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But I’d knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss

I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs

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Erik couldn’t sleep. 

So this inspired by the fact half the United States and Canada are in the grips of a heat wave. Be safe out there my friends. Keep hydrated and in a cool place if possible.

Time and Twilight had spent most of the morning repair a line of fencing that one of sneak horses has been breaking out of. The warm summer air started rising as it the shade they had shifted. Exposing them the the sun beating down on them. Malon went out to make sure they had water.

She watched as the sweat dripped from her husband’s face. From the golden locks of his hair. Stuck to his face. Twilight mirroring the same look. The two of them down the water she provided. “Now dont you two knuckle heads spend too much time in this heat. Go seek shelter in the shade soon when you’re done.”

The two nodded. She warmly smiled and went back to cool ranch house. She also made sure the rest of the lads also had water and took breaks. This summer was sure unseasonably warmer then the last. It mean working smart in these temperatures. However she had faith these lads would know when to go seek shelter and not over do it.

As the day dragged on, the heat rose. Most of the lads had seemed shelter in the ranch house and took it easy. Wild help prepare some cool down snacks ans drinks. To help replenish their energy. Majority of them were there from what malon could see, but her husband and Twilight.

“Oh fiddle sticks.” She mumbled. “What’s wrong miss Mal?” Question the sky child. “Oh nothing my dear. Just Link being his stubborn self, matched with a stubborn ranch hand, I can only hope they are hiding out in some shade and not over doing things.”

The Captain chuckled, “oh those two? Yeah no. They will go above and beyond.” This worried Malon to hear that statement. “That’s what I was worried about.”

And before she her self was about to head out and drag them both walk in. The rancher he forgone his top. The sun had clearly kissed his skin with a healthy tan and Time’s shirt was drenched in sweat. “Well. Think that’s enough farm work for the day.” Times at down hard in the nearest chair. Wild rushed to get him and Twilight a refreshing cold drink.

Twilight found the nearest couch not occupied and just laid down. Laying on his stomach, breathing hard. Then his body went limp. As he fell into a deep sleep. Wild returned with the drinks. Time chuckled and then thanked the cub. “Think that took it out of him.”

There was a huff from his wife. “What did I say about taking care of your selves.” Time sipped the fruity drink. “Hm. Don’t be stupid-“

“Don’t be stupid.” She replied.

The gang chuckled. When Wild approached twilight to see if he could get him to drink some. He could feel the heat radiating from his skin. “I think he got heat stroke. Someone get me some cold cloths. Got to bring his temperature down.”

Four rushed to get ice cold towel for wild. Malon checked her husband as well. “I am fine.” He groan. She crossed her arm and also retrieve a cold damp cloth and placed it on his neck. Then she made her way to help four out as the two of them both went to bringing twilight’s temperature down.

Warriors chuckled, “oh man old man. You is in trouble for sure.” Time smirked, “in the barn tonight trouble probably trouble. But at least the farm work is done. However stubborn Twilight and I are.”

Once Malon and wild felt satisfied that Twilight’s temperature was down. The room which was quite could hear to soft snores emanating from the rancher’s mouth. “Well one thing for sure, he’s sleeping peacefully, but sure like Time.”

Sometimes, he didn't know if he wanted to punch Vax in his stupid face or kissed him until he couldn't breathe. This was one of those times.

The rogue is grinning at him with an arrogant half-smile, head cocked to the side. One hand which holds a dagger is pinned above his head by Percy's own, the other has a firm hold on the collar of his coat, keeping the fabric bunched up in his fist. There's the press of a barrel against the underside of Vax's chin, tucked between his neck and jaw- It's unloaded. Always unloaded. He would never forgive himself if he took Vax's life- as Percy snarls. The sound is low and dangerous, but Vax doesn't flinch.

"Threaten me more, Freddie, go on.~" His tongue presses against the back of his two front teeth and it takes all of his willpower to not jam his gun into that stupid little mouth.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll shut the hell up." There's a flash of something in his eyes. Something dark, something Percy thought was long gone. Vax still doesn't flinch, and the smugness on his face never falters.

"Make me."

The gun is thrown aside, the dagger falls to the floor, and there's an audible slam as Percy pins Vax to the wall. There's a hand in his hair, pulling hard, while his coat is yanked off by the other. Percy's own hands find work in gripping Vax's hips hard enough to leave bruises in their wake.

There's no personal space, and as Percy's lips smash into Vax's, teeth rattling against teeth, he can hear the half-elf groan in between the brutal treatment.

"I'm going to break you, Vax'ildan." He snarls in that low, dangerous tone again, staring at Vax's red and swollen lips. The words take a moment or two for Vax to process, but once they do, that taunting grin returns.

General Donald Doyle had been told from the moment he had been given a suit of armor, back when he was nothing but a lowly secretary, to be on guard for anything. Anything was possible, especially when the rebels were involved. He had only learned how true that statement was much later when he had been the only one qualified to lead the army after several leaders before him met their demises.

This prompt with Vexleth if you're willing !!

They followed the recipe down to the exact measurements and strange wording of the years old book Keyleth had found stashed away in the keep's kitchen, long since forgotten by previous owners. Still, as Vex stands there beside the druid who has her head tilted in a way of curious examination, she's not entirely convinced that their dish is meant for the consumption of humans. Half-Elves, in their case.

"It... smells okay?" Keyleth glances at Vex, pushing her bangs back out of her face. "Like it could smell worse considering how it looks."

"Keyleth, darling," she takes a poke at the plate, almost expecting the attempt at a cake to move, "with all due respect, it looks like a pile of birdseed."

"Well, that's easy then. Do you have friends? Are they birds? Make this for them!" The cake is quickly picked up and placed in the windowsill, with Keyleth whistling a bird call out to any possible takers.

Holding the recipe book in her hands, Vex tries to push away the feeling in her chest as she watches her, keeping it locked away for a later time. "I'll be sure to make a note of that when we get a moment. Now, onto the next one."

The sneeze down the hallway gets her attention from where she's currently standing at the stove. Vex tears her gaze away from the bubbling soup to find the bowl she had set aside for it. It's made up of mostly broth, but it was a good start considering how much Keyleth had struggled keeping anything solid down for the last few days.

"Lunch's ready, darling." She manages to nudge the door open with her elbow and carefully balancing the topped off bowl in her hands. Keyleth is sitting propped up in their usual shared bed, though Vex has opted to sleep in the guest room while she's bee sick, with a damp cloth on her head and surrounded by an ever-growing pile of tissues.

The redhead looks over at Vex from where she's been reading a book, thankful for her girlfriend's appearance. "Thank you." Her voice is soft and scratchy, quickly interrupted by another sneeze. The bowl is set aside on the nightstand for a moment, allowing Vex to vanish into the bathroom towards the medicine cabinet to find the medicine she had picked up at the store earlier that morning.

By the time she returns, Keyleth is slowly sipping at the broth, smacking her lips from the flavor. So far, so good. She holds out a handful of the pills, getting a face from the sick woman in bed. "I know, I know... no one likes it. But do you want to get better?"

Vax can’t help the little smug smile on his face as he leans back to glance at the man behind him. “Breathing is second nature, Freddie. Hard to forget.”

There’s a twinkle in Percy’s eye that Vax knows doesn’t come from the light off of the silver scales that have appeared on his skin around his eyes. It’s mischievous, much like the twinkle in Vax’s own. 

“You say that now.”