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[mothscotch]

yo guys writing is fun actually

how do i do it

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You’re party enters an abandoned town. Traders supposedly passing through never arrived to their destinations and numbers of families have ceased correspondence. Its just another job and you have all witnessed far to much death to both with grief. The guard lay in battered armor and bodies line the streets. You kick up dust and inhale the decay blanketing the town as you've done again and again. There is no importance in death anymore, and the thrill of adventure is all that tethers you as you pick through destroyed homes. Stores with their product mashed and tossed. Exactly as expected.

Wandering into a home dishes are upset and  you pay no mind stepping over undiscernible bodies. Faceless, nameless things. It’s not till finding a  gorgeously ornate leather bound book tucked behind a bed frame that you give pause. It’s beautifully crafted, clearly expensive. You’ve seen so many tomes in your time that the pickling intent of knowledge immediately stirs within you. Finally, answers, your a lead, mysteries to be unwoven. You open to the first page.

A journal. Clearly loved and worn with margin notes and doodles. So unlike the many other records you’ve read. Something so personal. Not a record. Still, as you skim the pages you wonder when the turn will happen. At what point the writer realized their town would succumb, that they themselves would decay. Will it be  slow descent into despair? Or perhaps a sudden hurried last remark left for you alone to find. 

There's something curious about I. The writing isn't very good. Its personal and diligent but lacks grammatical correctness and incorporates too much slang. It’s boring and ordinary in ways life has never been for you, and perhaps that is why you don’t just skip to the last pages. She talks about her birthday party, and her brother sneaking out, gossiping with her friends and mourns her love life at the age of 13. It’s juvenile and yet you hold on, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The ash that lay over the town and the blood coating the streets is suddenly an afterthought as you reach a blank page.  Barely a third of the pages used up. The final entry recounting the girls excitement to play in the creek, how her friends pushed played n the water. Its so utterly ordinary that you feel your breath hitch for a moment. Confused, you flip rapidly through the rest of the pages. She must have skipped some, or left her final words hidden in the notes-

Nothing. No indication the girl ever saw her diary after that day in the creek. So reason to believe she saw what was coming. No final words.

And isn’t that terrifying, to think no one will know how you felt in your final moments.

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Pattonella!AU(The Third Night)

Sander Sides Fic AN: Scene from the Pattonella!Au by @teacupfulofstarshine ;)

Warnings: panic, kisses, worrying? IDk how tagging works?

Word Count: 1663

The second Patton and Virgil arrive they’ve an unspoken agreement to split up. A twinkle in theirs eyes and a rush in their steps and they go their separate ways. Patton’s shoes click as he rushes into the main ballroom looking excitedly around for the youngest prince. As he bounces on his tiptoes looking for his lover a tap on his shoulder alerts him. He spins around to greet the jovial faced prince, both men with a striking eagerness in their eyes. They smile. Roman offers his hand and Patton takes it as a light blush dusts his cheeks like each night before. Patton giggles earning Roman’s own dashin white smile in return. Onlookers have become used to the prince’s infatuation the past few nights. Some still stare, but most simply sweep themselves through the room with partners. The dazzling gold that lights the room is breathtaking.

“I was hoping, my dear, that we may perhaps first take a walk in the gardens this night. Since it will be the last of the ball i wanted it to be special,” He brings Patton's knuckles to his lips, brushing them with a kiss. Pattons entire body feels alight at the action and he can do no more than swallow down anything he might have been able to say and smile a smile gushing with adoration. He nods. Roman slips his arm around Patton's waist and leads him to the gardens.

As they approach Roman looks over at Patton whose awestruck expression reminds him of the first night he saw him. The night he was sure he found his other half.

“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever met,” Roman murmurs softly, brushing some hair from Patton's face. The blue suited boy flushes  with an embarrassed smile as he replies;

“Clearly you’ve never looked unto a mirror then, Prince Roman,”

Roman could feel the scarlet burn fill him-not just his face but his hands and heart and stomach and every inch of him. He felt stunningly warm and for a moment Patton’s smile faltered-scarred he’d done something wrong. Roman reaches under his incredibly fine white and gold jacket- accented with fine velvet reds. Patton feels a little well of instinctual fear and he almost pulls away from the prince. Roman reveals an impeccable gold medallion necklace engraved with both the royal crest and Roman’s personal one etched on each respective side. Carefully, he hands it to Patton. The shorter in blue is awestruck and a little mortified if he's being honest. He cant take something like this from the prince! As he looks back at Roman he can see the unadulterated love  in the young prince’s eyes that earnestly want Patton to take his gift.The medallion being held between the two gently but either refusing to take full hold of it.

“Your highness! This is very sweet but I-” Patton balks. “I simply can’t take this from you-I can’t repay it!”

Roman’s eyes grow worried and strained as Patton started, but softened considerably. He smiles, inching even a little closer to Patton.

“Theres is one way you could repay me-” He gently brings one of his hands up to cup Patton's cheek, leaning forward so his lips are meer millimeters apart. Patton can feel his heart thudding in his chest as he eyes grow wider, his mouth slightly agape and his blush thickening.

“May I?”

“You may-”

Patton leans in pressing his lips softly to the royal, his hands fully encase the medallion-holding it so forcefully to his chest he feels as though he might just merge with it. Roman’s other hand snakes its way around Patton’s waist, pulling them closer together and he deepens the kiss. They pull apart briefly for air and when they look into eachothers eyes all they can see are stars. Roman never understood his brothers infatuation with the night sky but at this moment he can see why those twinkling lights are so beautiful.  They say nothing, only leaning in for a second time.

Meanwhile, Virgil had taken no time in seeking out  the middle prince and letting him lead the race to the palace library. Virgil wanted to get started playing chess as soon as possible because by golly he was gonna finish the game and he was gonna win. The game starts as usual, the two exchanging banter along the way. It’s a close game and the two couldn't deny their anticipation as they leaned into the table- darting eyes calculating every move the others makes. The time is closing in before the evenings final dance as the minutes approach and the adrenaline builds Virgil’s hand sweeps the board as a grand smile spreads his face. A smile so rare and priceless it looks so beautifully crafted upon his face as he jumps up and shouts;

“Checkmate!”

A moment of surprise carries itself as Virgil’s outburst scares even himself. He looks at Logan’s surprised face and there's not a tick before the prince’s face grows a smile of its own as he begins to laugh lovingly. Virgil can only stare in a splendid awe at the most beautiful man he’s ever seen with a laugh that rivals even Patton’s heartfelt giggles in purity that Virgil just can’t help himself. He reaches across the table, cupping Logan’s face and upsetting the remaining pieces on the board as he shoves them into a kiss.

The kiss lasts barely a moment as Logan is too stunned to respond and  Virgil’s realised what he’s done and promptly backed off, stumbling over and upsetting his chair. The colour drains from his face is pure shocking horror, his limbs trembling in fear because he just kissed the prince without permission.

He can’t bare to look at Logan’s blushing face and he feels his heart jolt as he hears Logan’s chair screaming against the floorboards as the prince stands. Virgil keeps his head down as he tries to calm his heart rate, Logan’s slow, calm steps approaching him. Virgil can only muster a single step backwards into the bookshelf before Logan’s hands catch his wrist and softly come to hold his cheek. Virgil flinches a little, Logan lifting Virgil’s chin to look at him. That moment alone Virgil can see the raw, earnest, passionate gaze Logan has beset upon him and that’s all it takes for the blood to rush back to Virgil’s face. Logan swiftly leaning Virgil against the bookshelf as he takes another kiss. They lean away a moment, looking at eachother, then going in for another, and another, and another.

Logan sighs, his eyes spotting the clock as he makes himself pull away. Both men bright faced still hold each other close.

“It will soon be time for the final dance, we should go down to the ballroom,”

“O-oOf course!” Virgil stutters out, still reeling from the affection. Logan smiles at him a small sincere smile as he reaches to the upset chess table and snatches the black queen-promptly tucking it into the front pocket of Virgil’s suit. Virgil stares and blinks in confusion. Logan chuckles lovingly.

“A keepsake of this evening. I hope you will accept it.”

Virgil gulps but smiles feverishly and nods politely. Logan smiles, linking his arm wioth Virgils. The man in purple, just before leaving the room, steals on last kiss. One final kiss to savour before him and Patton are stuck  under Dorians reign again. One last kiss to last an eternity. They descend to the ballroom.

Once down Virgil and Patton spot one another, both smiling and ready to make the most of this last night. Roman quickly sweeps Patton off to dance in a grand flamboyant motion that leaves Pat giggling and blushing. Virgil takes note of the gold medallion  Patton wears and can only wonder. Logan is greeted by a few guests and especially aristocrats who’ve taken into trying to coax him into dancing with them. He brushes them off with a polite but curt dismissal as he turns back to Virgil and offers his hand.  He still can’t help his blush as he takes the offer an the two begin to sweep themselves around the room. Not in the same loud mannar as Roman and Patton, but happy nonetheless. Virgil’s feels a jolt of pride as he notices Dorian looking especially frustrated with the dismissal he and other patrons received at Logans hand.

That pride quickly dissipates minutes later as the resounding ringing of a large clock notifies both Virgil and Patton of the time; Midnight. Virgil feels his blood run cold as he suddenly realises just how tired he feels. He snaps his neck to see Patton staring straight back at him-Roman worriedly asking whats wrong as Logan begins to as well. At the same time the men push away from the royals with snappy apologies they run to greet one another  as Virgil feels the strain on his body. He grabs patton’s arm and the two make quick haste as they dash from the scene. But with both princes hot on their tracks and the many guests blocking their way Virgil just can’t hold it anymore. The glamour keeping them anonymous has dropped and Patton locks eyes with a snarling Dorian and he just knows that everything that they’ve done the past few nights is going to crash around them when they return home. Patton gasps as the tears start flowing and he can feel in chest tighten in pure terror and Virgil has to pull him along as the snobby patrons gasp away-their suits glamour revealing the shredded clothes they really adorn. Virgil hasn't turned around. He can feel his heart hammering as the gravity of the situation sets in but he can’t do anything but run with Patton in tow.  

The Sanders estate feels cold and homeless-even more than usual. The two collapse in the main lobby, sobbing hysterically into eachothers arms because what will Dorian do to them when he returns.

The prince’s can only stand in shocked horror, side by side, as they watch the loves of their lives disappear into the night.

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