#page 3703

[pesterloglog]

Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider

Act 5, page 3703-3713

GC: D4V3 G3T UP

TG: no fuck that

TG: im a lie my ass right down here for a while looking slightly less cool than i make myself out to be ordinarily

GC: YOU MUST ST4ND T4LL, ONLY 4 TRU3 H3RO COULD PULL OFF SUCH 4N 4CROB4T1C FUCK1NG P1ROU3TT3 OFF OF TH4T H4NDL3 >:]

TG: that is basically what i just did isnt it

GC: Y3S

TG: thats what im doing here im making a point of makin every little thing take place what was once mentioned in passing no matter how seemingly trivial or pointless

TG: thats how all the best adventures get strung together

TG: you havent heard me bleat like a goat for ironically humorous purposes yet have you

GC: NO!!! >:o

TG: that was something that was mentioned at some point by someone i forget when or why

TG: i bet you are on goddamn pins and needles waiting for that arent you

GC: 4R3 YOU 4BOUT TO BL34T L1K3 4N 34RTH GO4T, D4V3?

TG: no

TG: fuck that

GC: >:[

GC: TH3N W1LL YOU 4T L34ST G3T UP??

TG: no

TG: fuck you

TG: go away

GC: 4UGH

GC: WHY DO 1 DO TH1S TO MYS3LF

TG: what

GC: SUBJ3CT MYS3LF TO TH3 MOODY NONS3NS3 OF CURMUDG3ONLY C4NDY BLOOD3D FOULMOUTHS!

TG: i dunno

TG: why are you even talking to me anyway

TG: aside from the fact that several hours from now you apparently forget i dont need consolation and oughta be left alone

GC: M4YB3 1T JUST SO H4PP3NS TH4T FOR ONC3 TH1S 1SNT 4BOUT YOU!

GC: M4YB3 1 4M TH3 ON3 WHO N33DS SOM3 H3LP, H4S TH4T OCCURR3D TO YOU, MR COOLK1D???

TG: oh

GC: 4NYW4Y, 1 R3M3MB3R NOW

GC: SORRY, 3V3RYON3 W3NT K1ND OF SH1TH1V3 H3R3, 4ND 1 GOT B1TT3N 1 TH1NK, 4ND 1 K1ND OF FORGOT WH3R3 1 L3FT OFF W1TH YOU

TG: bitten

TG: what

GC: BUT 1 R3M3MB3R WH3R3 TH1S 4LL F1TS 1NTO TH3 CHRONOLOGY, YOU W1TH YOUR BRO H3R3

GC: TH1S W4S JUST B3FOR3 YOU B3GG3D M3 TO F1N4LLY SHOW YOU HOW TO R34CH GOD T13R

GC: SO 1 D1D

GC: 4ND TH3N YOU GOT M4D 4T M3

GC: SO YOU D3C1D3D TO GO DO YOUR OWN TH1NG FOR 4 WH1L3

GC: 4ND S1NC3 TH3N 1 H4V3 B33N UP TO MY PO1NTY L1TTL3 NUBS 1N SUSP3NS3, 1NTR1GU3, 4ND B3TR4Y4L!

TG: that sure sounds like a dumb way to say a thing

TG: almost egbertian in elegant stupidity

TG: the t in egbertian is soft like shhhhh

GC: H3H3H3 OH

TG: why would i get mad at you

GC: OH, YOULL S33 >:P

TG: ok

TG: but yeah i guess its about time you showed me whats up with my allegedly futile god tierification

TG: how long ago was it that you did your coin flip thing i dont even remember

TG: i was getting sure you were just bullshitting me and had no intention of ever mentioning it again

GC: UNFORTUN4T3LY, NO!

GC: M4YB3 1 SHOULD T4K3 TH3 OPPORTUN1TY TO 4POLOG1Z3 1N 4DV4NC3 >:[

TG: for what

GC: HMM

GC: 1 DONT TH1NK 1T W1LL B3 CONSTRUCT1V3 TO GO 1NTO 1T B3FOR3 1T H4PP3NS

TG: before what happens

TG: you mean god tiering

TG: does something go wrong

GC: 3V3RYTH1NG GO3S 4CCORD1NG TO PL4N!

GC: BUT TH4T 1S 4LL 1 W1LL S4Y

GC: R3M3MB3R, TH1S CONV3RS4T1ON 1S K1ND OF NOT SUPPOS3D TO B3 4BOUT YOU, 1 KNOW TH3 1D34 1S UNPR3C3D3NT3D

TG: thats practically unthinkable

GC: 1 KNOW >:p

TG: but i mean ok we can talk about your troll problem but this is pretty important here

TG: the god tier thing and whether i can actually do it or not

TG: it might be kind of hard to tell on account of me chilling face down on the pavement and also because downplaying feelings is the chief rule of cool but im pretty pissed about this

TG: which is weird

GC: 1TS W31RD TO F33L M4D?

GC: 4R3 YOU TOO COOL FOR TH4T TOO??

TG: no its not weird to be mad its just weird it feels like im the only one who is

TG: and the only one even contemplating taking jack on

TG: even among your group of irate gnashing shitheads

GC: H3Y!

TG: what

GC: 4CTU4LLY, YOUR3 R1GHT

GC: TURNS OUT W3 R34LLY DO H4V3 4 LOT OF SH1TH34DS H3R3 >:[

GC: 4ND 4LSO 4S 1T H4PP3NS TH3 WORST ON3 1S TH3 ON3 WHO H4PP3NS TO B3 PL4NN1NG TO T4K3 H1M ON!

TG: well ok

TG: and that would be a bitchin line to switch the subject to start talkin about your complicated problems but i kinda wasnt done

GC: F111N3

GC: BUT FOR SOM3ON3 WHO JUST TOLD M3 TO FUCK OFF YOU 4R3 SUR3 B3ND1NG MY 34R SUDD3NLY >:]

TG: but ok i mean isnt that what heroes should be doing

TG: working to take down the bad guy without a whole lot of this fuckin grandiloquence and these huge sweeping plans that got nothin to do with fighting him

TG: like always biding our time and tiptoeing around the unbeatable god boss

TG: johns too nice to get mad

TG: rose spends all her time calculating

TG: too focused on machiavellian ploys of sabotage to try anything drastic

TG: jade is

TG: i dont even know

TG: probably more a liability if she got it in her head to take him down

TG: if anything id bet she just needs protection

GC: WH4T 4R3 YOU S4Y1NG H3R3 D4V3, 1N TH1S CONV3RS4T1ON TH4T 1S ST1LL B31NG 4BOUT YOU

TG: im just wondering

TG: when does someone actually step up

TG: jacks got shit to pay for

GC: 1F TH4T 1S HOW YOU F33L

GC: TH3N 1 TH1NK OUR TWO PROBL3MS 4R3 NOT R34LLY D1FF3R3NT

GC: W3 4R3 BOTH PR3S3NTLY CONC3RN3D W1TH JUST1C3

TG: yeah i guess

TG: i guess it has been on my mind

TG: maybe i am supposed to be a hero and rise to the occasion because there seems to be this little persistent voice in my head nagging me about it

TG: insisting someones gotta pay

TG: and its hard for me to disagree

GC: TH3N 1T COULD M34N ON3 OF TWO TH1NGS

GC: OR BOTH OF TH3 TWO TH1NGS, L1K3 1T D1D FOR M3 >:]

TG: what things

GC: 1T COULD M34N TH4T TH3 4G3NT PR3S3NTLY 1NFLU3NC1NG YOU 1S...

GC: 4 CONSC13NC3

GC: 4ND/OR

GC: 4N 3X1L3

TG: im pretty sure i dont even have an exile

TG: ive never heard any voices or anything

TG: anyway you dont need a voice in your head to tell you this shit is

TG: just like

TG: so completely illegal

GC: >:?

TG: wait

TG: why did i just say that stupid thing i said

GC: D4V3 1 D1D NOT R34L1Z3 YOU H4D SUCH 4 P4SS1ON FOR L4W 3NFORC3M3NT

GC: 1 MUST S4Y TH1S SHOCK1NG D3V3LOPM3NT 1S COM1NG D4NG3ROUSLY CLOS3 TO G1V1NG M3 4 C4S3 OF TH3 V4PORS >:O

TG: no i mean

TG: ok that came out wrong

TG: what were we talking about again

GC: BR1NG1NG J4CK TO JUST1C3?

TG: right

TG: someone has to make him pay

TG: cant let him just go unpunished

TG: if i can figure out how to reach the god tier maybe i can be the one to throw him into the slammer

GC: ...

GC: TH3 SL4MM3R?

TG: slammer means jail

GC: 1 KNOW WH4T TH3 SL4MM3R M34NS!!!

TG: you call it the slammer when youre extra angry at crimes

TG: are you taking notes on this important principle?? jesus get a fucking pen

TG: or some chalk or whatever

GC: 1 TH1NK 1 4M FOLLOW1NG

GC: YOU 4R3 GO1NG TO F1ND J4CK, 4ND PUT H1M 1N J41L?

TG: wait

TG: fuck

TG: what

TG: no

GC: D4V3 1 KNOW YOU 4R3 L1K3LY D1SCOMBOBUL4T3D W1TH GR13F OV3R YOUR F4LL3N M4NBRO LUSUS, BUT TH4T 1S 3XTR3M3LY S1LLY 4ND DO3SNT M4K3 4NY S3NS3

TG: i know it doesnt

TG: im just saying

TG: what am i even saying here

TG: shit

GC: 1M ST1LL NOT SUR3

GC: YOUR3 T4LK1NG 4BOUT THROW1NG J4CK 1N TH3 SL4MM3R 4ND R4MBL1NG 4BOUT JUST1C3 4ND T3LL1NG M3 TO G3T P3NS 4ND SUCH

GC: NOT TH4T 1 4M COMPL41N1NG

TG: ok forget the slammer stuff that was stupid

TG: it is about justice though

TG: and since no one else seems to give a shit about that it apparently falls in my jurisdiction now

TG: not just going after jack

TG: but all the mutinous agents responsible for crimes

GC: 4G3NTS?

TG: holy shit why do i care about THAT suddenly

GC: >8?!

TG: anyway thats more shit that popped into my head just now

TG: so

TG: ok

GC: W3LL

GC: NO1RS CRON13S 4R3 3XPLO1T4BL3

GC: 4R3 YOU S4Y1NG YOU H4V3 4 PL4N TH4T 1NVOLV3S T4RG3T1NG TH3M?

TG: not really

TG: no

TG: anyway

TG: its not like being mad about this and hankering for justice is even the only irrational thing im currently hot and bothered about

TG: i have other duties to attend to

GC: L1K3 WH4T?

TG: ive got to explode this ridiculously illegal edifice oh my god what are these words im saying

GC: YOU H4V3 TO 3XPLOD3 SOM3TH1NG?

TG: never mind

GC: 4R3 YOU R3F3RR1NG TO YOUR PL4N TO BLOW UP TH3 GR33N SUN?

TG: oh

TG: yeah

TG: thats gotta be what im talking about

TG: probably

TG: i need to shut up now

TG: im sounding like an idiot and my head is starting to hurt

TG: why dont we talk about your thing now

TG: what justice thing do you have to do

GC: YOU M34N 1TS 4CTU4LLY MY TURN TO T4LK?

TG: yes

GC: BUT 1 W4S B3G1NN1NG TO FORG3T MY PROBL3M L1ST3N1NG TO YOUR H1GHLY 3NJOY4BL3 B3FUDDL3M3NT!

TG: just please tell me your justice problem and make me stop saying stuff

TG: farewell

GC: F4R3W3LL??

GC: W41T!!!!!! >:[

TG: no i mean

TG: god damn it im not leaving

TG: farewell is not even a thing i would ever say jesus what am i a victorian poet

TG: can you show me a little respect and assume any time i say something stupid it just means im temporarily being inexplicably retarded

TG: thats what a real friend would do

GC: OK D4V3, 1 W1LL SHOW SOM3 S3NS1T1V1TY 4ND C4ST SUSP1C1ON ON TH3 1NT3LL3CTU4L M3R1T OF 3V3RYTH1NG YOU H4V3 3V3R S41D

TG: thank you

GC: 1 W1LL FURTH3R D3MONSTR4T3 MY FR13NDSH1P BY DOM1N4T1NG TH3 R3ST OF TH1S CONV3RS4T1ON W1TH L3NGTHY 4CCOUNTS OF MY 3MOT1ON4L TR1BUL4T1ONS, L34V1NG NO SP4C3 FOR YOU TO SUBM1T 4NY 4MUS1NG OUTBURSTS

TG: that sounds awesome

GC: QU13T!!! >:O

GC: NOW

GC: WH3R3 W4S 1

TG: justice problems

GC: OH Y3S, OF COURS3

GC: YOU S33, OUR 41MS 4R3 NOT TH4T D1SS1M1L4R

GC: OUR PURSU1TS OF JUST1C3 1 M34N

GC: BUT YOURS 1S MOT1V4T3D BY 4NG3R 1N TH3 H34T OF TH3 MOM3NT

GC: WH1CH 1S BL1ND1NG YOU TO TH3 CONS3QU3NC3S OF 4TT3MPT1NG SOM3TH1NG V3RY FOOL1SH

GC: YOU 4R3 F4R TOO COOL TO SUCCUMB TO 4NYTH1NG L1K3 TH4T

GC: WH1CH 1S WHY YOU W1LL COM3 TO YOUR S3NS3S SHORTLY >:]

GC: MY S1TU4T1ON 1S 4 L1TTL3 MOR3 COMPL1C4T3D

GC: 1TS L3SS P3RSON4L

GC: THOUGH ONC3 1T W4S 4 GRUDG3 WH1CH PROP3LL3D OUR R1V4LRY

GC: NOW 1TS R3SOLUT1ON H4S B3COM3 4 M4TT3R OF PR4CT1C4L1TY

GC: 1F NOT PROF3SS1ON4L1SM

GC: BUS1N3SS L1K3!

GC: TH3 W4Y 4 TRU3 L3G1SL4C3R4TOR CONDUCTS H3R PROS3CUT1ONS

GC: D4V3 D1D YOU KNOW TH4T C3NTUR13S 4GO ON MY PL4N3T, L3G1SL4C3R4TORS W3R3 NOT CONF1N3D TO STUFFY COURTBLOCKS 4RGU1NG C4S3S B3FOR3 H1S HONOR4BL3 TYR4NNY?

TG: oh shit are you fucking serious

GC: Y3S! 4LSO, SHUSH

GC: 1 KNOW YOU 4R3 S4SS1NG M3 DU3 TO MY US3 OF T3RMS UNF4M1L14R TO HUM4NS, BUT 1T 1S TRU3

GC: TH3Y W3R3 D3PLOY3D THROUGHOUT TH3 G4L4XY TO 4PPR3H3ND CR1M1N4LS BY 4NY M34NS N3C3SS4RY

TG: no i got that theyre like your alien death lawyers who were sorta like bounty hunters in olden times pretty simple to decipher through context

GC: 1 THOUGHT 1 TOLD YOU TO B3 QU13T!

GC: 1 4M MONOLOGU1NG H3R3 >:P

GC: 4NYW4Y, TH3Y WOULD NOT R3ST UNT1L TH31R SUSP3CT W4S 1N CUSTODY, ON3 W4Y OR 4NOTH3R

GC: TH3Y WOULD G4TH3R 3V1D3NC3 OV3R TH3 COURS3 OF TH3 1NV3ST1G4T1ON, COMP1L1NG 4 C4S3 TO B3 PR3S3NT3D 4T TH3 TR14L, SHOULD ON3 B3 H3LD B3FOR3 TH3 F1N4L SUBM1SS1ON OF TH3 GU1LTY CORPS3 TO JUD1C14L 4UTHOR1T13S

GC: P3RSON4L F33L1NGS 4ND V3ND3TT4S D1D NOT M4TT3R, NOR D1D 3V3N TH3 N4TUR3 OF TH3 CR1M3

GC: ONLY JUST1C3 D1D!

GC: TH3Y W3R3 S3L3CT3D FOR TH31R CUNN1NG 4ND M4RT14L PROW3SS

GC: 4ND FOR TH31R 4B1L1TY TO UND3RST4ND TH3 M1NDS OF TH3 CR1M1N4LS TH3Y SOUGHT

GC: TH1S 1S WHY TH3 BURD3N H4S TO B3 M1N3 1 TH1NK

GC: 1 4M TH3 ONLY ON3 WHO KNOWS HOW TO H4NDL3 H3R

GC: 4S SUCH, SH3 1S MY R3SPONS1B1L1TY

TG: she

GC: SHOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!

TG: ok i cant even make little interrogative quips to grease the wheels of your monologue

GC: OH

GC: Y3S TH4TS OK, 1N F4CT 1TS V3RY H3LPFUL

GC: WHO DO YOU TH1NK??

TG: spidertroll

GC: YOU 4R3 CORR3CT

GC: TH3 SP1D3R13ST ON3 OF 4LL

TG: youve decided to take her down then

GC: 1 GU3SS SO

TG: you dont sound that psyched about it

GC: W3LL, 1M H3R3 T4LK1NG TO YOU 4BOUT 1T 1NST34D OF 4CTU4LLY DO1NG 1T, 4R3NT 1?

TG: are you feeling guilty

TG: like second guessing whether she deserves it

GC: NOT 3X4CTLY

TG: hasnt she done enough terrible shit to warrant legislaceration

GC: TH4T 1S NOT 4 TH1NG!

GC: BUT Y3S, TH3 C4S3 4G41NST H3R 1S OV3RWH3LM1NG

GC: MOR3 TH4N YOU 3V3N KNOW!

GC: SH3S COMPL3T3LY OUT OF CONTROL NOW

GC: SH3 H4S MURD3R3D 4T L34ST ON3 OF MY GOOD FR13NDS

GC: 4ND POSS1BLY S3V3R4L OTH3RS, 1 4M NOT SUR3 Y3T

GC: TH3 C1RCUMST4NC3S 4R3 4 L1TTL3 F1SHY, BUT MY 1NV3ST1G4T1ON 1S ONGO1NG

GC: 4DD1T1ON4LLY, 1 H4V3 D1SCOV3R3D SH3 1S COMPL1C1T 1N J4CKS R1S3 TO POW3R

GC: WH3N 1 F1RST L34RN3D H3 C4M3 FROM YOUR S3SS1ON, 1 M1ST4K3NLY BL4M3D YOU 4LL, 4ND TOOK 1T OUT ON 4 H4PL3SS 3GB3RT >:[

GC: BUT 1F 4NYON3 1S TO P4Y FOR R3L34S1NG TH4T D3MON ON BOTH OF OUR GROUPS, 1T 1S H3R

TG: are you sure about that

GC: Y3S

GC: 4ND SH3 KNOWS 1 KNOW

GC: SH3 H4S B33N T4UNT1NG M3, TRY1NG TO ST1R UP OUR OLD R1V4LRY

GC: TH4T 1S WH4T TH1S WHOL3 JOHN VS D4V3 TH1NG H4S B33N 4BOUT

TG: there is no john vs dave thing though

GC: 1 KNOW

GC: NOT R34LLY

GC: 1TS JUST 4 G4M3

GC: BUT TH3 G4M3 1S S3R1OUS BUS1N3SS TO H3R

GC: L1K3 1T W4S DUR1NG OUR ROL3 PL4Y1NG D4YS

GC: 4ND JUST L1K3 TH3N, SH3S RU1N3D 3V3RYTH1NG BY T4K1NG 1T TOO F4R

GC: 4ND 1N SP1T3 OF 4LL H3R P4ST CR1M3S, TH3S3 4R3 NOT 3V3N TH3 MOST 1MPORT4NT R34SONS TO STOP H3R!

GC: SH3 H4S D3C1D3D TO F1GHT J4CK H3RS3LF

GC: WH1CH 1S 4N 3XTR3M3LY D4NG3ROUS 4ND STUP1D TH1NG TO DO!

GC: SOUND F4M1L14R, D4V3?

TG: are you going to stop me too then

TG: hunt me down and lawyerviscerate me for my own good

GC: NO

GC: 1LL JUST L3T YOU TRY TO R34CH TH3 GOD T13R, 4ND TH3N D3C1D3 FOR YOURS3LF >:]

TG: are you saying that i wont make god tier or i wont be strong enough if i do

GC: OBJ3CT1ON!!!

TG: what

GC: W3 4R3 T4LK1NG 4BOUT YOU 4G41N

GC: 1 MOT1ON TH4T 4LL D4V3 C3NTR1C T3ST1MONY B3 STR1CK3N FROM TH3 R3CORD

TG: lame motion overruled the judge wants to see where this is going

GC: NO H3 DO3SNT, YOU KNOW P3RF3CTLY W3LL H3 DO3SNT G1V3 4 SH1T

GC: H3 W1LL CL34R TH1S COURTBLOCK 1F H3 DO3S NOT H4V3 ORD3R, H3 SW34RS TO J3GUS

TG: ok fine

TG: we can keep obsessing over your fucked up kismesister if you want

GC: 1TS NOT L1K3 TH4T! >XO

TG: do you think she stands a chance against him

GC: NO

TG: then whats the big deal

TG: why not let her go get her shit ruined by jack and let justice happen that way

GC: B3C4US3 1 4M QU1T3 SUR3 TH4T 1F SH3 GO3S TO F1ND H1M, 1T W1LL T1P H1M OFF TO OUR LOC4T1ON 1N TH3 V31L

GC: 1 H4V3 S33N 1T 4LR34DY

GC: TH4T 1S WHY TH1S 1S NO S1MPL3 V3ND3TT4

GC: BR1NG1NG H3R TO JUST1C3 1S CR1T1C4L TO OUR SURV1V4L!

TG: so why dont you go do it

GC: B3C4US3

GC: 1M NOT SUR3 1F 1 C4N

TG: you mean you cant beat her in a fight

GC: NO, 1TS NOT TH4T

GC: 1T JUST TH4T WH3N TH3 T1M3 COM3S

GC: 1M NOT SUR3 1F 1 W1LL B3 4BL3 TO K1LL H3R

TG: i thought trolls were all about gratuitous murderings

GC: Y3S 1TS TRU3

GC: W3 4R3 SUPPOS3D TO R3V3L 1N BLOODSH3D 4S W3 GROW UP

GC: 4ND SH3 S33MS TO B3 3MBR4C1NG H3R R1T3 OF P4SS4G3 W1TH R3CKL3SS 4B4NDON, 4S 1 WOULD 3XP3CT

GC: GR4BB1NG TH3 BULL BY TH3 HORNS, SO TO SP34K

GC: 1TS 4 L1TTL3 1NT1M1D4T1NG

GC: B3C4US3 1M NOT SUR3 1F 1M R34DY FOR TH4T

GC: WH1CH 1 GU3SS 1S NORM4L??

TG: are

TG: you asking me to reassure you about that

TG: cause i seriously dont have a clue

GC: 1TS OK D4V3

GC: ST1LL MONOLOGU1NG >:]

GC: 1 GU3SS

GC: 1 4M NOT SO MUCH WORR13D 4BOUT NOT B31NG R34DY

GC: 4S 1 4M TH4T...

GC: 1 M1GHT NOT 4CTU4LLY W4NT TO B3 R34DY

GC: M4YB3 3V3R

GC: M4YB3 TH3R3S SOM3TH1NG WRONG W1TH M3

TG: i dont understand

TG: i thought you were insane kinds of apeshit over the macabre stuff

TG: like being all cutesy about executions and smelling cherry blood and such things contrived to get a guy feeling vaguely uncomfortable

TG: was that all an act

GC: NOT 4N 4CT

GC: JUST FUN!

GC: 1 L1K3 FUN, D4V3, 4ND 1 4LSO L1K3 G4M3S

GC: DONT YOU L1K3 FUN 4ND G4M3S?

TG: of course the fuck not

GC: L14R!!! >:O

TG: didnt you say youve killed people before

GC: TH3R3 1S 4 B1G D1FF3R3NC3 B3TW33N M4N1PUL4T1NG P3OPL3 TO TH31R DOOM W1TH TR1CK3RY, 4ND K1LL1NG SOM3ON3 BY YOUR OWN H4ND

GC: 1T 1S 4 B1T L1K3 H4V1NG TO F4C3 YOUR OWN D34TH...

GC: 4ND D1SCOV3R1NG TH3 D1FF3R3NC3 B3TW33N L34V1NG TH3 R3SPONS1B1L1TY TO SOM3ON3 3LS3, 4ND DO1NG TH3 D1RTY WORK YOURS3LF

GC: M4YB3 YOULL UND3RST4ND SOM3 D4Y >;]

TG: ok

TG: id like to help you out but i dont know what advice i should be giving

TG: to a member of a murderous species whos gunshy on going off to justicemurder a murderhappy murderer whose done lots of murders

TG: it feels pretty weird and inappropriate for me to be the one to tell you fuck yes go for it shes got this huge murder with her name on it anyways and its cruising right at her down comeuppance boulevard

TG: so i dont know

TG: do you want me to tell you to be a better human

TG: or to be a better troll

GC: 1 C4NT T3LL YOU WH4T TO 4DV1S3 M3, CHUMP4SS!

GC: M4YB3 1M NOT 3V3N LOOK1NG FOR 4DV1C3 P3R S3

GC: BUT JUST W4NT TO T4LK TO SOM3ON3 4BOUT 1T

TG: alright well all ill say is

TG: maybe if you kill her at least we can finally stop obsessing over her

GC: *S1111GNNNN*

GC: Y34H, F41R 3NOUGH

TG: why dont you just do what you think you have to do

TG: and ill do the same

TG: speaking of which

GC: OH, R1GHT

GC: YOULL B3 BUGG1NG M3 4BOUT SHOW1NG YOU HOW TO R34CH TH3 GOD T13R SOON

GC: PROMPT3D BY TH1S V3RY CONV3RS4T1ON 1 1M4G1N3, WHOD H4V3 THOUGHT!

TG: these time shenanigans completely blindsided us they practically never even happen

GC: 1 KNOW

TG: so i hang up now with future you and then start pestering present you about it is that how it works

GC: Y3S

TG: and i make sure not to reference anything said here to keep it simple

TG: except like in an offhand way thatll seem retroactively logical to your future self

TG: ie you right now

TG: if for no other reason than itd be boring as hell to rehash it

GC: TH4T SOUNDS 4BOUT R1GHT BUT WH4T DO 1 KNOW

GC: YOUR3 TH3 T1M3 GUY 4FT3R 4LL

GC: LUCK1LY 1 W1LL NOT H4V3 TO P4RT1C1P4T3 1N TH3S3 CH4R4D3S TH1S T1M3 4ROUND

TG: does luck actually matter

GC: >:o

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Jack-O-Lantern Sessions

by Hansome Alvin, 2002

On Deep Space Nine, Leeta has been seeing counselor Ezri Dax. Meanwhile, she has a sizzling encounter with a mysterious stranger. But all this precedes a strange terrorist plot on the station.  

Words: 3703, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Leeta, Ezri Dax, Sela

Relationships: Leeta/Ezri Dax, Leeta/Sela

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Cream Sauce of My Thoughts

MewGulf

Crack fic

Gulf has a bad day and goes to the grocery store

Warning - implied content and dirty words.. 

Length: 3703

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24746140

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Gulf was having a bad day.

Like a really bad day.

Worse than a moderate inconvenience day which seems to be most days that he has to go to class and work. It was worse than that. Although in all reality his tolerance for bad days was low and he had been called dramatic for his renditions of a whining child on his other so-called bad days, so maybe his perception wasn't too great with them, to begin with. Most days he complained about having a bad day were just average days that didn’t include him playing his mobile game for eight hours straight. And today he wasn’t playing his mobile game all day so you know, a bad day ... that seemed to escalate very quickly, like a rock rolling down a hill.

But he still somehow managed to land… a date with his crush?

Hold on. Was it really a bad day then? Sure didn't feel like one up until that moment.

His day had started out fine, besides the waking up part and having to go to class part. Otherwise fine. But he realized as he was awoken to the loud shrill sound of his alarm that he was late. Which normal meant, hurrah for him, he can skip and sleep more but not today. Today that meant that he was late and had five minutes to run to the library to print off an essay that was due that day and he had stayed up late last night finishing it because he spends the whole week playing mobile games instead of his paper. So today's late was not good, at all. Not if he wanted to pass his class.

Scrambling out of bed, slamming into the ground, hard, as his feet tangled with his sheets because why not have his morning start out being late and having bruises. He manages to just barely miss the door as he skids out of his room but stubs his toe in his haste against the wall.

It really should have been a sign from the universe that something was wrong. But he persevered because he didn’t get two hours of sleep working on a paper for nothing. Thankfully the journey to the library was quicker than usual. Normally it took fifteen minutes while today took six and as he ignored his throbbing legs and his screaming lungs as he waited for his paper to print he wondered if maybe he had joined the football team in college he might be in better shape to have made it even quicker. His glares at the machine as it slowly hums to life printing one of the sheets before claiming a paper jam. He checked the drawer. Nothing. He tapped the screen and the machine continued, one more page and then the paper jam screen.

Fucks sakes.

Repeated the process. One more sheet. He needed two more to be done.

Inhaling before huffing out an exhale as he repeated the process until his pages were all printed before sprinting to class, tripping up the steps and almost losing two of the sheets before thankfully catching them with his face against the ground in a second trip straight after the first, because the universe was feeling slapstick comedy today it seemed.

For those keeping track at home that’s-

Universe: 3 Gulf: 0

Quickly checking his nose for blood, finding none before sprinting to the door to his class. Glancing inside, he waited until his teacher was facing the board before sneaking in the back and finding the closest empty chair.

When class ended he followed the stream of students to the teacher's desk where he casually wrote his name in attendance while the teacher looked away before through his now stapled essay onto the stack with all the others.

Universe: 3 Gulf: 1

Feeling accomplished and most of this bad mood having dispersed throughout class he heads back to his dorm for some much-needed gaming and cookies. He wasn’t normally one for sweets but he had recently found these cookies that seemed to disregard his non-sweet tooth and he’d honestly been bingeing them for the past week. It also didn’t help that he’d seen Mew –that one classmate from his elective art class that he had the biggest crush on - eating them. He knew Mew had a sweet tooth and had not so subtle watched him eat ice cream after class a few times from the ice cream truck that makes rounds on Tuesday and Thursday to the campus. He was pretty sure Mew had a magical tongue.

For ice cream, strictly ice cream. He never had a dream about Mew licking a certain something else. Never.

The joyful thoughts of cookies and games filling his mind he failed to see the person speeding walking around the corner, and their precariously held open cup of coffee.

Coffee meet pants. Oh, how nice to scold you.

Universe: 4 Gulf: 0

Wait no he’ll give himself .5 for actually getting his paper turned in so

Universe: 4 Gulf: 0.5

Gulf hiss as the hot liquid spills over his jeans, he can hear the apologetic voice of the person he ran into but he waves it off. The dark cloud was back with a vengeance it seemed. He cared about nothing else at that moment then getting his pants off and as soon as he stomped into his dorm his pants flung across the room narrowly missing Mild who was sitting on their couch, textbook pulled to his nose.

“Welcome home.” Mild chided sarcastically glancing over his book to watch Gulf rummage through the cabinets like a crazy maniac. Which he was. He was mad and he wanted cookies. Where were his cookies?

“If you’re looking for your cookies, they’re gone.” Gulf glares before following the finger Mild has pointed to the fridge. The whiteboards read Grocery list then underneath Cookies in giant lettering and multiple lines underneath.

Gulf groans slamming his head into the fridge, he could hear the wince Mild made but ignored in favor of yelling at last night him for finishing off the cookies without proper forethought to future today him who needed the cookies. How rude of himself to be so rude to him.

“You can just buy more.” Mild states like Gulf doesn’t already understand that he could but he wants them now not in the twenty minutes it’ll take to get to the store buy them and walk back.

“You can just buy more.” Gulf mocked back in a whiney tone as he stomped to his room. He’s going to go buy more because what other option does he have.

He stared at his overflowing laundry basket and then his drawers, realizing that his past self procrastinating laundry day in favor of video games has come back to haunt him and all of his pants were dirty and the only cleans on left were a pair of shorts that were both too short and too tight but he refused to throw them away because both Mild and his mother had told him he needed too. It had been a matter of pride at the time that he can’t say he regrets but really wishes he would have thrown them out and bought a new pair as he puts them on now.

They weren’t that bad, they would do well enough for him to get to the store and back because right now he wanted cookies or he was going to do something crazy. Like jerk off and go to sleep ignoring all responsibility. Which he shouldn’t do. Look at him making the responsible choice for once and all in the name of cookies.

He needed cookies to make his day better so he could do laundry and then he could be comfy in clean clothes while working on his final projects as the semester was coming to a close and all his teachers seemed to think that he wasn’t some who procrastinated all semester and they all assigned projects. Projects that he was now in a time crunch to finish. Thus he was taking the day back from the humorless universe and for that, cookies.

“Nice ass.” Mild yells after him complete with a wolf whistle. Gulf threw a finger back at him over his shoulder, "And get milk too.”

Stomping through the isles in search of the holy grail was harder than he thought mostly because he refused to look at signs and they apparently rearranged the store without telling him (hindsight a few days later would have him realize that they, in fact, were not changed his mood just created a mist of denial). So who knows where his precious cookies are at. It matches his day so he wasn’t surprised by his troubles to find his precious cookies.

“Young man.” Gulf skids to a halt in front of an older lady, who looked about the age of his grandmother, she smiles at him before pointing to the top shelf. “Mind helping an old lady out. I need that jar of cream sauce but I can’t reach it.”

All the manners his parents had instilled into his flared into action because of course, he could help her. Sure it slowed down the process of finding his long lost love, cookies, but it was worth it to help someone. He smiled and reached for the jar, his fingers touched the side when he noticed movement down the aisle. A person, was that Mew? Fuck it was. Mew was walking down the aisle staring at him. More importantly, staring at his shorts. He could feel the gaze. It was those damn shorts. Thank you shorts?

It was at that moment that he realized the universe had one last trick up its sleeve. He was so distracted with Mew's gaze that his fingers tipped the jar, it hit the shelf before the lid popped off and the white cream sauce dumped from the glass container pouring down his chest and thighs. Which really, really was the frosting to his cake at that moment. The universe was literally jizzing on him. Oh universe, why?

“Oh, dear.” The lady clicked her tongue before pulling out a handkerchief from her purse and handing it to him. “What a mess.”

“Let me help.” Gulf head swiveled around to face Mew, who had managed to make it all the way down the aisle to them and was right there. Right there in front of him, staring at the white sauce messy he had all over his front. It definitely brought up images of a different white substance that Gulf had dreamed about just last night, it too involved Mew in front of him but they were vastly different circumstances. Somehow this scene was still giving him the deja vu feel because of how similar they were.

He regrets deciding to go to this grocery store because he knows that Mews family owns it and that Mew works here. He purposely goes to this one store only when he looks good so he pretends that he wasn’t living a life fueled by fried basil pork and phone games -and now apparently cookies. He wanted to ogle Mew from a distance and in the off chance that Mew saw him, he looked good. He had set out that plan long ago to slowly attract Mew.

This was not part of the plan. And he defiantly didn’t look good now. He looked the opposite of good. He looked bad. Real Bad. He was wearing shorts that were too tight and too short, white cream sauce covering his front and he was pretty sure that there was a patch of hair sticking up somewhere on his head from the way he slept that he had purposely been ignoring all day. He looked a mess. He was a mess.

Universe: 5 Gulf: 0

Actually he takes that back at this moment he gives himself a negative point because he went to this grocery store and not a different one.

Universe: 5 Gulf: -1

Gulf wasn’t sure what happened but one second he was idly dabbing the front of his shirt with the borrowed handkerchief trying to not look up at Mew in the very vain hope that Mew wouldn’t recognize him (Blatantly ignoring the fact that they had previously made eye contact) and the next second Mew was ushering him to the back of the store and into some office. He kept his head down the whole time, maybe if he didn’t look at Mew then Mew would still think he was cute and not a mess. Maybe this embarrassing moment wouldn't ruin his non-existence chance with Mew.

Though to be fair he was pretty sure no matter what happened, he knew later that night he would one hundred percent be jerking off to thoughts about Mew licking cream sauce off his dick much like he’d seen him do the ice cream cones much time before. And yes he is aware that it makes him feel a tiny bit creepy thinking about someone else in that sense but Mew was too attractive and hot to not to.

He plopped into the chair as Mew turned and left the room. Now he was sitting in some uncomfortable old chair that looked older than he was, in a tiny office the was surprisingly organized for being so crowded with what Gulf assumed was paperwork. Now what. Sneak out before Mew gets back to save face? There wasn’t anything else besides the handkerchief to clean himself.

Maybe he should call Mild and ask for some shorts to change into so he doesn’t have to walk back to the dorm like this.

He smears the sauce over his thighs, making a lazy figure eight as he pouts. He didn’t even get his cookies. Now he’s going to have to go home and change then come back to get cookies. Before he gets any more time to try and think of a solution (ie, sulk) about his situation he hears the door open.

“Here,” Mew squats down in front of Gulf holding out a wet washcloth. Gulf flushes - because who wouldn’t when your crush is suddenly so close that only small movement could have him touching your knee or better yet falling into your lap.

“Thanks.” Gulf wipes himself off trying not to think of how close Mew is, or how close Mew's hand is as it hovers by his knee as if waiting for Gulf to ask for its help. And Gulf wants to ask. He is all for asking Mew to use his long veining hands to rub his thighs—

“It’s not cum.” Gulf sputters out then instantly tries to retract his words by sputtering before he finally stares, eyes wide at his legs. Why did he say that? Why? What was wrong with his brain to mouth filter?

Mew lets out a tiny awkward chuckle, “I’m very uh, aware of the difference between cream sauce and… cum. But uh, thank you for clarifying.”

“Yeah me too… uh, I mean, you’re welcome.” Gulf was pretty sure at that moment that his face had simply turned into flames and was burning off, melting into his lap. Or that is to say, his face was very very warm.

“Our shelves can be tall, maybe next time if you need help-”

“I’m tall,” Gulf shouts defiantly, then shrinks back. “I mean, I’m tall enough. I can reach them fine.”

“Are you sure?” Gulf could her the light tone that was meant to be a joke but the embarrassment must have fried his brain because he stood up out of his so quickly that Mew toppled over. There was a second where Gulf watch his flail before he reached forward to pull him into a stand in front of him. Mew hands on his arm for support, chest to chest (well almost because he was still sticky but they were definitely close). Mew's hands hoover over his hips for a moment before they fall back to his sides and Gulf can see Mew's eyes glance between them. It's definitely the shorts and he can't tell if he should wear them more or through them out but there's something in Mews eyes as he gives them a glance.

“See,” Gulf grumbles eyes looking over Mew's face. This was the first time he’d been this close and honestly, he wasn’t sure he could handle Mew being this close. All Mews very intense eye contact. What were they trying to say because they were dancing in a way the Gulf didn't understand but very much so wanted to. “Taller.” He whispers.

Mew snorts amused before reaching up to ruffle his hair -Gulf may or may not have felt his heart pouter to a stop momentarily at the action- before he said “You may be taller but I’m bigger.”

Gulf gulped at the smirk on Mew's face. His eyes trailing from Mew's face to his broad chest. Mew was one thousand percent correct about that fact. Gulf was a few centimeters taller but Mew was broader. He could blanket Gulf in a hug. Gulf wished Mew would blanket him in a hug. Maybe a naked hug. Maybe a naked sweaty hug. He stares at Mew’s chest for longer than can be considered decent and he knows this because Mew does a fake cough to get his attention and when they make eye contact again Mew raises a brow.

“I’m pretty strong too,” Mew says softly. Gulf nods absently trying not to think of how strong Mew might be. He doesn’t need any more fuel for his not safe for work dreams at night. “I can easily lift the sake of potatoes and throw it against the wall.”

Gulf opens his mouth in question but then laughs -a little louder than he meant to- because was that Mew trying to flirt? “What? I can’t tell if you're flirting or threatening me.”

“Wha-no, I was trying- you know.” Mew sputters and for the first time, Gulf sees Mew blush. “That was flirting.” He says in a low tone that borders a whine.

Oh, no Gulf’s heart, Mew’s not supposed to be both sexy and cute, he couldn’t handle it. “Throwing me against a wall is flirting?”

“Maybe not throwing…” Mew trails over and Gulf can see the muscles in his arms tense for a moment. “Lifting, holding maybe.”

“Like potatoes?” Gulf asks and then snickers when Mew rolls his eyes with a smirk.

“Not sure why you’d be flirting?” Gulf tugs at his own dirty shirt, “Is it because I’m covered in a white liquid substance?”

“You got me there. The white stuff is such a turn on.” Mew's tone was sarcastic yet amused, his eyes sparkling. Gulf was maybe just a little enamored. (ok super enamored.)

“Turns me on.” Gulf looks at him from under his lashes. He’s not really sure if it will work but he’s seen enough of those romantic comedy movies to know that it should. Gulf waits for a beat as Mew's eyes grow wide then says, “See that’s flirting.”

Gulf smiles widely at the belly laugh from Mew. Mew takes a step back as he settles down, his eyes still sparkling as he glances over Gulf. “Let me take you home?”

“I-” Gulf wants to say yes, of course, take him home, take him to bed. Take him anyway and anywhere, but, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

Mew looks around the room, resignation written over his face. “oh, I thought… with the flirting that meant- ”

“Oh no, I mean yes, I was flirting. It’s just that today is a bad day.” He waves vaguely to his shirt then around the room as if it would explain. “Maybe instead, not today, something, you know a-another day…”

“Another day?” Mew questions, then nods. “Ok, another day. How about a date then?”

“D-Date?”

“Date.”

“Yeah… yeah, that would be great.” Gulf mirrors Mew's smile as his heart flutters in his chest.

Universe: 0 Gulf: 1

Bonus:

Their first date didn’t actually get to happen for a couple of weeks because of finals but they had exchanged numbers that day even if Gulf hadn’t gotten his cookies. Since then they messaged whenever they could. They also had one really good round of phone sex. Gulf had tried to get more phone sex but Mew convinced him to wait for when they could have sex in person. Which seemed reasonable enough to Gulf.

Mew smiles at Gulf from the doorway as he waits for Gulf to finish putting on his shoes. Both dressed smart yet casual. Gulf not so subtly glancing at the open buttons of Mews shirt that was one button too many not to be purposeful temptation. Mew, the little sneak trying to seduce Gulf. It's too late, he's been seduced for awhile now.

“So I was thinking for our first date-” Gulf looks up -from Mews delectable chest to his handsome face- Mews was smirking slyly down at him, hands in his pockets. “We could eat Italian, there’s this place up the road that has the best cream sauce.”

If Gulf was any less of a man he would have tackled Mew in embarrassment -or because Mew cocky smirk was hot- but instead he stands, calmly, stepping closer to Mew, looking up through his lashes. Let his finger trail over the button on Mews shirt, digging deep into his flirty mindset, and pulled out, “How about instead we stay here and I can eat your cream sauce instead.”

“You’re disgusting” Mild grumbles loudly from the couch a couple of feet away, adamantly not looking at them in the doorway. “But if that’s happening let me know so I can leave.”

Mew laughs, ruffling Gulfs hair before letting his hand caress Gulf cheek. “Don’t tempt me.” Then that hands slips down his neck and chest and tugs Gulf closer by his hip. “Although I wouldn’t mind a snack before dinner.”

“That’s it, I’m staying at Boats tonight.” Mild sighs exasperatedly.

“Kidding.” Mew chuckles before pulling Gulf out the door.

“He might be kidding but I wasn’t, stay at Boats. Thanks bye.”

Universe: 0 Gulf: 2

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The Etiquettes Of Meeting Another Muslim

The Messenger of Allāh صلى الله عليه وسلم said,

((تصافحوا يذهب الغل، وتهادوا تحابوا، وتذهب الشحناء))

“Shake hands with one another: any hatred [that exists among you] will go away; give gifts to one another: you will end up loving one another and any enmity [that exists among you] will go away.”*

And the Messenger of Allāh صلى الله عليه وسلم said, “No two Muslims meet and shake hands with one another, except that they are forgiven [their sins] before they part from one another.”**

* Related by Maalik, from ‘Ataa Ibn ‘Abdullah Al-Khurasaanee (1685). Ibn ‘Abdul-Barr said in At-Tamheed, “This Hadeeth is connected from chains that are all authentic.” He then related some of those chains (At-Tamheed (12/21)

** Related by Abu Daawood (5212), and Al-Albaanee said, “Saheeh.” At-Tirmidhee (2727) and Ibn Maajah (3703) related it as well.

Book: The Book Of Manners - كتاب الآداب

Compiled by: Fu’âd Ibn ‘Abdul-‘Azeez Ash-Shulhoob

Published by: Darussalam

Translated by: Faisal Shafiq

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sometimes you’re gay n sometimes you’re emo n sometimes you’re both n that’s okay.

it’s not even valentine’s day anymore where i am but here i am! 4 hours late on a school night w what might be the longest thing i have ever published?? isn’t inspiration incredible? anyways, thank you @velteris for being an angle and beta-ing this as i was writing it bc i don’t have self-control!! please go shower her w praise, she deserves it

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Sometimes, Alisha feels like the kind of hero that Rose knows she should be. Rose swears that Alisha was never born, but instead leapt from the pages of a storybook trumpeting speeches about goodness and chivalry–possibly with her cape swirling behind her in a dramatic, wind seraph-assisted breeze. Rose could laugh herself sick at how stupid some of Hyland’s knights sound when they recite their vows before their princess, but when Alisha says it… well, that’s something else entirely.

Sometimes, Rose can’t help but feel as though she should never have made Alisha her squire. Alisha deserves better than Rose tumbling in through her bedroom window in the dark hours of the night, crusted with travel dust and blood. Alisha deserves better than an reckless disaster of a Shepherd who only visits to drag her away from her home to chase after hellions and resolve the latest threat of the month. Alisha deserves the kind of Shepherd that Sorey was, kind and noble and heroic, and Rose spends more time than she likes to admit thinking about what shenanigans they could have gotten up to: a trio of humans and their pack of seraphim adventuring around Glenwood, carefree without the Age of Chaos breathing down their necks.

Sometimes, Rose thinks that she doesn’t deserve a place in Alisha’s bed, much less her heart. Alisha sleeps with her back to Rose, and on less maudlin nights Rose would curl into her, wrap an arm around her waist and press her cheek against a warm, muscled shoulder. But tonight, even the way Alisha’s perfect hair coils against the pillows sends Rose’s heart plummeting down to her stomach, an iron ball of anxiety that feels like a kick right in the abdomen. Rose shouldn’t be here. A Shepherd and her squire sound perfectly lovey-dovey in one of Lailah’s bawdy novels, but Alisha is a princess and the only aristocrat in all of Hyland even remotely worthy of making a claim to nobility, and Rose is… what? An over-glorified itinerant, battling her way from one part of the continent to the other.

Rose has no doubt that if Alisha knew she so much as entertained these self-deprecating thoughts–much less allowed them to run rampant in her mind whether Alisha is a star-speckled sky away or breathing softly beside her–she’d tackle Rose to the ground and dissolve away her fears with a well-timed monologue and maybe a few tears.

Or–that’s what the Alisha from years ago would do. Now, with the wound that Sorey’s sleep had dealt healed to an bruising ache, Alisha holds her head high, eyes fixed towards making a better future for Hyland, and doing an infinitely better job of it than the however-many royal brats ahead of her in the race for the throne. Rose doesn’t think that the Alisha of today would cry for her, anymore.

No–what Alisha would do is take her hand. Probably press a kiss to the knuckles too, like the overly-gallant goof that she is. And then Alisha would–ugh–validate her, firm and earnest and altogether too loving for Rose to handle, banishing her sniveling insecurities to the corner of her mind to lurk, licking their wounds, waiting until a time when Alisha’s silver tongue isn’t there to chase them away.  

So Rose keeps quiet. She stares at Alisha’s back, pale in the moonlight. This close, Rose can see the gooseflesh that pebbles her skin; Rose tugs the blanket higher over Alisha’s shoulders, a nagging guilt gnawing at her chest.

Alisha opens her house, her heart, and all the resources of the Diphda family to Rose. She’s given Rose a place to always return to. The least she could do is be a decent bed-warmer, for all that she drags Alisha into filthy forests and life-threatening danger.

Rose eases herself into Alisha’s side, resting her cheek against a muscled shoulder. Alisha shifts, and her sleepy, insensible murmurs resound through her body and to Rose’s leaden heart. A hand brushes against her own–Rose swallows against the knot in her throat and squeezes her eyes shut, a flimsy bulwark against the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

It’s warm, pressed against Alisha’s back, but Rose hasn’t had a night this long in years.

“Rose?” She jerks her head up, spoon clattering against the side of the bowl. Alisha’s holding a bread roll. The afternoon sun catches the outline of her head, a brilliant stroke of gold in the shade of the patio, and Rose blinks rapidly, shocked out of her own thoughts.

Plastering a grin on her face, Rose salutes with the spoon. “Princess?” she offers, before dipping her head to slurp at her soup, grateful for the chance to compose herself.

“I was going to offer you some bread,” Alisha says, the fondness in her voice at odds with the crease in her brow. She gestures to the stack of rolls by Rose’s bowl. “But it seems as though I was a little too hasty. Are you feeling well, Rose?” Alisha retracts her hand and leans in, eyes roving across her face as if it holds every secret lost to time. “Usually, you all but clear the entire table by this time during a meal.”

“My appetite’s just taking its sweet time today, I think.” Rose snatches up a roll and dunks it into her soup. She winks at Alisha, chewing noisily. “Do you think it’s ‘cause I’m hungry for something else?”

Alisha sighs, elegant even in that exasperated gust. “Honestly, Rose. Saying such things over a meal?”

“A merchant needs to be opportunistic!”

“Well, you’re more familiar with such things than I am.” Alisha tilts her head, hair curling by the corners of her jaw. Rose shoves the rest of the bread in her mouth and swallows it down with her nerves. “Are you certain that you’re feeling well, Rose? I’ll only be reviewing petitions and letters, today. Perhaps you could rest and stay with me?” She sounds so hopeful, as though Rose could ever find it in her to deny this most simplest of requests.

All Alisha ever seems to want is for Rose to stay, to spend some time together. The days when Rose could find it within her to refuse or play off their relationship with ridiculous flirting are long gone.

So she grins, tries to be grateful that the seraphim aren’t there to shame her for dancing around the anxieties that keep her tossing and turning on the nights away from Alisha, and agrees.

Alisha’s resulting smile is almost enough to chase away the darkness writhing in her chest.

Rose rests her chin on the top of Alisha’s head and takes a deep, indulgent breath. In the luxury of her manor, Alisha can bathe with scented oils and cleansing gels, and Rose delights in every minute of the time spent soaking with her in the tub, comforted by the knowledge that even when she leaves, something of Alisha’s will follow her out into the wilds, even if it is just her scent.

It’s so pathetic. Rose feels almost like a clingy village girl from the smutty novels that Lailah sometimes giggles over, mooning over every little thing that brings her lover to mind. She likes having something that reminds her of Alisha when she’s off chasing the next hellion infestation. It’s a stupid flight of fancy that keeps the loneliness at bay for at least a few days. How ironic that Rose is so easily comforted by smelling like her despite being too afraid to ask Alisha, her own damn Squire, to come and fight with her.

Aaaand there she goes again, brooding when Alisha is literally in her arms, warm and solid as she tilts her head back against Rose’s chest.

“Hello,” Alisha murmurs, pressing her lips against Rose’s knuckles. Her hands enfold Rose’s, rubbing soothing circles against the back of her fingers. “How are you feeling?”

“Just bored.” Rose sticks her tongue out at the piles of papers on Alisha’s desk. “You’ve been writing for hours. Aren’t your hands cramped, or something?”

“It isn’t so bad. No worse than swinging my spear around during drills, at any rate.” She rises from her chair, an uncomfortable looking thing with no cushion and altogether too much gold foil etched into the wood. Rose accepts the kiss that Alisha presses into her cheek, and knows she’s screwed up when she pulls back far enough to see the way Alisha’s eyes narrow.

“Are you certain you feel better, Rose? You’ve been so quiet and still today. Have you fallen ill? Did something happen?”

“I told you, I’m fine, I’m fine!” Rose leans in, dipping her head to brush her lips against Alisha’s. She moves away, and Rose skims the corner of her mouth instead. “Sheesh,” Rose pouts, unease worming its way through her stomach. “Maybe your true name should have been ‘Worrywart Alisha’ instead.”

“I think I have cause to worry when you’ve been acting so unlike yourself. And trying to distract me from that, to boot!” Alisha huffs. She guides Rose to the couch, a overstuffed monstrosity compared to the deathtrap that is her office chair. Alisha kneels. “Please, just speak honestly, Rose. I’ve told you for years–I’ll support you through anything, no matter how awful.” Alisha’s eyes are so earnest, a world of love and affection in their brilliant depths. “All you need to do is tell me.”

She’s caught. She’s trapped. Her smile wavers and she knows Alisha sees, and she wants to say something flippant. Something Rose-like, something to make Alisha roll her eyes and stomp her feet, like she used to. Something to make Alisha laugh and diffuse the tension in the room, ease the concern that lines the corners of Alisha’s eyes and makes her look older than she has any reason to look.

Instead, Rose tucks her knees to her chest and scowls up a thundercloud, as brooding as Dezel had been back when he’d still had the breath to brood. And if Alisha hadn’t been concerned before…

“Rose?” she asks, and Rose sighs, pressing her forehead into her arms. What good is being a gadfly when the only person she really needs to trick won’t buy into her antics?

“Why are we doing this?” They’re the only ones in the room, but the quiet still manages to feel deafening, suffocating. Rose talks, if only to fill the silence and postpone Alisha’s response. “I mean–you’re a princess. I’m an assassin!” She laughs, the faintest hints of hysteria gurgling in her throat. “I’m the assassin that tried to kill you! And now we’re–even if we’re Shepherd and Squire, you let me into your bedroom in the middle of the night without question–”

“Because we’re lovers, Rose,” Alisha murmurs, worry pinching her brows together. Rose laughs, and her eyes prickle with burning tears.

“Lovers. Yeah. It’s been… gods, it’s been years now.” Her hand aches for the familiar weight of her dagger. Staring into its gleaming surface has always calmed her, always soothed the voices clamoring in her mind and focused her resolve. But her sheath is dangling from a hook meant to hang cloaks, and the battered hilts of her knives gleam dull and mocking by torchlight. And, also, maybe having a weapon in her hand during this conversation would give people the wrong idea. “Alisha, you’re a princess. The heir to the Diphda family. What the hell are you doing with an assassin in your bed?”

Nothing can stop the torrent of words now. It’s almost a relief to let the festering anxiety pour past her lips, Rose’s insecurities rearing their heads to snap at Alisha. “You could have something better. Someone better. Someone who doesn’t bust into your room smelling like Ladylake’s sewers and bleed all over the floor. Or upset you so much, or drag you out to fight hellions–not because she can’t handle the job, but because–” Rose takes a deep, shuddering breath. “–because she misses you but can’t even say it.”

She warbles out a laugh. “You’re just… so good, Alisha. And you’ve settled for a killer of a Shepherd who still wants to sink a knife into people’s throats when they piss her off. You deserve better than me, Alisha. I wish… I wish you’d hurry up and realize that.”

Rose doesn’t dare look up. She has the courage to dump years’ worth of rotting insecurities onto Alisha’s lap, but not enough to look at her face afterwards. Rose feels like an unfaithful spouse, slinking out of bed and back into her home, willing to do the deed but too fearful to–ah, fuck, she really needs to stop reading Lailah’s stupid novels. No matter how bored she is!

Alisha’s hands, warm and calloused and as familiar to Rose as the hilts of her daggers, grip her wrists. When Rose doesn’t respond, Alisha shifts and cups her face in her hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks. It’s soothing enough that Rose chances a glance at her.

Alisha’s eyes are swimming with tears. As much of a cryer as ever; Isylvia Amekia to the core. The sight finally breaks Rose, a tear trickling down her cheek, carefully wiped away by the pad of Alisha’s thumb.

“Rose,” Alisha says, voice tremulous. She takes a shuddering breath, lashes fluttering. “Rose, shall I slap you again?”

She stops breathing. “Uh?”

“Right here.” Alisha traces the curve of her cheekbone. “Just like in the Elaine Ruins.”

“What?! Wait, hang on, don’t slap me–!” On sheer instinct, Rose jerks away and holds up her arms to deflect an oncoming blow–but instead, Alisha pulls her in, enfolding her in an embrace that leaves them chest to chest. Rose stiffens, and every breath she takes pushes against Alisha. She swears she can feel her heart punching through her ribcage.

Alisha rubs circles into Rose’s back, the motion soothing despite the situation. Slowly, Rose unwinds, feeling a bit like a wild animal coaxed into taking food from someone’s hand. Alisha pulls away to kneel in the V of her legs–not an unfamiliar sight, though Rose doesn’t think that either of them were crying the last time they were in this position.

“Rose,” Alisha sighs, drying her cheeks with the heel of her hand. “Oh, Rose. How could anyone be better than you?” Rose doesn’t trust herself to say anything, and Alisha goes on, tracing senseless patterns on the outside of her thigh.

“You took on the burden of being a Shepherd in a time of chaos. You tried to look out for me after Maltran and after–” Alisha blinks rapidly, tears gathering at her lashes. “–after Sorey’s sacrifice. Everything you’ve done, you’ve done with the greater good in mind, and you care for me more than I thought anyone ever would. Rose, the better question is: how could I not love you?”

“You have bad taste?” Rose offers weakly. Alisha shakes her head, lips pressed tight with disapproval.

“I could marry a noble. Certainly, that is what my family would like.” Alisha scowls, like a storm cloud shadowing a sunny day. Her gaze pins Rose like a spear to the chest. “But Rose–no noble would have your character. No noble would have even half your goodness. And I speak from past experience when I say that no noble would love me as you do.

Alisha clutches Rose’s hands like a lifeline. “It doesn’t matter who I engage myself to, Rose. If it isn’t you, I would spend every moment pining for your heart.” Her freckled cheeks flare red, but Alisha powers through, as solidly determined as if she were orating a speech to the people of Hyland. “You are the Shepherd, and I don’t think that there is anything I could ever do or offer that would be sufficient repayment for the sacrifices that you’ve made to protect us.”

A hand grips Rose’s heart–repayment. Yeah, repayment. Years of pulling Alisha around, of having her charge into battle to clean up some mess that Rose should have been able to handle–and Alisha thinks that she needs to repay her for her selfishness?

As if sensing her thoughts, Alisha squeezes Rose’s hands a little too tightly to be comfortable. Her hands are clammy and her eyes welling with tears. “But before I am your Squire, I am your lover! And if you think that I’m going to let you say these things about yourself, you are sorely mistaken.”

“I think you’ve been reading too many of Lailah’s stupid romance novels, Princess.” Rose rubs her cheek against her shoulder, drying her tears with her shirt. A smile pulls at her lips, and Alisha’s face lights up at the sight–honestly, Rose swears that she could illuminate the entire manor, if she felt like it.

“Yes, well–don’t think I haven’t seen you sneaking some from my library. I believe Lady Edna and Lord Zaveid enjoy them as well.” Rose chuckles weakly, and Alisha goes on, as if her words could draw out Rose’s laughter like water from a well. “And… as overly sentimental as I may have seemed, I do treasure you, Rose. Truly.”

And yeah–Rose knows that. She does. If there’s one thing she doesn’t doubt, it’s that Alisha loves her. That Alisha loves Rose at all–that, she has an issue with. What kind of princess falls for the woman who tried to kill her? It’s foolish for an assassin to entertain such thoughts, but Rose’s hand spasms when she thinks about what could have been–that she could have snuffed out Hyland’s guiding light, a girl so good that she makes Rose want to be better and do better by being in her presence.

The voices have quieted over the years, but when Rose feeds her anxieties in the dead of night, they flare up and roar like one of Lailah’s most volatile flames, and Rose’s good sense burns under the assault.

But Rose can’t bear to admit that, not when Alisha is looking at her like her fate rests on the backs of whatever she’ll say next. She leans down and presses her lips to Alisha’s forehead, willing as much of her love–flawed as it is–into the kiss and praying to every power she knew that Alisha would understand.

“I love you too, you sap.” This time, it’s Rose’s turn to be gallant. She lifts Alisha’s hands and kisses every one of her knuckles, and Alisha lets out a huffing laugh, amused by the reversal. “Don’t think I say that enough, honestly.”

“Then I’ll say it enough for the both of us.” Alisha settles on her knees, wincing as the joints crack. “Besides, I can feel how much you care in everything you do for me. If you suddenly start showering me with words of love, I’d insist that Lord Mikleo or Lady Lailah check you for illness!”

“Wouldn’t that be fun to explain.” Rose leans against the wall, settling into her skin. Alisha sits at ease–she rests her cheek against Rose’s thigh, tracing aimless patterns on the back of her hand.

Rose feels–not better, exactly, but her fears aren’t breathing down her neck anymore. It’s like she’s had a bucket of ice water poured over her head during a hot day. Her thoughts are clearer and the anxiety curdling her innards has eased its iron grip.

She twists a lock of golden hair around her fingers, biting down a snort as it springs back into a perfect curl when she releases it. Even after years of waking up to a rumpled Alisha or even deliberately running her hands through her hair during wilder moments, Rose still doesn’t know the secret behind her ridiculous hair. Or maybe there isn’t a secret. Maybe her hair just stays that way because it’s Alisha.

Rose is about to ask, fiddling with the ribbon in Alisha’s ponytail, when someone knocks smartly and throws open the door.

“Your Highness, pardon the–oh, goodness.” One of newer members of Alisha’s squadron clutches at her chest, eyes wide. Her skin flares with a blush that’s almost as iridescent as Alisha’s. Rose cackles–it’d figure that Alisha’s squadron would take after their princess. The knight’s gaze fixes on her boots. “I–oh, oh goodness. Forgive me, I didn’t mean to interrupt–! P-Pardon.”

The poor girl bows out of the room, almost tripping in her eagerness to burn a hole into the floor. The door clicks shut, and Rose laughs when Alisha groans into their joined hands.

“I know your personal staff can keep secrets, but we’d better hope your knights are just as tight-lipped.” Rose wheezes as Alisha rises to sit beside her. A strong arm curls around her waist, pulling her in, and Rose rests her head against Alisha, shaking with laughter.

“Unfortunately, my knights gossip like clucking hens. But I don’t think this is something to worry about.” Alisha smiles, and even with her eyes puffy from crying add her nose tinged a faint red, she’s still so radiant. Melphis Amekia, Isylvia Amekia–her princess, her Alisha. Despite everything, Rose manages a smile at her own sappiness. “I… I’ve been meaning to ask you something, anyways. If you were amenable, would you consider going…?”

“–Steady?” Rose asks, unable to keep herself from teasing. “It’s a bit late to ask that, don’t you think?”

“Public,” corrects Alisha. She cocks her head, playful. “It’d be a relief to no longer fend off marriage proposals at every gala I attend…”

Rose’s heart hammers in her chest. She swallows, throat dry, and tries to match the cheery gleam in Alisha’s eye. “I dunno… princess and the heir to the Diphda family, together with some merchant? I think your citizens would have a few issues with their idol shacking up with someone like that.”  

“Not just a merchant, Rose.” Alisha bumps her nose against her cheek and seems delighted when Rose crinkles her nose. “But a Shepherd who fought to save us from the Age of Chaos, and one of most genuinely good people in all of Glenwood. As I said before–there is no one else who could make me half as happy as you do, and… and I want the world to know that.”  

Rose looks at their clasped hands, and then back at Alisha–still smiling, still radiant.

Melphis Amekia, Isylvia Amekia–her princess, her Alisha.

“I think we really need to stop reading Lailah’s books,” Rose says, leaning in to kiss the sweet curve of Alisha’s smile.

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