#tempesttragedy

did somebody mention coffee? (lucien) - @tempesttragedy

“More like the saddest fucking excuse but you didn’t hear that from me.”  

Why she was perched upside down on the couch? Probably best to not think about, it clearly made sense to her and her only. The only signs that it was probably something productive were the nicely folded pile of maps and the still steaming mug sitting nearby. 

Which... probably should’ve given up on being coffee, now that Lune thought about it for longer than a second. “Do you think pictos are healthy to consume?” A beat. “On second thought, don’t drink the coffee. It was probably a bad idea.” 

brows scrunch tightly above hues painted the color of sea glass, head ducked as if to hide that obvious contusion that had already been noted on. low grumble claws at the back of his jaw, stiff and locked to keep the roiling rage inside.

milo wasn't even the one in the wrong.

for once.

Incorrect Quotes // @tempesttragedy for Celia

@tempesttragedy (max) said: "why are you like this?"

It had been a long time since the frumentarius had prepared a meal for anyone, and he was pleased to learn that his skills in the craft hadn’t dimmed since his deployment from Arizona. In the days leading up to their meeting, he’d accompanied one of the hunting parties marching along the perimeter of the Fort and bagged from them the cuts of Bighorner meat Celia preferred. Though it was troublesome to keep the flesh marinated and fresh on the trek back to the Mojave, the look of pure contentment and satisfaction on her face made the whole ordeal entirely worth it. 

What he hadn’t accounted for, exactly, were his own emotions in the matter. He’d wanted to give her this night as a gift, a token of his affections which, for both their sakes, could never be spoken about outright. Of course, Gabban had hinted at them here and there, masking them beneath the same words he gave everyone else at the Strip. Just for the fun of it, the gamble. A dinner shouldn’t have been all that different of a risk, but her laughter and their closeness only raised his genuine fondness for her. 

Then, when their hands gently brushed together, his mind went completely silent. There were no more voices, no memories, or fears- not even the hounds. Gabban watched her get up from the table, as he was consumed by an unfathomable warmth in his chest, just as confounding as it must have been divine. 

He stood, tugged at Celia’s arm, and gently planted his lips against hers the moment she turned to face him. Something had snapped within him finally, and for a moment he reveled in the release of all his tension, as if a dozen knots had frayed and come undone- until he opened his eyes once more. 

“I’m sorry!” Gabban stumbled back, the first uncouth step he’d ever taken in her presence. “I’m so sorry- I shouldn’t have surprised you like that!” 

Celia asked him for a reason and he struggled to say anything that made any sense, or that wouldn’t implicate him any more than he already had. IDIOT. “I…” He blanked once more, now growing pale against the light of the candles. 

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there's legit a meme going around in my friend group that i'm a cannibal. be afraid! 😡 (don't be, i swear i'm nice lmao.)