#writings.

[starcharmed]

— MEMOIRS OF THE PAST

summary: leaving a topic behind to go check up on sunday worked out well in your favor.

cw: romantic sunday pairing, past romantic dan heng pairing, after 2.7 quest but nothing mentioned, reader is an astral express member, caelus as trailblazer, fluff with an undertone of hurt/comfort | wc: 2k+ | my secret santa gift for @milksnake-tea <3 please read the note at the end

The Express seemed to hum during its “nighttime”. The record Caelus set earlier this morning looping idly, the tune stitched into your memory. Pom-Pom had stopped sweeping around ten minutes ago, Himeko retired to her cabin, Welt had long gone to his own as well for a much-needed rest.

Dan Heng insisted that he assisted March in “helping Caelus decorate his room”. Not that you would raise an eyebrow at him for doing so, those two were bound to have everything turned upside down and on the ceiling if left alone.

Which left only one Express member left, Sunday.

In your opinion, he could rival Dan Heng in measures of silence. At first you weren’t sure if he simply disliked you, but after being around him for more than a month you soon realized he was just like that.

It’s not as if he was cold, though.

The first week he was on the Express, he brought everyone delicacies that he presumed would match everyone’s taste.

He was correct in his judgement.

You weren’t even sure how he had figured out that you loved deep-fried flying sea anemone — a dish you tried on Xianzhou when in need of a small energizer after all that went down — nonetheless how many toppings you liked to have with it.

You remember messaging Caelus after receiving the gift, questioning if he had played any part in it. The only response you had received was a Wubbaboo emoji.

Very helpful.

That was besides the point, however. 

Unlocking your phone with a click, you opened your messenger. You sent Dan Heng a simple “u up?” before scrolling through your contacts, bored and in need of someone to bother. 

The second Dan Heng responded, you tapped on the notification.

You ; 10:45pm     u up?

Dan Heng ; 10:47 pm    You should be asleep.

Of course….

You ; 10:47pm    so should you

You hit him with the Pom-Pom “Pay Attention”. That’ll get him.

Dan Heng ; 10:48pm    …    Sleep if you can.     If not go see what Sunday is up to, he’s been silent for a long while.

Dan Heng ; 10:49pm    March said she let him in her room to look at photos.    Try looking there first.

You ; 10:49pm     march is letting him go through her photos alone??     did see get possessed by some random heliobi somehow??

Dan Heng ; 10:49pm    As far as I’m aware, no.     He’s…processing a lot of things right now.     Especially ones about his past.     I know how that feels.

You bit down of your tongue harshly to stop the bitter laugh surfacing from your throat. You knew that. How could you not practically know everything about him considering you two were the only people on the Express besides Welt, Himeko, and Pom-Pom for a long time.

Maybe, maybe you were still irritated that Dan Heng had kept his secret from you after you both had “dated” off and on for a time of years. Leaving you to a not so fun surprise during your time in the Xianzhou Luofu. Iron filled your mouth and you let your facial muscles relax. Aeons…you needed to get a grip. What was done was done.

Your phone’s ding pulled you out from the mucky mess of the past.  

Dan Heng ; 10:50pm    Please check up on him. 

Cringing, you hesitated before sending a Pom-Pom emoji. Huffing you placed your phone down beside yourself, rolling your head to the side to stare at your cabin’s door. Ah, what the hell. All of that didn’t matter right now. Sunday.

It didn’t take you that long to find him, in March’s cabin. Sitting cross-legged and shuffling through photos, door ajar just enough that you could peek in without disturbing him. You assumed March let him in, she’s bubbly yet still wary when need be. 

After what went down Sunday certainly was a “need be”. 

Rapping your knuckles against the door, you watched as a photo album slipped from his grasp before he caught it between his forefinger and thumb. The only sign of him being startled. Turning his head, Sunday’s posture relax imperceptibly. 

“Sorry”, Slipping inside the cabin, you caught the door before it shut completely, “I should’ve been more noticeable, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t startle me.” He was quick to retort, sparing you a second glance before focusing back on the picture.

“Right.” Easing over you crouched beside Sunday, noting the lack of his gloves and coat – two clothing items he almost never went without. Peering over his shoulder, the image of a smiling Robin with an excited March taking a selfie with her filled your vision. 

Oh. 

You hesitantly sat down, “I remember when that was taken, y’know? On the feldspar.” The addition after everything happened in Penacony died down on your tongue, you shouldn’t mention that. “March was so excited to finally snap a photo with her. She wouldn’t stop rambling about it all day.”

Sunday’s right wing twitched as he placed the photo back in its slot within the laced album, “That sounds like Miss March.”

A silence creeped back over the both of you, the Express’ humming becoming more prominent within your mind. The nagging feeling that you made an incorrect choice prodding along with the melody running on repeat inside your head. Perhaps you should have made the decision to leave him be. Maybe letting Dan Heng know that he was looking through photos would’ve been enough. 

His message became center stage in the circus of your mind. He’s processing a lot of things right now. That was understandable, and that was also the problem. You weren’t sure how to interact with Sunday without dragging him back in his murky mess of a past.

Like you did with yourself earlier.

But, then again, it’s not like you’ve done anything to make him feel outed, right? All you have to do is just leave and check back in with Dan Heng. And maybe you can catch a few hours of sleep. Just excuse yourself and head back to your cabin. 

“Well…” Standing up you raised your arms over your head, stretching until you could start to feel a slight burn, “If you don’t need anything I guess I can-”

“Wait!”

Time seemed to freeze as your eyes went wide, both of Sunday’s wings twitched violently, and the Express seemed to stop humming as if his shout momentarily stunned it. Lowering the hand he had extended in suddenness, Sunday cleared his throat. 

“I apologize. That was abrupt of me.” You swear you could see his eyes flickering between you and the wall, a moment of nervousness from Sunday caught for once in your eyes, “I was curious if you had any more stories about your travels to tell. I enjoy them.”

Feeling yourself becoming flustered, you started to ease back over to where he was sat. Perhaps your tendency to recall and talk about your journeys with the crew had gotten yourself a title as the second best storyteller within the crew.

You were never beating March for second. 

Point still stands. 

Although no one honestly asked you to retell stories unless no one else was present to do so. It might’ve been because you do so without honest flair or excess details that added a hint of humor to the mix. However, that could be your opinion of how you tell tales carrying over to your own thoughts. 

It was like he handed you the book for popcorn reading.

Sunday seemed to slide over, making room for him. A considerate action that wasn’t new. He often didn’t want to get in the way, even when he wasn’t. You can recall when he stood to the side when Pom-Pom was sweeping in a completely different area than him, as if he was trying to blend into the wall. 

Odd.

You reached for a photo in the album blindly, blinking thrice as you realized which one you had chosen. It was one from Xianzhou of all of your luck, one snapped in a hurry. It was on of you, Dan Heng, and Caelus in front of the Express. Caelus and you were mimicking Dan Heng’s newly-found horns (at the time) with your fingers before you all departed Xianzhou, March snapping the photo quickly before Dan Heng had started to stalk off the train.

That was a fun moment, despite all that had happened.

“That’s from the Xianzhou Luofu, correct?” Sunday questioned even though you could tell he already knew by the look within his eyes, “I’ve heard about what had happened there.”

You nodded. “It was a thing.”

A thing? Really?

“I never thought to ask what the story behind his form in these pictures was all about”, Sunday started, “Do you think you could tell me some about it?”

You take that previous statement back, he handed you a loaded gun.

The wince that slipped past your lips was sharp enough to sound like a whistle. With a click of your tongue, you started to put the photo back, “Well, I think you’d have to ask Dan Heng that yourself. He seems to have taken a liking to you so maybe you won’t get the sharp end of the sword.”

The statement was meant to be humorous, yet it came out as the complete opposite.

“It’s just something from his past. Everyone has one that nags them on this Express it seems, even someone as giddy as Caelus,” Closing the album, you reached for another one.

“Even you?”

“Unfortunately”, laughing you turned your face to look at him, “It’s not as deep as memory loss or being birthed from a literal nuke. Why? You surprised?”

“It’s hard to imagine you being chained down by memories and experiences of the past, you don’t let it seem to show.” You weren’t sure if you or Sunday had moved closer to one another.

In public you wanted to add, letting the two words melt on your tongue. 

“Yeah, well”, Scooting closer, your right knee bumped his left, “It’s different for everyone.”

“That it is.”

The humming of the Express seemed to become muted, as if you had submerged underneath the water.

Sunday was so pretty.

His hair framed over his wings perfectly, his eye color blending into his attire beautifully. Little things that he seemed to make stand out wonderfully.

“Do you and Dan Heng have quarrel?” Lifting his head, Sunday’s eyes locked onto your own, “I do not want to trouble you by mentioning the past if both of you have some together.”

“No, it’s just a…little thing.” 

Who started to lean in first?

“A little thing? You have a lot of those, hmm?” Sunday’s lips upturned slightly before they fell into their normal line, “Are you sure?” “You’re not getting in the way of anything, Sunny.” The nickname made his lips part, his honeyed breath being intook by your nostrils, “It’s fine, I swear.”

You could practically feel his hair against your face as he tried to close the distance, flinching back once his nose brushed against yours. Your fingers traced the outline of his jaw as he exhaled shakily, his lashes fluttering closed so delicately it was if a feather had fallen against the smooth water of his skin. 

Smooth lips met yours as soon as your own eyes closed.

You felt his hand sneak up to the nape of your neck, a gasp pushing past your lips at the skin-on-skin contact. Sunday must’ve felt as he did something incorrect, pulling back before you brought up your other hand, keeping him within the moment of the kiss.

The muffled humming started to become clearer as you pulled back to open your eyes. Sunday’s wings had come around to fit around his face, a pink creeping past the edges. 

And you let out a small laugh filled with nothing but joy.

Lowing his wings from his face, Sunday averted his gaze partially to the ground, “I suppose you should go back and try to sleep now.”

Although it was a statement, it carried more a questionable tone.

“Yeah”, you croaked out, nodding stiffly as you stood up. “You rest well if you can.” With a nod himself, Sunday started to study the pattern on another photo album. You practically speed-walked out of March’s cabin, heading to your own down the hall as your hand subconsciously raised to your lips.

Aeons were you glad you didn’t bring the past to the present with Dan Heng.

HI ILLU!! i hope you enjoy and this wasn't too ooc 😓😓 you've been such a huge inspiration and a major reason of why i'm so hooked on sunday as much as i am HAHAHA, i hope you have a very wonderful christmas and the rest of the year treats you right. thank you so much for being so wonderful and joyous to be around, i truly appreciate you 🫶🏽

[beauforte]

it   is   no   secret,   painfully   obvious   &   for   everyone   else   to   see   :   a   hating   game   between   the   two   of   them.   he   couldn’t   stand   the   sight   of   her.   she’s   brilliant,   yes.   powerful,   intelligent.   she’s   fast   &   strong.   she’s   beautiful,   a   smile   to   kill   for.   one   of   a   kind.   and   yet   .  .  .   she’s   everything   he   despises.   even   the   angelic   sound   of   her   voice   did   things   to   him.   things   he’d   never   quite   felt   before.   he   couldn’t   stop   it,   couldn’t   control   it.   he   tried,   countless   of   times   before   but   it’s   a   never   ending   story   with   them.   even   now,   when   she’s   sitting   next   to   him   during   another   interesting   class   of   defence   against   the   dark   arts,   he   feels   tensed.   like   there’s   electricity   running   through   it’s   entire   body.   he   doesn’t   know   if   he   wants   her   far   &   far   away   from   him,   or   to   have   her   awfully   close.   such   terrifying   thought.   sigh   rolls   down   his   tongue,   blue   eyes   travelling   to   her   side,   instantly   locked.   ‘’   out   of   all   places,   you   decided   to   sit   here.   why?   do   you   need   something?   ‘’   evil   smile   follows   through,   not   leaving   her   out   of   his   sight.   ‘’   or   did   you   just   miss   me?   it’s   okay,   you   can   tell   me.   i   won’t   judge.   ‘’

[siocbit]

“  you should be scared of me. i like that you’re not.  ”  <33

a solemn look etched onto the ice queen’s face as quentin spoke, gentle hands moving from her lap as they raised to cup his face. “ quentin . . “ the word ghosted past emma’s lips — eyes shining, like a diamond itself, as they gazed into the man’s own. it was true . . lots of people were afraid of him, of mysterio. but . . that was the territory when it came to mutants, no matter how much she wished it were not true.

the pads of her thumbs rubbed gently against quentin’s skin as emma sighed, leaning forehead so her forehead rested against his own. a comforting gesture, intimate. “ i could never be afraid of you, sugar. “ the words soft as breath ghosted against his own. “ i’m afraid i am in it for the long haul, despite what the world may think of you. “ emma teased softly, trying to lighten the mood as lips raised- pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

” i love you, quentin beck . . nothing in the world will ever change that fact. “

[athasliath]

larys uses his hand to tip theon's chin up, blue eyes peered into the greyjoy's. "you are a terrible liar."

the man's touch under his chin made a soft chill go down theon's spine, blue grey eyes staring up into larys's own. the man was much taller than he, despite the hunch he typically had. his words made the greyjoy let out a soft huff of breath. he wanted to laugh, to tell him to piss off and go who knows where.

instead, he simply narrowed his eyes- a wolfish grin turning up against edges of lips. " i may be a terrible liar, but at least some may be stupid enough to believe it. " not larys, though. never larys.

" that is a skill some may use to their advantage, no? “ words sharp against his tongue as sly grin got bigger. the kraken took a step forward, eyes crinkling softly as theon tilted his chin up more to meet his gaze. “ someone like you, lord strong, perhaps? “

[growstrong]

[ DANCE ] — sender pulls receiver into a dance, but not on a dance floor ; in the midst of somewhere unconventional ( such as a kitchen or balcony ) , for a quiet, private dance, that may be more of gentle swaying than proper dancing

the night was still young as margaery looked over the balcony, admiring the sights and sounds of king's landing once the sun was down. auburn curls loose around her shoulders as her hands smoothed down the material of her evening gown. it was nights like this where the tyrell woman felt as if she could relax, to just . . watch.

she could hear someone walking up behind her, head barely turning to address whoever it may be before her hand is grabbed at gently. body pulled towards the person's chest as icy hues looked up at aegon. a small smile registered on margaery's rosy lips as their hands locked together- feeling aegon's hand finding home against the small of her back.

the two began to sway gently, the woman's free hand winding up to rest upon the royal's shoulder. " well hello to you too, your grace. " margaery had hummed, eyes crinkling as her smile reached them. the action was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. shifting her stance, margaery rested her head against aegon's chest as they swayed in place- eyes shutting briefly as she enjoyed this shared moment between them. " i do not know what caused this, but . . it is nice. "

[svnfyres]

what if remi cradles his face in her gentle palms, hm? strokes her thumb under his eyes? peppers his face with tender tender kisses & loud, audible mwah! sounds? “so handsome! so intelligent!”

the feeling of remilia's hands resting so gently on the sides of his face made the prince pause , violet hues staring down at the dragonborn in surprise. the soft caress of her thumbs under his eyes made them shut briefly - aegon could feel himself leaning into the touch. he had never been treated so . . gently. like he was a fragile little thing to be cherished. like he was delicate glass.

but before he could even speak , the woman began to pepper his face with soft kisses - the prince being pulled down at the action. his eyes flicking open as remilia's lips came into contact with his skin over and over again. aegon sputtered softly , lips pursed tight as violet hues widened. handsome . . intelligent. the words made his face start to flush a soft hue , gulping gently at the sudden affections.

" i do not thi- " the prince began to reply , his words cut off as the woman's lips connected with his own - his thoughts drowned out completely as he sighed. caving into the touch , aegon pulled remilia closer towards him - hands resting on her waist. " you have certainly done it now , zaldrizes. "

[vmprre]

he    wears    the    smell    of    blood    and    death    like    a    perfume.    she    should’ve    known.    should’ve    seen    it    coming.    DANCING    WITH    THE    DEVIL.    his    hands    covered    with    blood.    the    same    hands    touching    her.    comforting    her.    warm,    gentle.    kind.    not    knowing    it’s    the    same    hands    that    killed.    he    who    takes    and    takes    -    it    is    never    enough.    hunger    for    power    and    so    much    more.    but    little    does    he    know    .  .  .    it’s    him    who’s    stuck.    him    who’s    not    under    control    anymore.    him    who’s    close    to    lose    everything    he    once    upon    a    time    wanted    and    longed    for.    and    all    because    of    her.    not    realising    she    had    been    his    weak    spot    all    along.    he    likes    to    neglect    it,    the    devil    within    him    trying    to    convince    himself    of    the    fact    he’s    only    doing    this    because    of    her    magic.    strong    arms    wrapped    around    fragile    body,    bringing    her    closer    to    his    chest    as    a    smile    curls    up    fleshed    lips.    ‘’    hey,    beautiful.    ‘’    a    moment    passes    by,    taking    her    in,    dark    eyes    fixated    on    the    girl,    knowing    all    too    well    she’s    not    been    herself    lately.    he    sees    it,    feels    it    :    the    fear,    the    anger,    the    pain.    mystic    falls    has    been    DANGEROUS    lately    &    he    thinks    it’s    swallowing    her    whole.    ‘’    are    you    okay?    i    heard    about    the    girl    . . .    she    didn’t    make    it.    i’m    sorry,    bon.    ‘’

[violenthunted]

the case ends early, without any flourish. a rather straight-forward situation, with a child recovered early enough that he will probably find a way to get past the traumatic events. his parents are overjoyed, and reid has to turn away from their cries of relief. not from disgust, exactly — more like envy. a crude feeling he does not wish to study in any way, shape or form. their work trip ends well. something that does not happen often, which of course calls for a celebration. the place they have left their stuff at is nice and clean and relatively welcoming. the town is small enough that the party will not be invaded by outsiders. most of all, they desperately need a break — a break from the restless succession of cases and corpses and violence. spencer does not remember the last time he went to get a drink with his colleagues instead of collapsing on a bed that is not his, shirt half-opened and shoes barely taken off.

the night off is clearly necessary, but the fact that they all gather around beers and cocktails is a happy incident. at first, all morgan had asked for was for a game of cards. he knows the danger of playing with reid, of course, so the shift happens quickly : from game to magic tricks to drinks. the night goes smoothly, with laughter and jokes about events that they have collected along the way like precious stones, greedily, for they were too rare not to.

spencer isn't drunk exactly since he hasn't consumed anything except a beer. but alcohol on an empty stomach gets the job done anyway : he feels slightly buzzed, happily drifting away from clear consciousness. he is happy just to sit and listen as juno recalls events and stories that david seems happy enough to ask her about. one by one, his friends leave : morgan and garcia, his arm around her waist as she babbles about codes and programs that would make the job "so much more fun". derek's smile is so sweet spencer doesn't even have to wonder what is hiding behind it. emily, rossi and hotch end up leaving together, all discussing quietly. the only true mark of levity is the absence of lines between hotch's brows. david's enigmatic smile hasn't faltered at all. only emily's behavior seems slightly off in the tame light of the bar — with the way she tilts closer to them in order to capture the softly spoken words. garcia tried to outdrink her, and lost — but not by far, it seems.

spencer and juno are the last to leave. he caught their friends leaving one by one, but only through snippets ; most of is attention is on juno as she speaks of a book she read in the plane. if it were up to him, they would never leave the place — but here she is, taking her jacket. there is nothing more to say and he finds himself lacking in questions, his brain too hesitant to speak of anything at all, so they have no choice but to depart. on the way, he wishes for a distraction ; for her stomach to make a sound, so that he could take her to dinner. for something to happen, anything that would force them to stay together. just one more hour. one more minute. but nothing happens and soon enough, he has taken her home, which is to say he has wallked her all the way to her hotel room.

perhaps it is that his state makes him braver than he usually is. perhaps it is that he has been thinking of it for years now. if a thousand things have always been between them, preventing any evolution in their dynamic, these things have come crumbling down with the passing years. he thinks of morgan's hand around garcia, the smile she sent his way. he thinks of jj, the way she threw herself in the arms of her husband knowing he'd catch her. he thinks of the kid's parents. how they held each other through the horror, and never faltered. not until their child was brought back to them, anyway. he thinks of his mother and how he will have no one left the day she dies. how, even now, he only has parts of her. loneliness gnaws at his bones, and his mind only knows quiet hours when juno is close.

maybe he is not any braver today than he was yesterday. maybe he is simply more desperate. more aware of the fact that she is going to get away from him and he will not survive it. maybe he wants her in unspeakable ways and can no longer find it in himself to pretend otherwise. all that matters is that, when their goodbyes have been spoken and the soft click of the door has rung out behind him, spencer does not move. twelve steps would take him to the elevator. five more and he'd get to the stairs. it would be terribly easy to do as he has always done, shoving his feelings down his throat and walking away from her. he knows that with a painful clarity. he could leave and never speak of the hesitation again. he has done it before, he could do it again in a heartbeat.

and yet. his knuckles tap against the wooden door. slowly, at first, and then faster. he won't be brave for much longer and he needs to do this right. (meaning if he doesn't do it now, he never will) the door takes a moment longer to open, and he finds juno a little more disheveled than he left her ; shoes off, her jacket abandoned somewhere in the room. spencer has never had any doubt whatsoever about juno's beauty but once again he is in awe. he knows that there are geometrical theories and mathematical equations to explain why she is so pleasing to the eye. yet despite this, he cannot help but believe that some of it is simply juno — she is beautiful as nature or art is beautiful. not for reasons exterior to itself, but simply because it exists in its own unique ways. he could spend an eternity watching her and he would not get bored, not even grow restless. in fact, he has spent countless hours following her every move, and he has always found something worthy to admire. she is a strange creature. one he wishes he could study closer, closer, not just with eyes but hands and mouth. his own desire is a monster he does not know how to destroy.

his humanity always comes as a surprise ; how he can hunger and thirst for such trivial things. even other people seem surprised of the fact that, at the end of the day, spencer reid is just a man. yet in juno's presence, reid has never felt like anything but. he wants her. he wants her the way he wanted her when he was younger, badly and excessively and sometimes even jealously. tonight he is tired of pretending otherwise.

she must have a question on her tongue, perhaps wondering what he is doing, if he has forgotten something, but it cannot be spoken before he moves forward. her face is captured by his hands, a soft hold. spencer leans toward her, his shadow eating away all her personal space. a few steps are taken, so he can close the door with the back of his heel.

he knows it is surprising. he knows that she might have not realized the effects she has on him — the way the flush on her cheeks makes him yearn, how when she speaks of something he doesn't know, he wishes she would whisper the pieces of information against his throat. he knows this is all in his head but god — years of fantasy and he is tired of abandoning her at the end of the night, not knowing if she regrets it as much as he does. for a moment, he thought juno and derek... well, a stupid conclusion that had saved him from admitting to himself what he actually felt.

now, though, spencer is willing to be brave. he even is willing to admit he is so stupid when it comes to her. "tell me," he starts, his breath probably smelling a little like stale beer. he'd apologize, except his hands have moved from her cheeks to her hair, and the long curls have him already weak in the legs. whatever the painters thought of when they talked about beauty, spencer knows they thought of her. like this. face flushed, lips slightly open, surprise and something else... something he cannot name. "tell me if you don't..." but then the thought dies on his lips, and he simply does what he has been dying to do for years. he leans forward, captures @suarcz 's lips with his, and prays she won't try to shoot him in the chest for invading her personal space.

[foradio]

❛ you are being so fucking weird, man. ❜

the demon chuckled lowly as tara spoke , crimson hues staring down at them as alastor’s head tilted slightly. much like a curious animal , the noise bubbling from his throat sounding staticky and warped. “ why thank you , my dear. i’ll take that as a compliment. “ the demon’s form bowed slightly , lowering so the two were now eye to eye. “ what’s the fun in being . . plain? “ the man added , tsk’ing softly to themself as they gazed at their companion.

“ so , my dear tara- “ the static spoke up once more , alastor’s big grin still plastered on his face. “ to what do i owe the pleasure today? “

[beauforte]

stay here with me. vanessa

all   suffering   originates   from   craving,   from   attachment,   from   desire.   and   he   hopes   she   knows   how   hard   he   tried.   he   did   everything   he   possibly   could   to   make   her   better,   to   do   better.   it   was   simply   out   of   his   control.   his   reputation,   his   money,   his   resources   .  .  .   nothing   could   FIX   her.   for   a   long   time,   he   accepted   it.   he   couldn’t   tell   her   what   to   do.   she   was   his   best   friend,   nothing   less,   nothing   more.   but   oh,   he   did   love   her.   loved   her   like   no   one   else.   loved   her   more   than   he   was   supposed   to.   he   still   does.   but   that   one   night,   the   accident   by   the   pool,   it   pushed   him   over   the   edge.   for   the   first   time   in   life,   he   threatened   her.   she   would   either   fix   herself,   or   she   would   never   see   a   glimpse   of   him   ever   again.   and   here   they   are   :   in   the   middle   of   nowhere,   stuck   in   his   car,   in   front   of   the   world’s   leading   &   discrete   luxury   mental   health   treatment’s   building.   he   inhales,   avoiding   her   gaze,   jaw   tightly   clenched   together.   he   can’t   look   at   her,   because   he   knows   he’ll   give   in.   HE   DOESN’T   WANT   TO   LEAVE   HER   BEHIND.   he   wants   to   keep   her   close,   wants   to   take   care   of   her.   make   her   feel   better.   but   they’ve   been   there   -   he   tried,   countless   of   times   before.   it   didn’t   work.   ‘’   go   inside,   vanessa.   we   talked   about   this.   ‘’   he’s   cold,   distant.   moment   passes   by,   blue   eyes   travelling   up   just   to   find   her   very   own.   he   reaches   out   for   her,   tucking   a   strand   of   hair   behind   her   ear,   head   tilted.   ‘’   you’re   strong.   you   can   do   this.   i   know   you   can.   ‘’

[b4dwulf]

abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue .

this was a feeling you had felt many times, at least . . with your own doctor. you had kissed tentoo many times, under many different circumstances. but this? you hadn’t expected this at all. your ten. your doctor. his lips upon your own, unexpectedly, abruptly . . the action drew the air from your lungs. like you were a fish out of water and he was the one thing keeping you from dying.

there was a soft gasp against ten’s own lips, yet you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around his neck. trying to pull him closer and closer, till your bodies melded into one. in truth, technically you two had kissed once many years ago . . but your consciousness was not your own. it didn’t count.

reluctantly you had to pull away, the need of air in your lungs evident as your face flushed. hazel eyes looked up at the doctor as rose smiled gently, searching his own eyes for an answer. some kind of sign as to what warranted the kiss.

‘ what was that for? ‘ you asked softly, your fingers gently messing with the hair on the nape of the doctor’s neck. ‘ i certainly enjoyed it, but- doctor . . ‘ rose’s voice got quiet as your train of thought faded, free hand moving up to cup the doctor’s cheek. you missed him. ‘ after all this time? you finally got the courage, huh? ‘

[growstrong]

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  . (even a little rainstorm idk i think of garden walks)

the gardens of king's landing had always been one of her favorites. it was almost as if she were back home in highgarden amongst the flora and fauna. margaery twirled a single rose in her hands as she strolled through the grounds, taking in all the sites and smells before hearing that familiar rumble of a storm brewing. oh how she hated storms . . they were too harsh and if too much water came, it could drown out a garden.

before she could even register where she could begin to leave the gardens, margaery felt the first few drops before the pour- cursing softly as she began to pick up her pace. soon enough, the woman was now drenched as she rushed through the isles. hands clasping at the bottoms of her dress as she hiked up the flowy material, not wanting it to get all muddy and dirty.

huffing gently to herself as she finally reached one of the gazebos, dark curls stuck to her face as she wiped some water from her eyes. sensing she was not alone- margaery turned her head slighty as she spotted larys also seeking shelter, the tyrell woman clearing her throat. " apologies, my lord. i had not seen you there. " the woman nodded curtly, gently trying to wring some of the water from her dress. " it is some weather . . i did not expect so much water in king's landing. "

[gaebrial]

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

feeling the robot’s hands reach up to cup their face , gabriel stared down at the woman with softened eyes - an almost purr like noise coming from their throat. leaning down a little , not wanting kitty to have to reach so far; the angel smiled gently. wings engulfing the both of them as they practically melted into the bot’s touch.

“ well , hello to you too. “ hummed gabriel , a hand moving up to rest against kitty’s own - their forehead leaning down to rest against hers. “ i don’t mind the staring , but . . i do not think i am supposed to be here. “ their voice lowered as gabriel spoke , anxiety lacing their tone as they reference the vee’s room they were in. of course , they’d love to see kitty anywhere- but they definitely felt like a trespasser in the lion’s den.

[vmprre]

salvatore    brothers.    everywhere    they    go    to    .  .  .    destruction,    grief    &    pain    follows.    she’s    stuck    in    the    middle    of    it.    caught    between    monsters.    no    way    to    run    from    it,    impossible    to    escape.    HERE    COMES    A    FEELING    YOU    THOUGHT    YOU’D    FORGOTTEN.    longing    for    a    shred    of    hope.    hope    that    his    brother    is    still    alive.    fighting    for    his    life.    fighting    for    everything    that’s    right.    damon    despised    him,    hated    everything    his    brother    stood    for    and    yet    .  .  .    here    he    stands,    eyes    locked    with    the    girl    who    would    go    to    the    end    of    the    world    for    his    brother.    ironic,    is    it    not?    the    good    brother    slowly    turning    into    something    hideous    when    the    evil    one    is    slowly    beginning    to    care.    oh,    leaving    town    crossed    the    mind    multiple    times.    but    leaving    her    here    to    die    -    it    was    just    something    he    couldn’t    do.    and    truthfully,    he    hated    it.    ‘’    just    get    some    sleep,    elena.    ‘’    sigh    full    of    defeat    follows    through,    dark    &    empty    eyes    slowly    finding    her    very    own.    ‘’    i    can’t    focus    on    finding    my    brother    and    babysit    you    at    the    same    damn    time.    ‘’    words    full    of    annoyance    escapes    the    vampire,    instantly    regretting    it    -    knowing    she’s    doing    the    best    she    can.    ‘’    just    .  .  .    get    some    rest.    okay?    i’ll    be    here.    you’re    safe.    ‘’

[violentlydone]

"miss di angelo", he greets, a file in his hands while he sits across from her. after a moment of silence (the tick tock of the clock their only company) he places the pile of paper down and presses his hands, flat, over the cold metal table. "do you know why we are keeping you here?" @infernocte