dawnled

[dawnled]

hello again, angel / @the-composer !

"Hi, pretty boy. Long time — still out there adventuring?"

'adventuring' ; it feels like such a small word for the things he's - no, they've all - said, done & seen. they've explored worlds, fought wars, de-throned villains, won, lost, laughed, cried, suffered grief, heartache, loss----

then again - what other word was there, for all the things they'd done? perhaps 'adventuring' was the most all - encompassing term that could be used for all of the weight on their shoulders.

he smiles, a small, half - mouthed thing, more a quirk of his lips from the question than anything, though the noise that rises from his chest threatens to sound bitter ; it escapes, but only after he's softened it, steeled himself to look up from his muddied reflection in his coffee cup to the somewhat-familiar youth before him.

he's not sure what he expected - it's been some time since they've last met, that he knows, but joshua still looks older than he thought he would ; or maybe it's a mixture of growing older and changing his style, which altogether makes him look more mature ( as if he didn't already anyway ).

either way, it's new - a welcome sight, riku thinks, for it's something familiar in this time of uncertainty, a warm sight for riku's sorry, sore eyes. riku can only wonder how he looks, in turn.

"something like that,"

he responds, and even to himself, now, he sounds tired,

"it's---- been a rough time. but i'm glad to see you. how about you? what have you been up to?"

[dawnled]

apparently the last time i interacted with cece was an ask back in may 2020 . time really is a lie . ( it was cute times though , as rapunzel deserves )

[dawnled]

iiiiiitty bitty inbox call so i can at least be somewhat productive and try open up some interactions .

[dawnled]

an ask in my inbox nearly instantly after following (i definitely haven't had this blog for a year and just not gone through on following people again, time's a lie) and an angsty answer to an ask i sent v recently - twewy mutuals you're killing me today <3

[dawnled]

Send me a word or theme and " + drabble " and I will write a dabble / one-shot surrounding the given word.

Bonus: if you include " ft. " and a character or muse name, it will center around an interaction between the two or a group.

[dawnled]

PROMPTS THAT START WITH "I NEED..." *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

i need to go away for a while.

i need you to start trusting me.

i need things to go smoothly this time.

i need everyone to calm down.

i need you to stay with me.

i need to be something more than this.

i need you to listen to me.

i need you to stop talking and let me do this.

i need to tell you something serious, and it might scare you when i say it.

i need more out of this relationship than you're giving me right now.

i need a stiff drink.

i need to take a nap.

i need things to go my way for once.

i need better than you. i just didn't see that until right now.

i need answers.

i need a quick explanation.

i need at least five more minutes to finish getting ready.

i need your body against mine.

i need your tongue in my mouth.

i need you to fuck me.

i need my head to stop spinning.

i need to sit down for a second to catch my breath.

i need everyone to clear out of this room.

i need a change of clothes.

i need you to look at me when you're talking to me.

i need to leave this place and never come back.

i need to tell you something urgently.

i need you to shut up.

i need romance. i need passion.

i need you to give me more emotion.

i need your gun.

i need you to cover me.

i need this to go perfectly.

i need a win.

i need you in my life.

i need there to be more communication between us.

i need to know how you feel about me.

i need you to stop bullshitting.

i need to know if we're more than friends.

i need you. only you.

i need to get to a hospital.

i need you to put pressure on that wound.

i need you to keep talking to me.

i need more than you're willing to give me, and i think that's always going to be a problem with us.

i need someone better.

i need you to tell me what happened from start to finish.

i need to go to the bathroom.

i need a trash can.

i need someone to hold my hand.

[dawnled]

[dawnled]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 / @herocarved !

[ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver.

the two of them have certainly seen their fair share of heartless, on all the worlds they've been to - but there's something about the ones in Quadratum, even the Shadows, that means they're more formidable than expected.

maybe it's the fact the worlds in their reality have been relatively quiet since sora's initial departure, which means riku's a bit more rusty than he used to be (it's not that there were no heartless to fight, just that the Organisation & Vessels not influencing the worlds meant there were less than before, & more powerful ones were even more rare) - or maybe it's just that he's still trying to figure out how to navigate this world which has him a bit more uncertain on his feet -- or maybe it is just that the heartless here are more powerful than back home.

& that thought, even on its own, is terrifying.

what's even more terrifying are the Darksides - they were normally rare in their reality, but here, they nearly seemed as common as all the other types ; manifesting from shadows, negative feelings, & sometimes riku swore he could hear the desperation, crying, screams that fuelled them, carved them, created them, as they formed.

or maybe that was just the sounds of the passersby, who instantaneously began to run in the opposite direction, making it an uphill battle for him & sora to make their way toward it, hands flashing with light as they summoned their weapons.

it's one of those screams that catches his attention while he's fending off a Neoshadow - a sharp, shrill, feminine scream, which he instantly locks onto ; a woman, not much older than he, clinging so tightly to the baby in her arms, back turned to face the shadow leaping at her, claws extended - & he's just about able to make it in time to defend against it, hand outstretched to create a barrier that shines a brilliant lilac. the shadow's attack clangs against it, sending it back into the horde of black as the woman runs away - but its eyes lock onto him even in the dark, as if it's plotting its revenge.

maybe it is, & maybe that's why the next thing happens ---- there's a loud rumble that shakes the streets, & even riku nearly stumbles with it, trying to determine the cause. his eyes lock onto the Darkside where it stands, tall & menacing, gold eyes staring into his soul. its hand is extended, already swinging, & he's barely able to recharge his barrier before the swing connects with it, lavender hexagons quaking with the effort of repelling it, a loud call of his name nearly blocked out by the battle sounds.

the barrier begins to crack, fractures webbing quicker than he can counteract, & then suddenly it's all far away - it's like gravity has stripped him of his weight, & the next thing he knows he's been slapped halfway through a nearby office building, ears ringing, lungs deflated, vision blurry, dark, static-like. there's another, louder, call of his name, rawer, more desperate, one that breaks his heart, as he struggles to blink through the pain - & then there's a new shroud of darkness, a blur of black & blue faster than riku can keep track of, on the battlefield in the distance.

it's not instantaneous, but it feels like it - or maybe riku blacks out sometime in-between - but the battle is over before he knows it, & the silence after is staggering. suddenly, the ringing in his ears is piercing, the lack of air in his lungs overwhelming, & his muscles ache in such a way that it feels like he'll shatter if he moves.

it's difficult to put into words what it feels like, but he can sense the darkness that approaches - & the more surprising thing is that his body doesn't scream against it, his shoulders don't tense as they normally might do. all he knows is comfort, familiarity, among the pain, even as that figure of black & blue appears in the new 'entrance' he's made to the building.

these are golden eyes, too, & while haunting, they're not menacing, at least not to him -- they stare at him inquisitively, almost sadly, & even though they're not the sky blue he knows, riku would know them, those clothes, that face & hair anywhere. the figure approaches slowly, crawling on all fours in a way that reminds riku of tarzan, someone sora once told him of - & once it's close enough, it lifts a clawed hand to his cheek, shadows wisping against his skin. it's cold to the touch, something unusual between the two of them, sending shivers down riku's spine -- & the most surprising thing, he thinks, are the tears, that shine against blackened cheeks.

"sora...."

he coughs out, a quiet whisper that takes more effort than it should, but it's enough - there's a tug on his heart, so many emotions it's nearly overwhelming, & then the darkness begins to fade, like it's sinking from sora's form & into the ground below them, back into the shadows from whence it came.

then, there's the sky, so bright & blue & brilliant -- & still crying, shoulders & hands trembling as they cup his face determinedly.

"cure."

sora hiccups, eyes gleaming with magic, & then there's the familiar jingle of those curative bells above his head, glittering gold settling into riku's skin - it soothes the worst of his aches near instantly, helps him breathe a little bit more easily, vision blurring a little bit less, for better or worse ; while it means he can see better, he can see sora better, how battered & bruised & emotionally hurt he is, how much riku being hurt is affecting him.

"i'm okay,"

riku wheezes, not-at-all convincing, & he knows it - but it's the best he can do, for now, until he gathers the energy to stand. he moves, a little bit, raises a hand to cup over sora's own against his cheek, & heaves a soft sight of comfort,

"thank you."

sora's rage form had been a concerning topic since the first time it had presented itself, though it's been a while since they've discussed it. they'll probably both be a little bit rattled for a while, thinking of the implications, fretting over each other & their health (physical, mental, emotional) after a fight like this ---- but for now, sitting here, relaxing from each others' presence, is enough.

"I'm here - we're safe now."

[dawnled]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 / @herocarved !

[ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me".

since their long - awaited ( &, to some extent, long - dreaded ) return to the sea, seeing sora has been rarer than expected, even to riku - & when it does happen, it's usually because sora's managed to escape from the palace or his guards long enough to make it to riku's home, a path riku can only imagine sora has well memorised by now.

not that riku ever dreads, or regrets, seeing him - it just makes sadness cling to his heart, even once sora's returned to the palace, knowing that the majority of the reason for their meetings is because things have become too stressful, too overwhelming, to the point sora is trying to cling to the comfort that is becoming less frequent over time.

riku knows it's because sora wants to see him, too - they've spent so long together over the last year, going from coast to coast, that not waking up & living within short proximity of each other is somewhat stressful, anxiety - inducing in & of itself ; but from the crease of sora's brows, the panic paling his features, & the tales he always has to tell, riku knows that the visits are mostly to find comfort & reassurance in moments of worry.

he doesn't think any less of him for it, of course - riku himself would see sora every day if he could - but it's difficult to put into words that, while sirens are put on a pedestal among the kingdom, they're not so close to royalty that they can be in such close proximity all of the time.

riku's lineage does not entitle him to sora's presence, or his time - no matter how much he might wish it did .

he had been the one sent to find sora originally, yes, which did grant him an extra bit of favour - but the plan had always been that, as his best friend from childhood, & with some strong power over water & song, & the natural ability to change form, he would have the best chances of finding sora & bringing him home safely.

nobody had expected things to develop the way they had, not that anybody knew but the two of them ---- riku had known of his feelings since they were young, at least knew they were a bit more than childish friendship, but even he had never thought those feelings would blossom the way they did over their year of travel.

he's thinking on these things as he's plucking underwater flowers from the garden just outside his family home, delicately placing some in the basket one of his younger sisters had charmingly woven from seaweed, when he feels it - a slight disturbance in the water, barely noticeable to most, & with how peaceful things have been of late, even riku might not have noticed it much if he had been more occupied. his tail flicks slightly, teal scales catching sunlight, as he straightens himself, shoulders stiffening, hands tightening 'round his basket -- & then there's a blur of brown, tan & blue blurring towards him, & despite himself, he almost instantly relaxes, at least to an extent.

"sor-----"

he can't even speak the name, nor ask the question tied to it, before he's nearly barrelled over - the world blurs as they spin, 'round & 'round & 'round, & riku's just about able to register the direction they're going in time to anchor his weight so his back is the one that hits the nearby rocky outcrop. a small grunt gathers in his chest as he braces himself, blinking off the impact, & suddenly his vision is mostly the brilliant blue of the sky rather than the sea he's once more growing used to.

it's surrounded by flowers, for a moment, as they float toward the sea floor, having escaped his basket - but there's little time to think about that when sora's here, tail wound so intricately 'round his own that riku has to wonder when it happened, hands wandering between his shoulders & his jaw as if they're unsure where they want to stay. his fingers almost seem to be shaking, eyes red-rimmed, & oh how riku's heart aches.

"what happened?"

he wants to ask, but his lips won't move, voice caught in his throat - all he can do is stare in silence, as sora's mouth opens once, twice, three times, & riku's not sure if he's so shocked he can't speak or he just doesn't know what to say.

"promise me,"

he eventually begins, voice tight, quaking,

anything, riku's heart lurches, & it takes everything in him not to voice it aloud,

"you belong to me."

oh.

well, that is indeed anything - the most 'anything' that riku could possibly ever hope to give, & perhaps even more, by some others' standards.

too many thoughts clamour for space in his mind all at once - where had this come from? was it a request brought on by some royal discussion? or had sora learned that sirens tended to marry within their own kind out of habit, or a coincidence in their love? was it something else entirely, like waking from some nightmare where they had never ventured, or been torn apart after, like riku sometimes did? - but the seriousness, the desperation, in sora's eyes makes it all quell to silence.

&, well - there's only really one answer, isn't there?

"always."

[dawnled]

"stella are you alive" barely but it means i've gone back to my default 'only writing things for astelle' partially because it's the only stuff in my inbox but also because the soriku brainrot has returned with a vengeance (as if it ever left) hjdkfgh

[dawnled]

[dawnled]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 / @herocarved !

[ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver.

the clatters, clanks & general atmosphere of the quadratum coffee shops is something they're both acclimatising to - although riku has to acknowledge the fact that sora seems much more used to it than he is.

it makes sense, given the additional year he's been here, while riku's struggled to return to his side ---- a year they can't get back, no matter what they do, but a year they're both determined to make up for in any & all ways they can.

when riku had departed the Final World to make his way to quadratum, he had expected to be alone - & while that had been true in a physical sense, he at least had the mental company of that nameless star from the world between theirs & this Unreality.

nobody had expected it - from what the fairy godmother had said, it seemed like she couldn't leave the Final World, particularly not to come home, or her heart, as bright as it was, would be stolen. but, perhaps because she had been his pathway, or maybe something else, they had been able to communicate even when he arrived; maybe because they'd formed some sort of connection.

what do i call you?, he'd remembered asking, when groping for a name - one he hadn't been given, in all of their talk in the Final World. stelle, she'd replied, & that had been that.

she'd been a comfort when he'd been searching initially, someone to talk to, to guide him, during his initial days here trying to find sora - & once the disaster of this world had been dealt with, the presence of the man known as 'the master of masters' fading from the very air, she'd been able to return, willing to help them find a way home.

it was still a little strange, having a body to associate with her voice, now - but she's like sora in all the right ways; a bright smile, sparkling eyes, a soft, gentle voice & beautiful laughter that relaxes his shoulders. normally, he's not so quick to warm up to people -- but she & yozora had shared the same connection as he & sora, at least to some capacity, & he'd found companionship with her in that respect.

& companionship was all it was, his mind reinforced, as he turned from the coffee shop's counter in the direction of their table - there's the slight click of stelle's heels as she walks in a slightly different direction, off toward the table of milk, sugar & cutlery, & it would have been drowned out by the atmospheric noise had riku not ears sharper than most.

even so, it is drowned out, for the most part, by the sight before his eyes - sora's face bears a complex expression, one he hasn't seen in quite some time, & one he's much more used to knowing, to feeling, on his own face, from some few years ago. sora's still processing through all of the feelings he hasn't been 'allowed' to experience in their years of fighting & war, riku knows, & he's not faulting him for it; it's just rare to see something like jealousy furrow sora's brows, ighten his jaw, & if anything else, riku might almost say it's amusing.

sora almost doesn't seem to acknowledge him as he approaches, eyes glued to stelle's side profile as she adds milk, & nearly too much sugar as to be healthy, to her drink -- almost, except for the slight shuffle he does in his seat to press tighter into riku's side once he sits, placing both of their drinks on their table with a soft & gentle clink.

riku doesn't say a word - doesn't need to - as he raises his coffee to his lips, relishing the first sip. the corner seat they've chosen is mostly for people-watching, a space they've grown fond of using over the months, one far away enough to watch from a distance & speak of their own topics without any worry of being overheard. it's suitable for topics like this, ranging up to topics of magic & keyblades & the end of the world as they know it.

"it's not that i don't like her,"

sora eventually divulges, hands slowly curling 'round his hot chocolate as if he knows riku's waiting for him to speak when he's ready - maybe he does,

"i just---- don't like how she makes you smile. is that.... bad?"

& suddenly he's jealous, but also wary of that jealousy; like it's a dark, ugly thing that he's not supposed to feel, something that makes him cruel, harsh, a horrible, terrible person.

& riku doesn't even come close to thinking any worse of him for it.

"it's not bad,"

he starts, to quell the fear before it can swell - & the instant slack of sora's shoulders from their tension is obvious, at least to riku,

"i used to feel like that, too, before---- everything."

it had been a difficult time, to say the very least - drowning in his own dark emotions, allowing them to overflow until they had consumed him, changed him, made him want to leave their borders to be free from it all.

"but it got better. knowing you love me, knowing you feel as strongly as i do, makes it all better. sometimes, i still feel it, that jealousy in me - but i think that's my self-confidence, my possessiveness, rather than me not trusting you."

if the him of the past could see him now, he'd surely be blanching - back then, he'd never have confessed to anything remotely like this.

"she might be able to make me laugh or smile, like some other friends can - but you're the only one who can make me do anything, everything, else. i might help fight to protect her, but i'd cross seas, stars, universes, for you."

the silence drags as he takes another sip of his coffee -- whether from sora's shock, speechlessness, or a lack of anything to say in response, riku isn't sure; perhaps all three -- but riku regrets nothing of the words, for none of them are untrue.

"jealousy isn't a bad thing - it's how you handle it that matters."

[dawnled]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 / @herocarved !

[ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep.

in the underworld, there's little change in the scenery between night & day ; it's a land cloaked in eternal darkness, towering black skyscrapers over smaller city streets, comfortable under a star - filled sky.

it may be tragic that there's no sunshine, no sunrise to signify the beginning of a new day - but for those who live in the underworld, their own internal clocks learn to do that for them. as such, there's really no such thing as morning, afternoon, night, besides that which one's body tells them.

even so, riku now finds he abhors early morning meetings, though he didn't used to before - at least not as much.

little wonder why, he can't help but think, lips quirking at one corner as he glances over his shoulder - his heart, his body, his mind, yearn to be buried back under the covers, captured in the warm embrace of his Persephone - but alas, needs must, & the dead wait for no one, least of all their king.

he's just adjusted his cuffs and fixed the collar of his dress shirt when he hears it - the soft shuffle of sheets, the scramble of a hand against fabric, a small, sleepy grunt that sounds a little too airy for wakefulness. his heart lurches with it, longs to take the hand that reaches for him & forget all the plans he's made for today - particularly when he hears that sleep-provoked call of his name.

"riku...."

it's difficult to tell, but it sounds like spoken words that are connected to a dream - though riku also surmises that his absence in bed is what has caused the dream to turn in the direction it has, whatever direction that may be, & that has sora speaking out so. it's a quiet murmur, not too loud, not too quiet (or perhaps just louder because of the silence), but riku is nothing if not weak for his little artisan.

he is strong enough to not get back under the covers, as much as every molecule of him wants to - but he is weak enough to intertwine those grasping fingers with his, to press a kiss to the crown of his beloved, heart soaring at the warmth, the spark of connection that makes all of his synapses sing.

"i'll be back before long,"

he promises, voice a low, quiet mumble in the dark,

"sleep, my persephone - i'll have a surprise for you when i return."

[dawnled]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 / @herocarved

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly

"so even if you don't mean to hurt somebody, if they touch you, they get electrocuted, huh? seems like a useful ability."

it's been quite a while since that conversation, between himself & the leader of the crimson crows - he's not really sure why it's popping into his head now, of all times, but the suddenness of it is enough to make his shoulders tense, jaw clench, & it's barely enough to keep the fiery electricity under his skin from crackling against his fingertips.

maybe it's the crackle of the fireplace, the flames remniscent of the ones they had shared at the beginning of their journey, when that conversation had been a fresher wound - & has he really learned anything at all, if he still can't keep that curse of his in check?

"if you think this is anything other than a curse, you're sadly mistaken."

not that there's anything he can really do about it -- cursed to hurt anyone who touched him, anyone who should come too close that the core of him felt threatened; even those he loved the most would make it trigger, to the point it was easier to keep his distance, from anyone & everyone, if only for their own safety.

it's a sad, lonely existence, indeed - one he had been slowly coming to terms with.

then, there had been that fateful day - a rambunctious cargo hijacking, being hunted down by dahnans and renans alike, ending up in a small village of slaves with one brave boy who just wanted freedom for his people, for them to be able to see beyond the fire wall that caged them in.

sometimes, he wonders if they would have been better off not having met that day - then, he catches a glimpse of sora's face, originally blocked by a mask of near-unbreakable steel, & thinks better of it.

if nothing else, sora seemed freed by the experience - his mask chipped in half, the fire wall destroyed, travelling beyond the village's borders to all the places of which he'd only heard before.

it comes with a bit of emotional baggage, as one might expect from someone who didn't remember anything about themselves from before they'd arrived at the village - but sora doesn't seem to regret it, & really, how could riku ever regret him that?

he's so lost in his thoughts, eyes lost to the flickering flames of the campfire, that he doesn't really notice until it's a heavy feeling - the sensation of eyes on him, as if they're boring into his soul. his own hues flicker from dousing red to piercing, dazzling blue, so focused on him he has to wonder if sora even knows he's doing it - & something in him, something deep & heavy & unknown, jolts for just a moment.

the feeling disappears as quickly as it had arrived, leaving only an echo in its wake - but it's one riku knows he'll ponder on 'til the early hours of the morning, when sora eventually falls asleep.

what is this feeling, he wonders - as if he doesn't already know, & as if he doesn't want to squash it back into the ground it came from, tearing it out from its root so it can never raise its head again.

he's spent so long isolating himself from everyone, knowing all he can do is hurt---- & even if sora can't feel pain, can't feel the brandishing burn of the fire sword or the crackling electricity of his curse----

"we should turn in for the night ; it's getting late."

they can't. he can't. they both know that.

[dawnled]

starter call 2.0   feel free to combine prompts !

for  a  happy  starter .

for  a  melancholy  starter .

for  an  excited  starter .

for  an  angry  starter .

for  a  soft  starter .

for  a  silly  starter .

for  an  angsty  starter .

for  a  violent  starter .

for  a  romantic  starter .

for  a  sexual  starter .

for  a  comforting  starter .

for  a  threatening  starter .

for  an  argumentative  starter .

for  an  action / adventure  starter .

for  a  flirtatious  starter .

for  a  loving  starter .

for  a  hostile  starter .

for  an  envious  starter .

for  a  fearful  starter .

for  an  injured / sick  starter .

for  an  urgent  starter .

for  a  celebratory  starter .

for  a  reunion  starter .

for  a  lazy  starter .

for  a  protective  starter .

for  a  domestic  starter .

for  an  intimate  starter .

for  a  weather - based  starter .

for  a  surprised  starter .

for  a  malicious  starter .

for  an  illegal  starter .

for  a  concerned  starter .

for  a  tense  starter .

for  a  sentimental  starter .

for  a  hopeful  starter .

for  a  hopeless  starter .

for  a  guilty  starter .

for  an  embarrassed  starter .

for  an  anxious  starter .

for  a  desperate  starter .

for  a  disappointed  starter .

for  an  aggressive  starter .

for  a  cautious  starter .

for  an  impulsive  starter .

for  a  resentful  starter .

for  a  suspicious  starter .

for  a  conflicted  starter .

for  a  provoked  starter .

for  an  awkward  starter .

for  a  dishonest  starter .

for  a  fatigued  starter .

for  a  grateful  starter .

for  a  flustered  starter .

for  a  vulnerable  starter .

for  a  manipulative  starter .

for  a  professional  starter .

for  a  mischievous  starter .

for  a  relieved  starter .

for  a  cooperative  starter .

for  an  uncooperative  starter .

for  a  moody  starter .

for  an  impatient  starter .

for  a  competitive  starter .

for  an  encouraging  starter .

for  a  sensual  starter .

for  an  interrupted  starter .

for  a  clumsy  starter .

for  a  tearful  starter .

for  an  affectionate  starter .

for  a  cozy  starter .

[dawnled]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

[dawnled]