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okay but this... 😭
she drew stars around his scars ❤️🩹
the best couple ever
thefire-dancer asked:
Dustfinger stared at the three words carved into her pretty skin by the same hand that had carved up his face. 'With love, Basta.' Dustfinger didn't even know that horrible monster knew how to spell. "This is all my fault." He mumbled in a thick voice, taking her hands in his own. "Oh Clara, could you ever forgive me?" He wished he could promise her safety, but he was useless.
Despite the tears still gathering in her eyes, Clara shook her head. “No. It w-wasn’t your fault, Dustfinger,” she whimpered, holding his hand tightly in her own. “It’s n-not your f-fault. Don’t t-think that for a s-second, o-okay? B-Basta is a…. h-he’s a very sick man. This — this was his choice, and it’s h-his fault. You’re n-not to blame, Dustfinger. You d-did your b-best.”
Still trembling, she wrapped her free arm around his shoulders, resting her head on his shoulder.
@thefire-dancer said:Dustfinger wound his arms around her, hugging her tightly. “We’re a pair, aren’t we?” He mumbled stupidly, meaning their mutual torture.
Clara nodded into his shoulder. "Yeah, we are," she replied, knowing exactly what he meant. "We are most certainly a pair."
She didn't speak again for a minute; she was gathering up what courage she could muster. "It really hurt," she whispered. "And he liked it when I screamed. Told me I cried like a little bird when I screamed..." Clara shuddered. "I don't want to go back there ever again," she added.
anonymous asked: "Now hold still…"
Tears welling in her eyes, Clara turned her head away, her entire body shaking. “Please don’t,” she whimpered. “Please… I’m scared…”
thefire-dancer
"Clara? Clara is someone hurting you?" Dustfinger asked nervously.
"Dustfinger," Clara whimpered, cradling the phone in her hands. "Please help me.... I didn't know..."
He voice faded away from the speaker as another voice spoke. "Hello Dirty Fingers," the grim voice hissed. "I didn't realize you had another little friend hidden away. She's rather pretty, don't you think?"
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DRAW: DUSTY & JACK IDK
Dustfinger and Jack: The great Escapists
"Shh!"
Send "Shh!" for my character's reaction to yours slapping their hand over your mouth.
Dustfinger, it seemed, was the only calm head around willing to help keep the warlock out of trouble. Not that trouble was especially common for Merlin, except, well… it was. He didn’t always mean to cause it, but on occasion, he did. His tricks were always subtle and created from magic, but where that magic went unnoticed, he sometimes did not. Half-drunk and making a fool of himself, the servant was not helping his own case in the least tonight.
Somewhere during the night, a tavern brawl had erupted and they’d left the establishment rather swiftly, though Merlin admittedly had managed an impressive slur of comments, threats, and insults before he was practically dragged out that door.
How little surprise it was that they were tailed.
"Oof!" Merlin cried as he was pushed back against wood, likely just as roughly as Dustfinger had intended. There was a stupid, crooked grin on the idiot warlock’s face as he laughed aloud, but he was unable to get a single word in before his friend had slapped his palm firm over his mouth, hissing his insistence for much-needed silence. Muffled sounds from beneath the older man’s hand implied that the boy was trying to get a word or two in, or perhaps laughing some more, but the sound eventually died away as the sound of footsteps drew nearer and nearer.
"Mr. Dustfinger? I didn't think you were coming back til spring!"