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A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #35)

Chapter #35. SURPRISE!!!🎄 🎁 Merry Christmas! 🎁🎄 I couldn't leave us on that big of a cliffhanger! Not on Christmas! Anyway, here is a little holiday gift from me to you. I want to sincerely thank everyone in this community who takes the time to read this story. I am so grateful for each and every one of you! Where is Natalie taking Alexander? Is he going to love it or hate it? It's usually 50/50 with him.

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Word Count: 8,756 Read Time: Approx. 90 mins

CW: Physical intimacy. SO much physical intimacy.

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #35: La Petite Aiguille

[Alexander’s POV]

Rows upon rows of bolts of fabric in every color, shade and pattern I could fathom, lined the walls. Custom racks accommodated spools of thread all arranged in the gradient of the rainbow, while tungsten sconces bathed the room in an orange, electric glow. The solid wood beams of the ceiling gave the room an old-fashioned gravitas, while the smell of polished wood and starched linen ignited my olfactory senses.

Everything was immaculately organized, each thread having its place.

There was a break in the floor-to-ceiling shelves on the left, where a maroon curtain separated us from whatever lay on the opposite side.

On display on the tables in front of us and on the counters of the classical oak desk that served as the register, were mannequins sporting all kinds of clothing, from impressive gowns fit for a runway stage, to elaborate, themed costumes, to, yes, even beautifully crafted suits in every cut.

But the best part?

Every single article of clothing on display, from the dresses, to the outfits, the hats and shoes, were perfectly proportioned to my dimensions. This entire, wonderful place accommodated people like me.

I stared, slack jawed, unable to believe this wasn’t some sort of very realistic dream, when I felt Natalie’s gaze on me, “What do you think? This is supposed to be the best place in all of Massachusetts…” She hummed softly, the fingers of her left hand stroking the outside of the pocket, about level with my chest.

Unable to tear my eyes away, I swallowed, gripping the fabric to keep from showing her any pathetic emotions, “I—“

Before I had a chance to complete, or even begin, that thought, the sharp clink of metal rings sliding across a curtain rod hit my ears, as someone crossed the threshold.

My heart jumped. Another human. What was this one going to be like?

My hands itched for something to defend myself with. Whether she could feel my body stiffen, or just guessed by instinct, Natalie gently pressed her fingers over my heart, caressing my forearm with her thumb. I looked up to catch her gaze. Her eyes seemed calm, reassuring. I did my level best to relax.

As the figure crossed behind the main desk, I endeavored to take in all of her details, reading her for any signs, positive or negative.

Her hair was cut short, tight pin curls looping and twisting in a gravity defying mop of pure white. Her keen, bright eyes shone beyond the rim of her, golden reading glasses, perched low on her nose. Her vintage jewelry, including an elegant gold watch, sparkled in the light of the lamp beside her. Her outfit was clearly custom made, a beautiful matching vest and skirt in warm earth tones, with white dress sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her hands were lithe, yet possessed a certain air of intentionality with every move she made. She held a leather bound tome under her arm.

“Apologies for the wait, we’re at the peak of our holiday orders at the moment. How can I help you?” She locked eyes with Natalie, seemingly not noticing me quite yet. Her voice was soft and clear as a bell. She set down her book, cracking it open and scribbled something along its many columns and rows. Natalie stepped up to the counter as she spoke. I leaned forward, enjoying the swooping, artistic motions of her calligraphic script as she wrote in incredibly ornate cursive.

“Oh, hello, there.” She’d stopped writing. I looked up to find her gaze, dulled with age but not without a keen spark, was fixed on me.

I clenched my jaw as I hardly dared to breathe… I waited for the condescending comment to come next. She leaned down to address me again, “Sir? What can I do for you today?” A smile played about her lips, but it was far from anything like a sneer. It was warm, friendly.

I breathed a sigh of relief. She was waiting for my reply. She was addressing me directly. I cleared my throat. “I, uh, I believe I’m here to purchase a suit.” I raised my voice to cover the distance, trying to sound like I did this sort of thing all the time.

“More than just one. He’d like to be fitted today, please.” I whipped over my shoulder to look up at Natalie. Was she serious? When I met her eyes, she nodded and winked at me.

“So you want the full custom package?” The woman looked at me, I looked to Natalie, Natalie nodded in the affirmative. The human across from us checked her wrist, nodding with an exact precision I couldn’t help but admire, “Perfect timing. I believe I can squeeze you in between our other standing consultations. Right this way.” She motioned for us to follow her into the curtained room.

We entered the back area and were greeted by two tables with ornate lion’s paw legs. The one on the left was piled with fabric, neatly folded, with tools of the trade including rulers, pushpins, scissors and measuring tape. On the right, the surface of the table was bare, save a series of pristine white boxes, each sitting side by side, along its center. I wondered what those were.

Instead, we curved toward the left. I supposed I’d just have to wait to find out more.

We came to a stop in front of the table with its neatly organized tools. I was beginning to deeply appreciate the pristine organization of this place. It was far more comforting than Natalie’s rat’s nest approach to every inch of her living space, though I'd managed to train her out of her most egregious lifestyle habits.

I was torn from my musing when fingers descended all around me, the pad of Natalie’s thumb resting over my chest while two fingers hooked under my arms as she applied light pressure.

I met her eyes to see her arched brow, as she sought permission to pick me up and set me down. With a curt nod from me, she lifted me up and out, placing me on my own two feet in the center of the table. As she fished for my crutch, the other woman approached the table, setting a clipboard and red ink pen down on the surface beside me.

She adjusted her glasses as she pulled the chain to a lamp behind me, bathing my surroundings in a soft glow. I couldn’t help but notice the way my jaw involuntarily clenched and I held my breath as her arm loomed overhead.

I realized with a sharp pang the indignity that was about to commence.

Natalie was finally granting me the opportunity to dress like the gentleman I was, a wonderful thing indeed, but… no tailored suit, big or small, was possible without acquiring that gentleman’s measurements.

I felt a twist in my stomach, as I pictured being pinched, grabbed, and puppeted about like a doll, as string was cinched too tightly around my arm or leg to quantify the size of limbs. This strange woman’s hands who I’d admired from a distance for their precision and poise, now intimidated me in the lamplight, seeming too aged, bony and frighteningly precise in their movements to be anything but painful when they seized me.

The liver spots that dotted her arm, the thin and almost papery nature of her skin that displayed the blue veins snaking beneath and the pronounced knuckles on her arthritic, littlest fingers all reminded me of a particular set of hands I’d fought very hard to forget.

“… Alexander?” The present circumstance came back into crystal clear focus at the sound of my name from Natalie’s lips. I blinked hard and looked up at where the sound had come from. Her finger and thumb held my crutch between them, as she bent at the waist to address me, her brow slightly furrowed with worry, she gently brushed my arm with the side of her curled fingers, nudging me back into reality, “… Here you go.” She offered me my walking aide, and I cleared my throat, taking it from her while staring at the floor.

“Ah, is that your name? I don’t think we got properly introduced.” This time it was that voice that tinkled like a bell in my ears. I’d admit, it had a pleasant ring, despite my trepidations, “Hello, Alexander, I’m Marianne. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She offered a finger to shake. I admit, I was taken aback. Why was she so courteous? She was smiling at me.

It put me on edge.

When was she going to burst into laughter? Was it when I gave in to her invitation to shake, like equals, only for her to pull her hand away? Or would it be the moment I turned over my shoulder where she’d take the opportunity to snatch me up by the collar? I refused to believe this wasn’t an act.

She was still offering her finger.

I was taking too long, if I waited much more I’d be questioned.

I took a few steps forward and stiffly shook the pad of her finger with my hand. Immediately retreating the few steps back when it was over. Good. No funny business. Not yet. I decided as long as she continued this charade of being polite, I’d do the same. An eye for an eye and all that.

“Well, we’re delighted to have you here. And what’s your name, young lady?” Natalie introduced herself and shook hands with the older woman with a warmth I found reassuring. “Welcome to La Petite Aiguille.” I suppose she thought that name was terribly clever. How gouche. Of course, she probably assumed I couldn’t understand French, which would be a false assumption.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, as she addressed us again, “May I interest either of you in any refreshments?” She had my attention, now, as she acquainted us with our options. I ordered herbal tea, Natalie chose coffee. The woman, Marianne, excused herself to prepare them both.

After the clack of the woman’s shoes on the hardwood faded, Natalie leaned down, resting her chin on her forearm, setting down her free hand close to where I stood, “So? Whaddya think?” Her eyes gleamed. Always so excitable, wasn’t she?

“It…” I felt heat rise in my face. I mustn’t come across like some giddy child let loose in a toy store, “It seems like a professional and respectable establishment.”

Her face fell, she was clearly hoping for more enthusiasm from me, but I was far too embarrassed to show her just how excited I was. Before she could form a response, Marianne returned with a tray, including a steaming mug of coffee I could’ve taken a dip in if I so chose, as well as a teapot, mug and saucer balanced on an embossed tray, all sized to me. But that was not all. In hand, she also clutched a proportional end table and chair which she gingerly placed beside me. I served myself the tea as she continued.

“As you can see we specialize in custom clothing for those of nimbler proportions than our own.” Nimbler, eh? I quite liked that. “So what’re we getting outfitted for today? A holiday party? Gala? Wedding?” Me? At a human wedding? I nearly spit a mouthful of tea back into the cup.

“No, nothing like that.” Natalie swooped in to save the conversation, “He just likes to be sharply dressed. Personally, I love lounging at home in sweats and a t-shirt but this one wants cufflinks and starched collars.” Her index finger brushed the toe of my shoe, “He’s suffered for way too long in casual clothes. Now that he’s more healed up, he deserves to dress to the nines every day if he wants to.” She winked at me. My heart knocked at my ribs. Stupid, impressionable, laughable idiot! Just drink your tea and stop with the flushed face already! I swallowed everything in the cup in one go.

“A true mondain, I see. Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place. Let’s see what we can do.” What was this woman’s deal with sprinkling French into every other sentence? Was she trying to show off? She grabbed her pen and started to jot things down on the form before her.

I poured myself another cup of tea, and directed my words to the ceramic vessel, “Vous pensez que vous êtes si intelligent, n'est-ce pas? Je peux aussi parler français, tu sais.” The woman, I supposed I could start thinking of her by her name, Marianne, never paused in her writing. The line came and went without her understanding. I pursed my lips and couldn’t help the smug smirk that crossed my face. It seemed she didn’t know the language nearly as well as she’d put on. I continued to revel in my superiority, until I heard the human to my right clearing her throat theatrically.

I looked up to see Natalie’s eyebrows raised as she scowled at me disapprovingly. “Be nice!” She mouthed. I opened my hands and shrugged as if to say “What?”. She didn’t get a chance to retaliate, however, as Marianne raised her eyes from the page and addressed us.

“Now, first thing’s first, we’ll need your measurements.” Damn. I came down from my temporary high and felt my heart in my throat again.

Evidently I wasn’t as skilled at masking my feelings on the matter as I’d thought, because she reassured me while preparing her tools, “Not to worry, Alexander, there will be no rough treatment here. I’ll be as gentle with you as Natalie would.” I snuck a glance up at the woman she’d mentioned, only to find, much to my embarrassment, that she was already looking me over.

We both instantly turned our attention back to our drinks.

Marianne carried on unperturbed. I was beginning to wonder if this woman was one of the least observant people on the planet, or if she was just exceedingly polite. She scribbled things on her paper, before organizing her rulers and measuring tapes before her. She addressed me as she prepped, “So, you’re fond of gentleman’s wear, hm? Not many young men care about keeping up appearances anymore. I’m glad you’re an exception to the rule. My Henri was fond of his pinstripes and pocket squares. A perfect pairing for a seamstress, you can imagine!” Her eyes sparkled with memories long past.

“I… I’m sorry for your loss…” Natalie’s voice was kind and genuine.

“Oh, that’s alright, honey. We had many wonderful years together.” She turned to me, “I think he would’ve quite liked you, Alexander.”

Me? I couldn’t imagine how much I and an older human man could possibly have in common, besides our manner of dress. And in any case, this woman had only just met me, how could she possibly make such a rapid assessment?

I nodded politely in agreement anyway, hoping to move past this rather somber moment and return to the exciting part of getting me into a beautiful suit.

Of course, Natalie couldn’t help but ask follow up questions. Annoying, the way humans always politely placated each other with niceties and small talk, “Did he help you run this place?”

Marianne cracked a smile, “Oh, yes! The whole thing was his idea. Down to the name. I was perfectly happy to stitch away on my little creations at home, but he encouraged me to share my skills with others. He was always the gregarious one…” you don’t seem to have any problem talking at length, as far as I can see. “… and much better at putting our clients at ease, though, I try my very best. I know the constant invasion of personal space can be unwelcome.”

Finally someone acknowledges this well-known truth!

“Now, Mr. Alexander, if you’ll take a few steps forward, I’ll get your height to start.”

The flattery of being addressed so formally was quickly counteracted by an unwelcome reality that the aforementioned invasion of personal space was about to begin.

I looked about myself to set down the cup in my hand. The side table was just out of reach from where I stood. I shifted my weight, about to turn over my shoulder to cross closer to the surface when a finger brushed the length of my forearm, warm and soft. I stopped in my tracks and looked up.

Natalie was offering to take the cup from me. Her lips curled into a soft smile as my gaze locked with hers, “Don’t worry, I won’t accidentally drop this one. I promise.” She winked.

I couldn’t help but crack a smile, and shake my head before balancing the cup on the pad of her index finger. She pinched it between finger and thumb and carried it to its proper place for me.

*****

As Alexander stepped forward, away from the tiny furniture, the experienced hands of the craftswoman carefully slid a polished wooden ruler behind his back. I found myself balancing my chin over my crossed arms to get a closer look at what the measurement tool showed.

He stood very still, his posture perfect, and his chest puffed. I could tell he was stretching his spine to stand as tall as he possibly could. As I squinted to discern the tiny lines that Alexander could easily trace with his fingers, I saw his exact height for the first time.

Five and half inches, exactly.

My heart melted.

As the ruler was removed, I searched his face for signs of unease. I wouldn’t blame him for being nervous. He was already grumpy enough being handled by me, I knew having a stranger’s hands all over him wouldn’t exactly be a walk in the park.

“You okay?” I mouthed, unable to resist brushing the toe of his shoe with a fingertip. He nodded, sucking in a sharp breath. I could see he was steeling himself.

I trusted Marianne, she seemed extremely kind and respectful. Still, her fingers, though aged and thin, were each over half the length of his entire little body.

She prepared a length of bright crimson thread, tying it off in a knot in one graceful pull.

“First, I’ll ask you to let your arms rest at your sides…” he shuffled his weight, unsure what to do with the crutch in his hand.

“You okay to stand without it for a few? I can hold it for you.” I offered. He nodded, clearly disinterested in needing any help, but having no choice.

“��And then I’m going to measure the width of your shoulders, will you turn to face Natalie?” I liked that she walked him through every single step she was taking. I could see he was starting to relax a bit as he shuffled his feet to face me. Marianne used the bit of string to measure along his shoulder blades, from point to point. The scribble of her pen on paper and the hum of the heater somewhere behind us, were the only sounds in the room.

Until…

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

I think I jumped more than he did. Someone was knocking on what I assumed must’ve been the back door of the shop.

Marianne had a different reaction, “Oh!” She dropped the thread and checked her watch, “They’re early! I apologize, someone is here to drop off a bulk order. You’ll have to excuse me. This is the trouble of running things all by myself!” She looked flustered and embarrassed for having to pause, “I should only be a minute!”

She stepped through the curtain and after a few moments I could hear the sounds of a door opening and the low rumble of male voices mixing with hers. The activity faded into the background as I took in the little life before me.

“You wanna sit down? Rest your leg?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” I wasn’t convinced but it didn’t seem worth it to argue over. I found myself reaching for the bit of string that had served as his measuring tape. Threading it in and out from between my fingers.

That’s when we heard Marianne’s voice cut through, far more flustered than we’d heard before, “No! No, this is all wrong. You have half of my satin and georgette mixed in with someone else’s bolts of polyester! How difficult is it to keep your orders straight?” I could hear the clack of her shoes on hardwood growing louder as she suddenly thrust aside the curtain, “I’m so sorry for this little hiccup. I’ll just be a bit longer… Oh—“

Her eyes cast down to the crimson thread pinched between my finger and thumb. “Were you measuring him yourself?”

Alexander and I both exchanged flustered glances before I tried my best to respond, “Well, I—“

I heard the low voices of men and the shuffling of heavy feet beyond the curtain. As Marianne checked over her shoulder, her eyes widened, “Be careful with that! You almost knocked it over!” Her head of curly white hair, popped back in to address us, “No, no. Please. Go ahead! It’ll save us time! You’ll have to excuse me!” She gestured at the thread between my fingers before dashing off, footsteps fading even as I could hear her shout in exasperation about some other mishap those workers were creating in her shop.

And suddenly it was just he and I.

He cleared his throat, pulling at his collar.

“So…” I finally mumbled, breaking the silence. His blue eyes met mine when I spoke. My face felt warm.

“So.” He shifted his weight, his face splashed with pink, while he craned his neck to stare up at me.

“I guess, I’m gonna— I mean, if you’re okay with… me??”

He thrust his hands in his pockets, nodding his head, while his blonde bangs hung in his eyes, “Right, no. I mean. We must… Musn’t we? For the sake of-of the time. Like she said.”

“Yeah. Totally. Uh. Okay. So…” I twirled the piece of thread around my finger, while I glanced at the sheet of paper, “It looks like I’m supposed to measure your chest next…” My hands inched toward him. I could feel my pulse in the tip of every finger, I had to concentrate to keep them steady. Alexander watched my encroaching hands like a hawk, his spine stiff, his lips taught.

“Wait!” He threw up his own little palm. I stopped, confused. His brow furrowed as he addressed me, “You’re practically towering over me, standing like that. Do you know how exhausting it is to practically break my neck just to be able to address you? Go find a chair.” I raised my brows, he rolled his eyes, “Please.”

I pulled it up before the table and sat down, “There, better?” I was so much closer to eye level with him now, and yet, he still seemed so far away, standing in the shadow I cast.

He won’t seem so far once I’m physically touching him. I felt a thrill rush through me at the thought.

I took the knotted end and gently held it against his sternum. He rocked back on his heel from the pressure, nevertheless. His little heart was pounding against his ribs. I melted again.

After a moment, “Ahem, Natalie?” I was frozen in place, just mesmerized by the thrumming of life beneath my fingers.

“Right, right! Sorry!” I shook my head. “Okay hold that for me, please…” his lithe little fingers took over for my gigantic one, as I wrapped the string around his chest and arms. I pinched the string where it met the knotted end and pulled it away from his body. Finally, I laid it flat to the tape measure before jotting down the number. We proceeded to do this with the length of his arms, the circumference of his tiny little wrists, even his neck, which I tried to be painstakingly delicate with.

With his chin thrust in the air, I could feel him gazing up at me as he held the knot against the hollow of his throat. He opened his mouth to speak and I bit the inside of my lip, worried he might snap at me out of discomfort, but instead he spoke so softly it was almost too quiet to hear, “You’re not too bad at this, Ms. Marquez…”

As he spoke, I could feel the tiny vibrations in his neck as I very delicately brought the string around. What a mesmerizing feeling. I swelled with pride, “Oh really? Approval from the Little Nightmare? Not a single criticism yet? It’s my lucky day. What’d I do to deserve this?”

“Don’t let it go to your head… it’s big enough as it is!”

“Hey! Rude!” I released the string, pretending to be offended. To my delight, his little face broke out into that lovely crooked smile I adored so much.

“You’re awfully pleased with yourself, aren’t ya?”

“As I ought to be! It was a shining example of my cracking wit, and you ought to be more impressed.”

“You ready for the next part, Mr. Chuckles?”

“Oh! Come on!” He wrinkled his nose in disgust, “That was terrible. Was that the best you could come up with? I’ll take Xandy over that, any day!”

“What’s that? I can call you Xandy now??”

“No!!! No that’s not what I said! Don’t you dare– Hey! What’re you doing?!”

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As I spoke, her fingers and thumbs rushed up from behind and landed on either side of my waist. The warmth was intoxicating, her grip all encompassing, and intimate. My face flushed with color and heat.

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s the next thing on the list!” She was defensive. I twisted and squirmed feeling the tension in the thread as it rested at the small of my back.

She had to be playing coy with me! Couldn’t she see how flustered she was making me? It’d been hard enough to keep my composure when she rested her fingertip over my heart, or gently guided my arms where she wanted them, or leaned down so close while she regarded me with such care and gentleness that her fingertips left electrical pulses where they brushed against my skin. But now this?

I was finding it hard to breathe.

“You could at least warn a man before you trap him in your colossal grip! Have you learned nothing?”

“I’m not– Look, we don’t have to do this. Especially if you’re gonna get all pissy about it.” She looked crestfallen. That soft warmth dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared when she pulled her hands away, the thread dragging limply along the table’s surface, pinched between her finger and thumb.

No, no, no! This isn’t what I wanted at all. Couldn’t she see I was addicted to it now? That warmth, that soft touch? This was all her fault.

“Wait!” I stepped forward, snatching up the opposite end of the thread before it snaked away from my reach. She looked at me with curiosity, waiting to see what I’d do next, “If you’re going to hold me by the waist, have the courtesy to let me participate.” Her golden green irises dilated as her mouth parted slightly. I had her complete attention.

A tremor ran down the nape of my neck to the curve of my lumbar as I pulled the string toward me. She let this tension in the thread move her hand forward with no resistance. My heart skipped a beat. She was letting me control her.

I guided her fingertips to the soft flesh just above my hipbone, where my obliques flared and rippled as I fought to keep my composure. I transferred the thread to my right hand and fed it behind my back, allowing the tension to hold my weight as I leaned back, feeding it around to my right side. I could count each and every quaking beat of my heart as I held the crimson thread in my fist, offering it to her. She slid the tip of her index along the inside of my forearm, making me suck in a sharp breath, before uncurling my fist and taking the string from me.

“Now what?” she whispered, two pairs of a finger and thumb resting on either side of my body, waiting for my instruction.

I’d never felt so big in all my life.

I guided one set of fingers to rest on my navel. Could she feel how my breath shook when she touched me?

I grounded myself and brought the other side to meet, letting the string cross itself at the proper place. She pinched the spot with her thumbnail and slowly, gently, retreated to measure and write down her findings.

“Okay, now hips,” She held the length of string in front of me, waiting to be guided once more. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from beaming.

I performed the same little ritual with her, and this time her fingertips landed over a much more intimate part of myself. I flushed bright, hissing between clenched teeth, “Careful!”

I expected her to scoff at me, but the eyes that met my upward gaze were soft, “I’m only going where you put me. You’re in control.”

I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly my legs buckled and gave way beneath me. She was quick to act, wrapping a finger around my hips and pinning me between finger and thumb.

Dear god, what was she doing to me?!

Before I could take another breath, the clattering of human footsteps and the scrape of metal met my ears and made me jump.

Marianne’s voice cut through our built up tension like a razorblade, as she seemed completely unaware of our situation, “Okay! So sorry about that, you two!” Natalie quickly let go, as I rushed to tidy myself and readjust my crooked clothing. The seamstress rounded the corner of the table and entered my periphery, glancing over the measurement sheet “Looks like you got the vast majority completed. That’s perfect, we’ve got a great place to start.” She clapped her hands with a sharp crack, a smile warming her aged features as she leaned down to address me, “Now, Mister Alexander. What’re we in the market for?”

My head spun as I tried to engage my brain, lips and tongue again, “W-what am I—? Uh, um…” It was a truly foreign sensation for words to elude me. I shook my head trying to clear my mind, “A, uh, A classical cut is always best, single breasted, three piece, wool, tweed or cotton, with a notch lapel and double vent.” The words flowed with an easy familiarity, and I found it easier to breathe for the first time since she had left Natalie and I to our own devices.

“You were right,” She addressed the woman before me, “He really knows his stuff!” Natalie nodded vigorously and smiled, as if to say “You have no idea”.

“Ah— And no pinstripes. I hate pinstripes.” I added in haste.

“Duly noted! I think I have quite a few pieces you’ll be interested in.” She gathered the paper with my measurements, Natalaie’s chicken scratch contrasting sharply with the older woman’s elegant script. As she crossed the room, opening a cabinet and searching for something, she spoke over her shoulder, “Please, feel free to come to this other table here…” She gestured to the table with those mysterious boxes on them.

Natalie and I exchanged a glance, before she slid her palm beside me, hooking her thumb beneath my left arm. She gathered me in her hand, her other fingers supporting my weight before she lifted me off the table.

She crossed with me to the opposite side, her free thumb gently stroking my cheek. It wasn’t all that long ago I would’ve recoiled at such a caress. Now I melted beneath it.

What has gotten into me??

Soon, I was being lowered to my feet, before one of those mystery boxes. I could see now that the front was obscured by a curtain.

“Go ahead,” Marianne had just placed a polished wooden case of some kind on the table just to my right, as she seemed to register my curiosity. I took a step forward, only to feel a warmth and pressure on my shoulder. I turned to see Natalie offering me my crutch, balanced on a fingertip. I acquiesced and took it, before thrusting the curtain aside.

I’m not sure what I’d expected but it wasn’t this.

Beyond the veil of the fabric, and just a small step up, was what I imagined a dressing room to look like. I’d never been in one myself, human-sized or otherwise, but it fit my expectations and then exceeded them. On the wall opposite me was a full length mirror, held in a gilded, golden frame. A beautiful Persian rug softened the faux wooden floor. There were hooks along the wall to hang clothing, as well as a vanity complete with a mirror and chair. Along the walls were framed prints of famous art pieces. I admit, the Lady with an Ermine was the only one I recognized. Everything felt… authentic. Real. Human. Is this what rooms looked like to them all the time? There was a wide variety of plants that looked… were they real? Not just plastic bastardizations of the typical human houseplant?

I stepped into the ‘room’ and as I marveled, heard a breathy “Wow, fancy…” from up high. I craned my neck to find that this room, for all its proportional realism, lacked a ceiling, and, therefore, Nat was easily able to peer down, her arms crossed, and smile at me from above.

But there was one area in the corner, also sectioned off by a curtain, which, when I peered into it, I realized was actually fully enclosed, complete with an electric wall sconce to brighten the space.

Oh. What a relief. I wouldn’t have to change in front of these two women. I never expected humans to think of these things. This was a nice surprise.

“Is it suitable to your tastes?” Marianne appeared beyond the edge of the far wall, “My Henri designed every detail. We had such fun putting them together. Oh speaking of… try these on for size…”

A wrinkled finger and thumb descended into the space, shattering the illusion that I was in anything other than a highly detailed doll house. Pinched between her digits, was a suit jacket, vest, and matching slacks, each hanging on their own seemingly custom wooden hangers. She carefully placed each of these on one of the wall hooks. Her hand disappeared and then returned with another set and another and another.

I admit, I felt my heart race at just the sight of them. I’d missed the familiar fit of a suit so very much. My grip on the walking aide was becoming clammy as I absentmindedly bounced on the ball of my good foot in anticipation.

She also laid down a folded under shirt on the vanity (the folds were crisp and tidy. Impressive for fingers that big) and several different collared shirts on the remaining hangers.

“I’ll work on ties, belts and shoes while you start with these. How’s that sound?” I nodded in agreement, already making a beeline for the undershirt, a white collared dress shirt and the first vest and pair of slacks on the rack before she’d finished speaking.

I was just about to disappear into the changing room when a finger on my shoulder stopped me.

My mouth twisted into an instinctive grimace as Natalie halted me. What?? What did she want?? I was moments away from shedding this baggy loungewear for something sophisticated and elegant. What could possibly be so important that she needed to interrupt me at this very moment?

I turned to face her, only to realize precisely what. Offered up between her fingers was that pair of tweezers. The same ones I’d used to help myself change since I’d blessedly escaped that god awful tie dye shirt. She’d brought them from home for me.

“Just in case,” she winked at me. Oh. Now, I felt like an ass.

I breathed out from my nostrils, releasing the tension in my shoulders, “Thank you.” I even briefly patted the side of her finger as a show of appreciation as I took the object from her. I figured she’d like that, what with her love of touching me all the time.

The sudden thought of her touch and heat and softness completely overwhelming me just moments ago on that other table top made my face flush with shame.

I hurried inside the changing room, where, luckily, no one could see my changed complexion.

**********

I drummed my fingers on the table, just dying for him to throw that tiny curtain aside and reveal himself. Marianne flitted about the room, opening drawers, cabinets and boxes, finding just what she was looking for, all while peering over the rim of her glasses with the keen eye of a master at work.

Soon she had a lineup of tiny accessories displayed on the vanity table for him to peruse.

I caught her gaze and mouthed “Thank you”, she nodded warmly and winked, before catching something out of the corner of her eye and gesturing for me to look too.

That little curtain fluttered with movement, and before I knew it, there emerged one tiny socked foot, then another, with a metal and rubber crutch complimenting their rise and fall.

Then, my heart skipped.

Hello there, Alexander.

He looked absolutely incredible, and he wasn’t even fully dressed yet. The slacks sported a flattering pleat down the length of his leg, settling perfectly about his waist. The vest fit beautifully, cinched slightly in the back, the white dress shirt contrasted nicely and the sleeves fit him just right.

I immediately dropped my chin to the surface of the table to get a closer look.

He emerged with his head ducked as he gracefully threaded the final button on the vest, the royal blue wool lacing through his lithe little fingers.

Suddenly, two icy blue irises like crystals of frozen flame were trained on me and I had to bite my lip to keep from embarrassing myself. The blue of the suit made his eyes shine even more brightly than before.

“It looks like a perfect fit. How does it feel?” He craned his neck to listen to the voice looming above him. He adjusted his shoulders, made sure the vest was perfectly centered, and he toyed with his shirt sleeves until they were just right, before he turned to the full length mirror.

With my head balanced on my hand, I could just make out a sliver of my face reflected in the tiny mirror over his shoulder.

Seeing his entire body against the backdrop of one small part of mine reminded me of that first day, when I’d forced him into that ugly little doll shirt and held him up to my bathroom vanity admiring our size difference. That truly felt like a lifetime ago.

Marianne passed him a silky rust colored tie, and I watched with flustered amazement how his fingers expertly worked the flimsy material into a pinprick of a complicated knot, even and perfect. I felt like I was glimpsing into a whole other world of his, a past I only faintly understood.

With each infinitesimal adjustment of his collar, sweep of his hair, and threading of his tie beneath his vest, I felt myself staring slack jawed at this new version of the little man I thought I’d known so well.

Now for the jacket. She handed it to him, and he spread the lapels to admire the inner lining (a gorgeous, patterned silk with flowers of purple and blue) when his eyes stopped at something sewn into the collar just as the nape of the neck.

*****

I stared at the inside of the jacket, almost in disbelief.

Sewn with expert precision, were a handful of stitches that unmistakably spelled out “For My Henri”.

I was flabbergasted.

Marianne had said he was the love of her life, that they’d built this business together, that he’d encouraged her to use her talents to help others, and this man had been… like me?

“I-I can’t possibly accept this…” I shook my head, thrusting the beautifully crafted garment away from my body and offering it back up to this kind hearted woman who peered down at me.

She simply smiled, “Just try it on, at least.”

She couldn’t be serious. But it would be nice just to try it on for size. She could use it as a reference. I was determined to refuse her offer if she brought it up again, but I saw no harm in at least donning the final piece of the suit, just to see it all together.

I took a deep breath and easily twirled the garmet over my shoulder, sliding my arms along the silken lining and letting it fall around my body, gazing into the mirror once more.

Oh, hello there, Alexander. It’s good to see you again, old friend. How I’ve missed you.

It was beyond perfect. It was the most beautifully crafted suit I’d ever had the pleasure to wear. I looked wonderfully smart. My chest swelled as a small smirk creeped onto my features, threatening to boil over into a boyish grin if I wasn’t careful.

I refocused the lenses of my eyes to take in Natalie’s gaze, dominating the landscape behind me. Her pupils were dilated, her expression dreamy. I turned to face her, leaving my crutch behind for now.

I thrust a hand in a pocket, unbuttoning the jacket to show the vest underneath and spun on my heel, feeling altogether like a million bucks.

“You look… incredible” She practically breathed. The way her eyes shone when she gazed at me… Why did my knees suddenly feel weak at hearing her sigh at me like that? Perhaps I needed my crutch after all.

“She’s right, you know. It suits you. I suppose I can’t convince you to try on the rest of them can I?” The older woman issued me this challenge with a twinkle in her eye.

Natalie furrowed her brow and cocked her head. As if to say “What could possibly be the problem with that?”

Of course. She didn’t understand what Marianne and I already did.

I slid off the jacket and held up its stitching to her. She leaned in so close I could feel the heat of her exhale as she finally managed to squint enough to read the name sewn there.

“Oh, oh my god. So…your… he was…?” Natalie stuttered.

Marianne nodded, a smile sparkling with decades of memory igniting in her eyes. Eventually, she busied herself with handing me the next suit, this one a beautiful gray, continuing to address Natalie, “He was the best thing to ever come into my life. We found each other when I spent a summer in Paris, a whole lifetime ago. I couldn’t bear to return home without him. Luckily, he agreed to travel halfway across the world to be by my side. It took us a while to come to terms with our feelings, believe me, most people couldn’t possibly understand… especially not in those days. I hope you two don’t let your fear get in the way.”

My face burned and my mouth felt so dry, my voice cracked as I spoke, “Oh, no, we’re not… we-we—“

Suddenly Natalie’s louder voice tumbled atop mine, cutting me off, as she spoke through a strained smile, “Thank you.”

I sensed that I’d committed some sort of social faux pas, though I couldn’t understand what. Natalie and I weren’t… that is to say we didn’t have that sort of dynamic. Despite this, I decided to bite my tongue out of a desire to spare Natalie any unnecessary embarrassment. Judging by her bright pink complexion, she was already suffering enough from my attempt to set the record straight.

I put that interaction out of my mind, though, as I returned to the garments in my hands. I admit, I allowed myself the small pleasure of trying all four of Henri’s suits, each one as beautifully crafted as the last and still in such incredible condition for their age.

I tried on various loafers, belts, ties and even, to my utter delight, tie clips and cufflinks!

As a boy coming of age, I’d been repeatedly reprimanded after asking for cufflinks to match my larger counterpart, being told they’d be “much too small to be worth any effort to make them in the first place”.

Once I’d enjoyed everything those suits had to offer, she asked me to describe what I’d like to have custom made, letting me touch various fabric swatches and color options to help me make my decisions.

This was all a dream, right? Some sort of beautiful, wonderful dream that I never wanted to wake from? It had to be. Well, if it was all make believe, I supposed asking for what I really wanted wouldn’t hurt any.

She took notes as Natalie watched on. Why was it every time I turned over my shoulder, she seemed to be looking at me?

I sat in the chair, pulled beside the vanity, palming the perfectly proportionate cufflinks, and rolling them between finger and thumb. They were so detailed and well crafted I wondered if Henri had made them himself.

What is wrong with me? These things aren’t mine to take. No matter how wonderful they were.

I deposited the little metal pieces on the counter beside me, folding my hands in my lap, determined not to fidget anymore.

As if reading my mind, Marianne travelled around to the side of the table to face me.

“Well, you’ve been quite the model today.” I nodded in agreement, “I think we’ve put you through more than enough. Now, your custom orders will be shipped to you in approximately ten to twelve weeks. If you need any alterations at all, feel free to come back to the store.”

What a lovely dream this was.

She continued, gesturing to those beautiful suits hung along the dressing room the wall, “Which one was your favorite?”

“Oh, well… I couldn’t possibly— they’re all equally wonderful. You possess incredible skill…”

“I want you to have them.”

Both Natalie and I let out an incredulous exclamation, in sync with one another:

“No, no you’re being far too kind—”

“We couldn’t take them, they belong with you!”

She shook her head smiling warmly first at Natalie, then to me, “He would’ve wanted them to go to a fine young gentleman who can appreciate every stitch, rather than gathering dust in some box. I’d be honored if you’d take them. Think of it as Christmas coming early!”

I was completely taken aback, a rush of emotion making my chest swell and my throat tighten as my vision suddenly blurred, “I— I’m at a complete loss for words… T-thank you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Alexander. Thank you for coming to visit today.” She leaned down to offer me her finger to shake. With a trembling hand, and biting back tears, I shook her finger tip, squeezing it much harder than was called for, and yet I didn’t imagine it was enough to hurt her, “I’m delighted you like them so much. Why don’t you wear the blue one home? It was always my favorite. Now I’ll finish packing the rest and will wait for you to check out in the other room.”

And suddenly, it was just the girl with the wild hair and warm eyes, and me. She caught my gaze, a smile playing on her lips “Surprise!” She chuckled.

The swell of deep gratitude, delight, overwhelm and pure joy flooded through me once again and I was perilous to keep it at bay. I rushed forward, my leg aching from the effort, as I crashed into her hand, squeezing myself into the hollow of her palm, as I clutched the base of her thumb and wept, mumbling my thanks between tears of joy.

“Oh, Alexander…” she breathed, gently enclosing her fingers around me, embracing me back. Her index finger on her free hand gently caressed my hair, neck and shoulders as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I couldn’t stop smiling, no matter how hard I tried. She held my chin with her fingertip, wiping tears with her thumb, “I’m so happy you’re happy. You deserve this. I’m sorry it took so long… but I’m so glad you finally got what you wanted.” She beamed at me. I bit back more tears. She arched her brow and jutted her chin in that mischievous way she always did, “Now pull yourself together and go be all dapper and shit.” She nudged my arm with her thumb. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

Before long, I found myself perched on the countertop of Marianne’s desk in the front of the shop, dressed to the nines from head to foot. I wore the blue suit, of course, with brown leather shoes, and belt, a silken ochre tie with matching pocket square, cufflinks, and a tie clip. I stood tall as the women above me exchanged money for goods.

I felt a lightness in my body and mind that I hadn’t felt in… well, had I ever felt it? I couldn’t be sure. I had to keep biting the inside of my cheek to stop from grinning ear to ear like some stupid little boy. I’d never been spoiled like this. I’d never been treated like this. I had no idea what to do with myself.

As we were about to leave, Marianne turned to me, her lips curled into a smile. She gazed at me over the rim of her glasses, giving me a clear view of her keen eyes. “Alexander? N'ayez pas peur de lui dire ce que vous ressentez. Il est clair qu'elle t'aime de tout son cœur. Vous méritez le bonheur autant que nous tous.”

*******

I had no clue what she’d said to him, but whatever it was, he looked like he’d been shot through with an arrow, after hearing it. His little eyes went wide and his face burned bright red.

“Hey…” I rubbed his little shoulder, and he seemed to snap out of it. I smiled apologetically at the woman on the other side of the desk, “Sorry, I think he’s just really excited and overwhelmed about everything that happened. Thank you again, for all you did for him.” As I spoke to her, I coaxed the little man into my hand, his movements suddenly sluggish and distracted.

“It was truly such a wonderful thing to meet a pair like you. You give me hope for a better future. Thank you for coming in today. You’re always welcome back at any time.”

“Thank you so much, Marianne!” I echoed her warmth. When Alexander stayed silent, I nudged him a little with my thumb and he seemed to come to.

“Y-yes! Thank you. V-very much!”

What had gotten into him? Maybe the thrill of the whole thing had worn off and he was just exhausted. Because of his dogged determination to push himself to the limits all the time, it was easy to forget how much more effort it took someone of his size to just interact with people so much bigger than him. He was also standing and walking on his injured leg without his crutch for much longer than normal. I wondered if he was in pain and trying to fight through it.

Whatever the case, I was looking forward to getting him home with me, and giving him a chance to relax.

I took in the wonderful sight of him lounging in my palm, his head resting on the pad of my index finger, his calves and ankles hanging off the far edge of my palm, his little hands spread against my skin, keeping himself steady. He stared at his tiny leather shoes, and seemed disinterested in looking in my direction. How funny he was. I wondered what on earth was on his brilliant little mind.

Strange little nightmare, let’s get you home.

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A BETTER WORLD CHAPTER 3: SHE WANTS REVENGE

NSFW, MDNI, also available on ao3

Marty walks up to her parents’ front porch and groans as she knocks. She has a key, but she knows if she lets herself in, her parents will hound her about sneaking up on them. “What if we thought you were a burglar?” “We might have called the cops on you.” “Always text us before you come over.” They worry about every possible scenario. Her dad, Carl Helsin, peers through the peephole and opens the door for his elder daughter.

“Is everything alright, Marty?” Her father asks. “Why do you smell spicy?”

“I— ugh, my neighbors were giving me trouble. Can I stay here a couple nights?” Carl moves aside and lets his daughter in.

“I don’t know why you choose to live in that awful place when you know we always have room for you. I think it’s high time you moved back home until you can afford somewhere safer,” Carl lectures.

“I need my own space, dad. I think better when I’m alone.” She also needs somewhere she can bring boys back to, though she hasn’t done that much lately. She’s already been through all the hot, single men in the area. There aren’t a whole lot of them.

“Is that Marty?” Her mother, Marissa, yells from upstairs.

“Hi, mom!” Marty yells back. Time for the real lecture to begin. Her mom skips down the steps and wraps her in a hug.

“Please tell me you’re here because you finally came to your senses.”

“I’m just here for one night, mom. I had a little altercation with a neighbor and I gotta lay low,” Marty explains.

“Honestly, Marty, you need to stop antagonizing people!” “I wasn’t antagonizing them. They were just being too loud and I asked them to quiet down.”

“Yes, but how did you say it?”

“Doesn’t matter how I said it. They’re not reasonable people.” Marissa shakes her head.

“Oh, Marty. When will you learn that the world isn’t against you,” her mother sighs.

“Mom—” She cuts herself off before she can tear into her mom for never believing her. She can’t think of a single time in her life where her parents took her side. “I’m tired, alright? We can talk about things in the morning.”

“I just think you should—”

“Mom! In the morning. I was working late and need to sleep.” Marty darts to her childhood room before her mom can talk her ear off and slams the door behind her. She doesn’t feel any more at ease in the sparsely decorated bedroom. Her parents never let her do much with it growing up, and she took the few details of personalization with her when she left. Maybe she shouldn’t have let that man use the room in the bar. She could’ve taken it for herself.

She crawls into the hard mattress her parents picked out when she was 10. They wouldn’t let her have the softer one she wanted because hard ones are, supposedly, better for her back. She didn’t sleep well until she moved out, but she’s exhausted enough from fleeing from her neighbors to pass out quickly.

“Fuckin’ hell…” Marty wakes up with a groan and a stretch. She had forgotten just how uncomfortable her old bed was. Pure white winter light breaks through her flowy white curtains. She always asked for blackout curtains, but it didn’t fit her mom’s ideal vision for her home. She also never allowed Marty to paint her pastel blue room in the obnoxious, glittery gold that she had wanted ever since she saw the paint shade in one of her middle school friend’s rooms.

Her parents and sister will already be up. She’s always the last one up. There’s a slim chance of her being able to get out the front door and go anywhere else before someone can catch her, but she’s sure as hell going to attempt it. She freshens up in her en suite bathroom and changes into jeans and a gray pullover shirt, an easy outfit for an easy getaway. She raids her old closet to see if any of her old coats are in there so she doesn’t have to waste time finding one in the downstairs coat closet. The only one in there is from when she was a preteen. It’s a little small on her now, but it’ll have to do.

She opens her bedroom door as silently as possible. She carefully skips the one step that creaks on her way downstairs. Her parents and sister are talking in the dining room. She has a clear shot from the stairs to the front door. As quietly as she can, she rushes across the carpeted floor. Door opens. One foot out. She made it—

“Marty, where are you going? We still have to talk about your… situation.” Marissa rounds the corner of the dining room to the foyer and stops Marty in her tracks. Damn.

“I’m meeting Stephanie for coffee. Can’t stick around,” she lies.

“Oh, you know that girl is late to everything. Just come talk to us for ten minutes. It’s important,” her mom demands. Marty sighs and steps back inside. She and her mom join the other half of the family in the dining room.

“You were being loud last night,” her sister, Dana, complains.

“Hey, I was just trying to go to bed. Mom and dad were the ones trying to have a dialogue,” Marty defends herself.

“Well, why the hell were you even coming here so late? It would’ve been quiet if you stayed home.”

“She seems to have upset her neighbors,” their mom says to Dana. Marty pinches the bridge of her nose.

“They were upsetting me. They literally threatened my life, mom.”

“You shouldn’t be living next to such violent people, Marty. You’re not safe there,” her dad chastises.

“Now, Carl, you know how Marty likes to exaggerate. I’m sure she can fix it if she apologizes to them.”

“I bet it wasn’t even an argument. It was probably some weird sex thing between you and your neighbors that went too far. Are you banging your neighbors?” Dana jabs a fork in Marty’s direction. Marty slams a fist on the table.

“I am not banging my freakshow neighbors!” She shouts.

“Could you girls please stop being so vulgar?” Marty lets out a frustrated scream.

“How am I in the wrong for asking my neighbors to shut the fuck up for once? How am I in the wrong for leaving when they started banging on my door!? Jesus, mom, I can’t be in the wrong 100% of the time! Could you take my side fucking once!?”

“Wouldn’t have been an issue if you moved home,” her dad says, much more calmly than her. Marty stands up.

“I’m out of here. I’m out of here. It’s too fucking early to do this.” She speed walks to the front door. Her mother follows after her.

“Dear, if you would just—”

“Don’t. Just don’t.” Marty slams the front door behind her and gets into her car, not knowing where exactly she wants to go.

An hour into her aimless wandering, Marty remembers the reason she had to stay with her parents in the first place. That Stan guy was still occupying the extra room in the bar. She should really go make sure he didn’t steal anything or smoke in the establishment. A drink couldn’t hurt either. She leaves the empty parking lot she was loitering in and heads for her place of employment.

Federal laws are a crock of shit. Why should Stan have to stand outside in the freezing cold just to smoke when there’s a perfectly good, warm room right inside? But he’s banking on that Marty broad letting him use that room for a few nights, and she’ll kick him out for sure if she catches the place smelling like tobacco. He sees the same car that was parked outside of the bar last night pull into the exact same spot. His landlord has arrived.

“Put that out,” she demands as she gets out of her car and storms towards the bar. Stan complies, snuffing the cancer stick out with a metal pocket ashtray. “You can’t smoke within ten feet of the bar.” She yanks the door open and Stan follows her in. She heads straight for the room he just slept in and checks it over.

“Didn’t steal nothin’,” Stan promises. Marty looks up at him with sharp, demonic eyes. “I mean it, kid! I left everything where I found it.”

“Want a drink?” She asks, stomping behind the bar and pouring herself a glass of medium priced whiskey.

“You buying?” She nods. “I’ll have what you’re having.” Marty slides him a full glass of the same whiskey. He watches her pound her glass and refill it before he can take his first sip. “Uh, not that it’s my business, but is everything okay, kid?” She slams her glass on the counter.

“No. My life is a mess.”

“Pfft, tell me about it.” Stan takes a long sip. “Nothin’s gone right for me since I was a kid.”

“At least you had a point in your life where things did go right. I’ve been feeling like I’m drowning since the day I was born. Ya know what happened to me after I left you here?”

“What?” He asks.

“I have these neighbors who haven’t stopped arguing since I moved into my building. They’re loud. Keep everyone in the building up. I finally snapped last night and told them to shut it. But of course, crazy people like that don’t just realize that they’re crazy and stop being crazy. The bastards started banging on my door, and I don’t like the 2-1 odds if I tried to fight ‘em. So, I got them with a pepper spray sneak attack and got outta there. But, because you were sleeping here, I couldn’t.”

“I wouldn’ta minded sharing a bed with you, toots,” Stan flirts. Marty grabs the rim of his beanie and pulls it over his eyes.

“I don’t wanna break your hips, bud.”

“Alright, so where’d ya stay? Ya didn’t sleep in your car, I hope.” He’s done it enough times to not want a pretty young thing to suffer through the same.

“I should’ve done that. I had to spend the night with my family, sleeping in the same shitty bed I slept in my whole adolescence.”

“Ugh, parents,” Stan scoffs.

“Were yours strict, too?”

“My father was. But you don’t wanna hear about all that. C’mon, tell me the rest of the story,” Stan urges.

“My parents are obsessed with the idea of me moving home, at least until they can find a nice man to marry me off to. My dad’s concerned with how dangerous my building is, which it is, but anything beats living under my mom’s constant scrutiny. The woman’s convinced that every misfortune in my life is my own fault. I could get hit by a car while walking on the sidewalk and she’d blame me for going outside.”

“Sounds rough.” Stan raises his glass. “To shitty parents.”

“To shitty parents.” Marty clinks Stan’s glass with hers. She shotguns her second glass. Stan takes his time, not expecting another free drink. One was surprise enough. Marty watches the much older man nurse the whiskey. The brand is three times the price of the cheap crap she served him the night before. His lips wrap around the rim of the glass and suck in another splash of booze. It makes her think of his lips on his cigarette before she made him put it out. He looked good with that cigarette hanging from his mouth.

While he’s distracted by the booze, she takes the time to better observe his appearance. His gray hair, though thick, is hard and unkempt. The lines on his face reveal years of struggle, and possible self abuse. Probably from the booze and smokes. There’s a crack in his left glasses lens. And he’s obese. Not morbidly obese, but obese. And yet, he’s almost attractive to Marty. And what better way to get back at her parents than to get with the last guy in the world they would ever want her to have.

“Hey, wanna help me piss ‘em off?” She asks.

“Your parents? Whaddya have in mind?”

“Follow me.” Marty leaves her glass on the counter and heads for the back room. Stan swallows thickly. This can’t possibly be going where he thinks it’s going. “Close the door behind you.” He shuts the door, leaving him and Marty alone in the private room. The private room with a bed. Sweat beads form on his forehead. She takes her gray sweater off and tosses it to the floor, revealing her tight camisole underneath.

“What’re you doin’ kid?” Stan nervously asks.

“My parents want me to have a traditional life, one with a nice husband and 2.5 kids and a white picket fence or whatever. I want nothing to do with that. What better way to piss them off than to hook up with the exact opposite of the man they see me with?”

“W-whoa, kid, don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“Extreme is what I’m aiming for, Stan. I’ll leave if you’re not interested, but—”

“Oh, I’m interested. I’m very interested. But I don’t think you wanna do this,” Stan cautions. “You’d be makin’ a huge mistake gettin’ in bed with a guy like me.”

“What happened to all that flirty bravado from before?”

“I never thought ya’d actually take me up on it! I’m nothin’ but trouble, kid. I’m serious, ya don’t want this.” Marty sits on the bed and spreads her legs wide.

“Why don’t you let me decide what I do or don’t want?” She beckons him over with a finger, a severe look on her face. Stan’s body moves on its own. He throws his sweatshirt to the side and sits between her legs.

“I don’t got a condom,” he says quietly.

“Don’t need one. I’m on birth control.” His hands start shaking.

“Yer seriously gonna let me rawdog ya?” She nods. “Holy fuck.” Unable to resist any longer, he pushes her down on the bed and hovers over her, his thick stomach crushing her tiny waist. His lips crash roughly, greedily into hers. Instant fireworks between them. She can feel the beginning of his erection poking through his jeans. She tears her camisole off, allowing him to gaze upon the bra covering her big tits.

“Want me to take this off, too?” She reaches her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra, but doesn’t remove it until Stan enthusiastically nods. Stan’s eyes bug out of his head when he sees her hard, pink nipples.

“Can I…”

“You can do whatever you want.” He attacks her breasts with his eager hands, squeezing her tits like stress balls. It’s a little painful, but she lets him go for it. He’s acting like a man who hasn’t touched a woman in years. “Want them in your mouth?”

“Yer killin’ me, kid.” He takes his hands away and starts sucking on her nipples, making her moan. She lies all the way back and locks her ankles around Stan’s hips.

“Not too much foreplay, alright? I’ve already been through all the attractive men in town and I haven’t had a good dick in me for a while.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” He unbuckles her belt and rips her jeans and panties off in one fell swoop. He unbuckles his own belt and pulls his pants down just enough for his dick and balls to be freed. She moves her foot to block him from entering her.

“Nope. Clothes off, or mine go back on,” she orders.

“You don’t wanna see me naked, sugar.”

“Yes, I do. Take it off, baby.” Stan sighs and follows her orders. She might cut this thing short when he shows her what he looks like, but she’ll definitely cut it short if he doesn’t comply. He sheds his shirt for her, exposing his round gut and hairy chest. She takes in the view, a neutral expression on her face.

“Fuck, say somethin’, sweetheart,” he begs.

“You’re really fucking hot,” she finally says. His eyes go wide. “Pants off. I need you in me.” His pants and boxers are gone in an instant. His fingers prod at her entrance. She’s already plenty wet. There’s no need for any more formalities. It’s time for revenge.

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ouraboras · 9 months ago

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Ranking Alucard's Designs, Best to Worst

I've had a rough day and feel like being mean. These are just my opinions. Some rules:

I’m not counting each game a character appears in unless the design is noticeably different. I don’t count different art styles as a different design. I’m not counting the mobile game skins with two exceptions. For the most part it’s just him but purple. However, for your pleasure, joker Alucard:

Symphony of the Night

No surprise. It’s his most iconic design. He’s gorgeous. I enjoy how he wears a mixture of human clothes (the jacket) and more stereotypical vampire clothing like the cape. Same with warm colors with black and silver.

2. Grimoire of Souls

I love this design. I kiss it every night before I go to bed. I pray to it on Sundays. His waist makes me go feral. The only thing that bothers me is the brown lining. I wish they did something like the inside of his SotN jacket.

3. Moonlight Rhapsody – Outfit 3

I know absolutely nothing about this game. However, I love this skin. In my head when I imagine Alucard pre-Dracula betrayal this is it. The collar is a bit silly but I can look past it. I love the sleeves. The only critique I have is the brown and we’ll get to my feeling on Alucard wearing brown. But on this outfit, it’s not too bad.

4. Nocturne

They gave him his gay little neck ruffle back nature is healing. I wish they kept the details on the coat, but I’ll happily take the trade. I like his face.

5. The cancelled Dracula’s Curse movie concept art

I need to know what the context behind this would have been. The skirt, the pauldrons, his bloody hands, HIS HAIR PUSHED BACK. The only thing I dislike is his black nipple.

6. Aria and Dawn of Sorrow

I like the suit. The red pocket square is nice. I think it is a really interesting choice for it to be red rather than yellow as a callback. I love the choice to make him resemble Dracula pre-vampirism. All of his color has been drained and replaced with black and red. I go back and forth on if I hate or like (for symbolic reasons) his tie-neck ruffle thing. But none of that is my real problem with the design. His shoes are hideous. The heel is good. He deserves a little heel. But what is going on with the white. It's ugly and going to be a bitch to keep clean. His slacks are too long. He’s a government agent, he can afford to go to a tailor.

7. Season 1 & 2 of the show

I dislike the shirt. I’m not a big fan of how they drew his face either. But I like how they gave him Trevor’s chest scar.

8. Captain N

He’s so rad. But to be honest, Captain N Alucard has a special place in my heart. I remember when this was the closest thing to an animated series Castlevania had. It being this high is purely my nostalgia. I highly recommend watching the episode. It is pure 90s camp.

9. Season 4 of the show

Whore.

10. Grimoire of Souls – Blood and Loyalty

I can’t find a better look at this skin. He’s apparently dressed as a samurai. I like this purely because his hair is up. I don’t see enough of that. (artists pls you’d be doing the world a service)

11. Lords of Shadow 2

The only thing I like about this design is the coat. The dark blue with gold looks really good. I don’t like the belts, but I can ignore them. My issue is the armor. I hate the bronze so much. The armor on one hip is ugly. The ONLY thing that salvages this crime is the fact this Alucard is wearing the highest heels. This looks like an MMO armor set.

12. Judgement

I only unironically like 2 of Judgement’s designs. This is not one of them. I dislike it purely because of how boring it is. They put Simon in bondage gear, gave Trevor a boob window, and made Sypha a Catholic magical girl. But Alucard has to be more modest than the actual child. They could have fun with this but didn't. The most interesting thing about this design is they made a vintage couch into his cape.

13. Dracula’s Curse

This is Alucard’s original design. It’s just your standard pop culture vampire. I like his little owl hair tufts.

14. Legends

I’m fine with changing up Alucard’s design. Hell, we got SotN because of changing it. However, why is he blue? It’s not this illustration either he is just light blue for some reason. I like the short hair. I think it’s a cute way to show this game takes place in the past. But again, purple? Really? His necktie is not doing it for me either. It looks really bad.

15. And finally, last and certainly least: Pachinko and Moonlight Rhapsody

The faces? Good. Hair? Good. But for some reason they made his coat brown. At LEAST for pachinko they had some gold gauntlets and brown gloves instead of his sleeve cuffs. But whatever fucked up person at Konami did the design for MR kept the sleeve cuffs. It’s not like there is the excuse of ‘Oh the inside is black’ because it’s yellow. Now you might be asking: Why is this the worst? I have similar issues with other designs. But here is the thing, they all did something new. This is just your standard SotN Alucard with a color palette change. It looks like a recolor skin but it’s the main one. It's a bad change but not one bad enough to not be boring.

#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #alucard #alucard tepes #castlevania games

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redrage71890 · 2 years ago

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Seamstress Yuu AU, Pt 3

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This Yuu was a seamstress back in their world, but they got isekaied in Twisted Wonderland and shit and ended up being an early parent of a fire breathing gluttonous cat.

Currently living in a rundown abandoned dorm with three ghosts living with them, they are definitely in need of some madol for the repairs and just.....living...

So why not utilise these skills!

Sketching and sketching ideas for outfits and accessories that could go with it. Once satisfied with some of the ideas, all she needs to do is to find their models.

And she knows just the people...

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The Octavinelle trio have their own charms, it could work with the right methods!

How did they react to the proposition?

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ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝒜𝓏𝓊𝓁 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜}

Combination of stuttering and blushing a bit while trying to be professional at the proposition.

Once he gains composure, he offers a contract in order to split the profits if he were to be a model for Yuu.

And be successful mind you.

But they agree for their ambition and mind states that he will attract the masses with his beauty and charm.

Azul clearly goes red.

When taking measurements, Azul flows quite well and appears confident in his poses he practices, he does get pointers from Yuu and they could pick out the act he puts on quite easily.

He was quite impressed with the drafts he tried on and even gave pointers for accessories that he researched would be popular. Yuu took those into account.

The final outfit comprised of a white see through button-up under a white cropped jacket, black with thin white stripes and black leather boots.

A lot of more accessories with a leather strap wrapped around his waist, silver necklaces, a black leather fingerless glove on the right hand and silver rings on the left hand.

ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝒥𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝑒𝒸𝒽}

Unlike Azul, Jade was pretty surprised with the proposition but accepted it.

Yuu has peaked his interest.

Jade seemed quite interested in the craftsmanship that Yuu does and frequently asked her questions purely out of curiosity. Though it did not sound like it to Yuu for a long shot.

Measurement taking went smoothly with few mishaps and unnecessary comments.

When he was given the drafts to try, he liked it a lot and tried giving last minute suggestions of adding mushroom details on his outfit. Again.....Yuu listened and made note of that.

Jade actually sent Yuu mushroom samples that could be used in his outfit. Yuu appreciated the samples but difficulty finding accessories arose when she went searching for some at Sam's shop.

None of them felt right for their creative view.

But on the day of the final reveal, Jade was relatively happy with the final outfit consisting of a frill collared and cuffed shirt paired with a black blazer ending at his midriff with light gold vined patterns, black pants and black loafers with black socks.

Taking into consideration of the mushroom accessories with a thin gold chain belt with little colourful mushrooms attached, small gold rings that held mushroom details in its design and specially found from town was a vintage tree pinecone mushroom brooch that was placed on the side of his chest.

ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓎𝒹 𝐿𝑒𝑒𝒸𝒽}

Floyd just accepted because he was board and because its Shrimpy giving this proposition, then of course he'll accept!!

Mate has no idea what Yuu really does in detail, he just put together that they make clothes and he's gonna wear them while taking photos.

GETTING MEASUREMENTS WERE SUCH A PAIN FOR YUU! Floyd moved around SO MUCH that Yuu was ready to pop a vessel.

Floyd got quite interested in Yuu's production and frequently popped in at Ramshackle to see the progress Yuu was going. He got to see his drafts early annnnnnnndddd it was so much that he ended up ripping it.

So Yuu had to make another one......

And Floyd was kind of banned from entering Yuu's workspace until they were done.

But on the day of getting the final outfit, he was just having fun with it and actually loved to outfit as it was mainly handmade by Yuu! His little shrimpy!

Comprising of a ruffled collar long-sleeve top, black pants, a black patterned jacket with the sleeves being a see-through material and black combat boots.

Floyd wanted Yuu to deck him out in many accessories (cause he was in a good mood) but he only got some chains coming down on his pants, a few silver rings and an elaborate silver chain necklace that went around his chest.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland au #twst au #twst x yuu #twst yuu #seamstress yuu #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech

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luvendrawingonthemoon · 8 months ago

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Seliph and Julia :)

Yay the little guys I love them! (sorry for the wait got a lot of stuff to do, I'm trying to get back to it)

They are both what I call “heirs” for the design. And by that, I mean that their design looks a lot like an older person, who have the same role as them, most of the time related to them.

Julia is really in that category. Her color scheme with the white and purple with accent of gold, is really the same as Deirdre, and she also kinda have the same role as her: the holy maiden, with the naga blood, the long dress, pure white but with accent of colors but just soft ones. It’s what transpire the most from her to the point of not having really anything like her father. But I felt like it’s the point, she's breaking free of what her father represents. But she’s also different from her mom, especially with her outfit. It’s way plainer and simpler, less decorated probably because of her upspringing, which was rougher cause of the war.

I don’t really have more to say about this design especially because it has multitude of redesign with more recent artworks (like Deirdre) but if I would modify some stuff on the design, it would be maybe to differentiate her more from her mother, maybe with some red details to evoke her father but also the more passionate and courageous personality she developpe with time.

Seliph, is a good mix of both of their father and mother personalities (but a bit more from Sigurd) and it reflects itself with this cute pie design. But again, there is a lot of redesigns which limit me with interpretations. The longer hair, with the bandana is clearly a reference to Deirdre, they even have the same bangs! While the blue cape with a white/red part and generally the blue color scheme is a reference to Sigurd.

But contrary to them Seliph’s outfit is not white but mostly blue with white and gold accessories, and this is, I think, a symbol of them being less naïve of the violence of the world but will still try to save it with compassion and nobility. And if I remember well one of the most important thing with the second generation is this: to not reproduce the first generation errors who bring them to death (at least most of them).

I don’t think there is a lot to change, maybe some reference to Oifey and Shannan who raised Seliph and the others, but outside of that…

Overall very solids design for their time, simple but very functional. And they are adorable, I love them.

#fire emblem #fire emblem genealogy of the holy war #fe seliph #fe julia #thanks for the ask!#ask #ask game #my mutuals #nb Seliph ftw

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deathfavor · 7 months ago

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Like the previous years, this is going under the read more or its the only thing that would be on anyone's dash ( and really, what else could you want to read?? ) but these two are eternally precious and deserve all the spotlight

@yeonban said: One more year has passed, perhaps the hardest in Hi no Moto's history and certainly one neither of them had quite expected to survive, yet the rays of a new dawn shine on them and against all odds signal a second birthday they can spend together. Whereas only one year ago Soma had obliviously commemorated Seiroku's birthday while completely unaware of his true identity, he is now consciously celebrating the day regardless of the bloody trail it has left on the bushi world at large. Although his existence may have heralded doom and tragedy for the majority of the bushi; for Soma, and for the Date as well, Seiroku has been nothing short of a blessing.

A low hum leaves Soma at the thought, little consideration spared for his unfortunate childhood friends, and crimson eyes glance down at the sleeping figure in his arms when it begins to stir awake, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he leans down to kiss the top of Seiroku's head in greeting. ❛ Good morning, ❜ Rather than give him space though, the red soul adjusts his position to gently press his forehead against Seiroku's, taking advantage of his sleepiness to burn this memory into his brain with each of its minuscule details. But even so, no matter how many times he's already had the opportunity to admire his beloved's beauty and no matter how perfect his memory might be; the sight in front of him always finds a way to portray Seiroku as even more beautiful than he can remember; a quite a commendable feat indeed when the one in front of him isn't even trying in this half-awake state.

❛ Slept well? ❜ The words are whispered softly enough to not irritate Seiroku's ears first thing in the morning, and Soma waits patiently, fondly staring at the yellow soul throughout his waking process before giving him a proper kiss. ❛ Any plans for today? ❜ Unlike last year, there is nothing urgent or monumental to attend to this time around, as had been the band-wide birthday cheer back then. Or at least, so should Seiroku be led to think. ❛ If not, do you want to come with me? There's something I haven't had the chance to show you yet. ❜ A carefully picked set of words, ones that don't imply a birthday gift, even though the surprises in question were very much prepared with this exact day in mind.

Once they leave the warmth of the futon and start preparing for the day ahead, Soma begins to linger near Seiroku, waiting for him to reach for his clothes and realize that atop his usual garments lies a brand new outfit, made out of Hi no Moto's finest materials and bearing a striking resemblance to the belt Soma had gifted him long ago. The outfit and its patterns are also in white and black, as the belt had been and as the yellow soul's wardrobe typically tends to be, but with tasteful bits of real gold sewn in here and there as well, meant to prove Seiroku's newfound prestige as a soon-to-be member of royalty. To harmonize with the gold, dozens of different accessories made of pure gold lay above the outfit too, from hairpins, to necklaces, bracelets, anklets and even face veils, for the other to choose from at his heart's content.

❛ Happy birthday, Seiroku. May you continue to have happiness for a long time, ❜ Soma states when he notices his love has laid eyes on the (first) gifts, the smile from before once again finding its way on his face as the general decides to re-enact what he'd done the year prior by stepping closer and reaching for Seiroku's hand in order to kiss it, reverence shown in how he carefully kisses each knuckle before settling on the back of his hand. If seen from any other person's perspective, it might well appear as though Seiroku is the royal between the two of them, and Soma the one vying for his affection. ❛ I love you. ❜ And it would seem the truth isn't too far off if the rare words he spews, alongside the admiring glint in Soma's eyes when he looks up, are of any indication.

Once they are both ready to leave, Soma unexpectedly offers his hand out for Seiroku to hold, much unlike in their previous year together and despite the potential to be perceived by other members of the band, and begins to calmly steer them towards the castle's main hall. There isn't anything out of the ordinary in his subsequent actions, except for when he brings the both of them to a halt next to the series of immense portraits made in his family's likeness and depicting every noteworthy member of the Date (be they past captains or otherwise considered valuable additions to the band thanks to their accomplishments), with the current captain having been the most recent addition... until not long ago. Right next to Soma's portrait now lies a recently painted portrait of Seiroku in the very clothes he was gifted earlier, the portrait's gold frame subtly tied to Soma's own. ❛ Not bad, right? ❜ Soma utters, looking up towards the painting as though Seiroku's presence on that wall is a given. ❛ I'd say the royal painter got everything right this time around. ❜

But it isn't long before Soma decides to continue their walk after only giving Seiroku enough time to take the portrait in, and proceeds to bring them to a part of the castle which had generally hosted industrial buildings... only for there to no longer be any in sight in that corner of the band. Instead, as perhaps one of Soma's most daring endeavors yet, lies a large, man-made swimming pond implemented specifically for Seiroku's leisure. It had been a test of both Soma's patience and the Date's technology, but at last they have managed to create something similar to a smaller artificial lake within the flying castle's grounds, thus sparing Seiroku from either having to postpone his visits to bodies of water, or being forced to leave the castle each time he wished to be near one. ❛ What do you think? I figured it'd be easier for you to relax if we didn't have to be floating around bodies of water for you to be able to take a swim. No fish to pester you here either, unless you want to add some. ❜

Soma glances up towards the sky after a while, and after the novelty wears off he gently pulls Seiroku in the direction of the plateau where their yearly bushi festival takes place; with their presence signaling the start of a fireworks show taking to the sky, alongside the bustle of the band members' loud birthday wishes for Seiroku. Soma squeezes Seiroku's hand then, and it isn't long until the rest of the members let the birthday man in on the secret they all already know. Namely, Seiroku's birthday is no longer to be considered simply a birthday anymore, but it has been officially decreed as a festival for the Date to celebrate for the rest of their history as a band, which becomes evident in the amount of people gathering for the festivities instead of working; and in the stalls scattered throughout the area. And unlike during the last year cheer, the Date members have positioned themselves evenly on two sides of the road, with a path left in between them for Soma and Seiroku to tread on, which blatantly leads up to the entrance of a building mainly used for ceremonies, where those willing have placed their own gifts for Seiroku. Though they may vary from silk clothes, to medical equipment, to homemade meals and so forth thanks to the difference in everyone's respective assets, what is clear is that everyone who has contributed to the pile, has done so from the heart.

Slowly sleep uncurls its grasp on the slumbering doctor, though it's never a particularly quick process. Certainly not when Soma is still with him and the body heat has him yearning to melt into it and never move again. ( Well, till he inevitable got restless. ) He gives a half-awake hum in response. " Good morning. " He replies, voice soft and a bit slurred with the part of sleep that still clings on. He smiles at the kiss though, and a soft little laugh, sweet and delicate as a small stream leaves him when he feels Soma's forehead against his. He presses back just a fraction, just to show that he is paying attention, that he's aware and the gesture is reciprocated in kind.

He's safe, and he's loved, so he can indulge in this peace he's craved at the root of his soul for so long. Soma seems entranced and Seiroku lifts his hand, fingers gently brushing over his jawline. " You're so handsome. " He murmurs, and he's said it before but he'll never stop saying it. He's always entranced by the other. It makes his chest tighten to think he once thought he'd never get this ever again. Once he would have accepted a sword through his chest and called it love even then. What more can you give to someone than your dying moments, to greet death not with defeat or hatred but a bleeding heart full of love and wishing them nothing but the best? You are my ending, even in violence. But he gets this and it is so much BETTER than what he had once expected.

" I always sleep well when you're here. " Seiroku nuzzles against Soma, tucking his lithe frame against the much broader one to indulge in just a few seconds longer. He grins into their kiss, blue eyes bright and alert to signal he's truly awake. " Mmm...Nothing in particular. " Seiroku answers with a small shrug. Maybe something with the medical team later, enjoy the day off the team had insisted he'd take. Chima had seemed particularly insistent. It might not be anything as big as last year, but Seiroku didn't need that. Never asked or demanded anything. The fact Soma was lazing about with him some was a gift in of itself. Curiosity grows in his chest at Soma's words, intrigued and invested in whatever it might be. " Sure. I'd love to. " He agrees easily, and decides that is enough motivation to encourage him to get up and playfully tug Soma up with him. Mostly only achieved when the red soul goes along with it.

His hair is always the first thing he fixes, brushing out glossy locks and pulling it back into his signature ponytail. It's only then he reaches to go for his usual outfit and STOPS when he sees that there's something new there. Many new things, actually. His fingers linger over the fabric, eyes drifting over the accessories with a smile. The style similarities certainly aren't missed by him and he knows better than to think it was an accident. If it hadn't been for the timeline, he might have otherwise believed it to be an especially long plan. He doesn't really need all this, but he's learned gift-giving seems to be a major love language and he's not inclined to comment otherwise when such care and effort has been made for him.

" You spoil me. " Affection lays heavy in his voice as he smiles and turns to Soma, a gentle shade of pink painting his fair features. " Thank you for this. " He says, voice a soft musical note. He instantly recognizes what Soma is doing, the memory unfurling warm and sweet in his mind as he watches Soma do it again with the same look of awed wonderment. This is his. This isn't a dream. This is his. His eyes widen a fraction at the words; he knows they are true in the depths of his heart even without them being spoken aloud. But it is a joy to hear them every time, rich and sweet. He bows his head with an almost shy giggle as he stands up, up, up onto his tippy toes to properly kiss Soma again. " I love you too. Every piece of my soul. "

It takes a moment to part and get dressed - his hesitation lingering on all the accessories he has to choose from. One of the golden face veils is a given, a bracelet, a hair piece- but his eyes linger on the necklaces for a long time. His scars still linger, when it had bene silver not gold that rested there. A collar of obedience and control, inflicting pain for the stubbornness of another. A reminder that he was a dog on a leash. The scars itch at the thought. There is no demand he wear this - there's far too many accessories for him to even wear all at once. But he wants to do this. Maybe no one else will understand the meaning or weight of it, but Seiroku will. He's not forced to stay, this is his choice. What is love if not a wild animal willingly trusting another? He picks up the lightest looking necklace and hesitates a second before he puts it on... And the itching stops. His scars are soothed under the cool metal and it isn't heavy like silver. He barely feels it and it feels like one more arrow in his side that he's pulled out. He looks at the mirror one more time to ensure he's satisfied before he turns to Soma.

The extended hand is a surprise - one he gladly takes and laces their fingers together. He doesn't know what's changed, he doesn't mind. He's content to follow after Soma as they walk together till they stop alongside the portraits. He remembers the awe the first time he'd seen it all, and he's spent countless hours studying, memorizing, learning. The history of the clan was as important as the future ; something to be valued and respected. He doesn't expect to see his own face. The days of Seiroku having been someone important in the world had died the day the oni and demon metal had arrived. From the very top into the pit of despair. He stares at his portrait in open shock, every paint stroke perfect and flawless. He looks....beautiful. Of course Seiroku knows he's attractive, but that's different. This is beautiful in the way nature is, in something that is felt. And to think he's on the wall with everyone else that's so important. He wants to ask is this how you see me? but swallows instead. " Not bad? I think the painter deserves a little more credit. " He manages to find his voice with a smile. " It's gorgeous. " He should have known outfits and accessories would never be all from Soma. It's still overwhelming how much he is gifted, and everything no matter how small or big always earns the most genuine thanks - never taken for granted nor greed ever present.

He allows himself to be led again, wondering just what Soma has planned. It's not a part of the castle he recognizes as much. Familiar - but one he's only been to here and there. But the buildings are all gone. Seiroku gasps, the veil doing nothing to his his open-mouthed shock at the glittering light of the pool. " How- You- " Seiroku's rarely caught without a coherent remark, but every though and question stumbles over themselves into nothing particularly coherent. It doesn't matter. His happiness is OBVIOUS, when his bright blue eyes rival the very sun or the most perfect blue diamond. He squeezes Soma's hand with a breathless laugh of admiration and shock. He can't fathom how long this must have taken. He feels like a child again, giddy with joy. " What do I think? " He gives an incredulous noise. " That it's beautiful. And that I am going to be a lot easier to convince to relax and take proper breaks. " He adds with a genuine laugh - he's gotten BETTER but there's still times where he's stubborn. " That is true, it is much easier now. I can't believe you managed this - " He pauses only a fraction of a second before " - actually, i can believe it. " Because it's Soma. He hasn't stopped smiling and his cheeks hurt but it's perfect. No one else is around - so Seiroku tugs Soma down a bit closer to his level and gently lifts the face veil to press another kiss to Soma's lips. " Thank you. We're definitely coming here later. Or tomorrow. " It's a statement he intends to be cemented as fact. He smiles and affectionately bumps their noses together before turning back to soak in the awe of the water a little longer. The joy is still flowing in his veins but it settles, no longer a frantic rapid of emotion but a gentle current weaving through his chest.

Intrigue grows when he sees them heading for the plateau, and then he has his answer. The fireworks catch his eyes for the first few before he lowers his eyes again to greet the birthday congratulations that he answers with a smile. His throat feels tight with emotion and he can feel the tears at the corners of his eyes. Happiness lingers in the air so intense that he can practically taste it like a delicious sugary confection. Everyone had known. Everyone had remembered. There's so many stalls and so many people - and that's what he cares about most. It's not the gifts ( though he treasures them all ) , it's not the fireworks, it's not about it being his day. It's about having so many people around celebrating and enjoying each other's company. THAT'S what is most precious to Seiroku. His free hand lifts to delicately wipe away at the tears in his eyes ( and he spots the medical team with knowing grins on their faces that has him swallow back a laugh. ) " I didn't expect happy tears to be a yearly tradition too. " He whispers to Soma with a trembling laugh - but his voice is rich and warm and happy. It touches his heart to see the heartfelt gifts everyone has given him ; not because of what the gifts ARE so much as what they REPRESENT. Love, acceptance, a place where he finally, finally, belongs. He turns to everyone with a shout of thanks and a beaming smile, his chest so warm and full when everyone cheers that he'd almost fear it would explode. He turns his head just slightly as everything really picks up to try to hide the few more tears that escape, but his smile had never once faltered or faded. No, this is simply perfect.

#yeonban #an absolutely killer headache took me out #so sorry for the delay #BUT THIS WAS SO MUCH #SEIROKU IS IN SHOCK !! IN LOVE !!#every time he thinks he's gotten used to the love #nope but in the best way #its always so ;-; to me #he never EXPECTS anything despite their engagement #bc he doesn't NEED it #he's just happy to have that connection more than anything #the gifts are nice but is the act of the gesture and people #IM JUST !! THERE'S SO MUCH !!#seiroku is STILL in shock and stunned in the best way #soma he's so smitten with you #you really do spoil him absolutely rotten #᛭ — [IC] carcinoma being with a taste for death [SEIROKU INUKAWA]

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angelsleepinggurl · 8 months ago

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𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟐𝟐

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Day of the event. Big. Big. Day.

Nanami Corp is a company famously known and admired for their lush events that never fail to surpass expectations. Hosting events that attract mass attention from the media, attract potential business partners and place fear in competitors. Now you’re hosting one, for all to see. You’ve been trying to avoid thinking about how this event is a bigger deal than it may seem on the surface. Ever since you’ve arrived you’ve been unable to sit or stand still. Constantly fidgeting, pacing or tucking hair behind your ears. The weight of the pressure is taking a large toll on you. It doesn't help when other staff members are eyeing you judgingly as now you’ve resorted to muttering comforting affirmations to yourself.

Nanami had offered for staff members to arrive two hours early for a run-through and technical tests. There are groups of staff in small spaces in the hall. Photographers and Makeup artists, Waiters and Health and Safety Officers, all in place and working furiously to make sure this event is perfect, down to a T. They were the least of your worries, your actual crew from work were your main concern. Especially, Darios and Annalise who still haven’t arrived with half an hour to go till the launch begins.

Speak of the Devil.

Annalise makes her way over to you, her movements are jumpy, and Darios sauntering behind her with her bag slung over his shoulder. “Hi Y/N. You look great.” she exclaims, tightly wrapping her arms around your neck. “But if this is your outfit for the event then it’s not so great.” she states, looking you up and down and examining your attire.

“No this isn’t my dress for the event, I haven’t changed into it yet.” You explain to Annalise, who seems to be resting her head between your head and neck. “I’m still not changed because I’ve been waiting for you and Mr over there to arrive.” Darios grabs the tipsy girl and peels her off of your tense self. “When we tell you to arrive at 6 PM we mean 6 PM, usually this would be an issue but you guys won’t be doing much anyways so I’ll let you off.” You scold them with a stern look in your eyes, Annalise seems to stand up straighter at the harshness in your voice.

Darios speaks up, “Y/N, you don’t need to stress this much, you’ve put in so much hard work, I mean look at this place.” The room is grand and lavish which you specifically picked to impress even the most discerning guests. Tall, arched windows lined the walls, allowing the evening sun to cast a warm, golden glow over the room. Heavy snowy drapes, a deep, fawn gold, framed each window. The fabric shimmers under the light of crystal chandeliers that hang from the high, highly detailed ceiling. The floor is marble and gleams underneath the sparkling chandelier light, with cracks of royalty gold. Around the perimeter of the room are tall champagne towers and alcohol fountains. Roughly in the centre of the room, round tables draped in crisp, white linens were arranged with military precision, each with floral arrangements of white orchids and deep green ferns. The tech rehearsals are being hosted on the stage that has been set up at one end of the ballroom. A white podium stands at its centre, its surface polished to a mirror finish, ready to host the evening's speakers. Soft, ambient music flows from hidden speakers, a subtle yet sophisticated background to the murmured conversations of the staff. Each chair draped with pure white covers has a gift bag on top in pristine condition.

A sense of accomplishment washes over once you step back to see all the effort you’ve put in over the months, manifest to this. You smile thankfully at Dario's for taking your nerves away, to which he reciprocates. “Me and her will get out of your hair for now. Have a fun night.” Darios walks with his arms around Annalise as she lazily drags her feet along the ground.

“Hey.” A familiar cool voice says from behind you in your ear, startling you. “Oh I'm sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you. ” he says placing his large hands on your arms, using it as a method to stand in front of you. Nanami’s golden locks are sitting as perfectly as always, as they do every day, even more today. A breathless “Hey.” barely makes it past your lips. You're drawn unto him, soaking him in shamelessly. The jacket he’s wearing is adorned with sleek black buttons. The lapels are lined with a delicate trim of black satin. Something about the black silk tie that falls neatly against his chest, its sheen catching the light with each movement, it’s attractive. The trousers, are white and accompany the polished black leather shoes.

A furious wave of heat rushes to your face as you realise you’ve spent a good minute checking out your boss. You clear your throat and avert your gaze to the decorations in the hall. Failing to fight the urge to look at him once more, you do, and you come face to face with his smirk, the curl of his lip making him that much more devilishly handsome. You need air, and you need it now. Nanami looks around the room with a finalising glance, his Adam’s apple becoming prominent before his eyes land on you once more. “You have really outdone yourself Y/N.” His voice comes out thick and smooth, making you melt.

“Thank you, sir.” You say shyly looking at the ground and deciding to observe the space left between each other’s feet. His gaze is unwavering and demanding of yours as he’s still persistently looking at you. And you can feel it, this time you can really feel it. It’s not fake to a dream, and upon this realisation the air seems different around the two of you, thickening. It's like the music seems too slow when it’s just the two of you here, all else seems to pause. With what’s left of your diminishing boldness, you look up at him through your lashes, and there are those beautifully enchanting warm brown eyes.

The silence has been prolonged for too long. “I- um better get dressed.” You utter out, being unable to break for his eyes, being unable to take your eyes off his perfect face.

“Yeah.” he draws out the syllable of his word, looking you up and down. You've seen it again. You aren’t imagining it’s all really real. The butterflies in your stomach seem to be doing flips and your eyes sparkle. “You should get going.” With a nod, you start to walk away, not looking ahead but looking back he looks at you. It feels electric.

Soon, you manage to slip into a changing room and with a swift, practised motion, you step into your meticulously selected dress and heels. The room is silent, a box of tranquillity, but you fail to notice as you hum a happy little tune, reliving those moments with Nanami in your mind. The memory makes you so giddy you can’t stop smiling.

Standing before the mirror, you curl your hair in the most flattering way possible, each wave falling perfectly into place. The transformation is complete, and it’s time to rejoin the event. With one last satisfied glance, you take a deep breath and step out.

“Y/N?” you turn your head in the direction of the voice to meet a surprised Annalise. She nudges Darios who turns to look at you. “Y/N you look Incredible!” Annalise’s reaction causes you to giggle, she detaches herself from Darios and walks over to you. The dress is a masterpiece design in pure white silk. It clings to your form with a straight cut at the top. Sleeveless, it leaves her arms bare, the silk glistening softly in the dim light of the room. The hemline rests just above your knees. But it’s the back of the dress that is truly the star of the show. A large, luxurious silk bow sits at the base of her spine, an extravagant flourish. Your makeup was soft and daring, capturing the eyes of others.

“Thank you, Annalise, your dress is amazing too.” You tell her in the hug, the both of you swaying side to side. “I’m going to get a drink or two in me before we begin.” you tell the duo before heading over to the alcohol fountain. A couple of sips go down before you hear his voice again.

“Hey.” you start off, spinning on your heel to be faced with him, as suspected.

“How’d you know I was behind you?” he asks, amusement in his voice and in his returning smirk.

“Lucky guess.” you shrug before finishing the rest of your drink. You raise your brow at him once he doesn’t respond. “What did you want to say, you have to be up there in 2 minutes,” you ask him, placing your glass on a nearby waiter with a tray.

“Not much. Just that you look good.” Now you’re taken aback. For him to say something as such explicitly is what catches you off guard, and Nanami can see the effects he has on you clear as day, you haven’t tried to disguise your shock. “I’ll see you around Y/N.” with one final look at you he turns and walks over to the stage, leaving you hidden behind the champagne towers and emotional uproar.

“Good evening all. Thank you for making it here tonight. We welcome you to the launch of Nanami Corporation’s newest product.”

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startseeingstars · 2 months ago

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Collision Path - Mike 5lbs of Pressure

CH28 Mike’s POV 🎶 Death of an Executioner - Pierce the Veil 🎶

TW - violence, drugs

My stomach was a mess of nerves as I walked into the club. The buzz from the bump of coke I’d just had in the car was finally kicking in and I could feel myself getting more confident.

I nodded at the familiar bouncer, holding the brim of my hat. It was a Tuesday night. Maddi was working at the bar and she had no idea I was here.

I hated the idea of going behind her back, but we both wanted out of this place and this deal would make that happen.

Leff’s car keys jingled, burning a hole in my pocket as I walked. He’d murder me if he knew I’d stolen his car - but he would be none the wiser when I returned it later. I’d had a busy afternoon since Maddi left for work.

I’d gone back to Jamal, the dealer I’d met weeks ago with Leff. Luckily, the deal they had offered him was still up for grabs. I got the details of the guy cooking it and went straight to the warehouse as soon as I’d seen Leff get home. Dumb ass didn’t change the code to the warehouse door - but to be honest, I don’t think he’d ever suspect me doing something like this.

I sat down in a booth across from ER and two of his goons, while another stood guard nearby.

“Where’s Leff?” ER’s face was like stone, voice deep. His outfit looked more expensive than my collective wardrobe, gold rings decorating his chubby fingers.

“I got a proposition for you.” I swallowed, sniffling slightly as my nose continued to burn.

“Proposition? Shit. I talk direct to Leff.” He waved his hand dismissively.

“Uh, this ain’t Leff’s deal. It’s mine.” I said. He cocked an eyebrow and sat back slightly, but I couldn’t read his face.

“What’s the deal?”

“Kilo of pure, clean, white H. It’s a steal.” I assured him and he licked his lips.

“If it’s such a steal, how come Leff ain’t buying?”

“My mother, uh, Leff’s sister - she fucked up and OD’d on the shit. Leff won’t go near it.” I explained. Quiet for another moment.

“Take me to your man. I’ll deal directly.” He was trying to get me to pussy out, but I couldn’t. I needed this for Mads.

“Oh, you know I can’t do that. C’mon, you’ll make at least 100k. It’s pure, you can cut that shit up like crazy.” I chuckled a little, trying to persuade him as my gut churned anxiously. I should have eaten before this.

“How much?” He asked. I’d hooked him.

“It’s um… 40k.” I didn’t dare tell him it was actually 30k. That extra 10k was for me and Mads.

“You’re getting played.” He shook his head slightly and I clenched my fist under the table.

“No, it’s for real.” I reassured him and he sighed.

“Alright. Bring it to me and I’ll hit you with the cash.” He challenged and I licked my painfully dry lips.

“No, I-I need the money up front. I don’t have it to just lay out like that.” I watched his face, but he kept whatever he was hiding hidden.

“You’re here making a loan, then. Not a deal.” It wasn’t a question.

“C’mon, man. You know me.” I laughed a little, feeling the nerves bubbling up more now.

“I know shit. You want a loan, then it’s the same as everybody else. This ain’t a charity, mother fucker.” He pointed his index finger to the table as he spoke and I swallowed.

“Alright - uh, then give me the loan and I’ll come back tomorrow night to settle up.” This wasn’t how I wanted shit to go, but I could still get the money - still get the fuck out of here with Maddi.

“What’re you putting up for collateral?” He asked, unenthusiastically.

I pulled the car keys out my pocket and placed them on the table, taking my hand back quickly to avoid them seeing how shaky I was.

“I got Leff’s car right out front.” ER smirked as goon number one swiped the keys off the table.

I checked the address on my phone and looked up at the dingy building. This was the place.

The stack of cash in my jacket pocket was heavy, but not as heavy as the lead in my stomach. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little in over my head.

A guy stood at the doorstep of the building as I approached.

“What’s up?” He asked, avoiding looking at me.

“Ray?” That was the name I’d be told to ask for. He nodded, still avoiding my eyes.

“Y-you got my stuff?” I asked, nervously.

“Alright, let’s have it.” My chest tightened.

“Where’s - where’s my stuff?” He didn’t have anything on him - and no jacket to hide it in either.

“Money first.” He demanded. I shook my head - immediately remembering the first thing Leff had taught me.

“No, no way, man.” Please don’t fuck with me, I thought.

“Fuck off then.” He turned to leave and my heart began pounding.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” I knew how desperate I sounded, but I couldn’t care. He finally looked at me, expectantly.

“How long is it gonna take?” I asked.

“I’ll be right back.” I dug into my pocket and handed him the heavy envelope.

“A-alright. Hurry.” I said as he walked inside. My gut was going crazy and I cursed. Why can’t these fuckers just be straight forward? We all want something.

My mind wandered to Maddi. I hoped she’d never find out I was doing this. I was just gonna tell her Leff gave me some money that my Mom had left me in her will… not that she had one. Or money, for that matter.

I panicked when the asshole didn’t come back. My heart didn’t stop racing for what felt like hours. I’d smashed all the buttons at the door, begging for someone to let me in so I could find that fucker and get my money back, at least until someone had threatened to call the cops.

I contemplated telling Maddi what I’d done, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew how scared and disappointed she would be. This was my fuck up, not hers.

I’d made my way back to the club, making sure to snort the last bit of coke I’d had to ease my nerves somewhat. It would be fine. ER and Leff were tight - I would be okay.

I was feeling pretty sure about that until ER sat across from me, right where we had sat hours earlier.

“I ran into a little trouble.” I admitted sheepishly, placing the 10k I’d put aside for Maddi and I on the table.

“H-here’s ten grand back. I just need a little time to get the rest together. I’ll start paying it off right away.” I finally met his gaze. To my surprise, he looked amused.

“You got it, kid.” I felt a small release of tension in my muscles and let out a relieved chuckle.

“R-really?”

“Sure, take your time.”He nodded, offering a small smile.

“Oh-oh, man, thank you. You, uh, you think I could get the car back?” I asked, half expecting him to say no. He burst into laughter, as did the goons. I laughed along with him, shaking my head. Of course, not. It was collateral.

ER stood and snapped his fingers.

“Bring this piece of shit out.”

I was ripped from the booth and my heart began pounding harder than I’d ever felt it before. They dragged me outside and threw me into the brick wall before pinning me against it roughly. ER pulled something from his jacket pocket. The knife flashed silver under the dim lighting of the alley.

“Wait, wait, wait -“

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melit0n · 1 year ago

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I read ur tags about the new ST masks and honestly, I agree, it's very different (very Slipknot and gore-ish) and right now, the discography and overall vibe doesn't match(like a handful of songs have a true metal quality to it) and unless they're gonna start releasing new stuff the vibes kind of...clash? And so far Vessel is the same, so I'm wondering if the others just wanted to stand out more and were given creative freedom or if everything is going to shift at some point :/ I also think its a bit been there done that (but the simpler black and gold mask I like) the others remind me of the Joker or a Shrunken Head

Thank you for the ask anon! To be honest, I saw 'I read it tags about the new ST mask...' and I panicked thinking I was about to get left-right-goodnighted in an ask, but I'm glad it wasn't so, lol.

Further, I'm glad someone agrees with me. I said what I said in my tags on twt and within the hour I had 20+ people in my replies quote tweeting me saying how I 'wasn't a proper fan for not liking the change', how I 'should leave and stop listening if I was going to be negative', and (my personal favourite because it was so absurd) 'you're so one of the people that found them through TikTok. Good to have a cleanse of the fandom if you were only here because you have a mask kink'.

Even had someone tell me to off myself! Which was, y'know, lovely. I don't have any screenshots because I was just sat there trying to figure out how to reply to them, then saw the one that told me to off myself and just had a little overwhelmed cry and deleted the tweet, in which I then got tagged in a now deleted tweet calling me a pussy. You are so loved my ass.

I deleted it because it made me feel really shit about myself (for obvious reasons), but it made me feel more shit when I woke up the next day seeing people say the same things I did (like hoping it was only a Wembly thing, but considering the amount of detail and effort that's been put into those outfits and masks, I think not), and getting nothing but acceptance and neutrality in the replies. I'm not particularly popular on twt since people are fond of copy and pasting my post about Euclid, not giving credits, blocking me when I ask them to, and when their mutuals see that I'm blocked by them they just have at me for no reason, but I think it says a lot about a fandom if they can go from getting everyone to hold up a three for iii at the concerts out of pure adoration to telling someone to off themselves because they don't like the new designs. (sorry for the rant about twt anon)

I'll repeat what I said in my tags; they feel very out of place to me. Again, maybe it's just the fact I'm used to the balaclavas since I've been around here for a while, so all I've really known is Vessel's custom mask and the collective of balaclavas, but they just don't match. They stick out more than Vessel does, both design and colour pallet wise. Vessel is in full black with white accents and a white, red and gold mask, the Esperas are in full black with white accents and a red mask. And then the guys are there, y'know? Don't get me wrong, the amount of detail and effort that's been put into the designs are amazing, and they definitely have to have given each member creative freedom because each mask and design matches the lad's vibe immaculately (especially iii's), but it doesn't match Sleep Token's vibe as a collective. I like IV's design best because his matches his stage presence and ST's vibe (as you said, the simpler gold and black mask), as well as ii's (minus the hair).

I think maybe the hair on ii's and iii's masks in general are throwing me off lol.

Furthermore, Sleep Token's only full on trad metal songs are Gods from Sundowning and Vore from TMBTE, so I got really surprised when I was basically looking at Slipknot masks curated for Sleep Token. ST are known to genre bend constantly, so maybe we will get new stuff. But, considering they've had the same vibe in their music since 2016, I'd be a bit surprised if their new single/new album was just all trad metal, or at least has a lot of aspects of it, but who knows! Maybe change for them is inevitable.

I think it's well known on this blog that the passing of time and change in literally anything is my mortal enemy so seeing this kind of randomly happen gave me whiplash. I don't think I can love the new designs as much as I loved the old balaclavas, but that doesn't mean I don't like Sleep Token anymore, y'know? All I can really do is apologise for having a non super positive opinion and hope people don't hound me on here for it (which, so far, they haven't, and I appreciate you very much for being really chill about this anon). Give me a week and I'll probably be on the boat of liking them and making analysis posts on all the little details, lol

#thank you to anybody who reads my rant #I'm hoping Tumblr treats me a bit better than Twitter but we'll see #if this post randomly disappears just know it's probably because I got met with mass negativity (again)#I'm fine with people having opinions (obviously) and therefore not liking mine but having at me because of it doesn't sit right with me #thank you for the ask anon!#appreciate it #anon asks #mel's asks #mel's rambles #sleep token #st #iv sleep token #iii sleep token #ii sleep token

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baldwinivmybeloved · 5 months ago

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(মন্দ)⠀Charper VI , Jerusalem ⸺ Allishah x Baldwin IV

The king and the rose

The dawn broke in soft shades of pink and gold, bathing Jerusalem Castle in an ethereal light that promised a day of splendor. The bustle of preparations filled the air, with servants and artisans working diligently to transform the great hall into a haven of opulence. Garlands of white and lilac flowers hung from the arches and ceilings, filling the air with a sweet perfume that evoked the promise of new life.

The tables were covered with crimson velvet tablecloths, adorned with gold candelabras and floral arrangements that glowed in the glow of the candles. The soft music of harps and flutes filled the air, creating an atmosphere of serenity and celebration. In the center of the room, a white marble altar, decorated with intricate carvings and lit candles, waited to witness the union of two souls.

Allishah, dressed in a delicate blue silk dress that enhanced her youthful beauty, walked around the room with a mixture of awe and nostalgia. Her heart was pounding as she took in every detail, knowing that the moment her mother had waited for so long had finally arrived. He approached Silvia, who was being prepared in an adjacent room.

Silvia, radiant in her ivory lace bridal dress, looked at her daughter with eyes full of love and pride. Her dark hair, tied up in an elaborate bun adorned with small pearls, shone in the candlelight. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the last details of her outfit.

“Allishah, my dear daughter,” Silvia said in a soft voice, taking her daughter's hands in hers. “Today is a day of new beginnings, not only for me, but also for us. I want you to always remember to be brave and follow your heart, no matter what fate has in store for us.”

Allishah, with tears in her eyes, nodded. “Mom, I promise you I will be strong. “I am so happy for you and what is to come.”

When the doors to the great hall opened, a wave of excitement ran through the guests. Silvia, with her dress that seemed to float above the floor, walked down the aisle accompanied by Allishah. The murmurs of admiration and warm smiles from those present created an atmosphere of pure happiness.

Reynald waited at the end of the hallway, his hardened face softening at the sight of his future wife. Dressed in ceremonial armor and a red cape, he stood out as a noble warrior, ready to protect and love. Upon reaching the altar, he took Silvia's hands and looked into her eyes with an intensity that promised eternal devotion.

The priest, dressed in gold and white robes, began the ceremony with a resonant voice that filled the hall. “Today we gather to unite Silvia and Reynald in holy matrimony, in a pact of love and loyalty before God and these witnesses.”

Allishah, standing next to her mother, watched every moment with a mixture of admiration and melancholy. The vows exchanged resonated in his heart, reminding him of the strength of love and the hope for a better future.

“Silvia,” Reynald said, his voice deep and solemn, “I promise to love you, respect you, and protect you every day of my life. “You are my strength and my inspiration.”

Silvia, with tears of joy, responded, “Reynald, I accept your love and I promise to be faithful, support you and walk by your side in all the trials and triumphs that life brings us.”

Inés and Sibylla, sitting in places of honor, watched with eyes full of emotion and pride. Baldwin, although present only briefly due to his failing health, smiled approvingly, his eyes shining with a mixture of wisdom and tenderness.

Finally, the priest raised his hands in blessing. “May the love of God guide you and protect you always. I declare that you are now husband and wife.”

The room erupted in applause and cheers, and Reynald bowed his head to gently kiss Silvia, sealing their union before everyone's eyes. Allishah, watching with a bright smile, felt a mix of hope and determination. He knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one that promised to be full of challenges, but also love and strength.

The afternoon sun filtered through the castle's tall windows, bathing the courtyard in a warm golden light. The sound of horses' hooves and the bustle of servants preparing to leave filled the air. Reynald and Silvia, now united in marriage, were preparing to leave for Kerak, their new home.

Silvia, in her ivory traveling dress, adjusted the last details of her outfit while chatting with some of the servants. His face, although serene, showed a mixture of excitement and apprehension at the separation that was about to occur. Reynald, always the imposing warrior, supervised the preparation of his horse, his face hard but with a slight softness that only Silvia could provoke.

Allishah, wearing a simple but elegant dress, stood to the side, watching every movement. His heart was pounding, and his thoughts swirled in a mixture of sadness and anxiety. The idea of staying in Jerusalem without her mother filled her with uncertainty, although she knew it was the best for both of them.

Silvia approached her daughter, her eyes full of love and concern. He took Allishah's hands in his and looked at her tenderly. “Allishah, my dear, I promise you that everything will be okay. I trust that you will know how to take care of yourself and make the best decisions. Jerusalem is a safe place and you will be surrounded by people who love you.”

Allishah, feeling tears gathering in her eyes, nodded bravely. “Mom, I promise you I will be strong. I will miss you every day, but I know this is the best for you and Reynald.”

Silvia smiled and hugged her daughter tightly, transmitting all her love and security. “And I will miss you, my little one. But remember that I will always be with you, in your heart and in your thoughts.”

Reynald, observing the scene with a slight smile, approached both women. “Allishah, I will take care of your mother and Kerak. And you take care of Jerusalem and yourself. I am sure you will do wonderful things here.”

Allishah nodded again, trying to maintain her composure. “Thank you, Reynald. I wish you the best in your new home.”

With a final farewell glance, Silvia and Reynald mounted their horses and headed towards the castle gate. The guards lifted the heavy gate, and the couple advanced slowly, surrounded by a small retinue of knights and servants. Allishah watched from the courtyard, her heart heavy with the impending separation.

Sadness filled Allishah's eyes as she watched her mother walk away. I felt a mixture of desolation and determination. She knew she had to be strong and brave, just like her mother had taught her. As the horses rode away, a light breeze lifted her hair, taking her fears with it and whispering promises of a bright, hopeful future.

Allishah stood there, watching until the last gleams of the knights' armor disappeared in the distance. He felt a lump in his throat, but also a spark of resolve. She knew she had a role to play in Jerusalem, and that her mother trusted her. With one last look toward the horizon, she turned around and walked back to the castle, determined to face her destiny with courage and grace.

The echo of the hooves of Silvia and Reynald's horses faded into the distance, leaving a heavy silence in the Jerusalem castle. Allishah, with her gaze still lost on the horizon, felt a soft hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Ines, Baldwin and Sibylla's mother, looking at her with a warmth that only a mother could have.

Inés, a woman with an elegant bearing and eyes full of wisdom, smiled tenderly at him. "Allishah, dear, you are not alone. Come with us." Beside Agnes, Sibylla, with her serene beauty and caring nature, nodded, inviting her to enter the castle.

As they walked through the wide hallways adorned with tapestries and sculptures, Allishah couldn't help but feel a little lost, like a child in a world that was too big and complex. Inés and Sibylla, sensing her concern, made sure to keep her close, wrapping her in a bubble of warmth and security.

In a cozy room, with a crackling fireplace and comfortable seats, Ines sat next to Allishah, taking her hands in hers. "Dear child, we know that this change is difficult for you. But I want you to know that this castle is now your home as much as it is for us. You will be well taken care of here."

Sibylla joined them, gently stroking Allishah's hair. "We are very excited to have you with us, Allishah. Your presence brings a special light to this place. We promise that we will do everything we can to make you feel happy and comfortable."

Allishah, with tears in her eyes, looked at the two women with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thank you, Inés. Thank you, Sibylla. I don't know what I would do without you. I'm... scared and alone, and I miss my mother. But you make me feel safe."

Inés hugged her firmly, as only a mother can do, filling the void left by Silvia. "My dear, we all feel scared and lonely sometimes. But here, we support each other. You are part of our family now."

Sibylla, with a comforting smile, added, "And we will always be here for you, Allishah. This castle is full of life and adventure. We will find many ways to keep ourselves busy and happy."

Allishah, with her childish and playful spirit, began to relax and smile. "Really? Will I be able to explore and discover new things here?"

Inés and Sibylla laughed softly, pleased to see her joy. "Of course, little one. There is much to discover in this castle, and we will be with you every step of the way," Ines said.

"And don't worry about the fun," Sibylla added. "We have many stories to tell and adventures to live. We are excited to share them with you."

Allishah, feeling lighter and encouraged, hugged both women tightly. "Thank you, really. I'll do my best to be good company and learn from you. I'm looking forward to this new adventure!"

Inés and Sibylla exchanged a look full of love and satisfaction. They knew that although the road ahead would be challenging, they had the strength and love to face any obstacle together. And with Allishah by their side, they knew the future would be brighter and full of hope.

The morning sun filtered its golden rays through the stained glass windows of the castle's great library, creating a mosaic of light and shadow on the stone floor. Allishah, with her innate curiosity, walked through the hallways, exploring every corner with the same excitement as a child discovering a new toy. It was then that his eyes landed on a familiar figure, leaning over a table full of books.

There was Baldwin, the leper king, surrounded by ancient volumes and scrolls. Despite his illness, his majestic bearing and dignity remained intact. Allishah watched him for a moment, marveling at his dedication to books and knowledge.

“Your Majesty,” he said with a playful smile as he approached, “it seems that books are your most faithful companions.”

Baldwin looked up, his eyes shining behind the mask that hid his face. “Allishah, good to see you. Books have been my most constant friends, it's true. Here I find comfort and wisdom.”

Allishah sat next to him, so close that their knees touched. “I've always liked stories, you know. Long, complicated stories are for very smart people,” he said with a mischievous laugh. “But the stories... those are magical.”

Baldwin smiled under his mask. “Do you know any special stories that you like?”

“There in France, they told me some stories. But I'd love to hear one from you. Could you tell me one, Baldwin?” Her words were a sweet whisper, filled with innocent flirtation.

Baldwin nodded, touched by her enthusiasm. “Sure, Allishah. Let me find a suitable story.”

Allishah gushed like a child, leaning on Baldwin's shoulder, her eyes fixed on him in admiration. While searching for the right book, she couldn't help but notice the mask that covered his face, imagining the stories that were hidden behind it.

Finally, Baldwin found an old tome and began to read in a soft, melodious voice, filling the library with the magic of his words. Allishah listened attentively, her eyes shining with excitement, each word a note in a lullaby that enveloped her.

The story was of princesses and dragons, of brave knights and enchanted kingdoms. As Baldwin's voice narrated, Allishah sank into a sweet sleep, her breathing soft and calm. At the end of the story, Baldwin closed the book and looked at the young woman, now asleep next to him, a tender smile curling his lips under the mask.

Careful not to wake her, Baldwin settled himself better, allowing Allishah to rest against him. At that time, the library seemed a haven of peace in the midst of a turbulent world, and Baldwin, the leprosy-scarred king, found solace in the company of the innocent and charming Allishah.

Allishah was still asleep, leaning against Baldwin, her breathing calm and even. Baldwin watched her silently, his mind filling with thoughts as he admired her angelic face.

Allishah's long, curled eyelashes moved slightly with each breath. Baldwin thought of the vitality and youth that the young woman radiated. It was as if everything he touched was filled with life and light.

"She's so young and full of life," thought Baldwin. "Her laugh, her energy... it's all I'm missing. How can someone be so pure and bright in such a dark world?"

Allishah's pink lips, like a freshly unbuttoned flower, fascinated him. "His words are like soft petals," Baldwin mused. "Each phrase of his is a caress for the soul, a reminder of the beauty that still exists in the world."

Allishah's silver hair, so similar to that of angels, fell in soft waterfalls around her face. Baldwin ran his fingers lightly through a strand, marveling at its softness. "That innocence, that purity... it reminds me of what I once was. Before the leprosy, before everything changed."

Baldwin looked at his own hands, one of them so marked by the disease. "What right do I have to be around someone so perfect?" he wondered. "My life is marked by pain and struggle. And yet, here she is, trusting me, showing me that there is still hope."

Baldwin's mind was filled with memories of his childhood, of days when he had also been full of life and dreams. "Every day I spend with her, I feel a spark of who I once was. Her presence gives me strength, reminds me that even in the midst of darkness, there is light."

Finally, Baldwin felt an unexpected peace. "Maybe, just maybe, her light can illuminate even my darkened soul. And even though I know I don't deserve her affection, I can't help but want to protect her, care for her. Because in her I see the possibility of redemption, of finding a purpose beyond my illness. "

With those thoughts in his mind, Baldwin let the young woman continue to rest against him, knowing that, although their time together might be brief, each moment was a treasure that he would cherish forever.

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