whenever vessel whispers in songs like in the summoning or ascensionism it gives me actual chills and i just have to sit for a minute to absorb it. mr token the first you can't keep doing this to me i'm only one man
✿ cw ; sfw // fantasy au; knight ii + rogue iii, enemies to lovers, miscommunications, love confessions, first times.
✿ chapter specific warnings —mentions of blood + injury, verbal arguments, possible disassociation, mutual misunderstandings, over-the-top hateful character. this one might be a hard read, but i do promise that this is tagged hurt/comfort for a reason!!+ 3.0k words.
CHAPTER THREE — iii.
“No.” III whispers, though II can see the way the rogue’s brows are furrowed from behind his mask. There’s a shadow cast over his features, parts of the man’s face where the moon simply can’t reach with her glowing lips. “‘M not shutting up until we either finish cleanin’ up all that crusty fuckin’ blood, or you tell me why my guts aren’t your favorite cup’a tea.”
II doesn’t like this; he doesn’t know what to do. III is close now — so agonizingly fucking close that II can feel the man’s hazy breath through the combined might of both their damn masks — and II just doesn’t know what to do.
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— gosh! this chapter was such a doozy to plan and write out! i'm really so out of my element when it comes to writing arguments, but i think that's why i'm having so much fun with this challenge as well! :) luckily, this is pretty much the extent of the genuinely unkind arguing session i wanted to write, so the last couple of chapters aren't as venomous as this one was, haha!
Sorry I can't talk rn I am yet again bugging over the fact that vessel really rhymed "body language" with "blissful anguish" like?!??! THE PEN GAME. IS ON LEVEL 9000.
✿ cw ; sfw // fantasy au; knight ii + rogue iii, enemies to lovers, miscommunications, love confessions, first times.
✿ chapter specific warnings — mentions of blood + injury, hate dynamics, negative power dynamics, over-the-top hateful character, most of these warnings apply to this work's featured monster, ascensionism. NOT regarding ii or iii. + 2.7k words.
CHAPTER ONE — i.
“I told you-” II heaves suddenly as his voice comes out cracked and hoarse; he clears his throat and tries again. “I told you to stop looking at me like that.”
(II doesn’t need to see clearly to know that III’s staring down at him with those stupid big doe eyes of his—wide, vulnerable, and ever-perceptive.)
“Yeah, I guess.” III mumbles through the cloth of his mask, his twitching seemingly contagious as even the hand that’s posed borderline protectively over II’s hip seems to grow restless. “But I also told you that you’re bleedin’ more than you’re breathin’ and you still haven’t done shit about that.”
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— hello, hello! :D and welcome to more of my silly little fantasy au, haha! i've had a lot of fun with this silly little piece + i'm exploring splitting my fics up into chapters! :D i know i promised myself to wait until i had fully finished the fic before i started publishing any part of it, but i was just getting so excited i couldn't stand it! :) but! pretty much everything is done, i'm just wrapping up the final bits and chunks in the final chapter :) regardless, i hope you enjoy! ♡