fuckery might be afoot and that this might be some sort of game. 

But no, Cee just shrugs, smiles. “Hey. I’ve been thinking about the ‘Chosen Two’ stuff, and I want to tell you that I’m in. And even though I had a full on panic attack about it last night, because - despite what you say - I don’t have a magic bone in my body, I think I can help you and I want to help the world, too.” The dark haired woman nods slowly, pushes curly hair behind her ear and Cass finds herself confused. 

“I can train it out of you, if you don’t think it’s there -- but it’s there. It might seem like I’m trying to kill you though, which is why I’m hesitant. I don’t want you to think this is something I came up with just to hurt some random stranger,” Cassian adds, shrugging slightly. “But the prophecy never ever states that we work together due to magic. It was just stated we find each other and work together. You see, I can’t work on my own. I fall into chaos on my own, I’m….” 

Before she can say anything else, the strange and unusual knick-knack shop owner just smiles. “You’re …destructive? Cause that’s me, too. I work better with people. Which I thought about, too. I think you need a friend, and I can be your friend.” 

Cass feels as though she’s already waxed poetic enough, so she just gives a thumbs up, and says, “Basically, yeah,” before she dickishly puts on some shades indoors, and sighs. 

Cass wants to tell Cee she’s glad she’s in this with her, she wants to tell her that she needs a partner. But doing so just seems like too much already, so she does something she saves for friends and loved ones – she smiles.