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@paramoure sandrone said "if you die, i'll kill you." to columbina
sandroneโs bed had always been the ideal napping spot, the temperature was always perfect and her bedding was so fluffy and soft. she wasnโt sure why she would always get angry with her when anyone could fall asleep so easily in here. for columbina though it was also sandrone that lulled her to sleep, even if she wasnโt in the room directly her presence lingered. it was the way her perfume seemed to be embedded on every surface and how the smell of her coffee or tea mixed with the scent of the treats she had that day wafted through the room. all of these things were familiar and homely enough to her that she felt at ease here in her room.
with her knowing she will fade away soon if she doesnโt make it back home to the moon, she found her way here to sleep in her bed one last time and it had been just as she remembered. however, there was one thing that was different. when she woke up, sandrone was beside her, she could feel the energy from her within arms reach. a small smile bloomed on her face when sandrone spoke. columbina couldnโt see her, but she always imagined what sandrone would look like, especially when she spoke in that tone towards her. she conjured up a vision of the expression she wore and wondered if there was any accuracy to it. her voice was still sleepy as she spoke, โhm, how would you kill me if iโm already dead?โ her smile grew a tad bigger and she poked sandroneโs side, โsandrone? is this your way of telling me youโll miss me if i disappear?โ
columbina always seemed to have her own special way of getting under sandrone's skin. the lingering was number one on the list of things that did to annoy her. the moon maiden always found her way back to sandrone's bed. it seemed even now in her weak state, she resorted back to old habits from her time in the fatui. they've spent countless nights like this. columbina sneaking into her room and the two of them sharing a much gentler form of their usual banter. only this time, it feels different. something's shifted and beneath that cold exterior she puts on, sandrone is terrified.
she only huffs at the first question before falling silent as fingers prod at her side. the reality of columbina's situation is sinking in and this could very well be the last time they spend a quiet night together. โ interpret it however you please, โ she waves a hand in the air dismissively before sitting at the edge of the bed, arms folding across her chest. she keeps her gaze averted, but she knows columbina is sporting a wide grin based on her tone alone. even now, columbina still seemed to enjoy finding new ways to make sandrone flustered. something about that never changing made her chest ache. โ you just better stay alive or else plenty of people will be suffering the consequences. โ
deleted absolutely everything except for threads with my gf. i can breathe.
@starbind , march ; โ why canโt i come with you? โ
dan heng doesnโt answer right away. his steps slow to a stop and the soft crunch of leaves beneath boots fade as he turns slightly, just enough to look at her over his shoulder. the hesitation in his gaze is only there for a split second before itโs quickly smoothed over into his usual composed and distant demeanor. still, there's no hiding the tension he carries on his shoulders.
โ because it isnโt a place meant for you, โ he says at last. his voice is low and controlled, but there's a gentleness that always seems to slip out whenever he was speaking to march. his hand tightens around his spear as if grounding himself in something real rather than focusing on every outcome that ran through his mind โ all of them never ending well for either them. her staying behind was the only way to keep both of them safe. โ i wonโt risk dragging you into something uncertain. โ
he turns now, fully facing march and for a moment, his gaze drifts from hers ; as if looking at her directly will crumble his resolve. eyes linger on the ground for all of three seconds before lifting again to meet hers. there's something soft behind his gaze, something he hasn't quite spoken out loud to her yet. โ if something happens . . . โ he starts, then stops himself, the rest of the thought left unsaid. his jaw tightens slightly and he exhales through his nose to steady himself. โ stay here . . . itโs not a request i make lightly, โ there's another brief silence that settles between them before he adds, quieter this time, โ . . . do this for me, please. โ
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@demonidol
it wasnโt unusual for periods to be a few days late, so initially rumi didnโt panic. then a week had gone by and the nerves started setting in. she convinced herself it was fine, itโs happened before; sheโll start a week late and be on a new schedule for her cycle. but now it was nearing the end of the second week and still no period. she checked the period tracker app on her phone religiously for the past week, trying to see if she mistakenly put in the wrong dates last month. if she was pregnant there were multiple things to consider; huntrix, the general public knowing, celineโs reaction, and jinu. though out of everything, jinu was the least she was worried about. he wouldnโt abandon her and even if he wanted to he technically canโt considering she has his soul.
her stomach tangled itself into knots and if she wasnโt so anxious she would have said something smart to jinu. a sigh, โthatโs not what i meant.โ she moved from the bathroom doorway and climbed back into bed. โi definitely donโt have any plans on going out in public today.โ laying on her side facing jinu, she wrapped the blankets tightly around herself as if she could hide herself from the world. โmy period is late, two weeks late.โ
@starbind
jinu doesnโt respond right away. at first, it almost seems like it didnโt register in his mind. his thumb still idly scrolling for a second longer before the words catch up to him and the movement stops, screen dimming in his hand. โ . . . two weeks? โ his voice is quieter now, no longer containing the teasing tone it held earlier. he sets his phone down on his chest but doesnโt look at her immediately, like heโs giving himself a second to think โ really think โ before reacting.
his gaze finally shifts to rumi after a brief moment of silence. he keeps his expression neutral, as he's already worked through every scenario in mind and he's now focused on a more logical explanation before jumping to any conclusions right away. โ okay . . . thatโs not nothing, but itโs not a guarantee either. stress can mess with it. i mean, you've been so busy lately working on huntrix's next comeback, โ he pushes himself up slightly against the headboard, one hand absently dragging down his face before resting there.
โ have you had any other symptoms? โ his voice is softer now, as he watches her curl up next to him. a hand reaches out to gently tuck strands of loose hair behind her ear before resting his palm against her skin, thumb stroking against her cheek. โ . . . have you taken a test yet? โ

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@paramoure for silver wolf
of course kafka wouldnโt help him, he was stupid for even asking her in the first place. after she laughed and shut the door in his face he needed to come up with a new plan to avoid callie. she was lingering in the living room and he would bet she was waiting for him. these days it felt like she was everywhere he went, around every corner, in every room, just waiting to taunt him. the ship was so big and yet felt immensely small with her around. he needed to pass her in order to go anywhere else otherwise he would be stuck in front of kafkaโs door until it was safe. there was only one option he had left it seemed.
taking a deep breath, he quickly left kafkaโs wing and headed for the living room. he made sure to make no eye contact with callie and to not stop for anything. he continued speed walking to silver wolfโs room because he didnโt think it was beneath callie to go searching for him in his own room. maybe heโs paranoid but he swears he can hear footsteps in the distance. not bothering with knocking he bursts through silverโs door and quickly locks it behind him. โi need you to hide me for the foreseeable future.โ he makes himself comfortable on silver wolfโs bed as if he plans on staying there for a while. โiโll buy you whatever you want for your cooperation.โ
silver wolf doesn't look up as he bursts into her room unannounced. the glow of her screen reflects off her glasses as her fingers continue their rapid taps against the keyboard. as the door slams and she hears the sound of the lock clicking into place, she only sighs. โ you know, most people knock before initiating a side quest, โ after a moment, the game is paused and she swivels her chair to finally catch him making himself comfortable on her bed as if he's paying rent to be there. it's arguably the most pathetic she's seen him yet.
โ is the legendary bladie โ wanted immortal criminal and walking boss battle โ hiding in my room because of a girl? โ an amused grin slowly spreads across her face as she leans back in her chair, legs crossing as she watches him. she didn't need him to confirm that callie was the reason for him hiding out in her room. she could tell just by his demeanor and it was amusing to see him like this. blade had rarely showed any emotion other than anger, and that usually revolved around a certain member of the astral express. โ whatever i want? โ she hums, pausing for a moment and tapping at her chin as if contemplating the offer. โ tempting . . . but first, tell me why you're hiding from callie and maybe i'll consider your offer. โ
@unholi mitsuki said "i won't lose you again." to aya
her heart beats erratically as she slowly sits up from mitsukiโs smoke infused couch. the couch her and mitsuki had sex on last night after their friendโs wedding. then proceeded to spend the rest of the night curled up in each otherโs arms as they slept. the smell of cigarettes clings to the blanket pressing against her bare skin as well as her hair. aya finds it a little too comforting and that realization scares her somewhat. she knew she still harbored feelings for her ex girlfriend, but didnโt realize all it would take to reconnect was seeing each other again face to face.
if she wasnโt naked under the blanket she would have stood up. instead she casts a look of disbelief at mitsukiโs way and scoffs. โit took you eight years to decide that? it took a night of sex with me for you to decide that?โ
of course aya felt the same, but upon waking up she intended to keep those feelings to herself. not just because she feared mitsuki didnโt feel the same, but because sheโs afraid of getting her heart broken by the same girl who destroyed it the first time. itโs been eight years since theyโve been together, surely they werenโt even the same people anymore. but last nightโฆaya definitely felt like she was with the mitsuki she knew and loved all those years ago.
the smell of cigarettes was dull to mitsuki's senses. it was a scent she was far too familiar with, and in that moment it was secondary to aya's perfume โ something soft and feminine that always made mitsuki feel a little weak. she had been lying awake for a while now. eyes glued to the ceiling, arms wrapped aya, and her mind swimming with far too many thoughts for her to comprehend. all she knew is that something finally felt right. like everything she had felt was missing from her had returned all at once.
i won't lose you again . . . the words had been spoken barely above a whisper. like it was a promise she was making just for herself and hadn't expected aya to hear. contrary to what aya had assumed, it hadn't taken eight years and one night back in bed with her for mitsuki to decide that she had made a mistake. it was that very day when things came to end that mitsuki had realized just how royally she had fucked everything up.
the breakup had been amicable. long distance wasn't working out for either of them and between mitsuki's busy schedule and the time difference, it felt like they barely spoke to each other. so they decided to end it before they started to resent each other. at least if they couldn't be together, they could at least keep their friendship. that same night when she went to bed in her shitty apartment in southern california is when it finally dawned on her that this was all her fault.
even if it were amicable, she new that her decision to move to america without aya was what truly ruined things between them. even if her career were to take off and she made a name for herself here, nothing would ease the guilt she felt and fill that hole beneath her ribcage. she could have swallowed her pride and called aya that very night โ pour her heart out, beg for forgiveness. but she couldn't bring herself to face the fact that she had broken aya's heart. her own heartache she could handle, but knowing she had caused aya so much pain was something she couldn't handle.
โ no, โ she replied as an arm stretched out, blindly searching the pack of cigarettes she left on the side table next to the couch. when mitsuki found them, she pulled one out, lighting it and taking a long drag before speaking again. โ it took me stepping onto that plane eight years ago. โ
@mooncores , cade ; ๐ฟ๐
christmas has always been a particularly unpleasant time for sunny. as a child, he was lucky if his father even allowed his mother to give him a gift. any holiday where gifts were involved were solely reserved for minhee to the be center of their father's attention, and after their mother passed, that isolation only worsened for sunny. it isn't until he's integrated into carter's pack that he experiences holidays how they're supposed to be celebrated.
the calvin home is something out of a ralph lauren ad in a homestyle magazine. it's the type of cozy and well-coordinated decor full of warm, incandescent lighting that you would only see in christmas movies. it's a stark difference compared to the colorless minimal decor that would plague his family's home this time of year. here, it really felt like a home instead of a cold, sterile cage.
he almost gets lost in the moment, eyes trailing from stockings above the fire place to the soft glow from the obscenely large tree that nearly stretches to the ceiling. it isn't until he feels a hand resting on his lower back that his attention is pulled away from the tree. glancing up at cade, he realized his eyes weren't on him, but on a mistletoe hanging above them. his gaze flickers between the mistletoe and cade's face for a moment, heat rising to his cheeks when the pieces start coming together in his mind. he's only ever seen this tradition in movies or tv shows, he never thought it was something people actually did. โ i can't kiss you if you don't bend down โ
she willed herself to not roll her eyes and protest because the fact of the matter is jinu has been polite. save the very first time they met when he bumped into her and took her juice, but sheโs letting that pass since she let him distract her. heโs been nice and oddly enough rumi has been enjoying his company and talking to him. even his teasing, though it sometimes got under her skin, was charming. maybe there was something wrong with her or it was the demon part of her reaching out and begging for companionship with someone who understands.
โmy intentions? thatโs hilarious coming from you. i have more to lose than you do in this world, i think my intentions are clear enough.โ she only wishes she knew his intentions; heโs been keeping her secret about her patterns, but why? maybe it didnโt matter to her too much considering she keeps seeing him time and time again. he was special, jinu probably knew that and wanted her to say it. but admitting that to him would only boost his ego and embarrass her. โas for the dates,โ she gives him a dry look. โi have a whole list of men lined up to meet. youโre date three and date four is later tonight.โ if only he knew rumi has never been on a date in her life. she can practically hear him teasing her about it already.
her eyes linger on him when heโs no longer looking at her, but at the whale shark before them and takes note of it. she also takes note of his long eyelashes that she may be a little envious of. along with the stray piece of hair that is falling in front of his eye, her hands curl to fists so she doesnโt move it out of the way. the way she feels when looking at himโฆshe was in big trouble. she looks away again and lets his words settle. a blush starts rising to her cheeks and she quickly moves her braid to the side where jinu stands, hoping to hide it. โi guess that means you like hanging out with me too then.โ
โ oh, so this is a date then? โ out of everything she said, that was the only part he latched onto. jinu knew she wasn't being serious, just returning the banter. this constant back and forth between them every time they would meet up had become entertaining for him. there was also some part of him โ deep down that he won't admit to any time soon โ that looked forward to it. he liked how rumi held her own against him. she never backed down and gave him just as much sass, maybe even more, in return.
โ a whole list of men lined up, huh? โ he questions with a brow raised. slow and unconvinced, like heโs savoring every word sheโs just handed him. his arms fold over his chest as he angles his body toward her. not fully, just enough to make it clear she has his attention now more than the whale shark does. โ then iโm honored you managed to squeeze me in between your very busy dating schedule. โ
thereโs a beat where he watches her, eyes flicking to the braid she not so subtly moved to hide her face. he caught the blush. she should know by now he never misses anything. the corner of his mouth lifts and it's soft, but undeniably smug. โ but if iโm date number three, โ he continues, leaning slightly closer so his voice drops just enough for only her to hear over the hum of the aquarium's background noise, โ you should probably know iโm terrible at sharing. โ
he straightens again, eyes drifting back to the whale shark as if he didnโt just say something so bold to her. โ . . . and yeah, โ he starts, his tone softening into something quieter, more genuine. it's the kind of honesty he only ever let's slip when she isnโt looking directly at him. โ i guess i do like hanging out with you. โ then before she can react and catch him being sincere, he gives her a sideways glance and adds with that infuriating little half-smirk: โ donโt let it go to your head. โ
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@starbind , satoru ; "if you loved me enough you would have stayed"
every time they meet up, it ends up the same way. satoru would try anything, say anything that will get suguru to reconsider his choices. nothing between them has ever been simple. it's always a cat and mouse game, one of them always vying for the other's attention. it was the same way back in school too. there was something magnetic about them, pushing and pulling, a constant cycle of them getting into petty arguments but making up by the end of the day. only now they're adults, and this is much more than some petty high school argument. now the difference in their philosophies meant life or death for innocent non-sorcerers. now instead of making up and moving on, their heated arguments would lead to sex โ and in the morning, suguru would wake up to an empty bed and regrets before satoru returns in another six months to repeat this new cycle they found themselves in.
this time, however, truly feels like the last. three years of this toxic dance between them and not once has satoru ever brought into question suguru's feelings for him. suguru had assumed it was an unspoken truth that there was still love there between them despite neither of them ever saying those three words to each other. it made him wonder just how long satoru was under the impression that he never loved him enough. "that's not fair. you know exactly why neither of us has tried killing each other these past three years." even now, he can't bring himself to say it. it almost felt like it was too late and that if he uttered those words, satoru would just shrug him off and call him a liar. "if you loved me enough you would have followed," it's a low blow, even for him, but it's the only ammunition he has that would truly hurt satoru just as much as that accusation hurt him.
"why do you keep coming back? if i don't love you enough, then why do you keep crawling back to me?" he tries his best to keep his voice from rising, not wanting to wake the twins sleeping in the next room. no matter how heated their arguments have gotten, suguru has never raised his voice at him until now. "you keep coming back and now you want to accuse me of not loving you? it's pathetic, satoru."

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@starbind , kaveh ; "get out here and tell me what youโve done with our cat, you narcissistic, backstabbing wanker!"
haitham pinches the bridge of nose with an exasperated sigh. even his noise-cancelling headphones can't drown out the sound of kaveh's boisterous shouting coming from the living room. he exits their bedroom, headphones now resting around his neck as he makes his way to the living room only to find kaveh kneeling on the floor, head pressed to the ground as he searches under the couch. "why do you automatically assume that it's me who has done something to mehrak? have you even checked underneath your bed?" he doesn't remember the last time he's seen kaveh go into his own room. what started as kaveh crawling into haitham's bed in the middle of the night after drinking has now become part of their norm. much like how every part of his mind was consumed by kaveh, his room and bed were now taken over by him as well.
he gives another sigh and walks over to the other couch opposite of kaveh, bending down to look underneath for any sign of mehrak. haitham had been opposed when kaveh first came home with her. he knew giving in and letting him keep the cat would be a slippery slope. if he agreed to a cat, then that meant kaveh seeing haitham's home as his home too. mehrak had been the beginning of them blurring the lines between roommates and something more. "she's not under here." sitting back up, he glances over at kaveh to see the panic rising in him. he knew kaveh was holding back tears and it tugged at his heart to see him in such a state. "i'm sure she's just found a new place in the house to hide. it's not like either of us let her outside, she'd rather stay inside anyways," he stands and walks over to kaveh, holding out his hand to help him to his feet, "come on, let's go look in your room."
@cryfor , aya ; "i am this close away from strangling you"
"threatening me won't change the fact that i'm right," kenma quips without looking up from his phone, fingers still tapping away at the screen. since starting university, kenma had mainly kept to himself, not really interacting with anyone in his classes unless necessary. so when a particularly nasty flu had kenma asking to borrow aya's notes from the days he missed in class, it came as a surprise to himself when the two began forming a friendship.
it started out as them studying together and quickly led to where they are now: aya sprawled out on the couch in the living area of his apartment, kenma sitting on the floor, and some band he's never heard of playing in the background. since the start of their friendship, kenma has become accustomed to letting her put on music whenever they hang out or play games together. all of it was unfamiliar to him as her taste was mainly western music and he could barely understand a word of it.
"all you have to do is ask her," he finally puts down his phone after finishing a reply to a groupchat with his former teammates. glancing up at her, his gaze remained soft, sympathizing with her current dilemma. this is another habitual part of their hangouts. while aya was almost always bringing up mitsuki, at some point those mentions will turn into something sour. he noticed she had a penchant for overthinking and he would be the one to talk her off the ledge. "the worst she'll say is no, and i doubt she would even say that," he paused, studying her for a moment as he carefully thought over his words, "it's not like you're asking her to marry you, you're just asking her to move in,"