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meximango · 3 months ago

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Day 1 - Steer - Vaile + Valon - G

Summary: Two brothers try to close a gap.

It sure would be nice to travel with his younger brother after so many years estranged. They could bond, talk, rebuild trust–it would be difficult but worth it. Valon repeated these thoughts like a mantra in the weeks before planning their first outing.

His brother was antisocial and awkward (stuck in that attic, it was a miracle he talked at all, and one Valon thanked the Twelve for). But where Vaile was lacking in conversation that didn’t involve violence or angry recounts of the past, Valon had come prepared with dozens of topics at the ready from all areas of society: current events, history, dragons, pretty women, sporting events… Ok, so they weren’t things of interest for his brother, which meant the conversations had been pretty one–sided–but Vaile hadn’t complained much, and he could be a good listener.

If the guy weren’t so repressed and hard for Valon to read after years apart, he’d almost think he behaved himself because he appreciated the company without the promise of bloodshed. Or maybe Valon was just projecting. He’d do just about anything, no matter how inane or boring the task, if it meant he could have this chance with Vaile. Who knew if he’d change his mind and try slicing him in two again with his scythe. The only language he knew they shared at this point was violence, so he leaned into that after the words ran dry. He signed them up for an array of martially-aligned jobs. Their first few missions together were a blazing success, but they’d chosen easy hunt marks, leves, and guildhests on purpose. The rewards were a pittance, but they were both used to sleeping under the stars anyroad, and they could handle themselves (a single glare from his brother’s molten golden eye as it swept the area was usually enough to deter any lurking thieves in the area from trying anything).

Sensing a building boredom coming on with his younger sibling at completely such trivial and easy tasks incessantly, Valon suggested upping the danger level. That brought some spark back to his brother’s eyes, the idea of a challenge raising his spirits more than any of Valon’s attempts at jokes this past moon had done.

He may have overshot it this time, though.

Valon’s hand tightened on his gunblade, wishing not for the first time that he’d brought his dragoon jobstone with him. Why would he need to multiclass this, of course Vaile would want him to tank, to prove he could finally protect him rather than make him fend for his own–don’t bother bringing your dark knight job stone dear brother, gunbreaker Valon has this!

But tanks were not known for their high mobility. Those high jumps afforded him when he wore his dragoon vestments and job stone sure would come in handy right about now… Vaile had an eyebrow raised at him from the other side of the ravine. Hale and whole. Safe. Entirely unphased by the packs of monsters that had attacked them thus far, and clearly judging Valon for this bringing a pause to their dungeon crawling.

The seconds ticked by, the portal of darkness his brother had conjured disappearing back to nothing. If only he could have joined him in it! Alas, Valon had no ties to the voidsent to grant him travel permissions, and he would like to keep it that way, even if his own portal would have been quite convenient right now.

Vaile flipped his scythe (what a showoff) a few times in the air idly before catching it and sticking it into the snow. He crossed his hands on top of it, then rested his chin on those. Stared at Valon. Valon felt like that gaze was staring straight into his soul, even though that apathetic expression would suggest otherwise. After a few more moments, when Valon could feel a single drop of nervous sweat trail from his hairline down the back of his neck, those eyes crinkled. Vaile smirked and let out the smallest huff of a laugh, nearly drowned out by the wind passing through the ravine. “You seem to be stuck, oh mighty dragon slayer.”

Hackles rising on instinct, Valon was quick to stick his nose up and rebuff: “A tiny gap won’t be stopping the likes of me. I’ll get across just fine–and without relying on foul, dark forces.” Vaile rolled his eyes, used enough to the jabs about his job to not take offense anymore. “Maybe I wouldn’t have had to make deals with evil, otherworldly creatures if someone had bothered being chivalrous toward his own brother during their teenage years, hmm?” There wasn’t much bite to it, but the kernel of truth remains, and Valon had to struggle not to flinch, even as Vaile continued to look nonchalant. Valon knew apologies would go unlistened to, so he aimed for levity instead. “Ah, but then you would never have learned how to teleport and gloat about it from the other side of a ravine. Instead, we’d both have been stu–err, that is–we’d both be admiring the view from over here. Perfectly capable of making the leap, but with a lot more expended effort.”

“Right. Well, I hope you’re not too tired, in your old age, to make this leap for one. I can’t keep showing you up if we can’t continue onward.” “Hey, I’m not that much older than you. My knees are still plenty spry!” “Ok, gramps! But don’t think I didn’t notice you plucking out a grey hair the other day! Is that a wrinkle I see on your forehead?” Valon, perhaps a bit vain and self conscious over the passage of time on his steadily aging body, was not about to let the teasing stand. “I’ll show you just how youthful I still am in body and in spirit. One moment–!” Valon backed up, but before he could take a running start, Vaile threw out a hand. “Wait!” He nearly tipped over in his haste to do so. “Are you trying to psyche me out? Stop it.” Vaile shook his head. “Not that I don’t trust in your abilities, even without your dragoon job stone, but the place you’re aiming to jump off from is a really bad idea.” “What? Why?” “You can’t see well from where you are, but the ledge is crumbling and lower in elevation than my side. You’ll be better off launching from over there.”

With that, he pointed toward what looked to be a far more precarious incline, in Valon’s opinion. With the snow, he worried a bit about slipping. The look on his face must have been disbelieving, because he didn’t have to say anything before Vaile was speaking up again. “Listen. Would I really steer you wrong? Just trust me.” “Do you have any idea how incredibly suspicious and murderous that sounds.” Laughter echoed back to him from the other side of the chasm. “Maybe some years ago I would have reveled in the chance to trick you into jumping down a hole, but those days are behind us. Besides, it would be a lot harder to finish this mission alone.” “Oh, well consider my mind eased!” “I’ll catch you if you fall?” “Somehow, saying it as a question isn’t that reassuring.” “Just make the damn jump already! I’ve seen you fell beasts with claws wider than this chasm, are you really going to let this put an end to our quest?” Well, that was enough of that, Valon could only stall so long before Vaile would just abandon him and continue forward on his own, and he’d be grumpy the entire rest of the trip, and Valon just didn’t want to deal with that. So he went for it.

Moving toward the place Vaile had pointed out, he took a running start again, praying to Halone to let his boots keep traction, and– He must have jumped too soon. He could see it in the way Vaile’s eyes widened, the tiniest hint of fear painted across his face.

Damn!

Falling is a fast affair, one that Valon has become very accustomed to over the years. Luckily, Vaile’s mercenary reflexes are faster.

As Valon’s upper body hit the ledge, he scrabbled to grasp the rock and frozen roots poking out from the snow to gain traction. His boots slipped up the side of the cliff, and before he could wonder how long it’d be before he hit the ground so far below once he slipped for good, a strong pair of hands were grasping his forearms. With a concerted effort on both sides, Valon was soon safely dragged completely to the other side of the gap with his brother. While his expression had been cleared of any panic in the time it took to save him, the bead of sweat that trailed down Vaile’s neck betrayed his true feelings. His brother still cared about him, enough to save him, even knowing he wouldn’t have enough energy back yet to teleport again in time if something had gone wrong and they both had tumbled over the side. The smile on Valon’s face was probably incredibly dopey, but he didn’t care. “Glad… you have… my back,” He wheezed between huffs of air. Near death experiences did that to a person.

For a split second, Vaile’s expression was something unreadable to him, but it quickly morphed into mortified embarrassment instead. He punched Valon’s shoulder harder than the situation warranted before dusting himself off of snow and offering a hand down toward him so he could stand up. “Not a word more. When you’re ready, let’s get going. The moon’s going to rise before we get back, at this point.” Valon saluted in lieu of a verbal response and led the way forward and onward, smile still glued to his face.

#ffxivwrite2024 #ffxivwrite #mango writes #ffxiv oc #Vaile Drousaire #Valon Drousaire #Vaile #does it make sense that Valon would suddenly suck at jumping just because he's a gunbreaker? Maybe not but it's fun lol

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kharonion · 1 year ago

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× OC fighting preference

Thank you for the tag @bokatan! 💚 Tagging in turn, with no pressure of course: @genocidalfetus @katsigian @noirapocalypto @pinkyjulien and @atomitron

Going to answer for my Most Fighter Coded™ barbies.

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭. | cp 2077

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly and, or apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer to use their abilities / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a pole arm / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy if possible / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫. | fallout 4

𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬. | dungeons and dragons

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧. | elder scrolls

#*gasp* behold. some ocs i hardly ever talk about 🤲#you'll probably notice Some Themes lmao #thank you for the tag! <3 #oc: vikt #oc: esper burke #oc: sulfrus valrol #oc: valon theomesh #.tagged

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chaoticspacefam · 2 years ago

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“How many times do I have to kill the same FUCKING PIRATE?”

#swtor #elven's swtor screenshots #swtor oc: aria saal #ds! jedi consular #jedi consular (sith assassin)#felix iresso #captain valon #jedi consular storyline #hoth #and me being sad about not being able to flirt with felix because i can't bear to break up with him later on ;-;#also aria is way too stinky for you felix you deserve better man XD

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liverditty · 2 years ago

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Valon and P-155 Rick holding hands... They’re both very confused tbh

Yeah I made my own Rick lol, he’s Rick but if he kept the look he had in the pissmaster episode plus some clothes I think look neat. Still unsure what’s up with him but I like him.

Also Valon is my sona or oc, it’s just some weird alien thing sort of has it’s own personality but whatever.

#rick #rick sanchez #rick oc #piss rick #p-155 rick #doodles #self indulgent ig #sona #oc x rick #i dont have a piss kink i just think the word is funny af lol #hes wearinga skirt because i said so #its yellow cause piss lol #idek #valon #sketches

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bloodstainedtomes · 2 years ago

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Turning my characters into pokemon part 2!

#pokemon #elsen oc #off oc #fakemon #oc art #fakemon art #pokemon oc #nesmírný #avalon #valon #opus #carradine #ronnie #glurk #dormir #tesko

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tgsqrd · 2 years ago

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Julian and Aulla just casually sitting on the couch being lazy after a rough week of merc work.

Jullian: "Hey I was think'en..."

Aulla: "Uh oh, that's a scary thing to do."

Julian: "I'm trying ta be serious here."

Aulla: "Serious? Now we're really need to consider taking you to a hospital. Last time you thought and were serious at the same time you started coding."

Julian: "I had a bullet in my chest."

Aulla: "So did I. But whatever, what were you thinking about so seriously?"

Julian: "Do you think the bite of '87 really happened?"

Aulla:....

Julian:.....

Aulla: *Throws a couch cushion at him before getting up and walking away.*

#Julian #Aulla de valon #OC #FNAF reference #for those who didn't get the joke #biden caused the bite of '87 you guys #im sure of it

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dymdrimluga · 26 days ago

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My old OC Avin Embry

Once I played a play-by-post game and this was my character. The game was based on the setting of "The Wheel of Time" by Robert Jordan.

My character was a native of Andor, a young man of minor aristocracy, with an older brother who was generally responsible for the future of the family, and a younger sister who once announced that she wanted to try to become Aes Sedai.

Avin did not know what he wanted to do in the future. He did not see himself in a military career, and did not know what else he could do. His family was not particularly rich, but their wealth was enough to have some time to find himself and his purpose.

Being old enough to leave home for a short time, and having a reputation as a responsible enough person, not prone to bad behavior, Avin received permission from his parents to accompany his sister on her journey to Tar Valon. To spend time away from home, to see the most beautiful city in the world - what could be better for a young man?

They were traveling on a ship when they learned that one of the passengers was an Aes Sedai. Avinʼs sister really wanted to know if she was capable of anything, and so she asked Ais Selay to test her if it was possible and if she was willing. She agreed, and one of the tests was to freeze a cup of water. Amazingly, after several attempts, under the control of the Aes Sedai, Lorien managed to make a very thin, barely noticeable layer of ice on the surface of the water.

Everyone was happy and full of hope. The evening was warm, the sunset beautiful and pleasant, and Avin and one of the passengers decided to drink a glass of wine each while sitting on the deck. The wine was watered down, but that didn't really bother Avin. All his thoughts were about the miracle he had just seen.

How exactly? What makes water freeze? What is the difference between water and ice? New thoughts that had never occurred to him before flooded his brain. What power could do what he saw? How much does he still not know about the world? Why had he never thought about it? How could such a miracle be done not even by an Aes Sedai, but by his sister? He felt how the wine and thoughts made him feel hot and cold at the same time, fearful and joyful. He plunged into his thoughts so deeply that the whole world ceased to exist, leaving only the setting sun and the warmth of the sun's rays somewhere behind him.

"I don't recommend doing it here," Avin heard the voice of his companion. He emerged from his thoughts, still not understanding what had happened, and looked at the cup in his hands, and saw the thick crust of ice on its surface.

This is how his story began.

#wheel of time #oc artist #character art #illustration #my art #original character #saidin #male channeler #the wheel of time #WoT

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joannekwan · 11 months ago

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Who doesn't like an old man in fur and leather? (feat. my oc Valon as Santa)

Happy Holidays!

#original #silver fox #line and color #pinup #guys

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stormiecirro · 21 days ago

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back with my pokemon ocs!! this this Valon :D

#digital art #pokemon #oc #oc art #pokemon oc

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redeyesblackjou · 1 month ago

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Joey just out of curiosity..Do you have any crushes? Or well anyone else you like...like as Kaiba?

Ok, for the sake of anyone wanting to ship, I ship:

Jou/Kaiba Jou/Yugi Jou/Yami Jou/Valon Jou/Siegfried (mostly crack but willing to explore) Jou/OC (with good chemistry) Plus any crossovers I'm familiar with (FF7 for example)

Serena is currently just Jou, but, again, willing to explore Yugi/Atem and possibly some others.

Tomoya is a little harder 'cause he's Asexual, so who knows; he just points and says 'that one' at me.

#headcanon #mun things

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seekerbr · 1 year ago

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Ever since I first saw Valon design i always had the dumbest problem with it: His clothes kinda look like the stuff that Eggman from Sonic the Hedgehog wears? They are a darker shade of red but they have a lot of similar elements, I dunno, plus the pointy hair makes me think of him being a teenager version of Eggman, or his son

(also making this post made me realize Eggman's mustache is brown a lot of times?? I thought it was always orange... This weirdly helps with my hangup with Valon's design)

the fact he reminds me too of that Sonic OC that people drew fanart some years ago, Eggette/Omelette also does not help

#yugioh #sth #eggman #valon #dr robotnik #seekerbr's things

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hopefulstarfire · 2 years ago

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Day 4 of my valentines ship prompts!!

Prompt 5: Dance.

So. This one's fun bc I finally get to do one for the comfort ship!! I love getting to write Mason, he's one of my favorite ocs and Celeste, who belongs to @kohakuhime, is the love of his life and they bring me joy. This is gonna take place post series as another imagining of their path together

Previous Days Prompts

Day One || Two || Three

Hope you enjoy!

Mason knocks back the shot of whiskey with ease, before he went back to flipping through his noted. The music in the bar thumped loudly in the speakers just barely drowning out the lively conversations happening all around or the slamming of hands from art wrestling competitions just mere tables over.

It was one of the nicer ones he'd been to since Paradius fell apart; and he couldn't turn something down when they were offering a discount night. He and his traveling buddy would be able to get their fill -- whenever she got there -- at a decent price with the money they still had left over and it was a nice enough night for them they could sleep in the truck if they had to, before they'd pick up and move on.

Being in Texas so far hadn't resulted in any luck. He had had his doubts to begin with. Frankly, he wasn't even sure that his boys would be in the states, probably having scattered themselves across the world. But, well...he had to start somewhere. Even if it took him until his last breath, he was going to put the effort into finding them and making sure they were safe and know that they had a place to turn to, someone to turn to. That they were still loved.

He wasn't sure they'd even want anything to do with him. He understood if they didn't; after all he had done, all for the blind devotion to the man who ruined their lives and they didn't know it until it was too late, he didn't really want to be around himself much either. But Raphael and Alister had cousins that would probably desperately want them home; the papers he found at the ranch the one night he snuck back home were enough to prove that.

And Valon -- Valon, his brave, wild, and fearless boy -- had someone special trying to find him. She had for years; and there was no way that he wasn't the baby she had had ripped from her arms. It wasn't like there were that many Valons his age and from Australia, or with a thick brown mane of hair like hers or a laugh like that.

He had to make sure they got reunited and then he could disappear. Once all his boys were taken care of, he'd just. Disappear. If that's what they wanted. It'd probably be for the best, anyhow. A man still struggling to get all his memories back and who had stupidly done what he had, who committed unforgivable horrors when he was old enough to know better, wasn't what they needed. They needed stability.

He just...probably should stay hidden, after that. The boys probably hated him anyhow. His family...his siblings, his Mama, his son-in-law...his still living daughter...

Well. They wouldn't want him back. He didn't deserve to have them back, either, not after he resented all of them but his Katie for all those years, because of a lie.

...He just had to set things right. That was all he could do.

The shuffling of footsteps and somebody scooting into the booth in front of him made him look up from his cheap spiral notebook. Mason couldn't help the laugh that rumbled in his chest as he saw the excitement practically vibrating off of Celeste, hands folded perfectly in front of her as she grinned at him. Three months of traveling together and she still found new ways to be even cuter. "I take it ya got some good news?"

"I just found us a way to make an easy five hundred bucks."

Well. That was good. After their meals, they'd probably have maybe $100 left over; that would be used for gas and any immediate necessities. $500 could go a longer way; cheap motel room for a couple of nights, restock on a couple of essentials. They could get close enough to the next safehouse for him to check for the boys. He didn't want to touch the money hopefully still stashed away there, just in case they came by one of them and needed it more; and also because a very petty part of him didn't want anything from Dartz. At the very least, this money was a good push in the right direction if they got it.

"Great! What do we gotta do?"

"They're hosting a dance competition here tonight!" She told him, voice lilting in glee. She dug around her pockets for a moment before unfolding a flyer and sliding it across the table for him to look over. It was an advertisement for the very bar they were in; a dance competition for anyone to compete in for a chance at a $500 cash prize. "We enter into this, win the prize -- we might just be able to get to sleep in real beds for a night!"

He tilted the black ball cap he wore to keep attention off of him down further as he hesitated. "Celly, I ain't exactly much of a dancer -- I don't think I'm good enough to get us a prize like that." He glanced up, hands shooting up in defense as quickly as the words left his mouth. "Not that I wouldn't love to dance with ya -- I would, it ain't you; I'd love to get to be your dance partner, any guy would be lucky to, i just--"

God he was bad at this.

Why? Why did he have to get so tongue tied and googly eyed over Celeste? He wasn't supposed to get these kinds of feelings again. The first time around had done enough damage to him as it was; he knew a second relationship could just end in heartbreak and this time it'd be his fault. He didn't want to put anyone else through that.

But she was also an angel on earth and the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was kind, but a spitfire and nothing could hold her back from what she knew she needed to do. She was funny and patient, never put on airs, and she was a pinnacle of strength.

He'd been falling for her from the moment he first laid eyes on her and it scared the hell out of him.

It also tended to make him jumble his words.

Celeste didn't care. She playfully rolled her eyes and leaned forward. "Mason, don't sell yourself short! I think we've got a chance!" She told him. There was a faint dusting of pink spreading across her cheeks as she tucked some of her hair back behind her ear. "B-besides, it'd just be a nice way to relax and I think you'd be a great dance partner. A--and, it looks like we only have a little bit of competition."

Mason eyed the dance floor for a moment, shifting in his seat. Well. He wasn't lying; he didn't really dance. If he ever had, it was before the accident and he couldn't fully remember if he had or not to begin with.

But there was something hopeful in her and he couldn't say no to that face.

"Guess it wouldn't hurt none to try," he finally relented, giving her a smile. " 'Specially if it means real beds for us and a shower."

Celeste grinned, pushing herself up from her seat and she stepped out, holding her hand out to him. "Well, then, how about we get some practice in?"

He laughed, letting his hand wrap around hers as she tugged him along. "I can only promise I'll try not to step on your toes."

"I could just step right back on yours; make the judges think it's a new dance." She teased, giving him a wink.

"Celly, I think ya could sweet talk anyone into anything."

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The competition started about a half an hour after they started practicing. Celeste had been right; there was only three other couples that moved onto the dance floor when they announced it would begin. They would, as they found out, would be judged on style and passion, as well as how long they could stand out on the dance floor.

There had been some nerves as they practiced together, Mason trying to be conscientious of making sure he didn't step on her feet, or stumble or otherwise make a fool of himself. Celeste had seemed just as nervous originally, letting him guide her through it. But, as soon as they realized what they were doing, they laughed and it made all the difference.

Once the competition properly kicked off, they were practically gliding across the dance floor. The other competitors, the spectators and even the judges soon began to fade out of their thoughts and attention. All Mason saw was Celeste grinning at him as they tapped along to the country songs playing.

They gave a bit of a line dance (it was one of the only ones Mason found himself remembering), hands locked together. He'd pull her into his embrace to guide her around the dance floor or twirl her around as they got lost in each other. At one point, he spun her out for them to both get some freestyle each and he smirked playfully as he picked up a rose from a vase on one of the tables, sticking it between his teeth and offered her a wink, clapping his hands to the beat. Celeste burst out laughing, still keeping up with trying to shake her hips, her arms out stretched to him to come back to her.

Two of the other couples, for one reason or another, quit about halfway in and left them with only one other couple to compete against.

"I got an idea." He whispered with a grin, swaying with her.

"What's that?"

He almost asked if she trusted him. He knew that was too dangerous a question to ask; it wasn't like he really was that trustworthy.

"I'm gonna do a lift. You okay with that?"

His back would probably hate him later. But this would be worth it.

Her eyes went wide for a moment, a blush settling on her cheeks before she finally nodded quickly. He offered a reassuring smile and spun her once more before pulling her back by the waist to lift her into the air. His hand found her thigh for support as he then proceeded to dip her.

Their faces grew close and they were both red.

But the grins settled in and, in, any other case, he would have kissed her and not stopped.

Maybe in some lifetime he would have deserved her.

But, in this, he was just happy to dance with her for one night.

#yugioh #ygo #yugioh ocs #friends ocs #my writing #kenzs valentines prompts #mason mercer #celeste harbringer #pathshipping #paradius

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