#warriorprincesscupcake

firefly starters:

“Oh don’t be so overdramatic.” Michelle scolds, dragging the young woman down beside her and, more importantly, behind the large oak tree that had been conveniently downed just in time to shield them from a thundering barrage of gunshot. She grinned at Cupcake, pushing her hat up. The end of the curling purple tail of the hat was still smoking. 

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who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? I think they’re both chill enough to not really sweat the small stuff.

who flinches at sudden movements? Fang. He has been physically hurt a lot- by monsters, obstacles, opponents, and even the people he trusts and loves the most.

who is most confused as to why their S.O. is still with them? Fang. He can’t really contemplate why Cupcake stays with him when he has already hurt her in ways he wouldn’t tolerate if he had the confidence.

who has to constantly check their S.O. still loves them? Both? Cupcake has reasonable feelings of betrayal and, quick to trust and loyal to a fault, Fang was basically treated like a plaything in previous relationships.

who says the other/s would be better off with someone else? Fang. He is reminded daily of how dangerous he can be, and feels terrible that he doesn’t trust Cupcake to handle that and wasting opportunities to get to really know each other.

who gets surprised when they are given gifts? Fang. Again, being treated like a plaything, he was not really listened to by his previous partners. The book of fun facts Cupcake gave him meant the world.

who is most likely to break down on the other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down? As sensitive as he is? Fang. Cupcake figures out pretty early that a hug and Chinese takeout does wonders.

who is most self conscious in public? By nature, Fang. Even worse in conversation.

who is more likely to apologize a million time for a tiny mistake? Neither again, but Fang is more conscious about apologies with Cupcake.

who admits they’re scared only when they think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react? Cupcake. Fang is honestly surprised she is really afraid of something, because she is his comfort from fear. He provides whatever comfort and support he can, as well as trying to understand her a little better.

who never thinks they’re good enough for the other? Both again.

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     “I-I’ve been in worse situations than this HICCUP! Just havin’ a hard remembering how long ago that was.”

     The two shot glasses are swallowed without issue, but by the Lord, the price she pays. Her organs burn and sting, snapping at her for her troubles, and her hand-eye coordination has been compromised to the degree where it takes her a couple times to grasp at her empty glass and flip it over. 

     She was just about as drunk as that time she was traveling for RUE House business and she met that Scandinavian blonde with the nice perfume. 

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RUE House. 2041.

     “‘And the lake-horse, free from the hunter’s net, dove back into the water. She swam all across the pond until she was safely - finally - back home.’” 

     Brunnie flipped the book closed and smiled down at the head of dark, damp hair nestled against her side. “The end.” 

     “Read it again, Aunt Bru!” the girl chirped. 

     “I can’t, Sorcha” Brunnie got off the bed and tugged the waterproof covers up to Sorcha’s chin. “Your mom and I got an early day tomorrow, and if we stay up all night reading bedtime stories without her, she won’t be happy.” She shared a conspiratorial smile with her niece and pecked her forehead. “‘Night, Kiddo.’”

     She switched on the waterlily nightlight, and had her hand on the main light switch when Sorcha asked, 

     “Why was the hunter after the lake-horse?”

     A dozen real-life reasons sprang to mind, and only a handful were appropriate to share with a six-year-old. Brunnie huffed on a breath, fingers drumming against the door frame until she found an answer that wouldn’t leave Sorcha racked with nightmares but would make a likely impression. 

     “Well, there’re a lot of reasons why he could have done it - maybe someone he knew was sick, and something from her would have made them better, but why he did it doesn’t count,” she strolled back to the bed and sat on the edge, “Because he was willing to hunt her for it, and he didn’t have to.” 

     "Could someone like the hunter come here?” Sorcha looked her straight in the eye as she spoke, and Brunnie stared back before she shook her head and thumbed a strand of black hair behind Sorcha’s ear.

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IF YOU LOST ME IN A CROWD, WHAT ‘OFFENSIVE’ THING COULD YOU YELL THAT’D BE GUARANTEED TO TRACK ME DOWN? 

     The gasp heard ‘round the crowd was deep, drawn-out, and DRAMATIC. Pedestrians both young and old toppled over without warning, caught in a vicious human wake the Four Horsemen would’ve given a second look. 

     Brunnie loomed over Cupcake. Teeth were visible, nostrils flared wide, and brown eyes blazed with all the condemnation of Hellfire. 

     Buttons had been slammed.  

Every Color Illuminates

“ Well… ”

What does a Guardian of children say to a child at the end of the world? That it will be alright? That she would hold their hand?

Muse bit her lip. It was, as far as Armageddon went, a little bit… anticlimactic. Sure, fire and rampant destruction covered every streak- but it wasn’t instantaneous. It wasn’t horrifying. It wasn’t some terrifying, nightmare-inducing being descending from the sky and filleting you like a fish. Well, sure, there was a nightmare-inducing being descending from the sky- but he was holed up in his mansion getting absolutely wasted on trans-dimensional punch.

Muse rested a hand on the girls shoulder.

“ At least it’s exciting? I mean, it’s no snow day, but… ”