Mar 12, 2016
❝ --- Fakir. It’s snowing. ❞
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❝ --- Fakir. It’s snowing. ❞
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“You can’t kinkshame me! I’m the storyteller!”
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❝........❞ She can’t even formulate a proper response to this because she’s still trying to wrap her head around the fact he wrote smutty fanfic about her.
( but also ot4 if you can work it out for the meme )
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who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? rue and fakir.
who flinches at sudden movements? rue and ahiru. rue because of her abusive upbringing and ahiru because she is still a smol animal at heart lmao.
who is most confused as to why their S.O. is still with them? fakir.
who has to constantly check their S.O. still loves them? rue and fakir.
who says the other/s would be better off with someone else? fakir.
who gets surprised when they are given gifts? all four of them.
who is most likely to break down on the other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down? i still think rue breaks down the easiest, but definitely all four of them break down at one point or another. they’ve all got scars and baggage and either talking it out with each other or cuddling up in bed usually helps to calm them down.
who is most self conscious in public? again, fakir.
who is more likely to apologize a million time for a tiny mistake? AHIRU.
who admits they’re scared only when they think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react? mytho or rue, and fakir and ahiru throw their arms around the other two. ahiru probably gives more verbal reassurance than fakir.
who never thinks they’re good enough for the other? fakir or rue.
who takes a bullet for the other: MYTHO. mytho takes the bullet for everyone without even thinking about it, closely followed by fakir bc these two boys have no second thoughts about protecting those they love. which isn’t to say that rue and ahiru do have second thoughts, but merely i feel they’re less inclined to jump into situations without at least SOME type of plan.
fakir/rue
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who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? i feel like they both kind of do??? rue probably a little more than fakir, though.
who flinches at sudden movements? rue.
who is most confused as to why their S.O. is still with them? fakir.
who has to constantly check their S.O. still loves them? both.
who says the other/s would be better off with someone else? rue.
who gets surprised when they are given gifts? both.
who is most likely to break down on the other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down? rue. lots of cuddles help. uwu
who is most self conscious in public? like, as far as PDA goes, fakir strikes me as the one that would be more self conscious.
who is more likely to apologize a million time for a tiny mistake? i can’t really see either of them being like that. maybe fakir, depending on the situation.
who admits they’re scared only when they think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react? rue and because fakir knows it’d be a blow to her pride to respond immediately, he waits until she falls asleep and then curls around her. ;w;
who never thinks they’re good enough for the other? i think they both have moments of feeling that way for different reasons, but rue probably feels that way more.
who takes a bullet for the other: both would, but fakir has a little less self-preservation, i think, and would more readily put himself in direct danger to protect rue whereas rue tries to think before she acts.
To 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑 with this charade! Falsifying a polite demeanor was one matter, but lying down like a dog while he was blatantly disrespected was another entirely! ❝ 𝕳 ey! -- If you aren’t going to watch where you’re going, at least have the decency to apologize! ❞
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I feel his arm LIGHTLY over me. He takes one of my outstretched hands. Draws it beneath my stomach. ❝One more time...❞ This is not sex, not FRIENDSHIP. Something strange, special, in the stillness of his breath. The water-like way he moves. HE is making a dance. WE are making a dance.
five times kissed
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one. ❝You selfish, pig-headed, awful----❞ Rue’s tirade is cut short by Fakir’s mouth slamming down on hers. Her first reaction is to shove him away, which she tries, but he keeps a firm hold on her arms. Rue doesn’t kiss him back and neither does Fakir try to instigate anything deeper. As quickly as it had started, he pushes away from her and wipes his mouth with the same look one would use after realising they had stepped in a wad of chewed gum. Rue bristles at his expression without really knowing why. ❝What was THAT for?❞ she demands. Her hands are balled into fists at her sides. Fakir’s gaze narrows. It shut you up, didn’t it?
two. Black-lacquered nails trail across his bare chest, following the pattern of his strange birthmark. To be torn in two--- what a pitiful way to die. Lohengrin had bore that fate to his untimely end, but Fakir was made of tougher stuff. Or at the very least, too stubborn to let fate decide for him how he should perish. Kraehe could admire that. His gaze is listless-- a dull grey in comparison to their usual verdant green ( this must be the result of the Raven’s blood )-- but as she leans down to press her lips against the birthmark, his fingers tighten around her hip. The crow princess grins and presses another kiss, this time, to his lips; possessive and wanting. Fakir doesn’t fight it.
three. Rue looks reluctant to leave. The swan-drawn carriage outside the tower waits patiently, and with it so does Prince Siegfried. Beside her, Fakir stands with Duck in his arms; bandaged and exhausted and half-asleep already with her bill nestled in the crook of his elbow. It’s hard to believe that such a small creature could have been the one to save them all. Is it really okay for them to leave so easily? Her gaze lifts from Duck to Fakir and there’s a resoluteness in her dark eyes as she steps forward and presses a chaste kiss to his cheek. ❝Take good care of her. Or so help me, Fakir, I’ll come back just to throttle you.❞ She joins Siegfried without another word.
four. The town opens up before them as they arrive in a swan-drawn carriage. Rue and Fakir walk the streets, her hand tucked around the crook of his elbow, looking at vendors’ carts and little shops that line each street with a growing curiosity and intrigue. There’s a quaintness to it unlike the vast opulence of the Prince’s castle. Fakir buys a fresh-baked loaf of bread to share between them. It’s a nice day. The sun is just beginning to dip below the treeline when Rue, quite suddenly, pulls him under the shadowed roof of a closed shop and kisses him with purpose; lips eager, warm and malleable as putty against his own. It’s hard NOT to smile when he kisses back with the same enthusiasm and it’s only the sound of giggling children that finally has the two breaking apart, cheeks flush with embarrassment.
five. Rue hasn’t left his side for three days, despite Mytho and Duck’s insistence she needed her rest. Although she appreciates their concern, she is much more worried about the knight than she is herself in this moment. Fakir hasn’t woken up since he was injured in the small battle that broke out on the edge of the kingdom. The blood-soaked bandages are testament enough to that. It’s late at night and the others have long gone to bed. The moon is shining through the window above his bed in the castle’s infirmary wing when Fakir finally stirs. Rue had been asleep, hunched over his bed with her hands pillowing her cheek, but she’s awake the moment she feels him move, shooting up into a sitting position with all the quickness of a spring. The first words out of his mouth are a string of unsavoury curses, and in an odd way it makes Rue laugh; worry giving way to relief. She kisses him softly, careful not to disturb his bandages. ❝You IDIOT! Don’t scare me like that again!❞ Fakir only mumbles a half-hearted ‘sorry’ in response, but it is enough.
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❝You know, they should really start CHARGING you for daycare services.❞
They, meaning the university staff. The comment is said idly, with no ill intention or agitation directed at Fakir himself. His daughter, while a bit distracting, was far too ADORABLE to be anything but an utter delight at the studio.
Still, it’d be nice if her other classmates could focus more seriously on their choreography, rather than the pleasant child watching with wide eyes in the corner. Other than herself, Fakir is the only one completely focused on their dance steps. He has her respect for that, at least.