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i was supposed to draw something sad but my hands slipped, so oops?
#thats funny how everytime i have a breakdown or im in a bad mood i draw them/one of them#it just helps me feel better and comfort#it's so miserable of me LMAO#my emotional support idiots...#also i love drawing my headcanons#who needs a blanket when you have a bird wing and your partner can produce heat#arknights#stalkiwiart#olivia silence#saria#art#fanart#sariasil
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E rated wip I've had for ages.
Scarian choking smut fic I keep telling myself I'm going to finish but I legit started this as my FIRST forray into the fandom a whole ass year ago. This is DONE ENOUGH and the rest of the ideas I had arent coming out. If I ever get the energy to come back to this I want to elaborate on the jump and the fight.
TW: Frottage, choking, under negotiated kink, canon typical violence death and suicide.
The desert nights are cold, and while dead bodies don’t produce heat, whatever arcane trickery keeps Scar animated burns white hot somewhere in his bones. It’s odd, he knows the wind coming through the arrowslits is frigid, his skin can still feel that, but his red heart keeps his core feeling warm as a bonfire. Grian on the other hand is shivering on the adjacent bed. His clipped wings are puffed up and tucked around his torso and Scar can hear his teeth chattering. He gazes at the perfectly oval shaped silhouette that his partner makes against the moonlight coming in through the window. The lump shivers. Macaws were a tropical species right? The thin woolen blanket must not be cutting it for the poor bird. Well he can’t let that go on now can he, especially not when he’s uncomfortably warm. He speaks in a raspy stage whisper, voicing a question he very well knows the answer to.
“Psst- you still awake?”
He hears a put upon sigh then the lump shifts.
“Yes.”
“Cause you’re cold?”
“Freezing actually.”
“Here, take my blanket, I don’t need it.” Scar sits up and tosses his blanket over Grian, who immediately flaps a wing and flails an arm to jostle it off of him and back to Scar’s side of the doubled up beds.
“Wha- no. You’re cold too, surely?”
“Y’see that’s the thing G, since I went red I feel like a furnace. Whatever’s in here keeping me kicking,” he pats a fist to his bare gray chest, “it’s giving off plenty of heat in the process.”
“Really?” Grian reaches out a hand without thinking, but stops just short of touching Scar’s shoulder as his mind catches up with his curiosity. He tries to mask the hover-handing as just reaching over for the blanket, but Scar’s eyes glint with keen recognition, and he doesn’t let Grian just brush the gesture off.
“Really,” he confirms, “here, touch my muscles, go ahead.” Grian sighs and rolls his eyes, but when Scar takes him by the wrists and pulls his hands towards his collarbone he doesn’t resist the motion.He makes a halfhearted grumble of protest, a quiet but fond you ridiculous man under his breath. Despite that he doesn’t pull away. The warmth coming off him really is welcome and frankly a little fascinating. He may have his fingerprints on the scaffolding of this universe, but that doesn’t mean that here from inside it he knows everything about their revivals. Corpses are supposed to be cold, but Scar feels feverish. With his new gray complexion it reminds him of putting his hands on sun warmed smooth stone, but soft. Scar twitches at his touch, a high pitched ooh coming along with it.
“You weren’t kidding. Your fingers are like icicles.”
Grian smirks at the noise, moving his cold hands up to either side of Scar’s incredibly warm neck. This gets a full squeak out of him, Grian giving a satisfied hum in response.
“Hey you asked for this, no take backs.”
“I did, I did. You did so good today, you deserve to stick your little popsicle hands anywhere you want.”
Grian snickers, but before he has a chance to respond, Scar tilts his head, covering his fingers with his cheek. The other Scar puts a hand over, encasing both of Grian’s hands with warmth from all sides. He lets out a long, fully involuntary sigh of relief and feels his shoulders and wings relax as his shivers finally subside. He grapples with his pride for one moment longer, but ultimately shifts closer and cuddles up to Scar’s chest. His head slots neatly beneath Scar’s chin. When Scar talks Grian feels the movement against his hair, and feels the reverberations from his throat.
“Seriously Grian, that triple you got woke me up in a way.”
“Good to know you’ve been sleeping on the job.”
“No, I mean that I get it now. Red life stuff. Hearing you cackling at the explosion made me want to kill.”
That prompts a breathy little laugh from Grian followed by a half exasperated finally.
“I do Grian really, I want to kill.” “Good.”
It becomes a whispered mantra, Scar reverently repeating I want to kill against the shell of his ear, the curve of his jaw, the column of his neck, just over his lips. Grian smiles and whispers back yes, yes, yes, each time, like praising a dog that’s finally mastered a challenging trick. His tone is giddy and gleeful, and his smile is bright and sharp right up until the moment that Scar’s hands wrap around his neck and squeeze.
“Grian, I want to kill. I want to kill. I want to kill.”
“Yes, good, yes, ye-ghhk.”
The word catches in his throat as Scar’s grip tightens and Grian’s face goes slack with shock. His open mouth flaps, once, twice, and again as his brain tries to process what’s happening. Confusion finally blooms into panic as his pulse thunders in his ears and his hands fly up to claw at Scar’s wrists. To his surprise they come away easily, and in an instant he has Scar’s wrists pinned to the wall behind his head. His red eyes are suddenly full of remorse and even something bordering on fear.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m not sure what that was. It just, it’s just like pushing Ren off that cliff. I didn’t think it’d work, it was just too tempting not to. It feels so good to tease.”
Grian draws in a shaky breath as he feels a cold draft hit the back of his neck. Scar was just fooling around, like he did with everything. He wasn’t ever a real threat. Besides, even if he was wouldn’t it be fair? He’d pledged his green life to Scar, but if he wanted to waste that gift then that was his right after all. He doesn’t want to go yellow, but he’s not backing out of his vow. This life was Scar’s to do with as he wished. Something about the comparison to Ren rattles around in his head. Scar was right, they’d all agreed to this. Immortals playing at feeling real deaths. They all wanted to know how mortality really tasted. He releases his hold on Scar’s wrists and hunkers down beneath the blanket again, tucking his frame against Scar’s once again to hide from the chill night around them.
“Tease all you want but remember, if I go yellow I’m gone.”
“No, no, no I don’t want that. I need you here with me.”
Scar’s arms circle around him and rub his back. His tone is gentle and almost pleading. Grian tries to relax in his hold, but the shot of adrenaline he’d gotten from being choked has other plans. It’s late, in the morning he has more work to do on the creeper farm, and he needs his rest, but his mind is buzzing and his blood is pumping, and Scar is so close and so warm and being so frustratingly tender. Grian is disappointed in his body but not surprised to find he’s hard as a rock. He tangles their legs together, unsubtly pressing himself against Scar’s thigh.
“I said tease all you want, and I meant it.”
“Oh? Oh! Oh-kay.”
It takes Scar a beat to understand, but once he does he smirks and rolls them so that Grian is straddling him. His hands trace down to the waist of his pants making quick work of Grian’s fly and then his own. He tugs at their pants, dislodging them just enough to get their cocks free, careful of how much skin he’s exposing to the night air. To Grian’s delight he’s not the only one riled up by what just happened, and they both gasp in relief at finally getting some much needed skin to skin friction. Scar guides Grian’s hand down to circle the two of them, then brings his own hands back up to toy with the red neckline he suddenly can’t keep his eyes off of.
“You set the pace down there, alright? And tap out if you start seeing dots or stars or anything, got it?”
Grian nods eagerly and starts stroking lazily, once again relishing the extra heat coming from Scar’s skin. His eyelids flutter when Scar’s hands start squeezing his neck again. Before it was a sudden vice grip, but this time it’s a caress that slowly builds in force. He feels Scar’s cock twitch in his hand when he swallows reflexively at the increasing pressure, then soon enough he can’t swallow at all. He would be worried about starting to drool, but he’s locked eyes with Scar now and his partner is giving him a look. A smile so hungry and adoring that it’s hard to focus on anything other than the twinkle in his ruby red eyes and the heat pooling low in his guts. His hand speeds up but it’s not nearly enough. His lungs begin to burn, the muscles in his chest flex, trying in vain to pull in air, but Scar’s hands hold him firm. He grinds his hips down and uses his free hand to make sure they’re perfectly lined up, chasing the heat and sensation he’s desperate for. Scar’s chest rises and falls with long slow breaths that make Grian pang with envy. Each second drags out between them.
Eventually Scar’s breath starts coming heavier, something wild and deliciously brutal blooming behind his eyes. Grian ruts against him harder, faster, but it’s still not enough. He wants to come. He needs to breathe. He feels so good. He feels like he’s dying. His eyes start to roll back and everything gets shaky and blurry. He’s not blacking out, he’s just convulsing with need and want and need and want. He tries to swallow again, but all that happens is a little gurgle, and Scar groans at that. Low and long and indulgent, and Grian throbs in his own hand at the sound. He’s grateful that he’s unable to whimper the way he knows he would if any sound could escape his constricted throat. Head swimming, muscles rigid, cock leaking, he’s on the verge of tapping out when Scar releases his neck. He drinks down the chilly night air greedily and as that first gulp hits his oxygen deprived brain he comes hard enough to make his toes curl.
Scar’s hands, still cradling his neck, slide up to cup the back of his head and pull him down into a long kiss. Grian is still too shell shocked from being choked and his subsequent orgasm to do much more than gape his mouth dumbly and heave deep breaths through his nose as Scar licks into him deep and hungrily. Eventually he gains enough composure to start kissing back, and it’s only then he realizes he’s tasting something bitter and pungent and familiar. He pulls back, sitting up and looking down at Scar quizzically. There’s a smear of pearly cum on his chin and across his lips. Grian giggles, impressed and incredulous.
“Oh wow. I hit your face? I’ve never shot so far.”
Scar takes one hand off of him to wipe at what remains on his face and licks himself clean, smile all smugness and satisfaction.
“Do I win a prize?”
Grian wants to hate it, but watching that tongue glide along his fingers is making his stomach flip. The heat meets the brick wall of his refractory period though, so rather than a needy whine in response he manages a content sigh.
“Mmmm, other than the treat you just cleaned up? Gimmie a moment to think of something- my head's still a bit fuzzy. Unless…you had something in mind already?”
-grian lazily smooches
-blowjob
-pillow talk
“But you don’t need to be adorable, you need to be bloodthirsty. Today went well but you’ve got to start taking the lead on the killing. I’m pushing the rules as it is.”
Scar nuzzles against him, “I think I can be both. Adorbs- Abdor- Adorabloodthirsty. Got a nice ring to it, as long as I can get my dyslexia around it, right?”
“Fine. Adorabloodthirsty, but heavy on the latter half, okay?”
“I will be so thirsty for you Grian, just you wait.”
“Scar!”
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“Let’s let the ghosts count us in.”
On three hearts Scar turns and flees the cactus ring, but he doesn’t get far. Clumsy from taking so many hits to the head he stumbles, and that’s all it takes for Grian to catch up and tackle him to the ground. They grapple momentarily on soot stained sand and land in a sickeningly familiar pose. Grian straddles him, but this time it’s his own hands doing the choking. Scar is smiling, would be laughing even, if he could take in any air.
Choking him would be too slow. He’d withstood easily a minute or two during their recreational strangling and he knows he can’t look down at that bloodied smile for so long. He can’t bear it, so he pulls up, raises Scar’s head up an inch or two, then slams it back down on the sandstone beneath them. There’s a wet thud, and Scar’s smile breaks, shattering into an instinctive grimace. Grian does it again, and again, and again. He sobs dryly, each crack of Scar’s skull followed by a ruthless and empty I’m sorry. He does it until the grimace goes slack and Scar’s eyes go glassy. Then he’s alone on monopoly mountain. Alone save for the howling ghosts congratulating and condemning him in equal measure. He thinks Scar might be in that ethereal crowd too now. He should be right? Just another soul bound up in this game? But there’s no cheery baritone congratulating him from beyond the grave. The watchers are still hungry, and he has the makings of one last meal in him.
He stands, shaky on his feet, and trudges towards the cliff. He looks out over the crater, his greatest failed trap of all. Nonetheless, pride blooms in his queasy stomach, and if he was sticking around he’d be worried about the bile rising in his throat. As it is there’s no time for that because keeps his wings tucked firmly to his sides as he leaps into a freefall.
#not tagging this with SHIT are you kidding me#word blocks#will be my minecraft fanfiction tag i think#trafficshipping
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5 times you called him by a pet name + one time he called you by a pet name
(Diluc + Zhongli x GN!Reader)
Diluc
1. "Oh, hey hon." You greet mildly.
The candles have begun burning a bit low, the long shadows making his pout even more obvious.
"I apologize, I was held up for longer than anticipated."
He produces a small bouquet from his coat, a cluster of wildflowers, and approaches like he's about to give an offering instead of a gift. He kneels by your chair, face stoic as usual, but you can see the worry and shame in his eyes.
You twirl the stems to absorb their delicate scent, and then carefully drop them in your water glass. You cup his face in your hands, and press a kiss to his brow.
"It's okay." You kiss his brow again, "I am not mad." You kiss his nose. "I am hungry though."
You laugh lightly at his rush to sit across from you. An evening eating cold roast was worth being able to spend it with him.
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2. "I understand your frustration, but perhaps we had best move on." You place a hand on his crossed arms.
"Their behavior was unacceptable, especially for those who would call themselves knights."
The stubborn clench of his jaw tells you just how angry he is. The idiots were lucky to have only gotten the verbal bludgeoning earlier instead of the literal one he wanted to dish out.
"Yes, but you've already made them apologize, and they do seem repentant," the fool knights in training nod frantically, "so why not leave this mess for Kaeya, darling?"
He sighs, but loosens his posture to wrap a protective arm around you. The hell the Knights were going to catch for this was still to come, but at least no one lost any limbs. Yet.
-
3. Tucked into your pile of pillows, book in hand, you waited as you do most nights. Diluc had a late meeting scheduled after dinner, but he promised it was truly to do with the winery and not of the vigilante variety.
So you bide your time, until you hear his heavy boots come up the stairs.
"I'm home." He calls softly.
"Welcome back." You say just as softly.
He goes through the motions of undressing, refreshing himself, and redressing without missing a beat, but his posture seems wilted. You mark your page, and turn over the blanket for him.
"How did it go?"
He heaves a deep sigh, and crawls over to you. Pulling you close, he lays his head on your chest but doesn't say another word.
"Oh, sweetness." You embrace him, one hand holding his face and the other in his hair. "It's okay. I've got you."
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4. You lengthen your steps, but the increased pace doesn't seem to deter the boy following you. He isn't dangerous per se, but his persistence is damned annoying.
"But, if you'll just listen," he jogs back up to your side, "I just need your help for a little while!"
"I am neither a Knight nor an Adventurer," you cut him off with a sharp wave of your hand, "And you have nothing I want. Now leave me be."
He sputters, "M-master Diluc said-"
As if he's had his tongue plucked out, he suddenly stops talking.
You turn around only to find Diluc himself, a stifling hand on the kid's shoulder. His face is a stoic mask as always, but his energy is thunderous.
"I agreed to help you out of deference to your mother, but you," You see the boy wince as the hand tightens, "failed to listen to a word I said. Harassing my staff and my partner has only earned you banishment from all of my properties. Now go, before I report you to the Knights as well."
You both stand stock still as the boy sprints from the winery back to Mondstadt proper.
"Your going to report him anyways, right?" You mumble, after he is just a speck on the horizon.
"Of course," He finally relaxes his stance to look at you, "Though I doubt Jean will be happy about it."
Your chuckle, already imagining her face when the letter reaches her desk. Heaving a sigh, just grateful for the problem to have moved on, you grab Diluc's hand.
"Thank you," You pull him into a tight hug, "for protecting me as always, angel."
-
5. You gently rap on the door frame to his office. He looks up from his work just long enough to give you a soft smile.
"I was wondering," You lean against the frame, avoiding actually entering lest you get sucked in as well, "If my dear husband was going to come to bed tonight?"
The bright lamp on his desk means you see his blush even from across the room. He huffs an embarrassed laugh, but starts shuffling paperwork into orderly piles.
"I hadn't realized the time, my apologies."
You hum, "It is understandable. But I cannot rest if you are not in bed with me."
You watch as he tucks away his tools, pulls his gloves off, and undoes the tie in his hair, all with a much to pleased smirk on his face.
He pulls you into a delicate, lingering kiss with a hand on your neck. The warmth of his skin makes you shiver. You lean into him, letting him wrap you in his arms.
He chuckles, "Well, I would hate to neglect my husbandly duties."
+
1. The lingering warmth from your bath and the softness of the sheets has you dozing in minutes. You toss a hand onto Diluc's side of the bed, wanting to be present when he comes to bed as well but the ache of a long day is catching up to you.
After several moments you feel a calloused hand grasp your own. You are too tired to properly see, but feel the dip as he climbs into bed.
Still holding your hand in a delicate grip, he presses a kiss to your palm, and then your cheek.
"Sleep, my love, I am here."
Zhongli
1. Zhongli re-enters the house not even ten minutes after leaving. He is patting down his jacket and looking about the entryway in wonder, and you can't help but chuckle.
"Forget something?"
"Yes," he plants his hands on his hips, "I can't seem to find my wallet. I could have sworn I remembered it this time."
You get up from where you were leisurely awaiting his return, and snag the 'disappearing' wallet from where he left it on the table.
"Not quite, old man." You wave it, teasing.
"Ah, of course."
Tucking it into the pocket of his jacket, you tug him closer to plant a kiss on his flushed cheek.
"My apologies, it seems I was a bit distracted this morning."
He tucks a piece of hair away from your face, gaze so blatantly loving you can't help but crash your lips against his. Damn whatever appointment he may have, he shouldn't be so handsome in your direction.
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2. It is not every day you wake up before him, so you try to make the most of it. You prepare his clothes for the day, just so you can pick out your favorite of his shirts. You start a light breakfast, and brew an energizing blend of tea for both of your sake.
You spend some time simply waiting at the table, content to sip your tea and watch the morning birds.
When the soft shuffle of feet brings Zhongli into the kitchen, you stand up. He is mostly dressed, minus his tie and shoes, jacket loose around his shoulders.
You steer him to the table, and press a kiss to his cheek when seated.
He hums contentedly, still a bit sleepy, "Good morning."
You pour him a cup of tea as well, and his smile grows a bit wider. He tilts his head up, "Thank you."
You meet him half way, pressing a firm kiss to his mouth, "Of course dearest. Do you have anything pressing today?"
A hand comes to rest on your hip, preventing you from moving back to your seat.
"No, nothing more important than this."
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3. Squished between the mattress and the press of his body, you couldn't imagine being more content. The warmth, the scent, the feel of his breath ghosting across your skin.
You run a reverent hand through his hair, spread loose over his back. It seems impossible for you to be this happy, like you would only read about in unrealistic fantasies.
Amber eyes are already watching you, when you open yours. His gaze is soft, unbearably so, so you look at the ceiling.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He answers it so easily, as if it is among the many universal truths that exist in his head.
"You must understand," You wet your nervous mouth, "I mean it. Truly, I love you."
You feel his head tilt in confusion, but power on, emotions spilling.
"You are my starlight. My life would be unimaginably dark without you. I am scared constantly by the sway you have over me, but I cannot stand the idea of living without you. I want be here with you, forever, no matter the cost."
You squeeze your eyes shut against the flood of tears that threaten to spill, waiting for his polite retreat. His body lifts off yours and you pull a shuddering breath in, unused to laying yourself bare in this way. He could end you now, destroy you by just walking away.
But you feel tremoring hands grasp your face, almost too tightly. He doesn't say a word, can't, but presses his forehead to yours.
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4. "Zhongli?" You call into the empty hum of the parlor, hoping it will carry to his office. It's not far, but he gets absorbed in his work easily.
You lean out the door a bit, and try to project your voice more, "Hey, honey?"
The door to his office clicks open, and his head pokes out. "Do you need assistance?"
"Yes, please," you adjust the pile of books in your arms, "Would you mind grabbing this other pile? A client requested reference material from just about every era, and I don't think I have the wing span to carry all of it."
He presses a quick kiss to your head, and scoops up the remaining books with no problem.
"Of course, would you like me to relieve you of those as well?"
"Not a chance, show off, you're gonna have to deal with the doors."
As if to prove your point, he balances the stack in one hand to hold the front door open for you, smile only slightly smug.
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5. Given how busy your lives were, and his propensity for letting time fly, you figured he would forget again. It would not be the first anniversary he forgot, and you imagine it wouldn't be the last.
It's not like you could hold it against him, especially not when he was so earnest and loving all year round.
So your surprise was genuine when he led you, dressed in his best, to a private booth at Liuli Pavilion.
The food was made by the head chef, as a show of gratitude for Zhongli's long patronage (you send a quiet thank you to Childe), and the service superb. The evening is relatively quiet, you converse as normal but with the additional soppiness that comes from acknowledging romance.
You are especially glad for the privacy when you cannot help but practically ravish the man over the table, his face being too handsome to bear just looking at.
Shortly after, he looks at you with burning eyes, and finally says, "I am quite full. Perhaps we should head home."
"That sounds perfect."
You continue to stare, sappy and sated, as he blindly pats at his pockets, equally unwilling to look away.
After several moments, it dawns on you, and then immediately on him.
You can't help it. You laugh. Hysterically, because no matter what Zhongli is Zhongli.
He's standing now, flustered like you've never seen, pacing the room as if his wallet would be anywhere but the table at home.
"This was not my intent." He huffs, "I had planned the evening meticulously."
"And it was lovely," You choke back another laugh, "But, sugar, you are not living this down for the rest of our lives!"
You are laughing as you pull out your own wallet, giggling uncontrollably as you hand over all the money on your person, and can barely walk you're so light headed when he leads you out the door.
He doesn't once let you go, from the pavilion's steps to your front door. Indulgent to the end, your man.
+
1. It is always a pleasant surprise when your errands overlap. Working nearly in conjunction makes it happen quite often, but still, it makes your day brighter.
You have just finishing bartering your lunch into existence when you spot Zhongli headed your way. Quickly, you slip the chef a few more mora to add another dish.
He is at your side in an instant, bringing your hand to his lips in that coquettish way he has.
"There you are," he lowers your hand but does not drop it, "I've been looking for you, treasure."
You twine your fingers together, relishing the warmth. You snug up to his side, taking the liberty of placing his hand on your hip just to see him blush.
"Have you now?"
"Always."
#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin diluc#genshin zhongli#(the chef after zhongli +1: excuse me this is a wendys)#an informal apology
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Run on the Beach
Sheoki belongs to @berrys-collection !
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
Now, there wasn't much this morning that they'd crossed so far. Dae could report Fawn a crab here and there, clouds, three (maximum four) birds, a bunch of shells and stones and sticks ... but an actual human? That he didn't see in a while. Civilization had them back, it seemed. The woman that chilled on the sand dune however was not what made Dae slow down. That was the object she was wearing. One that was black and round and for sure way more interesting to touch than the couple of pebbles the beach had to offer. "Excusez-moi - !" he called, still in a distance but trotting up as he went on, " - Pourrais-je avoir votre chapeau?" A tall, dark, male, alien looking figure with a baby strapped on his chest like a kidnapper, jogging towards you in the middle of nowhere. Call him a pessimist: Dae deemed their chances low on getting that hat. But for Fawn, he would at least try.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
Sheoki had been peacefully laying on the beach, her sunhat over her face. It was too much of a fuss trying to get her horns through it all the time, especially if she just wanted to lay down. However, that peace was disrupted by the sounds of a strange, foreign language being spoken. The Thief of Doom sat up, lifting her hat from her face to look around the beach, seeing nobody else and thus concluded that she was the subject of the address. "Sorry, can you repeat that again? I'm afraid I don't understand." She apologised as she turned towards the approaching man, who seemed to have some sort of odd, squishy lump strapped to him. At least, Sheoki assumed that the person approaching was a he; she had never seen anyone that looked like that before, and decided to play it safe and not vocalise her assumptions
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
Oh, she was not screaming. That was ... generally ... a good sign. "I was saying," Dae said, approaching extra slowly for the last couple of meters, "Excusez-moi. Pourrais-je avoir. Votre. Chapeau. - which means", he translated, " - Excuse me ... may I borrow your hat?" " - please?" he added with a smile, holding Fawn and shifting his weight from one foot to the other to simulate the movement of him still running. It made little sense to have his daughter the beach, so she was resting facing him; only the back of her head and her ears showing towards the other. To be all honest, he was a little surprised that the woman was not indeed human. And had horns, which he was not sure was politically correct to mention. She still had the hat, however, which was the main objective. So. For Fawn, Dae tried to stay focused and corrected his gaze back down to her eyes.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"My hat?" Sheoki raised an eyebrow, looking from Dae down to the hat in her hand, turning it slightly to consider the offer, but also to look at the holes cut in the top. It was strange that somebody would randomly approach her, let alone ask to borrow her hat in some strange - and admittedly disgusting sounding - language.
"What on Skaia do you need to borrow my hat for? It has holes in it, so I doubt it would be any use in protecting your own head." she stated, showing the holes in the top, "Is it for that..." Sheoki looked down to Fawn, still not entirely sure what it was, "Thing on your chest?"
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
"Its not for the blanket" Dae assured without skipping a beat. "It's for Fawn. My perfect daughter" he clarified. Finally, he stopped moving altogether and just shifted the baby instead; not sure how well she'd react from moving to not moving from one moment to the next. She did however notice despite his best efforts that something new happened and curled up while complaining. Dae sped the explanation up a little. " - Um. So, I let her touch interesting things I find on the way. And I think she would like to hold the hat for a bit."
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
Sheoki tilted her head curiously a little as she stood up, coming over to look at Fawn, "How do you know she's yours? There's no way you could trace it through the gene pool." she pointed out, her face almost within Fawn's reach - and her horns dangerously close to Dae's face. Despite being confused of the lineage, Sheoki stood up straight again and placed the hat on the baby's head, holding it in place in case it fell. "There." she smiled a little, "It's an odd looking wriggler. How come she has arms and legs already?"
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
Why did she have ... what ... ? " ... - Told you she's awesome" Dae replied with a long shrug. Then he addressed Fawn: "Hey, what's that - ? Something new - ?" He smiled more than she did. Fawn actually didn't seem convinced just yet. More confused. He untied her so he could lift and watch her properly with her new looks. The hat covered her eyes, but he knew that won't be a bother for her. "Thank you" he said to the other again. "Maybe we should put her down for a second. You'd not mind when she checked if the hat was edible, right - ?" He better ask in advance.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"You can put her on my towel. She won't actually eat my hat, will she? I'm rather partial to it." Sheoki took her hat back for a moment before sitting on one side of her towel, leaving the other for Dae and Fawn. "So, did you steal this one from her Lusus? Or did she simply not get one?" she asked, placing the hat back on Fawn's head
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
"She's not really gonna eat it" Dae promised the other. He sat down next to Fawn once he sat her on the towel and held her back, knowing she had still trouble with sitting. Little Fawns wings were hidden under the jacket, but her tail was showing now, stretching over the towel and giving additional support on keeping her upright. Her small hands reached for the sun hat now, trying to pull that off her head for further inspection. Dae laughed at the womans ideas. "I swear I didn't steal her. I made her with my wife. My ... partner. And now we care for her. Until she's all grown up and she can take care of herself. - I'm Dae, by the way." When he had to go in depth about earth-life reproduction, he'd feel better being on a first-name-basis. He reached a hand out to the woman but had an eye on her movements; going to pull back in case she wasn't familiar with hand shakes, fist bumps or any of the more common gang greetings.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"Sheoki Olikov." the troll replied, at least knowing how to give a simple handshake, "My friend, Rijeph, is swimming in there somewhere." she waved towards the water, watching the waves for a moment to see if she could spot the other troll, "That's rather strange. There's no Imperial Drones to collect the slurry? No mother grub to produce the wigglers, or Lusii to act as guardians? Or is your partner a mother grub, and that's how you've produced young yourselves?"
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
Mother grub. Was that a curse word - ? Dae frowned and shook his head eventually, though he was quite obviously unsure. "Jessie is the most fantastic female human being on Earth. And Fawns mother. I have a picture of her hand, when you would like to see - ?" Then Sheoki could judge for herself. Dae pulled his phone from his jacket's pocket, ready to dig for some pictures of Jessie.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"A hand? Surely I would need to see her face to judge." Sheoki raised an eyebrow, "And how is... Fawn the offspring of a human? She looks nothing like a human, she's more like you." she pointed out as she glanced down at Fawn, making sure she wasn't causing irreversible damage to her hat
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
Dae frowned. First off: "I'm half human, too." But secondly: That ... almost sounded as if ... ... ... " - Don't you want to see a picture of Jessies hand?" he asked disbelievingly, mouth agape as he looked at Sheoki.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"I can't tell whether she's as beautiful as you're insisting from just a picture of her hand. Do you have a picture of her face?" she asked, running a hand through her hair, trying to smooth out the persistent waves within it.
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
Dae sighed. "Well. When you'd see her hand ... you'd see that her pointing and ring finger have the exact same length just like its with Fawns hand too." Just so Sheoki knew what she was missing out on. "Anyways ... I do have pictures of her face. Wait." He swiped twice and inched a little closer to Sheoki, so she could see. "See, this is a picture of her nose ... " he started to show Sheoki close ups of parts of Jessies face - every picture from different angles, light conditions and backgrounds. Obviously it was a series, done over time. Fawn in the meantime was happily drooling over the hat; feeling the structure of it with hands and tongue.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
Finally, something sensible. Sheoki had begun to smile a little, only for her face to drop at the segmented pictures. What was this guy's deal? Did he just not know how to take a good picture? Or did he not care to take the time to even get one simple picture of all of this... Jessie. "I'm not good at putting faces together from separate pictures like this. Don't you even have one nice one where you can see all of her as a whole?" Sheoki asked, "I'm sure she would appreciate it far more than a collection of fairly unflattering closeups."
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
Oh. Was she saying ... ... he was no good photographer? Dae looked from Sheoki back to the display that was currently showing the left one of Jessies ears, and raised his finger to his mouth as he thought that thought trough. Then, after a while: " ... I think she'd like these, even ... when they're imperfect." Which would be his fault, obviously, and not his motive's. " - She's very patient and forgiving and has a good heart." He smiled the smallest smile again. Fawn in the meantime learned that the hat could also rustle.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"If you love her so much, then stop focusing on all the little details. Her hands and nose and eyes don't matter - sure, they can help you to say what bits you like - but if you really do have red feelings for her, then you need to appreciate everything as a whole. As soon as you see her, just take a step back, look at how everything works together, and see the full picture of your matesprit." Sheoki explained, "A cog might be nicely designed, but the real beauty lies in the mechanism as a whole."
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
Ohhh. See there. "So what when I take a full picture of her?" Dae asked Sheoki as he put the phone away and lay down for now, half across the towel, but mostly the ground. He was too tall. And so was Jessie. " - I still don't have her voice, I still don't have her heartbeat, or the way she breathes, the way she smells, the way she makes me feel ... Isn't every picture you take of your partner just a close-up that doesn't catch the whole ... ... " He made a vague gesture with his hands while Fawn proceeded to think of the hat as something maybe edible again than as a toy. " ... - experience." There. That was the word.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"I suppose that's a fair point, but then again, you can't just appreciate her through photos. Yes, they're helpful in showing others what her visual bonuses are, but you still have the chance to video her and get more aspects through that." she replied then laughed softly, "Listen to me, talking as if I'm a Heart player. I should get you to meet Alex, she could gush about romantics all day to you. But either way, you need to find the balance between capturing moments and living in them. Those are the private things that only you as her matesprit can appreciate."
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
Dae sat up again and nodded, just as if he had processed anything the other had just been saying to him. "I'm gonna run to her" he decided. All the way to the city. No teleporting and no cheating. He just felt ... motivated enough for that. "Do you hang here regularly?" For that he actually looked at Sheoki again, meddled already with the baby holder though.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"It depends on the day really. I could always give you a way to message me?" Sheoki suggested, pulling out a device that looked like a phone but, knowing Sheoki, was probably fairly different. She held her hand out to Dae, offering to take his phone, "Or you can just be rather dedicated and come here everyday in the hopes that I'm there too."
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
She wanted ..... something. Hesitating, Dae took his phone out again and placed it in her hand. However, did not let go straight away. "Will you bring something new for Fawn to chew on tomorrow?" he negotiated.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"I'll see what I can do." Sheoki replied as she took Dae's phone, messing with it slightly so that she could get her foreign messaging system connected to his phone. "There, that should work. But yes, I'll see if I can find something more appropriate for your wiggler to chew on." she smiled a little, handing Dae's phone back, "But I want to see a picture of your matesprit in full."
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
Dae looked up as if he had to think about that. "How about you get to see her in full? Hands and all?" he offered instead.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"Oh, you'll bring her along next time?" Sheoki raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing on her face a little, "Well, if you can convince her, then I'd love to see just what you're flushed for."
ßaegels🐦-24.03.2018
"Oh, you'll see" Dae promised, sure of that. He pocketed his phone and took Fawn again; then returned the unharmed - yet drooled on - sunhat back to its rightful owner. He said he'd return it. He never claimed it would be dry. "I don't know if she got time right tomorrow. But I guess that I can ... call you now?" he asked, hopeful.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-24.03.2018
"No, just text-based messaging I'm afraid. It's the only thing that my client supports." Sheoki replied as she dried the edge of her hat off on the towel and put it back on, threading it carefully over her horns, "Hopefully I'll be able to make it tomorrow, whatever time that may be, and hopefully Rijeph will show his face and not be swimming all the time."25. März 2018
ßaegels🐦-25.03.2018
"Your friend?" Dae figured. Swimming? He looked towards the lake as he secured Fawn on him again. She wasn't too happy about the new situation, but he knew she'd calm down once they got moving.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-25.03.2018
Sheoki gave a hum of agreement, "Knowing him, he's probably somewhere near a bottom. He likes deep diving whilst his dancestor prefers the surface." she replied casually
ßaegels🐦-25.03.2018
"What's ... a dancestor?" Sheoki has been throwing a lot of unfamiliar terms around since he met her. Maybe he could make an effort to learn the meaning behind one a day, or so.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-25.03.2018
"Alright, this might get a little confusing; you might want to sit down again." Sheoki replied, "So, the trolls in our group are split into two groups; we'll call them universe A and universe B. I'm a universe A troll, along with Lateem, Aetura, and Shrosa. Kikiyu, Icuras, Rijeph, and Catzii are the universe B trolls." she started and drew two parallel lines in the sand, "Imagine these to be timelines existing at the same time." Sheoki labelled them as A and B, "In universe A, all 8 of us technically existed, but the universe B trolls lived first and their genetic information was passed down and that made us- the universe A trolls. In that respect, the universe B trolls are our ancestors. However. In the universe B timeline, that's flipped; the universe A trolls come first and act as the ancestors of the universe B trolls. So really, I'm an ancestor and a descendant at the same time, hence the term dancestor."
ßaegels🐦-25.03.2018
" ... so it's reversed" Dae summed up. He didn't actually sit down again, but leaned over the drawing Sheoki created. To be true, he has been regretting asking in the first place when it turned out not to be easy, but ... universes ... ? Timelines ... ? - That he could wrap his mind around. Well. Usually. "We should talk about this sometime else. I gotta go. Kiss my wife" he excused himself.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-25.03.2018
"Oh. Well, I'll try and be back here tomorrow for you." Sheoki replied, wiping her diagram away. She hoped that she hadn't put him off with... anything, really. He seemed as if he was nice enough, though she couldn't exactly tell; he talked rather a lot about this Jessie29. März 2018
ßaegels🐦-29.03.2018
He knew she'd understand. Dae smiled. "Tell me when you're here and I'll be there" he promised. He could adjust his route. He never ran the same one twice anyways.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-29.03.2018
"I'll be sure to message you." Sheoki smiled a little and nodded, partly wishing that Dae would stick around and talk to her some more, but if he had to go then he had to go
ßaegels🐦-29.03.2018
Was it just him or ... Dae was about to get going, but hesitated and tilted his head. "Do you like cats?" he asked, seemingly out of the blue. "Like, a lot ... of cats?" He made a gesture with his hands to indicate the 'lot'-ness.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-29.03.2018
"Cats? I've never come across one, so I couldn't say." Sheoki shrugged, "Do you have a picture of one? Or have you got that in separate close ups as well?"
ßaegels🐦-29.03.2018
Blurry ones. But he wouldn't admit that. "How ... about ... we meet up in the afternoon? I have a place that's full with cats. We can just see if you like them or not" he suggested. " - and talk some more."
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-29.03.2018
"You're inviting me around to your place?" Sheoki raised an eyebrow before smiling, "Alright, that sounds good to me. Maybe you can show me your Jessie in full." she agreed, hoping to see both a cat and Jessie30. März 2018
ßaegels🐦-30.03.2018
So she got time. Great. "I text you the address. When you got trouble finding it I pick you up" he offered. It was an easy enough thing to do when you owned a teleporter.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-30.03.2018
"Sounds like a good plan, although I'm sure I'll be able to find my way around." Sheoki smiled, "I'll just have to let Rijeph know when he comes out." she motioned towards the water just as the other troll appeared, the fins on the sides of his face flaring a little before they relaxed. "Speak of the horrorterrors~"
ßaegels🐦-heute um 15:59 Uhr
"You can bring him" Dae allowed, jogging backwards to get away. It was time to get his heartrate back up and more importantly, get to kiss Jessie.
🦑༼∩ •́ ヮ •̀ ༽⊃━☆゚. * ・ 。゚🦑-heute um 16:04 Uhr
"Hey, who's your new friend, Sheoki?" Rijeph asked as he walked up the beach, parts of his body flushed a deep violet. "This is Dae, though you'll have to make your introductions quick. He's too busy trying to run back to his matesprit. Though we're apparently allowed to go and meet this matesprit this afternoon." Sheoki pointed out "Well, I suppose I'll have to wait until this afternoon to get a proper introduction in." Rijeph gave Dae a crooked smile, "Do you want us to come in our formal god tier attire?"
ßaegels🐦-heute um 16:09 Uhr
"Surprise me!" Dae called, waving goodbye at the two as he kept jogging off.
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