#a cup of moondust

[sakkiichi]

AUGUST.

Glimpses of the departed month go by as you reminisce by the sea.

ft. Kaedehara Kazuha x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

I honestly don’t know how to feel about this piece… definitely not my best work, but I wrote it, so I’m posting it. I hope someone still likes it.

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

Blue.

Said alone, the word might have had a tendency for melancholy, cold, turbulence.

However, if anyone were to ask you right now, you’d deny every negative connotation the color might have ever been related to.

Because to you, blue was dusks by the sea; moments right after the last coppery rays had hidden behind the expanse of an ocean you could only wish to unveil all secrets of.

And perhaps, you liked this moment of day because the infinity of blue before you mirrored the feelings in your heart at ease.

Feelings of unbridled affection, boundless love.

For him.

Fair hair falls over his shoulders, like silk weaved out of stars, its tips illusory rose with the fading daylight. His eyes are closed against the marine breeze, flecks of moondust clinging to his lids, casting enchanting shadows over his cheeks. His shirt has been discarded, droplets sliding down his bare torso, as if he had bathed in a pool of starlight. A black leather cord rests against his tempting collarbones, a vibrant scarlet maple leaf charm dangling tantalizingly over his chest.

A dreamy sigh escapes your lips, mingling with the sounds of foamy waves lapping at the white sand.

Kazuha.

He was always nothing short of ethereal, but something about him in the dimming light of a late summer’s nightfall, felt inherently magical.

“I’m going to miss this, Kazuha.” You finally say, resting your chin on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

He gently leaves a kiss to your forehead, his hand finding yours over the towel you’re sitting on. Scars jut like jagged rocks against which waves break, in the same way lightning snuffed out a life dear to him all that time ago.

And yet, the smile on his lips is almost palpable when he says:

“We’ll be able to come back, my dove.” His thumb runs soothing circles over the back of your hand. “Before we realize, summer will greet us again.”

You chuckle. Kazuha had such a poetic way of approaching things; even when the sun went pitch black, he would forever remain a beacon of hope to you.

“I know, I know…” You clarify. “It’s just… I wish I had more free time to spend with you like this during the year…”

As much as autumn brought found memories and your beloved’s birthday, September always had a tendency to leave you yearning for the long days of summer.

Echoes of August replayed behind your eyelids every time you closed them, reminiscent of stolen instances held in the brief minutes in which the sky was dyed in shades of neither day or night.

Those eyes that held the suns of a million dawns focus on you. Starlight from constellations that will sleep soon seem to frame them, those long lashes fluttering in tune with your heart.

“I know, my angel…” Your lover utters, as he delicately tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’d like to stay with you like this, for all eternity…” His stare of gentle embers takes you in.

His muse, his perfect love, his forever.

The samurai’s free hand reaches to cup your cheek, his touch, a dove’s first flight in its tenderness.

Beneath the darkening skies, you were the brightest star. Every lash, every pore and freckle, the everglow that fueled his verses.

“But we’ll always have the weekends,” He reassures, those fingers that penned the most romantic eulogies tracing your jawline, the column of your neck, your exposed collarbones.

Dilated pupils stare at his lips, images of kisses coated in ice cream and cocktails flashing through your dazed mind.

“And every summer after that.” The poet adds, noses mere millimeters away now, separated only by salt air and dying sunlight’s rust.

“Every summer.” You repeat.

Then, the magnetic force of both your desire-ridden lips reigns over, his kiss, an intoxicating collision.

Your hands lock behind Kazuha’s neck, pulling him closer. The droplets of sea water on him feel cool, flecks of stardust tattooing your skin in every place your bodies touch.

The wandering samurai’s lips are an expanding sunrise, and you, the tsunami that desperately reaches for his light-tinted heavens.

One of his hands sets on the soft sand, keeping him upright, while his scarred one tenderly cups your cheek. Your lean against him is soothing, healing, clear August skies, birdsong written in between retreating clouds.

Behind the undulating horizon, gold dyes silver.

Constellations begin to waltz far above, the lovers by the sea, their directing lyrics.

It’s a symphony about a season that will never die, its score inscribed in indelible blue ink in the heat of yours and Kazuha’s fervent kisses.

[starrystevie]

steve has always been a morning person. he likes waking up and hearing the birds waking up alongside him, the first hints of daylight filtering through his blinds as he stretches in his bed. he's warm, he's cozy, he's content.

the first thing he does after waking up is go downstairs to make a cup of coffee with a splash of milk and a bagel slathered in cream cheese. the second thing he does is take his breakfast outside to the back porch, wiping off dew from his favorite chair, taking in deep breaths of fresh morning air. the third thing he does is tell the sun about eddie munson.

he thinks they're similar, eddie and the sun. bright and warm, full of an uncontainable energy that could somehow be too much for people. the sun's a star and so is eddie. the sun is too much to look at unfiltered and so is eddie. steve will find himself drawn to him like a vine growing under the suns rays in the long summer months, twisting and turning to reach him faster.

it's impossible to look at eddie and not smile, preening under the warmth that he expels, the blanketing comfort that he gives away willingly. days without eddie and his sunshine are few and far between which makes the days eddie's sun doesn't shine feel like winter, the sun rising and setting too close together. he's happiness in a bottle, he's where to turn if you're trying to find your way back home, he's proof that steve's alive.

eddie, on the other hand, has always been a night owl. he likes the pinks and orange that dust the sky as the sun sets, the way the stars peek out of a mystical sky, the frogs and crickets and cicades waking up along with them. he's transfixed, he's calm, he's content.

night means that eddie can crawl up to the trailer roof with a blanket, a few pbrs and a pack of camels. he has wayne yelling at him to be safe as he gets in his truck to head to work for the night shift. he'll make a trip back down to lug up his boombox that's loaded with a mixtape for a certain ex-king before settling in and making himself all nice and comfy. then he'll tell the moon about steve harrington.

he thinks they're similar, steve and the moon. a constant in the night sky and a constant in their little crew, a rock that keeps them all together but gets overlooked by the bright and shiny stars around him. he has phases but he's there, ever changing as he may be. steve is someone that people yearn to travel to, something seemingly out of reach, but once you've landed, you've made your mark. the space race may have well as been about steve harrington because who wouldn't want to have the honor to get to him first?

steve is the moon how he draws eddie to him, controlling the tides of his heart to have him coming back to him every time. he's the bright light in an inky blue night sky that gives him a path through the darkness. eddie charts his path across the sky as diligently as he tracks him on earth, following behind steve in a moondust trail to go wherever he'll allow him.

the two spend dawn and dusk together, wrapped up around each other as the sun and moon tell tales about them to one another. something about a boy who can look at the sun and not be blinded and a boy who will chase the moon anywhere.

[pretty-purple-pages]

Prompt,

"the world wasn't created equal,"

"Yes it was, then someone decided they were better,"

η καρδιά της Αθήνας

synopsis: the princess of athens falls in love with a thief

pairing: percy x annabeth (percy jackson and the olympians)

content (genre and warnings): mortal!au, princess!annabeth x thief!percy, inspired by aladdin, angst, fighting, no happy ending

word count: 0.5 k

“Percy!”, the princess of Athens hissed, helping the boy climb through her bedroom’s window. Her golden-blond hair shone in the moonlight, making her seem even more gorgeous to him. Gods, she looks so pretty when she’s mad. He grinned sheepishly.

How Annabeth Chase, the sharp-witted strategist, heir to the kingdom of Athens, had fallen in love with a common thief was a huge mystery; even to herself, but deep down she knew she had fallen for him the minute he had helped her escape the palace.

“How many times have I told you to not visit me at night?!”, the princess dragged him and made him sit on her bed, “It's so dangerous; guards, soldiers and you could get injured from climbing my tower! It’s almost 7 stories tall for Athena’s sake!”

The thief, who had already stolen her heart, looked at her with a love struck grin. Standing up, he cupped her cheeks and rested his forehead on hers.

“I missed you too much to care about falling and getting caught, wise girl”, he whispered lowly, his voice only audible to her, “And, as a professional thief, these are insignificant risks”

“You really are a seaweed brain.” she shook her head, giggling.

“Jokes aside, Annie”, his voice suddenly had an urgent undertone as he ushered her to sit down, taking a seat beside her himself, “I don’t want to sneak in anymore. I don’t want to meet in secret. I don’t want you to meet any other suitors when I know that I’m the one who has your heart-”

She paused, processing what he had just said. Does he mean-

“-I want to reveal our relationship. I love you and you love me, what’s stopping us?”, he took her hands in his, a hopeful expression on his face.

She pulled her hands back, exasperated. “I’m the heir, the princess. If they found out that I love someone who isn’t a prince, they’ll kill you!” her heart broke at Percy’s dejected expression, but what she said was the truth.

“But I don’t care about what they say or do! We’ll find a way; like we always have”, he looked at her again; his sea-green eyes pleading, voice cracking, “Please?”

“You don’t care, but I do!”, she didn’t recognize the tone she was using, too furious, too loud and seething like venom on her tongue, “I’m not like you. I’m not a thief. I have responsibilities; unlike you I can’t run away from my problems.”

She took a deep breath, trying to think level-head again, failing as she noticed the wounded expression on Percy’s face. “You and me; it’s forbidden. The world wasn’t created equal”, her voice dropped dangerously low.

“Yes it was”, Jaw clenched, eyes blood-shot, his voice hoarse, “then someone decided they were better.”

Percy Jackson left through the same window he had entered through, leaving Annabeth Chase sitting on her bed, regretting the entire conversation.

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tags: @that-multi-fandom-hijabi @loife1m @moondust-on-the-hijabi @summersblossoms @queenie-blackthorn @tinadablackthorn

credits to @rookthornesartistry for the dividers

[kapapi-o]

Smitten ([Fu Xuan x FemReader] arranged marriage)

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Des: NO, ACTUALLY SHUT UP BECAUSE AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH FU XUAN. HER BEING ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN WITH HER WIFE GRR BARK BARK

Warnings: none, just poignant sapphic vibes.

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Who would have thought that the Master diviner would accept an arranged marriage. For someone to stand beside her, they surely had to be someone of equal status and a strong quality of character. So of course she landed with the most eligible bachelorette. A daughter from a family of great standing and influence in the Xianzhou Luofu.

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She could foresee how her future wife would be--but such predictions faltered in comparison to how she actually looked like in person,

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As if the aeon of beauty itself materialized before her...

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Eyes that glimmered with all the stars of the night sky, giving any onlooker the same star struck feeling upon sight of them. Her hair must've been made from moondust with how it shimmered under their wedding's venue light, just effortlessly gorgeus locks that fell on her shoulders.

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And when she spoke, oh god...her voice sounds as crisp, clear, and soothing as water dripping onto stone, and it felt like a gentle chaste kiss to the ears.

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Fu Xuan felt herself freeze up at the sight of her bride--whom had a charming flush of red gently sprinkled on her soft complexion, and a soft smile curved on her pretty lips. The poor master felt her heart nearly stop when their eyes met,

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"Will you, Fu Xuan, take her as your lawfully wedded wife?"

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"Y-yes-I do!" She croaked, rather unbecomingly. Her ears turning an embarrassing red as she notes her blushing bride stiffle a giggle.

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"I now annoint you a couple, you may kiss the bride."

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Fu Xuan panicked as all rational sense shuts down. It was up to her newly beloved to lean in and seal the deal. With a grin, her wife cups Fu Xuan's face, their lips finally come together and the diviner swears she felt the equivalent of watching the sunrise for the first time. She was stiff at first, not that her wife really minded, she was more so amused, actually.

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Eventually, she melts at her touch but then she's being pulled away suddenly. Had she forgetten to breathe? Oh, how she hated her pitiful being for needing air to part from those lips...

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Her eyes open and she sees that dreamy sight of her again...the world slowly coming back to her as the sounds of people cheering returns. She couldn't help herself and unconsciously pouts at the separation. Never mind the crowd of people clapping for them, she wants her wife to hold her captive again.

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Honestly, between you and her, she couldn't tell who really benefitted the most from this arranged marriage. If she had to choose, it would definitely be this very fortunate Master diviner.

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Headcanons cause i need to get this out of my brain before mass:

• Cannot say no to her lover, her darling, her doting wife

• She'll never admit how much power such a woman holds on her, not that's it needed since it's painfully clear when all her attention and word is dedicated to her wife at the slightest mention.

• Will utter, "oh, my dearest likes that" or "that's my love's favorite..." cause there's a part of her brain reserved just for her.

• Her marriage can best be put as a healthy obsession. No one knows how it works, we all accept that it does and that's that <3

• Wonders everyday who she has to thank for her beloved to be in her life. Should she start praising aeons, fate, or her parents? Where to start...

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Not me posting this from my church's bathroom before going to mass, ahAha.

[a-driftamongopenstars]

I need the Drifter to kiss Eris, so badly, so I wrote myself a fic. well, and for anyone who also can't get them out of their head 😭❤️ warning for very minor spoilers for the new lorecard.

also on ao3

"Ready, Moondust?" 

The Drifter looks up at her, the magnificent figure, made stronger by tithes of dozens of faithful Guardians. 

Eris stares back at him, and for a moment he feels a wash of horrifying anxiety that she cannot, would not let go. That the power is too much to deny, that revenge was her new name, a title of a Witch Queen.

But she promised. She must. 

She breathes in. He cannot breathe. 

The circle lights up, Hive runes activating to the witch's calling. Eris chants, her voice echoing off the walls, scattering powerfully, rattling in the Drifter's brain. Her eyes never leave his face, and he looks back at her, willing to be her guide and beacon. A thread she somehow managed to tie around his heart. 

"Come back to me," he thinks. "I've been waiting." 

The seals of the witch's ritual begin to fall apart. They crumble to dust, taking away all that brought Eris to her new found power. Her wings crush to dust and bone, the spikes of her armour detach. 

The Drifter watches with reverence, eyes following the crumbs of chitin that drop from Eris' shoulders. She cries out as it releases her, and her cries are of regret and immeasurable strength. 

Her eyes are shining its familiar green, unobstructed by any fabric. 

The Drifter waits until the final streak of circle energy dissipates, and he rushes forward to catch Eris' body in his arms. She goes pliantly, surprisingly so, as he steadies her on the ground. His body jolts from the sensation, the weight of her in his arms. He longed to hold her, he would not fucking let go now. 

"It's all right," he mutters as Eris comes to her senses. The Drifter waits until she pushes him away, but it never happens. She clutches onto him instead, her hand curling around him. 

"Germaine…" 

Tenderness. Such tenderness in her voice. He wants to put his real name in her mouth, just to know what it sounds like from her lips, but this is good enough. 

"Eris…" 

She looks up at him. Her hair is a mess, her face is streaked with Hive darkness. He cannot think of another woman so strong, and so vulnerable. A secret she allows him to keep, because she knows he will. They have built themselves a raft of trust amidst the ocean of uncertainty. 

His hand cups her cheek. He thinks he might go crazy from the very sensation of her against his palm. 

"You've waited…" she says. "Despite everything." 

"Said I would." 

"You don't have to wait any longer." 

What she means is so many things. And he chooses it to be the one, he closes the miniscule distance until his mouth is on hers, and that's when the Drifter understands - it was all worth it. 

She is everything. Warm mouth and magic and trust. She is grief and vengeance. She is power and knowledge. 

She is the woman he wanted to kiss for so long. 

Eris kisses him back, mouth to his mouth, tongue to his tongue. Minutes, seconds, all loose their meaning, all bow to the queen no more. Their lips move, hungry and harsh, but then sweet and careful, before becoming hungry again. 

"You…" her words trail off when they pull away. No, he could never quite find the words either, so he smiles. 

"Yeah, Moondust?" 

His forehead rests against her cheek. 

But she only shakes her head. She smiles. Her fingers trail over his lips, then cup his face.

And it is then that the Drifter knows that he is hers. At last. 

[erisxdrifter]

Devotion

  The Drifter's lips twisted into a crooked smile. A teasing glint shone in his eyes as he arched his brows. He opened his mouth, speaking low.  "Kiss me, Moondust."

  Eris turned her head away, hiding the smile that crept along her lips. "No." She simply responded.

  "Why not?" He questioned creeping closer.

  "Mm. You appear to be desperate, Rat." Eris turned her face towards him. "How unusual."

  He fidgeted a little, trying to maintain his composure as he reached out and cupped her cheek, leaning in a little closer. "Okay, let me try this differently... can I kiss you, Eris?"

  She smiled. "Mm. You truly are desperate."

  "I reckon you could say that, Moondust." He shot her a bashful glance, his hand still pressed against her face.

  Eris smiled at the confession, tracing her fingers along his chin. "Your honesty is appreciated." She murmured softly.

  She closed her three eyes, waiting expectantly. A moment later she felt a warm, gentle pressure against her lips. She accepted the touch happily, even as it became more and more impassioned, growing longer and deeper each time the Drifter sunk in again. Eris stroked her hands up and down his neck as he held her tight to his body, kissing her lips with fervour.

  Finally after another kiss the Drifter pulled away, breathing quick as he pressed his cheek against Eris's.

  "Thank you," he murmured into her ear.

  "It was a pleasure." Eris traced her hand down his neck. "And I enjoyed every second of it," she whispered.

  The Drifter pulled away to look at her, once again taking her face in his hands. "I love you." He smiled almost drunkenly.

  "I know." Was all Eris said as she put her face to his once again.

  They stayed that way for some time, holding one another close, kissing intently, sharing the devoted love that swam between them.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

original sin

or: let’s push their stories aside.

gn!reader, no content warnings, pure fluff fluff fluff (and how long has it been since i’ve said that, huh?). written as a cheeky little secret santa present for the gorgeous @liykaii , organised by the incomparable god of organisation @daveyistheloml - all my love to the pair of you!! <333 inspired by ‘origin of love’ by MIKA, and it shows. sam doing some totally-normal washing up in just over 1000 words.

“Come back safe, darlin’.”

He doesn’t say it loudly, but he knows you’ve heard it - mostly because he can see you freeze where you’re fiddling with your seatbelt, and hear you turning to Milo and demanding that he get a move on before you’re late to David’s. Those wolf senses really are a blessing, aren’t they?

There’s a sharp peal of laughter at your flustered state, a gleeful shout of “We’ll have ‘em back in time for dinner, Mister Collins!”, and the muffled thud of a half-hearted punch before Milo gives in and drives away. He watches the taillights as they disappear into the trees, and sighs fondly at the thought of the embarrassed, lovesick teasing that’s happening in that car at this very moment. You’ll be getting on Milo's case about all those flowers he’s ordered for his mate for their anniversary coming up, and he’ll be laughing up a storm once he realises just whose shirt you’re wearing.

Honestly. A whole pack of troublemakers. God, he loves those wolves to pieces.

(Well, not all in quite the same way. It’d probably be a bit awkward if he did, y’know?)

He ducks back inside, grateful for the early winter nights that let him see you off on the porch like this. It’s not quite the same, in summer, and if he’s honest it’s the damnedest thing. Why can’t it be nighttime all the time?

It’s a little sad, he’s always thought, how easy people think it is to get used to this. Walking back into the kitchen to get started on a dinner that he doesn’t need to eat, smiling at the way the picture frames in the hall always seem to be slightly askew, clicking his tongue at your talent for leaving cups next to the dishwasher but not actually putting them inside. His mate, his mate. Running the hot water, and he’s never loved you more.

People say this is easy, don’t they? Being in love (and isn’t that a thought? Sam Collins, in love. Who knew the day would come?). It isn’t right, the way some folks take the whole thing for granted - it makes his blood boil, it really does. He’d go to the ends of the earth for you, follow you anywhere, give you anything you could possibly wish for. Whatever you decide, whatever you command, he has no choice but to blissfully obey.

At your feet, staring up at his saviour, head cradled in your hands and heart held gently between your bloody teeth. He’s soaked, waist-deep in the thousand blessings of you, and being in love is the conscious choice to tread water. Love doesn’t happen without air, and floating isn’t fun, when it’s not with you.

Clouds parting through the kitchen window, liquid silver splashing in the sink. It should always be nighttime, if you ask him. You’re so lovely, in the night.

(Not like that! Get your mind out the damn gutter!)

(...Although, you’re not wrong, now he thinks about it…)

In the moonlight of his life, you are everything. Soft and dusted with silver, cutting through the frozen water, bright and light and kind. How in hell’s name do you do it? Your key turns the lock and the world knows warmth. Stars in your eyes and your words and your touch, twisting and curling on the surface of the sea, treading moondust into the carpet. He turns his face to the sky and it’s you who’s there to greet him, tumbling through the stifled clouds and dropping effortlessly into his arms.

Everywhere, it’s you. That first, empty day in the woods outside Wonderworld. They say a vampire can’t help but feel a draw to the place they turned, the place where everything changed. It’s true. He does, same as anyone. But it’s funny - did you know that he feels it there too? He’s never been able to explain it. His skin, his soul, anchored to a single square foot of earth where in his mind, his mate still stands - will always stand. For him the night is eternal, and so too are you. A shadow in the moonlight, the blessed eclipse.

Before you, there hadn’t been much.

Not much of him, not much happening to him either. Alone in the garden of Eden, heaped in paradise and nothing to do. A lonely, lonely man, sliced open and abandoned by an Eve who kicked and thrashed her way free of his ribs until he lay shattered among the flowers. Blood soaks deep into the dirt, and Eden hides its face in shame.

Snakes and trees and the beauty of the forever sun. It’s a bore, peace by the absence of passion. He holds his crumbling flesh together and he can almost believe that it’s stone, unchanging and impervious, until the silver moon reaches down to find him and the sweetness of a new life bursts on his tongue. Melting, breathing, learning how to tread water. The quiet shade of a beautiful tree, jade leaves and tender branches, and something catches his eye.

Books be damned. You, the answer to his prayers, the apple that bit back, and he’s forever in your gentle grasp. What is magic, if it isn’t whatever he has with you? All creation is nothing to the wolf Sam Collins loves, who loves him back in equal measure. Heaven is nothing, when it’s midday in the polar night.

The moment passes, and he realises that he’s forgotten to turn the oven on. Are these the sorts of things you’re meant to think about, doing the washing up? He’s not sure, but since when has he ever cared about what he’s meant to do? The clock over the door ticks on, and he’s got the love of his life coming back to him in just under an hour. Better get to work.

People in love stories don’t tend to know they’re in a love story. Silver and sweetness and one breath after another. What a stroke of luck, then, that the two of you have always liked to bend the rules.

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[shadowriel]

In The Moondust

Here’s some new, angsty Gwynriel just in time for fall. I promise it’ll break your heart and stitch it back together. Let me know if you’d like to be added to a tag list. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Before: Gwyn finds herself enamoured with Azriel, sharing hearts, engagement rings, and a new house with the clearest view of the stars. The promise of a lifetime doesn’t seem like enough, but she can’t wait to spend it all with him.

Now: She’s not sure when it all changed.

Chapter 1 - To Have and to Hold

Read here on AO3

Read a snippet below:

The leaves had only begun to change colour when Gwyn realized she was falling out of love with her fiancé.

Maybe it should have been a revelation—a bone deep hurt that worked its way through her at the thought—but as she sat beneath the faint glow of the porch light, a cup of lukewarm tea clasped tightly in her hands, she knew it was simply the answer to a question she hadn’t previously dare ask.

She was falling out of love with Azriel.

She almost couldn't tell when it started to happen. A part of her wondered if she’d ever loved him at all. But she did—she had. There had been a time when even the touch of his fingers against the back of her hand sent shivers skittering down her spine. When a single glance at the earthy hazel of his eyes had her craving his lips on hers.

It hadn’t just been passion, but something more. An understanding between the two of them, hearts exchanged long before rings, intertwining themselves with one another before they’d even moved in together.

Still, Gwyn didn’t know how intertwined they could have been, if only to unravel so easily. She should have been tearing herself apart to rid herself of him, yet here she was—just numb.

Even the chill of the breeze barely touched her.

Minutes passed quickly as Gwyn sat there—on the wraparound porch that had once been her dream. One moment, the sun painted the world beyond their house golden, and the next, it was kissing the horizon and leaving everything in a state of pitch-black.

Only when the darkness had settled did Azriel pull into the driveway.

[demiclar]

Reflection

Eris lets Drifter see the truth behind the mask.

(AO3, 1024 Words)

There’s a gentleness to his hands that a stranger would not have expected from him. The scars on his cheeks, the sharpness of his smile speak the promise of cruelty, a reflection of the harm that has been done to him. Eris knows, however, that this is not the case. She knows from the way he woke her from nightmares beyond the Pyramid, in the Witch Queen’s Throne World, from the hot drinks he pressed into her hands amidst the bitter cold of Europa, the softness of his lips on hers.

He starts with the band of fabric at her waist, resting at the base of the armor plate that covers her chest. He unties the simple knot, unwinding the fabric from around her waist. He lifts the armor plating from her chest, her shoulders, setting it aside. He removes the layers that cover her with gentle hands, and sure movements, comfortable with her and everything she is.

 She hasn’t let someone touch her like this in centuries, but no one has tried, either. Those around her look at her with unease. Her colleagues don’t know how to interact with her, her friends fear the consequences of a misstep. The comfort in him, the calmness, the ease with which he touches her, interacts with her, simply exists with her is a breath of fresh air after a century of stuffiness. 

When her armor is gone, softer layers left behind to cover her skin, marred with scars like his own, he reaches for her head covering. Her hands shake when she reaches out to hold his arms.

“Germaine.” The corner of his mouth turns up at the sound of his name, murmured so softly from her lips. 

“I’ll stop if you want me to, Moondust.” He promises. He leans forward, lowering his head and nudging the fabric of her head covering aside just slightly to press a kiss to her jaw. She shivers at the brush of his beard against her bare skin. “Just say the word.”

He draws back, his hands slipping down to find hers. He gives her a long moment, letting her consider and breathe, but Eris doesn’t speak. She lifts her eyes from their hands, to his face. Something rolls across his features when her gaze doesn’t waver, when her chin doesn’t dip, and he reaches out to cup her face as he presses their lips together. The kiss is firm and sure, and Eris feels the same surety in her bones when the Drifter draws back, placing his hands on her head covering. She gives him a small nod, and he unwraps the fabric, setting it aside. 

The first thing he does is run his fingers through her hair. She keeps it cropped fairly short, a few inches of dark, wavy hair that spends almost all its time hidden under her veil. He wraps an arm around her waist, the other reaching up to cradle the back of her head in his palm, his fingers weaving into the waves above the bandage that covers her eyes. He presses his forehead to hers, turns his cheek into hers until the inky blankness that spills from her eyes trails onto his own skin. He kisses the side of her nose.

“This too?” He reaches up to cradle her face again, his thumb running along the edge of the bandage over her eyes. She feels a scar on the pad of his finger trace over her cheekbone. 

She nods again, though she catches his wrist in her hands before he can take off the bandage, turning her face into his hand until she can press a kiss to the heel of his palm. She kisses the scar on his thumb, and she watches his cheeks heat, his head lowering just slightly. 

“Thought I was the one bein’ soft.” He murmurs, a soft smile on his lips. His expression brightens when she begins to return it, color rising on her own cheeks, below the phantom tears. He presses a kiss to each of her cheeks. “Don’t worry, Moondust. Nothin’ wrong with a little comfort every once in a while.” 

He slips his fingers underneath the bandage that covers her eyes, guiding it up and off gently, careful not to drag it across her eyes. He looks away from her face briefly as he sets it aside, but he doesn’t balk when he meets her gaze, he doesn’t hide from her or avoid her the way the rest of the world seems to. Very carefully, he traces his thumb just under her left eye, his calloused fingertip brushing over the soft, delicate skin below her eye of growing green. Darkness stains his fingertips for as long as his touch remains, but Drifter doesn’t draw back, he just smiles softly at her. 

“What do you see?” 

Eris knows what she looks like. She has no belief that she is beautiful, she has no value for beauty anymore. If she ever had an inclination towards it regarding her own body, the Hellmouth drove it out of her. When she looks in the mirror, she sees her glowing eyes. She sees what others fear, the features she covers with black cloth like she still mourns what once was. She does not. The cloth is only to keep those around her from flinching, from proclaiming her a monster, tainted by the Darkness.

“I see strength.” Drifter nudges a lock of her hair away from her center eye, leaving her face uncovered, the darkest parts of her bare for him to see. “I see survival.”

He shrugs out of his own armor, his own outer layers set aside until they’re dressed for comfort rather than protection. The air is cold around them, and she finds herself longing for his warmth. She reaches for another cloth, tucked away into a pocket of her outer layers, a clean bandage to cover her eyes, but Drifter catches her hand. 

“Don’t.” He looks into her eyes, her vision clear without the fabric to obscure them. “Don’t hide it.” 

Eris stares at him for a long moment, then tucks the bandage back into her pocket.

[theallenshorefangirl]

Savior of Lost Hope Chapter 4

@voidwritesstuff

(Chapter warning blood,guns,abuse, and true tragedy in this chapter,readers beware)

As the group progressed through the maze,they all finally escaped that awful thing. “I thought that maze was never gonna end.” Lucas said out of breath as he shot the last inkblot in the area.”Tell me about it.”Virginia stopped and brushed gravel dust off her dress.”Come on, the entrance to the mansion is up ahead!”

Rosemary's wings switched from organic to a more radio wave frequency.”Careful though the Rainbow chemical,it must be strong in there.” Max was about to kick the door open but it opens on its own.”Woah this place is huge!” Virginia runs past the group and spins at the center of the room.Her fancy Victorian style ghostly dress swishes and sways on the ground.”Spider Lilies to Radio Waves do you read me,is everything ok,over” it was Lazaro,Jerico's brother.”I read you loud and clear Spider Lilies.” Rosemary spoke softly into the radio.”Making sure this worked Over.” “Roger that.Over” Lucas chimed in.They all scattered the whole basement and first floor of the place.It was huge.”We could be lost for hours,and still couldn't find them.” Virginia stopped to catch her breath.

They heard clicking and scraping of something strange hitting the floor,which caused a fear to rise in the small group.They turned around and could see from the top of the stairs a yellowed eyed figure trying to fly,but they all could see his wings were dripping hot asphalt and they all went to go after him but he quickly disappeared.”Was that Allen?” Max huffed.”Definitely him.” Rosemary chimed in.”Well looks like our Icarus was trying to fly to either the skyroof or what looks like a bedroom on the third floor?” Virginia found a blueprint mockup of the house.”Let's go Desmond could be in there too!” They all raced to the third floor and searched the rooms.The radio went off again.

”Dragon's Breath to Tango Flash,Do you copy?” It was Jerico this time.”Copy,something wrong over on your side?” Lucas sounded genuinely worried.”Well I just wanted to make sure you're ok…seen anyone yet?” Lucas took a sigh of relief.”Yeah actually we saw what we are assuming was Allen.” “That's good,I know a certain someone would be happy to hear that news.” Jerico took a sip of a cup of hot chocolate. “Where is Sorrowful Moondust at?” Lucas asked.”She's been asleep since we got here,she's been laying on the cold floor next to Allen's cot.” “As long as you and the others are ok I'll stay strong,use the radio again if you're in trouble or need to check up on us Jer.”Lucas gained a strong confidence boost.”Copy that Tango Flash.Over and Out.”

Rosemary's eyes widened and slowly turned to Lucas.”Wait Zoe is asleep!? Oh no this is my fault!” She began to panic.”What do you mean?” Lucas's eyes widened.”When Jerico,Lazaro and Zoe came over just as we were heading in,and Z said she was having trouble sleeping and I think I gave her a heavy dose of sleeping medication and she could be in here with us…somewhere.” She bit her nail as the radio wings flickered in a panic.

She grabbed the radio.”Jerico this is bad!? You said Z was asleep!?” “What happened to using radio code names?” Jerico responded.”Well I forgot I gave Z some strong sleeping medicine and she could be in here with us,I need you to attach a heat monitor sticky strip and place it on her wrist,we don't need her going into a bad situation and not know where she is!?” Rosemary said in a panic.”Oh great of all the things she's gonna make me worry more about the poor thing.” Lazaro placed a blanket on Z.”Me and Laz will keep an eye on her.” “Thank you both.We gotta go, talk later.” Rosemary clicked off the radio and handed it back to Lucas.

“So there's an unattended person somewhere…Allen go get her.” Allen nodded and dived into an asphalt puddle, Desmond you go and greet the guest.A well dressed male walks out of the shadows as his four white wings dripping Rainbow chemical spread out.”Of course Agent Rainbow.”

It was Desmond,his eyes were black with a red scalea,and his gold rim glasses gleamed in the light.Rainbow disappeared with a huff.The room the group was in goes pitch black and they hear a click of heels of some sort.”Ladies and Gentlemen,please give him a round of a pause your one and only therapist.” Rainbows' voices boomed through the mansion.”Desmond Wales!” Standing on the top of the stairs was Desmond.”Desmond is that you?” Virginia piped up.”Well why won't it be me?” He sounded offended by the comment “Well you look like him but Doc never had any red irises.” Max huffed,the cuffs clacked on his horns*

Desmond Looked at the two.”Where did they go,the radio angel and the cyclops.” His tone of voice shifts from calm to bitter and serious.”We don't know they were just with us a few minutes ago.” Virginia squeaks hiding behind Max.”Yeah honest truth.” Max huffed, almost grabbing the shotgun from his back.Desmond scanned the room before giving Virginia and Max a look of annoyed anger and flew off.”Oh no.” Virginia gave a worried look to Max.”Oh no indeed.” Max seemed nervous.”Oh where are my manners?Inkblots show our guests some gratitude.” Desmond laughed as his voice became quiet.Max and Virginia pulled out their weapons as Inkblots surrounded them.”Max…I'm scared.” Virginia clutched her mirror shard sword.”Stay strong Virginia,we must not give up now!?” Max loaded his shotgun up with fire bullets and held his ground.

Rosemary went looking for either Desmond or Allen and had Lucas look for Zoe.”Dragon's Breath to Tango Flash any luck finding her?” Jerico sounded worried.”Negative can't find her anywhere.” Lucas was becoming deeply concerned and very worried.”I'll update you if I find her alright Dragon's Breath?” He waited for Jer's response.”Alright Tango Flash,over and out.” The radio clicked off.”Over and out.” Lucas mumbled quietly.He then felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck as shielded shooting inkblots shot at him.”Alright you bastards bring it on!” He pulled out his sniper loaded with special green radio bullets that exploded when activated with his modded radio.Rosemary was running around trying to find any of the boys but ended up back in the main entrance of the mansion,and found herself tearing up.The scorched floor from Max's fire bullets and torn and blood stained fabric pieces from Virginia's dress didn't look well to her.”Max! Virginia! Where are you!” No response from the both of them.Rosemary walked up to the next floor only to find what seem to be droplets of blood and more bullet scorch marks.”No,no they have to be somewhere!” She tried to keep her hopes up.

Lucas had his med kit and patched up any cuts from the inkblots from where they shot him.”D…damn things.” he stuttered for a moment before hearing a bubbling sound and blackish brown asphalt could be seen in the light.Lucas quickly and quietly hid in the shadows due to his dark green ghillie suit hid him in the dark.Allen crawled out of the asphalt puddle and looked around his sunken yellow glowing eyes looked and looked around the room,his bone like wings clicked on the floor.Allen shuffled around for about 30 minutes looking in every room for the unattended person and falls backwards into the puddle and disappears.”Holy hell.” Lucas muttered quietly.”I can hear you…Lucas Cole!” Allen's voice sounded vicious but also sounded like he was in pain.”I heard you.” His voice shook as he spoke.Lucas quietly crawls on the floor trying not to get Allen's attention,but he seemed more nearsighted than far sighted in vision so Allen could barely see him.Lucas stood up quietly side stepping into one of the rooms and then used a item from the room he snuck in to throw at the other door to get Allen's attention.”I heard that.” He quickly scurried to the door that made noise and Lucas escaped that area.

Z was outside of the garden maze looking for the others.”Max,Virginia,Lucas Rosemary…where are you all! She had on a moon and starry-like long-loose sleeved dress and ran around looking for them everywhere.”Guys where are you!?” She was panicking and running about.She heard a noise and thought it was one of the people she thought to run into but it was Him and she stumbled backwards.”Ah did the sister to the one man freak show get caught up in something she shouldn't have got into?” Agent Rainbow sneered and then scoffed disappearing into thin air.She gets up and looks around staying alert.While she wasn't looking Rainbow appeared again and sent Allen to attack her.”I'll be inside if you need me.” He walks back inside from the balcony.Allen tossed a orb like object at her that was filled with sleeping gas,she tried to cover her face from it but the sleeves of her dress didn't help,she had grabbed a tiny vile of antidote and tucked it into her hand before her vision went dark.

She had awoken a few hours late,Allen was keeping an eye out for anyone outside the door before walking in.He kneels to get eye level with Z before slowly recognizing it was her.”Z?” Allen said in a more hurt and worried tone.”Allen?” She was still disoriented. ”What have I done…” He hung his head down. ”Allen come here,come close.”Z looked like a ball joint doll the way she was half awake on the floor.Allen quickly got the key from around his neck and unlocked the door and sat in front of Z with the key off his neck. ”Allen,I was so worried about you,I thought you wasn't gonna wake so I came in here to help the others,Rosemary didn't give me medicine to help me sleep,she gave me the same concoction that got them here in the first place and I wasn't gonna let them hurt you.” She grabbed one of his hands with her free hand. “But it is dangerous here,Rainbow and Desmond will hurt you.And maybe even me.” He looked away.Z grabbed his face and turned it to her. “Then why haven't you if you are under his control?” He paused before his eyes widened. “Do me a favor real quick,close your eyes and tilt your head back.” Allen found the request weird but he did just as she said.Z had popped the bottle of the antidote and carefully opened his mouth and poured it in.He lurched backwards before the asphalt disappeared and his single set of wings were more pure white than asphalt and he slowly starts to faded awake.”Z what did you do?” Allen was scared. “You're free from his grasp and you're waking up now.” Z smiled and grasped the key.Allen wanted to say one last thing but he was already waking up.

Jerico and Lazaro look over to Allen's cot and he shot up heavily and panickingly breathing.”What the!?” Both said in unison starting at Allen.”No Z what did you do!?” Allen ran over and looked at the screen.”Don't tell me she's risking herself to save the others.Zoe you're crazy!?” Allen was panicking and pacing the floor with tears in his eyes. “Calm down Allen,tell us everything.” Jerico grasped Allen's shoulder, stopping the man from trying to hyperventilate and pass out.”How about first you take a shower and get you a meal in and then tell us everything that happens.” Lazaro corrected Jerico escorting Allen to the bathroom with a town and a set of his pjs.”You're a pendejo sometimes you know that right?” Lazaro just turns his head and gives Jerico the look of disappointment.”Did you just miss use that word in the sentence just for it to make sense wow.” Jerico slapped Laz.”This is no time for child-like arguments.” She sat down at the desk.Laz was quiet til Allen walked out and into the kitchen.”I made empanadas and some soup if you want anything to eat.”

After Allen ate,he told Jer and Laz everything up until now.Them the radio goes off “Dragon's Breath,Spider Lilies what is going on?” It was Lucas.”Tango Flash you will not believe who's here with us…” Laz nervously spoke.”Who?” Lucas sounded concerned.”It's Asphalt Icarus,he woke up with Zoe's help and she could be in danger!?” Jericho sounded stressed out and worried. “Sunflower deep breaths in and out alright,stay strong,we will find her and hopefully bring her back safely.” Lucas reassured Jerico in a calm sweet tone. “Over and out.” Laz clicked off the radio.

Allen picked up Z and laid her on the cot so she wasn't lying on the cold floor and lays a heavy blanket over her.He noticed Z wasn't wearing her turtleneck and her black pants but a short sleeve shirt and shorts,her scars from where her father abused her could be seen,her arms and neck.and legs had a lot of scars from what Allen had guessed was from a beer bottle. “Is that why she wore long clothing?” Jerico handed Allen a glass of hot chocolate.”She told me about her being abused by her father after her mother died, her father always accusing Z of being the fault of her mother's death when she died of a natural cause.” Allen sat the cup down and quietly sobbed.”After I meet her when she first came to Milton Haven she was scared and had tears, packing a bag of clothes and medication with her.I said she can stay for as long as she likes and I took her in taught her everything she knows.She works morning Homa Mart shifts and babysits Virginia's brother and Max's kid,and helps me at night with the lighthouse.” He pulled his knees to his chest.”And she's like the sister I always wanted.” His eyes were red from crying and his cup of hot chocolate was empty.Jer and Laz both comforted him.

As the storm picked up in Desmond's unconsciousness.Z would run to find Max and Virginia and with luck on her side did and patched up their cuts and bruises with a med kit Allen also left behind.Z's outfit also had a small change the dress now has a gold rim wing shaped shoulder cape that must be Allen is keeping her safe. “I'll help bring Desmond home,I'll be ok…Allen.” Z said with her confidence boosted clutching her fist.

[jasmineinthenight]

Last Line Tag

tagged by @gummybugg, thanks for the tag!

Rules: post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

So my last line is:

“-- And you thought I was gonna make you a cup?” Chandni asked sarcastically.

tagging: @macabremoons @oh-no-another-idea @iced-ginger-tea @mjjune @moondust-bard @elshells @talesofsorrowandofruin @kjscottwrites @withlovelunette @hallwriteblr @nerdishwrites @rhikasa and open tag

[atlanteatlas]

This is a poem I called Celeste. Please Enjoy 🫶!

Ciao Ciao,

Atlas 🌐

Celeste

They told me I couldn’t touch the stars,

I was so scared that I covered up my scars

Sports were my supposed bloodline

But I just wanted to watch the stars shine

I pretended that glitter was stardust

Pretended to be Selene and sand was moondust

Water would someday become zero gravity

And growing in my chest a cavity

In school I learned humans were comprised of stardust

Not real stardust but the elements we trust.

Obviously there's oxygen and hydrogen

There's even carbon and nitrogen

So when I say I'm a star I am telling the truth

And this isn't something I can tell you in a diner booth.

They'll continue to tell me to sit down and shut up

I may be a delusional teen but I'm not raising my cup.

But long live the dreamers who live by an alias

Cheers to the kids who grew up to be spontaneous.

May everyone be their own ball of flame

For everyone will never be the exact same.

Translucent and bright, and don't go down without a fight.

[loopyhoopywrites]

Find the Word

Thanks @talesfromaurea for the tag!! These are all from TEQ.

Free

Looking anything but threatening, Llanedd took the sword, leaving Trickster free to slash his dagger in the direction of the now-recovered goblyn. To his surprise, the blade actually connected, scoring a neat line across the goblyn’s throat. For a moment that felt much longer than it no doubt was, the goblyn just gurgled helplessly, before finally collapsing at Trickster’s feet. Doing his best not to look at the nearly headless corpse now bleeding out all over his designer shoes, Trickster glared at Llanedd.

Cup

A maelstrom of ideas and half-finished sentences were flying around the room. Llanedd’s gaze was darting between speakers so fast they were inviting whiplash, but Trickster was revelling in the chaos. It was the type of distraction and disarray that he thrived in, and it was only the teacup occupying his hands and Mar’Gret’s keen field of vision stopping him edging into the fray with the intent of lightening a few pockets. Even still, he was inches away from slipping a particularly nice bracelet off Kieth’s gesticulating wrist when Mar’Gret suddenly clapped her hands, immediately regaining everyone’s attention.

Meet

“Alright,” he announced. “We go simple. You help me cause a distraction, then I’ll keep everyone’s eyes on me whilst you sneak over to the bar and grab a few words with Malarkey. We’ll meet back up by the tapestry of the ugly bearded toddler.”

Llanedd squinted at the hanging he was referring to.

“I think that’s supposed to be the viscount.”

Sky

“I might trust you a little more,” said, Llanedd, “if you told me what you were actually doing, if not breaking in.”

The answer to that was –in chronological order– a click, a brief pause, and the cacophonous blaring of a choir of klaxons delightfully accompanied by a ten-foot radius beacon of scarlet light that erupted into the sky and drenched Llanedd, Mar’Gret, and a now-grinning Trickster in a vibrant red.

Tagging @bardicbeetle @ghost-town-story @neoncherryblossom @moondust-bard and anyone else who wants to to find Space, Soon, and Someone :)

[a-driftamongopenstars]

an anchor in the sea of screams; drifteris

season of the witch ending spoilers!! i really needed some softness about these two ough... also on ao3

They were not the kind to fuss about another. Even a simple "are you okay?" comes at a great cost to their true selves, and so they hide it beneath grand speeches, in case of Eris, or grand antics, in case of the Drifter.

But Eris wants none of that today.

Her feet land gently against the metal floor of the Haul. It hums in a familiar way, but it is like a silence to her ears that have been hearing the sea of screams for weeks now, crawling from her insides.

Her eyes, unmasked, find the Drifter, waiting for her with a chipped tea set, from which a thin line of steam rises.

"Ikora took no time at all to inform you of that which has transpired, I see."

The Drifter shrugs, pouring a dark rich brew into a small cup.

"You know how she is. So very worried."

"That strikes me as true."

Eris makes a step, then another, until she reaches the table. She has underestimated just how much the ritual has drained her. It took everything, from the deepest roots of vengeance to the darkest corners, which have been tempted with the gifts of godhood and clarity. How they hooked on her fingers, pulled at her, tore her apart as she made her choices.

She still feels the scrape of chitin as she slit Savathun's throat, her laughter vibrating the bones of her Hive arms.

"Hey," the Drifter's voice, so impossibly gentle, reaches to her through the veneer of most recent memories. His fingers are against her, placing a cup of tea in her hands. "You alright?"

"As one expects me to be."

"I don't have expectations, Moondust. I am way past that."

She smiles. That is one of the many things she likes about him. She can simply... be. Herself. Without judgement or expectations.

Eris brings the tea cup to her lips, tasting the drink, allowing it to warm her mouth and burn the tip of her tongue. It's comforting, the familiar taste embracing her.

Her eyes find the Drifter again. Yes, she thinks. In the sea of turmoil, after taking shape of something else, this is what she needs. Silence, some tea, and the Drifter beside her, like an anchor to the promise of something she may finally allow herself to have.

[erisxdrifter]

2. Eris is sick so her beloved Rat takes care of him.

Here's your second story request! Thank you so much, hope you love it :))

Cough after cough echoed through the despondent work station, along with the high pitched whistle of a kettle.

  Eris Morn coughed again into her arm, taking the kettle by it's handle and preparing herslef a cup of tea. She strirred in a large dollop of honey, sniffling as she brought the cup to her lips, taking a small sip to soothe her sore throat.

  She was out of her usual work attire, and instead wore a blank t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, attempting to get comfortable as Ikora had suggested when Eris informed her that she was sick. She was ordered to take off for as long as she needed, and she'd spent most of her time laying in bed trying to sleep, but to no avail.

  She sighed wearily, bringing a hand up to her earpiece and clicking the button that would take her voice to the Drifter's ear.

  "Drifter?"

  "Moondust?" Came the response.

  "Yes, I apologize for the abrupt change of plans, but I will not be able to make our patrol this afternoon."

  "Woah, woah, how come? You okay? You usually never skip out on patrol."

  "I am fine, I merely have a cold."

  "A cold?" He asked. "How bad is it?"

  Eris hesitated for a moment before opening up her troubles and discomforts to the Drifter's waiting ears.

  "My throat in particular is the largest nuisance. It is quiet sore, and to swallow is both painful and uncomfortable." She confessed. "And other than that, sleep has been difficult to find and the task of blowing my nose, tedious and annoying."

  "Huh... don't sound fun, Moondust." The Drifter said sincerely.

  "It is not." Eris replied.

  "Hey, how bout I come over 'n cook you some chicken noodle soup?" The Drifter offered. "May not take your sore throat away, but it'll help."

  "That... would be greatly appreciated." Eris replied, not smiling, but feeling a little happier.

  "Great. I'll just grab what I need and head on over."

  *  *  *

  "The soup'll be done in a few minutes," the Drifter said as he walked into the main room, where Eris was sitting. "How you feeling?"

  "Not any different than I had earlier." She replied.

  "You got any salt?" He asked.

  "Salt?" Eris frowned.

  "Yeah. I heard gurgling salt water can help deal with a sore throat."

  "Interesting... I have salt in the kitchen." She stood up and lead him to one of the kitchen cabinets.

  "Alright," the Drifter started, taking the container of salt and heading to the sink, filling a cup with warm water. He stirred in a little bit of salt, then handed the cup to Eris. "Just gurgle that a few times and see if it helps. I'll go plate up the food."

  Eris did as the Drifter had suggested, gurgling the warm water while the Drifter filled up their bowls with the steaming broth and noodles.

  "Foods ready," he told her as she spat another round of salt water into the sink. "Salt help any?"

  "A little," Eris replied, taking the bowl Drifter offered her. "Thank you."

  He gave her a smile as they went back to the main room, each sitting in their own armchair.

  "You tried takin' a hot shower already?" The Drifter asked through a mouthful of noodles, finally breaking the silence that had been there through most of their meal.

  "I did this morning." Eris replied, drinking a spoonful of the warm, soothing broth. "The soup is good, Germaine, thank you."

  "My pleasure, Moondust." He finished up the last of his soup before then taking his and Eris's bowls to the kitchen. When he came back he kneeled in front of Eris's chair and looked up at her. "You already had tea?"

  "Yes. Two cups." She answered.

  "Alright... try takin' a nap?"

  "Yes, but as I said earlier, sleep has been difficult to find."

  "Okay... you got any extra blankets somewhere?"

  "Yes," she replied, somewhat confused.

  "Where they at?" The Drifter asked.

  "In the closet in the front room."

  "Alright. Don't get up, okay? I'll be right back."

  Eris sat in silence until the Drifter returned, a large fluffy blanket in his arms. He smiled as he leaned over Eris, tucking the blanket around her snugly.

  "Even if you can't sleep, curlin' up in a blanket's got to do some good."

  Eris smiled faintly. "Thank you... would you like to sit with me?" She scooted to the side of the chair, making room for the Drifter.

  He grinned, sitting beside her and pulling the blanket over himself as well.

  They sat together in silence, not sure how much time had passed, simply enjoying the company of one another.

  "I almost feel as if I could fall asleep." Eris told the Drifter eventually. "But I'm sure the feeling will fade once I get up to go to bed."

  "Then don't get up. Just close your eyes," The Drifter said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on her temple. "I'll keep you warm." He winked.

  Eris's lips quirked up in a small and faint smile as she leaned her head against the Drifter's shoulder, closing her eyes and trusting herself to him.

  "Thank you, Germaine..." she said as she drifted off to sleep.

[deckofflora]

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