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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandoms: The Hands of the Emperor - Victoria Goddard, Nine Worlds - Victoria Goddard Relationships: Gaudy Vawen & Tully nai Vasiaan, Gaudy Vawen & Cliopher "Kip" Mdang, Gaudy Vawen & Tully nai Vasiaan & Zaoul of the Tkinele, Gaudy Vawen & Lord Eldo Vardes Characters: Gaudy Vawen, Tulliantha nai Vasiaan, Zaoul of the Tkinele, Cliopher "Kip" Mdang, Artorin Damara, Lord Eldo Vardes, Kiri Kalikiri, Aioru (The Hands of the Emperor) Additional Tags: Bureaucracy, Leaving Home, Family Feels, Cliopher Mdang's Relentless Competence, POV Outsider, closer to POV Newcomer actually, but that's not a tag, Canon-Typical Court Racism, Fabricated Thunder Lizard Facts Sorry Tully, Familial Rejection, Fitzroy Angursell Poetry Readings, One-Sided Rivalry, Misunderstandings, Gratuitous Use of Metaphor, Canon-Typical Gazing, The Mortifying Ordeal Of Knowing Your Boss Is Human When He's Supposed To Be An Emperor, Canon-Typical Speculation about Cliopher/His Radiancy, sibling dynamics

Summary:

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School recess, girl scout cookies, mint-chocolate sweets, hair dye, piles of composition notebooks, MCR’s Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge and “Headfirst for Halos,” daytime walks in town in the summer, flashlight tag in the park, piles of stuffed animals, dragons, well-used and loved books, cats, 3am rants about anything and everything, long hugs.

TOOK ME ABSOLUTELY FOREVER BUT HERE IT IS

10. “Come here, you need a hug.”

It had been a rough night. While Julian wasn’t nearly hitting her face with his foot or stealing the blankets, the witch was tormented by her own nightmares. Red. Fire. The stench of death nearly palpable.

She woke up in cold sweat for the last time that night, as the gentle strokes of blue and pink splashed the sky outside like a watercolor painting. No more sleeping for her, definitely. Amalthea sat up in the bed, looking outside the window and then to the man sleeping beside her, clinging to her waist in a way his cheek pressed against her; she couldn’t tell which sight was more beautiful.

Slowly but surely, that beautiful, extraordinarily peaceful expression seemed to contort before her own eyes, as did the place around. It was so subtle she failed to notice it until it had already overtaken everything. Fire. Him, exhibiting both his beautiful eyes, and Asra on the other side, terrified.

“No-!” Amalthea closed her eyes shut, pressing her hands against her closed eyelids until she saw stars under them, and curled herself into a tiny ball against the wall.

A grumble above the crackling sound of fire warned her that the real-world Julian had been bothered by her sudden movement, and the quick shifting of the bed as well as the loss of his arms’ warmth around her waist served as a more urgent warning of such.

“Amalthea…?” His hands barely hovered over her wrists, leaving behind the faintest trace of a calming touch. “What happened, my dear?”

She whimpered a muffled “Nightmare…?” Taking her hands off her eyes and opening them to look at the doctor, but she could barely focus with the moving galaxies that clouded her sight.

“I’ll take that was your answer and not an actual question.” His eyelid dropped gently over his functional eye and his soft smile shone like the moon that had just left the sky, as if she were afraid of being compared to him.

He then cupped Amalthea’s face between his hands, careful as he’d touch the frailest or birds, and planted a small kiss on her forehead.

i stir without a mixer but i only do that bc it lets me take out all my anger and rage on the batter but like?? how do u make merangues without a mixer that’s just asking for pain