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[jaggedlittleteacup]

Three Acts

Note: Fuck it, I’m just going to post this now. @call-me-moo.

Act Three

I dial Mary’s number on my dying mobile. “Do c...come in. It’s a little cramped…I must warn you.”

I’m sitting on a rickety old chair in an abandoned building. No, not even a building- a mere façade.

Just like Mary.

I shake away the thought and concentrate. I don’t have long before I start bleeding through the stitches. Every passing minute is crucial to both the plan and my survival.

I’ve already gotten through the bulk of the phone call with Mary. It’s mostly filler to keep her from storming inside and shooting me on sight, and it’s working so far.

Like scenes from a play...

She’ll be coming inside soon, judging from her initial distance from the building. It won’t be long now.

I can hear her breathing quicken over the line as my question grows more and more personal. “What do you want, Sherlock?” she growls, her voice lower than I’ve ever heard it.

“Mary Morstan...stillborn in 1972. Thought it’d be...a-awfully clever, taking her name like that,” I say softly, clutching my chest with my free hand. “It’s why you don’t have any...f-friends from before...then.”

Common enough tactic.

Mary’s sharp laugh rings out. “You don’t sound very well, Sherlock. Perhaps we should get you to a hospital.” Her voice lowers. “Or a morgue.”

“How...how good of a shot are you?” I ask, biding my time with the questions. I need to stall. Answers can come later, hopefully with John’s assistance.

Even so…

I need to know.

I can almost hear her smirk from the other side of the line. “How badly do you want to find out? I’d be more than happy to demonstrate. I can see you’re right in front of me, it would only take a single pull of the-“

“If you’re such a good shot…” I take a few shaky breaths and continue to interrupt her, “…th-then...demonstrate. Unf-fortunately, I don’t have any l...live targets, forgive me. You’ll h-have to...settle for a coin.” I force a weak laugh that makes my stomach ache and my labouring lungs burn. “That is...i-if you can…”

The line crackles a bit on her end. “You think you can bait me, Sherlock? I thought you knew me better than that.”

Yes, Mary.

Hook, line, and sinker.

“I want to...know how good you are,” I say encouragingly. “Go on...the doctor’s wife must b-be...rather bored, by now...Because…” I gasp for a much-needed breath.

“Because what?” she snaps, frustrated, as she adjusts the leather strap of her heavy purse.

Added weight of the gun. Obviously unaccustomed to carrying it around. Is she still a good shot?

“Because...you’re a psychopath...and p-psychopaths get bored.” I groan into my coat collar in pain. At this rate, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out.

“Ha,” she scoffs. “I’ll entertain you, Sherlock. God knows you can’t have much left in you, anyway.” Mary pulls out a fifty-pence piece from her purse and holds it aloft. She glances above, gauging the height of the ceiling with a critical eye, and flips the coin in the air. In one swift move, she aims the gun and fires. A metallic clank is heard, and she smirks triumphantly.

I hang up the phone with a flourish. “Impressive,” I whisper, the faintest smile on my face visible in the flickering light.

Mary turns to look at me, clearly startled. “You’re…standing. Then who...Ah. I see. A dummy? Fairly obvious trick, don’t you think?” She slides the coin over to me with the tip of her boot.

I lean over with a grunt and pick it up, pausing only to examine it. I straighten up, the stabbing pain making it harder to stand. My breathing is growing more and more erratic, but I choose to ignore it in favour of my deductions.

Ordinary fifty-pence coin, no obvious assistive modifications. Hole where the 0.38mm bullet penetrated is precisely in the center. Fifteen-plus years in the killing business, at least. She’s a remarkable shot, I’ll give her that.

Not good enough, though.

“Impressed?” she asks, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Spectacularly...accurate sh-shot, yet you...failed to place...a kill. Sentiment, or d-did you...not want to...blow y-your cover?” It’s a risk to taunt her so openly, but unfortunately a risk I must take.

“Neither. John wasn’t supposed to come save you. The doorframe creaked fairly loudly and that alerted him. You would have died if it hadn’t been for my damn recklessness,” Mary snarls, looking more angry at herself than anyone else. “It’s not a mistake I’ll make again.”

Wait-

She raises her gun to my forehead.

-this isn’t how it’s supposed to-

I hear a click and a loud shot.

When I open my eyes again, I see Mary crumpled on the floor, her chest weakly moving up and down as blood leaks from her body, filling spaces it shouldn’t be. I can hardly breathe from the shock of seeing her so suddenly vulnerable.

“You...d-don’t...you didn’t…h-have a...g-gun…” she chokes out. “H-how…?”

“Sorry,” I hear a bitter voice behind her say, and suddenly John is standing there, his gun pointed straight ahead, and it all makes sense. “Not that obvious a trick.”

“John- b-but-“ I stutter out, my mouth moving, but hardly any noise coming out.

How…how did he…?

Mary groans loudly, and I move to ask him again, thinking perhaps he didn’t hear me.

“J-John…”

“You. You don’t get to speak,” John hisses, before leaning down to Mary’s side. “Mary, I can still…”

“N-no…” she says softly, obviously straining to sit up. “It’s...t-too late, John. I...I suppose...n-now I know how...Sh-Sherlock f-felt...Ah-!” She cries out in anguish and lifts a shaking hand to John’s face.

He doesn’t push her hand away. “You’re a pathetic liar, Mary. You lied to me, you shot my best friend, you- you-“ He’s practically hyperventilating with anger now, each breath harder than the next. “You killed our baby.”

Mary is eerily silent for a moment, but she nods eventually. “I d-did...John...Will...w-will it matter...i-if I say...I-I’m sorry…?”

“No,” he says honestly. His face is more pained than I have ever seen, contorted with unspoken rage and agony. “You’ve destroyed it all, Mary. I will never forgive you.”

“P-please…” she begs, clinging onto his collar with an almost frightening desperation. “I c-can’t go...n-not like this...J-John…”

“You should have thought about that…” John swallows back a sob, “...before you shot Sherlock.”

Tears stream down her pale, stricken face. “I th-think I l-loved you...o-once...d-did you ever...l-love me...J-John…?”

“Once,” he says softly, closing his eyes for a moment. “Not anymore. Not since Sherlock came back, I think.”

I’m silent.

What could I possibly say…?

Her face grows sadder, if that’s possible. “I...c-could never...c-compare...not t-to…him…”

“I’m not gay,” he says with a weak smile, forcing a small chuckle.

“A-and...I’m...n-not an...a-assassin…” she gasps out with a laugh, pulling harder on his coat. “I...w-would have...n-never really...k-killed you, y-you know…?”

His face is grim. “I don’t know that, Mary. Because I don’t know you at all. I- I bet...I bet your name isn’t even Mary.”

“It’s n-not,” she admits, her grip beginning to fail. “Th-that- ...wh-what I just s-said…- was a lie...I w-would have…” she coughs out, dark blood trickling from the corners of her pink lips. “I w-would h-have...I w-would...b-because I’m s-selfish…”

He nods. “I didn’t believe you, anyway.”

“I e-even...w-wanted...R-Rosamund…” Mary’s trembling hand slips from his jacket.

“Mary…”

“R-Rosamund...f-far better...th-than...Sh-Sher...Sherlock…” Her breath hitches on my name, and her face tightens with the effort. “G-goodbye...b-both of you…”

“Mary,” John breathes. “D...don’t…”

“G-go b-back to B-Baker S-Street...J-John...And Sh-Sherlock…?” She turns her head slightly to look at me. “I-I’m...s-sorry…T-take c-care...of...J...John…”

Her eyes go glassy and dull as she quietly exhales for the last time. John looks numb as uses two fingers to gently push her eyelids shut. Pressing a final kiss to her clammy forehead, he abruptly stands up and snaps his fingers. “Sherlock. Let’s go,” he says, his tone deathly quiet and clipped.

“J-John…”

“I said...let’s go. There’s nothing left for us here.”

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. I’ve waited too long. I should have called someone. I should have called the hospital. I can almost hear John scolding me already- ‘Why do you never call the police?’

My vision goes blurry as my legs fail me. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, but then again…this night has been full of surprises. Nothing short of dangerous encounters and yet another miraculous deus-ex-machina from John Watson.

Not dead. Not yet.

“Amb- ambulance…” I whisper hoarsely, before collapsing on the floor next to Mary’s cold, limp, unmoving body.

John rushes towards me, and I get a glimpse of her pale face as my eyes flutter shut. Her lips are slightly parted, almost upturned. She seems to be finally at rest. She doesn’t deserve it, but I don’t think I could think of a better way for her to exit this world. A brutal display of karma…

…And yet…

I feel my flat expression become a weak smile.

She looks...so peaceful...almost like she’s sleeping…

The End (?)

~

Act One linked below:

https://benaddicted-linfanuel.tumblr.com/post/656892650818011136/three-acts

Act Two linked below:

https://benaddicted-linfanuel.tumblr.com/post/656968775195934720/three-acts

Epilogue linked below:

https://benaddicted-linfanuel.tumblr.com/post/657054522939686912/three-acts

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

Reader being friends with Eskel and late one night they're chilling or w/e and they confess that they like him but like. Fully expecting him to not feel the same and really nervous about ruining the friendship? But eskel likes them too, just didn't want to mess things up as well and it's just really soft???

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Eskel x Reader Word Count: 1,851 Rating: G a/n: Part II. It has been 84 years since I wrote a kiss but I hope you like it xo

            It took three weeks to find him after you’d healed.

            You woke in a room you did not know and had thought for a moment you were taken captive. When Yennefer entered the room and welcomed you to Kaer Morhen, and consciousness, she acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world to wake up in the notorious home of the witchers. Then again, for her it probably was.

            She didn’t answer half of your questions and what she did share you’d assumed. Eskel had brought you and immediately called for her (“Rather impatiently,” she’d sniffed as she said it, though there was a note of respect in her voice.). After Yennefer arrived and you’d been declared stable, he’d left. She didn’t know where and she didn’t know why or if he would be returning. She refused to let you leave until all that was left of your injury was a pale, puckered scar and the warning that it may ache as the seasons changed.

            “Be careful with that one,” she said to you, a final piece of parting advice, “At the best of times a witcher is hard to pin down. Eskel was not at his best when he left here.”

            “You worry about your witcher and I’ll worry about mine,” you’d said coolly, the truth of her words as chilling as the early morning air. You began your trek, focused on the task ahead, but her final words chased after you and echoed in your head long after you’d left the grounds.

            “Is he your witcher, though?”

-----

            Eskel absentmindedly scratched the goat’s scruffy chin as his mind replayed memories he had long since given up repressing. The harder he tried to forget the brilliant red of your blood on his hands or the grey tinge to your skin when he laid you on his bed, the more strongly they returned. His new plan was to surrender to it as he had so many other painful memories that haunted him. He knew it was cowardly to leave but he hadn’t been able to make himself stay. It was a poor excuse but he didn’t have a better on to offer. People praised the witchers for their strength and courage but what was a monster to the loss he’d nearly suffered? The goat wriggled off of his lap and bounded away and Eskel rose quickly to go after it lest it was trying to fight another of its kind. He’d gotten as far as his knees when he froze.

            He’d grown used to seeing you in unexpected places. Moments before your near death and after, but never like this. Never with this expression on your face, half-joy and half-fear. You’d never looked afraid of him before. He stayed in place and watched as you moved closer. This could be witchcraft, he knew, but before long it was too late to fight it as you stood in front of him and when your hand tentatively reached out and touched his face as it had in what felt like another lifetime, he didn’t care.

            “You’re a real bastard,” you said, though your tone of voice lost all of its bite as soon as they left your lips. You had begun to give up hope that you’d find him, and filled with a deep dread that when you did he simply wouldn’t care. Your fingers moved to his lips, softer than you’d expected, and then pulled away.

            “Well?” you demanded.

            “Are you really here?” he asked, a note of awe in his voice.

            “Don’t be so surprised, Eskel, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” you said, falling back on sarcasm as the reunion you’d imagined began to dissolve. You weren’t sure what you’d expected. After all, he’d left of his own accord. And he hadn’t asked you to find him.

            “I thought you might be,” he confessed, “I dreamt it a hundred times. Thought maybe Yennefer had been mistaken and you’d come for me one day.”

            You opened your mouth to make a joke about coming for him, more out of discomfort at the strangely vulnerable look in his eyes than any genuine desire you felt at that moment, but before you could speak he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. His head pressed into your stomach and you rested your arms around his shoulders. One hand slid into the coarse, brown hair, brushing it out of his face as he wordlessly embraced you. When he finally looked back up at you there were tears shining in his golden eyes.

            “Eskel…,” you began, feeling slightly ridiculous for being so nervous but also knowing better than most that there were no guarantees in this world. Men didn’t usually drop to their knees and cry over people they felt nothing for, but witchers were not men. And Eskel was not like most witchers. He watched you expectantly, arms falling to gently rest against the backs of your calves as if he couldn’t quite force himself to stop touching you until you asked.

            “Y/N?” he prodded gently after he couldn’t take the silence anymore. You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. Yennefer had asked a question and you needed an answer.

            “Well, when a person nearly dies it makes them think about things. I mean, you probably know, you’ve nearly died a thousand more times than I have…”

            His eyes grew sorrowful and he hung his head, forehead brushing against your belt.

            “I should have moved quicker,” he said, saying aloud the words he’d been chasing in his mind since you’d been struck down, “I should have seen it coming.”

            “Eskel we’ve gone over this, it wasn’t your fault. It’s a natural part of hunting, sometimes people die. Anyway what I meant to say was –”

            “I shouldn’t have let you come,” he said, turning his head back up to look at you, a determined expression you didn’t like settling into his features.

            “I get to make those decisions myself thank you but what I was going to say-”

            “I promised myself I wouldn’t let another get hurt due to my carelessness. I won’t break it again. We’ll find you someplace to be, someplace safer, I’ll talk to Ves-”

            You clasped a hand over his mouth and though he could have easily brushed it aside, he fell silent. The amber eyes looked up into yours, waiting for condemnation or instruction.

            “I am trying to say that I love you,” you said, enunciating each word clearly because you knew you wouldn’t be able to repeat them if he asked. Your heart pounded loudly in your chest as you watched the words sink in, the expectant shifting to curious. The brow furrow and slacken as realization dawned on him, and for a moment he were gazed up at you as if waiting for a caveat. You slowly released your hand from his mouth but still he was speechless.

            “Eskel?”

            “Hmm.”

            Your arms slackened and you forced your spine straight though your body wanted nothing more than to crumple in on itself.

            “I value your friendship and if I’ve ruined it I would never forgive myself but obviously you don’t have any obligations and gods please don’t try to let me down gently or go along with anything because of some misplaced sense of guilt because I would rather look at Roach the wrong way in Geralt’s presence than make you feel… burdened with my love or whatever we want to call it we don’t have to call it love we don’t have to call it anything in fact we can just-”

            He pressed one finger softly against your lips and you fought the sudden urge to slide it into your mouth. His mouth quirked into a smile and you saw a glint in his eyes as he shook his head. Amusement, and something more. Something that gave you hope.

            “So many words, pretty girl,” he murmured, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb, “There are so many words for what I feel. But right now I’d just like to kiss you, by your leave.”

            He felt your heart skip a beat but he waited for your answer, given in a series of surprised blinks and then an eager head nod.

            Eskel had thought long and hard about the many different ways your first kiss may go. He’d imagined them brusque and passion driven or soft and practically chaste or even accidental, lips brushing at a glance and then going back for more at the recognition of how right it felt for them to be together. He closed his eyes and tilted his face up in one fluid motion, lips finding yours instinctively. Your lips were chapped from the journey and cold from the evening air and a goat bleated indignantly in the background and it was perfect. His arms wrapped back up around your waist as your hands clasped his face. He didn’t wince as your fingers ran against his scar or when your tongue brushed up against a rough, sword-hewn edge of his mouth. He let you in, yielding to you with a soft sigh that you swallowed, rolling it into a moan as you moved your body even closer. He pulled back, placing a quick kiss on your nose as he did before pressing his forehead against yours. His hair fell into his face and you reached up and tenderly brushed it back, tracing the strong contours of his jaw and cheekbone and chin.

            “I lo- I have loved you, Y/N,” he breathed the words, a final submission.

            “How long?” you asked, the warmth of the words sinking deep into your bones and filling you with a soft, radiant happiness unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

            “I don’t know,” he admitted with a shy smile, “The day I met you? When you made Lil’ Bleater a flower crown to match your own at the festival? Every time you scowled at me when I tried to shrug off your healing? I love you in so many ways it feels as natural as the tides, building and growing but never truly more or less. Just in different forms. The only constant I have for you is my love. I hope that’s enough. I hope I…”

            His words trailed off but you saw their meaning in his amber eyes.

            “It’s everything,” you answered, “You’re everything.”

            The tears that came unbidden to his eyes were happy but you brushed them away just as tenderly as any other and when he kissed you again he pulled you down to the ground next to him, eager to give as much of himself as you wished to take.

-----

Yennefer was woken by the sound of insistent cooing. She rolled over to face it, gently extracting Geralt’s arm from her side to reach out to the pigeon that had alighted on the window. As soon as she loosed the note from its leg, it jutted away again. Cautiously she unrolled the tiny piece of parchment and smiled at its contents.

            Yes.

[onyxiana-is-obsessed]

p-please could you please please make a part two of tamaki x reader soul mate au? it was so sweet and made me so happy and comforted me so much... i understand if not!! just wanted to ask you and congratulate your wonerful work, reading it meant the world to me 💞

I LOVE YOU! You’re so freakin sweet, thank you!!!! Originally, I wasn’t going to make a part 2 because I didn’t know what to do, but you’re lovely words just… I had to! Now, like I said, I didn’t really know what to do so this thing’s pretty much all over the place and it doesn’t really make sense, but the general idea is that you’re seeing your relationship progress. Honestly, I’ve already taken so long with this! So! I hope you like this one Anon!Length: 1.7k

Part 1! Part 3!

Your Name: (y/f/n)

Quirk: (y/q)

Age: 19

It had been a little over a year since you and Tamaki found out you were soulmates. He had graduated and was now Fat Gum’s sidekick and although he was extremely busy, he did his best to find time to spend with you. He always left you little cute messages on your wrist in the morning, something cute and short. Every single time, the messages brought a smile to your face. They were a great way to start the day.

Tamaki always talked to you on the days he was stuck doing paperwork. He couldn’t as much during patrols since his hero costume covered his arms, however. Your conversations were always so cute and random, for example, the other day when you were at work, you felt a tingling sensation on your wrist. When you looked down, you almost burst out laughing in the absolutely silent room.

Butter is food lotion

You needed to go to the bathroom and for the next thirty minutes, proceeded to laugh until you were in tears. After the half-hour “break”, you responded by asking what brought that on.

Coworker gave me lotion that smelled like berries but it looked like butter. Wondered what would happen if I used butter instead and then realized butter is food lotion

I love you so much, Tamaki. You know that?

I love you too, bunny

**

When you two got home, you’d often text or talk on the phone. On the days he was free, he’d invite you out or you’d go to each other’s places. It didn’t take long for Tamaki to miss you so much that he asked you to move in. 

He later admitted that it took two and a half weeks of courage-building for him to ask you. You found it adorable and you loved your new life. However, one thing you missed was how little you both used your soulmate connection. Now that you lived with each other, you didn’t need to as much. Sure, when he was at work he still wrote to you sometimes, but that was it. You also no longer received those little messages in the morning since he’d just kiss you on the cheek instead before leaving for work.

“You know,” you started one night during dinner. “I miss those little messages you used to write to me before I woke up. They were always so special and cute.”

“Well… I can always keep doing that. I do wake up before you.” He mentioned, taking a sip of his drink.

“Is that too much to ask?” He shook his head.

“Not at all, I always did it before, so why not now?” All you could do was smile at your boyfriend before you took another bite of your food. Tamaki was a great cook, something you’d always suspected, but hadn’t experienced till much later in your relationship.

Tamaki is undoubtedly shy, therefore, he was too scared to let you try his food, in fear of you not liking it or him messing up. However, one day, you’d been a little late to work and hadn’t been able to eat breakfast and were too busy to eat lunch. Fat Gum’s agency was only a few minutes away from your workplace and Tamaki just happened to be patrolling nearby. So, he decided to bring you the lunch that he’d prepared for himself. You were thankful and almost died and went to heaven when you took your first bite.

He almost fainted at the compliments you threw at him. It had been a while since you saw his face that red, however, he did point out that he was extremely happy you had been able to eat.

~~***~~

Tamaki got comfortable on the couch with a bowl of strawberries as he scrolled through his phone. After a few moments, he grabbed the remote and pressed play to continue watching his movie.

A couple of minutes later, he felt tingling on his wrist and pulled down his long-sleeved shirt. A gentle smile graced his features when he saw the message.

Do we need milk?

Yes, you could have texted him or called him. Or, you could’ve used your soulmate connection. Tamaki put the bowl on the coffee table before he stood up and walked to the kitchen counter, where you often kept a pen nearby. Once he’d found it, he quickly wrote down his response.

No, but we do need tomatoes and eggs

What about onions? Fish? I think we need some chicken.

Yes to onions. Also, Chicken and beef.

Tamaki returned to the couch with the bowl of strawberries on his lap and continued to respond to all of your questions until he needed to get a wipe to make more room.

~~**~~

“Hey, bunny?”

“Yes, my love?” You asked dramatically, turning to Tamaki. His cheeks were red and he seemed quite uncomfortable but he decided to keep going.

“Y-you know th-that I l-love you, right?”

“Right, what’s up?”

“I l-love you so much an-and I love every little thing a-about you. I love your smile, your eyes, your hair, your face, your cheeks, your nose… I love your laugh, your giggles, I love the way you hug me when you get super excited, I love the way you get excited over your favorite things. I love the way you glow when someone compliments you, the way you talk about your passion and hobbies. I… when I was about to turn 18, I was terrified to meet you. I was scared that you may be someone I couldn’t let along with or that maybe you were a villain. I was scared about whether you’d like me or not. I-I know soulmates fall in love at first sight, b-but no one ever said soulmates didn’t fall out of love. I-I was scared you’d th-think I wasn’t worth it… or that I wasn’t good enough,” His hands grabbed yours and his determined eyes gazed into yours.

“T-Tama-”

“Now that I think b-back to those ti-times, I wonder why I was ever scared. You’re so perfect, you know that bunny? You’re perfect for me. I love everything about you, all your flaws and everything. Those little imperfections you hate, I love those too. I’m so happy I met you.”

Your eyes were wide and your cheeks were bright red. You could feel your emotions piling due to his words. You knew Tamaki loved you, yes, but when he threw his feelings into words like that. When he explained it like that, you couldn’t help but feel so goddamn lucky. 

“I-I’m happy I met you too!” You hastily respond, tightening your grip on his hands. “I love you too!”

“(f/n)…” He gently pulled his hand away from you and grasped your left wrist. He pulled down the sleeve of his long-sleeved shirt you were wearing, making your (e/c) eyes look down. Your heart almost leaped at the words you saw on your wrist.

Will you marry me?

When did he have time to write that out?! Your eyes shot back and forth from the words on your wrist to his eyes multiple times. Finally, as if you were pulled out of your trance, you nodded.

“Y-yes! I-I- yes! Yes, yes, yes!” You exclaimed, throwing yourself at him, repeatedly kissing his face. His angelic laughter filled the room as a tear slid down his warm cheek.

“Thank god, I would’ve died if you said no.”

“I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!”

“I-I love you too! You have to get off though.” He said, his hands landing on your hips.

“Why?”

“Because I have to give you the ring.”

“Y-you g-got me a ring?”

“Of course. I proposed through our connection because I know it means a lot to you, instead of the whole get down on one knee thing.” You slid off of him, sitting on your legs while you watched him walk to the closet and reach up into the corner. Your closet had this extremely small ledge at the very top, Tamaki was tall enough to reach it, but you weren’t. That’s where he chose to hide the ring. He grabbed the small, velvety, black box and returned to you on the bed.

He slowly opened it and let you take the box to look at the beautiful ring inside, (insert description of your ring). He slid it out of the box and took a hold of your left hand, letting it slide onto your ring finger.

“Perfect fit,” You whispered, gazing down at it. Finally, your eyes returned to meet his indigo ones. “I love you so much, Tamaki.” You pressed your lips against his in a short but sweet kiss.

“I love you too, bunny.”

***

“Mr. Amajiki!” You exclaimed as you entered your bedroom with your hands on your hips. Tamaki turned to you with a gentle smile on his face.

“Yes, Mr./Mrs. Amajiki?”

“Have you eaten?” His smile fell instantly and he leaned back in the chair a little as your eyes glared at him.

“W-well, y-y-you s-see, I-I go-got busy wi-with this p-paperwork an-an-”

“Excuses!” You interrupted, crossing your arms. “Eat, right now.”

“I will, bunny, I-I just need to finish this.” He murmured as he turned back to the paperwork that came with him being a hero. You walked up to him and placed your hands on his shoulders before sighing.

“Well, Suneater. You think you can go about a week without kisses?” His head turned and his eyes widened immediately.

“Wh-what?!”

“Maybe two weeks?” He shot up from his chair, making you back up. His face had a look of horror, almost as if you’d collapsed in front of him.

“Wh-why?! P-please do-don’t!”

“Well, you won’t eat. There’s gotta be a punishment if you’re gonna neglect your body like this.” His look of horror melted into a rather adorable pout.

“Bunny…”

“Eat and I’ll revoke the punishment. Plus! You need a break, you’ve been up here for almost three hours now.” He gently took your face in his hands and gazed at you lovingly. His thumbs slid across your cheeks as he studied every inch of your visage. 

“Ok, bunny. I’ll go eat.” He pressed his lips against your forehead, before letting go and walking ahead to go downstairs to the kitchen. You quickly grabbed a pen and wrote something on your wrist before following after him.

You saw him stop at the bottom of the steps and turned to with a bright smile. One that made your heart soar and your cheeks turn red. Your soulmate connection was extremely important to the two of you. Most people didn’t really use theirs after meeting each other but you two weren’t like that. You’d always find a way to use it somehow and this time was no different.

“I love you too, bunny.” 

[my-creative-hell]

Outed (Gender swap au)

The coffee shop is full of life as Grave and Daniel sip on their drinks quietly, Daniel’s cold and sweet tea comforting to him as he watches the people around them.

“Ah yes, legal liquid crack. My favourite.” Grave jokes, observing his own drink of pure caffeine and heart attacks before him in pride.

“I don’t know how you haven’t died yet when you drink that shit.” Daniel snorts, amused as he watches Grave.

“I dunno either! Maybe one day it will, but I’m only here for a good time, not a long one.” Grave laments, thinking it over as he swills his coffee around.

“Well that would suck, considering I quite enjoy having you around.” Smiling, Daniel’s words are kind as Grave looks to him, his face flushing.

“You do?” He questions, slightly surprised by Daniel’s fondness towards him as he too blushes.

“Yeah, course I do. You’re really cool and nice.” Daniel explains, shifting his gaze away from Grave to save face.

“You cant say that, I’m way too soft and I w i l l cry… but good.” Grave squeaks as he responds, though he appreciates the sincere sentiment.

Laughing quietly, Daniel sips on his drink as his phone goes off, the screen lighting up momentarily.

“Tis a p e r s o n.” Grave explains, leaning his head on the table comfortably as he speaks, glowing dimly.

“Its just my uncle texting me, asking how I am.” Daniel explains, answering the text before putting his phone away in his bag.

“Cool!!!” Grave smiles, reaching his hand out and wiggling his fingers expectantly. “Give me h a n d. please.” He requests.

“Is there anything you wanna look for while we’re here?” Daniel questions, face flushing slightly as he gives Grave his hand as requested.

“Stuff with frogs and worms on it! I love them a whole lot and they’re amazing.” Grave explains after thinking about it.

“They are super cool. Maybe one of the novelty shops have some stuff?” Daniel explains, smiling as he watches Grave’s excitement.

“Fuck yeah!!!” Grave exclaims, bouncing in his seat excitedly, making Daniel snort as he finishes his drink.

“I saw one that looks promising.” He continues, watching as Grave lights up, tapping on the table.

“Where’d you see it?” He questions, smiling as he locks his gaze onto Daniel intently, wanting the answer.

“Not too far outside the coffee shop, looked pretty cool.” Daniel explains, smiling in amusement.

“Can we go now?” Grave requests, trying to stop tapping his feet as he glows in anticipation.

“Sure, if you’re done in here we can.” Daniel nods, holding in his laughter at Grave’s excitement.

Chugging down the rest of his coffee concoction, Grave drags a giggling Daniel out of the coffee shop, following his direction as he points out the store for him.

Grave pulls him inside the store quickly, trying to cease his glowing as they come in the presence of other people.

“I can see some frog stuff over there!” Following closely behind Grave, Daniel points out the section for him, able to hear Grave gap as he rushes towards the section, buzzing excitedly. Following behind him, Daniel looks around as Grave picks up a small frog toy.

“F r o g.” He squeaks happily as she holds onto it, his voice quivering in excitement as Daniel smiles.

“He’s cute.” He agrees, looking at the chubby cheeked frog Grave holds oh so delicately in his hands.

“Yes he is!!!” Grave exclaims, gently placing the frog on Daniel’s head. “You are just like frog now.” He remarks.

“Well I don’t mind that.” Daniel giggles softly, his cheeks dusted red as he looks at Grave.

“You’re the best frog. Like… the God of Frogs or something else cool.” Grave continues, smiling as he holds onto Daniel’s hand, watching him look away as he blushes, body stopping as he spots something in the store.

“You okay?” Grave questions, feeling concerned as he glows softly in confusion, following Daniel with his eyes.

“Holy shit…” Nodding, Daniel moves from his place in the store, wandering over to one of the many glass display cases around them.

“What is it?” Following closely behind, Grave peeps from behind Daniel, able to see the orb like space necklace he seems to be looking at, which is shifting and changing in the light.

“Do you want me to buy it for you?” Grave questions, smiling as he hangs behind Daniel, watching him jump slightly.

“Huh? Oh, no, sorry I was just distracted.” He explains, laughing quietly. “That’s way too expensive for anyone to buy.” He continues.

“But I can buy it for you and also I w a n t to.” Grave explains, fiddling with his hands happily.

“No, I-I’d feel bad if you wasted all that money on me.” Daniel protests, blushing profusely as he argues.

“Its not a waste, I wanna do this for you! Like a whole lot!!!” Grave pushes back, frowning slightly as he watches Daniel blush more, turning bright red.

“A-Are you sure?” He questions, peeking at Grave nervously, aware of the obvious burning cheeks on his face.

“I’m very very sure!!!” Reassuring him, Grave bounces excitedly as Daniel turns to face him, allowing him to see his flushed face better.

“I-If you’re sure I guess I cant stop you…” He agrees softly, drifting his eyes down to look at the floor as his stomach churns, butterflies filling it as Grave watches him.

“Good!!!” Picking up the necklace out of the display case carefully, Grave turns to face Daniel. “Is there anything else you’d like?” He questions.

“I-I’m okay, but thank you. I do appreciate it.” Daniel explains, his sentiment sounding sincere as he speaks, looking down at the floor.

“You sure?” Feeling concern bubble inside of him, Grave tries to clarify, watching Daniel nod.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He reassures him, peeking at Grave to flash him a gentle smile in encouragement.

“Mmm f i n e.” Giggling, Grave relents, looking around the rest of the store as Daniel wanders around, looking at various trinket like objects scattered around the shelves and display cases.

Glowing softly, Grave looks around, noticing some space themes pride pins as Daniel moves around, looking at some of the soft plushies displayed around the store.

Making sure Daniel cant see him, Grave grabs some of the pins for him, hiding them until he can buy them as Daniel looks out of the windows of the store, people watching quietly.

“You ready?” Grave questions, buying the pins quickly and inconspicuously, hiding them in his hoodie pocket.

“Yeah I’m ready if you are.” Daniel explains, nodding as he turns to smile at Grave sweetly.

“S o n i c.” Grave wiggles, running out of the store as Daniel giggles, following him out happily.

“Gotta go fast.” He continues, holding in his laughter as he watches Grave stop running to talk to him.

“Speed is k e y, if you don’t speed you become…” Trailing off, Grave thinks about his words. “Weed.” He eventually continues.

“That’s so dumb.” Laughing quietly, Daniel follows Grave through the mall and the dispersing crowds of people.

“I know, but if it makes you laugh, I’ll keep doing it!!!” Grave explains, feeling his heart flutter.

“Thanks, that’s super nice.” Smiling, Daniel tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he walks, feeling his face warm up.

“Well of course, you deserve nice things all the time!” Grave explains, glowing softly as Daniel blushes, looking away from him and into the crowd of people, seemingly able to see something.

“Is there d o g?” Grave questions, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he look at Daniel. Shaking his head, Daniel looks down at the floor nervously as Grave spots two girls walking towards them.

“And just like that we are l e a v i n g.” Grave speaks bluntly, grabbing Daniels hand gently as he starts to walk them both in another direction, not wanting to know what was going to happen.

“Rose?” The voice of one of the girls rings out as Daniel follows Grave silently, looking down at the floor as he walks.

“Its God, bitch!” Grave exclaims, walking away faster as he glows softly, dragging Daniel with him.

“Hey it is you!” One of the girls runs to catch up with them, grabbing onto Daniel’s arm gently.

“Let go of him. Now.” Grave warns, turning to face the girl with anger behind his eyes, glowing brighter.

“Him? Rose, don’t tell me you’re still pretending to be a man…” The girl frowns, looking up at Daniel as she continues to hold onto his arm.

Sighing, Grave lands a solid punch into the girls face, already done with her as she reels backwards from the blow.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She yells, Daniel flinching at the volume as she gets angry at Grave.

“I should be asking you that question, dumbass.” Grave insults her, quickly punching her again as his anger continues to rise, his blood boiling.

“Hey, what the hell is up? I’m her friend, and you attack me?” The girl questions Grave, pulling Daniel towards her as he is far too stressed to resist.

“You’re c l e a r l y not his friend if you keep misgendering him.” Grave explains, glowing angrily as the girl scoffs.

“She’s not a boy, she’s just mentally unstable and she needs help.” The girl continues to defend her actions, gripping onto Daniel’s arm harder in response.

“I-I’m sorry… the fuck did you just say?” Grave questions, a sickening smile appearing on his face as he pulls a knife out of his pocket, growing tired of the conversation.

“You’re poisoning her, making her believe she’s a guy. She’s going to go to hell because of you!” The girl snarls, Daniel yelping quietly as she tightens her grip on his arm.

“Just shut the fuck up. Please, I really don’t wanna hear your bullshit.” Grave goes further, easily sliding the knife into the girls flesh as Daniel shakes, taking off running away from the situation.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” The girl screams, backing away from Grave in fear and anger, eyes wild and wide open.

“I am s t i l l waiting for you to answer that question but you haven’t, so…” Grave frowns as he hears Daniel run away in the distance, though he refocuses on the girl as she backs away from him more.

“I’m not the one who just stabbed someone!” She argues, though she sounds more nervous and afraid as she does.

“Well you’re a stupid fuckin transphobe, so what e l s e do you think I’d do?” Grave questions, slicing her again with the knife, watching as she falls onto the floor.

“You’re a monster…” She snarls out, curling up in pain as Grave gets closer to her, seemingly not caring about the danger she is in.

“How the fuck am I the monster? You misgendered my friend and I did the reasonable thing which was stab the shit out of you!” Grave explains, kneeling down beside her as she watches the girl in confusion.

“Her parents understood she was a freak, that’s why they messed her up like they did. You’re just allowing her to go to hell.” The girls voice turns sour as a cold laugh escapes from her mouth, sounding lifeless and empty.

“Oh my g o d, shut the fuck up! Its literally not that hard to do.” Rolling his eyes, Grave stabs the girl again, watching her fall back more.

“Good luck finding her, she might be gone already.” She explains, laughing weakly as her eyes roll backwards in her head, passing out on the floor in front of Grave.

“Suck my ass!” Flipping her off, Grave slides the knife back into his pocket as he takes off running, trying to find Daniel in the mall. But as he moves, he cant find Daniel’s form anywhere in the crowds and people filing into the mall, making him worry and panic for his safety.

Frowning, Grave pulls out his phone, thinking over the situation as he dials the number for Daniel’s uncle, walking around idly while it rings.

“Hey Grave, you alright?” Daniel’s uncle, Robert’s voice floods through the phone as he answers, sounding warm and comforting to Grave’s ears as he worries.

“I-I’m fine, but I’ve got a question. How do you help someone with bad gender feels?” Grave questions, tapping his feet anxiously against the floor as Robert sighs, realising the situation quickly.

“Oh boy… alright. Um, with Daniel, if he’s not with you, look in the non-gendered bathroom stalls, he’ll be in there. make sure he can breathe okay and he’ll probably want a hug. If he’s feeling… bad, any baggy clothing that’ll hide his shapes will help him when he has to go back outside.” Rob explains quietly, walking Grave through it.

“O-Okay, thanks…” Grave smiles in gratitude as he starts running again, able to see a locked single stall in front of him in the mall, seemingly non-gendered.

Feeling worried, Grave gently knocks on the door, able to hear panicked breathing coming from behind it from who he could only assume to be Daniel.

Frowning, Grave clips himself through the door to the bathroom, able to see Daniel curled up in the corner, making him glow in concern as he notices the vicious shaking Daniel is doing, clearly panicked.

Sitting down beside Daniel, Grave makes sure to give him plenty of space as Daniel peeks from his position, relaxing ever so slightly as he see’s Grave in the room with him.

Cracking a small smile, Grave taps his feet against the floor, still feeling concerned but pushing it aside, focusing on Daniel. Calming down more, Daniel raises his head from his knees, allowing Grave to see his tired expression.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” Grave questions, thinking through the situation as Daniel nods, his shaking slowing down as Grave grounds him.

Pulling him in for a hug, Grave runs his fingers gently through Daniel’s hair as he leans into him, calming down more despite his breathing remaining slightly raspy sounding.

“…She sucked.” Grave comments, poking Daniel’s nose affectionately as he worries, feeling Daniel nod as he leans into him more, sighing softly.

“Um… how’s your breathing?” Grave questions, tapping his feet against the floor as he strokes Daniel’s hair.

“Not great… should take it off, but…” Daniel admits, trailing off as he sighs quietly, feeling drained.

“Here, you can wear this.” Grave offers, pulling off his large hoodie and handing it to Daniel gently, feeling concerned.

“I… have to take off my binder.” Daniel explains, looking nervous as he shifts his eyes to the floor.

“That’s fine!” Covering his eyes, Grave turns away from Daniel, wiggling as he hears him shuffling, removing his binder underneath his shirt, covering himself up in Grave’s large and very baggy hoodie.

“Can I look?” Grave questions, wanting to be certain Daniel was decent before uncovering his eyes.

“Y-Yeah…” Daniel confirms, voice quiet, feeling uncomfortable at the feeling the lack of a binder gave his chest.

“Its y o u!!!” Turning around, Grave smiles as he see’s Daniel, glowing softly in happiness. Returning the smile, Daniel curls up slightly, wanting to hide his chest from view more.

“So… do you wanna leave or stay in here and smort crack like your life depends on it?” Grave jokes, trying to cheer Daniel up.

“Can’t stay in here…” Daniel explains, sniffling quietly as he leans into Grave gently, seeking comfort and warmth.

“Okay… do you want me to carry you?” Grave questions, pulling Daniel close as he tries to comfort him.

“I… you don’t think its weird?” Daniel asks, still shaking gently as the panic wears off.

“Of course not! Its normal and also I really wanna hug you and not let go for a long time right now b u t we cant hug and walk.” Grave explains, shaking his head.

“I think I’ll only pass out if I try and walk.” Daniel admits, blushing softly as he leans into Grave.

“That sounds like it sucks!” Grave comments, picking Daniel up carefully as he stands, holding him close.

“Kinda does.” Daniel agrees, huddling into Grave comfortably, hiding his red face from view as he starts to feel better.

“I hope you feel better soon…” Grave comments, smiling as he carries Daniel out of the bathroom.

“You make me feel better.” Daniel explains, a small and delicate smile spreading on his face.

“I do?” Blushing, Grave looks down at Daniel, keeping his voice quiet as he walks, watching Daniel nod in response.

“Mhm… don’t know what I’d do without you here.” He continues, his face dusted in a warm blush.

“Why are you so damn n i c e to me?” Grave questions, feeling flustered as his heart beats happily in his chest.

“You’re nice to me… even after finding out the truth.” Daniel explains, humming quietly as he hides in Grave more.

“Why would I stop being nice to you because of that?” Feeling confused, Grave glows softly.

“Cause I lied… I didn’t tell you about it.” Daniel explains, his form shrinking into Grave.

“That’s fine, you didn’t have to tell me.” Grave reassures him, running his fingers through Daniel’s hair softly.

“You don’t think its wrong? Like she did…” Daniel questions, leaning into the touch appreciatively.

“No, not at all. Its stupid to think that it’s wrong.” Grave explains, frowning as he speaks.

“Thanks… for sticking up for me and helping. You don’t have to.” Daniel speaks quietly as he clings onto Grave, feeling safe.

“You’re welcome… also I do have to help you.” Grave explains, poking his nose gently as he smiles.

“Why do you have to?” Scrunching his face in confusion, Daniel looks yup at Grave in questioning.

“Because… I am a large home of sexual.” Grave explains, looking away as his heart pounds in his chest, Daniel looking confused at his words.

“Its cuz I kinda really wanna kiss your face… a lot…” Grave continues, hiding his face as he thinks through his words, Daniel freezing up in his arms as he realises what he means, going bright red in response.

“You okay?” Grave questions, feeling slightly worried by that response, though Daniel nods, his face burning as he hides away in Grave.

“Can I kiss you?” Grave questions quietly, smiling gently as his own face flushes red, mind filling with thoughts.

Glowing softly, Grave leans down, kissing Daniel gently, the action filled with affection and love, making Daniel squeak in surprise and joy as he hides in Grave more.

“That’s c u t e!!!” Grave exclaims, giggling as Daniel hides in him, feeling flustered and overwhelmed.

“Aw, I wanna see your face!” Grave complains, pouting sadly as he watches Daniel burrow into him.

“I’ll come out when we’re home…” Daniel explains, whining softly as he hides from Grave’s view.

“But that’s gonna take a million y e a r s!!!” Grave exaggerates, frowning as Daniel shakes his head in response, feeling too flustered to face him.

“Oh f i n e.” Grave relents, starting to walk faster on his way home, wanting to get there as fast as possible as Daniel cuddles up closer to him, wanting to get comfortable.

Leaving the mall, Grave runs faster, wanting to get home quickly, able to feel Daniel curling into him gently.

“We’re almost h o m e!!!!” Grave exclaims, glowing excitedly as Daniel nods, squeaking softly in acknowledgement.

“We here!!!!” Reaching his home, Grave clips through the door easily, wiggling in excitement.

“That’s good…” His voice quiet, Daniel peeks out from his hiding spot in Grave’s chest, peering up at him.

“Its y o u!” Grave smiles, sitting down on the couch as he litters Daniel’s face in kisses, able to feel it warm up as Daniel blushes, hugging Grave gently in response.

“You babey…” Grave comments, hugging Daniel back as he hums softly, snuggling into Grave gently.

“Today was f u n, wasn’t it?” Grave questions, the sarcasm dripping off of his voice as Daniel nods.

“Yup… still feel like I’m gonna pass out.” He admits, laughing tiredly as he clings onto Grave.

“At least you wont pass out alone, that would suck.” Grave counters, smiling as he gently runs his hand through Daniel’s hair.

“Thanks for being with me…” Daniel speaks quietly, smiling as he leans into Grave, feeling comfortable.

“You’re welcome…” Grave reassures him, closing his eyes as they both grow comfortable, a large smile stretching onto Daniel’s face as he nuzzles into him.

“Guess what?” Grave questions, feeling slightly sleepy as he snuggles with Daniel on the couch.

“What?” Daniel responds quietly, curling up as he grows more comfortable, feeling safe with Grave.

“I love you!!!” Grave exclaims, smiling as Daniel flushes bright red hiding his face in Grave’s shoulder gently.

“I-I love you too.” He admits quietly, able to hear the excited thrumming of his heart inside his chest.

“I love you so frickin much that I’d literally die for you if it was necessary, or eat a raw potato with hair on it.” Grave continues.

“Don’t do either of those things…” Daniel argues, giggling as he feels himself growing sleepy.

“Mmm… okay fine, I wont.” Grave relents, smiling as he grows more tired himself alongside Daniel.

“That’s good…” Daniel agrees, snuggling into Grave as he gets pulled closer towards sleep, feeling comfortable and safe.

Giving Daniel one last gentle kiss, Grave allows himself to drift to sleep, Daniel following closely behind as he holds onto him gently.

[custospericulo]

couldn’t sleep || post vol 2. drabble

{☆} With a S H U D D E R, Gamora’s breath was visible in the cold cocoon that was her quarters. She always kept her quaint chambers at near F R E E Z I N G--it was easier to sleep that way. It was a belief held by her that she could always get warm when she was too C O L D, but it was much harder to cool down when she was too H O T. 

Still, as she shook out of her uneven S L E E P, she discovered a thin bead of sweat dripping down the side of her face. The baggy t-shirt that she had S N A T C H E D from the ship’s laundry clung to her body in a sweaty glaze. The room was dark, illuminated only by the few buttons and monitors. Her hand found her head, trying to cease the headache that was beginning to form behind her eyes--though when her bare leg grazed against something warm, she nearly jumped.

Glancing over, her eyes landed on M A N T I S, curled up on the side closest to the wall, with her knees tucked close to her chest. Her antennae moved slowly with each quiet B R E A T H. Gamora couldn’t remember when the empath had made her way into her quarters, but she supposed that she didn’t completely M I N D. So long as she made her way out before the others saw her leaving the A S S A S S I N’ S quarters and made their idiotic jokes and assumptions. But--she wasn’t alone. 

Drax was spread out on the floor, S N O R I N G vivaciously, his huge form moving up and down like a M O U N T A I N. What the hell was going on here? She knew that things were more than a little bit T E N S E after their battle with the Sovereign and Ego. Everyone was S H A K E N up, and understandably so. They had suffered a B L O W that no one had even dreamed P O S S I B L E. 

Gamora laid back down, but not before she caught Rocket and Groot, curled up at the foot of the bed. Rocket’s arm was around Groot, protectively--as if he could protect him even in S L U M B E R. As her head hit her pillow, she turned her face to see Peter, sweat sliding down his face and neck. Even in sleep, he looked as though he was still battled E G O. His brow was furrowed, his lips curled to the side with a silent sneer. The Zen Whoberi sighed and turned on her side, sliding his arm beneath her, and throwing her arm over his chest. Nuzzling her face against his chest, Gamora tried to return to sleep. 

It felt like it was only Y E S T E R D A Y that they gave Yondu the B U R I A L befitting him. And, it had only been a D A Y. Yondu died to S A V E him, and everyone had come to posthumously accept the Ravager as one of their O W N. Ego may have biologically conceived Peter, but it was Yondu who raised him--showed him how to adapt and G R O W. To be a good man. In turn, Yondu’s sacrifice saved Gamora. She didn’t know what she would do had Peter died. And for that, she found that she would be eternally G R A T E F U L. He was a H E R O, a G U A R D I A N--and they would all mourn his loss.

Peter turned over with a grunt, casting a hazy gaze at Gamora, though his sneer was replaced by a sleepy S M I L E. Her lips quirked up gently, patting his chest with her small hand, until it was laced with his hand.

“Gam...?”

“Yes, Peter?”

They whispered like C H I L D R E N before Christmas, trying to decipher what could be awaiting them beneath the tree. Despite the fact that there was no R E A S O N to whisper. Everyone else was D E A D asleep. Lost to their own dreams. 

“Why is your room so goddamn H O T?”

Gamora let out a quiet snort, punctuated by the loud R U M B L E S of Drax.

“Just go back to sleep, Peter. I’m H E R E.”

“...I K N O W.”

She had closed her eyes, but not before she felt the graze of his lips against her hair, soft and subtle before his breathing evened back out into slumber. They weren’t just F R I E N D S. They were F A M I L Y. And if they needed to sleep in her room--who was she to say N O?

What could she say? She L O V E D the idiots.

[devilishous-blog]

@infcrnalking​

Eyes narrowed upon the door to her shop ringing that little annoying bell at the top above the door, she got a customer..this late of night? A carefull cautious hand slipped towards her lower back her grip tightened around the handle of ivory, the magazine still on her face as she listened to the footsteps approaching, they sounded heavy and haunting. “You’ve got alotta nerve comin’ into my shop when the sign clearly says closed what’sa matter..can’t ya’ read, pal?” She said now sitting up alittle the mag falling off her face and into her lap, the gun freed from its leather brown holster that is probably worn from over time; her sights aimed towards the visitor that entered her domain. But what she didn’t expect was him.. She sworn he was dead..after falling deep into that abyss to hell..and when she was in Fortuna she had his blade..and this entire time..she..first off she was in disbelief..so much so that her eyes took on a slightly red glow to one eye.

“This..had better be a damn good joke.”

She didn’t want to believe he was alive, but here he was infront of her; hooded but..alive. Her chest twisted with light relief..but mainly anxiety due to her mind remembering what happened, how it happened..she still feels guilty even if he was standing right infront of her. During the memory trip that she didn’t want, the grip on ivory loosened just slightly only to tighten her grip after bringing herself out of the daze she was in the gun was lightly leaning to the side just a hair off from her targets forehead. “Either I am hallucinating..or this is a damn good costume and make-up.”