#silentsnowdrop

Summary: Harry hits Light Yagami with his car. (Based on a joke post, taken extremely seriously.)

arospec awareness week | day seven | aroace elladan

The sons of Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir, were the last to return; they had made a great journey, passing down the Silverlode into a strange country, but of their errand they would not speak to any save to Elrond.

—The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, “The Ring Goes South”

“Darnold, fucking label your samples!” 

This is the nicest thing anyone's ever said about my art thank you so much for thinking so :')

  56. Intuitive

As seamless as the transition from day to night. That was the analogy he wanted to use, but he didn’t currently have the words for it. Or rather, felt he should speak them. Not now. Not when Pax was doing this.

His glasses had broken again, and Pax had taken him home. Had come and gotten him, actually, from the hallways of the Academy where he was stranded, and instead of guiding him back to his little  corner room in the dormitories, he had taken him out the front doors and all the way to his flat.

Pax said it was just so he could make sure Shockwave made it safely to the optometrist in the morning, to get a new pair, but his hands said differently once they were inside, safely out of view of camerabots and whatever other prying eyes may have noticed them on the street again.

He always was so gentle. Shockwave didn’t need to see to know that his Endura’s expression matched the touch of his hands along Shockwave’s back; gentle and loving, almost hesitant for fear of going too far, of crossing some line that Shockwave didn’t know about. He didn’t think there were lines to cross, and he’d told Pax as such, many times, but still his gentle giant, his Peace, moved slowly and carefully.

Honestly, Shockwave only loved him more for it. Unseeing, not needing to, he had spread his wings for Pax to play with, feeling large, but easy fingers splay over the thin membranes, rubbing gently over his wing arms until they got to his shoulders, pressing in those sensitive spots that made Shockwave simultanteously want to melt and kiss Pax and forget about breathing all at once.

His own hands found their way to Pax’s neck, rubbing at tension in brawny shoulders that should have never felt that tense to begin with. Pax didn’t need that stress, shouldn’t feel that stress. Shockwave didn’t need to see to know it was there, though. He could feel it even without his hands giving him their sporadic input. Pax didn’t need that, and so he worked at it, resisting only a little against the touch of his wings, so he would have the presence of mind to do something about it, and eventually, he was rewarded with a soft grumble and a relaxing, Pax tilting with him on the couch just a bit more.

He felt his Endura’s hands stutter in their movement against his wings, sending a little electric thrill up his spine, and he smiled. The move from care to love really was a seamless transition.

And Shockwave woke up. The tingle up his spine was real, as was the hand against his back. It was dark, they were in bed, and it was some six million years later. They were both much older. Much wiser. Much more scarred. Much...sadder, in some ways. Life had been entirely too cruel to the both of them, and was only now trying to repay some of that cruelty with kindness.

Hiya there! Thank you for your interest!!! I’m actually cooking up a little something slowly but surely for Goro’s palace. Should be fun to explore ;3c