contents and warnings: hurt/comfort, eventual intruality, slowburn, cursing, accidental avoidance, small miscommunication, food,Ā
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Patton smiled softly to himself as he emptied the oven of cookies, waiting patiently for Remus to announce himself in his entry to the kitchen,
Patton was much more perceptive than the others gave him credit for, so even if Remus was way quieter then he normally was, Patton knew he was there.
He put the cookies on the counter and onto cooking racks, this batch looked really good, none were burnt or undercooked, they seemed to have turned out really well.
He bites down a confused hum as Remus continues to stand silently in the entrance to the kitchen.
He guessed itās fine though, Remus for whatever reason may just not be in a talking mood? Thatās odd for him though..
As the cookies quickly cooled down Patton just smiled, if Remus didnāt want to talk maybe he wanted a cookie?
Yeah that sound like a plan, So he gingerly picks up a cookie before turning his head to Remus, right where Patton knew he had been, and extends his arm over to him
Remus looked pale- err- paler then he normally was, and he seemed to have a slight blush.
Thatās odd.
But Patton waves it off, his aforementioned perceptiveness unfortunately not working in that area of expertise,
Soon Remus takes the cookie and sits down on one of the island chairs loosely, Patton smiles, ignoring the weird happy feeling he gets from Remus seeming to enjoy it.
He tells himself thatās normal, itās a sense of accomplishment that the cookies came out well, right?
Then he realizes Remus hasnāt spoken once, though he supposed he hasnāt either,
He wants to change that āhey Remus how are you?ā
Remus seems less.. himself as he answers āIāve been fine,ā his voice is quieter and he seems to be forcing down all of his usual energy.
Patton frowns āare you sure?ā
Remus nods but Pattonās spent enough time with Janus to learn when people arenāt telling the whole truth- well most of the time at least.
āSweetheart if anyone said you make me uncomfortable please know they're wrong, sometimes I get overwhelmed but that doesnāt mean I donāt like you or Iām not interested in what you're saying!ā He tried, he knows once Roman did say It after Patton got overwhelmed at a movie night argument, a while ago,
So Maybe it happened again and affected him more this time?
He doesnāt know, he also doesnāt know why Remus is somehow becoming a more noticeable shade of pink.
Remus sighs and Pattonās at full attention āpatty-ā thatās odd he feels his cheeks also becoming a (luckily) less noticeable shade of pink at that -āno one said I make you uncomfortable, itās just I-ā he groaned āugh stupid feelings and shit, anyway you have kind of.. started avoiding me so I assumed-ā his voice had gotten far more high pitched and he had gotten far more worked up the longer heād spoken.
Patton gasps softly as he takes Remus remusās hands gently, promptly quieting the side, āRemus.ā He started āI- Iām so sorry, I never even realized I was doing it, and Iām so sorry I hurt you and made you think you make me uncomfortable in the process..ā
āSo I don't make you uncomfortable?ā
Patton smiled softly āno, remus, you don't.ā
Remus grinned hugely, and Patton beamed before hugging Remus,
And even if he was mostly pure impulse even he seemed surprised by the action but soon he gleefully returned the hug.
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You misunderstand. I'm not Galawain or Magran, I'm not used to people dying for me.
And yet they do. Some willingly, some not.
Iovara's sister, inquisitor and high priestess of Eothas', has made a mistake, her way of righting it impacts more things than she's expected. Perhaps Iovara has more in common with a certain god than she likes and perhaps Eothas should rethink his actions, or lack thereof, if he doesn't like the consequences.
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Eothas is not how Iovara remembers. But then neither is she.
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Have fun! Comments always welcome! :)
Again, time passed, though even Iovara could tell it was significantly less than before. Then suddenly, the flow of souls stopped and Thaosā presence disappeared, as if it had never been. It was startling to have the pressure of his power vanish from one moment to the next. Shortly afterwards, the accumulated souls left as well, though where to Iovara couldnāt tell. Somewhere in the distance she could feel her sister and her friends leave, their soulsā absence leaving a hole in her perception, that hadnāt been there before. Still, she couldnāt find it in herself to regret meeting the group, her sisterās incarnation most of all.
Though the years in loneliness had smothered the fire of her anger, it had left a different hole behind, gaping and terrifying. A part of it had been filled through the conversation, the largest in fact, but a slight nagging was still there. Iovara knew how to satisfy it, but that didnāt make it easier to jump over her shadow. The metaphorical one anyway.
For a while she fought with herself, but sheād never been good at denying herself, and she knew that this was something she had to do. Holding a grudge for two thousand years was hard, even for her. And so she gave in and built her projection once more. Technically there was no need to, he would be able to sense her with or without a physical shape, but she felt there was certain politeness in making herself as visible as possible.
āEothas.ā Iovara waited. Patience was not an issue for her anymore, she had nowhere to go, nowhere to be, only this moment and eternity. Slowly, far more slowly than that time millennia ago, his presence trickled in filling the adra around her and casting an invisible mist over everything. The light growing in strength seemed more muted than Iovara remembered, but she dismissed the thought. Years of darkness and loneliness were hardly conducive for oneās memory.
Even once he was clearly there, he remained silent, no question about her call, no comment on the time, just patiently waiting for her to start. So, she did.
āYou never really let go of her, didnāt you?ā Only once sheād said it did she realize, how much like an accusation it sounded, even though she surprisingly hadnāt meant it as one.
I suppose. His answer wasnāt defensive or even frustrated, instead it was... small somehow, and sad. Like he was expecting a reprimand. How strange...
āIs her hair your fault too?ā Iovara did her best to alleviate the strange atmosphere with a joke. She hadnāt called him to argue again. And the light blonde hair with the red touch in combination with a priestessā garb really had awoken certain suspicions in Iovara.
Hardly. I have less influence on physical attributes than most think. Though I have heard it referred to as sun-kissed. A slight note of satisfaction rang with the words, causing Iovara to doubt them somewhat, but for once in her long existence she found she didnāt mind this secret.
āI just met her. Emblyn-ā
Favaen. Iovara stopped short at the interruption and stared confusedly into the nothing, waiting for Eothas to explain. Her name is Favaen. Ah, that made sense, of course she had a new name now. Somehow knowing that made her both sad and happy. It was the undeniable proof that her life as she knew it was over, something she had known, but never really seen until now. On the other hand, it was also proof that not everything relied on her, her failure didnāt mean the worldās end, life still continued. Oh, the irony of welcoming the same wheel she had cursed for so long...
āFavaen. I hope she found the answers she was looking for.ā At some point it mightāve been a hidden question, but not anymore. Em- Favaen had promised to return after all, Iovara would ask her then.
I think she did. Eothas answered anyway, though Iovara had the feeling he wasnāt saying everything he thought. The absence of her burning curiosity was something she still had to get used to.
Something else was burning though, something that had been a quiet buzz just hours ago and had grown into an urgent need after her talk with Favaen.
āThank you.ā She spoke the words far steadier than she ever would have thought, a declaration of sincerity, as much as her speeches against him and his kind had ever been. āFor taking care of her when I couldnāt.ā Both before and after her death was what went unsaid.
For a while nothing happened, but Iovara was used to his stretches of silence by now. What she wasnāt used to was the strange way the atmosphere grew heavier, not threateningly, but sombre somehow. And yet, sheād only talked with him once and that was millennia ago, who was she to judge what was normal for him.
I didnāt do it for you. A fair point, made not unkindly, but without doubt or reluctance.
āI know,ā Iovara nodded. āBut that doesnāt change my gratitude.ā The years in solitude had given her time to reflect. It wasnāt about her, it had never been about her, and sheād been foolish to ever think so. Just like it wasnāt about him either, though if he knew that she couldnāt tell.
The adra lit up lightly, a show of acceptance she knew now. For a while silence reigned again, but instead of being tense or loaded like before, it was now... not exactly comfortable, but based on enough agreement that it was tolerable.
For some reason Iovara had the feeling that he was almost soaking up the silence. As dim and heavy as everything seemed, there was also a vague sense of comfort from the adra. Why he would enjoy her company of all things Iovara didnāt know, it wasnāt like he was the one with no social contact for years.
After a while of quiet contemplation with only the soft, low hum of energy in the air, Iovara broke the silence once more, spurred by the strange ghost of loneliness and regret she couldnāt interpret, but felt a certain kinship for nonetheless.
āFor what itās worth, if she had to choose, I think she chose well.ā She really did, though it had taken her a long time to accept it. Her sister had made her choice, as much as Iovara had, and after seeing what had become of her, Iovara could finally admit that it had hardly been the worst choice she could have made. Woedica had dropped Iovara the second she had started asking questions, but Eothas had stayed true to his word and had protected her over the course of millennia.
Yet instead of helping the sad atmosphere, her words only seemed to make it worse, as the light grew even dimmer, shadows creeping into the corners of the room. Just when Iovara decided to give up on her newly found contentment with mysteries and ask, the adra brightened again, as if nothing had happened.
Thank you. The words were smooth and sincere, but without the edge of emotions Iovara had come to expect. You gave her the dagger. That startled her out of suspicions and she focused on the spot on the stone ground, where for years her chosen gravestone had rested. Now instead of the dagger, there was only a vaguely oval shape in the dust.
āYou disagree?ā she asked, genuinely interested, though his opinion wouldnāt change anything. Heād wanted to take it back then, yet had obliged her wishes to leave it. Now sheād given it away. Would he be frustrated?
Disagree is too strong a word. I am... hesitant. But it is not my decision to make. Forcefully Iovara was reminded of her own outbreak the last time they met, yet she also thought she hadnāt actually said those words. To hear them now from him was strangely disorienting. She was now sure something had changed him, tough was that really so surprising? She had changed, even completely alone and isolated, while he had spent the time watching the whole world change around him.
He seemed to sense her racing thoughts, or perhaps it was something completely different, but the shadows started rising again, as the light of the adra ebbed away, the energy making the crystals pulsate with urgency and something else, that Iovara couldnāt identify properly.
I have to leave now. The sentence was hacked off and rushed, and he was gone far faster than heād come, leaving Iovara behind, stunned at his sudden disappearance. For all her earlier thoughts of change, patience and contentment, she was still affronted at the rude departure. And a departure it most certainly was. All traces of his existence had vanished, the weight of his presence lifted, and only the dim, natural glow of the adra was still visible in the all-encroaching darkness.
This wasnāt what Iovara had expected from this talk. He hadnāt at all been what she remembered. Instead of the confident, righteous god, whoād let her live out her anger without so much as a twitch, heād seemed almost broken, fearful of something Iovara couldnāt imagine.
Although... perhaps she could. After all, the reason Em- Favaen had come here in the first place had been Thaos stealing souls from the wheel. Though Thaos had once upon a time been loyal to the gods in general, from what Favaen had told her it sounded as though heād followed Woedica into her exile. The terrible things heād done before, in the name of spreading the faith, had been atrocities, but only against kith. Heād never disturbed the divine order like this before, and though Iovara had no doubt about Woedicaās willingness to do so, she doubted the god of rebirth had been very happy about souls being stolen from right under his nose. The fact that someone could, must have been quite the shock to him, so maybe his twitchiness wasnāt all that surprising.
With one last head shake Iovara let her form vanish again. Whatever it was, it wasnāt her problem anymore. She was sure Favaen would set him right soon enough, now that Thaos was out of the picture. And maybe sheād even hear about it later, once Favaen came back.
Though Iovara knew she wasnāt really her sister, there was still a familiarity between them, that had stretched across the years and lives. Or maybe it was just that she was starved for any sort of attention after so long. Either way it didnāt matter.
For the first time since her death she found herself hopeful for something.
Lance gets a firefighter calendar as a gag gift from Pidge, and he maaaaay have thing for Mr October, who unlike the rest of the smiling shirtless firefighters, is scowling fiercely in his picture like heās ready to cut someone, but at the same time the guy is really really pretty, and apparently this is something Lance is into. Ā (Not to mention that the guy is lean and toned and muscular in exactly the way Lance is weak for in boys).
So it turns out that Mr October is actually Pidgeās brotherās friendās brother, so Lance meets him and immediately brings up the calendar and tries to flirt with the guy, but the guy scowls and is kind of a dick (which unfortunately Lance finds hot because itās the same expression on his face in the calendar), so they fall into antagonism, with Lance sort of sarcastically and aggressively flirting with him, calling him pretty boy and pretty angry boy, and the boy in question reacting far too defensively and aggressively angrily than what the situation calls for. (Lance canāt help but provoke the guy every chance he gets, the guyās angry face is hot and Lance himself is genuinely angry that such a physically attractive person can be so awful all the time, and heās also embarrassed at being shut down so hard by someone he was showing genuine interest in. He thinks the guy is homophobic, and therefore deserves everything he can dish out).
On the other side, Keith the firefighter regrets every day allowing Shiro to pester him into posing for the damn calendar, and there is no time he regrets it more than when Pidgeās hot friend starts mocking him viciously and aggressively for it every time they come into contact with each other, and he canāt help but think that the guy is taunting him for being gay which raises his hackles even more.
So the fic is about the two of them getting over their miscommunication, with Keith realizing that Lance is actually a pretty sweet, thoughtful guy, that actually thinks heās hot and was being serious, not mocking, and Lance realizing that Keith is shy and insecure and actually a really nice cool dude when he doesnāt feel like heās being attacked (Also the face he makes when heās genuinely happy is 100x hotter than the one he makes when heās mad so Lanceās mission in life changes from making Keith mad to making Keith smile).
Reviewed: And the Miss Ran Away with the Rake by Elizabeth Boyle
Reviewed: And the Miss Ran Away with the Rake by ElizabethĀ Boyle
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Rating: 3.5 out of 5.
Title: And the Miss Ran Away with the RakeAuthor: Elizabeth BoyleSeries: Rhymes with LoveIssue: 2
Agreeable gentleman seeking young lady with premise of companionship and courtshipā¦
Miss Daphne Dale always believed herself reasonable. She could not imagine herself answering a post from a man seeking a wife. And yet she does exactly that and falls for the man behindā¦
Simple miscommunication, should someone have checked the order. So many differences. BTW didnāt happen in our shop thatās for sure. Woulda been something like Titanium if it happened there š¤£š„ŗ #miscomunication #wrongorder #aluminum #roundstock #2feet #halfinch #notourplace #hahaha #titanium (at Easton, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNKfKoLnfLX/?igshid=1rkfhtdbo3dsg
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