He didn't so much hear Armand come in as he felt Armand come in. Like a moment of nullity moving through the room, a presence that was not a presence. A ghost.
“Daniel...” Armand sat down on the bed, his weight depressing the mattress lightly.
“No...go away.” Daniel tried to turn away but he was sweating and shivering, too cold, too hot.
“It's all right, Daniel. I'm here.” Armand shifted, bringing his legs up and lying down beside Daniel, moving into Daniel's arms. “I'm here.”
“You feel good.” Daniel pressed his cheek against Armand's cool forehead, sighing. He wrapped his arms tight around Armand and it was as though he could feel the heat melt away from him, soaking into Armand.
“My poor Daniel.” Armand stroked Daniel's pale hair. Daniel had only the faintest roughness of stubble clinging to his jaw, and his mussed hair had been cut and clipped in a slick modern style that suited him. Even his ruined clothes were new. That man had taken good care of him.
Daniel shifted, so he could move closer to Armand, so he could press his entire body against Armand. The fever was burning up inside Daniel, and Armand felt the twinge of that old fear, the fear of sickness and the death it brought. So often over the years he had seen Daniel shrug off coughs and chills that it had made him wonder at the strength of these modern mortals.
Death. His fingers brushed through Daniel's hair and Daniel sighed, turning so Armand's hand moved against his cheek. Just hiding under the skin, just beyond the bones. He wondered if he pressed his ear to Daniel's chest, if he could hear the little cells inside of him slowly dying, bursting and floating away.
“I won't let you.” Armand kissed his eyelids, speaking so softly that it was more for his own sake than Daniel's. “Not right now.” And he made that little cut on his throat and guided Daniel to to it. Daniel's dry lips moved against him, at first sluggish, but then he caught the taste of it and his mouth moved hungry.
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Sister Yasmine Amunet was an absolute pleasure.
Every time she was on the screen was perfect, often hilarious and so eager. She felt like a real person wanting to do her duty while also knowing what was right and what was wrong - and willing to throw herself behind her convictions, too! - while not always knowing what to do, either! She wasn't a consummate fighter, but threw herself into being a Sister Warrior anyway, no matter how scared she was. And, it was so important to me that she would also admit that she was scared! Out loud, more than once, with a trembling voice. And, no one made fun of her for it!
Sister Yasmine was a great addition to the Warrior Nun team, and I definitely hope we see more of her.
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I drew a feeling instead of a story for the first time in a long time.
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vacation update: i am. intensely sunburnt on my upper arms, my shoulders, and my back lmao
because i wasn’t, like, directly sunbathing today, i didn’t really think it was a big deal if i didn’t put any sunscreen on. i was in and out of shops a lot as well
i was wrong. wear your sunscreen, kids. my arms hurt lol (not really, they’re just very hot and a little prickly. still wear sunscreen tho)
the cashier at a winery i went to thought i was cute tho, so at least i got one win today
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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 333
Adjective: Mystical
Noun: Ripple
Definitions for those who need/want them:
Mystical: relating to mystics or religious mysticism; spiritually allegorical or symbolic, or transcending human understanding; relating to ancient religious mysteries or other occult or esoteric rites; of hidden or esoteric meaning; inspiring a sense of spiritual mystery, awe, and fascination; concerned with the soul or the spirit, rather than with material things
Ripple: a small wave or series of waves on the surface of water, especially as caused by an object dropping into it or a slight breeze; a thing resembling a ripple or ripples in appearance or movement; a gentle rising and falling sound, especially of laughter or conversation, that spreads through a group of people; a particular feeling or effect that spreads through someone or something; (physics) a wave on a fluid surface, the restoring force for which is provided by surface tension rather than gravity, and which consequently has; small periodic, usually undesirable, variations in electrical voltage superposed on a direct voltage or on an alternating voltage of lower frequency a wavelength shorter than that corresponding to the minimum speed of propagation
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I love merlin as dragoon he just gets to be a bitch to everyone and you can tell he enjoys it
like yeah he's a really serious sorcerer or whatever but he's also a little bitch and you've gotta respect him for that
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