#then they started overheating in the middle of the vows.

[oetter]

just threw the worst wedding in sims 4 history i think

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 29 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I have a problem, alright? In the words of the greatest poet to ever live, Mr. Kanye West - “I’m tired. You’re Tired. Jesus wept.” Also not sure if there are any typos left or not so if there are just pretend they don’t exist ok byeeeeee.

Warnings: Smut ahead. Kind of. 

Word Count: ~3K

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23 , Chapter 24, Chapter 25 , Chapter 26, Chapter 27 , Chapter 28

“Do we write our own vows?” Ben asked and handed Rory her plastic spoon. “Like, is that a thing we can do?”

“I think so, yeah.” Annie covered her mouth, speaking while she chewed. She swallowed and made funny faces at Rory. “Can you believe she’s 10 months old?”

“Can you believe we’re getting married next week?” Ben countered.

“No,” Annie confessed. “Not really.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Yeah?” Annie leaned forward, intrigued.

“I know you said you don’t want a big wedding -”

“Not this again.”

“- but what if we do something small scale? After we get legally married. Just a big party for friends and family.”

“Ben…”

“Look, I humoured you long enough. I’ve basically let you walk all over me. I need something, Annie.” Ben dropped his fork with a clatter. “You’re not alone in this relationship.”

“Why are you so obsessed with this?” Annie dropped her fork too. “Why is it so important for you?”

“Because it just is.” Ben glared at her. “This isn’t Shitstorm Annie’s exclusive one-woman show, you know.”

“Call me a shitstorm again. Go on.”

“Shitstorm.”

“You know what?” Annie pushed her chair back. “I’m done.”

“The hell you are. Sit down.” Ben said calmly.

“Excuse me?” Annie scoffed.

“We’re having dinner with our daughter. Sit. Down.” Ben bounced his knee impatiently. “Grow up, will you?”

“How dare you -”

“If you mention me being away in the States again, Annabelle, so help me God, there will be no wedding. At all. Secret or not.” Ben’s jaw jutted forward slightly as he clenched it. “I’m so bloody sick of you holding it against me.”

Annie sat back down, doe-eyed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Ben so riled up.

“Now, listen very carefully, because I’m only going to say this once.” Ben wiped Rory’s chin with her bib. “You got what you wanted. On your terms. Now, it’s my turn.”

“Do you honestly think it’s fair to invite your family to our wedding, when mine won’t be there?” Annie quipped.

“They could be if you invited them.” Ben shrugged. “It’s totally up to you.”

“You are my family, you bellend.” Annie closed her fists. “It’s like talking to a bloody rock.”

“You’re such a control freak, Annabelle.” Ben groaned. “Let it go. For once in your life.”

###

Annie looked in the mirror as she tried on an ivory colored dress. She scrutinized her reflection, nit-picking every little flaw and imperfection she could possibly find.

“Annie you’ve been glaring at yourself for fifteen minutes now.” Jamie held his head in his hands. “Please. You look beautiful. I want to leave.”

“No. This isn’t right. The hem is too long.”

“The hem is perfect.” Jamie sighed. “The neckline is perfect. The waist is perfect. Everything is bloody perfect! You look like a bloody angel.” Jamie stood up and walked over to where Annie stood. “You’re a spawn of the devil, but you look like an angel.”

“Do you think he’ll like it?” Annie looked up at her friend, wide-eyed and childlike.

“I know he will. How could he not?”

Annie fidgeted with the hem of her dress. It went up to just over her knees. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, nodding to herself.

“Alright. Let’s get out of here, then.”

“Thank God!”

###

Ben spent most of his days home alone, working on writing his vows. He bit his nails as he stared at the piece of paper in front of him. His brain seemed to have forgotten how to use words properly, and went completely blank. With the wedding ceremony fast approaching, Ben could feel his entire body tense up from the stress.

They’ve planned the entire day out. Rory will be in daycare. Brian and Roger will meet Ben at the chapel he and Annie picked and triple-checked that is authorised by the Register Office. Jamie will drive Annie from set and bring her there. Once the ceremony is over and done with, they’ll pick Rory up and go have dinner at a restaurant, all three of them.

They even made reservations.

Roger gifted them two of his cymbal rings as a wedding present. Brian said his present will be a surprise. Jamie has done above and beyond to help Annabelle make this wedding happen on her terms, she couldn’t even imagine him giving anything more. In her words, ‘he risked his own bloody marriage for us, that’s more than enough.’

Ben picked up the pen and started drumming a beat on the edge of the table. When nothing came to him even still, he did the only thing he could think of. He started drinking.

###

“Ben?” Annie called from the front door, holding Rory in her arms. “Are you home?”

“Yeah!” Ben’s deep voice carried from the kitchen. “Juss’ doin’ stuff.”

Annie followed his voice and found him sitting in his underwear, in the midst of empty beer bottles, a half finished bottle of whiskey and a sea of balled up papers around him. His hair stuck out in every possible direction.

“What the hell?” she managed to force out through a smile and put Rory down on the floor.

“Well, I -” Ben burped, “oof, sorry. I’m writing the vows!”

“You’re sloshed.”

“I needed to relax, alright?” Ben took another sip of his whiskey. “Get the juices flowing.”

“Ben, where are your pants?”

“I got overheated.”

“What happened to your shirt?”

“I think I’m allergic to it.” Ben shrugged. “Shoo, Annie! You’re interrupting!”

He didn’t even notice the bag she was carrying, he was so keen on finishing the task at hand. With the tip of his tongue poking out through the corner of his mouth, Ben furiously scribbled across the page.

###

“That settles it.” Clara wiped her fingers on her napkin, finishing her lunch. “Your boyfriend is allergic to all clothes.”

“Ha, ha.” Annie rolled her eyes playfully. “He looked like a child doing his homework.”

“Aw, cute!” Mike chimed in. “What was he writing?”

“Oh.” Annie froze, trying to come up with an explanation for Ben’s drunken, naked writing session the previous night. “I think he’s writing a story.”

“A story?” Clara raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Kept telling me to shoo and that I’m interrupting.” Annie hoped her voice didn’t give anything away. “Probably a Clannie story.”

Clara snorted and doubled over laughing.

###

“Ben!” Annie shouted as she entered the house. “I’m here!”

He texted her in the middle of the day that she needs to come home because he is having a serious condition that needs tending to. Ben hardly ever got sick, and when he did - he turned into the biggest, neediest baby. Annie made use of her acting skills and convinced the production team that she’s incredibly ill and could use the rest of the day off to rest.

“Come here!” Ben called from the bedroom. Annie climbed up the stairs in a rush to find Ben standing at the foot of the bed. He looked relieved to see her. “Come here for a second.”

“What’s going on?” Annie looked him up and down, trying to see what was amiss. He seemed fine. Clothes on. Great spirits. “Ben, did you call me home because you got lonely?”

“Lonely?” Ben scoffed. “This goes beyond loneliness.”

“What?”

“Just…” Ben grunted uncomfortably.

“Ben what the hell are you doing?”

“This is serious, okay?” he started to undo his belt and popped the button on his jeans open, pulling the fly down.

“For the love of God -”

“Look at this. Look at it!” Ben stood, his jeans pooled around his ankles, arms outstretched to the sides. He pointed with both hands at his crotch. “Look at how hard I am.”

“I’ll pick up a medal on the way home.” Annie rolled her eyes and turned around.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” Ben stated. “This?” he palmed his boxers. “This is just because I was thinking of you. Not even in a sexual way. You popped into my head and there it is!”

“Ben, you had me seriously worried that something might be wrong and -” Annie gasped. “Will you stop playing with yourself?!”

“Only if you’ll play with me instead.” Ben stepped out of his jeans and approached her. “Do you have any idea how much I need you right now?”

“Ben, I lied to everyone to get home as fast as I could and I come home to this?” Annie stepped back. “What is the matter with you?”

“I love you. I want you.” Ben started counting off answers. “I’m throbbing just thinking about you, going about your day.” He swooped forward and grabbed her, pushing his hips forward. “Feel it.”

“Have you gone completely mad?” Annie laughed as he pushed his cock against her tummy. “Ben!”

“We’re getting married. This time, tomorrow.” Ben wrapped his fingers around the column of Annie’s neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And I am so turned on by the mere thought of having you for myself. Forever.”

“You’re a lunatic.”

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Ben observed.

“Are you high?”

“No.”

“Drunk?”

“Nope.”

“Just utterly insane, then?”

“Yes.”

###

“Nervous?” Brian wiggled his eyebrows at Ben.

“Not really. Just… anxious to see her.” Ben bit his bottom lip and shifted his weight from foot to foot.

The door to the chapel opened and Jamie walked in, holding it open for Annie. As if she was an actual dream, she appeared in the doorway, the light from outside casting a soft halo around her. A flower-crown weaved in her long hair, she looked like a porcelain doll in her Ivory dress. Ben’s breath caught in his chest at the sight of her.

Jamie offered his arm, and Annie held onto it, allowing him to lead her to the altar where Ben was standing with the registrar. She felt wobbly on her feet, and she wasn’t sure if the situation made her so unsteady or whether it was Roger and Brian’s presence there.

“Wait, wait!” Brian said and turned around to grab his Red Special. “Carry on now.”

To the sound of Brian’s guitar playing the Wedding March, Annie walked down the aisle towards her future husband. They both smiled so bright, it was almost blinding. As soon as she reached Ben, she grabbed his hand and held onto it for dear life. The registrar spoke, but neither Annie nor Ben listened. They just looked at each other in pure adoration.

“Hey, space cadets!” Roger snapped them out of their stupur. “Vows?”

“Oh, yeah.” Ben chuckled sheepishly and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Annie. You ran into my life screaming Silly Gwilly and turned my whole world upside down. At a wedding, oddly enough. Never in my wildest dreams did I even think I’d be standing here right now, at this very moment. All it took was one kiss and I knew that you will be mine, no matter what. God knows you didn’t go down without a fight, kicking and screaming.”

 Annie chuckled. 

“It’s what I love about you most. You’re red-blooded. Fierce. You go after what you want, no matter the consequences. And yet, you listen. You learn. You help me learn, as well.” 

Ben smiled as he looked down at the paper and folded it back. 

“Today, I vow to love you and protect you, fiercely and forever, with every fiber of my being. Even when you’re irritating me beyond belief. No matter how far away I am, I will always love you and come home to you.”

“Well, then.” Annie let out a shaky chuckle as Ben stuffed the paper back in his slacks pocket. 

Her hands shook as she reached for her piece of paper. 

“I’m going to start this off by saying this: Ben Jones, you are the most infuriating man I have ever met. I love you for it. You let me be myself, but you put me in my place when I get out of hand. You’re my voice of reason and sensibility. My shelter.” 

Ben bit his bottom lip and smiled like a fool. 

“You took every notion I had of relationships and companionship and tossed it out the bloody window, reframing my entire mind. Because of you, I let myself leave my comfort zone and I ended up doing things I never thought I’d do. Childbirth was a big one of them. You gave me Rory and Franks, and you showed me what love is supposed to do.” 

Annie gulped and took a deep breath.

“You’ve stayed with me through thick and thin, even when I did my best to push you away. You are my soldier. My angel. My worst nightmare, at times. I will kill and die for you. I’ll be there for you through rain and sunshine and the end of the bloody world, for that matter. I love you, fiercely and forever.”

Ben and Annie exchanged rings and went through the motions of the ceremony, signing the wedding register obediently.

Thus, they were pronounced husband and wife.

###

Ben entered the dimly-lit bedroom quietly, smiling at Annie. She the covers pulled up to her chin, a playful glint in her eyes. Rory was sound asleep, and they were married.

“What’re you hiding over there?” Ben asked as he approached the bed. “You’re up to something. You’ve got the look.”

“See for yourself.” Annie shrugged.

Ben lifted the covers and took a long look at Annie’s naked body, her skin pale against the dark sheets. His eyes scanned her slowly, from her toes all the way up to the top of her head.

“Come and perform your husbandly duty?” Annie teased him. “Let’s consummate this bitch.”

They both cracked up laughing as Ben took off his boxers and rolled into bed next to Annie.

“Is it strange that it feels like the very first time again?” Annie whispered.

“Not at all,” Ben cleared his throat, and leaned in, his lips just brushing Annie’s. “I’m even more nervous now, actually.”

“Yeah?” Annie smiled and felt her body melt into Ben’s touch as he nodded and run his fingers through her hair. “Maybe it’s -”

Ben cut Annie off with a lingering kiss to her lips. Pulling apart, a blush rose on their cheeks as their heartbeats picked up. They’ve done this over a million times now, but never as husband and wife.

Annie caressed Ben’s jaw, looking up at him in awe. He smiled and kissed her lips again, pressing soft, lingering kisses to her lips. They weren’t usually this tender with each other, but this time was different. They couldn’t explain how so, they just felt that it was. They had forever, now. No need to rush.

Ben rolled himself on top of Annie, leaning his weight on his forearms. Their kiss deepend, changing from soft and sweet to feverish and needy. As Annie spread her legs wider, Ben slipped inside of her, pressing his forehead to the pillow, right next to Annie’s head. A whole flock of butterflies unleashed themselves as he moaned in her ear, bottoming out.

They stayed still, physically connected. Annie ran her hands up and down Ben’s back, her hips rolling slightly. Giving Ben a physical hint - she needs movement. Friction. Ben pulled himself almost all the way out and slammed himself back in. Annie’s soft moans were music to his ears.

###

“Good morning, Mrs. Jones.” Ben’s raspy voice woke her up the next morning.

“Time’s it?” Annie mumbled into the pillow.

“The sun is just coming up. Was about to go have a piss but then I saw you.” Ben snuggled closer to her. “Bodily functions can wait.”

“Mmm.” Annie moaned softly, still sleepy.

“Fiercely and forever.” Ben whispered as she drifted back off.

“Fiercely and forever.”

###

“Mum. Dada.”

Ben and Annie froze in their tracks as they went about making breakfast and getting Rory ready for the day.

“Did she just -” Ben pointed at his daughter.

“Dada. Mum!”

Annie looked at Ben, frowning.

“Mum mum! Dada!” Rory cooed and chattered, clapping to herself.

“Yes, baby?” Ben spoke. Rory turned her head and flashed him a somewhat toothy smile.

“Dada!”

“Oh my God!” Annie gasped. “Did she just say her first words?”

“I think she did!”

“Oh, my clever Aurora!” Annie picked her up from her highchair and cuddled her. “Such a smart girl!”

###

“You still want your little ‘party’?” Annie asked Ben about two weeks later. “For the family and friends.” She clarified when Ben looked at her as if she spoke in tongues.

“Yeah. Yes.” Ben nodded.

“If we do that…” Annie started.

“We’ll do it right. Plan ahead, at least six months. Make it perfect.” Ben smiled. “Are you sure?”

“You deserve it.” Annie shrugged.

“You will be the death of me, Annabelle Lee-Jones.” Ben sighed and walked over to Annie, squeezing her in a hug.

Annie’s stomach flipped and turned, making her sick. Third day in a row.

“Again?” Ben called after her as she bolted for the loo. “Maybe you should see a doctor?”

###

“Come again?” Annie looked at Dr. McCarthy, her mouth open in shock. She thought she misheard. She was sure there has to be some mistake. “I’m what, now?”

“Pregnant. With child.” Dr. McCarthy kept her face and voice even. “You have a bun in the oven, love.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Facts are facts, dear.” Dr. McCarthy pursed her lips. “The IUD is effective, but not 100%. 99.2%, actually. Seems like you’re the goddess of fertility and your partner has some almighty sperm because nothing can stop you two from making babies, it seems.”

“Are you serious?” Annie’s hands started shaking. “This can actually happen?”

“Rarely, but yes.”

“Huh.” Annie huffed with a frown. “That explains a lot, actually.”

“Yeah.”

“So, do we just keep it in there? Let the spawn play with it while it grows?” Annie grimaced.

“Well, no.” Dr. McCarthy said, slipping on her latex gloves. “The thing’s coming out. Now.”

“Oh boy.”

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[queen-of-the-vampires]

everyone knows

characters: klaus mikaelson x reader, rebekah mikaelson

word count: 1,292

warnings: fluff, implied smut

summary: hiding your relationship with klaus is a lot harder than it seems.

beta: she wants to remain anonymous

squares filled: singing in the shower

author’s note: this is for my own fluff bingo and if you have any requests, please send them in!

feedback the glue that holds my writing together

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Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany’s and bottles of bubbles Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines Buy myself all of my favorite things

Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch Who woulda thought it’d turn me to a savage? Rather be tied up with calls and not strings Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah

The song came naturally to you as you took a shower that morning. Ariana Grande just happened to be your favorite artist, so it was obvious that her song would come to your head. Singing in the shower is something you liked to do often. If music wasn’t playing from your speakers, then it was coming out of your mouth. People have told you countless times that your voice was good, but you were always insecure about it. The only person who made you feel comfortable in your own skin was Klaus Mikaelson.

He was everything you wanted in a man, and you made that perfectly clear when you were accepted into his family. You were the new vampire in town, and he took pity on you when he saw some of the older ones picking on you. He let you into his home, and you became fast friends with everyone there. Right off the bat, you two flirted with one another because the physical attraction was definitely there.

At first, your relationship was purely physical. Every night you would find yourself in his bed as he would make the stress and worry dissolve. Nothing else mattered when the two of you were together. After a while, you had grown feelings for the man. They started forming when he and his brothers would leave town for weeks at a time, and you found yourself wishing for more than the night with him. He made you laugh, comfortable, and free. You could be who you were around him, and that is when you realized this relationship was more than just physical.

You brought up your feelings to him first, and he could not have been more relieved to hear it. He had been harboring the same kind of feelings for you but was scared you would reject him like literally, everyone else did. It seemed that the two of you would thrive when you were alone, so you opted out of telling the rest of the team about the two of you even if you knew they might have an inkling about you two. Things were going well, and you didn’t want someone from the family knowing.

Your home life felt much safer, and you felt more content with yourself once you and Klaus confessed your feelings. So, it wasn’t unusual to be in his shower since you practically lived in his room now. To everyone else, you went to bed in your room, but you snuck into his before sneaking out in the morning. There were downsides to hiding your relationship, such as not being able to kiss him whenever you wanted to and having to sneak in and out of his room, but you made it work.

Klaus was up before you were, and he decided to make some breakfast before bringing it to his room. He expected you to still be in bed, but when he heard your beautiful voice come from the bathroom, an idea sprung to mind. Setting down the tray on the bed, he walked into the bathroom before closing the door. The fog on the shower walls made it almost impossible to see who was in the bathroom with you, but you could sense someone out there.

“Is anyone there?” you called out in the middle of the song.

“It’s just me, relax,” Klaus said as he began undressing. Your shoulders slumped in relief as you continued with your shower.

“You were gone long enough. You manage not to burn the kitchen down?” you joked.

“I think you’re confusing me with yourself,” he retorted back, opening the shower door when he was naked. The new presence in the compacted shower gave you chills despite the water being hot. His hands found your hips at the same time, his lips found your neck. Being with Klaus meant there was a lot of sexual experience that still needed to be discovered, but after one try at shower sex, you vowed never to do it again. The last and only time it happened, you two almost fell and broke your arm, which would be hard to explain to your friends why yours and Klaus’ arms were broken at the same time. So, he knew not to engage in sexual activity in the shower, but that doesn’t mean you two still couldn’t get a little preview of what was to come later.

Turning around in his arms, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you placed your lips against his.

“I thought you already took a shower,” you muttered against his lips.

“I’m not here for a shower,” he whispered as his hands roamed your body. Grinning, you let him back you to the wall before kissing him with extreme passion. The water somehow made this event even hotter, and you reached behind you to turn the temperature down before your body started overheating.

Klaus licked your lower lip in question of access to your mouth which you granted. His tongue tangled with yours in a fight of dominance. He seemed to give up, and he trailed his lips down your neck before latching onto the spot he knew would drive you crazy.

“Klaus,” you moaned softly. Before he could get this to go any further, there was a knock on the door, and one of your friends walked into the bathroom.

“Hey, Y/N, did you see Nik anywhere?” Rebekah asked.

“Why would I see Klaus?” you asked as you slapped a hand over his mouth.

“You’re in his shower in his room.”

“Yeah, mine was broken. No hot water. What’s up?”

“There is someone in the French Quarter asking about one of his paintings, so I showed them one of his other ones, and they were interested in buying it for a really good price. If it were up to me, I’d get the most amount of money possible, but it’s not my painting,” he explained. Looking at Klaus in the eyes, he nodded to the unspoken question you asked.

“I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. Just go ahead and take care of it yourself. I don’t think Klaus would mind.”

“Okay, thanks, Y/N,” she said as she grasped the door handle. “Oh, and if you wanted to hide my brother, you wouldn’t have picked a shower to do it. I can see his ass through the glass wall and hear his breathing.”

“Shit,” you muttered as Rebekah left the bathroom. “Wait here,” you said to Klaus before leaving the shower. Wrapping the towel around your body, you didn’t even dry your hair or skin before you raced after her. Water spilled all over the floor as you caught up to her, an embarrassed smile on your face.

“Hey, please don’t mention this to anyone else. We really haven’t told anyone about us yet. It’s been good with just the two of us. Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Honey, the whole house knows. We’re all vampires, and you two aren’t exactly quiet,” she grinned.

“You guys all know?”

“Yes. Who cares? Just be happy with him,” she winked as she left your side. She did have a point, and everyone already knew but nothing bad happened, so you thought nothing of it. Racing back to your boyfriend, you vowed to finish what he started before he was allowed to go anywhere.

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[suburbantimewaster]

Here’s the first illustration I received for a fanfic, this one being Mind Games set in the universe of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and the origin of Candy Marino and Chris Patel, who can also be found in Return of the Greek Gods.  Unfortunately, I didn’t get the references right for Marino the first time but I did get them right for everyone else.  Anyway, this is drawn by s2ka from Deviantart.

Marino gave all of her attention to Shere Khan, feeling the vibration of his purrs.  All it took was one sneeze for him to get off.  She still had time before her next shift to make one call, even if it was one she dreaded.  Marino took a sip from her flask, enjoying the bubbly substance going down her throat, then finally entered her room on the right with another fan set up in the middle.  She set her personal computer on the desk and opened it.

"Computer, connect to T’Mara on Vulcan, Priority One connection, authorization Marino-Alpha-6359-Rose," Marino ordered, taking a seat.

It wasn't long until a caramel face female Vulcan with her raven hair tied in a long braid appeared on Marino's screen.

"Ensign Marino, I was expecting your call," T'Mara said, noticing the flask in Marino's hand with a disapproving gaze.

"Don't worry, it's just synthehol," Marino explained as she put it on her desk.

"Acceptable," T'Mara said with a nod.  "I suppose you have just finished making yourself at home on Deep Space Nine."

"Actually, I haven't even started," Marino admitted with a wave of her hand.  "I got caught up reading this manuscript left by the previous owner."

"What was the content of this manuscript?" T'Mara asked with clear intrigue.

"It was about looking into the mind of a Cardassian who loved torturing any Bajoran he could get his hands on," Marino explained with a smile and tone equivalent to a five-year-old girl who just tried on her first princess dress.  "Rebels, collaborators, civilians, you name it." Marino's smile faded and her tone grew more condescending.  "Though it does talk a bit too much about Cardassian superiority over other species.  Other than that, it was like reading something written by Ramsay Snow.  Only thing missing was the sigil of a flayed man."

"Considering the character of Ramsay Snow, I would imagine that Roose Bolton would be more likely to write such a tale," T'Mara told her.

"No, Roose Bolton wouldn't be stupid enough to flay a collaborator.  Remember what he told Ramsay?" Marino recalled and then adopted a serious stance.  "'If you acquire a reputation as a mad dog, you'll be treated as a mad dog.  Taken out back and slaughtered for pig feed.'"

"Logical," T'Mara acknowledged in a voice only a tiny bit away from being complete monotone.  "Speaking of Game of Thrones, when we last talked, you described being assigned to Deep Space Nine as 'being sent to The Wall without having to take a vow of celibacy and no Jon Snow to make it bearable.'  I am pleased to see that your opinion has changed."

"I'll say one thing," Marino said with a confident smile.  "You never would've found anything like that manuscript on the Prometheus."  Then she pointed to a suitcase with isolinear chips, one of them containing Game of Thrones.  "Plus, I made sure to bring that gorgeous bastard with me."

"Ah yes, your last posting," T'Mara acknowledged, completely ignoring Marino's last remark.  "I remember you compared the Prometheus to serving on a dollhouse in outer space."

"With everyone all sunshine and roses, you always knew who was good and who was bad and everyone went around talking about how we're so superior and have found the right way," Marino said, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

"To which you believe that there's no such thing as 'the right way,'" T'Mara said, raising her eyebrow at the last part.

"And anyone who believes that is deluding themselves," Marino said with a scoff.  "This is turning into less of a check up and more of a counseling session."

"Considering the nature of these 'check-ups,' a counseling session is inevitable," T'Mara informed Marino.  "Or are you forgetting about the incident that nearly resulted in your expulsion from Starfleet?"

"Trust me, I haven't forgotten," Marino said, taking a sip from her flask.  "It's the whole reason I got assigned to this shit bowl."

"From what you've told me, I can logically assume that the assignment is a good fit for you," T'Mara told her positively.

"Great, then the conversation's over," Marino said, about to cut the connection until T'Mara raised her hand.

"Unfortunately, you and I still have some issues to discuss," T'Mara told Marino in as harsh of a tone a Vulcan could muster.  "For instance, were there any temptations when you arrived on the station?"

"Just one," Marino said distastefully.  "When I walked into the station, I smelled booze.  I'm talking the smell of stardrifters, kanar, blood wine, Saurian brandy, and something that smelled like a citrusy wine.  Even if the smell of dust and grime mostly covered it up.  Not to mention the heat."

"Does the heat curb your cravings for alcohol?" T'Mara asked in a helpful manner.

"You'd think, but no," Marino said sardonically, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.  "Don't get me wrong, thanks to living on Vulcan for a few months, I've gotten used to three-digit degree weather.  It's Shere Khan who truly suffered."  Marino's voice filled with distress as she remembered her kitten's meows and his attempts to bathe himself with his tongue repeatedly.  "I had to set up fans all around my quarters to keep the poor little guy from overheating!"

"Considering Cardassian physiology and the average temperate of their home planet, this does not surprise me," T'Mara informed Marino.

"Then I hope Cardassian animals don't have fur, because that would be pure torture," Marino remarked bitterly.  "But we both know I didn't call you to talk about Shere Khan's suffering."

"Yes, I can sense that you are troubled by far more than your feline's suffering," T'Mara told her.  "Care to tell me what that would be?"

"I had a little run in with a blast from my past," Marino told her.

"I didn't think anyone from the Prometheus would be assigned to Deep Space Nine," T'Mara stated with confusion.

"Actually, this one isn't from the Prometheus," Marino informed her.  "He goes much further back."

* * *

Patel unpacked everything and then set his computer on the desk, seeing a message from the one member of his family he could count on.  It only took a few seconds for the face of a jet black haired young woman with a toffee complexion to appear on his screen.

"Hey, Chris," she said with a smile.  "By the time you view this, you're probably settling down in your new posting.  You know, the rundown Cardassian station you were dreading.  Well, I kind of envy you right now.  I'm still interning on Andoria," Cathy said, pouring herself a drink.  "Which makes New Jersey winters look like Gujarat."

Patel looked at the alcohol with a disapproving glance.

"I know, you don't like your baby sister drinking," Cathy said, rolling her eyes.  "But cut me some slack, I'm living on a giant ice cube."

Patel drew back with a jolt.  It was scary how well Cathy knew him.

"All right, the internship's not all bad.  I got to watch Redbats nesting in a cave!" Cathy said excitedly, putting her hands on her chest.  "Though one of them freaked out and nearly crawled through my brain."

Patel found himself peering at the top of Cathy's head, at least as much as he could see, for signs of scratches.

"Thankfully, Areliv helped me get it out," Cathy said with a dreamy smile.  "He even offered to take me out to dinner."

And Cathy's got a new boyfriend, Patel thought with both pride and worry.  Though I don't think Mom and Dad will like their daughter dating an Andorian.

"I know what you're thinking and Areliv is not my boyfriend!" Cathy insisted, though her bright red face told another story.  "He's just a friend!  A very handsome and charming friend!"  She laughed.  "All right, I'm kind of hoping that it will turn into something more." Cathy smiled brightly.  "Who knows?  Maybe Areliv and I can double date with you and Ian."

Patel's face fell.

"Anyway, I've got to go.  I'm meeting my boss in a few minutes," Cathy told him.  "Try to make the best of your assignment and, remember, our summers on Gujarat prepared you for Cardassian heat, even if it made Andorian cold almost intolerable."

Cathy closed the connection, leaving Patel staring at a black screen.

* * *

"His name's Chris Patel," Marino answered.

"Ah, yes," T'Mara said with a nod of her head.  "The childhood friend who you separated from in high school."

"We both fell into different crowds," Marino explained bitterly.  "He belonged to the hotshot squad and I belonged to the social outcasts."

"I recall you saying this during your time at the monastery," T'Mara noted.  "However, I do not recall you ever telling me that Chris did anything to personally attack you."

"Oh, he didn't," Marino stated, hoping she wouldn't have to clarify.

"Then I fail to see the problem," T'Mara said, shrugging her eyebrows.

"The problem is that I'm trying to make a new life for myself and I don't need some childhood friend telling everyone about the 'sweet little girl' I used to be," Marino said crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.

"Again, I fail to see how a childhood friend would cause you personal strife at your new duty position," T'Mara told her.

It was at that moment Shere Khan chose to jump on the desk.

"Is that the transient feline you found outside the monastary?" T'Mara asked, her brown eyes following Shere Khan.  "The one you retrieved the fans for?"

"You mean the one who was abandoned on Vulcan?" Marino said, her eyes narrowing as she remembered seeing him panting on the hot desert of her former retreat.  "He didn't really have anyone else who could take him in."

"So, you chose to make him your pet," T'Mara recalled.

"What was I supposed to do?" Marino said defensively as she took Shere Khan off of her desk and held him in her arms.  "Help the poor kitty and then abandon him to the shelter?"

"You always did have a compassion for animals," T'Mara told her, raising an eyebrow.  "People are another matter."

"Yeah, animals rock, people suck," Marino said, setting Shere Khan down on the floor, meowing loudly as he rubbed against Marino's legs.  "Sorry, wittle boy, but your mama's in the middle of something."

T'Mara raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I'm one of those nutsos who treats their pets like their children," Marino said, folding her arms.  "Can we get back to the matter at hand?"

T'Mara raised her right eyebrow.

"Perhaps Mr. Patel will not divulge sensitive information without your approval," T'Mara told her helpfully.

"You might be right about that," Marino conceded hesitantly.  "But he might get defensive when people insult me."  She recalled his apology before contacting T'Mara.  "Plus, Chris would still have questions that I really don't want to answer."

And one of them will be answered when the CMO arrives with my medical file, Marino thought sardonically.  That'll be fun.

"I'm sure if Mr. Patel respects your privacy, then he will not force you to share information that you are uncomfortable divulging," T'Mara told her reassuringly.

"You've got a point there," Marino agreed with a reluctant nod.

"Is that all that concerns you?" T'Mara asked.

"Actually, there's one more thing..." Marino asked hesitantly, holding up her right index finger.

"Ensign Marino, Vulcans do not 'change their mind.'  You are still not permitted to imbibe any alcohol," T'Mara told her firmly.

"Wow, am I really that predictable?" Marino asked, her eyes widening.

"Yes." T'Mara answered in her usual matter of fact tone.

She has me there, she thought. When she spoke again, her voice was a little more relaxed.  "Though, you have to admit, it's going to be hard for me to 'curb my cravings' when I'm assigned to a place that smells like booze."

"Your argument is illogical since the synthehol and blitz should curb your cravings," T'Mara told her sympathetically.  "Additionally, consider the manuscript you found.  It may be logical to conclude that Deep Space Nine could give you the mental stimulation the Prometheus could not."

"Yeah, but even Deep Space Nine can't keep my brain entertained all the time," Marino concluded with her arms crossed and her head tilted to the side.  "So I might need a little pick-me-up on those slow days."

"As your sponsor, I must advise against that," T'Mara told her firmly.

"Fongool," Marino said angrily, putting her arms to her side.  "Chat with you more, but I need to unpack."

"Very well," T'Mara said with a nod.  "Remember to contact me if you feel any urges."

"Sure thing," Marino said as T'Mara held up her right hand in the traditional Vulcan greeting.

"Live long and prosper," T'Mara told her.

"I can try for the latter, but I'm not making any promises about the former," Marino told her honestly.

"Ensign Marino..." T'Mara told her in a slight warning tone.

"All right," Marino said, putting her hand up in the Vulcan salute.  "Peace and long life, Counselor."

Marino cut off the connection and looked around her quarters.  It seemed pretty standard with a desk, the typical Cardassian mattress, her bags near the door and silhouettes of paintings owned by their former occupier.  Like everyone else on the station, he left in a hurry.  She unzipped one of her bags and pulled out a few isolinear chips that contained recordings of all of her favorite songs, some of them having their own playlists.  She used her personal console and installed them all in her quarters, instructing the computer to play one at random.

"Journey," Marino exclaimed with a bright smile as the music started playing.  "Awesome!"  Emptying the contents from the rest of her luggage, she lazily threw them in the correct places in her quarters, singing along to "Don't Stop Believing," relishing in the antiquated style.

* * *

Patel turned on the connection, ready to record his outgoing message.

"Hey, Cathy," he greeted.  "Really liked hearing your message and glad to hear you're doing well, in spite of the freezing cold.  Though I might have to check this Areliv out to see if he's good enough for my sister."  He smiled to let Cathy know that he wasn't serious.  Well, not entirely.  "Things on Deep Space Nine aren't too bad and trust me when I say the heat's the least of my worries."

The doctor's smile disappeared.  "The whole place looks like a shipwrecked ghost town and knowing the history of this station doesn't help.  Let me put it this way, Candy found a manuscript of the Gul who used to live here and, by the way she talked about him, things didn't sound pleasant."  Patel's smile returned, imagining the look on Cathy's face.  "Yeah, you heard that right, Candy's my roommate.  Though, she's a little different from how we remember.  As for how, let's just say that she finally got that backbone you always said she needed to grow."

Patel's face fell.  "Also, there's something I need to tell you.  Ian and I broke up.  I know you liked him and you're sad to see him go, but it's better this way.  Our careers were taking us in different directions and we both felt that it would be better to, in archaic terms, rip the band aid off rather than leave it on until it naturally falls.  Anyway, I have to go.  Plenty of unpacking to do and I need to get the Infirmary set up for when the CMO arrives."

He closed the connection and unzipped one of his bags.  He meticulously placed everything where they belonged and realized he could hear Marino's music from across his quarters.  He had to admit that the ensign had a beautiful singing voice, but he had a hunch that he'd be listening to it way more often than he wanted to.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      * * *

[characteroulette]

and then I also did that ENTIRE questionnaire for Aglaé because he is the Game Kid I knew the least about.

Enjoy.

1. What is your OC’s favorite color?

  > Aglaé is fond of pinks. Pretty much every sweater or vest he's gotten is pink.

2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

  > BOOKS -- no, okay, Aglaé likes to collect pressed flowers, he has a special book for them.

3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to?

  > Good question. I never really think about allergies.

4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

  > Suit jackets, sweater vests, sweaters, and suit pants. Formal or casual formal clothes always. The more professional he looks, the less likely it is other people will randomly come over to talk to him.

5. What is your OC’s first memory?

  > The very first memory Aglaé can still recall is of his older sister laying beside him in bed, "reading" to him. He doesn't remember what the book was or what she was saying, but it's a very important memory to him.

6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

  > Aglaé likes bears and dogs and horses, but can't call any single one of them his favourite. He really doesn't like disobedient wolves who should just chill out god.

7. What element would your OC be?

  > If I had to pick, Aglaé would probably be either water or wood. He's the go with the flow type, but also incredibly stubborn once he gets going.

8. What is your OC’s theme song?

  > He's caged like an animal, eaten like a cannibal, but refuses to let the human in...

9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC?

  > Here's a weird faceclaim I thought of: Goro Akechi from P5. Personality-wise and looks-wise, I think it fits Aglaé quite well. Maybe even voice-wise... but I dunno I'm not very good at this stuff.

10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

  > Probably envy. He may be the target of envy, but he's also insanely jealous of others that are better and more accepted for showcasing their true colours and faces. (He may have accepted the beast, but that doesn't mean others have.)

11. What are your OC’s hobbies?

  > Aglaé will read all day all night he'll read through the goddamn apocalypse he'll read even after he's dead you cannot come between this boy and his books.

12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

  > Aglaé, outwardly, is the most patient person you'll ever meet. (Mostly because he's ignoring you while he's reading.) However, there are certain moments where his beast shows through and he'll get irritated enough to snap at you. He's good at keeping that beneath his beautiful mask, at least.

13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?

  > Aglaé is a male, homosexual, French human being.

(alt. He's beauty and he's grace, he'll rip right through your face..)

14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

  > Aglaé likes very rich people foods, like escargot and caviar. However, his most favourite food is steak, medium rare. The more bloody, the better, actually. His least favourite foods tend to be sweets or light, airy desserts with little substance to them.

15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?

  > Probably a bear. Because it could kill him at any moment, but it's a giant lumbering beast of beauty and he can relate to that.

16. What does your OC smell like?

  > Roses. He always smells like roses. (what the fuck do roses smell like someone with a nose that works please tell me)

17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?

  > Aglaé is in school currently, a second year at the Boarding School. He's always sort of dreamed of being a librarian or the owner of a small book shop.

18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

  > Aglaé has a fear losing his ability to read in peace or at all. He's the weakest when it comes to socialisation skills (in that he can socialise, he just never feels the need to) while his strength lies in pure knowledge and language skills.

19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?

  > Aglaé, as much as it is cliched, really likes classical compositions to listen to while he reads. Also good are arias in Latin, more Eastern sounding compositions, and video game soundtracks. That being said, his favourite song would probably be some good old Nordic metal. His sister is really into metal and got him into it, too.

20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

  > Nothing's that different, except for maybe a ton of new books to read, so Aglaé would just pour countless hours into reading every new book (or even slightly altered book) he could get his hands on.

21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

  > He thinks reading is an acceptable substitute for social interaction. Also he's rude as fuck in the most polite way possible if you try to talk to him and he doesn't know you. Pet peeve would definitely be someone trying to talk to him while he's trying to read.

22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

  > Aglaé is that kid who shows up to every class but looks like he's never listening (since he's busy reading some book that's not the class text) and somehow gets better grades than you on every. Single. Test. You know the one.

23. What is a random fact about your OC?

  > Aglaé is actually very shy and a huge momma's boy (on top of that sister complex).

24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

  > He doesn't have all the time in the world, so he may as well spend it doing what he loves, your opinions be damned. Life is all a popularity contest, after all, and as long as you can coast somewhere in the middle, then you're allowed some leniency in ignoring people to read.

25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?

  > Wildly, Aglaé was gonna be a girl at first, because Beauty and the Beast. But then I decided no, I wanted a male Beauty and female Beast and then made them siblings because I didn't want their romance plot. And now Aglaé and his sister are a combination of both Beauty and Beast who have to learn throughout the course of the story that their dual natures are acceptable and okay.

26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

  > His sister!! And his mom and dad but mostly his sister, Gaëlle, who is the light of his life and whom he'll always put his book down to pay attention to and talk to (that is a straight up lie but he will always prioritise listening to her over reading). The least important to him who still leaves an impact would either be Petel (for beast envy reasons) or Dante (for plot reasons).

27. What kind of childhood did your character have?

  > Aglaé grew up with his sister able to speak for him and inform others of exactly what he wanted, so he didn't talk very much even as a baby. His sister would attempt to read to him when they went to bed (whenever their mother was too busy working to do it herself) and got Aglaé fascinated in books. When Gaëlle started going to school, Aglaé would hole himself up in his room and cry from loneliness because he was a very dramatic child, but then Aglaé started going to school and shut himself up inside himself to cope. He got teased for being so pretty (and then teased about his sister coming in to save him) and Aglaé vowed never to cry or show weakness in front of anyone outside of his family ever again.

  And then his view on the world was skewed so irreparably that he fostered a beast inside who would gladly watch the world burn over the pages of his books.

28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

  > Aglaé will rub the corner of the page of his book if he's really into the story and nervous about where it's going. (Or, if he's still listening to the conversation going on around him and agitated about that.) If he doesn't have a book on hand, somehow, Aglaé will rub his thumb against his canines when he gets nervous. (Does reading count as an addiction?)

29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?

  > "Here lies the most well-read beast that ever lived. Good job ruining that, assholes." (Sorry, I can't serious with these.)

30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

  > Aglaé hasn't really thought about who he'd marry, just about what his ceremony would be like. Obviously, he'd have his mother walk him down the aisle (as his father would no doubt be too weepy to function) while his sister would be his best man. It would be held outside with trees and rose petals everywhere and he'd wear a blue tux with a pink tie and he'll look fabulous and holy shit Aglaé you weren't kidding when you said you had this all planned out.

31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?

  > The most traumatic thing for Aglaé would probably be the first nightmare he had about the beast living inside of him. From then on, if he was having a bad dream, he'd wake up overheated with all the covers thrown off. His favourite memories usually involve his sister, but he has one in particular of his mother and father singing him to sleep when he was being fussy that he holds near to his heart.

32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

  > Initially, Aglaé would request all the time and space in the world to read his books. But, after giving it some more thought, he'd instead want his sister and family's happiness.

33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why?

  > If you hurt his sister, Aglaé will personally hunt you down and kill you. No remorse, either. You had it coming for managing to hurt his very capable and strong sister. Other than that, Aglaé wouldn't bother attempting to kill someone because life is the best equaliser of all pettiness.

34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

  > Aglaé will only go to social gatherings if forced. When there, he sits or stands in the corner and reads his books without looking up once. Unless his sister is there, then they both stand in the corner (or she wanders and he follows her mostly).

35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

  > Aglaé has a pretty good imagination, but prefers to be engrossed in a book rather than daydreaming. If you can get him going about his favourite books, however, then he'll talk too fast for his mind to keep up and start skipping words and you'll see he gets invested in the stories he likes.

36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

  > Aglaé just wants to be left out of this mess, mostly. He needs a better outlet for the beast roaring inside him, sometimes living in peace with that thing just doesn't do it. In the end, Aglaé is willing to sacrifice his habitual keeping himself on the outside as he realises he's invested in these people and cares for them enough to want to help.

37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?

  > I guess normal people don't read as obsessively as Aglaé does...? It's hard to say, Aglaé is probably the most normal of the kids.

38. What would your character do with a million dollars?

  > Give it all to his parents. They deserve it.

39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?

  > The family refrigerator holds leftovers from last night's dinner (of seafood mornay pie), a half-full bottle of grape juice that Gaëlle started and Aglaé is planning on finishing (he traded her the rest of his breath mints for this), and other foods kept in the fridge like milk, eggs, butter. His floor is mostly clean, save a few books that were overspilled from his nightstand, which is brimming with books and has just enough space for his alarm clock. There are a few pastry packaging wrappers in his trashcan from last night's reading adventure.

40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

  > Aglaé would prefer not to, but Nat and Gaëlle forced him I guess. He wears his normal formal-casual wear and hangs out with Damon, Nicu, Charon, Diane, Jonathan (how the hell did they convince him to go, too??), and Vektoria at the school dance I guess? He mostly stands in the corner reading while watching Gaëlle dance with Charon, Diane, and Vektoria. But Jonathan is there to make snarky comments with and Damon stands by him once or twice to make some conversation and Nicu and Nat go over to check up on him frequently enough, so he guesses it wasn't that bad.

41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?

  > Aglaé tends to grin when he's angry. Y'know, like a really furious but still trying to be polite grin. He'll start speaking up, his words openly hostile and his tone even and calm. If you can draw the beast out of him, that's when you'll need to run.

42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from?

  > Aglaé has what look to be claw marks that go down his chest. He won't explain where he got them from. Hm.

43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?

  > I dunno, does calling Petel an unrefined and untrained wolf count?

44. How does your character react to / accept criticism?

  > On the inside, he'll be calling you a moron if it was unwarranted or if he thinks it has no basis. If it's critique on something he actually feel he needs to improve on, he'll listen attentively and take mental notes in order to use later. (Of course, whether or not he uses this critique to exacerbate the issue waits to be seen..)

45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?

  > Aglaé would probably be pretty okay with pineapple on pizza. It's not the best, but he can eat it. (Gaëlle, on the other hand...)

46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

  > Aglaé, being Aglaé, would definitely research into that shit and then put the doll up on display in his room on a shelf. Because why not be a weirdo with that stuff.

47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?

  > Aglaé has doodled before (on those rare occasions where the teacher confiscates his books in class) and he's not terrible, but not as good as Dante is. He liked doodling how the beast inside of him looked and called it his friend, so that teacher never took his book away from him again.

48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

  > Aglaé's parents are attentive, well-meaning, but fairly busy with work. His mother, whenever she managed to make the time for it, would read to him and his sister before bed. His father was always there to bandage any scrapes or cuts that Aglaé and his sister got while they were playing in the yard (or with Damon and Nicu). I'm.. not sure how that shows through on Aglaé, but. /shrugs

49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?

  > Aglaé isn't the fondest of sweets, but does like mints and gum. He's never experienced a sugar rush, really, but he has had a caffeine rush (and subsequently crashed from that) because Damon introduced him to soda (and then his father let him try coffee). Aglaé, when caffeined up, gets really twitchy and can read about three times faster than his normal speed, so he flies through books that way. The crash is terrible, though, so he only resorts to caffeine reading if he absolutely has to.

50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

  > Aglaé would definitely try to avoid it somehow, trying to find a cure or trying to charm his way out of this scenario. When that wouldn't work, he'd probably break down crying and beg to at the very least see his sister again before he died.