(mostly) sg drabble

for sg may-hem, 2024

kalex college au, abo. rated e

"You're sure?" Kara had asked, once again that last night they had spent under Eliza's roof, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable Alex… I can figure something else out."

A headshake, "It's fine, really." A nudge to the tense form next to her, "You like doing it right?" the blonde head nods in response, "Not feelin' pressured or whatever?" another nod, "Then it's fine, you're happy, so I'm happy."

Kara tucks the last bit of clothing into her bag, fingers playing with the zipper a bit before looking up at her, eyes hidden behind dishevelled fringe "It could…" a deep breath as she gathers up some courage, "maybe help with school?"

Tangling their fingers together in a familiar gesture, "Huh? Didn't you say you were 'totally done with dated human learning practices' or something?"

They stand up together, each shouldering a bag "I meant for you."

Alex swallows, attempting to drop their linked hands with little success, "'m fine Kara."

She shakes her head at that though, tugs Alex into her and wraps strong arms around her waist, "I know she stopped paying for school."

A trembling shutter as the words confirm that Alex hadn't been quite as good at hiding it from the taller girl as she had intended. It had hurt, to lose what last bits of meagre support her mother had offered just because Alex hadn't wanted to follow in Eliza's footsteps.

Alex had had to pick up a second job on top of the full course load and part-time campus job she already had to make ends meet, had only just managed to scrape by without losing her scholarship or getting benched. She was exhausted though and much as she didn't want to rely on Kara for support, the offer was tempting.

"We'll see," Was as much as Alex was willing to concede to, for the moment at least.

~

“Keyleth.”

But the druid isn’t paying attention, pacing still, hands tangled in her hair in frustration, “What gave him the right?! After all that, all the belittling comments, all the patronising remarks about my ability to lead.”

Vex reaches out a hand again, wanting to offer comfort but not sure how welcome it would be at the moment.

“What gave him the right?! After he spent so long telling me that we couldn’t risk his fucking precious Whitestone and to wait.”

She drops then, back against the wall, tears running down her cheeks as Vex crouches in front of her, close enough to touch and hand hoving in offer of contact.

A whisper now, voice breaking “she slaughtered my people. Let them take her in to earn their trust so she could kill them all when she released him.”

Things had changed between them.

The looks lingered longer, touches more gentle, the brief moments they could steal away from the group had a different cadence to them. Yasha still hadn’t dared to push past their well-defined boundaries, hadn’t let touches venture any further, but Beau had finally seen the taller woman break against her. Had held the trembling form and endured the rough, nipping kisses as Yasha responded to the good-natured ribbing about how talented she must be to evoke that without actually getting her hands on pale skin.

Beau didn’t, couldn’t believe for a moment that any of that had been a cleverly crafted front.

The woman they’d left and the one they needed to reclaim, while apparently inhabiting the same body, wasn’t... couldn’t be one in the same.

vague beauyasha, obviously ~

written for day seven of beau week, 2019 // keepsakes

She had one of the little dicks Jester had drawn with her fancy paint tucked away in one of her various pockets, a shaved bit of the Ball-Eater, a growingly more stale bit of chocolate, along with a handful of other things that reminded her of her friends or the people they’d met and been close to along the way.

Nila’s feather is one of the few she keeps on open display, still attached to her Bo, now accompanied by the stupid bow tied onto the end.

The wrapping from an unsmoked cigarette is tucked alongside that note from Keg.

i'm a creature of habit.. vague beauyasha as usual

written for day six of beau week, 2019 // Cobalt Soul

She had hated it there, all the pinched faces and stuffy attitudes. Had hated her father for having them take her, her mother for standing by and letting it happen. Hated that the monks didn’t understand her any better than her parents did that they kept trying to force her into this role of a perfect student, studious apprentice.

But she hadn’t hated all of it, not the library filled to the brim with all sorts of obscure and interesting secrets, not the training and learning how to fight, not the escape from parents that had only ever looked at her in disappointment.

not so vague Beau/Yasha

written for day five of beau week, 2019 // lesbian pride - falling in love

It’s the quiet, broken ‘I’m Sorry’ that does it, causes her heart to skip and a warm weight to drop down over her.

Yasha’s bruised and bloody face, the trembling hand gripping her wrist, everything had been spiraling out of control, things were not good but at that moment as the interestingly coloured eyes finally, finally clear, the knowledge of what those tangled feelings have been building to comes shining through.

vague Beau/Yasha, as always

written for day four of beau week, 2019 // family ties

It’s a lot, even just thinking about it. She’d detached so much that telling Fjord hadn’t seemed like a big deal, until his comments. There’s just so much anger, disappointment, but also indifference and it’s all just a jumbled mess that is hard to sort out.

“If?” Yasha prods, voice soft, gentle fingers circling around her wrist.

It’s hard to get the words out, she’s so angry, but not at them… not at him, but at Fjord and his words and attempts to guilt.

“If I didn’t care about them?” Turning to look at the taller woman again.

established Beau/Yasha super vague dairon/leylas mentions

written for day three of beau week, 2019 // Modern AU + Dairon.

“Thought you were avoiding me.”

always vague Beau/Yasha

written for day two of beau week, 2019 // brawl.

She’d thrown the first punch without really thinking about it, an instinctive reaction to the brief flare of aggression from Yasha, giving in to the urge to lash out and hurt someone else, an outlet for the anger she’d been forced to suppress all day.

Dairon’s words echoing in her mind as her fist connects, Patience.

The cheers and chuckles reach her ears and there’s a reassuring moment where Beau realises she’s likely not going to end up arrested for starting a fight. Best city ever.

There’s a flash of pain as a fist seemingly larger than her head connects with her chest, throwing her back and nearly knocking the wind out of her as she connects with a wall.

Patience.

Yeah sure she could be patient, take a breath and walk away, offer apologies to the large grey skinned figure, not like Yasha really needed Beau to defend her honour.

Patience.

vague Beau/Yasha

written for day one of beau week, 2019 // animals.

It hurts more than it really should, she’s used to everyone leaving her anyways, does what she can to guard against that… but fuck she can’t even keep a stupid pet.

One more shot, maybe she’ll get lucky and that jerk of an owl will swoop down and bite her again, “Professor?”

But it’s quiet, still, not even a break in the skyline, none of that terrifying owl screech she had started to get used to, no lessening of the little ball of loneliness worming its way into her chest.