TSE Valentines: Donicus
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TSE Valentines: Donicus

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Donicus Crossover ATLA (PLEASE ADD TOPH PLZ PLZ PLZ) Thank you!!!
It would be my honor-- here goes nothing lol!!!
Pairing: Marcus Lanum/Idony St. Claire
Word count: ??? I'm on mobile rn, I'll update this later. Somewhere in the 1000s
Tags/Warning: G rating (for glaring, at Marcus, from Noah). One minor injury and a little blood
Getting lost in Republic City was no joke. The place was absolutely huge, with a lot of streets and different buildings. It was also decidedly unhelpful when some people in your group (Berlyne, Apen and Noah) wanted to go watch pro-bending, while others (Marcus, Enel and Idony) wanted to find the library. (Chara and Joe were undecided.)
âI could have sworn we should have turned left back there,â Marcus muttered, studying the map he was holding. The whole group had paused on a street corner, and he and Apen were studying the map, trying to figure out where they were. Berlyne and Noah were nearby, mostly making unhelpful comments as Enel and Chara ignored the whole proceedings while excitedly pointing out parts of the city to each other.
As for Idony, she had her arm tucked around Marcusâs, her head tilted up towards the sunlight as she listened to the city. Marcus paused a moment to look away from the map at her, seeing the way the sun glinted off her golden curls and a soft smile turned up the corners of her mouth.
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This is my fanfic for Day 2 of TSE Appreciation Week 2020, run by @tseappreciationweek !
Summary:Â Enel finds a joke book at the library. Marcus develops a violent vendetta against whoever taught this child how to read.
Comments and kudos are much appreciated!!
Idony: Okay, you and Chara follow Noah.
Enel: Right, and you and Marcus follow your hearts.
Idony: No, weâre gonna stay with Joeââ
Enel: ââand each other forever.
Idony: Come on, man!
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a Donicus fanfic for Day 2 of TSE Week 2019!! kudos and comments are to me what books are to Marcus, so pls go read it! :D
Prompt: Summer
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Marcus: Well, when I was a kid, I invented a magnetic flashlight clip so I could read under the covers. This clip and I went all around the world together: the Shire, Sweet Valley High, TerabithiaâŠ
Idony: But never to a friend's house, huh?
Marcus: Uncalled for.
Un rompecabezas incompleto
Es complicado romper el silencioâŠ. y mĂĄs cuando no tienes idea de cuĂĄnto se extenderĂĄ en el tiempo. Desde una mesa en una cafeterĂa, en mi barrio, en esta cansada ciudad, en esta divisiĂłn que no me inventĂ©, en este planeta en el que al fin estamos tĂș y yo, las palabras son el mismo universo tratando de comprenderse⊠mientras la entropĂa mece las ondas del distorsionado reflejo de un Lago inexpresable.
Es mejor escribir, porque mi voz suena mejor en tu hermosa consciencia y en la desconocida respiraciĂłn de tu mente.
Al escribir siento que saldrĂĄ de mi interior un grito de fuego, proveniente de tus ojos, que sutilmente me llenaron de magma. Antes de volverme un desconocido mĂĄs, te recuerdo que la luna es la misma para ambos, incluso, si las palabras ya no estuvieran. Y que incluso las frases mĂĄs frĂas de mi parte o las canciones mĂĄs simples de mi parte, llevan a bordo una pasiĂłn intensa.
 Es complicado romper el silencio, para regalarte un nuevo silencio mĂĄs acogedor. Porque no sĂ© si te llegarĂĄ el correcto. Hemos cambiado, sĂ, y deseo conocerte de nuevo. Le dirĂ© a la eternidad que Espere por mĂ tu llegada, para desligarme totalmente de ese concepto. Le dirĂ© al mar que te dedique un tierno susurro de mi parte y que envĂe brisa para que acaricie tu nuca (como mĂĄs me encanta hacerlo).
No quisiera atarte de ninguna manera, solo observar como este lazo puede dar una vuelta alrededor del mundo e incluso atravesar de esquina a esquina la galaxia, quedando intacto, igual que toda la luz. Y si mañana, en una semana, en varios meses⊠el relativo tiempo que tenga que pasar te trae en mente y cuerpo, serås bienvenida para mi alma. Si nunca ocurre, prometo que estaré bien.
Ya no puedo ocultar el inmenso deseo
de que las palabras âbeso o abrazoâ
sean tangibles, como saliéndose de las pantallas.
Solo con pensar en el nĂșcleo de una gran estrella, me alejo mĂĄs de Ă©l.
El sentido de las melodĂas tambiĂ©n cobra vida en tus alas,
Libélula de luna.
Una facciĂłn de tu cuerpo emana melodĂas que no encontraba.
La suerte es la danza del arte, que finge ser la vida. Te busco.
Everythingâs not lost. Una dulce introducciĂłn al caos.
Ahora es nunca. Cantata de puentes amarillos. Chaplin.
Bésame mucho. Amor amarillo. Reckoner. Libertango.
Cartas a un joven poeta. Que nadie sepa mi sufrir. Soledad.
El tiempo es lo mĂĄs olvidadizo que hay. Se olvida de nosotros y de la muerte.