a girl in love with the wrong world

They’ve always hugged, but lately those hugs linger just a beat too long.

Sharing a bed during a trip—neither of them sleeps much because they’re too aware of the other’s presence.

Accidentally slipping into couple habits (buying each other food, remembering their exact coffee order, fixing their collar, etc.).

Friends teasing them for acting like a couple… and both of them freezing because it hits a little too close.

One notices the other’s dating profile and feels irrationally territorial.

The line between “friendly banter” and “flirting” has gotten blurry.

A partner/bystander points it out bluntly: “You know they’re in love with you, right?”

A fight about boundaries—because one of them wants more, but is terrified of losing the friendship.

A drunken kiss that neither of them can stop thinking about.

Everyone else assumes they’re together already… and they can’t quite correct them.

“Do you have any idea what it does to me when you look at me like that?”

“You’re supposed to be my safe place, not the reason my chest feels like it’s going to explode.”

“We can’t—God, we can’t cross that line.”

“Say it. Say you don’t feel it too, and I’ll drop it.”

“You don’t get to touch me like that and still call it friendship.”

“Stop smiling at me like I’m yours.”

“If this is just friendship, then why can’t I breathe when you’re this close?”

“You’re going to ruin me, and you don’t even know it.”

“One more second like this, and I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll believe you.”

“Don’t kiss me like that and pretend it means nothing.”

“We’re not supposed to do this. We’re not supposed to feel this.”

“I’d rather lose my mind than lose you, and right now I think I’m losing both.”

“Do you want me to beg? Is that what this is?”

“If we cross this line, nothing will ever be the same. And God help me, I still want to.”

“If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Friends don’t ache when the other leaves the room. So what does that make us?”

“Tell me to go, and I will. Please—say something before I do something we can’t take back.”

“Don’t call me your best friend when you’re looking at me like I’m more.”

“If this is nothing, then why does it feel like everything?”

“You don’t get it, do you? Every time you smile at me, it feels like a promise.”

“You’re in my head all the time, and it’s killing me. Friends aren’t supposed to feel like this.”

“If we cross this line, you’re not just my friend anymore. You’re my downfall.”

“You’re standing too close.”

“Do you even know what you’re doing to me right now?”

“Stop making me want something I can’t have.”

“I can’t lose you to this, but God, I can’t stop wanting you either.”

“You’re looking at me weird.”

“That wasn’t a… friendly thing to say.”

“Do you always stand this close?”

“Why does it feel different when it’s you?”

“You’re supposed to be my best friend, not the one making my heart race.”

“That… didn’t sound like a joke.”

“Stop holding me like that. Friends don’t hold each other like that.”

“Do you even realize how you’re looking at me right now?”

“Don’t call me yours. You don’t mean it.”

“I can’t breathe when you touch me like that.”

“Say we’re still just friends. Lie to me.”

“We’re not supposed to want this.”

“If this is nothing, then why does it feel like everything?”

“One more second and I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Every time you laugh, I forget we’re not allowed to be more.”

“Tell me you don’t feel it. Please. Tell me I’m imagining this.”

“You can’t just kiss me and act like it means nothing.”

“I’m trying so hard not to want you, and you’re making it impossible.”

“If you keep looking at me like that, I swear I’ll ruin everything.”

“Tell me to go, or I’m not going to.”

“You’re mine. God help me, I don’t care what we call it—you’re mine.”

“I’d rather destroy this friendship than pretend I don’t want you anymore.”

“Do you want me to beg? Because I will.”

“We’ve already crossed the line. The second I realized I loved you, we did.”

“Stop staring at me like that. You’re my best friend.”

“You can’t just… say stuff like that. We’re supposed to be friends.”

“Friends don’t make my heart do backflips when they smile.”

“Why does it feel like I’m cheating when you go on dates?”

“Don’t hold my hand if you don’t mean it.”

“We’ve been friends for years, so why does it suddenly feel different?”

“Don’t kiss me like that if you’re going to pretend it didn’t happen.”

“You’re supposed to be the one I tell about my crush, not be the crush.”

“That’s not a friendly kind of jealousy.”

“If we’re just friends, then why do I feel like you’re mine?”

He does scoff at that, if not mockingly but amused. Spindly fingers reaching to hold his cigarette between his lips, a short laugh leaving him, "Ja! Never! You ever get tired of watching the moon and the stars? Each of us has a purpose, and balance is mine. Chaos is as much a necesary part of the world as respite is. That's the way things are."

Ruin, prosperity. Life, death. Day and night. It all had a natural cycle, and his role was to uphold the one that defined the world itself. Duality, opposite forces that are evened out— that was his role. For every century of peace, one of suffering was required. For every life taken, one should be born. That, was the irrefutable rule fo the world.

She didn't often get visits at the palace, especially when Selene was out since most only came to speak with her mother. It was one of the reasons why she cherished his visits. He was good company and his stories were always fascinating. As someone who had never set foot on the planet below, she almost lived vicariously though him.

The expression on Lyra's face was slightly amused as he spoke. "Not tired of it, no. Though I do often wonder if your purpose is a bit more exciting than mine is," she answered, arms crossing delicately. The goddess moved to sit in one of the armchairs in the center of the room, lounging casually.

“  you really expect me to believe a word you’re saying.  now?  after everything you’ve done.  ” 

“ do you really think i’m humble enough to ask for your help if i wasn’t truly fucking desperate?  ”

“  you’re either really desperate to be coming to me,  or you think i’m a lot stupider than i am.  ”

“  face it,  i know you better than anyone else.  ”  

“   somehow,  out of everyone.  even my own damn friends,  you know me more.  ” 

“  i’ve seen parts of you no one else will ever understand.  i see who you are.  what you are.  and i think you should stop making yourself smaller to make the world comfortable. ”  

“  we’re nothing alike.  i’ll never be like you.  ”

“  why are you asking me for help?  ”

“  you’re the only person who isn’t going to treat me with kid gloves right now.  ”

“  you’re the only person who i know will let me do what i need to do without trying to talk me out of it.  ”  

“  i don’t understand what happened to us…why didn’t you trust me?  ”

“  i’ve been in your shadow long enough.  this isn’t about you.  it’s about me,  for once.  ”

“  i’m not a project for you to finish.  i’m not here to be part of your little savior complex.  so stop trying to save me.  ”

“  why didn’t you kill me?  when you had the chance?  ”

“  if you were going to kill me,  you would have done it already.  so,  what do you want from me?  ” 

“  i think this is the first we’ve had a full conversation that didn’t involve you insulting me.  ”

“  you’ve never held back from telling me the truth before.  that’s what i’m counting on now.  ”

“  i don’t hate you.  i pity you.  ”

“  i don’t hate you.  i admire you.  i always have.  ”

“  i’d rather you hate me than be apathetic.  hate means you still care.  ”

“  please—  just let me help you.  ” 

“  i don’t think you’re a monster.  not really.  i just think that’s what you tell yourself to feel strong.  ”

 “  i know you don’t believe me,  but i’m trying to help.  and i could actually do what i need to if you’d stop questioning me.  ”

“  i’ve always been able to tell when you’re lying.  ”

“  well actually,  i came here to fight.  but it looks like you’ve had a shit enough day it kinda feels like i’d be kicking a puppy.  ”

“  no—  please don’t cry.  i’m…not good with the crying.  ”

“  if we’re about to talk about feelings i’m out.  ”  

“  we could have had a future,  you know.  i wanted to do this with you.  but you ruined it.  ” 

“  why are you really here?  ”

“  i remember giving you this scar.  you were so goddamn stubborn.  ”

“  i love you.  but that doesn’t change anything.  ”

“  i don’t think you’re evil.  i think you’re just lost.  and alone.  and you don’t know anything else.  ”

“  it’s too late for me.  ”

“  it’s not to late.  i don’t believe that.  ”

“  i’m just here to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.  ”

“  i’m just not ready to tell the others about us.  they won’t understand.  ”

“  you’re the only one who has ever really understood me.  ”

PROMPTS:

♡ for one muse to kiss the other with a knife to their throat

☁ for a fight to turn into a kiss and/or sex 

❧ for our muses to be forced to take shelter together 

❦ for our muses to be forced to share a bed 

♥ for one muse to unexpectedly save the other’s life 

☂ for one muse to spare the other’s life 

✘ for one muse to get hurt protecting the other 

✔ for one muse to catch the other in a vulnerable moment and have sympathy 

☼ for one muse to see the other hurt and get angry 

ϟ for one muse to take revenge on someone for hurting the other 

✐ for one muse to do something hard/morally grey so the other doesn’t have to

☾ for one muse to open up about their motivations to the other 

✄ our muses having angry sex 

¶ our muses having desperate, passionate sex 

❀ for one muse to confess their feelings to the other 

► for one muse to injure the other and immediately regret it 

▼ for one muse to heal the other after being the one to injure them 

◄ for one muse treat the others injury caused by a third party 

" of course i do, that's why i've got you! " ariadne hissed her response through gritted teeth, all bone and brittle as she wrestled back the blonde's arm behind her. " you're one of them, aren't you? " there was only accusation to be found in her carefully clipped tone.

ariadne had suffered at the hands of heroes, demigods, even deities themselves. for years on this island, lost && alone, she prayed for someone to come. but now that they had, bearing that glimmer of something ethereal... the age kicked in. " have the gods finally decided to remember me? " moonlight glinted from ariadne's blade against the intruders porcelain throat, and she only lessened the pressure for an answer.

In all her centuries of existence, she had never been attacked in such a way before. Despite all of the drama that seemed to happen amongst the gods, Lyra had been shielded from most of it. That and most feared upsetting Selene, though she would never use her mother's rage against someone.

Although she was starting to consider it, she thought to herself bitterly as the one behind her tugged on her arm.

wild magic is fickle. this is what fraeya farlight had to learn the hard way over the years.

the young sorcerer, imbued with wild magic just seven years ago, has had much trial and error with her magic. just when she thinks she's gotten the hang of it, the magic throws a curveball — and, occasionally, a fireball — her way, discouraging the half-elf all over again.

fraeya fears her own hands. she can scarcely touch her loved ones without fearing she'll obliterate them with a single touch. she fears the destruction that she's capable of, the fiery decimation her magic can cause with a simple gesture and a few spoken words; destruction she has almost caused, nearly taking the life of a young child when she was just a child herself. fraeya thought it was a cruel joke from the gods above to give a selfless individual like herself such power to help others, only to be capable of harming more than she can help with a simple misfire of magic.

the only thing fraeya fears more than herself is the notion that she could one day be her companions' downfall, that she could get them hurt while she was trying to aid them in battle. her powers are too unpredictable, too wild — yet, she uses them anyway, hoping to grapple its faults on her own.

for a time, everything seemed okay. she had a steady streak of unproblematic magic usage going, and she was becoming a more confident caster as she let her guard down. but, with how things in fraeya's life have gone, nothing can remain peaceful forever.

goblins. while fraeya and her companions were resting in their tent at the end of a long day of traveling, a pack of goblins had decided to ambush the adventurers. they were no match for the adventurers, who put a swift end to them all; except for one. fraeya had made a few hand gestures and chanted a short word as she cast magic missile on the remaining goblin, but the spell failed. in its place, a fire bolt veered off to the right. fraeya didn't have enough time to utter a warning to her companion, and the words died on her tongue the second the fire bolt grazed one of their arms. their shirt sleeve was set alight, causing her to gasp.

"oh gosh! wait, i can—" can what, fraeya? can help? how about, 'can make things worse'? the rest of the sentence was stuck in her throat, and she watched with wide eyes as her companion patted the flames out. her heart was pounding in her chest, her fingertips trembled, and each breath weighed heavy with anxiety. she could hear the goblin fall limp to the ground, but she hadn't looked to see which of her companions had gotten the final blow.

the silence that followed was deafening.

When her mother had sent her to Faerûn, the aasimar had not expected to find it in such a state for chaos and death. She had only been meant to observe and report what was truly happening, but she most certainly could not let innocent people die. Not when she could do something about it. Not when she could help.

It was why she'd taken the oath. Why she'd picked up moon-touched blade and shield. She'd never been trained as a fighter. On the contrary, she was raised as a noble beneath the Moon Goddess — taught about the land below, about politics, about the gods. This was something else entirely, but in truth, she found she was quite good at it.

She had found her companions rather quickly after. Lyra had spotted the group of travelers while she was helping a village that had been attacked by a displacer beast, and it wasn't long after that she had decided to stay with them, despite the fact that she was typically one who liked to be alone.

But they had been good company, and she could tell they were doing good things.

She felt the fire before she saw what was happening. One minute she was reaching to clean her blade and the next, the silver sleeve of her armor was burning. Burning her. She was quick to put it out but Lyra could see the burns that had appeared on her alabaster skin. No matter. A quick lay on hands and the marks were healed, but her silver eyes lifted to look at her companion.

Not in anger or frustration. Rather something more akin to concern.

❝ the gods are not cruel, they are merely curious. ❞

❝ i have seen empires rise like prayers and fall like silence. ❞

❝ immortality is a slow kind of hunger. ❞

❝ even the divine grow tired of being worshiped. ❞

❝ i once loved a mortal. now the stars whisper his name. ❞

❝ the sea does not forgive. it only remembers differently. ❞

❝ they called me a myth to make me easier to forget. ❞

❝ the sun envies those who can set. ❞

❝ every prophecy is just nostalgia disguised as fate. ❞

❝ my hands remember the shape of creation. ❞

❝ even the gods kneel to time. ❞

❝ i wore divinity like a wound. ❞

❝ there is no glory in eternity, only repetition. ❞

❝ i loved you in every age, and none of them were kind. ❞

❝ the altar still smells like your prayers. ❞

❝ lightning does not ask for forgiveness. ❞

❝ to be feared is not the same as being known. ❞

❝ my heart beats slower than centuries. ❞

❝ the constellations were once my mistakes. ❞

❝ you built temples for me, but i lived in storms. ❞

❝ love, like prophecy, never asks permission. ❞

❝ i have turned grief into galaxies. ❞

❝ mortals call it tragedy. we call it memory. ❞

❝ i spoke the world into being and have been silent since. ❞

❝ the ocean taught me patience, then drowned me in it. ❞

❝ i am both the curse and the cure. ❞

❝ eternity is not mercy. it is echo. ❞

❝ he swore devotion, and i answered with thunder. ❞

❝ the moon only reflects because it cannot burn. ❞

❝ i am the story the poets feared to finish. ❞

❝ divinity is just loneliness with better lighting. ❞

❝ mortals die once. gods die endlessly in legend. ❞

❝ the fates never speak, but their silence threads everything. ❞

❝ i have loved across lifetimes, and each time, it ruins me. ❞

❝ creation was easy. enduring it was not. ❞

❝ my name has been worshiped, cursed, and forgotten, in that order. ❞

❝ the stars are just old gods pretending to be light. ❞

❝ i do not dream. i remember. ❞

❝ he prayed for glory. i gave him consequence. ❞

❝ thunder is only my heartbeat caught in the sky. ❞

❝ i built the world, but i cannot rebuild myself. ❞

❝ every offering is a confession. ❞

❝ i envied mortals their endings. ❞

❝ the divine bleed in metaphors. ❞

❝ i carved your name into eternity, and eternity flinched. ❞

❝ even olympus trembles when the heart remembers. ❞

❝ i have walked through centuries and never found forgiveness. ❞

❝ the gods are not kind, but they are honest. ❞

❝ i loved you like ruin loves beauty. completely. ❞