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Lian didn't know exactly what he had expected as an answer, but what Ulysses revealed to him was not what he could ever have imagined in his wildest dreams.

Turning the demonic into something useful.

Demons, at least the ones he knew, were fundamentally corrupt. There was no warmth, no love, no mercy in them. Once they had you in their clutches, the chance of escaping was slim to none.

“You think... that's possible?” Suddenly, new hope sprouted in Lian. His eyes literally sparkled with curiosity. “I would be able to turn evil into something... good? I would want to learn how.”

Ulysses remained standing for a moment, silent, as if weighing every word Lian had spoken. The image of a kingdom ruled by demons, of people willingly striking pacts for power, hit too close to home for comfort. He had seen what those deals cost. And he had made one himself, more than once.

“You’re not a burden,” he said quietly, with a certainty that didn’t waver. “Fear makes sense. Power like that… it doesn’t come without a price, even if you didn’t ask for it. But carrying that fear alone? That’s the real danger.”

Ulysses leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, his voice lowering just a notch, not ominous, but purposeful. “And if you stay close to me,” he added, "and if this thing inside you is tied to something old, something dark, then working with me won’t just help you survive it. It’ll teach you how to turn it to your advantage.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, unreadable but not unkind. “I don’t believe in wasted power. Only untamed power.”

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“He'll be delighted. And so will I, of course,” Conláed chuckled as Aedan handed him the supplies, especially the treats for Kas.

Before sitting down to eat with him, he stood up to shove one of the apples in his mouth. Kas made it clear that he wanted more by pressing his snout greedily against his hand. “Okay, just one more.” He wanted to save the rest for tomorrow.

Conláed greatly appreciated that Aedan was so willing to cook for them. In return, he wanted to set up their tent later.

Although they weren't talking to each other at the moment, their gestures spoke volumes. They hadn't known each other long, but things were going smoothly nonetheless. It was almost as if they were connecting on another level.

Where Conláed's eyes had previously been focused on the food Aedan was dividing up, his gaze now shifted to the man himself. How a small wrinkle formed between his eyes as he concentrated on not wasting anything. How his lips thinned for a moment.

When the prince noticed that he was staring, he immediately looked away, feeling a rush of heat in his cheeks.

“This looks even better than the first time,” he laughed, somewhat embarrassed as he beamed at his portion. “I love bread. It feels like I haven't eaten any in forever.”

It was bizarre to be out riding with someone who wasn’t either a member of the gang or a mark. Even then, marks usually remained around taverns. 

‘Look for yourself,' he said, showing him the selection. 'Some bread and a few oats. Stuff we can’t forage or hunt for ourselves.’ Aedan dismounted easily and offloaded some of the supplies. ‘And I nabbed a few wee apples for Kas.’ He tossed one from his concealed, deep pocket at Lian. 

He went on to set up a small fire. If only there was a way to rest without needing to go through so much effort. But soon he had a tea brewing and served their half rations, using torn off slices of bread as their dishes. 

He was so distracted by his own thoughts that he failed to notice how the air shifted. And he assumed that the eyes he felt on him belonged to his new friend.

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From Kleitos' words, Lian concluded that his blood apparently had healing powers. A trait that was part of his abilities as a demigod. Now it made sense that he had given him his pure blood when he was on the verge of death.

“Thank you...” he stated softly.

Kleitos had told him vaguely about his father. A man he surely wanted to see again just as much as Lian wanted to see his parents. Assuming they were still alive.

“If I concentrate really hard, I can already feel my powers returning,” he joked.

Then Lian's expression became serious again. “What happened that caused you to almost die?”

Supported by Kleitos, it was easier for him to sit upright, nodding in agreement with his words.

When the contents of the drink reached his nostrils, Lian could smell something like wine. Only when he used his hand to tip and drink it did he taste something else. It wasn’t pure wine, but mixed with something else. Salt?

At least he was glad it didn’t taste like what Kleitos had poured down his throat right after the attack.

When he had drunk all of it, he tipped the vessel back, wiping the remains from his lips with the back of his hand. He eyed the other man curiously. “What was that?”

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boys were made to be held, they were made for you to wrap your arms around their waist and hold them so tightly while you kiss their neck. trust me on this

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“we don’t have to talk, just sit with me” is a love language

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“Rainy Summer Day” by | Heiko Gerlicher

Franconian Forest, Bavaria, Germany

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cleo's garden

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Chateau de la Mothe-Chandeniers, France (by Patrick)

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

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When Zach let go of his hand, Lian immediately looked up. In his gaze lay confusion, wondering if he had done something he shouldn't have. But not holding hands after what they had done at the party didn't make sense.

But Lian also saw in the other's eyes that he wanted to say something, but left it unsaid. Nevertheless, his finger stroked his wrist.

Zach said what he would like to do, but held back. It didn't occur to Lian that it might be because they were in public. And not in the privacy of a room where they had no one else to worry about and no one could watch them.

“But... you're not doing it.” Lian tried to understand, didn't want to push him.

Zach laughed and shook his head as he replied "You'll learn!" with so much certainty that it probably served as the most accurate description of Doom. The dog never missed any slip-ups; his ears were unforgiving. Before Zach got him, he was sure that dog owners were overly dramatic and exaggerated everything about spelling out words and having to find new "signs" for words when their dog seemed to pick them up.

He only hummed in agreement as they walked, mostly focused on not letting Doom wander too far, where Zach wouldn't see what he was doing, but Lian's touch redirected his attention completely. "I guess it's safe to say that about this party. I've had... fun too." His smile widened and he returned the squeeze, but then gently let go of the other's hand. With an apologetic look, he ran his index finger up Lian's wrist. It was late and relatively dark, but the worry that someone would see them returned. Zach knew his reaction wasn't the most desired one and was hoping Lian would stay despite it.

"It's not cheesy," he chuckled. "Thank you for today." Zach swallowed and lowered his voice a bit more. "This is where I'd kiss you."

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can we just stay in bed, fuck and cuddle and kiss for like 2 weeks