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You will never forget this!
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Oh… Don’t take this to heart. It’s not really your fault! If anything…
He should have known better…
Tw: Panic Attack and Blood!
v Aftermath v
*You didn’t realize what was happening until Siffrin choked out blood.
*It was all such a burr…
*Madame Odile was the one who catched him.
*Isabeau immediately rushed to their side.
“SAY IT BRIGHT ONE!”
*The King’s pain voice, destroyed by blood, rours in your ears.
*Siffrin tries again and another cough of blood comes out.
“SIFFRIN! YOU NEED TO STOP!”
*Odile demands, however her usual confidences wasn’t there.
*Bonnie was crying, scared of what’s happening.
*All you are able to do is stand there.
“PLEASE! SIFFRIN, PLEASE! YOU CAN’T!”
*Isabeau begs with tears in his eyes, his voice breaking.
*You’ve never see him like that…
“SAY IT’S NAME, BRIGHT ONE!”
*You see Siffrin’s arm weakly raised to the ceiling.
“It’s… Name…”
* no.
“Is-!”
*please, don’t…
*Both the King and Siffrin scream.
*The King. Collapses.
*And Siffrin…
*goes.
*limp.
*Madame Odile gasps, covering her mouth.
*You stare.
*Bonnie grabs your skirt, wiping their tears.
*You can’t move.
*Isabeau is sobbing, holding Siffrin hand in his.
*You can’t breathe.
*Siffrin head turns to the side.
*You
*CAN’T
*BREATHE-
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*You are back at the Library, in Dormont.
*You need to go greet Siffrin from his nap!
*…
*Thank Change, you took those acting classes.
*You meet him as usual, trying your best to not to immediately burst into tears.
“Hello, Siffrin! Did you enjoy your nap?”
*They yawn, and gives a little hum.
“It was okay, a weird dream… I still kinda feel sleepy.”
*Oh, that’s new. Probably not good but you won’t show it on your face.
“Oh! I’m sorry!”
*They smile.
“Nah… It’s fine, I just feel a little sore.”
*They rubbed their neck.
*You blinked.
“My throat feels real weird.”
*Your face falls too quickly.
*They notice.
“Mira? You Okay?”
*Shoot.
*You fix your face.
“I’m fine Siffrin! Just a little stressed about the King that’s all!”
*His booming voice echoes in your head… You feel your mouth twitch.
“Oh… You want to talk about it?”
*You laugh.
*Even now, they still want to help you!
*Of course they do!
*They don’t know how much of a failure you are.
*How all you could do as you see him die was stare!
*You fake a small smile.
“That’s fine, Siffrin. You can rest at the Clock Tower while I get everyone ready.”
*He stares at you for a while.
*They nods, yawns, and make their way to the Bridge.
*Bonnie seems to go with Him, saying something about what they wanted to eat tonight.
*…
* You go to the Change God Statue…
*You knee down to it…
*…
*Then.
*You.
*Cry.
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Wait fuck ow ow ow Eddie keeps a picture of Chris in his wallet…
He’s probably always taking it out on his downtime now. Just so he never forgets his face.
He pulls it out at dinner and tells the picture all about his day because he’s afraid that if he doesn’t, he’ll call his parents again and try to speak to Chris. He can’t push Chris. Chris has to call him first (he keeps telling himself that.)
By the end of the summer the edges are faded and it’s stained from every time he kissed it goodnight.
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it’s a beautiful concept to grow old in the midst of the world ending, finding someone you love on the way and realising then how it was never the ending of the world that scared you, but having someone to lose that did
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Puppyboy!Hawks who raises his chin for you to collar him. He's so fidgety— he plays with the ring in the center of his collar absentmindedly whenever he's stressed. It reminds him of your ownership, and that soothes that precious overthinking mind of his. He doesn't need to think at all when he's with you.
Puppyboy!Hawks pawing at you, running his mouth to beg you to let him fuck you like the pretty service top he is, to let him hump away to his heart's content. He swears he's been good, he's earned it, please.
Puppyboy!Hawks with an oral fixation. Who spends hours between your thighs, satiating his fix and lapping any mess he makes clean with a dopey smile on his face, popping crackles of subspace on the brain. He'll prove he's a good boy. He thanks you after.
Puppyboy!Hawks is so good at following your orders— he barely needs a lick of training at all! His intuitive and curious nature serves him well, keeps him out of trouble with you; unless he wants to be in trouble, of course. A bit of bratting never hurt anyone, right? And oh, it feels so good to be on your bad side, sometimes.
Puppyboy!Hawks who deserves his little indulgent treats, who keens a whine at each "good boy", who leans his head into every scritch when he makes you cum so well, who benefits from the structure, who's puppysick with love.
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when owen says "I don't want to leave my home" it hits so fucking hard because it's not about her house. it's not about 4 walls or the city border or the state. her home is the place she lives. your body is your first and only permanent residence. she doesn't want to leave her body, she can't escape from the only thing she's ever grown to know. this body, the way it is, the way it's supposed to be, can't be wrong. where can you go when your body isn't your home anymore?
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