May 10, 2021
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During the "skin history" animation and the prank skins section where Biffa was marching next to him, I--
and Biffa commented--
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Chapter 5
High and low
A short drop of a sweet Kristanna surprising trip (Modern AU)
Rating: G
Word counting: 2057
Previous chapters (on AO3)
Summary: That day had been great ā no, it had been splendid! It had been a dream and she was wondering if she would even wake up again! But then, life can sometimes be cruel and switch within seconds... from high to low...
Anna plopped down onto the bed, sighing contentedly and simply happy.
That day had been great ā no, it had been splendid! It had been a dream and she was wondering if she would even wake up again! Kristoff had laid down next to her. So, here they were again, like the evening before when they had arrived. Anna turned to face him, beaming with sparkling eyes, her hand on his chest. Kristoff reached out and covered her fingers with his own hand, glancing at her with a grin. He was exhausted, but her radiant smile sent a warm satisfaction through his mind and body.
āOkay, tonight is yours and youĀ“ll set the program, or maybe NO program anymore for us?!ā Anna giggled and rested her head on Kristoff shoulders. āYou were amazing, and this day was just sooooā¦ wonderful! I wonĀ“t ask anything from you on my behalf, believe me!ā
āHey feisty pants,ā Kristoff stroked her hand and reassured her quietly, āhonestly it was pretty fun for me, too. I swear ā I must admit I got more intrigued than I had expected.ā He mused over all the shows, exhibits, and the rides they had attended. Not to mention their participation in the parade. He would even think to feel sort of excited about another go the next day.
Anna chuckled next to him and fumbled for her mobile out of her jeans pocket. She pushed herself up on her elbow and started flipping through the taken pics of the day. She laughed and shook her head, when sheĀ“d just found the one she was looking for especially.
āI think we should enlarge this one and hang it framed in your kitchen.ā She held it up for him to see. Kristoff grimaced and then brushed his hand over his face. āYeah right, thanks ā now I canĀ“t get the picture out of my head anymore.ā
He stood grinning broadly, standing enclosed by a oversized Mickey and Minnie Mouse.
All the while, Anna had pranced and laughed, taking that photoā¦
There were many more lovely pictures, mostly involving some gigantic plushie figures for which Anna couldnĀ“t pass without hugging.
Now, she was tired ā but happily tired.
I am feeling feelimgs tonight :/
Me: alright! This is definitely going to be Smut. Iāve already got a part written that is suited for it. Just go from there!
5 minutes of writing later: Sorry this is now complete fluff and thereās nothing you can do about it.
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it's kaveh, or... rather the shape of what looks like kaveh... sitting at the top floor of the tavern. naturally, there is a half-empty bottle in his hand, but that's not what catches your attention. instead, it's the various empty ones he's gathered in a small pile beside him. it's been a while, hasn't it? years since you last saw him... years since your last fight. but that's not the first thing you think about, is it? instead, you think about how tired he looks... but it's not the kind of tired you'd expect from someone who doesn't get enough sleep. instead, it's the kind of tired someone holds in their bones when they're on the brink of falling apart, the kind of tired that makes it hard to imagine that this person sitting at that table, drinking themselves into melancholy, or maybe drinking themselves into death... is the sun you once knew.
There were many reasons someone might vindicate immoderate drinking, inebriation softened the ache so often associated with sorrow, sometimes, a glass of heady wine felt like a reprieve, or solace. There was no true benefit to drowning oneās woes, for there was always the plausibility that they could become buoyant, resistant. The sort of adversity that infiltrated every aspect of a personās life, an inexorable decline into the darkest depths of despair. Alhaitham needs but a cursory glance, witnessing that familiar visage bereft of its usual effervescence, to discern just how dismal his days and subsequent nights had transformed into. As an architect of such grandiose designs one could be misled to believe his life also was bolstered with such meticulous care. Even in their days as students he had this inexplicable ability to deduce the nuance between Kavehās sincere cheerfulness and the monochromatic gray that sometimes seeped into the apertures left behind by sleepless nights or the exigent demand for more. He was always altruistic, relinquishing more and more until his hands were inevitably left empty. Alhaitham had offered him sound advice, steering him away from the precipice his inordinate sacrificing lead him to but it had ended in a diatribe about how he didnāt understand Kavehās feelings, he had never understood them to begin with. He wondered, in the solitude and silence of his own heart, if he had ever known them at all. Alhaitham doesnāt permit such thoughts to impede him, his gait is measured and deliberate as he navigates the throng of patrons, their jovial conversations antithetical to the somber cloud that seemed to hang precariously over Kavehās slouched shoulders. Without ceremony he sat beside him, it was so profoundly normal that the slantwise angle his world had sat on in his absence corrected itself immediately. A not so discreet glance is cast to the myriad of bottles lining up alongside Kavehās bowed elbows, there was something elegantly mournful about him, even his slightly disheveled blonde hair looked a shade duller.
ā Itās early. ā the insinuated ātooā is held prudently behind his lips, a hint of disdain he thought might drive that intangible wedge further between them. The distance between them is the foundation for conflict within him, vividly he recalls the image of Kavehās hand resting on his shoulder, or brushing against the prominent ridges of his knuckles, a comfort he inadvertently sought when his mind was rife with stress or frustration. In Alhaitham these were quiet, inconspicuous feelings but Kaveh had always detected them all the same, whilst in Kaveh they were all but tangible. An unbidden guest, he sits his glass, full with amber liquor, the clink of ice as it rises to the surface unbearably loud, next to Kaveh. ā What happened ? ā he prompts, a softer, consoling tone, against the harsh dissonance of the unintelligible background noise it was unbearably smooth. ā Kaveh. ā intrepid fingers brush against the dainty contour of his wrist, coaxing him back from the inebriated tide he floated upon. ā What happened. ā firmer this time, affording him less ground for repudiating that anything was actually miss. In that soft, ambient light that hung over head there was something painfully tender about his expression, before then his concern had been a carefully guarded secret, now it was so apparent that it felt painful.Ā
"Let's reintroduce ourselves. We're Retsuko's closest friends."