#another drabble

no sugarcoating, you had been misplacing your panties for months now. it seemed like no matter how many you bought, your underwear drawer was always going through a drought.

your favourite cotton ones? gone. your sexy black lace pair? gone. the few g-strings you owned when you were feeling especially sultry? also gone.

you had just assumed that the dryer had been eating them, or that they had disappeared into some far corner of your closet somehow - never to be seen again.

the actual answer, was one that left you with a raise eyebrow - standing in the middle of your laundry room whilst holding a pair of your boyfriend’s jeans in your hands.

it had started simple. laundry had to get done, and toby was shitty at it (never letting clothes dry properly) so you took matters into your own hands. gathered up your dirty clothes, and his, and retreated to throw them all in the wash.

one of his pairs of jeans had a bulging back pocket, which you of course had to rifle through - because god help you if you washed another pack of cigarettes again.

but no, it wasn’t smokes. wasn’t rocks he had found in the forest either (your second guess) - it was… your panties. the lacy black pair you had thought you lost months ago, crumpled into a little ball, shoved deep into the back pocket of toby’s favourite jeans.

oh. alright. maybe should’ve considered that.

it wasn’t that toby gave off the vibes of a underwear drawer raider - but he also didn’t not give off those vibes.

‘Toby.’ you step out into the living room, dangling the flimsy fabric in the air - pinched between your fingers. ‘what’s this?’

‘uh, your u-underwear?’ you cant tell if he’s being oblivious on purpose.

‘yeah, my underwear. that I lost months ago. stuffed in the pocket of your pants.’ busted.

it clicks for him so quickly that it’s almost comical - the way his face pales, his eyes going wide and his shoulders tensing up. you’re not actually mad, but the sight of him like this - wide-eyed and panicked - is sort of cute.

and really, he should’ve probably tried to defend himself, but the only thing that ends up coming out of his idiot brain is;

‘you didn’t w-wash ‘em, did you?’

you wrinkle your nose, before letting out a disbelieving scoff and chucking the crumpled pair of undergarments at him.

‘fuckin’ gross, toby.’ then you’re turning on your heel.

but before you leave, you pause.

Lydia finds out that chocolate tastes better on Malia’s lips.

for @moths-in-hats 💙

"Power is a fickle thing. It's transcendent, imaginary and very much real.

The Lady Aphmau was no stranger to any of its forms, having attained and mastered Lordship, loyalty and even divinity.

In the days that I knew her, she maintained the position that power was a tool. A method deemed necessary if she wanted to protect her people, to save lives. A lesson she learned from the last High Priest of the O'Khasian church of the Matron, Zane Ro'meave.

Maybe this is why it ultimately consumed her, leaving naught but ash in its wake.

It makes one wonder, if power is something we hold or if it holds us."

It was nighttime on Mount Thanatos when Nerissa was closed in her tomb; she regretted not appreciating the last daylight she saw. As the stone lid of her casket was pushed into place, she savoured her last glimpses of light - and her last glimpse of the living. 

A night worth celebrating. The army of the Blue Lions gained a pretty substantial victory over a fortress. Luckily with enough manpower and quick planning, they won.

Belmont had gotten injured but nothing Iris couldn't fix and she did, but as the day rolled into night, the other army forces began to celebrate...but Belmont didn't feel like that.

Sitting on the wall that normally covers the guards and archers, he just plops himself on the stone looking out, keeping watch.

Every so often his eyes go back to the folks drinking, eating, dancing, playing music and just having fun, but he'd rather brood than join them.

Rude.

He would glance back every now 'n' again to see if anyone else important to him would join in, and just so happen, there he spots his partner.

Did she...look worried?

Thats odd, well regardless he moved off from his setting spot to go over, waving his hand over and calling her name, trying to get her attention.

When she spotted him, his face lit up in a smile, and he could swear, that when she returned him with her own, the whole world seemed to be a bit brighter.

Welp...fuck it, he's joining.

Putting his greatsword harness and said blade back onto him, he jogged down the stairs to meet up with his partner in venturing, hoping to get to her before some scuzz did.

When the two reunite he instinctually holds onto her hand to keep her close, not wanting to keep his eyes and attention off of her, even if he did prior, he'd be baped for it.

"Hey...why don't we check parts of this keep out. We can see if they got something that could be helpful to us?"

it was a way to get away from the crowds of people, along with having a private moment to themselves, now that they're in an army, sweet privacy are always hard to come by.

They can celebrate this achievement their own way. He doesn't feel like providing a show to them though.

"Let's go."

The thing about sunsets is they're always shifting, followed by a night and then a sunrise. They're not eternal, even on nights when they feel like it.

By me; b1kaledope

We were arranged for marriage by our parents. A political gain was what all we were for them. You were sold off like a prized mare to the highset bidder, which was my family. My father…the King himself. You are very withdrawn. No hige amount of emotion was seen to leak out of you. I, for one, was very aware of this and honestly didn’t care. 

A few years later my father passed on. The whole land mourns for the former king's passing and at the same time jubilant for the next in line to take up the kingdom's golden throne. A high honour bestowed onto me…or I thought to be. I was never deemed to be a good man but nor a horrible one. 

I just did things that gained myself higher in this political and pitiful world of anarchy as anyone else would do. Only things that would bring me benefits. I then made you watch your people be slaughtered in front of you. You never showed an ounce of remorse or pain. This very much disturbed me. Making me dive into your background, filling myself up to the brim on thought of you, theories, wonders…Only to come and find a horror story being painted right before my eyes. The words on this page do not seem like anything out of the ordinary if not looking closely at them. 

Report after report. Oblivious to what I was doing. You came rapping on my door. Asking if we could have tea together. This was new, both you coming to me and me seeing you as not plain but ethereal. But, thoughts of what I read burn behind my eyes. Guilt, pain, anger zapped through my body. Wondering how such a small thing could have endured and lived to see the new day after all of you’ve been through. After agreeing to have tea with you. Still never seeing you express yourself more than a small smile. Withdrawn but polite. Eyes, dull, deluded of life.

I started to feel things I hadn’t before. Being cold when you weren’t around, sluggish even; not wanting to do anything when you weren’t guaranteed to be around. Yet, the warmth of a thousand suns warms me when I see you, either it be just a glimpse or full on eye contact. My head spinned into a fog of soft cotten whenever trying to ask or talk to you. Like, if I were still a young boy. The muscles in my abdomen would flutter, making me anxious…no, not anxious. Just very, very, nervous. 

My smiles felt more genuine, less forced. My mood would seem to lift like a fog does after a beautiful storm. You became my everything. You did smile your small withdrawn smile more when you were with me. But, never was I ever certain you were reciprocating my feelings. My love, my warmth. Until that unfateful day…

The kingdom is not very pleased about our relationship. Thinking I needed a more bold, more beautiful woman by my side. That day was the end of us but the beginning of my search. Your tea was poisoned. In those moments I didn’t dare to think but to act. I sprung up grabbing you. Tilting those oh-so-full pink delicate lips to mine. Taking in the same poison. Slipping off with you into the other side as the poison took its wrath out on our delicate human bodies. That was the day I have ever seen you cry. Did you know? You, my darling. Are a very lovely crier. Seeing everything I once hoped too and now do, your love spilling out of you with those tears. 

The trembles of despair as you look at me, your eyes holding a thousand different sparkles and colors. Agony, grief, hope, and wonder…most of all the pure and blissful warmth I so craved from you these past 5 years of our ever growing life together. When we both hit the ground I whisper “We are now binded, my love…I will forever…be yours. My sould tied to yours and yours mine, we will forever seek eachother out in our next lives…” My eyes closed and grimaced from the pain the poison had on me. Only until I see a smile…a smile full of love.