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Good Morning, Dear

Milan loved watching his Partner wake up. Henri were adorable when he was still fighting to get a hold of reality.

When Milan had been younger he had hated walking up early. It felt lonely and boring being awake when everyone else was asleep. That he did wake up early no matter how late he had gone to bet hadn't helped either. Being awake and not really, tired but unable to sleep again was in no way a good experience. More often then not it had taken him at leas t one cup of coffee to be of any use, so he had been unable to read or do some woken before anyone else had gotten up. Yet staying in bed hadn't really been an option either, what was he supposed to do, to antsy to actually lie still but not really awake enough to do anything else.

And when he had finally gotten himself out of bed, out of the limbo of not yet being ready to face the day while unable to slip back into oblivion, he had always been faced with the fact that non of the places he had ever lived had walls thin enough to do anything louder than avoiding creating floor borders and hiding in corners, trying and once again failing to read or work on paperwork.

So Milan hated waking up early, it was an annoying quirk of his that he just couldn't getting rid of, no matter how little he had slept or how exhausting the day before had been. No if he lacked sleep it would take him until normal people woke up to actually be able to take a nap again. Or it had been until he had found himself with Henri.

Henri was the first of the people he had ever been with that hadn't found his habit as if not more annoying than Milan himself. Instead when ever Milan moved to much again, or turned one of the lights one so he could read something Milan would either sleep though or half open his eyes smile at his partner murmur something that was mots of the time in comprehensible enough the blanked of sleep still covering Henri and just fall back asleep, if he even woke up. Henri slept rather deep when he wasn't yet ready to wake up, different to Milan Henri's sleep rhythm seemed to be dictated but only two things, his alarm clock but only after he had hit the snooze button as often as he possibly could and how longe it would take him to actually be well rested.

Henri's way of sleeping had started to make Milan happy to wake up so early for the first time. Henri's sleep rhythm was not only very different from Milan's but how he woke up was too. He would wake up slowly, not in one hit that forced him to wake up like Milan, no Henri woke up in away tat was like someone slowly turned a lite dimmer to it's brighter stetting. First he would turn and search for Milan's warmth or anything else he would grip onto like an octopus than he would start murmuring things often still obscured by sleep, after a few second he would become aware enough actually comprehend his surrounding and either, if Milan had already gotten up turn on his beck and sprawl out like a star fish before turning on his side and getting up. Or he would slowly look up to Milan and give him this adorably drowsy smile of his before burning his face in the crook of Milan's neck and sighing, before usually asking Milan about what ever he was doing while wanting for the least of the world to catch up with his annoying sleep rhythm. On some memorable occasions though when Milan had already gotten up but noticed on time that Henri would wake up soon and bring Henri his coffee to bed Henry would make still sleepy grabby hand as the cup and make one of his adorably exited noises, eyes still have closed.

Milan loved watching Henri wake up. It made waking up so early worth while. The fact that he also got cuddles out of the deal was certainly an upside, but just getting to watch Henri just slowly getting ready to face the world would have been enough.

Note

This got a little bit shorter, had things to do last afternoon and evening so i stared this basically after getting up. That's my excuse.

I thought about adding a kitchen scene describing how their mornings are if Milan doesn't catch Henri waking up but i kind of couldn't figure out how to fit that in so i didn't, maybe i will write it an other time.

I hope you have a nice week and a good weekend!

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This is such great run!

Laura Kinney & Bucky Barnes Laura Kinney: Wolverine (2024) #5

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TW: abandonment issues, feeling of being abundant

The pleading of someone left behind

Do me a favor

and tell me

when you don't have time

when I have lost enough

relevance for you to for get

for me to be the last

you think of

please tell me

when I get to much

when live has moved on

and left us apart

When you don't care 

for my attempts any longer

please notice what your doing

Tell me 

when you live 

has no space for

someone so loud

remember that 

I am trying

that i write and ask

because i care

I need you to tell me

you won't answer anymore

so i can understand

so i can let go

I know you 

may still care

But I'm no toy 

to put on a shelf

It's hard to show up

every time 

to tell you something

despite my fears

If you don't 

want to hear me

then tell me

Because I know

I'm loud and annoying

but pleas stop toying 

with me

I have lost before

hand have been kept

by people that don't

want to listen anymore

wont answer when asked

I know I can be to much

too caring

too buried in my interests

to stop talking

to eager to share

Pleas understand 

That i sill care

but i can't wait

indefinitely

I have lived

desperate for attention

holding on to long

before

If you care tell me

when you leave

so i can let you go

I will be here 

when you come back

should you ever

return to my grasp

but if you leave me

bleeding and alone

the doors will close 

for you

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Hi, did this get a lot longer than planed? yes.

So much so that I asked my proofreader if they thought it was bad, they said the rambling fit the kind of poem this is so I will trussed hem on that.

Hope I gave you something to think about before taking people for granted or just let relationships mellow out only on your side.

Anyway, hope you have a niche weekend a great week!

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I'm considering buying my first binder (have for the past year, l'm just a coward.)

And I wanted to ask if people who use one and have little more body fat if you would recommend like binders that go to the end of the rib cage or longer ones.

I ask because someone told me thy would be uncomfortable with shorter binders thinking it presses the body fat under the binder more outwards.

Also for people with sensory issues, I saw some with zippers and wanted to ask if you have any experience with them and what they are.

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Spring Heart

If you opened up 

my heart

you would find

a garden wild

filled with 

flowers of all kind

and a fox that hides

Half is in bloom

of spring

already recovering

of the winter harsh

The other 

still frozen in fear

still covered in snow

to protect form pain 

The winter was long

and still holds on

after months of fight

The frost still there

even after opening

up to the warmth again

the young live

of spring flowers 

still fragile 

yet prepared to withstand

the frost still hunting them

The even the fox

is still half sleeping

their nose only peeking

out of their hole

but the warmth

is coming 

new live returning

what stayed still waking

Don' freeze it again

Don't trample down 

what has regrows

Be kind to

the sleepy animals

they have known pain

before everything froze

If you brake to much

you might learn

that the cold is 

ready to hold 

the garden in it's save 

embrace again

Note:

Hi, it's been a while since I wrote a poem.

Hope you like it.

I really loved this prompted.

I also really like the thought of your heart being a garden just for your self and who ever you allow in your little eco system of interests and things you love.

Have a niche weekend and good week!

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So I am super found of Yelena she is a great character

I do not ship her, not in the romantic sense at least. (My aroace queen)

I think though that she has a vibe that just screams „I adopt siblings like it‘s nothing“.

Banter and fighting with Kate!

Trying to protect bob. Even if he doesn’t really need it. And the jokes that she makes

Her non malicious distain for John!

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I love Bob and Yelena's realtionship as much as the next guy but could we please remeber that Yelena is canonicly AroAce? They are at least as cool platonicly as romantic! They could absolutly be Siblings or just very close friends!

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it’s disability pride month so i want to talk about one of my least favorite stigmas around celiac disease

in lots of media, being gluten free is played as a joke or something someone is to be annoying/pretentious. the amount of times i’ve heard jokes like that is honestly disheartening.

it also doesn’t help with the general population’s belief that celiac disease/gluten sensitivities are not serious. i’ve been diagnosed with celiac disease for 3 years now, i’ve been gluten free for about 4, and it has substantially improved my quality of life. i can’t afford risking cross-contamination because it leaves me sick for days. nearly every time i have a reaction to gluten, it’s hard for me to even drink water the next day because my body is an absolute mess. i’m miserable and fatigued for days until my body heals. not to mention the long term effects that have left me unable to stand/walk around for extended periods of time because my joints are pretty weak.

being gluten free NEEDS to be taken seriously. it’s not a choice i’ve made because i’m hoping on the latest fad, its not a preference, it’s an autoimmune disorder.

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tw: queer used as a slur, child abuse, physical abuse, homophobia

Sunrise Love

Lila watched the sun rise over the lake, it was really beautiful. So peaceful. Lila had always liked mornings, right before the sun rose. When no one but her was awake, no one who was rested or sober enough to care what she did. Or who she did. Who she kissed, or who's she held. 

Those were the moments she was allowed to be herself. In the silent that no night could offer, when people still went to parties or just drank together. In a peace she had at no other time. That didn't mean she necessarily disliked parties, or a night out with friends. Even if it it only a select few she could be herself with. Days were a completely different story for most of her live Lila hadn't been able to be herself had had to be so careful. Had done her best to not look to long at an other woman, to act like the boys in her school had any appeal to her. Lila had learned very early on that it was not acceptable for girls to look at other girls in the way she did. Her father had made sure of that. Had made sure that she understood what he thought of the queers whens he showed the barest of signs that she could be one of them. She had learned very fast to hide her attraction to other women. 

As far as a scumbag of a father like hers could bring any good, his lesson had probably saved her ass a couple of times. In more than one way. The first was that she learned to bullshit other's very well. The other much to his dismay she found that if there was no way to make him happy there was no reason in trying, if she did things he didn't like and in a way he didn't find out it gave her at least a small bit of power back.

He also made her fear going against the expectations of anybody from with vigor. She might have given up on ever making him happy, of ever preventing him form raising his hand against her, but the same wasn't true for everybody else. She still feared the anger of others, their hate, for anything.

Had hid who she was, until she met others like her. Others that lied, others that feared what they would think of the person they actually were. Some less then others. People that introduced her to a community of others who had to hide. People who met in bars where they could be with their own, even if they still had to fear the raids of these places of people ripping apart their one place of community. 

Lila had liked meeting people, had liked the community. But she had never been found of parties. To loud to many people she didn't know and couldn't predict. People so filled with anger against the unjust system. She disliked big gatherings but she also couldn't be all that picky, the nights were the only time she could be with her own. Show at least some of who she was. It took a while longer to find friends that she could meet with outside of the bars and hide outs. Even longer until she fond something more than short flings, short moments of warmth in early mornings in which she could pretend she had found someone to love someone to hold. More than Short relationships that crumbled under the pressure of having to hide. 

That was until she found her. Esther. Her star. The most beautiful kind hearted woman. She was like the sun. They met in one of the few queer bars, or rather in front of one fo the queer bars in the city Lila had moved to ass soon as she could afford to find a place away from the small town she had grown up in. Lila was loud and beautiful and seemed to be friends with everyone, someone untouchable to Lila. Until it was just the two of them that first night in front of the bar smoking. Talking about stars and music.

It took a surprisingly short time for it to become clear that Esther was the one for Lila, despised them being very different people. They had moved into the same apartment half a year later. Had gotten their first cat two months after that. And when Lila's old man had finally shuffled of this mortal plain Esther had gone to the funeral with Lila. 

The two women had found a peace and dependability in each other that seemed so unachievable for people like them. Even in the midst of Lila's rural home town, a place they had to pretend more than ever before not to be who they were, they had that peace. 

Two months after that Esther had introduced Lila to her parents, not as her roommate, like they did to everyone else but her partner. To Lila's utter surprise the two had been overjoyed. Had even asked Lila to come with them on vacation to their holly day house on the sea side.

Lila could hear food steps on the sand. 

"Good morning, dear" she said smile deepening the wrinkles on her face as she turned to the stunning woman walking her way. It had been fore decades now and still Esther radiated with the greatest beauty Lila had ever been blessed to witness. "Good morning, darling." Ester greeted her "I though i wold find you here" she said before reaching out for Lila and kissing her. With out shame, which out having to look over her shoulder. 

So much had chanced in all the time the two had known each other. It still wasn't easy being like them, but they could be more open now, could kiss even after sunrise.

Note:

i really want to write something for pride. Tomorrow is the CSD Parade in my town and I'm hyped and scared because a) this is the first time i'm going to go on my own and b) there is a good chance that i'm going to get a meltdown or close to one. because it don't handle loud noise and crowds all that well.

Thanks for the great prompt! To the Flash Fiction Friday team!

Hope you have a nice weekend and a great week!

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When i saw this i made an unholy screech like some kind of very pissed off genetically modified rat and immediately started the episode!

Welcome, delicious humans, to the Season Two Premiere of Good Morning Evildoers!

Please join us at the lair under Denver International Airport after a quick update by a keen local reporter at XTTY: Independent Internet News and Music for Fort Collins, Loveland, and Longmont.

(Important health update regarding Coelacanth included.)

Apple Link:

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/good-morning-evildoers/id1777113654?i=1000713881429

Amazon Link:

https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/756faf9c-2ed1-481b-82bb-e075497fbe91/episodes/08c1a5bd-d5d3-42db-9306-fea5ca4ca840/good-morning-evildoers-s2e1-pick-up-sticks

Castbox Link:

https://castbox.fm/app/castbox/player/id6335160/id820760802?v=8.22.11&autoplay=0

Spotify Link:

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CW: implied sex work, death of character

Price of Caring

Someone has to die. That's Donia is sure of it. Someone had to pay for this and she was sure they wouldn't make much of an effort of searching. They would find someone convenient to get over with it as fast as possible. To keep face. 

There was blood everywhere. covering the floor, some had gotten on the what or even reached the ceiling, the expensive sheets covering the bed were ruined. The patron had crawled out of it and over the floor. He had mad it of the bed and into the middle of the room. An admirable fed considering the condition his corps was in. Darling hadn't been that lucky, the woman was still lying on the bed. Or at least Donia assumed it was Darling lying there unmoving beautiful chestnut curls seeming to frame her face, or was it blood. Hard to say from the threshold that Donia had not yet been able to cross. Torn between a need to check on her college, a woman that like her was stuck in this place, lacking any better options and running to get help. Not because Donia had any illusions on the survival of Darling at least, but because she really didn't want to appear like she had any connection to what had happened here, what had happened to the rich parton specifically, it was not like any one ever cared what happened to the women working here, especially the one serving patrons directly. 

This could be her end. Her death. If she died who would take care of Inara, Caiwen and Win. Who would make sure that her children wouldn't end up like her or worse like Darling. Someone had to look after them,had to stir them away from the ally's and places like these. Places that only brought ruin on the people working there. Nothing but blood bags and entertainment to the beings of the night to things worse than them. 

Darling would leave people behind too, she had toled Donia once that she had a son and took care of on nephews and a two nieces. She had needed the extra money that came with the position of one of the girls, the entrainment, being the food. Had with stood the humiliation of it all, of being looked down upon by people outside even more than women like Donia where, women who stayd in the shadows avoided interactions. Yet darling had held her had up, had stood plowed against the wipers of ones more fortunate the onshore that didn't need to work in places like this, and had even had become one of the most sought after women in this establishment. Had become the darling of the house. 

Donia had had nothing but respect for her, respect and some admiration, for a woman so capable of caring, of truing into someone else for the ones she loved. Who took on so much more danger than Donia herself ever dared to do. 

the body on the man on the floor twitched. That started Donia out of her stupor. Made her jump back over the threshold she had been frozen on. An embarrassing squeak sound leaving her lips. The man groaned. That brought Donia back to herself enough to turn around and run, screaming for help like she should have done much earlier. 

This would not end well. Some one had to pay. Not for Darling of course not for one of the women paid to take this risk of serving the needs of things far more dangerous than any of them could ever be. But maybe, just maybe, if the man survived so would Donia. Maybe she wouldn't have to pay, wouldn't have to leave her children behind with what little savings she had been able to collect. Maybe she could even help out Darlings family, like they had done for some of the other women, find their families or at least keep an eye on them, keep them for ending up dead or worse. Make sure that they would be prepared for the live in the Allies, maybe even give them the opportunity to decide not to end up in places like this, even if they certainly payed better than the stingy bars and poor human artisans did. Ask for Darlings name, not the one she used here, as the charming woman that could pleasure her patrons but the one that had told Donia about the children in her care with such warmth, the one that had told Donia when Win had gotten ill for the first time how to best take care of him. 

But for that she had to survive. Had to make sure no one could fault her for her actions. 

Oh how she missed Darling all ready, she had always been the best at talking someone out of trouble. Had always had her back. A person like her had not deserved the fate that had befallen her, not the gruesome end that she had met. Not of them ever did.

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hi, here I am again,

I had a migraine while wirting this. So it has probably some problems that I'm gonna do my best fixing when I feel better because I still have some echos of that headache currently.

I think people should be respected for their choices to go into sex work, I also think we should consider how dangerous it is for some people and how many do so under pressure. I know this is not the man focus of the story and I don't especially stat that that is what It is, and it certainly is not the only thing that is required of women like Darling, but I still tough it would stat this.

have a nice weekend and a good week!

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For some fuck up reason my edition of Frankenstein has a 63 page longe introduction (chronology, introduction, further reading list, Notes on the text) before it even gets to the author’s introduction not to mention the actual story. Which would have been all fine and well if it didn’t contain like a short list of live events AND a hole short biography of Marry Shelley, as if one would not suffice. As well as repeated mentioning of themes in the text that I would really have liked to suss out myself when reading it the first time or like read up on after I read the text and got my own impressions of it!

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I’m fucking obsessed with @goodmorningevildoers .

I listened to the first season like tree times in the first three weeks and really want to write fanfic for it

I now for the first time ever actually bought the extra content for an show I ever listened to.

But I would really like to ask about locations of Global Synergy Amalgamated in other countries for example in the EU.

Are there more than one person responsible for HR or does Winifred have to manage the whole thing?

I can’t wait for the next season!

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CW: Transphobia, Infidelity, power difference

Truth and lie

The stables smelled the same way they always did, of sweat, horse shit and something so distinctly the smell of the animals inhabiting it. A mixture of smells that stuck to clothing and skin that even on washday it was hard to get rid of. it was a smell often described as unpleasant. 

Joe liked it. It was the smell of a place he had been allowed to be himself, never had a horse judged him for his looks or questioned who he was. Never had a horse spit at him. He had grown up in a stable, and now he worked in one. It was like a home to him. Wherever he was hired, the smell as, if not the same, than similar. The young man was rather sure that he had spend more time with horses than he had ever done at home, no matter how much his mother had despised the fact that his father took him there. A place she deemed unsuitable for her child. Or rather for Joe of all her children. His father had taken him anyway. Had told his wive that even Joe could use to learn how to do the work, it was not like any of their children would every be able to afford a family in which not everyone went out to earn much needed coin.

That hadn't been completely right, a stable hand still earned better than a factory worker ever did, but Joe's father hadn't budged.And when he and Joe's mother, as well as so many of Joe's siblings fell ill with the illness befalling so many it had turned out to be a blessing. 

After his father and mother both fell to the illness, Joe's year in the stables his father had worked at, payed off. He knew his way around horses as well as any other man. if not better, which made it far easier for him to find a job at an other stable. One he could feed his younger siblings with. Though He had to cut his hair, bind his chest and change his name that had been a small price for being able to feed the hungry mouths waiting at home. A price it had turned out that had freed Joe more than anything. Had given him the chance to feel like his live fit him rather than he it, for the first time. It had given him the chance to find out one truth about himself. That living as a man was, or rather being one in all way that mattered, the name, the appearance the hard work, was what he was meant to be. It hadn't felt wrong one day of his live. 

Or it hadn't until he had fallen in love, until someone else had fallen for him too. The Lords young wive of all people. A beautiful woman, that wore the dresses and long hair, the higher voice and behavior of a woman better than he had at any point in his live. She was beautiful, yet strong minded. A woman to be reckoned with, yet she wasn't cruel, like some of the other people he had worked for before. 

She appeared to love horses as much as he did, respected them in a way so few of the high calls geezers seemed to do. Understood that they were living beings as much as she. But he kindness didn't end with them. She thanked the stable hands when they handed her her horse already prepared for her to mount. Sometime even chatted with them, asked about their families and children, remembered their names. 

It would have been hard not to fall for her. no matter how much he knew he shouldn't. When she had started to show favor for him too, Joe was overwhelmed, conflicted. This was his Mistress, A married woman at that. he had tried to keep his distance. But their relationship had progressed anyway had become something a kind to a flirtation and than something more. 

When they kissed for the first time, was when Joe started to regret everything, not the kiss or the love he had started to feel for that woman, not even something rooted in a fear of her husband's wrath, even if that certainly was a thing that worried him, he had people to take care of. No his regret was rooted in one fact, the fact that he was not born a man, a fact that would be come obvious to the woman he had fallen for should she ever dare to touch his chest for longer than a second, but the latest should they ever naked informant of each other. 

He didn't want this didn't want to feel like he was lying to her. He loved her, he as a man, but than was he really, was that second truth he was so sure of himself, one that would hold up in the eyes of an other, in hers? or would she call him an abomination, would hate him, inform the law man of his misdeed? 

Would these two truths be enough for her to understand the lie, the secret of his past, of his body he had done his best to hide for so long?

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Hi, i didn't think would make it this week.

I basicly waited till like two hours ago to start this and when I did I wasn't sure I would actually write more than like 100 words.

I actually like the result.

Have a great week and a relaxing weekend

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CW: mention of Murder

Return for peace

Rave had done her best to leave her past behind, had become close to indistinguishable form the crowed around her, done so effectively had slipped into the roll of a gold smith form a different town with very little effort. Adapting had always been one of her strengths, she wouldn't have survived this long had it not been. 

And yet she had been unable to leave some of he habits behind, some she knew to disguise far to well, ones that had been a matter of live and death. Stopping the well trained awareness of her surroundings, or the constant assessment of the danger other's could pose to her had turned out to be an impossibility, though it has seemed feasible in the first moths of her stay in the town. Some of her struggle certainly came for the uncertainty, form the fear of being found out. 

Rave hadn't expected the hunt for her head that had started after she had left him. No that wasn't quite right she had been prepared for wanted posters with list of the vile crimes she had committed. She had been ready for city watches and some fools with a lacking sens of self preservation. What she had not been prepared for had been the messengers that were sent to search for her as a woman, rather than the monster. She hadn't expected for Falcon to care enough for such dramatics. He could have found another proficient assassin in to time, an other woman with the talent of getting rid of his opponents. Women with a background whose family that would be more beneficial than the one he had come up with for her. 

In the beginning had been highly inefficient, but only that. But than the city's Lord had decided that getting into the favor of one of them most powerful man in the country could be rather useful. 

He had actually start sending out his gurads to inform the overseers of the port and some of the city watch to look for her, for the woman that had just left her husband with out a word, the woman that cold man had loved enough to worrie for her. That was of cause bullshit, Falcon didn't care for her, she was use full and die disguise of his wive had just made it easier to get into places with out an effort, and in some cases getting rid of others. It also made it a lot easier to keep her close. 

Since the Lord had decided that being on Falcon's good side would be use full laying low had gotten a lot harder, it appeared that Falcon had sent a painting of her with the messenger asking for, or probably rather ordering the recipient to help. 

The worried had started do degrade the little peace that she had been able to achieve hiding with her new identity. Away for the lies and intrigues of court. A place she for the first time been free. 

When the house searches started something broke in her. Something like hope. Something faille she had been able to build over the past years. First away from the assassins gild, surprisingly under the watch of the man she had married and served, the man she had left behind to find herself, to become a person that wasn't dependent on a master. A woman that was softer and less calculating than the assassin she had been so long she didn't remember who she was before.

And when that thing broke it freed an anger she hadn't thought she had, one at the man couldn't just let her be, the man that still seemed to see her as his property. 

That was the reason she now stood in front of a wall she hadn't climbed since she had met Falcon. There had been no need, she had lived in the same house hand been able to reach it though corridors or if there was need for discretion one of the secret passage ways. That wasn't that often though, there was very few moments if was suspicious for a wive to visit her husband.

Despite of how few times she had scaled this part of the castle's wall it felt familiar. Felt like returning in shame. But that wasn't what she was doing this was revenge a freeing form what still connected her to him. His search and to her disgrace some sentimentality for him on her part. 

She would free herself to day would finally get rid of what little was still threatening her chance at peace. And with that resolve Rave pulled her self though the window it to a room she knew so well, even if she had spent only few nights in it. It was peaceful, seemed to embrace her, like a warm hug of a lover.

It was more cluttered that it had ever been while she had lived with Falcon. It maps covered the floor, ripped peaces of paper were scattered around as if tough in anger, going by the writing on it, they belonged to correspondences. 

And than her eyes landed on him, sitting in his bed, he seemed to have fallen asleep over some work. His head had slumped onto his chest and his hands rested on his sides. It was kind of adorable. 

It also was her chance to get him of guard to get an advantage in the fight she couldn't avoid. He may not be an assassin like her but he had the kind of light sleep only people that had to fear an attack at all times had. 

She slowly came closer grip strong on her favorite knife, doing her best to avoid making a sound. When she reached him she sopped for a second, looked at his peaceful face, at the long lashes the sharp cheek bones. It itched her to touch it. 

"I missed you, Ravenna" his voice was huscy form sleep but carried that emotion the could never quite pinpoint. She put her nive at his though, it was more of a reflex than a conscious effort. Yet she didn't cut into it didn't sue her advantage while she still had it. 

"Why did you sent them?" her voice was far stronger than she felt

"You a bright woman, couldn't you think of something?" Orin falcon had the audacity to sound amused. 

"There could have been far easier ways to get rid of me." 

Something on his face fell. "You know I could never do that."

Note:

Listen I'm in a writers slump, this is not my best work and I should probably learn how to write dialogue better.

I'm partly in a writing slump because I am scared of trying a lot of things I want to do (romance is one of them) or try regarding my writing. Dialoge is one of them.

This also got a lot longer than planed I had to actually cut some stuff for the first time for this challenge.

I hope you have a nice weekend

And have a great week!

[colection-of-chaos]

I think i know the world just a little and I always find out Im wrong. I get used to new truths until those are wrong too. My eyes adjust to artificial light. The world is something I find I know nothing of, despite it containing all I do know.

I know nothing. I guess we may be fragments of people , flesh bumping around in the void. I wonder if this is freedom; I wonder if we are the patterns in these fragments, built layers upon built layers. I wonder if nothing is true, does that mean anything can be real?

[colection-of-chaos]

I think a sphinx would make for a great therapist