#//I didnt even notice my guide was gone!

[mythicmanuscripts]

Hi! I can't get Aegon out of my head and I was thinking:

He has a hard week ahead, full of meetings, important nobles arriving at king's landing, public appearances and even a ball maybe. Wife knows he's insecure and she promises him he'll be rewarded if he behaves and keep up all the rules.

And he is outstanding. He does everything and more. People even comment about it between themselves, surprised at him. Of course he's looking forward the reward, but mainly he wants wife to be proud of him, and it's so lovely to see him do his best to do everything right.

I can only think about the smile making his face glow when wife says she's so proud of him and grant him his reward.

I love this anon!! Everyone else look!! Take notes!! We can have happy Aegon on occasion!!! Also I am sorry in advance I went WAY off topic at the start but I promise this concept is actually there!! I just couldnt stop writing the background stuff because himbo sub!aegon is one of my favourite things we talk about.

This isn’t too explicit but there’s definitely some NSFW vibes and also very clearly sub!Aegon so I’ll put a cut in just to be safe :))

So firstly, I think this works better if you only married him after he became king? Maybe he was always supposed to marry Helena but then once he rules for a few weeks his mother realises she needs to find him a wife that will take control and guide him.

So needless to say when he first marries you he’s not exactly excited because his mother has all but spelled out to him that he’s marrying someone to control him.

But then he gets to know you and he’s so shocked by how you seem to really like him and you’re kind and you listen to him and most importantly you never ever make him feel stupid. The first time you praise him he literally bursts into tears because it just means so much to him.

For the first few weeks of marriage you actually just try to form a friendship with him. You want him to know you care, and you want to actually form a partnership with him and not just blindly do whatever his mother asks of you. I think the most important thing is actually just speaking as bluntly as you can? Aegon can't stand how everyone seems to be dancing around him with how they speak.

About three weeks after your marriage you walk into your shared quarters (that neither of you actually sleep in yet) and find aegon on the bed, waiting for you. You're supposed to try for an heir again, as is required but you're tired and he always looks so emotionless so instead you simply walk in, pour a glass of wine and say, "Your mother would like us to give her an heir tonight, but she's a cunt so I can't really be arsed to make her pleased with me."

He bursts out laughing when he hears this and asks for a glass of wine. You end up just sitting together and chatting and Aegon truly cant believe he's had someone who could have been his closest friend and confidant for weeks and he didnt even notice. Aegon has never had a friend before, ever. Almost instantly he's in your shared quarters every night and requesting your present not to warm his bed but just to chat.

That's when you realise how well Aegon functions when he's being guided? When you ask him to do things and he does and then you praise him he's in a good mood the entire evening. You start looking for excuses to find things for him to do. You start to ask him for specific wines or treats for the following evening just because you know he'll get it and when you thank him he will smile so wide it's adorable.

Very quickly you fall into a dynamic when you're very clearly in charge and Aegon loves it. He starts to ask you for advice or how things work and every single time he's shocked when you don't belittle him.

When things do get sexual again, he's the submissive and he truly loves it so so so much. Gone are the days of going to brothels. He doesn't even think about it anymore. How could he? He has the most lovely wife.

(Sidenote: I think aegon LOVES to call you wife? Not in a mean way but because he just loves that you're his wife and he wants to say it over and over. He'll greet you with 'good morning wife' or 'morning my lovely wife' and so on, he just loves it. Occasionally you'll respond with 'yes husband' and he always just BEAMS at you when he hears it).

So anyway this is my very very very long winded way of saying that he's loves having a partnership with you and being married to you and he always wants to help you and please you.

You start to ask some members of the small council about upcoming events and plans so that you know what to expect and how to help them with Aegon. At first they're confused, but very quickly they realise that Aegon will do all of his duties to perfection if they tell you about it beforehand (eventually you just get added to small the council but not immediately because Allicent fights against that tooth and nail).

So when you hear about all the upcoming events and appearances for this week, you know you're going to need to have some chats with Aegon about it because he hates this sort of thing. The little shit actually pouts when you tell about an upcoming ball. You have to grab him by his hair and make him kneel before he finally relents and promises to actually show up for the ball and not just spend the night at an inn.

You know all his reluctance stems mainly from insecurity, so you're gentle with him when you tell him about all the events. Maybe this is the first chunk of events after you and him became close? As a result he's never actually gone through all this with you actually at his side before.

You offer to attend everything with him, not just the ball as is required. You can barely even finish the sentence before you're being tackled to the bed and thanked over and over again. Suddenly he is much much happier about all the events, cause his wife will come with! Not only that but because everything is formal he'll get to see you in pretty dresses.

Needless to say, people are very very confused during the first event because Aegon is behaving like a completely different person. Sure he still rolls his eyes on occasion and cuts people off, but as a whole he is kind and respectful and listens to people and doesn't even drink whatsoever never mind get drunk.

Every time he does something that he knows is following the rules he’ll glance back at you like he’s trying to confirm that you have indeed seen how good he’s being and of course you always respond by smiling back at him and it never fails to lift his mood.

And yeah part of it is because he wants to be rewarded and part of it is because he wants to avoid punishment but honestly mostly it’s just him wanting to feel like you’re pleased with him? Sure the rewards are great but absolutely nothing will ever come close to seeing you smile at him because he’s done well.

At the end of every day he kneels for you and tells you about what he did and all the ways he ensured to follow the rules. You know all of this already of course, because you were with him the entire day, but you always ask him to recite everything anyway because you know how happy it makes him. Once he’s finished, he crawls into bed and lays against your chest.

For his reward at the end of the week, maybe you arrange a little breakfast in your private quarters? You wake him up by gently palming him through his undergarments until he’s hard and leaking and only then does he wake. When he does wake, his only reaction is to smile and mumble something that you think was supposed to be thanks before nuzzling closer to you and opening his legs. He’s your darling, your play thing, and he’s well are of it. He doesn’t question you whatsoever, lets you do whatever you want with him.

It’s only after he’s cum that you call the servants in to bring the food. He spends the morning curled up like a very pleased cat on your lap while you hand feed him breakfast and little treats.

[glitterjay]

— spelling

⭒ head (f. receiving), club, mention of alcohol, afab!reader, strangers, suggestive content mdni!

⭒ c's note: i apologize for not continuing lover boy or enemies to lovers, i haven't had the creativity to continue the stories :( take this drabble as my apology

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin @jaylaxies @americanojake

reblogs help me a lot and are very much appreciated!

you frowned when the waiter placed a drink in front of you. to be completely honest, you didnt feel like drinking at all, going to the club to simply keep your mind off your hectic life. when he saw your confused expression, he pointed to a guy sitting a few seats away from you, saying it was on him.

it took the stranger some time to approach you, noticing you hadn’t touched your drink at all. “i don’t blame you,” he spoke, taking the empty chair next to you. “it’s a harsh world. i wouldn’t trust a random drink either.”

you laughed slightly, still playing with the straw that came with the cup. "why bother, then?" "it was worth a shot."

he had introduced himself as heeseung. he said he was there because his friends had dragged him along but had left him alone for some hookups. he was a nice guy and incredibly handsome. the black button-down that he was wearing made his jaw look sharper and also helped the lights to glow on his face.

he caught you staring as you both talked, but he wouldn't admit it. in fact, he liked it when you lost your senses while staring right at his lips and apologizing for not hearing what he was saying. he knew he was handsome.

he had to admit you were quite stunning yourself. the dress you were wearing only added to your beautiful appearance. he was a gentleman about it, sneaking compliments here and there. if you were completely honest, the nice words were boosting your ego.

"say, heeseung, your friends are here to hook up, but i don't see you trying to find someone."

"oh, i did. it's up to her if she want to hook up or not."

-

and that's how you ended up guiding heeseung and his car to your house. it took him five seconds to have your back against the wall as he stared you down with hungry eyes.

you were fast to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips to yours to close the gap. he tasted like gum mixed with alcohol. your lips, on the other hand, tasted like the watermelon lip gloss you were wearing.

-

everything got heated in a matter of minutes. you had dragged heeseung to your room, where he invited you to sit on his face. he was pretty straight forward, which made you blush furiously, but it made him giggle.

"put all your weight down."

"what if i suffocate you?"

heeseung grabbed your thighs and pushed them down, forcing you to sit directly on his face. one of your hands went directly to the headboard of your bed for support as the other pulled on heeseung's hair.

he was experienced, tongue moving deliciously around every corner of your core, tasting all of you. his strong arms rocked your hips back and forth, making your clit hit his nose. you were in heaven.

the way he was licking your folds had you seeing stars already, but the way he was moving was quite familiar. You realized every lick was tracing something, like a letter.

H E E S E U N G, he spelled.

it drove you crazy thinking how he was somehow marking his name on you. you rocked your hips faster along his face, feeling the knot on your stomach tighten. heeseung noticed you were close by the way your walls clenched around his tongue fucking you.

his right hand reached your clit, rubbing fast circles. your thighs closed on his head, almost suffocating him. you tried to get up, but his arms were holding you still. you started to doubt if heeseung was even breathing at this point.

every thought was long gone when you reached your orgasm, letting your juices free all over his face. it was then when heeseung loosened his grip on your thighs and you were able to get off him, plopping right next to his body.

"already tired? baby, im not even done yet."

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[loveluvrs]

williams blue looks good on you l logan sargeant x reader

request/summary – hiiii can u please do a one-shot with Logan where y/n is Max's little sister and he's protective over her? You can go in whichever direction u want!!! Thnx!!!!

author's notes – lando win fic coming soon TRUST !! 🙏😭

you regularly showing up to support max in races since you two were very close, adorned with redbull gear head to toe

when Logan first saw you in australia, he was massively starstruck and couldn’t even get the courage to talk to you, so instead just ended up staring from afar the entire day. Oscar noticed the staring. since you were friends with Oscar, he did Logan a favor and introduced you guys

at first it started off with Logan asking you small stuff about yourself to try and get to know you better, but was met with a few dry responses since you were busy with uni most of the time. As time went on, he started getting more comfortable, with super sweet good morning and good night texts, and a daily supply of memes 

it was for his home race that for the first time ever, you showed up in a non-redbull outfit, a navy blue dress on and Logan’s team cap on to surprise him

you didn’t even find Logan before Max found you, and you instantly took off the cap. he was immediately suspicious as to why you weren’t wearing your usual redbull attire, and you casually shrugged it off as needing a change from the boring outfits you normally wore

after Max left, you texted Logan to meet you in front of the Williams garage, and surprised him with your outfit as a way to support him, with playful banter between the two of you that it’d be the only time he’d see you without the red bull merch on 

"williams blue looks good on you," he said with a flirty smile, a sentence that you could not get out of your head since that moment

i can see him being a huge acts of service guy, so he’d show you around his hometown and insist on being your (slight annoying) personal tour guide

you posting a slight soft launch which is “dedicated to the best tour guide.” Max knew you were hanging out with Logan so he immediately texted both of you, making a new gc. stay away from my sister??? he texted. you then prompted to kick Max out of the gc

Logan and you became super close eventually, going out on hangouts (not dates, Max insisted) with him almost every weekend. hed fly out to you whenever he could between races, and would do anything so he could see you more

sometimes Max would be a pain and when he was in the country the same time as you and Logan, hed almost always tag along to these ‘hangouts,’ insisting that ‘he didnt know you two were gonna be here at this time’

reluctantly, Max sat you down one day, and said that hed be okay with you and Logan being a thing only if he had permission to beat Logan up if he broke your heart. with a giggle, you accepted. “he’s not gonna break my heart, anyways, Maxie,” you said confidently

and so Max told Logan this too, so he finally asked you out on a date. hed gone the whole way; flowers, a nice dinner, dressed up all nice, and even insisted on not talking about fishing the whole night

still as Logan and your relationship developed, max would glare at logan any chance he got. logan would always feel a little anxious and uncomfortable when this happened, and you had to physically turn him around each time, slotting your hand in his to comfort him

[junipers-archive]

hey idk how your requests for fics/oneshots work but i thought of this idea! could you do a reader who gets injured a lot(bruises, scratches, burns) and doesnt seem to notice why shes in pain and spencer is always super worried, or points them out and asks if their ok and they are just genuinely like "huh??" like no clue they were actually hurt. i love protective spence. (this is totally self indulgent i spent 3 hours reading in the sun and didnt realize i was burnt until someone noticed ngl)

"Ow!" Suprisingly its not you who screeches, but Spencer who has been watching you like a hawk the entire case.

He had just witnessed you trying to retrace the steps of the serial killer you were tracking and cut yourself on the nearby wire fencing. Walking over to you, you notice his expression, eyebrows scrunched and mouth downturned.

"How does that not hurt?! It hurts me just to look at it!"

You're about to ask what he's talking about but you notice his pointed stare and follow his gaze to the slash down your upper right forearm. Its bleeding, which you would've realized if you hadn't been busy staring at him.

He looks over to hotch and gets a nod of understanding. And you realize you've done it again.

"oh. oops." Its all you can say, all you can come up with because it doesn't hurt, and also he's standing really close to you, too close, you can smell his cologne, which is clean but sweet and perfect and-

"How-how does this even happen to you?" He snaps you out of your daze, now guiding you to the car, popping the trunk to get the med kit out. He supposedly started it 'for the safety of the team members should something happen'.

Though everyone knows the only team member who needed it was you. You're 99% sure the only reason Hotch agreed to the carry on was because he was tired of having to ask for band aids at every police station you had to cooporate with.

Once you take a seat in the trunk he begins cleaning you up, which to your embarrassment, happens almost every case. But it was hardly ever your fault, your body just rarely experienced the sensation of pain.

Even when it meant you walked around with paper cuts on your fingers all day and only noticed the blood while doing paperwork.

"Sorry..." You mumble, lips twisting into a grimace at your childishness, you can't even take care of yourself, your coworker has to keep an eye on you. "You should be focused on the case, not worried about if I'll break my arm and not feel it.."

You cringe at his slight smile, expecting to be made fun of. "I-Its fine, Y/n I like taking care of you."

Rolling your eyes at his sweetness you tilt your head, "You really like having to keep your eyes on me 24/7, making sure I haven't gone and cut off a finger or fell and broken a bone, you want to keep your eyes on me?"

"Yes, I quite like it actually." And he's grinning Spencer Reid is grinning up at you like he's won the lottery, like looking after you is some prize he's won.

"What-Whatdoyoumean-" you begin quickly but he interrupts you,

"All done!" And he's walking away, he's really just walking away like he just didn't do what he just did.

"Spence! Spencer you come back here right now!" And now you have everyone looking at you like a lunatic. But by god you will find out exactly what he meant.

[graciegoeskrazy]

i can stage a situation

warnings: r has an eating disorder, although it's not defined the symptoms are very similar to anorexia, yelling, lying, idk its lowk rough, i think i hate this? but i dont?

a/n: I have not a single clue who requested this but someone did so0ooooo THANKS ANON❣️❣️❣️

V IMPORTANT NOTE: I am by no means trying to romanticize or promote ed’s or anything of the sort. I’ve been a dancer for 16 years training in many styles, and I have seen firsthand how things like this can hurt people and those around them, but even then I will not claim to know every single thing possible about this subject - because I don’t. However, I did try my best and did research to try and write the best story I could without dishonoring the real-life issues people have to go through. All my love goes out to those going through this. <3

Your dad said he had a late night ahead of him. Something about recording with John or whatever, you didnt really listen. The point was he was going to be gone on a trip for the night, leaving Friday afternoon and returning Saturday morning. He would leave before you got home on Friday so, when Thursday rolled around and you decided you didn't want to spend your Friday night moping around by yourself, you called up your uncle Matty to see if you could spend the night. He, of course, with you being his favorite person, said yes. You told him to pick you up around 6 that night and to be prepared for a movie night.

You just weren't interested in eating. You couldn't exactly pinpoint the reason why. If you thought about it long and hard enough, you could probably figure it out, but thinking about it too much only seemed to make things worse.

When you got in the car the next day, Matty offered to cook you something, you said you weren't hungry and that your Dad fed you before he left. Both of those things were lies.

…

“I’m Home!”

“I’m in here.” You said, letting your voice guide him to the living room. You were scrolling on your phone while something was playing on the TV. He dropped his carry-on and case onto the couch and immediately went to you. Hugging you from behind and dramatically placing kisses all over your forehead and face. You squirmed out of his grasp and he smiled and came around to the other side of the couch to sit next to you. “I’m so sorry I’m late.” He said.

You smiled at him again.“It’s fine, Dad. Really. You don’t have to worry.”

He smiled back before changing the subject, knowing you weren't too worried about his tardiness. “How was your uncle’s?”

You shrugged. “Fine. We just watched a movie and hung out. It was fun.”

“Yeah? What did you have for dinner?”

You thought for a second, caught off guard by the question. “Spaghetti.” You finally said, remembering what Matty cooked for dinner white you sat on the other side of the counter.

Ross hummed. “Really? Was it good?”

“Delicious.” You said with a smile.

“Hm.” He knew you were lying - he knows you too well - but decided to not address it for now. “If it's your uncle’s-cooking then I beg to differ,” he said, getting up from the couch.

You can’t keep a secret from Ross. He can see through everyone, especially you, his daughter for crying out loud. Ross always had suspicions about your diet. He was the one who fed you of course, but he noticed the way you played around with your food during dinner. He also noticed how you always skipped breakfast and how you were always so tired and your energy was so low when you came home from school. He could see right through you when you told him about your endeavor at Matty’s, but he wanted to see for himself.

Ross | Did she eat at your house?

Matty | Wym?

Ross | Y/n. Did she eat when she was at your house?

Matty | No? She said she ate before she came. Y?

Ross | Did she snack on anything?

Matty | No? Not that I saw? What’s going on?

Ross | Nothing. Just wondering.

He sighed and marched up the stairs.

…

His main emotion was anger, but he couldn't tell why. Maybe because you lied to him, or maybe because he thought his baby girl was in danger and couldn't stand the thought of you being in pain. Truthfully, he was angry at himself. It started to become clear thatEither way, he tried to collect himself as he walked upstairs, sighing and shaking his head as he reached your bedroom door. He knocked.

“Come in.” You said.

He opened the door and leaned against the doorframe. You both watched each other for a second, waiting for the other to make a move first. You broke first and laughed. “You just gonna watch me like a creep?”

He walked into your room and sat on the foot of your bed. “Baby, I'm gonna ask you a question and I want you to be honest.”

Your demeanor changed along with his. You could tell this was about something serious but you didn’t know what. And never in a million years did you think he would see this clearly though you.

“Okay?” You said, clearly confused.

He took a breath before answering. “Did you eat dinner last night?”

It took you back. Your thoughts from earlier flooded your brain with the realization you were right…he is onto you. “Ye-yeah…at Matty’s house…”

He sighed. “I don’t like it when you lie, y/n.”

You let out a dry chuckle. “I’m not lying-“

His face remained serious despite your best efforts to keep it light. “Yes, you are. And you just did it again.” You gulped. He knew. “And you didn’t eat breakfast this morning ethier.”

You took a moment to think but came up with nothing. “I was full from dinner.”

“But you didn’t eat dinner.” He answered sharply.

“Of course I ate dinner! Why would I not eat?”

“Because I texted your uncle and asked if you ate or not and he said ‘no’! In fact, he said that I fed you before you left, which I know for a fact I did not.” You had nothing to say after that. There was no use in fighting. He knew everything you’ve been up to and there was no saving you. The room stayed quiet. Ross sighed and slowly opened up. “So, I'm going to ask you again, did you eat dinner at Matty’s last night?”

You hesitantly look him in the eyes. “…No.” You whispered.

Ross continued. “And did you eat breakfast this morning?”

“No.”

“Did you eat at school at all in the past week?”

“No.” A tear fell as you spoke.

“When was the last time you ate something?”

You shrugged slightly. “I don’t know?”

Ross nodded, trying to remain calm, and stood to sit back down closer to you. “Why?” He asked

“I don’t know-”

“Y/n…”

"I don’t know! I don’t!" you burst out, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush. "I just... everything feels off... and I just don’t feel like... eating."

Ross's eyes widen, a mix of concern and desperation. His mind went to the first things he could think of. "Is it because of school? A-are people... pressuring you into this or something? I-"

"Of course not. I’m not that naive," you cut him off, glaring at him, the frustration in your voice evident.

"I never said you were." He takes a step closer, his voice softening. "Where did this start, baby? I need you to tell me." His eyes search yours, pleading. "You’re hurting yourself, Y/N. How could you do this to yourself? I mean... you’re the kind of kid people dream of raising-"

"No, I’m not," you snap back, your voice trembling.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I’m not!" Your voice hit a volume Ross hadn’t heard in a while. "I’m a clueless, lonely, boring 13-year-old who was the product of a one-night stand, trying to figure out what to do with her life."

Ross's face pales, the impact of your words hitting him like a physical blow. "Is that what this is about? Baby, is this about Mom?"

"It doesn't matter-" you begin, rolling your eyes, but he interrupts you, his voice rising.

"Uh, it actually matters more than anything else on the planet right now. My baby girl is hurting. Not only that, but she’s hurting herself, and I will be damned if I just let something like this go."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "She was trying to make her life perfect... And so I thought... she’s trying to make her life perfect and I’m already doing this so what’s the harm if I keep going. I wanted to be perfect for her."

Ross’s eyes fill with tears. "You’re already perfect-"

"Will you cut the crap! I’m not! And you don’t understand it!" You feel the tears welling up, but you blink them back, refusing to let them fall.

"You’re right, I don’t understand it." His voice breaks. "I don't understand how you can continuously, for months and months on end, hurt yourself when you are already the definition of perfection to me-"

"Well, I’m not that to Mom. Do you think I would be doing this if she thought that? Do you think I would put myself through this if she thought I was the ‘definition of perfection’?"

"You are the prettiest girl I have ever laid my eyes on-"

"You’re just saying that-"

"No. I’m not." You look away, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak.

Ross sighed. "Why did you never tell me?"

"Because you wouldn’t understand, Dad- you don’t understand."

He reaches out, his hands trembling as they rest on your shoulder. "I can try."

"It’s not that easy," you whisper, your voice barely audible, tears at a level 10.

Ross nods, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly. "We need to get you help, Y/N."

"I know." Your voice is small, but in that moment, you realize it’s the first step towards healing.

[aonungyou-shit]

Ma Rotxo {part 3 }

DNI/BYF

Ma Rotxo Masterlist

“Rotxo! Oh! Who may you be?” Rotxo could just see the beaming light coming from his mother when her eyes found their way to you. 

“Hello!  I’m Y/n te suli Neytiri’ite. Sure hope you dont mind I come by. I helped Rotxo out” 

“Oh no no! I dont mind at all Come now let me see” She spoke now going over to take the basket from your hands and preparing some slices of fruit for her daughters that would soon come in with her own mother. 

You smile timidly as you watched for what you could do. But no doubt his mother would take it to her own hands. 

“How Rude of me. I am Riti Te Neyka Neyto’ite , Rotxo’s mother”

“Pleasant to meet you” you said, giving her a greeting before she guided you to sit down with Rotxo. 

“So sorry you came as i was making Some Remedies” 

“Oh no? What seems to be the matter?”

“Im Afraid Riki My eldest Has gone real ill. She’s sleeping right now” 

You nodded. You feared telling her you were pretty ill right now too. For fear of the scolding no doubt herself and Rotxo would give you for helping when you arent even feeling well. 

“Oh May i help?”

“Help? Oh but dear it really isn’t no problem. She is my daughter after all” 

“Before i left i Was Tsakerem alongside kiri. I use to listen well to what my Grandmother had to say” You spoke, taking the bowl she had in your own hands and looking at the mixture she had. You were glad you still had your medicine pouch with you and still had some Bark. Without Thinking you tossed it in and beat it 

She watched you. And you felt those pairs of eyes on you. Before You handed it off to her. “Boil it down and make sure she drinks all of this up. It rejuvenates the body” 

She smiled at you nodding before heading off to boil the bowl she had. 

You turned to Rotxo smiling at him as his smile had never faded “What are you looking at me for like that?” 

“I think you’re quiet nice to look at” 

You couldn’t help but smile. Turning to look away before looking back.

Your moment interrupted once an elder woman came in with the other four little girls. 

Your ears lowered hearing them squeal as they now took up your attention. Prodding at you asking you questions. 

“Rotxo. Who is this?” The elder woman spoke now. Looking at you with a slight glare that you couldn’t really figure out what was the meaning behind it. 

Rotxo of course noticed this. But with a gentle smile he assured his grandma. “This is Y/n Grandmother. My friend I was talking about. And the one the girls were talking about” 

At this the Older woman smiled. Her expression that of a woman who’s waited far too long for this moment of happiness .

“My My Its so finally nice to meet you!” 

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at her arms squeezing you tightly as she gave you a mighty hug. 

“I am Vamato. I am Rotxo’s Sempul’s mother” She spoke proudly now dropping you down to the floor again. You smiled as you introduced yourself. You felt bad for not taking Tuk with you to meet such lovely people. 

“Oh Mother! Y/n here has given me quite a recipe! It seems Riki is feeling better now too” Rotxo’s mother spoke as she had just came from giving her daughter some medicine. 

You enjoyed the moment with his family. Sure it really kind of sucked that Riki was asleep and that she was missing out. But you didnt mind it. It would probably save you the bit of headache from having to speak back and forth between all the family members in the pod. 

You hadn’t noticed how much time had passed. Honestly too much time had passed. And your fever was possibly getting worse. 

But you couldn’t bring it up. You were enjoying the time here. You enjoyed having others to talk too. Given they were either older or younger but you hadn’t cared. 

But your body was growing weak. Your arms hurt, your head had hurt and you couldn’t really tell what or why the world seem to spin. You hadn’t heard the voices calling you over and over again. It was so much harder to breathe. To think what your name was. It was burning hot and yet so unbearably cold

How long had it been. Why are things so different? Why had the world suddenly changed around you. Why weren’t you home. You wanted to go home. 

Panicking Rotxo Carried you home. Your whole body is burning him. Were you sick the entire time and you hadn’t told him?   What were you thinking and how much of this guild could he contain. 

Worried sick wouldn’t be the words to describe how he felt right now. He just hoped your family would be able to help him much more than his own.

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Ezio Auditore x gn reader

Reunited with a ghost CH 2. CH 1

Ft. Lots of Rosa and a kiss. 2.2k words

Warnings. Light cursing

Getting to embrace Ezio again was a dream come true, and one I hope to never wake from. I was completely lost in the moment before I remembered what I was doing before. I pull away and look around realing I have completely lost track of where I was or how I'm supposed to find the guild head. Ezio looks at me with concern as he asks what's wrong.

"I need to deliver this letter." I pat the folded paper in my side pocket.

"To whom?"

"A man named Antonio. This is my final test from them."

"A test?" He slips the letter out of my pocket. I didnt even feel the fabric move. If I didn't watch him take it I never would have known it was gone.

"Yes. I am supposed to deliver the letter to him by nightfall and if I do the guild had said they will teach me how to move like them." I reach for the letter but he holds it out of my range.

"Let us go together then. I know the fastest route and how to avoid the guards!" He cracks a smirk as he waves the paper just out of reach.

I squint at him as he playfully taunts me. Haven't even been reunited an hour and he's already back to the lovable jerk I know. "With you there's always a catch." I eye him wary of his intentions.

"No catch. I just want to make sure you get to deliver this safety." He says with a warm smile. That's a face I could never say no to and he knows it.

"Fine." I relent. I hold my hand out for him to give me the letter back but instead he pockets it and laces our fingers together. Before I have a moment to respond we are already out of the alley and half way down a busy street. His hand was warm, another reminder that he was alive and this wasn't just a dream.

The twists and turns of the streets and canals never once slowing him down as we make our way towards the center of the city. I still haven't quite gotten the layout of the city memorized yet so it was nice to have a guide who actually knows where we were going. What would have taken me all day following bread crumbs left by the guild only took Ezio an hour, and that time even included a stop for lunch.

Ezio reluctantly let's go of my hand as we enter a fenced off area, the cool afternoon air replacing his warm touch on my skin. He knocks on the heavy looking wooden door and voice almost instantly tells us to enter. I follow behind him as we enter, almost hiding in his shadow. A tall man with dark hair immediately notices my presence though.

"I see you have brought a friend Ezio, and who might you be?" He said as he made his way around a large table covered in an equally large map of the city.

"My name is y/n. I am here to deliver a letter to Antonio."

"Well you have come to the right place than.

I look at Ezio, silently asking for the letter back. He quickly glances down at my pocket and back at me. Confused, I reach into my pocket and pull out the letter. Sly bastardo must have slipped it back in when I wasn't looking. I hand over the letter and the man who I am assuming is Antonio brings it to his desk for inspection.

"You have my thanks for delivering the letter so swiftly. Too many of my guild members are being recognized lately, it was safer for us to use someone the guards would not know." He folds the letter and puts it in a drawer. "I know you did not do this for free though. I will have one of my best show you how to move more swiftly." He looks over at some of the guild members in the corner, a woman and 2 men. "Rosa. If you would be so kind?"

The woman stands up and saunters over to us. "Honestly I didn't think you'd be able to do all the tasks. I'm impressed." She looks over at Ezio. "And more than a little surprised to see you escorting them." She looks back at me. "Our little friend here didn't cheat did they?"

"Of course not. I was simply heading the same direction, completely innocent." At least he had gotten better at lying over the years, however Rosa was clearly unconvinced. Thankfully she didn't seem to care too much as she led us outside, back to the fenced in area.

She points to the roof of a neighboring building. "Do you see the flag on that weathervane." I nod. The bright red flag was prominent against the light blue afternoon sky. "How long do you think it would take you to grab it and bring it to me?"

"... probably 3 minutes?" There weren't many ledges to make it easy to climb up. "Maybe 5?"

"Your 3 minutes start now, go."

"Huh?" I turn to look at her and she just waves me off and crosses her arms. I blink before my head catches up to her words. I get a running start at the wall in front of me and I'm just able to grab the ledge and pull myself up. I move as fast as my legs and vertigo will let me as I make my way up to the flag. I'm almost there and I look down at Rosa and Ezio. Both of them watching me closely, analyzing my every movement. I can't tell if I should be comforted or concerned by how sharp their eyes are. Getting down was much faster than the climb up. After grabbing the flag I drop and slide down the tiled roof. Before I fall I grab the ledge and swing for some momentum. Finally I hit the ground with a roll and spring to my feet, with a final sprint I'm standing in front of Rosa, flag in hand. "How did I do?" I ask as I catch my breath.

"Not bad for a novice." She holds up a hand and extends her pointer finger. "First you need to be able to think on your feet faster. You kept trying to plan your movements too far in advance and it slowed you down. That hesitation made you slip more than once even if it was just a little. Finally you let yourself get distracted. You should always be watching where you are going, not watching your audience." Each new point she made was punctuated by another finger. "You are certainly sloppy… but not the worst I've seen. Put in the effort and I should have no issue teaching you." I brighten a little at her words. She'll be tough but there may be a softer side yet.

…I was wrong. She was a harsh teacher and now I am laying on the ground unable to feel my own arms and completely exhausted. Ezio had watched the entire time as I learned to throw myself up onto handholds and literally had the hesitation beaten out of me. Hours of non stop climbing and she finally granted me mercy.

Ezio laughs lightly as he sits next to me, handing me a cup of fresh water. "She's a little rough around the edges but I'll be damned if she's not a good teacher."

"A little rough? I don't know if my poor muscles will recover from this." My whining only seems to amuse him farther.

"Drink, you have not had water in hours and it will help with the pain."

I grunt as I go to sit up but only make it an inch before returning to the cool stone floor. "Can't move. Too tired." Ezio rolls his eyes before taking me by the shoulder and pulling me up until I'm leaning against him.

"There, now drink. You'll feel better." I take the cup from his hand as he supports my weight with his arm slung over my shoulder. I did feel better as soon as the cool liquid hit my throat, and I finished the cup greedily. "Better amore?"

"Better."

"Good. I want to show you something. Are you able to move freely?"

I glare up at him. "Am I able to move freely?" He laughs at my snide remark.

"Please. I promise it will be worth it." The way he looked at me with that smile made my heart skip a beat.

"...fine" I mumble, and his smile grows ear to ear.

"Va bene!" He wastes no time lifting my tired body from the ground and onto my feet. We walk a little ways as I slowly get feeling back in my limbs. Eventually we get to a church like building and stop. I look at him and wonder what he's up to. "I'm sorry bello but you're going to have to climb one last time." He said softly.

I look at him in betrayal and disbelief. "You want me to climb?". I look from him to the building and back to him. Every passing moment I feel my arms grow heavier in dread. "How many times will you break my heart fantasma." He stifled a laugh at my pleading.

"I promise amore, it will be worth it. Will you do it for me?" When he looks at me so gently I know I am defeated. I let out a sigh.

"Lead the way." I gesture towards the building as he smiles.

The climb up was slow going but faster than I would have done before. Even exhausted I can tell I've improved. Ezio stops every few feet to make sure I haven't slipped or have gotten stuck. He offers his hand a few times but now I'm too stubborn to take it. I'll prove I can do it on my own and that I'm skilled enough to stay by his side. The last time I pushed his helping hand away I noticed his eyebrow furrow under his hood. I don't have time to focus on that though while I'm trying not to fall to my doom.

Finally I made it to the top, Ezio already waiting for me. He sits on a ledge and pats the tile beside him and I gladly join.

"I'm glad I was able to make it before my arms gave out." My snide comment earns me a sly smile. I close my eyes as i catch my breath.

"As am I."

"I hope this is worth it, Ezio."

"As do I." If I wasn't so tired maybe I would have caught the hint of nervousness in his voice. He wraps his arm and shoulder cape around me as I lean against him. "Look". I slowly open my eyes and see the sky alight with pinks and orange painted over a blue canvas. A stunning sight shining over the city and reflecting off her many waterways.

"Amazing…" I'm enthralled by the sunset this high over the city. I can't even hear the people on the street from this distance. It's only me, Ezio, and the setting sun.

I am taken from my thoughts when I feel a rough calloused hand gently cup my cheek and turn my head. I'm pulled close as I come nose to nose with my long lost paramore. His sharp eyes searching my face for any sign of doubt before slowly leaning in planting a tender kiss on my lips. The kiss was soft but with a smoldering ember underneath, like trying to hide a desperate flame. It felt like my skin was on fire with excitement and want. My head felt fuzzy and unable to think straight, however the feeling was not unwelcome. When finally we broke the kiss Ezio's eyes were shining brighter than the sun itself, and I'm sure mine were the same.

Long after the sun had set we stayed there, unmoving, simply enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. I look towards the ground below deep in thought. The day had been exhausting both physically and emotionally. I can't help but let a yawn escape my lips.

"I think it's time we find somewhere for you to rest amore. You have had a long day." He offers me his hand and this time I take it. He helps me to my feet and steadies me on my shaky legs.

"I don't think I have the strength to climb down…" I say quietly, guilty of my own weakness.

"Do you trust me?" I nod my head without hesitation and he smiles at me. "Then relax and close your eyes one last time." His voice is low and reassuring. I close my eyes as he wraps both of his strong arms tightly around me, holding me close to his chest. I feel my feet lift off the ground and the wind rush past me. The free fall felt like an eternity yet I still felt safe. The next thing I knew was Ezio underneath me in a cart of hay. He's got a giant smile on his face as he looks up at me. His smile is bigger than I've ever seen and for once I can't tell what he is thinking.

Bastardo. Bastard

Amore. Love

Va bene. Okay/ all right

Bello. Handsome/pretty/nice

[witch-is-cauldron]

Working with Yeshua!

and yes. that guy, Yeshua/Jesus 🧍🏽‍♂️.

Ask me anything you desire about Yeshu because i know its a touchy topic on both sides.

Anyways so he’s my patron and main guide, so I’m trying to get into working with him every morning to start off my day. However i slept terribly and decided to talk to him later that day. We spoke and drew a few cards, I asked him if he wanted to do anything like spellwork, trance work, anything; he said shadow work, of course (ive been doing shadow work almost every day for these past 3 weeks). We decide to do a guided meditation and I got some crystals (celestite) and lit my shadow work candle and fell into the meditation.

It began in a dark place where I could only see shades of brown. The sky was brown, the ground was a thick and heavy mud and I saw no sign of life or other individuals l. My feet struggled to carry my body through the thick mud. After calling Yeshua he eventually appeared. He wrapped my arm around his shoulders and supported my weight, as if I was injured. Only then did I realize how tired and sluggish I felt.

We descended into a cave, no mud; only rocks and a strong humid atmosphere. Going down further and further the cave revealed at its core a lush green center, a wooden chest in the middle and a skylight that revealed the moon up above.

Yeshua handed me a key that I used to open said chest, but no matter how hard I tried it wouldnt click as it shouldve. A cuff appeared on my right hand that chained me to the box. after freeing my shackles a giant batlike exploded from the chest, looking at me with unhinged, angry and malicious eyes. Yeshua threw a veil over my head and cusped my ears in his hands, telling me to look away. I gazed at the floor for so long I didnt notice when it went silent and the creature was gone.

Looking back Im aware this is tackling my fear and how I tend to hold on to fear of the unknown even when i “promise” myself it was done for good. Yeshua telling me to look away was like “ignore it, let it happen”.

[cherryasagiri]

Would You Help Me for Once?

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Pairing: Jason x oc

Summary: Nafula wanted help removing the trash, but Dick Grayson would never.

A/N: Sorry I have been gone for so long. I have finally secured housing and have just been working and unpacking this whole month.

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Nafula was a 15-year-old child then, continuing to grieve Jason’s death while figuring out what she would do with a baby inside her that would never have the pleasure of receiving her father’s love. The tired teenager begged her father to let her be independent once again. There was a time soon after Jason’s death that worried both Bruce and Alfred about her mental well-being after the birth of her child: she would stay out late, bribe owners and bouncers to let her into clubs she wasn’t old enough to get into, drink until she passed out and even dabbled in drug dealing. Still, that part of her didn’t last long.

The love-struck teenager just needed an outlet, and having the money to do so made it easier for her. Dick and Tim worried about their sister; looking from afar, they noticed her severe mental decline. Dick had always been around trying to guide her out of her funk. Whether it was taking her to her favorite places, spending quality bro time together, or even babysitting her daughter so she could have time to grieve fully. Regardless of the situation, the ravenette was consistently by her side. Even though the family thought her outlandish behavior would only worsen to the point where she accidentally ended her own life, they were finally proven wrong when she witnessed her daughter's first words.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Nafula was still coming off her hangover, jet-black shades adorning her eyes to cast out the bright rays of midday and the craziest migraine she had to date. Amena was lying on her mother’s chest, stirring awake as she tried to pick her head up to look at her mom. Nafula was still busy napping, so she didn’t notice or feel her daughter slapping her breasts to wake her up. Now that the baby is awake, her caregiver needed to be up too so she could entertain her. Nafula would lightly stir, not knowing what or who was bothering her, but she desired more sleep, so she ignored the light pats on her body. Amena wasn’t having it; she was annoyed her mom wasn’t waking up. The little babble that came out wasn’t doing it, nor was the assault, so she thought of the next best thing. Amena’s baby brain would try and remember the phrase her mother would encourage her to say, only to be left confused, but now she felt like it would be the right time to try it out. The more she babbled, the more Nafula tossed and turned while holding her baby still; even while sleeping, Nafula subconsciously put her daughter’s safety in the front of her mind so she would always be able to protect her. She was slowly reemerging from her deep slumber when something sweet reached her ears.

“Mama!” Amena screamed, her mother wide-eyed with tears pricking the corner of her lids. It was one thing that she needed for that day to be perfect. She, of course, shared it with Dick, video and all, of her precious girl acknowledging her. That day, Nafula vowed to be a better mother for her baby. Dick had his own vow to stay by her side, helping as much as he could as the favorite uncle. Pretentious much?

All that to say, the pair were close. Closer to each other than with the other bat kids in the family.

“Dick!” Nafula sang from the kitchen. She was tying up the last trash bag full of the most rancid garbage the boys had saved up because it was her week to take out the trash. “Yes, my dear sister, did you want me to grace your presence with my beauty?” He questioned smugly. Dick was leaning against the kitchen doorframe, looking smugly at his sister. She rolled her eyes at him, slightly irritated with him, before cracking a slight smile that didnt go unnoticed by the former professional acrobat.

He glanced at the piles of trash bags that had to go out tonight before looking back at the woman pretending to have trouble with the duty assigned to her that week. The children of Bruce may have grown up, most of them through their pre-teen years, with a silver spoon in their mouths aided by the wealth of said man who fostered them; however, he made sure that they knew how to function as an adult outside of having wealth. It wasn’t really a skill he had to learn when his parents were killed because he still had Alfred. Still, he thought about the what-ifs and knew that if he had gone from this world before his children were old enough to understand and live independently, they had to be prepared. They had to have the experience, knowledge, and abilities to survive without him and his money.

Taking out the trash was one of those tasks. After staring and noticing the creeped-out look Nafula was giving him, Dick pushed himself off the wall and stalked over to the woman.

“Seriously, what’s up sis? You never call me like that unless you really need something from me, so what is it?” he asked, not wanting her to beat around the bush and just be straight up. There was a little playfulness in his voice that he tried to mask with a bit of seriousness to try and hide the fact that she was already playing this little game in his head. He already knew what she would ask him, but he needed to hear it from the horse’s mouth before making his final judgment. Was he teasing her? Maybe because he already knows he will tell her “no” when she does, and the look on her face will be priceless.

She slowly glared at the male who was now standing in front of her with an accusatory look. She felt he was up to something, but her tired condition couldn't catch the slight mischievous gleam that danced in his irises. “Listen, I know this trash week is mine, but I just fed and put Amena down for bed, yelled at Jason–” “Isn’t that every day though?” Dick questioned when he cut her off, the sly grin plastered on his lips and spreading wide with each word that spewed out. Nafula only gave him a deadpanned look and let out a short, heavy sigh before repeating herself.

“Yelled at Jason for giving her candy before bed right after I told him not to, then had to suffer through a two-hour emergency parent conference through a phone call about the next few days of school for the kids because of the planned attack on the bank down the street. I am just exhausted, and I am not beaten to take out all this trash tonight. Can you please help me?” she begged, her pleading eyes almost making Dick give in.

He watched her weary figure sway a bit from the exhaustion she felt in her body. Dick knows that feeling all too well, and he knows he will get shit for this from her after today, but he feels like it will be worth it in the long run. After all, it will be payback when she refused to help him with it during his week. Then she had the nerve to laugh in his face when a bag snapped, and the garbage got all over his pants. He closed his eyes, letting out a stagged, regrettable sigh, and stared into his sister’s eyes.

“Oh, how much I would love to help you out, dear sister dear,” he started, putting on the voice he knew annoyed her, “but alas, I cannot. You see…” he trailed off, trying to find a good excuse not to help her but couldn’t come up with something fast enough. “if you needed help burying a dead body or needed my help to hide you after you go on a killing spree then sure! I will help you out, no questions asked. But I refuse to help you take out the trash,” he finished, the grin as wide as he could muster while he reveled in the shocked and irritated face she was making.

So much so that he couldn't help but laugh as he walked out of the kitchen and towards her shared bedroom so he could tell Jason what happened. Nafula was left there with no help and speechless, but she had a plan for that ass. “I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.”

[dudadragneel]

Dear annon! Here it is! I'm sorry that it took so longo and for the lame ending.

Requests are open

hello💞 not sure if requests are open but may I propose a Jake x reader where he’s nauseous and feverish on tour and y/n takes good care of him 💖

Idols schedules were always frantic, comebacks, concerts, MCing, variety programs, interviews, and trips. And sometimes all of this could happen within a week.

Tours were also tiring, sometimes there could be 2-3 concerts back to back, and usually, they had very little time to rest before catching a plane to another country. And that meant different time zones, jet lags, and different kinds of food.

It's actually surprising how they manage to deal with all of that, but, do they really?

You and Jake started dating a while after their debut, and of course, you kept it secret, you were even surprised how the company allowed it, but if it was working, why question it? 

Your dates would usually happen at the company building or sometimes they arranged it so they could go to your house and you could go to the dorms. 

You loved to play games with them and they always welcomed you so warmingly. And of course, whenever you could, you'd go on a few trips with them. But you could not take all of their schedules so, sometimes, if the tour stopped by your home country, you usually stayed there. 

This time, they were mid-tour and they had gone from a really hot weathered country to a cold one. And that messed with Jake's immune system.

You went with them to rehearsal but you and the boys noticed how he grew quiet throughout the dances. And when they were done with the first half of the rehearsal, Jake just slumped down to the floor with a loud sound, alarming everyone.

- JAKE!

You and the members ran to his side, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and squeezed them reassuring him you were there.

- Hey, babe, what's wrong? 

- I dont...I dont know.... I felt lightheaded all of a sudden.

You noticed that he was sweaty and you felt that he was hot through the fabric of his hoodie but it was only when he touched your hand for comfort, that you felt how hot he was.

- Oh my god, Jake, you're burning up! 

- Jesus man, you're on fire! 

- I'll bring a cold towel

The leader said exiting the room.

- Babe, how are you feeling?

- Hot and suffocated...

- let's take off this hoodie for a bit, hm?

- Okay.

You took off his hoodie and the moment you touched his skin, he hissed in pain.

- Agh!

- What is it? What's wrong? 

- I dont know, it hurts. It feels like everything is on fire when touching my skin.

- Can someone give me a thermometer?

- here.

One of the staff handed you a thermometer and you placed it under Jake's armpit. Five minutes later you took it off and were shocked.

- 37,5°C! Jake, how long have you been feeling like this?

- Come on, it's not that high....

- Not the time to be cute. Answer me.

You were as serious as someone could be and he didnt like to see you like that because he knew it was his fault.

- Maybe, since morning? No. I think it was since yesterday, at the end of the day.

- Why didnt you tell us?

Jay asked, just as serious as you.

- I dont know. I thought it was just because of the cold weather. That once I slept, it would go away.

- And what exactly were you feeling yesterday? 

- My nose was runny and my head was hurting a little. But I thought it was just because of the plane ride... didnt know it would become like this.

- And how are you feeling right now?

- Cold, lightheaded, and tired.

- I'll ask the instructors for a break.

Jungwon said getting up to talk to the staff.

You and the boys propped Jake up to his feet and guided him out of the room. It was too hot and stuffy inside there and it was making him feel out of air.

Jay got a wet cloth and handed it to you so you could wipe off Jake's sweat.

- I know it's uncomfortable, but it will make you feel a little better.

- Thanks....

- Jay, can you buy me a sports drink? I'm a little thirsty.

- I'll be right back.

After a few minutes, Jay got back with the drink and followed by Jungwon.

- The staff said we need to pass the choreography one more time and then we can go back to the hotel. You dont have to participate though, you can just watch.

- Alright.

- How are you feeling right now?

- A little better, I guess.

- Then let's get back into the room. 

- I'll stay with him.

- Please.

You went back to the practice room with Jake and sat in a corner watching the others run the choreographies.

You noticed how focused he was and how from time to time he pressed his forehead and squeezed his eyes.

- Hey, you okay?

- Hm? Yeah... It's just my head, it's hurting a little bit. 

- I have some painkillers with me, do you want one?

- No, thanks. I dont think I can take them now...

- Why? Are you feeling something else?

- I dont know for sure...my stomach feels kind of weird?

- Weird, like nausea?

- I dont know how to explain... It feels like I'm full even if I didnt really eat that much.

- Okay. So slow down on the water, alright? Take small sips. Just for precaution.

- Alright, my love.

The practice felt like it would never end and eventually Jake was feeling too tired, his head was hurting, his face felt like it was lit on fire, his skin felt hot and damp at the same time, and his stomach felt weird. He just wanted to get out of that place, he wanted a shower and a bed, that's all.

Noticing this, you guided his head towards your shoulder and wrapped your arm around him, while your other hand massaged his.

- It'll be over soon babe. Then we can go back to our room.

- Thanks....

He felt safe and comfortable with you and he must've been more tired than he thought because he managed to doze off even with all of that noise.

After more 45 minutes, the never-ending practice finally ended. You woke him up and helped him to his feet. 

The fever must've gotten a bit higher because the movement made him dizzy. As soon as he was up, his vision blurred and he felt his head spinning before he knew he had leaned his weight on your body.

- Hey! Jake! 

- Oi! You okay?

Jay said grabbing one of Jake's arms while you supported him. The rest of the group made their way to you alerted by the situation.

- Jake-Hyung, are you okay? What happened?

- Sorry guys.... I just got really dizzy when I stood up....

- Babe, I think your fever went up a bit....

You said putting your hand on his forehead.

- Yeah....it feels like it....

- Come on, let's go back to the hotel.

- Can you walk? 

- Honestly? I dont think so.... my legs feel weak.... I'm afraid of fainting....

You could hear in his voice that Jake's condition worsened in the last minutes and that he was feeling more than tired, he was exhausted. 

- I'll give you a piggyback ride to the car, okay?

He was embarrassed to the core but he felt like every ounce of strength left his body, so he accepted your request.

Thankfully he wasnt that heavy so you could carry him on your back.

The ride back to the hotel went peacefully, he slept through the entire ride on your shoulder and you could feel how hot he was. 

Upon arriving to the hotel, the boys and the managers helped Jake to your room.

You helped him lay down on the bed.

- We'll have the medical team check him, okay?

- Alright. 

- Hey, babe, do you want to take a shower? You sweat too much today....

- I dont think I have any strength right now.... I just want to sleep for a while....

- Okay...Lets wait for the doctor, see if they'll give you any sort of medicine.

After a few minutes, the medical team came to check him and concluded that he had a cold, hence the fever and the diziness was being caused by it. They said that since his throat was in good condition, he could perform, after taking the medicine and eating.

- You can rest now, we'll come to get you guys for dinner later, okay?

- Okay. Thank you.

- Do you want to take the medicine now, my love?

- Yeah... hopefully it'll help me rest a little...

He took the medicine and within 15 minutes he was fast asleep, you laid down next him and pulled him closer to you. Jake wrapped his arms around you, and rested his head on your chest, your heartbeat helping him calm down.

You checked his temperature from time to time and felt relieved when you noticed it was coming down.

Jake slept for the rest of the day, until night, which you were grateful for, he really needed that.

Around 7PM, Jake woke up, and he felt better, thankfully, the best he felt all day.

- Good morning, sleepyhead!

- Y/n.... good mornin- wait, what?

- I'm just joking haha

- You startled me, babe. Was I out for too long?

- Well....basically for 5 hours or so. You slept like a ferret.

- I needed that, I feel much better now.

- Your fever went down a lot! Do you think you can take a shower now? We'll leave in a few minutes for dinner.

- Yeah! I'll be ready in no time.

He felt a lot better, so he thought it had just been the symptoms of a mild cold and that he would be 100% better by morning. But his evening was just starting.

Getting out of the shower he decided to put on a hoodie and some pants, it wasnt the most stylish outfit but you had to admit, he looked cute. He said that given what he felt that day, he just wanted to be comfortable. 

The group was going to have dinner at the hotel's restaurant, given Jake's condition earlier, they didnt want to risk going out of the hotel and something happening.

You two met with the rest of the group in the lobby area before heading to the reserved area of the restaurant.

- Hey Jake! How are you? 

- Better. I slept for some time. I feel much better now. And y/n said my fever went down, so that's good. 

- Great! You must be hungry.

- Starving!

- Your table is ready.

The food came and you had to admit, you'd never not be surprised by how much these boys ate. Sometimes you wondered if they ate anything at all during the day. 

Jake ate as if he had been starving all day, and for a while, you were very happy to see him eating like that. But that didnt last long.

30 minutes into the dinner, Jake's body started to feel funny again. There was a slight headache starting, he felt like his fever was coming back and his stomach was starting to act up. He decided to sit back on his chair, trying to get a little away from the food, but you noticed he had gone quiet.

- Hey, babe, is everything okay? You got quiet all of a sudden....

-Hm? Yeah, I'm fine, it's just my head started to hurt a little.

You grabbed his hand and noticed it was a little hotter than when you guys went down to the lobby.

- You're starting to feel hot. Maybe you fever is coming back?

- Maybe. But I'm okay.

- If you say so...Look! Your favorite food is here.

- Ah, yeah, I'm kind of full now...

- Really? But you like this so much! Just a bite, you deserve it after what happened earlier.

- Okay.

Jake started eating again, and for some time, his stomach actually accepted the food but then things took a turn for the worse. 

He had one more bite, and his stomach decided it was just too much. He immediately felt nauseous, he felt cold sweat on his neck, he put his spoon down and tried to keep up with the conversation going on.

But it only got worse, he felt his food coming up his throat and began swallowing convulsively, he held onto the fabric of his clothes with a tight grip, trying to focus on his breathing, but it wasnt working. He was going to be sick. 

- Guys...Excuse me... where's the bathroom?

- Hm? It's a bit in the back. Jake, is everything okay?

- No- I'm gonna be sick-

He gagged onto his hand and Heeseung was quick to get up from his chair and went to Jake's side.

- I'll take you there. Can you stand up?

- I dont- I feel lightheaded...my legs feel weak....

- Come on, I've got you.

Heeseung helped Jake up and held him close as the younger bent over. You wanted to go with them, but you were in a somewhat public space, meaning you couldnt enter the men's restroom.

- Y/n noona, was he like this before?

- No...He was feeling better. He took his medicine and slept. When he woke up he said he was feeling good and took a bath. 

- Maybe the food didnt sit well with him...

Heeseung got to the restroom just in time, as Jake couldnt hold it any longer. He bent over as a thick stream made it's way out, coming out of his nose as well. The sensation was horrible since he didnt drink anything during dinner, it was just solid chunks, which made him even more nauseous, as the texture left a horrible sensation in his mouth and throat. 

He had no time to breathe before another wave came out, hitting the edge of the toilet as well. 

Heeseung kept rubbing Jake's back, up and down and in circles, trying to give the younger a little comfort. 

After a few more rounds, Jake straightened his body, trying not to vomit anymore, but everything he felt that day had escalated to the maximum level.

Suddenly his fever spiked, his head pounded as if someone had landed a punch and he felt incredibly lightheaded.

The movement made him dizzy and he felt cold sweat from his neck all the way to his back. He was going to faint.

- Hyung....I feel like I'm gonna faint....

- Okay, it's okay. I've got you. Come here.

He was thankful that he knew English as Jake suddenly spoke in his native language. It happened whenever he got sick, as it was more comfortable for him. 

He put his arms underneath Jake's arms just in time as the boy lost consciousness, and he felt how hot the younger was. He carefully guided him down to the floor and used his hoodie as a temporary pillow, and he lift Jake's legs up to help the circulation back to his brain.

He soaked a towel with cold water and used it to wipe off the sweat in the boy's face. Slowly, the color came back and he started to breathe normally again.

A few seconds later Jake regained consciousness, but all the information coming back was too much, the lights, the smells, the noise, everything was too much. Before he even managed to get up, he felt vomit coming up his throat again, he barely had time to turn to his side before throwing up again. 

Heeseung helped him sit down and rubbed his back as he continued to vomit again.

- I'm sorry hyung-

- Dont worry about the mess okay? Let everything out. 

Jake's body was determined to get rid of everything as he continued to vomit, each wave hitting the ground with a sickening sound. 

- There you go. Do you think you're done? 

- yeah.... 

- Can you stand up? 

- No....I have no strength

- I'll help you up.

He put his arms underneath Jake's and slowly guided him up, and once he was standing, he made sure to support him and check if he felt dizzy again. He helped the boy to the sink to rinse his mouth, but standing up was killing him.

- Hyung- I dont feel good...I cant feel my legs...

- Here. I'll carry you back.

He helped Jake to his back and gave him a piggyback ride back to the restaurant.

Everyone was shocked with the situation.

He sat him down on a chair and you went straight to him and pulled his head close to your body and started rubbing his back reassuringly.

- Heeseung hyung, what happened??

- He threw up a lot and his fever spiked and he ended up fainting. 

- Oh my god.

- Hyung, isnt it best to take him to the hospital?

- I think it'd be better. We need to figure out what's going on with him. I'll take someone from the medical staff and y/n with us. I'll let you guys know as soon as we have an answer.

- Okay, hyung.

The manager took you to the hospital and after some tests, Jake was diagnosed with a bad stomach flu that was aggravated due to his immune system being weak. He spent 2 hours in the hospital taking IV fluids due to dehydration.

The doctor gave him a prescription for anti-emetics and a fever reducer before you were free to go.

Arriving at the hotel, the manager carried Jake back to your shared bedroom before leaving to tell the members about his condition.

- Hyung, how's Jake? What's wrong with him?

- He's got a bad case of stomach flu. The doctor said that his immune system is weak due to all the trips and everything and it aggravated the situation. They gave him a prescription for anti-emetics and fever reducer. He probably wont take part in tomorrow's performance.

- I understand. Well, we'll let him rest then. Y/n is with him right?

- Yes. The medical staff is with them as well, at least for now.

BEDROOM 

- He probably will continue to vomit, but try your best to keep him hydrated. If you notice that he's losing too much water, call us and we'll set another IV fluid for him. It might be an arduous night but we'll be available any time okay?

- Okay! Thank you so much.

After the medical staff left, you were left alone with your sick boyfriend.

- Jake, how are you feeling?

- Like I could pass out at any time....

- So a bath right now is the last thing we can do....

- Yeah...but I feel gross, I smell like vomit and I'm covered in sweat...

- I can wipe your sweat. I'll call one of the boys to support you while I do it, okay?

- That's embarrassing but okay.

He said, finally letting out a little laugh.

- Yeah, you'll have to deal with it, babe.

You said laughing back. 

Before calling one of the members, you checked his temperature.

- Jesus, babe, 38.5°C! No wonder you feel like fainting. 

- It feels awful....

- And the nausea?

- Gone for a while...

- Thank god.

You called Jay to help you give him a little bath.

- Yo, Jake, how are you feeling?

- Horrible, but at least the nausea is gone for now.

- That's good!

- Babe, let's take off that hoodie.

You said, coming back with a bowl and a wet towel.

- Jay, can you sit behind him? And support his back for me? While I wipe off his chest?

- Sure.

- Babe, this might feel bad because the water is a little cold.

He hissed in pain as the cold cloth touched his skin, his fever was so high, the smallest of touches made it feel like it was cutting his skin.

You whipped off the sweat from his chest then moved on to his back, and Jay helped you and him throughout the process. 

After a few minutes, you finished the process and gave him another hoodie, a lighter one this time. He needed to take his fever reducer so he had to eat something.

- Babe, do you think you can stomach at least some bread? Just so you can take your medicine?

- Maybe...I dont feel that nauseous anymore

- Good.

You ordered some bread for the sick boy, which the hotel staff was quick to deliver.

He ate it and thankfully his stomach accepted it and took his medicine.

- Babe, I'm tired...

- Do you want to watch some tv until you sleep?

- Yeah...

- Come here, my love.

You let him rest his head on your chest and cuddled him. You kept stroking his hair and within a few minutes he was fast asleep.

You turned off the main lights and let just a darker one on so you could read.

After 1 hour or so, the boy was still sleeping and you thought that he would finally be able to rest after such a tiring day. But that wasnt the case.

2 hours into the night, Jake started to feel funny again, his stomach started to twist and turn while he was sleeping. You noticed him shifting uncomfortably and woke him up.

- Babe, Jake, wake up. What's wrong? 

- Hm? My stomach....I dont feel good...

- Do you think you're gonna be sick?

- I dont know....

- Okay. Can you walk to the bathroom?

- No...I feel weak, I dont want risk passing out on you....

- Okay. Here.

He sat on the edge of the bed and you gave him the bucket that was near. You sat beside him and rubbed his back.

- Just let it out babe. Unfortunately, you'll only feel better if you let it out.

- I dont want to, my stomach hurts from all the movement.

- I know babe, but holding it in wont help.

He didnt want to throw up again but his body said otherwise. The nausea increased by the second and he started to spit thick saliva into the bucket, he gagged unproductively a few times before another wave of vomit poured out of his mouth hitting the bucket.

- There you go. You're doing good. I'm right here my love. 

You rubbed his back up and down as he emptied his stomach. You thanked the heavens that it had been enough time for the medicine to kick in so he wouldnt have to take it again.

The ordeal went on for a few minutes before he was left dry heaving. You cleaned his mouth and gave him some water to rinse it. 

Given the situation you decided to settle him in a sitting position on the bed, just in case.

- Lets try to take that anti-emetic? Think you can keep it down?

- I hope so...

He took the medicine, which his stomach thankfully accepted.

After a few more minutes he was asleep again, you took the opportunity to clean the bucket and take a shower. You sat beside him on the bed and kept rubbing his hand.

Unfortunately, it wasnt long before he got sick again and that's how your night went on, with Jake getting sick at least 5 more times.

The next day, he didnt take part in the concert, and he also couldnt go to enjoy it with you.

You two spend the day on the hotel room, but this time Jake only got sick two times and by night he was feeling better, the fever being the lasting symptom.

- Babe, next time you're not feeling well, you need to tell us, okay? So we can avoid the situation worsening like this.

- I'm sorry, love. I really thought it was just something from the plane ride. Will you forgive me?

He looked at you with the cutest puppy eyes you've ever seen in your life, and you couldnt help but squeeze his cheeks.

- I love you.

- I love you too, babe.

[mochatheangelkiller]

This post is long, but trust me it'll make sense after.

I was only 15 when my life fell apart.

Sounds like an exaggeration doesnt it? I can promise you its not.

I was a very active, very busy kid. I ran cross country, I did 4 separate track and field events, played soccer, volleyball, floor hockey, lacrosse and played fastpitch softball for just over 10 years. This is not counting my involvment in Girl Guides and playing piano for most of my life.

I had a lot going on as you can tell but the sport that stood out the most to me, the one I really enjoyed was Fastpitch Softball. Since the year I started I'd won nearly every championship game I played in. The game was easy, but not too easy and I loved it.

One year, back in 2014, was the first time my team didn't make the gold metal game. We did, however, win the bronze game. Heres how that went. At the beginning of the game, we were approached by our manager who told us that a team from the league below us had to cancel their game because the other team never showed so they would play with us. Mad as it made us we had no choice but to play with them.

Come toward the final inning, I was a runner on third base and really wanted to get another score to even out the game. Once I had an opening, I started running toward homeplate to try and steal a point. As I started running, the pitcher had the ball again and threw it towards the third baseman but she missed. The ball fell from her glove and into my running path just as I was putting my foot down onto the ground.

You see, with the way the ball was rolling I thought it would continue on it way under my foot and I'd be fine. I was apparently wrong. Not even a fraction of a second after that thought crossed my mind, the ball stopped. I stepped down and rolled my ankle on the ball. Now, any smart athlete would continue their way to home plate and then sit out the rest of the game. I, however, did not do that. We were tied. All my team needed to do was not let them score any goals. I was supposed to be the middle outfielder with two of the lower league girls on either side of me.

This would have been fine on a regular day. This was anything but a regular day. This was the bronze medal game. And I was injured. So as you could imagine, I was fairly stressed! After playing for a few minutes and our pitcher making beautiful throws with only a few hits, one girl made a pop-fly. The ball flew into the air and right for the right field. As the ball was coming down toward the back of the field, I noticed the rightfielder wasnt paying attention. (Very very dangerous btw. ALWAYS WATCH THE BALL!) Seein this I made a split second decision to run for it. And I did. I ran as best I could on a freshly rolled ankle and barely missed the ball. Once I picked it up and threw it to the pitcher from the back of the field I knew we were going to win.

All because I made a split second decision to forfeit my ankle for the game. And it worked, we won! I did however have to stay off the feild for about two weeks. Which wasnt good considering I had a tournament in two weeks.

I could have just not gone. I probably should have stayed home but I didn't because I wanted to play so damn badly. So I went.

The morning of the tournament, it poured. By the time we had to leave the rain had already stopped but I thought they would have postponed the games until the next day. But we played that day anyway on the muddy, wet dirt.

The tournament did not start well. We barely got any runs in and didnt win a single game. So by the time the final game came along we were fairly put out. We just wanted to finish this game and go home.

Fisrt inning came and went. No one scored. The second inning, the other team got a point or two putting us at 0-2. When it came my turn to bat, I was determined to at least hit the ball. So when I did I was ecstatic! My energy came back and I ran to first base. Stopping there so I didnt get tagged out. When the next batter came up to the plate I got ready to run.

After about two pitches, I finally hear that crack and I run. Then, I noticed the centrefielder throwing the ball to the second basemen. Realizing I was to far from the base to get there without helo, I slid.

For a bit of context, in the league I played in you had to slid feet first. In order to do that properly, you slide to the ground and put your left foot out, right foot resting on the outside of you knee to avoid your foot getting caught in the dirt and snapping back.

I think you can guess what happened next. As I hit the ground I realized that I fucked up. My foot was under my knee. I've done this before and nothing happened, I had a few scrapes on my arms from leaning back too much but nothing too bad. So I kept sliding, keeping my eye on the base.

I was safe. I got there on time, that good. But I couldnt get up without taking my foot off the base so I called a small time out. That was when I realized how much that snall fuck up actually hurt my ankle. I couldn't move it. I got my foot out from under my knee and tried to stand up but my right leg refused to move. So I asked the umpire fo help, telling her I couldn't get up. That my ankle wasnt moving.

She then got two of the opposing teams coaches and had them carry me off the field. I was humiliated and we lost the game but at least I tried, right?

When we got home the next morning my doctor told me that I sprained it. Saying the healing process shouldn't be that bad and because of how athletic I am that she wouldn't put me in a cast and to stay away from running for the next 3 months.

Because of this injury, I couldnt try out for the clubs travel team. And I bever played the sqme again. I used to be the best ourfielder in my club. I was a phenomenal player and I loved the game. I wanted that spot on the athletics team (travel team) but I couldnt get it. The next year I wasnt playing as well so I didnt bother trying out.

About 3 years later, when high school came around I decided to try out for my schools softpitch softball team. The first tryout went fine. One of my former teammates was there and I ciuld tell how bad she felt for me. This tryout was just for catching popflys and I didnt even get close to catching one. This hurt me. I used be able to do this in my sleep and now I cant do it from six feet in front of me.

When the next tryout came along I knew I would be in trouble because it was running and batting. After I hurt my ankle, running has never been the same to me. It used to comes easy, not that I was great but I wasnt as bad as I was here. When I hit the ball they threw at me, I ran for the bases. They wanted to see how fast we could run qll three bases to home. When I got past the second base I had to stop running because I nearly collapsed.

Well, okay I did. I fell to my knees in immense pain and couldn't get up. Again. I was humiliated. Again.

And all of a sudden my old teammate ran up to me, asking if I needed help getting up, which I did. After I successfully stood up I walked over to my bag, gave some shit excuse of my mother wanting me home early and left.

That day. The second I left the school I knew my chance of a career was over. I mean I already had an idea but it didnt hit until that day. And it hurt like hell. All I wanted was a way out of my house, out of my hometown, a way to leave my past behind and start a new life in a career that I found fun and easy. But that was over. I was stuck.

Stuck in a shitty home, in a town my country barely knew existed, living with shitty people and that broke me. It broke me because I realized that night that the life I thought I could have doesnt exist anymore.

I had to mourn a whole life that I had planned for myself at 15. At 15, I had to come to terms with the fact that I couldnt do something I loved anymore and that nearly fucking killed me.

Even now, 5 almost 6 years later I sfill get those feelings of whay if.

What if I hadn't gone to that tournament.

What if I didnt keep playing after I hurt my ankle.

And what if that teams game hadn't been cancelled?

Would I still be here? Maybe. Maybe not.

But its that image of what couldve been that kills me the most.

My ankle still hurts to this day. It never really healed. Theres no reason for the pain, it just is.

Its a sour reminder of what happened and I'll be stuck with it for the rest of my damn life.

[dndfuckhouse]

Whistling away the time, floating through the sky...

FEATURING

DAY TWO > Cimmorro and Vinny in the morning, Cutting his Hair - TBC

DAY FOUR > Cimmorro cuts Han’s hair - 27/4 > Cimmorro and Finn on the Deck Ft. Vinny - 5/4

DAY FIVE > Keva’s Writing Lesson with Cimmorro -10/4

DAY SIX > Keva’s Follow Up Lesson - 25/4 > Finn and Psalm in the Hallway - 25/4 > Finn’s Speaks to Cimmorro and Vinny - 10/4

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Cimmorro and Vinny in the morning, Cutting his Hair - TBC 

Cimmorro cuts Han’s hair - 27/4

After Vinny deemed his practice and studies complete yesterday, Cimmorro finds himself, once again, bored on the ship. it feels a little empty now that his studies are over. He's gone over his spellbook numerous times the entire morning, having a chat with Vinny about them. Eventually, the conversation came to a lull and Vinny decided he wanted to have a snack. having already had his, Cimmorro figures it's time to get some fresh air for him and Jasper in the meantime. He gives a notice to Vinny that he'll walk around the ship by ruffling his hair as he prepares to leave to grab a snack for himself, the act of it reminding him that, right, he still has to take care of Han's hair too. Now there's something to do for today.

Cimmorro: he makes his way out and walks to the direction of han and rokka's room, jasper following suit. the two give their door a friendly knock, only to find a motion sick rokka to answer it, the poor thing. he blubbers something about han being at the deck, and cimm gives his thanks by easing the nausea with a spell. hopefully he'll be able to sleep better now. they make their way to where rokka's wisdom guides them, and cimm looks around for any sign of Han Han: rokka's wisdom says han is on the deck usually, and lo and behold, she is, sitting on one of the rope protected edges, shockingly undisturbed by the crewmen despite it, but u can see all of them giving her dirty looks. shes just looking down at the sea, contemplating whatever she contemplates, one leg swinging off the edge Cimmorro: cimm sighs through a smile, at this point he's used to her attracting attention like this on the ship. he approaches her enough but is careful to not surprise her lest she falls off now. he greets her a cheerful but soft "yoohoooooo, hanny! whatcha doing?" Han: han jumps a bit anyway 😔 and comes out of her mindless staring, turning to face cimm slightly "nothing really. trying to see something in the sea. i didnt think it would get so boring here" =_= "and you?" Cimmorro: he groans in agreement. "goddess, i knooooooooooow. ugh. i already counted all the strands of fur on jasper at this point." an exaggeration, but he's certain he could do it if he actually tried. "ah, oh, i went out here to look for you actually! do you still wanna hairdress? :3" Han: she laughs and smirks "so bored despite your lessons? vinny must not be teaching you hard enough" she makes an :o face at that "yeah, sure! how- where...?" she starts asking before actually thinking about where to go and how its gonna happen Cimmorro: "vinny said i'm done for now! even though i asked him to give me more, he said my head might give up on itself and i should take it easy for a bit. blech. i feel like my brain's going to die faster out of the lack of shit i can do up here," is what he says, but truthfully it did start to get almost overwhelming on the last topic of formulas they had. so maybe taking a break is best... but that doesn't mean he'll stop pouting about it! he scrunches his face and tilts his head. "actually... good question. i visited rokka and he looked like shit. i had to help him out a bit but he could also be sleeping now, so not your room... and it's too windy out here, too... ah but, vinny's out for a snack right now and i'm sure he wouldn't mind your visit if he decides to come back before we're done."

The two walk on back to Cimmorro and Vinny’s room for the moment, Cimmorro readies himself to go through his second haircut of the trip as Han stares around the room.

Cimmorro: "i think we oughta have you sit on the floor otherwise i won't be able to reach you..." he says, looking a little 😅  he procures an extra blanket and clips to wrap around her, same way he did for vinny. Han: han has a vague idea of what goes into a haircut, and these all seems kind of excessive.... "all this rly needed?" she snorts a bit and plays with the blanket but lets cimm do his thang Cimmorro: she hears him respond behind her while he prepares his tools. "absolutely! or else all the cut strands will itch you all over cause they stick! you're gonna have to soak in the bath after this too." when he moves in front of her he gives her a good look now that they're more or less eye-level, trying to decide what direction to go for her. "hmmm... let's see... i got a couple ideas, but i'm curious if you've ever seen anything you fancied in shorewater yourself. lots of people come and go the inn after all" Han: han is like okay.... whatever u say baws... but she looks like she mostly finds it silly. she watches cimm look over her hair, before thinking over the dreaded hairstyle question "i .. i dont really know....." >_< she gets a bit shyer "i thought, maybe- i saw people have shaving on one side, and it looked cool, but ah..." she seems to still be struggling with the fact that she cut it at all Cimmorro: "oh, i think it's a new style recently too! you'd look so hip and fresh" he goes a little starry eyed at the image in his head. "if we keep it a longer on the other side, you'd be able to braid it whenever you want, since you seem to like that too" he begins brushing her hair gently, untangling anything he comes across. Han: 👉 👈 she twiddles her thumbs n looks down "..you think?" at the starry eyed-ness, at the braid comment she looks up, smiling "i could? that would be good" ^_^ Cimmorro: "i know so!" he huffs with pride. "and yup, even as short as it is, there's still a good handful of choices to style it with." he suddenly gasps at the idea of something. "we could braid it with some ribbons intertwined, too! oh, that would look so pretty on you!" the look on his face seems like he's getting excited and putting a mental note for it to try later Han: han struggles to imagine cimms vision but seems happy to go along with, nodding excitedly

Cimmorro: jasper has found herself a comfortable loafing spot on his bed watching it all unfold as cimm works on han's hair. he continues to ramble about all the possible styles for her hair and how to take care of it in this length. "you know, i find myself pretty amused at how your, and vinny's, and even keva's hairs are so easy to work with... i mentioned my sisters before, no? and how i do their hair? their's are suuuuuper curly and thick. it takes the entire day to get done!" he shares with a little laugh. Han: han listens attentively, trying to comprehend the vast hair knowledge cimm is putting on her. "hmm, are they? because they are flatter?" looks up to study cimms "your hair seems pretty not curly too" she listen to him talk about his sisters and looks worried "woah, really? that sounds like pain in the butt.... although, lot of people come into inn with curly hair, its always very pretty.." 🤔 Cimmorro: "yup, straight and silky. though vinny's a little similar to mine but that also means it makes it easier for me to work with too," he hums before continuing. "yeah, at first i was practically in combat with those things! but now it's not that hard anymore. i mean, i'm no expert but at least they look less like a lion's mane after it got hit by lightning, yknow?" he snorts while separating locks of her hair into parts. "they eventually learned how to do it themselves too... it is very pretty though i agree. i think it's more fun to stick jewelry in them too." Han: imagining said lion being struck by lightening, han goes "that sounds cool though..?" han slyly looks at cimm, not to interrupt his work, thinking about him struggling with getting his own jewelry out after a long day "hmm.. at least its pretty..." han sits in silence for a bit (IF CIMM PERMITS) before asking "are your sisters in krenic now, you think?" Cimmorro: cimm barks a laugh at han's opinion on his absurd example, not one that's meant to insult her but one that's more fond. along the lines of 'yep that's why han's the best.' at her question, he nods. "yup, they're at my temple. i spoke to one of em a little bit and they're actually anticipating me to arrive soon!" he says happily, his tail mirroring his mood. Han: han smiles, good mood being contagious "thats good to hear." she adds on, more teasingly, "would be nice to see them myself, if you permit" Cimmorro: she can hear him snicker as he moves towards the back of her hair, collecting another group of locks and fingers lightly brushing against her neck as he does so. "hmmm, i'll think about it~" he says, playing along. "i am curious of what they'd think of you... i have a feeling they'd be somewhat awestruck." Han: han shivers from the combo of having her hair being treated so gently, and the new length, and straightens out a bit as a way to get away from the touch. she snickers "huuuh? why? never seen someone way cooler than you before?" 😎 Cimmorro: he cackles good naturedly. "you know, normally i would refute you... but there's actually a good chance of you stealing my thunder when we get there!" Han: han actually sounds surprised "really?" she fist pumps a little bit, always happy to come out on top for any stupid reason, but then gets a little solemner "you said you were gone two years... im sure i couldnt steal any of their attention from you. you sound happy when you talk about them, so im sure they would be just excited as you to see each other."  she sighs dramatically "i guess ill live" Cimmorro: she can't get a good look at him right now but he's smiling with a soft chuckle, appreciative of her trying to reassure him. "they just get excited seeing travelers. we live in a, well, not completely secluded, but it is a mostly quiet place. especially when you compare it to our capital" he sighs "so anything new to the eyes is quite exciting." Han: han sounds surprised "really? i didnt realize.. i thought its religious, so it is popular, or big town... is it like, kind of town where biggest, most important building is church? almost like everyone else flocked to it" Cimmorro: "oh, don't get me wrong, it is religious. everywhere you go, clergy abound! some people like to call krenic the surplus of clerics." he laughs. "but, i don't live in the capital, but in a town at the outskirts of it. it's more peaceful there. i can't really get into all the rambunctious behavior in bakaldor. it's a bit much, especially with the common brawling." Han: han listens to him talk bakaldor and goes "honestly, just sounds like shorewater..." she sounds a little disappointed, like she was hoping it would be vastly different, but shes heartened by the idea of krenic, hmming curiously. suddenly reminded of something, she goes to look at cimm to address him before remembering she should stay still "hey, cimm, i have question" Cimmorro: he snickers a bit at the sound of her disappointment. "sorry to say that i live by the coastline too, though more rocks than sandy beach, but there's still a beach at least." he's just begun trimming her hair when she pipes up about a question. "hm? go ahead, shoot."

Han: hans heart breaking in front of u....... she kinda misses figstups fucked up forest now...... "so..." she thinks harder about how to phrase this "when finn said he is vampire, everyone seemed kind of shocked, and like they knew what he was talking about, and he gets upset easily about it when you ask him, so i dont want to ask him, and a lot of it i got by talking anyway and guessing, but, like... whats the big deal? and like, is there stuff im missing other than cant go in sun, eats living things, sleeps in little box?" she wants to scratch her head in confusion but goes to scratch her forehead instead Cimmorro: his movement halts for a brief moment when he realizes what she's asking, simply just because he wasn't expecting it. she hears a quiet snip as he speaks up "hm... well for starters, commonly, vampires food preference are people. they can feed off animals like the rest of us, albeit in a slightly different manner, but they get the most nutrition from people, so that easily gives them a bad rep." snip, snip. "there's also the fact that they can turn people into one of them too, and i'm not a hundred percent sure of how the process goes, but it can definitely be done to an unwilling target. and historically, this power has been abused by some of their kind. bad rep 2." another snip, before a brief silence. "... but, i think, in finn's case, it's not something i worry about him doing anymore. well, at the very least it's the last worry i have compared to my other issues with him, like how he picks a fight with me every time i'm in his peripheral vision." he snorts humorlessly. Han: han stays quiet for a while, weighing her thoughts. sounding a little tight, she murmurs "so what? people eat other people too, when desperate. sometimes not even desperate." she gives a small shrug. "i guess the turning into vampire bit is scary.. but that doesnt turn you into bad person." she starts playing with some string on her boots, feeling awkward "people turn bad for less." this time, she does pull away from cimm to face him, ignoring his attempt to lighten the mood. she looks... forlorn "do you think finn was forced to be vampire? is that why hes so sad about it?" Cimmorro: he seems shocked at her first response, why is she talking about that so lightly? almost like it comes from experience? witnessed or conditioned? his thoughts leaves him a little speechless so he lets her talk the rest of the way through. when she faces him, he pulls his tools away and stares at her. "i do," he responds, without needing to think about it, and looks away to the side as if in thought. "i don't know how or why it happened, but i think there's no denying that he seems to hate living under his own skin." he faces her again with a concerned look. "i don't believe that every vampire operates how their reputation perceives them, but people have a reason to be scared... and i'm not surprised if it turns out that finn is scared of himself under the guise of loathing." Han: han watches cimm intently as he talks, before looking down and away herself, her expression a turmoil of sadness, understanding, frustration. she turns away silently, sitting back down facing away from cimm, more stiff then she was before. she grips and loosens and then grips again her booted leg, almost absent mindedly, seemingly lost in thought.

Cimmorro: he finds himself a bit unsure on how to proceed but he tries to get back to his earlier pace with her hair anyways, if she lets him, and keeps working quietly. after a couple of minutes, he decides he kind of hates the silence. "...did something happen between you two?" he asks, a little hesitantly. "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, though" Han: she lets him, and she seems to ease up after those couple of minutes. she shrugs in response "not really. i went to say thanks for getting me out of fire during that fight, he was weird about it, but it was fine. then i asked him about vampire stuff and he got all quiet and WEIRDER. so i stopped asking pretty fast." she plays with the string on her shoes again "i dont think im capable of like, helping him- you know, like doctor or something- but i wanted to know more... understand better." she sounds pouty towards the end of that spiral Cimmorro: cimm rolls his eyes at her retelling of finn's behavior. as expected of him. he's proud of han though, for actually taking the steps to learn more, sympathizing him too. maybe he could start following her footsteps more... but not today! also, he did kinda try before, and finn only met him with hostility. ugh. he feels the bitterness bubbling again. "unfortunately, i have no knowledge of how to turn a vampire back to how they once were..." he hates feeling clueless so he tries to give her more information about vampires instead, to compensate. "another thing about vampires though, they are immortal, but there are very specific ways that they can die or be killed." Han: han makes a small hmm sound at cimms apparent lack of knowledge. then, he doesnt see it but can probably intue from her anyway, she rolls her eyes, remembering that stupid convo with finn "yea, i know. as if stabbing me enough times wont kill me.... is there something else beside being in sun?" Cimmorro: "running water, is one. stake to the heart is another. i believe they're vulnerable to silver as well? but at this point i'm not sure if that last one is just a myth. i do know holy symbols can burn and repel them, if used with intention," he hmms again. "ah, holy water also burns" Han: han mentally categorizes all the info, humming in response to each listing. she thinks for a moment before going "like your holy symbol?" Cimmorro: he nods "yes, even mine" Han: hans like damn thats awkward for yall huh... Celebrity Guest Aqua: 

Cimmorro: ADFHJKAJKSFAJKF

Han: han makes a face of like YIKES.. kinda hoping cimm doesnt see it. she waits for more info to come, and when it doesnt, she asks "is there someone i can ask more about it? or about undead? preferably not finn" 😒 Cimmorro: cimm kinda just laughs at the face she made. "it's not gonna do anything to him as long as i don't use it for that purpose. and i don't plan to, so don't worry," he makes a blank expression "unless he really tries to cross the line." he goes back to working on her hair again. "honestly, willow was your best and easy access candidate for that. though, since we're going to krenic, plenty of temples to seek wisdom from" Han: han stiffens for a moment at cimms hidden aggression towards finn, face twitching into a frown for a second. its not like she doesnt realize hes a dick, but... han withers a bit at the willow comment "ahhhh.. i shouldve known... of course, they are so smart and wise..." ue ue ue.. "i guess i will have to..." she sighs, sounding jokingly dejected Cimmorro: he makes half a smile at her. "is it just vampires you want to ask about or undead in general? you could also do some reading in our tower's archives. you'll at least find something worthwhile." Han: "both.... we seem to be running into them often..." at the archive comment, you can feel her sulk "i guess" Cimmorro: little did han know we're about to go into war with some wraiths Han: TRULY

Cimmorro:"unless you have radiant magic then undead will always be a problem, i'm sorry to say. though, hmmm" he puts a chin on his hand in thought. "you could dip your arrows in holy water" he seems to laugh at her sulking. "not a fan of tomes and scrolls?" Han: :O she did not think of that, making a mental note to get some holy water sometime..... actually-- "can you make holy water..?" it comes out more like a random thought she let out than an intended question. at his laughter she sulks more "i am. huge fan. of tomes. and scrolls." Cimmorro: he nods. "i can. but it's a process that also requires a bit of time and money" he simply pats her head the more she sulks, still amused. "you gotta get into some reading if you wanna be at your best hunting prowess! learn your enemy!" Han: [insert making note gif here] she gets embarrassed at his patting "i do learn about my enemy! im very good at that! reading ... is just.. slow" >:( Cimmorro: he laughs, she really does not look like one who enjoys spending time with scriptures. "well, i don't see what else you lot could be doing while we make a pit stop at my tower. might as well get to some reading, hm?" he seems to get a mischievous glint in his eye, remembering something he could tease her with. "have you ever heard of succubi? i think you'd be really interested in learning about those... try to find a tome about fiends." evil way of motivating her to read Han: she doesnt want to agree, but he does make a point..... and reading IS interesting, she likes the poetry psalm got, its just so frustrating... she perks up at the mention of succubi "i havent heard. whats that?" Cimmorro: "they're fiends whose entire deal is to seduce people and they're oftentimes very voluptuous, but they can also shapeshift according to one's desires. they're a bit dangerous though!" Han: han sits up straighter and turns to cimm with a blank face "what" he must be joking Cimmorro: "get to reading~" Han: narrows her eyes and scrunchies her face in suspicion, turns back grumbling about annoying clerics, but on god she gonna find some book on fiends Cimmorro: cimm continues to laugh and focuses on finishing her hair Han: 😤 HMPH PERHAPS I WILL aura radiating from han rn

Following that somewhat tense conversation, and easing into dick jokes, Han and Cimmorro continue their hairdressing event for a while longer. Cimmorro working diligently, until the time comes to decide to shave one side, wherein Han spends approximately half an hour on/off squealing, crying, begging, accepting, dry heaving, and screaming at Cimmorro to JUST DOOO ITT, before she finally works up the courage to get that side shave she wanted. Cimmorro patiently fulfills her wish.

Cimmorro and Finn on the Deck Ft. Vinny - 5/4

Later on that day in the oh so fateful evening, an invitation from Finn finds its way under the crack of Cimmorro and Vinny’s door, reading the following:

cimmorro, surely you expect to be summoned for another sending as you read these words... know that thou art wrong! i desire your company for matters entirely unrelated to my lord uncle. you may find me in my chambers until 8 o'clock (and i may mention that you have explicit permission to enter them tonight) or on the deck anytime after signed finnian o. a. barvotte

you will note that it is currently 19:55, so there is a very low probability you can actually go to finns room (no doubt by his own design)

Unbeknownst to him, working away on the floor is Vinny. He finds himself cleaning up after one of him and Cimmorro's final study sessions, the latter having excused himself to the washroom for a moment. He picks up a few tomes and notes before clumsily spilling a half empty inkwell over the floor. He flounders for a moment before going to clean it up with a cloth, as he does he spies a note laying on the floor by the door, now partially stained.

Opening it up curiously he finds himself utterly confused by its contents.... which of them is this even addressed to...? he cant quite tell... if it were the man himself why didn't he just knock actually, the light was on inside. As soon as Cimmorro returns he presents the letter to him with a confused tilt of his head and partially ink stained hands

Vinny: ”er... do you have any inkling as to what this could be about?" Cimmorro: cimm comes back with evidence of him detouring for a little snack break at the bar. a cup of ice cream and a spoon still hanging from his mouth as he tilts his head up at vinny curiously before taking the note to read it himself. (conveniently for our sakes the sending part is also stained so that cimm cant have any context of it being for him) "DESIRE, he said?" he snorts "and 8 oclock? how long has this been here...? why didn't he just knock-- 🙄" he shakes his head and holds his cup of ice cream like its a wine glass. "it's finn, it could be about anything really. only way to find out is to meet him" Vinny: he scratches the back of his head staring down at the note again "thats what i was thinking, though er maybe he didn't want to bother us?" he looks around the room as he says that "do we ...both go?" he eyes the ice cream for a brief second to ascertain the flavour in the cup Cimmorro: "fair, I'll remember to put a sock on the knob next time then" he notices him eyeing the ice cream and takes a scoop to put inn vinny's mouth without warning. "even if he just wanted you to go I'm not leaving you alone with him when I'm not even sure what his motives are. come on" he turns around and starts walking to the deck 🚶 Vinny: he makes a face at the first comment though before he can reply he lets out a surprised sound at the ice cream thrust towards him, he moves to catch the spoon as cimmorro waltz off, quickly running and grabbing his jacket "a-ah! wait it might be cold!" and scuttles after him

As they make their way up to the deck Finn stands, leaning across the railing. One might think he is observing the sky or trying to block out everything else around him, but he was actually focusing intently.

Finn: as soon as he hears cimmorro approaching he turns around dramatically, wine glass in hand that has very little liquid in it. he was pouring it out little by little out of boredom while he waited. not like he can drink it anyway. "so, youve come!" his enthusiasm wanes immediately as he realizes vinny is accompanying his target and he openly grimaces. "...what did you bring him for?" it should be noted that finn is wearing some sort of nightgown, it is a little see-through at the top and the sleeves. also it would seem hes brought a cup of tea for cimmorro thats seated on the railing, but hes holding onto it so it shant fall. Cimmorro: cimm was like. walking with purpose but as soon he actually processes finn and this whole set up he just IMMEDIATELY freezes in his spot and is just fucking dumbfounded like ????????? Vinny: he makes a strained smile behind cimmorro, glancing between the two of them "er... should i not have been brought..?" Cimmorro: "sorry vinny, i guess im the one getting sloppy styles not you" a deadpan joke comes out of him after another moment. "finn. what the fuck? i left jasper in the room for this" Finn: finn glares at you and replies with a curt "no" Vinny: "🙂" Finn: its finns turn to make a strained face and he shakes his head "this is a social call cimmorro... i believe i made that quite clear in my invitation..." Vinny: vinny stares at the ground Cimmorro: "well, your invitation wasn't chemical proof. why didn't you just knock?" cimm just goes over to show finn the note to show fucked it is Finn: finn pauses, gaze calculating, before he states as if it was very obvious "i do not have that kind of time" but as hes being shown the note he cringes "just how... did that happen" internally hes fuming, he didnt spend 10 minutes rendering his adversary's name in cursive only for it to be ruined "how did that happen?" he repeats, this time with a hint of bitterness thats not a hint at all, but he'd like to think hes being merciful Vinny: he continues looking towards the floor as he responds "we have alot of study equipment laying around the room at the moment..." Cimmorro: "knocking would've taken less time than writing in typeface Aphrodite Slim Pro" he shakes his head. "really if it wasn't the mixtures it would've been the sole of my shoe messing it up." Finn: finn is a little surprised that the wizard is still here and he raises an eyebrow "i believe ive told you your presence is unwanted. i suggest you make yourself scarce now." he squints at the pathetic figure before him, wishing itd physically hurt the man to be in his presence right now at cimmorro hes back to raising an eyebrow but hes clearly acting more favorably towards cimm, not as mad as he is at vinny, almost playful.... god forbid, forgiving, even. "tragic as it is, im not interested in arguing semantics with you tonight... youve found me" he nods, as if to affirm it to himself that hes this close to having a successful outing with another vengaboy "that should not stop us from enjoying the night i dare say!" he puts on a smile now. it is the tiniest bit fake. he does this to forecfully lighten the mood, at least thats the idea. although he is a little miffed cimmorro didnt appreciate the effort he put into the font. Cimmorro: "what are you so fucking rude for? i told you it was a misunderstanding" he folds his arms, displeased. "you think I'm gonna enjoy my time up here with you when you're being an asshole to my guest?" Vinny: he looks as if he was going to say something but as cimmorro speaks up for him he just glances between the two of them anxiously again Finn: finn huffs and pouts. internally, hes fearful this will turn out like the latest interaction hes had with psalm. it will cost him everything to sacrifice his pride, but if he doesnt, he and cimmorro can never be like naruto and sasuke he thinks to himself. hes visibly going through an inner monologue, some inner battle... before he sighs and glares slightly less at vinny. "as youve said cimmorro, it was a misunderstanding and i was simply very upset about my planned time with you being interrupted..."

Finn: he then goes "will you still accept the tea ive brought you?" and holds it out to cimmorro

Cimmorro: CIMM IS VISIBLY UNNERVED AND CONFUSED HAKWKWKWKKSLEKDJKWMDMEMF Vinny: i like that hes still ignoring vinny Han: TARGET LOCK ON ) Special Guest Aqua: IM GONNA KILL YOU I THINK)

Cimmorro: "?????????" he turns to vinny with a 'are you seeing this' look then turns back to finn again like "????????? are you fucking alright?????" the sight of finn doing.... that. makes him feel genuine concern and disgust at the same time if both werent possible to simultaneously express before, well, they are now. does he actually want to spend time with him so badly? this would've easily inflated his ego if he also just wasn't utterly confused. he shifts his attention vinny again and grimacing as he suggests "i think you should go while you still have the chance... if something happens to me just make sure jasper gets home safely" he hands him he remnants of his ice cream to go. Vinny: he looks back at cimmorro equally confused, leaning towards him to speak "i didn't know you were that close...?" as he's handed the icecream his eyes widen, he tries to not seem too excited by it as he focuses back on cimmorro, being serious "well, if you're sure you want me to go..." he looks back at finn "have a good... evening?" he glances at finn's outfit then thinks for a moment "er, not much in the way of apology but..." he shucks off his overcoat and places it over the man's shoulders without a thought "try not to get too cold, it's pretty windy..!" at peace with having seemingly smoothed this social blemish over, vinny turns without waiting for a reaction. waving to cimmorro he immediately walks off, eyeing the icecream in his hand as he heads below deck again Cimmorro: cimm gags at the suggestion of him and finn having something going on "don't even joke!" but laughs a bit at vinny's flash of desire towards the dessert. he quietly watches vinny bumble about and waves back when he does Finn: finn is a bit stunned at the action, so much so that he cant get a single word out... he merely watches the wizard leave, a tinge of regret washing over him as he absentmindedly tugs at the overcoat now placed on his shoulders. one could see finn was on the cusp of self awareness at this moment. he looks at cimmorro with an absent look in his eyes before turning around, leaning over the railing again "... its not like our date. i wont force you this time." Cimmorro: cimm seems to study finn's every word and body language, trying to understand what this fuss is all about, before making any sudden and/or misleading movements. eventually, he puts his hands up and walks up beside him. "right. i give up. what's all this? is this team bonding time?" he takes the cup of tea off of finn's hands, bringing it up to his face, catching its scent. if there's anything he sees eye to eye with finn, it's his taste for fine things in life. and surely the choice of beverage was a testament of that. "impressive," he says after a sip. Finn: finn doesnt really react to that, he thinks about what to say now that cimmorro has decided to stay for whatever reason. but as that compliment unexpectedly leaves his adversary's lips he looks up at the man "truly? you think so?" its been so long for him that the taste of things like tea has begun leaving his memory. he cant recall anymore. only that he deemed some kinds good at a point in his life. "im most pleased to have made the right choice in that regard" his mood is a little boosted by this, he nods to himself but quickly finds himself stuck "...i was so sure about what i wanted to talk to you about, but the wizard threw me off.. what should i do about this now?" he gestures at the overcoat, he seems to be genuinely conflicted about the way that interaction went......almost regretful. but only almost. Cimmorro: cimm nods. "not gonna lie, i thought it'd be laced with something though," he says as merely a jest, snorting as if to reassure finn he meant no insult in the comment, however surprising it may be. as finn shares his current woes, his lip twists to the one side. "perhaps take it as a lesson of humility? i really don't understand why you reacted the way you did. the man didn't do anything." another sip of tea. he sort of just trails his gaze into the distance and just thinking of how tf he got into this situation and why he's giving finn therapy now Finn: finn playfully rolls his eyes at the laced comment. oh this? its laced with shounen rivalry. he thinks cimms words over, quite literally turns them upside down and all sorts of directions in his head. he didnt like it. he didnt like where itd lead either if this continued "he showed up uninv-" he hears uncle vordes voice faintly in his mind...he cant make out the words, he just knows its wrong. he DOES know himself he cant say 'vinny has the soul of an old man and i think hes stupid' though. "i didnt feel like dealing with change" it comes out more honest than he intends and he quickly makes sure to keep on talking lest cimmorro might catch on "ill think carefully about... making my amends" finn cards a hand through his own hair and goes back to observing cimmorro "unfortunate start aside, the reason i wanted to be with you is.." he gestures vaguely with a limp wrist "we both hated what ended up happening in figstup, and i felt some sort of solidarity between us... i thought we could" a pause "build on that" Cimmorro: cimm lets out a small laugh at finn's honest admittance to the refusal of change. "well, I can't say I'm surprised to hear that from you. and by all means, if you need me to not be in the room when you decide to return his coat and apologize then I'd be glad to step aside." taking another drink, he eyes finn as he finally lays out his intentions. so, he does want to just bond after all? was he just lonely? cimm assumes that perhaps plum, finn's current roommate, wasn't really the person to share the disdain with when they seemed rather into it themselves. makes sense enough. "ah, i see. well, I don't see why not... though i have a feeling we had different reasons. so, sorry to crush your expectations, if ever" he says with a laidback shrug Finn: finn makes some kind of undignified noise in his throat and pretends to clear it "i will be sure to alarm you in advance should i require privacy of that extent" he finishes clearing his throat and swirls the little bit of wine thats left in his glass around "it doesnt necessarily have to be about that incident" he cringes "id be more than happy to forget. i was just thinking... its rare for us to have a common ground or... speak to each other without difficulty- by the way, do you drink?" he tilts his head and then looks between cimm and his wine "i know barely anything about you. only what i want to know." he looks at cimm with some kind of intensity. only what i think will justify my hatred, he doesnt say. "i will say that ive meant what ive told you.. during our date. i thought that the enjoyment of our rivalry was mutual but with the way youve been treating me i may have misjudged the situation." Cimmorro: he tries to hold a laugh at the reaction but says nothing more. "i do drink, and I'm fascinated you even have that." he gestures at the wine glass "i thought you can't consume anything but blood?" he asks, but finn's fierce gaze strikes him amused for some reason... kind of reminds him of a child. it's hard to take it seriously. "date... date... ah, that date. yeah i remember now," he nods as he brings his cup to his mouth again. whatever promises they've made that night, he thought was just a one time thing. though, in hindsight, he shouldn't be surprised that finn derives in that kind of... bond. and he won't lie, he found it rather funny messing around like that. he decides to press finn a little more on the matter, curious. "and how exactly have i been treating you? i wasn't aware there was a certain criteria i needed to be operating under" Finn: finn thinks to answer cimmorros inquiry about the wine, but decides he'll find a way to get it down cimmorros throat later. theres more pressing matters at hand. he huffs and gestures vaguely "w-well! its not that you need to operate under certain criteria its rather that- that you dont at all" he mumbles the last part. unsure himself if he should be revealing so much of himself... but he did call cimm here for a reason and he could only fuck their relationship up so many times before it was the silent treatment for good "youre... tired of my antics... you dont react or fight with me" hes pouting now, almost like a jealous girlfriend. "so clearly we arent on the same page about it... thats what this is all about" he quickly adds and swirls his glass out of nervousness Cimmorro: cimm blinks owlishly at him and thinks 'i literally just told him he's an asshole a few minutes ago what does he want from me....' "hmm," he stares at the faded horizon, leaning his elbow on the railing.  "so, let me get this straight. all this... is because you miss my attention?" Finn: finn looks at cimm with a somewhat horrified expression. he feels haggard. he must look it too. he doesnt know what to say. he takes a long moment to process whats happening, stares at whats below them and opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes tumbling out, to his surprise. what a humiliating thing to make him admit. there has to be a way to phrase this differently. there has to be. "maybe" (<- in a very quiet voice) Cimmorro: cimm tries not to laugh, he really does, but it eventually does spill out. he makes a poor a attempt to hide it behind a hand. "sorry i just came to understand why you lashed out the way you did when i brought vinny." Finn: finn feels mortified. how did this happen? why did he ever listen to uncle vorde? why did he ever try to be more sociable? his reputation with cimm was in shambles. permanently. he feels his eye twitch and he stares at the man in disbelief. hes not sure if he wants to hear it. hes not sure if itll look bad if he tries to deny whatever uncouth lies cimm is making up in his mind right now. "foolish as always" he settles for this, accompanied by a glare "i dont know what youre thinking but the truth is that youre still an eyesore to me, youre arrogant and lax in situations you shouldnt be in, you respect barely anyone. you stole my look for the ball, one of your most unforgivable offences, but worst of all is this dull ache your absence introduced... its boring without all that. how dare you indulge me and then take yourself away?" finn hopes this doesnt immediately ruin the good will hes seemingly built up now. just maybe, just once this could play out like in one of his mangas. he feels the urge to call cimmorro an..."...idiot" (the idiot is very soft. very very soft. almost.... affectionate)

Cimmorro: cimm watches and listens to finn go about his little tirade with a smile. unaffected by most of finn's accusations (except the ball outfit one, he took insult from that), he nods pensively as if encouraging finn to let it all out. he seems to be so sure of himself now, feeling the high from being on the upper ground. there's a small part of his conscience that tells him to just put finn out of his misery right here and now, but he's been looking down on them for so long cimm can't help but toy with him a little more. when finn is all spent, cimm gifts him a wicked little smile. "are you sure that's all you want to get off your chest?" Finn: finn is briefly staggered by that smile. how wicked. how cruel. perhaps cimmorro had never stopped playing their game after all. who would torture him like this if not cimmorro? he wants to reach out and strangle the man right here, as if they were alone. confess thoughts he himself avoids dwelling on, whisper everything into his ear. would cimmorro enjoy that? finn snaps out of his trance and blinks. not here. "what? cant get enough of my critique, can you? youll have to go back to how things were with me if youre dying to hear more" <- unearned confidence + smug smile Cimmorro: cimm seems entertained. he gets the idea to give a little treat for finn along with the intent to keep their conversation to themselves. so, he delivers his response in elvish. "yes, well, i was simply hoping you'd be more honest with yourself and your interest to fuck me is all" he says bluntly, smile never fading. he switches back to common in utmost ease. "i might've actually considered it this time around since you were being soooooo cute about it!" fingers find their way to tilt finn's chin up briefly before pulling away just as quick. "but, i suppose there's also no fun in it if i just gave it to you. you're right. so let's continue this little chase for however loooooooooong it may be. starting now in fact," he pulls away from the railing and dusts his clothes off. "have a good rest of your evening, finnian. i actually enjoyed this time." he turns around, stops and addresses finn again "oh and, thank you for the tea. I've always known you had fine taste, but for it to include me too? well, I'm flattered" one more flash of that same shit eating grin. ego has definitely been bloated. "good night." Finn: once again nothing has gone according to finns plans. he wanted to ask what cimmorro does in his time off aside from reading. if hes ever heard of manga. he had a request, even and yet hes failed to mention any of it. the scene plays out in his head over and over again. the sudden touch. where did this bastard learn how to speak elven? how? why? why now? maybe he shouldnt've reignited these flames. before finn knows it he feels his nails digging into the wood of the railing through his glove. cimmorros use of his full name leaves a particularly disgusting aftershock, one that he cant mask. finn stares at the mans back. theres no good rebuttal he can think of in the moment. he hates that he cant one up him. hates that he'll be up all night agonizing over this. finn absentmindedly touches over his mouth where his fangs are. he thinks of drinking and vomiting.

Keva’s Writing Lesson with Cimmorro - 10/4

The next day Keva finds herself standing outsider the door to Cimmorro and Vinny’s room, holding her new journal in her hands.

Keva: keva hates feeling stupid, so what the fuck is she doing? she looks down at the plain leather-bound journal in her hands, thumbs running across the cover. looks back up at the door in front of her, and then around her to see if anyone’s seeing her stand outside someone’s doorway like an idiot. she's repeated this cycle at least two times at this point. she hasn’t told cimmorro about the journal yet, even though she got it as his suggestion for her studies, if that’s still even happening. keva had every intention to tell him sooner, and almost did a few times in the past several days, but… but he was studying with vinny and she didn’t want to interrupt them. and well, he’s probably too busy practicing his new magic now anyway. he looked like he was having fun showing off in the dining hall the other day. in fact he’s probably forgotten all about teaching her so she should just go back to her room and forget she asked for anything. but the fucker had given keva hope, and she did still want to learn… one of her thumbs flicks against a paper frog she hooked on the cover while the other is getting chewed on as she thinks. ‘ah, fuck it’ she wipes her thumb against her clothes before reaching out to knock, but just then Cimmorro's door opens.

Cimmorro: as the door opens, keva hears a familiar voice in the middle of a conversation. "...and that, my sweet little jasper, is why cadavers are valuable-- oh?" cimm finds himself surprised to see someone on the other side of the door, and it's keva of all people. jasper soon makes herself seen, tilting her head at their surprise guest and greets her a happy meow. "kevster! what do i owe this pleasure...?" he trails off as his eyes wander to the item in her hands. once he clocks what it is, he gasps with a hand over his mouth accompanied with an excited glint in his eyes. Keva: his reaction makes her feel as embarrassed as she thought she'd be. her wide eyes quickly cast themselves to the side and she instinctively moves to hide the book, but she only gets halfway there before she stops herself because clearly he's seen it. "i-- um." gods. she makes a soft sound of frustration before she steels herself again and shoves it into cimmorro's hands. "i got the stupid book. what now?" Cimmorro: he makes a light 'oof' sound as she pushes the book to him, but his smile never wanes. "w-why are you giving it to me? it's yours!" as he tries to put it back in her hands, he finally notices the paper frog which earns another gasp from him, pulling the journal back to look at it closer clearly distracted by it. "oh, you kept it 🥺" Keva: "you left without them." she pulls the other one they had been playing with from a pocket, smoothing out crinkles from past rough treatment before holding it out for him. cimmorro can tell that she's tried to save the frog hanging off the journal cover, too. she actually still isn't sure why he left upset with her that day, but he hasn't seemed angry at her since...? she decides not to bring it up right now. Cimmorro: "they're made out of flyers. i could just make more," despite what he says, he seems amused and touched she even cared for them. he politely waves a hand when keva tries to give them back. "you can have them. i think they've found themselves a nice home... but, i have to ask... why are they so beat?" he asks as he laughs, handing her journal back to her. "taking out your frustrations on innocent frogs?" Keva: she takes her journal and paper frogs back a bit sheepishly. she doesn't know why she handed the journal to him either, but she puts that thought away for the moment. "if that was it, there wouldn't be anything left of them." she carefully tucks the other frog next to the one already on the cover. "someone almost stepped on them, so i had to grab them quickly is all." keva doesn't make eye contact with cimm for a bit, keeping them on her journal again. she could probably pick it out of a pile by touch alone, with how much she's fidgeted with it since she's purchased it. "...what should i do with this now?" Cimmorro: "right, right... i'm the one who left them on the floor." he puts a hand to the side of his face as he calls out to the frogs. "sorry for being a neglectful and absent father, boys!" he cackles and faces keva again properly when he says, "you'll let me know when they decide to forgive me, yeah?" cimm watches her silence for a bit but smiles again at her question. "well, for starters, we could officially stamp it as yours! have you written your name on it yet? we should also put a date on it" Keva: a smile touches her eyes the tiniest bit at his joke, though it falls away quickly in her uncharacteristic awkwardness. "i... don't know how to write my name." she looks up at cimm to watch him carefully for any judgement, before looking away again. as if to save face a little, she adds, "i can recognize it though... if i saw it." Cimmorro: "oh?" cimm hums for a second in thought, not minding keva's strange behavior much as he's focused on the task at hand. he quickly comes up with an idea. "no worries, we can start with that then. i'm thinking i could show you all the letters then you point out what you know is part of your name. although i have a few guesses you can look at too," he nods to himself, seemingly satisfied by his own genius. it doesn't take him too long to realize something else however. "ah but, do you know your name in common? or something else?" Keva: keva's silently relieved that he simply takes things in stride without so much as a blink. she nods. "and in halfling." Cimmorro: keva sees him snap a finger and click his tongue "tsk, shoot. i hardly touched on my halfling...! yet another humble reminder that i can't be the perfect dreamboy..." he clutches his chest dramatically with a mournful shake of his head. "that was the next thing on my list though... at least we could work off common," he adds. "i don't have plans right now, if you'd like to have a go at it" he smiles again and steps to the side of the door as if to invite her in. "i was merely going to go out for a smoke but that's unimportant" Keva: his dramatics make her snort and roll her eyes. she steps into his room at his invitation, sets her journal down, and crouches down to hold her hand out to jasper in greeting. "you could crack open your window, though hopefully you have some to share," she half-jokes. Cimmorro: "ah, i avoid smoking indoors. it clings onto things, yknow? and it's not healthy for jasper. i'm afraid if i open the window it would make everything fly about, too. not to mention my hair!" he steps farther inside and settles to sit on his bed. "we could always have a smoke break later. do you have a quill?" he asks while rummaging through his own bag Keva: "ah, hold on." keva heads back to her room to grab her quill and magic inkwell. she hadn't thought they'd start so soon so she didn't bring them, but she had left them conveniently by her bed. when she returns, she places them carefully by her journal, and if cimm looks carefully, he can see the nib's already been dipped in ink before.

[ glancing carefully he does]

Cimmorro: when she comes back, cimm seems to have prepared some parchments of his own and jasper curiously sniffing her  journal. he eyes her belongings, pleased that she prepared well, and notices the used quill. "oho, what's this? you started writing without me?" Keva: she was hoping he wouldn't notice, so of course he did. "not really," and she doesn't seem like she's going to talk about it more than that at the moment, busying her hands with petting jasper. "what are your guesses for my name?" Cimmorro: "pfft, no need to be so shy about it. i'm just glad you came around." he sits on the floor, using his bed as a surface and invites her to come sit beside. "you'll see," he begins writing down some, ranging from whatever is the common equivalents of 'cheva, keyvu, kaevu' and so on (he will land on 'keva' eventually at some point. hopefully.) while writing, he speaks up "why don't ya tell me how you know your name? i'm quite curious of that. were you named after a brand of something, that's why you know what it looks like?" Keva: she shuffles over with her things and watches him write curiously, noting that none of them look right yet. she does turn to him in surprise though at his question, not expecting him to ask that. "no, it's..." keva debates if she really even wants to answer... but she figures he's doing her a favor. the least she could do is answer some of his questions. she'll just... leave some details out, if she can. "it's a best guess from someone i knew." Cimmorro: he snickers when he senses keva watching and noticing how she hasn't made a comment on any of them. "nothing so far, huh?" he continues listing down more as he listens to her but his writing stops as her response leaves him a little confused. he tilts his head at her curiously "... 'best guess?'" Keva: keva lets her head fall against the mattress while she thinks through how to explain this. "i don't actually know how it's supposed to be spelled. it's just..." a half-shrug "what i was called, and my friend guessed how to write it." Cimmorro: "i see," he turns to look at the wall in front of them, eyes not focusing on anything in particular and darts across the wood, lost in thought. a friend guessed it? not a parent? "...was it orin?" he finally asks "maybe i could ask him if so... although i am having fun guessing" Keva: she mostly keeps her eyes somewhere in the distance as a silence falls between them, though she does look to see what she can glean off his face just once. when he speaks, she smiles weakly and shakes her head lightly. "he might know how to write it though, now that you mention it." Cimmorro: cimm makes a surprised smile with his eyebrows raising. "goodness, what's this revelation you're opening up to me...?! our miss keva with more friends?" he jests with a light nudge of an elbow, continuing with a playful and sarcastic tone. "suddenly, i feel like i don't know you enough...!" he goes back to writing more of his guesses as he responds. "well if i give up or if you end up feeling fed up of waiting, we can call orin for help then 😌 " Keva: he gets a huff of a laugh as keva turns her face into the mattress as if to hide a bit. she notes the faint scent of lavender. keva lifts her head back up at the mention of calling orin, “no i don’t want to bother him. he’s probably busy.” she peeks over at the papers again and points at ‘kiva’ “this one’s pretty close” Cimmorro: cimm was about to say something but lets out a gasp when keva points out one of the names. "WHOAH, FOR REAL? oh that narrows down by so much... what do you think is off from it?" Keva: “the second letter should be different, i think?” Cimmorro: "oh easy, watch this," he gives her a wink and writes another name, finally landing on 'keva' then he looks at her with pride, along with his eyebrows going up and down. Keva: “that’s it!” she takes the paper to get a good look at her name. that’s right. she remembers the first letter the best, but it’s been a while since she’s seen the whole thing. she had tried writing it earlier in her journal but the first letter turned out so horribly and she couldn’t remember the rest, and in her own embarrassment she tore out the page. she starts to trace over the letters with her finger and pulls away when she finds the ink still wet, smudging the writing in the process. she can’t help but look disappointed as she mutters “shit” to herself Cimmorro: cimm blinks at her, surprised. he didn't expect to get such a strong reaction... but when he thinks about it, well, it makes sense. someone who doesn't know how to write their own name must mean they see it so rarely. it's... a lonely thought. he peeks at her from the side with a smile "yeah that's the problem with ink, takes a while to dry. ugh, all the stains i had to deal with all my years." he rolls his eyes. "don't worry though, now i know, it's time to teach you!" Keva: keva’s definitely going to worry. she hasn’t figured out how to hold a quill yet, which is part of the disaster of her first attempt. she didn’t think it’d give her so much trouble at first, being pretty deft with her hands, but holding something to write felt so foreign. nevertheless, she picks up her quill, running her fingers thru the feather. “…can i practice on those papers first before trying to write it in the book?” Cimmorro: cimm tilts his head at her, not judging but only curious. "well... I don't see a problem with it. but i was hoping we put all your practice in the book so you can look back and see your progress" he stares at the book and back at her and adds, "you're not gonna ruin it, i promise" Keva: she looks at cimm and then looks at her journal, still hesitating. in the end, it’s her pride that gets her to crack open her journal, not wanting look too scared to write in a fucking book (even though it is making her nervous). “you owe me a new one then if i do ruin it” holding her quill with her left hand, she covers some of the evidence of a first page that’s no longer there, intentionally or not. she stares for a second at the blank page before glancing back at cimmorro expectantly.

As he glances at Keva’s hands Cimmorro notes she’s got no idea what she’s doing, adjusting her grip on it constantly as she finds it too uncomfortable.

Cimmorro: cimm seems pleased at her relenting, even if it's accompanied with what he thinks is a glare. "sure. no problems with me," he flashes a smile that falters a little once he notices her grip, so he demonstrates how he holds it himself. "this can be a little tricky cause you're lefthanded and I'm right-- but not impossible!" after watching her struggle with it, he eventually takes her hand into his, adjusting her grip by aligning with his, making the gap between them practically nonexistent. "if you hold it this way, it would put less strain on your muscle here" he trails a tendon with his finger on a free hand. "it'll also be easier to write curves!" Keva: as he draws closer he'd be able to feel her tense up and even lean away from him a bit in surprise. she catches on quickly what he's doing, which is the only thing that stopped her elbow from pressing any further into his rib cage, but it still puts her on edge and he can definitely still feel her bone digging into his a bit. this makes it a bit difficult for cimm to adjust her grip at first, what with her fingers locked into place. as he talks her through it though, he notices her fingers relax enough for him to move them into place. she wonders for a moment why he's so warm despite his light layers--is it a tiefling thing?--but steers her focus back to her hand (and only her hand if she can help it) to try and remember how the quill should feel in her hands. she simply nods, hoping her untied hair hides her slightly pink ears. Cimmorro: cimm can't deny that he noticed her tense up, and he figured she would, but he has to do this otherwise she won't learn. when she finally gets the grip right, he still doesn't let go. "okay, nice. now, keep it steady and don't press too hard, you might tear the paper." he begins to guide her on the first stroke of the 'K' then the second, and so on until she completes it. when she does, he pulls away and brings his hands up and goes "tadaaa! easy! a little shaky but you got there!" Keva: her shoulders, raised a bit near her ears, remain on guard for a few seconds even after cimmorro pulls away. when she finally relaxes, she eyes her own grip on the quill for a moment, before she attempts another K on her own, just as slow as the first. "like that?" Cimmorro: he chimes as she watches her do it on her own. "yes! you pick up fast," he claps. "how about you try filling that page up with those so you can get a better hand at it? let it sink into your muscle memory and all" Keva: keva sets straight to work. she doesn't talk much as she writes, pressing her lips together in concentration and letting the sound of the scratching against paper take her place instead. she continues to draw each stroke slowly at first, each line a bit shaky in the lack of smooth handling and each K much larger than it needs to be. she occasionally glances at cimm's earlier guesswork, noting that his writing isn't so exaggeratedly big or squiggly.  as she gets more comfortable, she strives to straighten lines and write a bit smaller. Cimmorro: "oh, i-- okay!" he finds himself stunned at her diligence, but not any less satisfied. he meant to suggest that she could leave her to do that when she gets back to her room, like a homework of sorts, and focus on her finishing her name first right now, but he's not complaining. it's nice to see her get into it, so he merely smiles. he keeps the initial writing of her name he wrote near her for her to reference and starts to work on writing the entire alphabet on a separate parchment for her perusal later. he writes exceptionally slower than usual, making sure it's legible for her. at this point jasper has made herself comfortable on the same mattress where the two silently get to work. Keva: as keva looks again to the paper, her gaze skates over to it and lands on jasper lounging just a little ways away. she gently taps the feathered end of her quill on jasper's nose, smiling at how relaxed she looks before she goes back to fill in the last few letters she can on the page. keva looks over to cimmorro working and watches him curiously for a moment before tapping on his arm to show him she's done. Cimmorro: jasper blinks a couple of times at the feather and paws at it, with her tongue still sticking out from being distracted from her bath time. when keva's had her fill, she simply goes back to cleaning herself again. cimm perks up at the tap and looks over at her penmanship. "oh you got the hang of that one quick," he looks at her with a little glint in his eyes. "it's already less wobbly on these ones here at the bottom... how's your hand? still feel weird holding a pen?" Keva: the tiniest smile pulls at the edge of her mouth for a moment at the praise before keva reels it back in. at his question, she puts the quill down and flexes her hand a bit, not used to holding something so small in such a particular way and a bit tired from holding the quill tightly to maintain the proper grip. "sort of. i'm fine though" she juts her chin at the parchment he's working on "what's that?" Cimmorro: cimm finds her reluctance to fully smile kind of funny but he tries to hold in a laugh. he'll have her break at some point, he thinks. "just make sure you're not holding it too tight, you don't need to fight it," he snorts. "and these," he holds up the parchment for her "are all the letters you need to write common. we'll go through them one by one!" Keva: she takes the parchment and scans it over. there's a look of nostalgia that comes over her for a moment, looking at all the letters together. she remembers the letters scrawled into the dry dirt with a stick, lessons she wishes she had paid attention to back then, if only to cause a little less grief. before she can sink too deep in her thoughts, she snaps herself out of it and looks back towards her fully written name. letter by letter, she identifies the other letters she still needs to learn, tapping on each and tracing them with a finger. "what do you call the letters in my name?" Cimmorro: cimm watches her quietly, a little curious at the expression she was holding, it looked... forlorn? but before he could ask if she's alright, she began to study the letters in her own way. he decides to observe her and give her space to take it all in, at the same time trying to understand how she prefers to work. when she poses a question to him, he readily responds, "k, e, v, a - in that order" he taps each letter on the parchment as he vocalizes them. "it's a nice name! quick to learn too. does it mean something, do you think?" he tilts his head slightly in wonder Keva: keva looks at cimmorro like he just said smth strange. "i don't know. it's just what i've been called." she never considered that maybe her name was chosen on purpose. a shame she'll probably never get to find out. "...does your name mean something?" Cimmorro: "hmm," he clears up a bit of the parchment on the bed as he talks. "well, to me, keva is this very mean and stubborn girl who likes to physically hurt me," he snorts and continues. "she's also quite funny, and recently I've learned that she's apparently a diligent, fast learner. i look forward to teaching her" he gives keva a good natured smile. he continues to smile even as keva asks the question. "i'm named after the infernal word for cemetery" Keva: the best keva knows how to process cimmorro's words in the moment is with a sound of disdain and an eyeroll, trying not to let her face warm up visibly. thankfully she doesn't have to try too hard as the shock from his reply does the job. she always heard jasidians were strange but... she doesn't hide her confusion or surprise "why? i mean i know you're jasidian, but, bit dark even for you lot to name your child like that, isn't it?" Cimmorro: cimm's smile pulls on one side, fully expecting her reaction. "I don't see it that way, neither did my parents. for us, a cemetery is a safe haven for the departed..." his gaze drifts off to the wooden bed frame. "people who have passed on still deserve to be taken care of, and the ones they've left behind need a place to visit and mourn in peace... I don't think there's anything dark about that," he shares with a softspoken tone Keva: keva simply stares at cimm for a moment, considering what he has to say. after a bit of silence she turns to rest her chin on the mattress, saying a quiet “sorry” on her way to look at the wall. she starts to chew on her thumb again in thought, though she quickly pulls it away when she tastes ink. she asks just as quietly, “what happens if… if the people left behind can’t take care of the departed anymore?” Cimmorro: cimm appreciates her seeming like she understood his perspective. her question catches him a little surprised though, wasn't expecting her to make a conversation about it. but he answers her in his best interest. "well, everyone has their own reasons, don't we? unfortunate circumstances might lead to less than pleasant results, things like that happen all the time," he says a little woefully. his brows furrows a bit as he thinks. "...sometimes there are things that are simply not in our control. in the end, i trust the goddess to make fair judgement of it and care for these souls as they pass on to their next life. she knows her work best." Keva: keva doesn't reply for a while. she's not sure if she feels better hearing that, but she supposes it could be worse. things can always be worse. after some silence she asks another question, "back home, they say that the godless go to wee jas. do you think that's true?" Cimmorro: "yes," he replies almost too quickly, a testament to his belief. "it only makes sense, no? she is the goddess of death. where else would the lost dead go?" he turns to reach for jasper on the bed, straightening out the ribbon thats askew around her neck. "can i ask where these questions are coming from?" Keva: keva finally turns to look at him, almost in a way like he should know the answer, and replies with a casual "no." she lifts her chin off the bed and goes back to studying the alphabet chart he made her. "thanks for answering tho," she adds softly. Cimmorro: he lets out a defeated sigh, but not one that's annoyed. more like he expected as much. worth the shot though. "if you ever change your miiiiiind... I'm interested." Keva: "don't hold your breath" she says with a small smile, a little amused that he keeps trying, before picking up her quill to try writing 'e', though it takes her a bit to get her fingers situated once again. Cimmorro: "i can keep a secret you know! just ask and it'll be shut tight like a lock!" he protests with a pout. he keeps pouting as keva attempts to write again. soon enough he tries to guide her through it the same way with the first one.

Keva: she lets him without (much) resistance. the e's take a while to work through, and by the end they still don't look quite right, but she gets through v and a quickly enough. when she gets around to putting the letters to make her name, the letters are all different sizes and are all spaced apart differently, but... keva looks at her work with some satisfaction all the same. it really is short, and thankfully so... and as she has that thought, she turns to cimmorro out of curiosity "how do you write your name?" Cimmorro: cimm gives her praise wherever it's due ('you got it!' 'well done' 'epic win 'poggers'' etc) and claps enthusiastically seeing her name completed for the first time by her hands. "now you can properly sign your journal as yours!" when she turns to him with the question though he stares at her for a bit and goes, "oh, it's a lot longer than that... but i don't think it'd be too hard. it has a lot of repeating letters." he demonstrates how to write it in his own paper. at first he writes it as a illegible signature by habit and then he facepalms, and mutters a small 'fuck, that's right' remembering he needs to write it in a clearer way, and so he does again. Keva: at some point the encouragement feels embarrassing, and keva pushes down his clapping hands and says, "stop" with a laugh in her voice. she curiously watches cimmorro write out his name, and she laughs a bit again. "you had to learn to write all that as a kid?" Cimmorro: "yeah... i got away with just writing 'cimm' when i was starting out but eventually i had to! but it's not all that hard, see" he points at the o's, m's and r's. "these are all the same. so honestly? it was also twice as much practice in one name" Keva: "you ever put them in the wrong place?" Cimmorro: he leans on the side of the bed. "hmm, yknow, i think i did. the m's and the r's being together made me confused that i often put the o's together too" he points at them and explains. "so sometimes i would've written my name in a way that when you read it, it sounds like 'cimmrroo'" Keva: keva smiles in amusement imagining a young cimmorro having proudly written his long ass name without realizing he had done it wrong. though, after hearing him explain his name, she think he'd be proud of it no matter how he wrote it. looking back at his name, she points out, "you have almost the same letters as orin's name. just twice as many of them." Cimmorro: he looks up at her. "oh? you know how to spell his name then?" Keva: she nods. "yeah. just in case." Cimmorro: he stares at her trying to understand what she means, he has a wild guess but it seemed a bit much so he tries to think of more, eyes darting to the back of the room and back to her a couple of times before finally giving up. "of... what?" Keva: keva's quiet for a couple breaths, debating whether she should answer him. "...life's tough out on the streets. we didn't really grow up having much. there's only one thing we would need our names written for." she offers a humorless smile. "wouldn't be right to leave a grave unmarked, after all. you know that." Cimmorro: "oh," is all he could really say and simply just stares at her in silence for a moment. he probably looks sadder than he means to. he could try to guess what she might've experienced before that would result to her figuring out she needs to prepare for such a thing, but it's not something he'd like to pry in at this time. so he shuts his eyes nods at her, and quietly goes, "yeah, of course. i understand." a small sigh escapes through his nose before he looks up at her again with a small smile. "well, maybe after you get the hang of all of this, you two can find more to enjoy about your names, like being able to write letters to each other... sounds nice, no?" Keva: keva shifts herself around, partially to rest her back against the bedside and lean her head back, and partially so she doesn't see the pitying look cimmorro's bound to give her. she braces herself for the questions, but to her relief, they don't come. she peeks over at him briefly before looking back up at the ceiling with a soft smile. "yeah... it does sound nice. if orin has the time to write me anyway." Cimmorro: he smiles back at her. "it doesn't take a long time to write something! it could even just be a silly drawing." he laughs at the thought of something. "i can just imagine you writing something like, 'hi' and that's it. but I'm sure he'd be happy with that too" Keva: keva snorts and adds, "do you think the mail people would send a letter folded into a frog?" Cimmorro: "they could. I'd still put it in an envelope though. otherwise that frog will end up looking indistinguishable by the time it gets to orin" he cackles. "give it some extra protection" Keva: keva hmms as she stretches her arms and back out, letting her hands fall back onto cimmorro's mattress for a moment. she... honestly wasn't planning for any of this to happen, the lesson or the conversation. she just was going to show him the book and... well, she hadn't thought much past that. feeling a bit exposed, she decides it's time to leave. her hands blindly find her journal above her head somewhere before she pushes herself forward to sit up. "i think, i'm going to go now." she gets up from her spot and starts to collect her things. Cimmorro: after he'd just started to get comfortable in the company, he blinks as she attempts to leave. "wait- huh? did i say something wrong?" he looks up at her in concern Keva: "no, i just, should probably leave before vinny pisses his pants seeing me in here," she says only half-jokingly as she secures her inkwell's cap. piling the ink and her quill onto her journal to hold onto and she makes her way to the door and pauses just shy of leaving. she turns to look at him and says gently, "thank you for today... really. i, don't know how i'll pay you back for helping me, but i will." she turns to go but then doubles back and adds, not raising her voice at all but definitely doesn't mean it gently, "and if you tell anyone anything i said, i'll know it was you and throw you off this boat" and then she's gone

Cimmorro: cimm tries to say something but fails to find an opening to, ultimately leaving him a little dumbfounded and awkwardly standing in the middle of the room as keva jets off. when he finally comes to, he turns to jasper and blinks at her. "I didn't know it was possible to have 3 mood swings in under a minute..." to which she merely slowly closes her eyes to and yawns. he makes his way back on to the bed, setting aside the parchments but pauses to stare at the one with all his guesses of her names. he finds it all amusing, perhaps even endearing? he figures the flash of sincerity followed by a threat is something keva just does because she's shy. the intimidation didn't even feel like one to him... it was entertaining though. he hopes she'll come to study and hang out again... the sooner the better 🐱

Keva: when keva returns to her room, she's relieved to find herself alone. she closes the door behind her and leans back against it for a second, taking in the room before she sets her writing tools down on the floor. she quickly unfolds the alphabet chart i'm going to right now retcon that she took on her way out. she opens up her journal next to it, flipping to the back before she starts to write, checking her letters as she goes. the process would look laborious to someone who is literate, but soon enough she has a list of four names. just in case she ever doesn't remember when she needs to. as she rips out the page and looks over her list, thumb gently brushing over the dried ink, she decides to scrawl her own at the bottom before folding it away into a small, uneven wad and placing it deep within one of her bags.

Keva’s Follow Up Lesson - 25/4

The next day, lunch has passed and Cimmorro still hasn't caught a glimpse of Keva since yesterday after she left so abruptly. He decides he might as well try to find her himself. she needs to build a routine of her studies after all, so he grabs for his bag and makes his way across the hall to her and Psalm's room, taking a pause before knocking to hope that Psalm isn't there to answer. When he finally does, he patiently waits with his hands behind his back, fidgeting slightly.

Keva: keva's been looking over her shoulder since she heard heeled shoes clacking against the wood toward her room. there's only a couple of people that could possibly be... "are you expecting a visitor?" at psalm Psalm: Psalm is, as usual, sitting on his bed with a book in hand. He doesn't look up from it at Keva's question. "No," he answers simply. He prays somewhat that whoever it is isn't here for him. Keva: she makes a face in response because she's not expecting anyone either. from the floor, she scoops up amos and the piece of bread she's brought for his lunch and places them on her bed. she dusts of her hands before turning the doorknob, and, well... of the two people it could have been it's better it's cimm instead of the other. "hi," is all she says, still feeling a bit sheepish from the day before. Cimmorro: "yoohoo," he beams. he brings up a hand from behind his back, with a paper finger puppet of what looks like a frog with drawn glasses. "you haven't shown up since and we still have a lot to work on, you know!" he snickers as he speaks through it. "are you alone? is now's a good time?" Psalm: Psalm, curious, is surprised to hear Cimmorro's voice from the door. He was unaware the two were close(?) Keva: keva jerks her head back a bit in surprise and can't help but laugh a bit at the silly puppet show. the little frog is cute in its oversized glasses. "i, um," she hesitates and glances over her shoulder at her roommate behind her, "psalm's here" she hopes cimmorro doesn't mention what he's here for. Cimmorro: "ah..." he cranes his head to have a look at psalm lounging inside their room, making an exasperated expression and half-hearted nod as a poor greeting to him Psalm: Psalm looks at Cimmorro and nods in return, before his gaze returns to his book. He knows he shouldn't, but how disappointed Cimmorro sounds at this news is amusing in a way, and he can't resist. "You sound happy to see me." Keva: keva steps away from the door a bit so as to not block the two from each other, though from the sounds of it maybe they would prefer it that way. what happened over drinks the other day?

Cimmorro: "yes, delighted" he forces a smile. "decided to no more drinking policies now? i hardly see you in the dining anymore" he decides to strike a small conversation as he tries to figure out how to make this work if psalm is here. Psalm: "Hm? No, not at all 🤨" Psalm says, genuinely a bit confused at that statement. Last time had been fun, albeit he had gone a bit overboard. Not his fault there were so many questions he didn't want to answer, but in any case, fun. "Maybe we just missed each other? If you're ever up for it I'd join you and the others again." Cimmorro: "maaaybe... it was fun though, i have to admit" which he mostly means finding it hilarious that psalm can't hold his liquor. "perhaps keva would like to join us, if ever?" he suggests as he turns to her Keva: “not really a drinker” she says as she shakes her head and adds “come in if you want” as she steps back towards her bed Psalm: Psalm shrugs, "Fun's fun whether you're sober or not. But no pressure." That aside, he can't help but be curious about the situation right now. Cimmorro is obviously not here for him, but why is he here? Cimmorro: "ehh? how come?" he pouts at keva but seems a little taken aback by the invitation. not really sure what's the point of this now that they can't do their studies. but he's also bored, so why not. he enters their room with jasper peeking out of his robe's hood to which she gives psalm a few blinking greetings. Psalm: Psalm blinks back.. Keva: she looks back at him before sitting down “you’re a doctor, aren’t you? can’t you think of reasons someone could lose a taste for that sort of thing?” Cimmorro: "well, y'know. you also smoke so I didn't really think you're avoiding it for health reasons," he shrugs "a bad experience is a fair reason anyhow, i'm just curious what yours is" Keva: keva snorts a bit humorlessly "it's not really a light topic of conversation, so let's just leave it at 'bad experience'" she says vaguely as she gives amos an affectionate scratch on his head as he munches away. "besides, this room has enough drunkards" added with a small smirk Cimmorro: cimm's mental list of keva's mysteries grows. at her follow up comment, he plays offended. "hey, it's not my fault there's nothing to do in this ship." Psalm: "But you entered a drinking competition for Mint's sake?" Psalm asks. "No need to explain yourself, but I'm surprised you'd go out of your way." Keva: "that was different. did you see her? you wouldn't be able to say no to helping either." Psalm: "True. I'd have done the same in your position." Cimmorro: cimm seems amused at the exchange. "spending the night doing heroic deeds during the ball thrown for your previous heroic deeds... quite gallant." Keva: keva sighs "i drank a bunch of champagne i didn't want and spilled a bunch more on a noble--not much heroic about it" actually, now that she thinks about it, didn't the musician she helped promise her something? what was his name again...? ganon? ganipede? gary? hm... Cimmorro: "as unbecoming as you think it might've looked like, you did it for someone else's sake all the same." Psalm: "Not much more unbecoming than walking around in the fountain barefoot." Psalm jokes. Keva: she waves off cimmorro's comment, starting to feel embarrassed, and turns to psalm, "i guess you can't relate because you don't have feet, but it's actually rather nice walking around barefoot."

Psalm: "I can still wear shoes..." he mumbles, not bothering to escalate this “But that's besides the point. Is my being here interrupting something?" Cimmorro: cimm doesn't really flinch at the sudden question and says "yeah, i was hoping to gossip with her about you" Psalm: "That would be rather difficult to accomplish with me in the room, yes." Keva: keva's gone silent but is watching them both carefully from her spot on the bed. Cimmorro: "only if i cared to keep it secret! but the gossiping would lose its charm that way too... ahh, what to do..." he makes a fake pensive face Psalm: "Can't have that can we?" Psalm agrees, mirroring his expression. "I can go read somewhere else if you'd like..?" Keva: keva starts to pick at something not actually on her blanket as she stares down at it "...if you don't mind" she says almost meekly "sorry" Cimmorro: "we can set up a gossiping session together afterwards if you want me all to yourself too psalmy 😗" Psalm: to keva "Not at all." He gets off his bed and stretches, while addressing Cimmorro.  Amused, he says, "Just give me a shout then whenever you're free." Cimmorro: cimm gives him a somewhat empty smile "look forward to it" Psalm: With that he heads out the door, waving kind of nonchalantly behind him without looking back. It shuts quietly.

Keva: once psalm has left, keva looks up at cimmorro from her designated spot on her bed before looking back down "...thanks. for not saying anything." Cimmorro: he watches psalm leave, then turning to keva a bit surprised. "i think it's pretty clear it's not something one goes parading about, no? it's not my information to throw around" <- hypocrite bc he told jasper about psalm's secrets Keva: she shrugs. "you tend to run your mouth about most things" she says with some humor "m'just glad you didn't about this" Cimmorro: "only if i think it's funny or if i want someone off my back. which is the opposite of what i want here, you know." he puts a hand on his hip "i don't want to start losing your trust after i spent all this time trying to get you to even take up my offer. although..." he puts another hand to his chin in thought. "this puts us in a bit of a bind. how can i keep teaching you when we have no privacy..." Keva: keva twists behind her to reach under her pillow and pulls out her journal from underneath. at his question, she bites at her thumbnail for a bit before suggesting, "maybe... we could share a room again next time?" Cimmorro: he looks at her, not expecting her to suggest the idea at all but that also means it saves him from trying to appeal it to her. "that would be the easiest, isn't it? i certainly don't mind. I didn't have any problems rooming with you or han, saves me the trouble of adjusting to another person too..." he sighs a small laugh. "that'd ward finn off trying to share with me as well" Keva: keva fights the embarrassment of the suggestion off her face by thinking about the embarrassment she'd feel every time they have to make an excuse for why they have to be alone. she can hear the whispers now. even so, she finds it hard to look at cimm until he brings up finn. she makes a face in confusion, "i thought he hated you." Cimmorro: "that's what i think too. but... I don't know if you heard him try to share rooms with me as soon as we got on the ship. luckily i was able to use vinny as my excuse," his face clearly unamused as he goes on. "not that he can do anything if i simply said no. but i'm tired of arguing so often, as funny as it can be sometimes" Keva: keva snorts a bit before lowering her top half towards the floor and grabbing her inkwell. as she comes back up she says "trust me, the rest of us are tired of it, too. i'd suggest ignoring him, but i guess that only works if he's ignoring you, too" Cimmorro: he rolls his eyes. "he's been way too quiet recently. i have a feeling he's going to pull something on me soon..." he shakes his head from the thought. "anyways, since we can't have lessons as often as we'd like, and to avoid psalm getting some weird ideas why you want me here alone with you, i could just leave you some things to do on your own if you can sneak it while he's not around or something. i'm sure you can manage" Keva: keva blinks as she considers the idea, and then nods in agreement “i can do that” Cimmorro: "nice. I'll get to working on some after this, but for now... did you sign your journal yet?" Keva: “sign… oh” she looks down at her journal in her lap as she remembers that she fled their last lesson before she could write her name in her book properly “no, not yet” Cimmorro: "show me what you remember from yesterday, then!" he says encouragingly. "pick any place you want, though i suggest somewhere on the front or back pages. the covers are also good." he points at each spot in her journal. "just write your name, and the date. we started yesterday so that would be [insert date here beep noise]" Keva: keva pushes her notebook further in front of her before leaning forward to write, and opens her notebook to the back. she picks at a few remnants of a page in the binding before settling her hand in place, turning the quill over in her fingers a few times before she figures out her grip. she hesitates for a moment, just as she sets the nib down on the page and leaving a splotch of ink. "does it... does a name go in a particular place on a page?" Cimmorro: "for this purpose, you can place it anywhere you like really. it's just to brand your journal as yours" he sits down at the side of the bed again to get a closer look of how she works, noting there's a page that's been ripped too... maybe she had been practicing. "personally, i like putting mine at the center for stuff like this"

Keva: she moves her hand to the center of the page and starts on her name. K is easy enough, but e is still giving her trouble--she hasn't quite figured out how to get it the way she wants it. she has to write another e over it, but it only makes it more illegible. clicking her tongue, she opts to move onto the rest. v is alright, and the a is wobbly part way through but she figures it out. when she arrives at the end, she checks back in the front of her journal to look at her earlier practice. "i think that right...? how do i write the date?" Cimmorro: he smiles the entire time as he watches her, happy to see her work it out her own ways. this way, he sees what needs to be focused on for her worksheet as well. "yeah you got it!" he grins. "for the date, we can just use the numerical form so it isn't too hard. hmm, do you know your numbers?" Keva: she shakes her head. "not really" she remembers finding numbers even less interesting during her first lessons so many years ago. the only numbers she'd ever really need were prices, and even then, she stole almost everything. Cimmorro: at first cimm looks unbothered by it, and even expected it, but as the thought lingers more in his head, he realizes how extra tricky that must've been for her. "wait— so... you can't read calendars? what about money, how do you pay for things...? do you know how the exchange rate works?" he blinks up at her. a little horrified she might have been getting scammed this entire time. Keva: keva turns away from him as the shock takes over his expression. she just shrugs. “what day it was never really mattered. if it was important then everyone would already be talking about it.” she starts to mindlessly scratch at the page with her quill, repeating the same lines over and over. “and as for money, well… you don’t really need to know how much it costs when you already know you can’t afford it.” she looks up it him for a moment “i’m good at stealing for a reason” after a pause she adds “i can count just fine though, if that’s what you’re wondering” Cimmorro: he stares at her in silence for a moment, not really knowing what to say at first. but it checks out, he supposes, with the little things he knows about her so far. "well... what about birthdays? do you know yours? and orin's?" Keva: now there's a complicated question she doesn't feel like explaining the answer to. best to keep it simple. "yeah, but they're close to big holidays so--why are we talking about this?" Cimmorro: he gives her a vague shrug. "why not...? it's just birthdays.... I'll even tell you mine!" he really doesn't understand why it's an issue, if it is... this party is secretive of the strangest things, he thinks. Keva: for a moment the only sound that comes from keva is the scritch of her quill nib against paper. at some point, she says, "orin's birthday is in aestas. and..." she seems to consider something for a moment before saying finally, "i don't want to tell you mine." Cimmorro: "what the.... WHY NOOOOOOOOT" he whines almost like a child, draping his arms over her bed like a flopping vegetable and everything. he retaliates with a pout the next second. "I won't tell you mine then!" Keva: she looks at him like =_= "then don't" she knew he'd react like this, just like she knows he'll make a big ruckus if she does tell him her birthday. "i'll probably find out even if i wanted to know because you're definitely the type to be noisy about it" Cimmorro: "tch..." he keeps pouting and turns away from her. it's not like she's wrong but... tch... how dare she read him like that. he keeps brooding for another second before he recovers and sits back up again, suddenly looking smug. "...don't worry, i get it. you're playing hard to get... you're trying not to get attached to me! but know that it's futile! I'm irresistible!"

The next thing Cimmorro sees is Keva's pillow coming very quickly towards his face. The man finds he was too absorbed in his theatrics when he saw the pillow coming at him a split second too late, she hears him yelp on the impact, staggering him for a second or two.

Cimmorro: he shakes his head as if to recover from it and glares at her after "I'm gonna remember that you didn't deny it!" Keva: after the fact, keva knows she probably shouldn't have thrown something at someone volunteering their time to help her. she was simply overcome with violence. an eyebrow twitches on her face as she glares back. "are you going to help me or what?" Cimmorro: he hmphs, but honestly he's not really all that mad. "you ruined my hair...!" he says while trying to adjust it. "if psalm came back in here and i look like this he'd probably think you jumped my bones," he says rather bluntly while grabbing his bag for his own papers, she can assume it's to demonstrate how to write the date she needs Keva: "do you want this inkwell to ruin your clothes too? it'll never run out" she threatens, but as she turns back to looking at her journal she really does hope psalm doesn't come back yet. they probably already look suspicious as it is. Cimmorro: he procures his own quill and responds "ha, you don't scare me! i know how to clean that now...!" he huffs with pride. "okay enough, watch how i write the date" tapping his quill on his parchment and looking at her expectantly. his hair is definitely still messy on a side, making him look a little dopey. Keva: fucking wizards and mages thinking they're hot shit with their fucking tricks. she simply rolls her eyes, but begrudgingly turns her attention to the parchment. or well, she tries. her eyes get caught on how his hair still doesn't sit right on his head. what, can't he prestigifigijfuck (yes she thinks this) his hair, too? she shakes her a head a bit and trains her eyes on what he's about to write. Cimmorro: he carefully writes each number and says how to read it, slow and clear for her to understand. after finishing a set, he says "now I'll write it again, but after each number I'll wait for you to try to write it yourself on the journal, below your name" he points at her designated starting point. "and we'll keep going from there, kay?" completely focused it's as if they weren't rough housing a minute ago Keva: keva looks up from the parchment at him, looking at him carefully. to be honest, she's surprised he hasn't flinched yet. she nods and positions her quill in place, waiting for him. Cimmorro: he starts again, then watches her turn to write and patiently guides her if she needs it, then moves on to the next number and so on until they finally have a written date. once they get there, he clasps his hands together all pleased. "voila!!! happy birthday, keva journal #1!!!" he cheers and jokingly adds, "at least there was one birthday that was learned today"

Cimmorro makes a small shower of sparks appear with prestigitation too add to his sudden celebrations.

Keva: keva jerks back a bit in surprise at the flourish. there he goes, being noisy about something stupid. snorting, she comments "you're so weird" before turning to stare back at this back page of her journal. it's a mess of false starts and retries and mindless scratches of ink, but... something about it makes her feel... a little excited? hopeful? a small smile twitches on the corners of her mouth, but she quickly puts it away to turn to cimm, "so, what do you want? for doing this?" Cimmorro: "you just never met anyone like me before," he says with confidence. her little smile, even with all the restraint that she's apparently exercising, doesn't fly past him and makes him glad she's coming around to their studies. her question leaves him a bit stunned, however. "huh?" after blinking at her, he wears a slightly tired expression... this again. "didn't i already make this clear to you?" Keva: "don't people normally get paid to do this sort of thing? why would you do it free?" she grabs her bag and starts rummaging around for something "i hardly know you. i don't want to owe you anything" Cimmorro: "and you don't," he pinches the bridge of his nose while sighing "i've already told you, again and again. this isn't something new or anything i do on a whim. if it makes you feel any better we often let people in our temple for free readings and such. it's not all that different. this also beats me drinking to entertain myself on this damned ship." Keva: keva doesn't seem to acknowledge anything he's saying as she finds what she's looking for and dumps out her haul from the elfonsent ball a couple of weeks ago. "you like..." she gestures at his entire self "shiny things, don't you? take your pick" Cimmorro: he narrows his eyes at the loot, recognizing it as the stuff she swiped at the ball that night. he would be lying if he said he didn't feel partially offended by the gesture, but he also understands why she's doing this so he tries to not let it show. when looks back up at her, he flatly says, "no." he lets a moment pass, realizing how cold that might've come across when she only means to return the favor... he sighs again. "if i wanted to get paid i would have said so from the start, as I've said before. all i want is for you to keep your studies going while I'm still here" Keva: she slumps when he refuses again and says a bit sharply, "i won't be your charity project." a pause, but one she holds his gaze for. "i don't need pity, do you understand?" Cimmorro: he scoffs the tiniest bit in disbelief. "if you just listen to what I'm saying then you'd know this isn't what you think it is at all." he chews on the inside of his lip before continuing. "you really think I'm the kind of person who throws pity everywhere? i may as well be best friends with finnian by now if that were the case! think for once." Keva: at his last sentence, keva stares wide-eyed at him, clearly getting angry. her jaw twists a bit as she makes an effort to control her breathing, and eventually she simply turns away and starts to gather back her stolen goods a bit aggressively. she'd say something--i think you should leave, i think i barely know you and you certainly don't know me, fuck off--but she fully aware what might come out could sabotage her chances of learning any more. Cimmorro: he watches her do that for a bit before turning his head away in frustration. he gets it, he might not know every single detail but the gist of it is enough! she's lived a hard life up to this point so she puts up barbs around herself. he gets it! it's still hard to not be annoyed by it when she seems to push his buttons so well. he closes his eyes and starts channelling the inner willow in him… (mikey should i get the fries etc) (mikey says youre a piece of shit for making an unnecessary comment. not everything is about you son) (okay sorry mikey ill try to fix it)

Cimmorro: after a while of strained silence, she hears him blow his hair off his face exaggeratedly and see him turn to her slowly, glancing at her once before looking away again. "my bad," he says quickly and quietly. "it's just, I'm really not trying to get anything from you nor is it out of pity, so when you keep pushing it like that..." he cringes a shrug Keva: keva finishes collecting her things and shoves her bag underneath her bed with unnecessary force, needing some outlet. she still refuses to look at him, but after a moment replies with still a bit of a hardened tone, "whatever, suit yourself. but you don't get to come back saying that i owe you. i offered, these two as my witnesses" jutting her chin out a bit at amos and jasper Cimmorro: his lip twists at the tension looming between them. while it's great she's not ignoring him, it's also not the most ideal situation to be in right now... it's awkward, which is tricky to deal with when he's supposed to be teaching her. still, he steels himself and replies. "yeah, that's fine by me. we can have it even written on paper if that fancies you," his suggestion sincere. "also here," he takes out another folded frog from his bag. "i seem to be giving you these when we're kinda ehh..." he snorts humorlessly. "but it was supposed to be a congratulatory thing. also because you already had 2, i figured having another would remind you of those grungs you had the other day" Keva: the mention of the grungs breaks her very focused stare at a scratch she found on the wall just minutes ago. she looks at the paper frog, and at him (briefly), and back at the frog. he's lucky she needs his help, she thinks, or she'd have throttled him by now. after a moment, she takes the peace offering, gingerly holding it and turning it over wtih the fingers of both her hands, and then finally pushing her journal over to cimmorro. "write it." Cimmorro: he stares at the journal before him, glancing at keva a couple of times before he starts writing in it, announcing what he wrote out loud for her. "i, cimmorro, wholeheartedly promise that I don't harbor any lingering debt that keva needs to repay for my one-of-a-kind teaching and lessons. i expect nothing from her but her excellency in her studies" then he signs it at the bottom, writing a spot for the witnesses and tells jasper to print her paw on it too which she does Keva: it occurs to keva that she has no way of confirming that he actually wrote what he says he wrote but... for right now, she'll take him at his word. she gently lifts amos up from his spot on the bed, carefully dips a paw into the inkwell, and stamps it on the page as well before wiping off the ink with her own hand. she still isn't making much eye contact with cimm, but she's come down from wanting to explode. with the awkward tension still hanging in the air, she eventually pipes up, "anything else?" Cimmorro: cimm tries not to smile watching amos be handled like that. he straightens up when keva asks though and goes, "ah, hmm, not really... i was going to tell you that you could keep working on your name more, especially your e's, while i get your worksheets ready... and I should probably go before psalm starts to be more suspicious..." he looks down for a bit before adding "are we good...?" Keva: at his question, she looks over to him. she doesn’t feel bad for trying to cover her ass, but she didn’t mean for things to get tense over it either. she of course remembers how he reacted how the idea of payment last time, but she thought the jewelry might be enticing enough. she sighs and she supposes she’ll have to be satisfied with whatever he wrote for now… “i guess” is all she says Cimmorro: "okay..." he says a little uneasy. hands clenching and feeling unsatisfied leaving it like that, he sheepishly adds, "i... didn't mean what i said earlier... ah, not about the stuff you owe me! but i mean the uh- you know..." he cringes again, realizing the weight of his words earlier once more. "keva... i was rude and I'm sorry. I'll leave it at that..." he puts his things away and perches jasper back on his shoulder as he gets up "I'll let you know when i have the sheets ready for you" Keva: keva just nods as she plays with the paper frog in her hands. her anger hasn’t completely gone yet, so she opts not to speak. or, that was her intention anyway. as cimmorro turns and makes his way to the door, keva lets her head drop down to the mattress with a soft rustle of cloth. several thoughts cross her mind at once—why would he say that, at least he apologized, maybe i shouldn’t have pushed him, i was only trying to be fair, i almost messed up—and then she shoots up straight again and calls after him, “wait!” Cimmorro: cimm was pretty much halfway to getting the door open when she calls for him. not expecting it, he freezes there for a second until he looks over his shoulder with jasper also turning along with him to look at her. Keva: by the time he turns around, she’s already closed in on him with an arm stretched out. her fingers run through the tousled part of his hair, jostling his head just a bit as she quickly tries to get it back to its normal form. can’t have anyone getting any stupid ideas. she leans back a bit to check her work, and then gently brushes one wisp out of his eyes. in the same moment, just as her swipe reaches the end of its path, keva seems to realize herself and pulls and turns away, grumbling “fix your fucking hair” and settling back in front of her journal Cimmorro: the suddenness of it all causes him to flinch, eyes going wide staring right at her as she does her thing. at first he makes half a move to swerve his head away, thinking she was gonna hit him as she seems to taken a liking of doing so. but he doesn't really get far at all and freezes in place after realizing what she's doing. a faint blush makes it way to his face as she goes, confused and not really knowing what to do in this situation or why she's bothering to do it herself. she could've just told him to...? she seemed to like ignoring him anyway! it's her words that make him come back to himself and put his guard down. he quickly brings a hand to his hair, idly fumbling with it and brows furrowing the slightest at her before looking away. "you're the one who messed it up. why are you so pissed about it," he mumbles and hurriedly turns for the door again, adding, "agh— whatever! see you around," before finally leaving Keva: when the sound of his footsteps finally fade away, keva lets her head fall back where it was before, going face first into her blankets. she stays there long enough for her body to think, hm, maybe it's time for more air again, and she obliges by turning her face to the side and glancing at the door. with a big sigh, she picks up her quill again to replace to phantom feeling of soft, well-conditioned hair and starts on her practice. she might as well before psalm gets back.

Finn and Psalm in the Hallway - 25/4

As soon as Psalm leaves his room to give Cimmorro and Keva some pricacy, he finds himself quickly caught up in an interaction with his dear friend Finnian.

Finn: finn had no good reason to be out at this hour... it was a little too early in the day for him and he didnt have a destination in mind. he'd have to prepare his invitation for cimmorro soon, but he still had a lot of time until it became urgent. honestly... he was feeling a little parched and although its the last thing he wanted to be actively doing, if he happened upon a stray rat right now... perhaps he could also utilize this pacing to calculate how long exactly it took to get to the deck from cimms quarters... with these trivial thoughts in mind he doesnt feel himself slip and stumble over nothing, instinctively reaching out for the first person around the corner with a very anime esque "KYA!!!" Psalm: Having more or less been kicked out of his room (not that he minded in the least) Psalm had been on his way up to the deck to just laze about and read up there. He'd been cooped up in his room the past few days anyways, falling back into bad habit somewhat whenever he found something interesting to read. He hadn't been expecting to see Finn around the corner, but before he can greet him Finn trips forward. Without thinking, Psalm reaches out to try catching him.

dex save total: 0

There is a clear reason Psalm leaves feats of strength to just about everyone else in the Vengaboys. Not that he's embarrassed or anything by his lack of strength, usually. He's embarrassed right now though, as the pair go crashing to the ground. It doesn't hurt much, thankfully, but as a final fuck you, he supposes, from whatever god up there likes to fuck with him specifically, the book he'd been holding goes flying into the air briefly before clocking him in the head and landing face down over his face. Well, at least his patron might find this funny.

Finn: finn isnt sure how to feel. on one hand, hes sitting on psalms lap. on the other hand, hes sitting on psalms lap. if he wasnt so mad at the guy, this would be great. well, actually, hes meant to apologize a while ago but never got the chance so... law dictates he should be mad. not that he minds, hes still pretty pissed about psalm rejecting him. in any case, he wouldnt usually blame anyone for getting startled by someone crushing into them spontaneously but psalm was...........really unexpectedly super weak. he has to laugh a bit as the book clocks psalms face. it is a pure, heartfelt giggle. again anime esque. it brings him so much joy...so so much joy that psalm is in pain. maybe his weakness wasnt a bad quality at all. he wishes he could see it all over again. with less anger in his heart, finn reaches out to gently remove the book from psalms face and inspect what the guy was about to read. he briefly imagines himself dropping it on psalms face again. "that looks like it hurt you more than me..." he muses absent mindedly and smiles down on him with a lack of concern for psalms health Psalm: Psalm refuses to look at Finn as the book is lifted, instead staring upwards at the ceiling of the hallway instead "Probably, so if you could maybe get off of me and let me just die here slowly in peace that'd be great." Finn: finn rolls his eyes at the dramatics and instead of getting off of psalm, he crawls over him to block his view of the ceiling "youll cushion my fall but wont spare me a single glance? i think ill have to seriously think the rather favorable impression i got of you recently over" hes still in a playful mood though "besides, if you die, id like to see it" (<- channeling the mirai nikki smile again for that one) Psalm: Psalm looks to the side, stubborn now that he knows Finn is making fun of him. "Not intentionally, I was hoping more for catching you in a way that involved less bodily harm." He wishes the earth would just swallow him up right now actually rather than have to deal with this. "I'm surprised you haven't already rethought it... but if that's what you want fine. Whatever. I'll make sure you're around when it happens. Now can you please... we're in a public hallway." And itll be a pain in the ass to explain if cimm or keva catch them right now he thinks. Finn: finn giggles at this, hes highly amused and enjoying psalms company immensely right now. a light blush dusts his cheeks (what a fanfiction sentence) "how romantic! in exchange ill catch you next time and show you how its done" his smile could be described as fond, even. "but ill only get off of you if you look at me! i am magnanimous though.. ill protect your reputation and pretend im checking up on you until you oblige me~" he puts his free hand to psalms forehead as if checking for a fever, not caring that that makes no sense Psalm: "Sure I can trip over nothing next time youre around" he says. Embarrassment at having fallen on his ass now fading though, he decides to just relent so he can get a move on with his day. He's not sure why Finn is in such a good mood but he'd rather not ruin it. He bats Finn's hand away and just frowns at him. "Should I be concerned about what it is you find romantic?" he sighs. He just wanted to read his book. Maybe he should've just told Cimm and Keva to go somewhere else instead... Finn: finn smiles and takes the sight of psalms frown in for a moment. he thinks about dropping the book on his face again, but it would seem that hes already testing psalms limits with something as simple as asking for him to look... not that he doesnt deserve it. finn opts to gently put it back on psalms face and sits up on his heels "i think you should be concerned about your apparent lack of romantic ideals..." seriously... here they were, with an excuse to be physically close and psalm could only show utter disinterest... maybe he just let finn down gently back then. maybe he wasnt even attracted to finn. his stomach turns at the thought and makes him stand up. he looks down on the tiefling and sighs, holding a hand out to help him up, good mood seemingly evaporated. Psalm: "I have plenty of romantic ideals," Psalm says, muffled. "None of which involve someone dying infront of me, but to each their own I suppose." He sits up, book falling into his lap with a soft thud. Thankfully, nowhere hurts! He takes Finn's offered hand and continues,"Where are you headed anyways? Your room?" Finn: finn isnt really interested in debating romance with psalm right now, not after their encounter turned out the way it did so he just gives a dismissive exhale and rolls his eyes as he pulls psalm up from the floor "nowhere in particular. this entire trip ive mostly been holed up in my room and got a little sick of it. thats all." he immediately lets go of psalms hand when hes back on his hooves "youre off to read i assume?" Psalm: "Thank you," Psalm says. He stretches a bit. "I was on my way to the deck. I'm feeling the same, tired of being in my room. But that explains somewhat why I feel I've barely seen you around since Figstup." Psalm is aware Finn's playful attitude from earlier is now gone, but oh well. He refuses to go back on what he said the last time they were in a similar position..which begs the question how this even happened again...

Finn: finn gives psalm a brief look over as he stretches but quickly slaps himself mentally. thats the enemy! psalm doesnt even like him! the days of his disrespect are numbered! right here! finn crosses his arms, perpetual frown in place "is that so? it was only today but i daresay ive seen quite enough of you to last me another week. unfortunately, i do have something ive been meaning to talk to you about, if youve got one more moment to spare" Psalm: "I suppose that makes sense, considering what just happened," Psalm says, unfazed. He crosses his arms. "I'm not in any rush either so...sure! Is something the matter?" Finn: finn really wished psalm had some kind of real attitude that was easier to direct his anger towards. why did he have to take beatings like this so nonchalantly and stay so neutral? he almost wants to tell psalm to not mirror his pose at the very least, but doesnt, and uncrosses his arms out of spite and gestures needlessly with his hand "its about figstup. the battle. you..." he grits his teeth "even if it was unnecessary, i would not go so far as to be mad about being looked out for... it would seem expressing my gratitude for that is long overdue. consider this as such." finns still frowning and clearly unhappy about saying what hes saying, but he does seem to mean it. Psalm: Psalm just blinks. He honestly had just been tired that day given everything theyd been through, leading to his patience running somewhat thin. He wasn't mad anymore though. Still. "You're welcome. Uh, if anything I'm sorry for getting on your case about it. I was... just tired I guess." He fingers through  the pages of his book, feeling awkward. "Maybe you have a point even, considering I just fell on my ass moments ago trying to help you out." He jokes. Finn: what a confusing man psalm was... one minute he pisses him off effortlessly, the next he tugs at his... not heartstrings, but he somehow makes himself look so... forgivable. finns eyebrows rise up as he processes the unexpected apology "youre not the only one who's been getting on my case about it, actually.." he starts and huffs, pondering how to continue now that his anger has evaporated "not that that makes me agree with you now, but, ... i took notice of the groups wishes" another pause. yes psalm was awful at this. yes he fell on his ass. yes his first instinct was to catch finn despite everything. "youve amused me so with your display of incompetence..." a light smirk comes over his features, but his tone isnt as obnoxious as earlier "...i appreciate you trying, if nothing else. and i appreciated ... being close to you" he quickly looks away "i-i know our 'discussion' is on hold, so dont get the wrong idea please! .. i just cant deny it feeling nice" finn covers his mouth with a hand after, still making an effort to avoid looking at psalm at all Psalm: "That's all I ask really. I've no desire to change your mind." For now he doesn't add. He figures that the conversation is over with and he can be on his merry way, maybe get something to eat while he's at it, but then Finn continues speaking. He feels his face heat up slightly, but thankfully now that Finn is no longer looking at him it'll go unnoticed. "I swear-" he starts exasperated, " It's hard not to get the wrong idea with you." Finn: "really?" the pout in his voice is evident "i fail to see how! i couldnt make myself any more clear, i believe... r-regardless... you have to take advantage of the chances you can get, right?" he dares himself to look psalms way, carefully scanning for signs of rejection or disgust "since we dont have thelibertytodoanythingtogether..." his voice keeps getting smaller and quieter

Ghester: you hear ghester's voice in your heads pipe up "my apologies for that sir" Psalm: "What do you mean how??" Psalm starts. Hes about to explain, trying to think of any response really when Ghester interrupts. Psalm pauses, and goes "I'm going to lie back on the floor now... and let the earth reclaim me." He looks like he actually might do it Finn: "well i suppose it is less your fault and more psalms..." he mutters to ghester, finn feels his own shame ebb away at psalm seemingly being embarassed and he removes the hand from his own face, staring psalm down confidently once more "are you really so flustered by his interjecting? youve got to learn to take it... the sight of you right now is rather pitiful..." it almost looks like it pains him to say so Psalm: "What's wrong if I am?" He drags a hand down his face. "And how is it my fault? Actually, fine, call me pitiful or whatever if you wish, I'm escaping this conversation." He turns in the direction of the deck. Finn: finn is rather shocked to see psalm straight up leave... he really must have misjudged his character. hes not sure if he should be mad, upset or anything else...if one could feel anything else about this... "not only are you pitiful, you are a COWARD!" is all finn says before he turns his back on psalm, finding it too painful to lay his eyes upon him.... Psalm: Psalm doesn't turn around but in his head he's thinking, "I just wanted to read my book...and now things are WORSE SOMEHOW."

Finn’s Speaks to Cimmorro and Vinny - 10/4

Later that same evening, a day or so after his conversation with Cimmorro and Vinny, Finn finds himself reflecting over and over on the events of that night dramatically in his own head.

Finn: he kept wondering why he didnt deny that, why he didnt make the extent of his desire clear to cimmorro at least... its not like he desired cimmorro because he was charming, the way he wanted him was dark, twisted and born of hatred. could he understand such a thing? he didnt want the other to think that he had actually fallen for him as a person or anything ridiculous like that. it was concerning nevertheless how the cleric had figured that out. finn felt like he didnt do anything particularly telling, aside from the time he said he'd derive sick, twisted pleasure from their date in shorewater. and then theres the.... coat of the wizard. ugh. a day in the baths later made him feel like there was no much more avoiding this though. itd be better to deal with this quickly and put it past him already. finn stared at the item in his arms, then at the door. then at the item, then at the door, then at the hallway and thought about leaving. if he couldnt outplay cimmorro tonight he'd spend another day miserable in the waters. he sighs, as he tends to, and knocks politely. he does his best to collect himself, hopes he appears cold and detached, put together, ideally.

Cimmorro: cimm was in the middle of putting jasper in her jammies when he hears the knock. he gives vinny a look with a raised brow as if to ask if he's expecting anybody this late Vinny: he looks up as well at the sound, in the midst of changing into more comfortable sleeping clothes. in the middle of buttoning up a shirt he gives cimmorro a curious glance, shaking his head and shrugging Cimmorro: seeing as they both have a mystery visitor cimm supposes it's time to answer it. when he does open the door to a familiar face, he smirks and goes "oh. learned to knock now, have we?" Finn: finn raises an eyebrow at that, actually taking offense to the comment although he cannot recall if hes actually bothered to knock in the past. cimmorro is so beneath him and so insignificant he can see himself not doing it. that doesnt mean he wont take offense to the assumption that his manners are lacking though "hmph" he rolls his eyes "and it would appear youre quite pleased with my appearing here, what a rarity." he carefully reaches out to tug at cimms collar. the movement is slow, gently, asking "how fortunate, youre just the man i wanted to see, if you wouldnt mind coming out here for just a moment" he gestures with his eyes at the hallway Cimmorro: "i'm simply just proud of you! you actually listened to my advice last time! not something i knew you were capable of," he smiles then looks up in thought. "they do say love moves mountains."  he watches finn's hand breach his personal space, though surprisingly he lets him. but cimm still does not move from where he stands. "whatever you have to say, can't you just say it here? i'm already in my nightwear and i don't want to freeze outside." he seems unwilling to argue about it Finn: finns gaze remains cold, he huffs through his nose and tilts his head, studying the man, taking note of these subtle jabs at his dignity "hmm... i didnt think youd let me down so soon cimmorro. i believe you were quite understanding of my want for privacy, especially regarding such delicate matters" he removes his hand from cimmorros personal space, not wanting to cross a line there and holds the coat up "do you suppose this would do for the moment?" he then thinks to... no, he ceases thought "ah, perhaps not... it is your friends after all" he then undoes his own cape and holds it up like hes waiting to wrap cimm up in it, he looks at him expectantly "come now, wont you?" Cimmorro: he looks down at the coat, back up at finn, then to the cape making its way around his shoulders, then back up at finn. he stares at him in a way that he's calculating the risks in his head. he would be vulnerable if finn decides to throw him out of the ship... but he also just wants to get this over with so he can put jasper to sleep. he at least thinks to bring his holy symbol with him. "you're not gonna let this go are you?" he sighs. "give me a second 😒... you might as well return that to him now too" gesturing to vinny's coat before he moves further back into the room to grab his things. Vinny: vinny looks over at cimm curiously walking back into the room but continues about his business Finn: finn spares vinny a glance and leans against the door frame while cimmorro gathers his bearings "wizard, ive come to return your coat...but i must steal cimmorro away for just a moment. wait for me, will you?" Vinny: he glances back over surprised to see finn and raises a brow and glances at cimm, he pauses on his shirt and walks over to finn "oh? that's alright you can hand it over now" he gives finn a friendly smile as he raises his arm Finn: "hm... if you insist, i shant keep you waiting. it  is yours after all... however i still much desire to speak to you after" he steps closer and puts the coat on his arm, making sure it doesnt fall. he looks at vinny almost.....softly. softer than he looks at cimmorro at least Vinny: he tilts his head and glances back at the window where the darkness of the night is making itself most evident then back at finn "er...sure i suppose? don't take too long or i might have already gone to bed" he's unsure why finn is looking at him so nicely considering they haven't talked since he gave him murder eyes but maybe he's come around or something. he takes the coat and turns walking away past cimmorro "don't catch a night chill" he says cautiously, leaning in slightly like a parent Finn: finn nods affirmatively "we wont be long" he says and watches the man turn away, thinking if itll all go over well when he gets to speak to vinny........ he then stares at cimm “ready?" Cimmorro: cimm was settling jasper into bed, telling her finn's full name in her ear. "if papa doesn't come back, tell rokka so he can tell the others who did it" he quietly says with a kiss on the top of her head. he proceeds to peel off finn's cape off of his shoulder and puts on his own cloak, bag neatly underneath it. when vinny shares his concern, cimm looks up at him with a smile and a light pat on vinny's cheek, leaning in closer as well and ominously whispers, "be a dear for me and call the guards if i'm not back in an hour okay? thank you~" he heads toward the door to meet finn again. "here," he says flatly, returning his cape to him or rather he just leaves it over one of his shoulders not bothering to wait for a response as he walks out the door, expecting finn to eventually lead finn

Finn: finn is surprised at the sudden cold treatment, openls rolls his eyes with cimmorros back turned to him and quickly catches up, halting him in his step with a touch to the shoulder. theyre only a couple meters away from cimms room, really "here will do. i didnt intend to take you far from your room at such an hour..." he raises an eyebrow at the shorter man "or did you think me that demanding?" Cimmorro: "yes, i do actually" blunt as a rock Finn: finn blinks, thinking that this is kind of fair to think so he'll let it slide. he clears his throat and returns to his original plan, more of his anger seeping out now with a sharper gaze "who taught you that?" he grits out in elven Cimmorro: cimm raises a brow at him but remains deadpan for most part. "am i not allowed to learn a language?" Finn: finn is still displeased but he eases off a little "tch. i suppose you are. mh.." he makes  a little sound at the back of his throat and sighs, shaking his head "i.. sought you out with a proposal in mind. i will admit you caught me off guard that night, ill have to hand it to you" he smirks now. as much as it irritated him he does enjoy their game after all "what say you to another date? i would like for you to show me your home, your temple... despite all these twisted feelings" he grabs at his chest where his heart be "i am very much interested in you" his smile is more down to earth now, eyes clear of anger. theres something earnest and eager about him "i, of course, anticipate that you may be wary after last time, especially with our promise in mind and i am not the type to break promises but... i cannot help myself" he confides in content defeat, there is something hopeful in his tone Cimmorro: cimm tries his best to hide how much that caught him off guard but he still can't help but stare at finn incredulously. perhaps he made the right choice after all to humor his request of, what was it? fighting? as ridiculous and as finn may be, cimm can't deny that his antics leave him... amused? always a new thing with him. here he thought finn would be dying to skin him alive after what he did to him the other night. don't get him wrong though, he's still wary of his intentions. it's jarring to be on his good side, if that's what this is. but a date around the temple doesn't seem to be too bad, he thinks. this way he can keep an eye on him too. after all, this is what willow wanted too, right? they are "getting along." eventually he realizes he's been silent for too long, lost in the puzzle before him. he sighs through his nose. "just a tour around the temple? and you promise to behave instead?" he's doing the dwayne raised eyebrow meme at him rn Finn: finn is beginning to frown when cimmorro is taking a while to respond, wondering if he'll ever be able to get along with anyone aside from orin and vorde... his good mood is outwardly renewed when cimmorro does finally speak. he chuckles at the way hes raising his eyebrow at him, not being able to fault the man for doing so "just the temple?" he says and twirls a strand of his hair "i do want a tour of that the most but" he pauses for a moment and puts a finger to his chin like an anime girl "i was hoping you might show me a little of the city too... but its fine if you want to think on that. just for you i promise ill behave!" he has gone full anime mode, hands behind his back now and hes smiling very sweetly at cimmorro "ill be allowed to hang off your arm though, right? its not a proper date if not..." he trails off, pouting a little, avoiding looking at cimm directly Cimmorro: he finds himself in the threshold between feeling relieved that finn is being amiable and wanting to break out into hives because it's becoming too much to find comfortable. why is he acting this way? he seemed too cold and condescending when they met at the door a few minutes ago. now he doesn't know what to think. he wishes that finn would just come out with it and say what it is he really wants. "if... we have time for the city, sure... i suppose..." he refuses to let his guard down completely and tries to convey it by folding his arms, it is not completely unwilling though. "as for arm holding, if we tour the city, sure... in the temple, however, no. you must understand, no matter how much of a fool you perceive me to be, i don't display that sort of thing in our tower," his voice stern, perhaps even slightly commanding, with a rectitude that's slightly similar to his mentor's. Finn: finn is a little disappointed but doesnt show it. he merely nods and studies cimmorro "and no matter how much of a fool you perceive me to be, i understand needing to keep up appearances. i wasnt aware thats not the kind of thing you can do in a temple... but i suppose you being a big shot there adds to it. i shouldve assumed so." he dusts his clothes off idly "understood. no affection in the temple" he then smiles at cimm sincerely, hoping it expresses that he'll do as he promised. "well, thats about everything i wanted to discuss with you. i did say i wont keep you long. may i?" he reaches out to cimmorros hand but doesnt actually take it, waiting for his permission Cimmorro: he seems a little disappointed by finn's assumption, but not at all surprised. "it's much less appearance to me than it is as simple as i do an important job, as do everyone else in my temple, and i want it respected and honored." he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, debating to himself if it's even worth explaining to finn in detail. he decides that it's late and this would be a topic that can be shared another day. they have a date after all, he could simply talk finn's ears off then. when finn shows compliance, cimm looks up at him with regard. "thanks," he quietly says. "i'll hold onto you on that." he eyes finn's hand as it reaches out then looks back up at him before rolling his eyes amused. "you'll have to earn it," he sticks out a tongue and swerves past finn, walking back to his room. Finn: finn stares at cimms back with wide eyes, for a moment completely staggered. how dare cimmorro be such a tease? holding the one sided right of touching is one thing, but being playful like this is... ugh. he shudders, his mind briefly conjuring an image of what itd be like if he and cimmorro shared a room tonight. what would ideally happen by the end of their date. he forcibly brings himself back. he couldnt allow cimmorro to have so much power over him in his own mind.

Finn: he quickly jogs to catch up with cimm, staying right behind him as he reaches for the door. while invading his space somewhat, he makes sure to not actually make physical contact with cimm "look forward to it" he purrs near the clerics ear, breath just shy of ghosting the shell, before he lets himself into the room, this time swerving past cimmorro. Special Guest Aqua: Thats Scary Cimmorro: cimm rn

Vinny: QERTGL;KQERTHKLW4TJKL;H Cimmorro: UIJGHAIKLDGHNAUJIKLOHEG CIMM IS PRACTICALLY RUSHING INTO THE SAFETY OF THEIR ROOM NOW AND JUST FOCUSES ON SETTING HIS THINGS BACK KJHDHFSKJDHF Vinny: HJKLSDFHJKLSDGLHJKERGH

Finn: “as promised ive returned with haste, wizard" finn immediately looks to vinny, cimmorro as good as forgotten now Cimmorro: vinny might see him going like 😖 but more disdained Vinny: vinny sits on his bed idly reading something so he doesn't nod off, he watches cimm barrel back into the room and makes a concerned face (are we in battle agai-) until finn steps in swerving around him. he looks between the two briefly, confusion evident on his face but all he says is "uh...hello?" Finn: "i shant take up too much of your time either" he seems relaxed, smile somewhat sincere but guarded. he wonders if he should kneel to vinny like he had planned or if thatd be too much "i apologize for not returning your coat sooner... and for having naught to offer in return for your kind gesture. i do wish to express my gratitude, and no matter how dramatic it may seem to you, i greatly appreciated it" he seems to become more soft as he goes on "should you require aid, be it financial or otherwise, do not hesitate to call upon me. i will come to you" he seems rather serious about this Cimmorro: cimm behind finn slowly shaking his head like he's warning vinny Vinny: as finn starts vinny has a confused smile and his as he goes on his face becomes more rigid and strained trying to hold the expression, he doesn't obviously glance at cimmorro but sees him shaking his head in the background. he stands up from where he's seated and takes a few steps forward waving an arm in the air as he speaks "i-uh i appreciate the sentiment but it wasn't anything so serious w-was it?" he tilts his head perplexed but trying to come off friendly "even when i healed you it was a bit less dramatic than all this?" Finn: finn frowns a little, but not due to vinnys strain "you do not understand... youve shown me something very important that only couldve been done at that time. i wont forget it" his tone turns somber and he briefly looks away, quiet "it matters not if you understand, as long as you know that i will draw my blade for your sake henceforth" he bows and turns to leave Vinny: vinny doesn't understand what relevance his coat could have possibly had to this man's life, nor that it deserved such fevered dedication henceforth, he racks his brain as finn talks and as he bows, vinny shakes both his hands through the air this time to stop him before he leaves "ah-! hey, maybe i don't er, really understand but...!" he pauses for a second as he thinks "look- i don't quite like people feeling as if they owe me great debts, it's a bit uh... monumental. we can look out for one another's backs equally as comrades instead, that's a much more preferable situation for me." he takes a breath to think and calm himself down from the strange declaration before he goes on, becoming less flustered as he remembers something "we haven't even ever properly introduced ourselves to one another have we?" Finn: finn stops and looks as vinny flails and thinks to himself that the wizard isnt unlike the characters in his shoujo manga. its kind of endearing. he listens to vinnys explanation and tilts his head throughout, taking the time to consider everything truly. at the mention of their lack of introductions he gives a faint exhale in place of a laugh, still somewhat in his knight mindset "our lack of formalities has not shaken my conviction. but i do admit itd be awfully rude of me to continue traveling with you under these conditions" finn clears his throat unnecessarily and poses lamely (imagine any lelouch pose) "count finnian oswald atticus barvotte, champion swordsman of antessa amongst your closest allies from this day forth!" he appears less stiff now, very into his own performance. radiating with confidence he reaches his hand out to vinny "and now declare yourself to me, wizard!" Keva: keva happens to open her door just in time to see finn strike his pose and announce himself and all his titles, and decides that actually she doesn't need water and closes her door again Finn: finn remains unshaken by this event and expectantly focuses on vinny, hand still outstretched

Vinny: vinny blinks, his eyes widening at the display before him. he thought maybe he would have calmed down the dramatics with his words or blown the wind out of his sails but it seems the opposite has occurred. he tries very hard to reconcile this image of finn with the one he's seen over the past week and wonders which one of these is the act, though maybe he was just in a terrible mood until now...? he thinks it'd be rude if he didn't return the enthusiasm however, as finn sticks out his hand vinny reaches forward to grab it and give it a hearty shake laughing a little as if it were startled out of him, he gives him a smile as he speaks "Vildristin of Shorewater, you can call me vinny, and not just er wizard preferably, pleased to have gained your friendship...?" he laughs again awkwardly as he considers again how on earth this happened Finn: finn feels one of those anime arrows hitting him when vinny says he does not want to be called wizard... he thought it sounded very cool... he would certainly appreciate being addressed as swordsman... whatever...shyly kicks a pebble around in his mind "im most pleased to have forged this bond with you vinny! and please do call me finn!" he says with the same amount of enthusiasm though, he understands the want for a nickname at the very least. his strong grip on vinnys hand eventually ceases and he retracts his hand "i respect that you do not wish for me to settle this debt in a traditional sense so i shant treat it as such.. but my words ring true regardless! i will come to your aid always. do not forget" he smiles triumphantly but then staggers "i-i do believe ive ended up taking up quite a bit of your time after all... i shalt leave you to retire now" he pauses, inwardly pained "vinny!" he turns to leave again, again you have the choice to stop this if you wish Vinny: still confused he finds himself getting swept up in.. all the strange presentation finn is giving the exchange, though he feels a bit out of his depth. as finn releases his hand and starts making awkward pauses here and there he continues thinking, suddenly feeling a pang of nostalgia. it's almost like he's playing with a kid now, pretend with knights and dragons, he almost lets out a genuine laugh as the seriousness fades away, he puts a hand to his face to cover his mouth as he smirks and nods along "yeah of course, and as long as were walking about together i'll keep an eye on yours...?" he removes his hand still smiling, putting his hands on his hips instead "have a good night finn" Finn: finns not sure why vinnys fighting to keep it together but hes happy about him finally not being so awkward anymore. when he turns at the doorway one last time and sees vinny putting his hands on his hips a genuine smile overcomes his face, like that of a child on their birthday and his eyes squeeze shut for a second from how happy he is "rest well!!!! the days wont stay as peaceful as they are now!! and cimmorro i do wish you a most pleasant night as well of course!!!" he almost shouts from excitement but closes the door in a normal way. outside though, he sprints down the hallway. destination: deck. hes gonna stare at the stars and just maybe give his thanks to the world itself. then, he'll return to his room and write a letter to his uncle....

Vinny: as finn leaves and shuts the door vinny turns to cimmorro with a wide eyed expression still amused, he points with his thumb gesturing at the door "what the hell did you say to him?" Cimmorro: the entire time cimm has just been holding his head while sitting on his bed. giving finn a defeated wave as he goes. when vinny speaks up after finn leaves, he sputters with his arms flailing as he struggles to even comprehend what just happened. "wha- i- ME?? i didn't do nothing! HE asked me out on a date whereas he's been VERY vocal about his contempt for me up until now!" he says defensively. after a moment he just groans and falls onto the mattress, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose. "i'm just as confused as you are...! i've never seen him make that kind of display towards anyone else in this party" Vinny: he blinks as his face grows a little red "d-date?" he rubs his face with his hand embarrassed and looks away "...that was the farthest thing from m-my mind to have guessed... did your chat just put him in such a good mood..?" he waddles back to his bed to sit down with a confused face as he crosses his arms still looking away "i just assumed he started acting dramatics to you as well or something... i didn't know someone so vitriolic could act so cheery?" Cimmorro: "yes, date. take a moment to picture being in my shoes, kay?" he sits up and faces vinny as he explains "i opened that door and he looked at me like i was a piece of shit. then he drags me out there to ask me out on a date, saying things like he's interested in me? what the fuck is that!" he growls as he shuffles under a blanket. "he's always pulling something theatric, but the one just now with you was probably the most unnervingly friendly one yet. it's almost like he has a catalogue of personalities he'll play for the day. the scary part is, i don't know which one is genuine anymore!" Vinny: he pauses a moment as if to actually picture himself in the situation "...i really don't understand your relationship i'll be honest..." he shakes his head as he runs a hand through his hair "he...really seems to like getting carried away, as if he picks a mood and runs away with it" he starts leaning backwards, putting a pillow between him and the wall as he's silent for an elongated period of time "...a....aaare you going on a date with him...?" he tilts his head curiously, still glancing at the ceiling Cimmorro: "i also don't know, so don't ask. one thing is for sure is that we're ways off to being friends..." he rubs at his face again and tiredly sighs. "at this point i'm just trying to coexist with him until this is over." cimm turns his head to look at vinny when he asks that. "yeah, well, sorta?" he makes vague hand gestures as he speaks "he asked if i could show him around the city and the temple as a date, but i told him i don't do that sorta shit at my tower, yknow? so we met halfway and just agreed to showing him around if i have the time." another long sigh comes out of him. "i'm starting to wonder if it was a bad idea, but i thought i could keep an eye on him in case he decides to do anything funny... i don't want him pulling some shit where my sisters could see" Vinny: he lets out a puff of air he seemed to have been holding in "i see..." he scratches his chin as he rolls his head about "so you're trying to placate him pretty much?" he gives a small awkward chuckle as he slackens his arms as well "he's almost like a kid is what i thought, kind of immature. you have a... t-tendency to tease people too much, i'm sure it'll end up fine if you don't give him the wrong idea..." he glances over at cimmorro briefly then looks away as if embarrassed. he makes to grab the pillow again to put back at the head of the bed and starts shuffling around to lay down proper. he takes off his glasses before he speaks again "if i'm not too occupied trying to cure your friend in an act of great herosim, feel free to let out a cry for help" he says it while smiling, like he's teasing now Cimmorro: this type of conversation seems to roll casually with cimm. "you know, it's funny cause i have been actively trying to get under his skin with full intention to deter him from me but.... i think it actually turns him on?" he looks up at the ceiling and shakes his head. "it's the only way i can make sense of.... all that...buh" there's a bit of silence before cimm turns to vinny with an amused smile. "you might be on to something... if it turns out horribly then, i could just tell him i have plans with you instead. maybe he won't put up too much of a fight about it, he knows i put you on priority right now... maybe if i take you on a date he'd leave me alone even..." the small jest turns out to be something actually plausible. he continues to ponder on the idea as he shuffles more comfortably in his bed Vinny: though he cant really see cimm he turns his head to look away as if to save face anyway, with a cough and a mutter under his breath he flicks his wrist to snuff out the lantern hanging on the ceiling, cloaking the room in a warm darkness "...c-certainly a unique individual isn't he" after a brief pause wherein he makes himself comfortable within the blanket he replies, quieter"..do as you like" he shuts his eyes and begins to attempt to will himself to sleep and not think on that sentiment for the new few hours. Cimmorro: "night, vinny," he yawns. despite being able to see through it, the dark does invite a comforting lull, making him realize how sleepy he actually is. placing a sleeping jasper on top of his chest, her soft purrs gift him a comfort that only she can provide.

Cimmorro quietly hopes he doesn't have any nightmares that involve Finn as he puts his eye mask on...

[namuneulbo]

week sixty-seven

OKAY woah. crazy week. although mainly friday was crazy lol. im just gonna do a short highlight then tell yall ab friday in more detail.

- v ghosted me. or well, he hasnt been in on the app in days so it could be that but im gonna count it as ghosting considering he MUST notice we arent talking, right?

- started talking to j. hes a slow replier although he did tell me quite early on that he is so i dont mind it AS much but ya. i wanna talk to himmmmm more.

- in general ive been getting more matches recently, esp w men. idk how im suddenly in such an era.

- won music quiz ???? me, c, f, p and v shared the price. s had sat w out team and helped us but he wasnt officially in our team so he didnt drink anything. i had mixed vibes ab s but i quite like him now, hes really nice but he reminds me a bit of k but i dont want to think of him as shittily as i do of him just bc he kind of reminds me of him manner-wise. manner-wise as in the way he speaks, not acts.

- ms concert !!!! so good !!! shes so talented !!!!!!!!

okay, so... friday. the day had come. were all doomed.

i went to helsinki by train early in the morning and i arrived in helsinki around 11:30. i had forgotten my sandwiches i had made the night before so i was starving. i went to hesburger and had some food. i was sooooo bored for the like,, 5 hours of freetime i had before the show. i went to check out where the venue was and i was feeling quite happy but my ears started hurting so bad bc it was cold so i after finding the venue i had to find somewhere to warm up for a bit which ended up being in some health center. the area around the venue was so,,, lame. like there was nothing to do at all and it was raining and it was cold so walking outside wasnt my fav activity. i decided to go buy some food for the train ride home and then i struggled figuring out what to do bc like,, i had like two hours of freetime left so i COULDVE gone back to the city center and done some fun stuff but it was kind of that thing of when u have plans at like 4 pm so u cant do ANYTHING before that even though u realistically have the time to do it. yk?

it started raining and i was not feeling myself at all and i had the urge to cry bc i was so overwhelmed but i ended up walking around in a light panic then i went to the venue and just waited outside for like an hour. a group of brits in doomed hoodies came out of a van and walked into the venue and bro i was starting to get nervous lol everything started feeling so real.

the venue opens. ppl rush in and i let some ppl go before me since i didnt want to be first at the m&g. we got a neon orange wristband and then were guided to the wardrobe. i put away my stuff and then went to buy merch. i got the save the bees tee and its so cute. my card declined at first bc of some area ban thingy so i had to fix that real quick before buying it. the staff were so nice though!

i had to pick up my makeup from the wardrobe bc i forgot it in my bag and also i was unsure whether we were meeting dan w masks on or not so in case we werent wearing masks i wanted to fix my makeup. we ended up meeting him w masks on though so i wouldve been fine.

i go to the m&g queue. i didnt even know it had started until i saw dans back on the side of the screen separating him from the queue. he wore a nice outfit. some sweater w a skeleton on the back and ripped jeans. very dan. very on brand. i had a lil freak out and fangirled by myself lol i was so aaaaaa

i was talking w n for a good bit during the queueing and in the midst of it she said i should ask what his fav pokémon is bc we had been talking ab that a couple of days ago while i was making hama bead stuff for him. i told n id ask him to send her a voice message from my phone. n got excited ab it but told me to not waste my time w him on her but i was so sure i wanted to do this so i just set that as a lil goal.

when i was close to the front i stopped talking w n for a bit and just tried to calm down a bit. i put on the screen rec on my phone when the last person in front of me left to go meet him and once i got to walk in we immediately went in for a hug and bro i was so awkward bc he wanted to hug me above my shoulders bc yk,,, hes tall but i tried doing one of those twisty ones where one arm goes above and one under and broooo. THE TWISTY HUGS R NOT EVEN GOOD LIKE BRO NOOOOOO... anyways, before i start crying ab that, lets continue. he immediately asks if i want anything signed and i hand him my pride flag and make a little joke ab how i thought it was on brand. he asks if the letter in my hand was for him and i misinterpret it as if the pride flag was for him so i just answer awkwardly like “no but i brought u a letter” like OKAY GURL....... anyways... i hand him the letter and make a lil comment on the taemin sticker i used to seal it w. he laughs ab it and says i have taste. he goes in to reach for my phone and asks if i want him to take the pictures and i just say yes and tried to make him notice my cringey wallpaper of him and phil, yk,,, thinking i could make a lil joke ab how i have it as a joke and that i dont have a literal photo of him and phil from like 2009 thinking its the shit (although,,, it kind of is the shit). anyways, he doesnt notice it and just takes a few pics. 5/6 turn out blurry but theyre all cute so its fine, still ly dan lol he starts ending the interaction and being all like “well, i hope u enjoy the show tonight!” and i reply w like “also-” and he was listening attentively again and being all like “yeah?” instead of scurrying me away (bro i feel like im making both him and me sound like douchebags but it was a pleasant experience, it was just a very hectic one). i tell him shortly that me and n met bc of him and phil and he was like “really??” and i asked him if he could send a voice message to her telling her his fav pokémon bc she loves pokémon. hes like “yes, ofc!” and then i hand him my phone w me and ns chat open. he starts a message but doesnt record it so he has to do it again and he reacted so cutely when he realized it wasnt recording PLSS hes so cute. he records it again and then i thank him and he goes in for another hug before i leave and aghhhh i was so shakey afterwards. also, HE SMELLS SO GOOD????? its very obviously lush so i have a mission to find that exact lush product now bc WOAH. i smelt like him for a solid 30 mins afterwards, it was crazy.

the show was so good and my seat was great!!! im so happy w everything and the pre-show pl was amazing. sticker, famous last words, his own diss track??? i loved it. so happy. i love dan sm!!!

sotw: the cure - apart

[constantly-chaotic20]

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[youre-in-big-trouble]

yesterday, i had two (almost three!) accidents... both before work!

i was asked to drink 80oz of water. i think, at MOST, i can hold 60oz at once? but that has to be a slow, loooong stretch of my bladder... this time? i was being asked to chug.

while having a snack, i down was able to down two of the four 20oz bottles i needed to polish off. the third took a little longer... and before i had it down, i was already feeling pressure building in my bladder.

i snagged a soda, so id be more encouraged to Drink! ... buuut, after i got halfway done with it, i was told by the person guiding me that, soda definitely isnt water. and, they asked me to drink water!

so, 9oz of extra diuretic are in me. no biggie! just gotta finish my water before it catches up with me!

i manage to finish my third water, and chug half of my fourth while working on a project at my desk. by now, im kinda... letting my legs wiggle back and forth... but, im still alright! just noticing how much the band of my work pants is cutting into me.

oh! yeah, i had already gotten on some of my work clothes before holding. extra incentive not to have any unplanned spills, yknow?

by now, i think 1.5 hrs, maybe 2, had passed? i was sipping my last water, and was told i had to refill my bottle and drink one more before i could go into the bathroom. ... mind you, i wasnt being allowed to GO yet, just being allowed to stand in the bathroom.

so i downed the last of that bottle and filled up my fifth. 108oz, all getting crammed into me. with how strong my urge to GO was getting, i had no choice but to drink this one as fast as possible... i could feel how full and sloshy my tummy was, which complimented the firm stiffness of my bladder nicely.

by now, i was having trouble standing up straight. after finishing my water, i hobbled into the bathroom. not really at risk of leaking just yet... until i was asked to turn my tap on warm and stick my hand under it.

so now, i can only hold with one hand, and i was using it to type! so, NO hands, really... crossing my legs tight, wiggling from side to side... after a few minutes of this, i asked to take my pants down, and they said i COULD... if i sat on the toilet for a second and dripped warm water over myself.

my bladder was swollen, and protested this grumpily! especially when i stood back up and pulled my boxers up without letting any pee out... thankfully, i earned a reward for being such an amicable young fellow! ... another bottle of water to drink. which would put me at 128oz dumped into me. oh, and, i still had that soda from earlier to finish! which meant WELL over a gallon of fluid. probably around 137oz.

by now, the water was really getting to me. i could feel my knees shaking, and my urethea muscles were getting tired from how much was pressing down against them. buuut, i couldnt GO until i finished my fluids...

with my legs crossed, i DOWNED that last water! legs double-crossed, i felt myself starting to leak... i was directed to put a bucket under myself, and to keep holding it! even after that last sip was gone, they still wanted me to fill it back up... slowly... with warm water...

those last few minutes of a hold are magical to me. where your muscles are STRAINING, trying so hard to follow your orders... but, slowly and surely, you can feel them giving out. just for a split second at first. then, again. again, longer, a second. longer, longer, until a drip of pee sneaks out...

but theres no relief in dripping. it just makes my boxers warm and wet... i yanked them down, squatting over my bucket to prevent myself from making a massive mess. i still didnt give my body permission to go, even as dripping turned into trickling, and finally... a big, full-force and orgasmic gush.

i was barely able to bare down and stop that one, and as soon as i did? i lost control again. piss hissed against the side of my container, and this time, i felt the relief... even if i hadnt permitted it.

after the third, maybe forth, big spurt, i was finally told to push the rest out as hard as i could. i sighed, tearing up and shaking as i finally emptied my aching bladder... SO good, better than any orgasm...

according to my measurements, i probably had about 50oz in my bladder when i finally broke. ... which meant i still had 87oz of fluid working through me. at LEAST another bladderful, maybe two!

... wanna guess how long it took for me to have to go again?

[part 2!]

[fearlessleaderslove]

Don't You Dare Make Me Fall in Love With You

"Dont you dare make me fall in love with you."

This is a mini oneshot inspired by the amazing kadenmackay and his TikTok (<<<Click me to watch!)

Y/N slowly realizes just how much trouble they're in after a rough and emotional fight between Leo and Raph.

Content: Fluff, cuddles, mentions of insecurities, and small smooches.

The night's air was tense and silent, the hurtful words and intense emotions still echoing within the darkened lair. In all the time you had spent with the brothers you couldn't recall a more explosive fight. Raph had gone off to the surface to, like usual, take his aggravation out on the next poor criminal that got in his way…However, when Raph didnt come back by the morning the bad vibes rolled over everyone in waves during a storm. It wasnt until the sun had set did Leo and the others set out to find their hot head brother. When you found him, you could feel your heart break and immediately called the others.

His injuries had already started to heal by the time you had patched him up, Mikey taking the first watch in case he woke up. You searched all over the lair for him…but you somewhat knew where the eldest was hiding from the start. Your feet guided you down the windening passages until you saw Leo punishing himself in the Hoshi (Hashi?) room.

“Leo…” You begun to say but the blue bandana’d turtle interrupted the moment his name left your lips.

“Its my fault…If I hadn’t fought with Raph then he would’ve never left and he wouldn’t have gotten hurt like this. I have not only been a horrible leader, but a horrible brother. How could I, Y/N? How could I let him go…let him get injured so badly?” Leo’s bottom lip quivered as he tried so hard to focus on his punishment.

“I know you feel guilty, Leonardo…but punishing yourself isn't going to change what happened. Please…come down and talk with me.” Your voice begged, you hadn't quite noticed at first but Leo was balancing on the tip of his katana, a single “R” Scrabble piece separating the blade from his finger. One wrong breath and the terrapin could seriously be hurt…Like Raph.

He remained on the blade for a moment until glanced at you, into your eyes. His own gunmetal blue eyes widened for just a second as a thought ran through his mind. ‘Please…don't you dare make me fall in love with you, Y/N. I cant…I cant say no when you look at me like that.’ With a soft sigh, Leo carefully dismounted his sword, defeatedly walking to you.

You smiled at him before taking his hands into yours, your elegant fingers ever so gently squeezing around Leo’s as best as you manage. Your eyes never left the leaders and you could feel the seismic shift in your feelings for him that told you one thing. You were in deep. The guilt and defeated expression that plagued Leo’s once bright smile effortlessly convinced you that you wanted to make it disappear. To chase those feelings away. But you had to remind yourself that you had been staring for too long now and once you pulled Leo into his bedroom you shut his door.

When your warm hands left him you could’ve sworn that you saw a look of panic if only for a second before it disappeared. You crawled onto his bed, leaning against the wall as you patted your thighs. You weren't…the thinnest. Or the prettiest. But you cared for the turtle brothers with all your heart…maybe one a little more than the others.

Yet he still looked so unsure of your invitation, shifting from one foot to another in a sway of nervousness. You let him think for a moment and he cautiously approached his bed, crawling onto his old blue sheets. He wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into your stomach, letting the shaky breath release. ”I-is this…really okay?” You nodded and smiled tenderly at him, “Of course. It’ll be alright, Leo. Raphs injuries weren't as bad as we thought. He’s even started healing already.” You said in a soft voice, your smile fading. “Leo…its not your fault. Brothers fight and Raph was just doing what Raph does. There was no way of knowing what was going to happen. You’re not a horrible brother or leader…you’re…um well…” You stuttered and mumbled under your breath.

“You’re…amazing and so kind. Its why I..I…love you.” You whisper the part but it was still enough to make Leo’s head snap up to look at you.

“Y/N…I…are you sure? I’m a mutant, there isn't anything I could offer you. No money or fame or even…a family of our own. The only thing I could give you is my love.” Leo said, his entire body. How could you love him? He was controlling and stubborn and cocky even sometimes…and a mutated turtle. How could you possibly love him when he was still so…broken?

“That’s all I need, Leonardo. I care about you…so much. Not because you are the most handsome man on Earth. Because you have one of the most beautiful spirits I’ve seen. I know I'm not pretty or skinny…” Your gaze turned away from Leo, thinking that maybe he was having second thoughts about your confession…maybe he could do better and find a bombshell like April.

“Y/N…You’re perfect to me. Please…can we stay like this a little longer? Raph will be up soon and I have an apology to figure out before he does.” Leo said and his body relaxed before pulling himself closer to you, his face hiding in your stomach.

A loving smile spread across your lips as you nodded, your hand softly caressing the skin on his skull as you sang softly to him. “Dont you dare make me fall in love with you,

Dont you dare enchant me with those eyes

If I fell through your skies, there's no way you would catch me

There’s a tear in my heart, but your patch doesn't match me

Being near you still adds to the size of my sighs

There’s still seismic events at hellos and goodbyes

And I still need reminders as to why is unwise…to stare.”