#midnightdrabbles

half asleep dreams

the scene is blurry

and when you wake up

you’ll forget it except

you remember how it felt

I remember it was you holding me

and I know

I knew it was a dream

and in my semi slumber

I tried ever so hard

to just hold on

at least for just a moment longer

because I knew you weren’t really there

but I could practically feel it

I could feel it well enough

to keep my eyes closed for a while longer

to relish in that feeling

of being in your arms

in your embrace

because in my half asleep dreams

we were also half asleep

and you pulled me closer anyway

just to kiss me

when I eventually did wake up

I wondered if that

will be the closest thing

to peace with you

that I ever get

I don’t want it to be

but I can’t read your mind

and I find myself jealous

of all of your friends

because they can spend time with you

Synopsis: Maybe you shouldn’t have teased Sebastian like you did…

Word count: 0.4k (drabble)

Warns: Dom! Sebastian, Sub!Reader, unprotected sex, use of petnames, degradation, mentions of overstimulation,rough sex.

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I say fun. I mean emotional torment. Matthew delivers some not so good news, breaks down Laine’s defences because she hasn’t reacted to (spoiler,) and somehow they end up kissing. ?!?

I have no romantic plans between Matthew and Laine, not at all. But my brain doesn’t think when I write and so the characters seem to determine what happens.

You mean I have to reread the crap I’ve written and find something good?!?

Seriously though, I’ve picked the following exchange because I think it perfectly encapsulates Caimbrie’s personality.

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‘Which Lord are you?’ she asked. 

He looked up, and sneered at her. ‘Is that the proper way to greet me?’

‘I think you’ll find that I don’t care how I greet you,’ Caimbrie replied, leaning against the door frame and cocking her hip. ‘It’s not important that I know you’re name anyway, so don’t worry.’

The man frowned. ‘Lord Nuvarl,’ he said, like Caimbrie should be impressed. She wasn’t. ‘I was chosen by the King to assist at the safe place.’

‘Weird, because I feel like I would have dealt with you sooner if you were in charge.’

Caimbrie smirked at the way the Lord’s face turned the slightest shade of red. 

It took a while, but thanks @eternalwritingstudent for the tag!

This is from my WIP Midnight Garden, which I am supposed to be writing, but I’m not. 

‘It examined the blade quietly, sniffing the handle before running it’s tongue along the blade. ‘They’ll be together, no need for more than one scent.’

if that moment exists

if everyone has it

that moment of

oh, I’m going to die

I wonder if everything slows

into a near pause,

where the scene freezes,

and precarious icicles are overhead

and they realize

that it is over, now

it could be for just a split second

or maybe even less than that

but do people have it?

or do some die still believing

that they are alive

and that they will keep living

cut through everything

and anything

It seemed like a Sunday morning. Or noon. It was probably noon considering the fact the sun was sky high. "Someone kill the lights," Mary groaned, turning around and trying to hide her face in her mattress. Bloody sun shining at this bloody time. Convulsively, Mary moved her body, feeling shots of pain with every movement she made. Merlin -- what had happened, where was she? She painfully looked around, meeting Marlene's feet agains the side of her head.  "What the --" Slowly but surely the memories of last night started floating back into her head. What a horrible, idiotic, crazy way to spend a night. Who ever was the genius to come up with the idea to drink until you get off of your face was an idiot. Mary pulled the blanket that was loosely pressing against her ankles up to her cheek. 

"Marls?" she muttered. No answer. What if the alcohol had poisoned the blonde girl, what if it had killed her in her sleep. There was no way in hell her liver would be able to endure that. Such a petite, innocent girl like Marlene... Mary pushed her feet against Marlene's sides and a few incoherent murmuring sounds were her answer. Innocent, yeah right.

Marls wake up. You really need to get up."

"Please, don't make me," Marlene groaned, grasping for her head. "curse the bastard who came up with alcohol."

"But you have got a meeting. I'm pretty sure you're late."

"I don't want to, don't push me."

"Please, get up. I've got a headache. I need a cup of tea and since you have an Order meeting, you can make me some before you leave," Mary said, throwing her pillow against Marlene's legs.

"How come you're able to talk so much?" Marlene said, taking the pillow and pressing it against her head. "Why are you not hungover?" 

Mary shrugged, moving the bed. "I am hungover. My head is killing me. I don't know what we were thinking last night. I'm pretty sure we weren't thinking at all. But you have a meeting with the Order, and I know it's going to be soon because the sun is shining bright and it was blinding me when I woke up, and I cursed the sun, I said bloody sun why are you shining and then I realized we were lying in my bed and I kind of starting puzzling the pieces together and may I say we were really --"

Mary continued blabbing, watching carefully as Marlene sat up straight. "What are you going to do?" Mary asked.

Marlene let out another groan, dragging herself off of the bed and wrapping her messy blonde hair in an even messier bun. "I'm going to get ready. Everything is better than listening to you going on and on and on and on."