into the dust we go

the kiss was so nice and almost comforting in a way that benedict's lips still tasted and felt the same as they did all those years ago when we were still allowed to be together and show affection to each other. back before things changed and i was left to dream about his lips until now when i got to feel them again.

i wondered what i did in the past to deserve such a fate, even wondered if my love for men was something that came back to punish me. now though, i knew i couldn't have predicted what happened, and i didn't do anything to make life turn out the way it did. i was just unlucky and i wasn't going to be sorry for my choice in romantic partners.

i was soon hugged by benedict and i just about melted into his arms while my own wrapped around him, holding the other vampire just as tightly as if he might disappear if i didn't. he was still the same young man that i loved for hundreds of years, but there was a new scent to him that i could easily get used to. i knew the same was true for his glasses, hair, tattoo and earrings. he could do anything to himself and i'd still love him as much as i did back when we were young.

"what are you doing after your shift ends?" i asked quietly after a moment, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze while still holding him close. "if you want, we can go back to my place and catch up on things." i wouldn't mind kissing him some more if he was up for it, but mostly i wanted to know what his life had been like before and since he was turned. we had a lot of things to share and i hoped he would take me up on the offer to go to my home where we could be alone.

feeling the other man hold him back as well made him feel at peace. the unexpected joy of finding your long lost first love would likely leave him on a high for a while after today. there would be no complaints on his end though. salvatore had been the only man he'd ever been in love with. despite having spent time with some other men over the centuries nothing had ever been as serious as what people referred to in love. he liked them all, but deep down he had also been afraid to lose someone again.

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 : a game of thrones / asoiaf multimuse as loved by nico 

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@witchyxwoo asked ❝that's better, you look like yourself again.❞ shane&rose

shane laughed a little ❝well its because i uh....❞ he hadn't told her about what happened at the cabin, nor that the man he was seeing was ilya. ❝my parents know i'm guy, and they are cool with it❞ rose had been the first person he actually told. well she figured it out. she was someone he trusted completely. he had wanted to tell her about ilya, but was scared because it wasn't as committed to each other. now that they have told one another that they love each other, his parents knew, he knew he could tell her and feel like it was all secure. ❝i told my parents that i'm guy. well they caught me and my boyfriend at my cabin❞

07. sharing silence with them. (from baela?)

He had not sought her out with intention.

That was perhaps the most honest thing he could say of it. He had simply found himself on the eastern ramparts as the sun finished its descent, the sky bleeding out in shades of amber and old bronze, and Baela had already been there when he arrived — perched on the stone ledge with her legs dangling over the edge in a manner that would have given half the keep a collective fit of nerves, utterly unbothered by the height the way only dragonriders ever truly were.

He had considered, briefly, retreating.

He had not.

Instead, he had taken up a position a few feet from her, forearms braced against the parapet, eyes finding the horizon the way they always did when he needed something that did not require anything of him in return. The city below moved and breathed and carried on its business, indifferent to the two of them standing above it.

Baela said nothing.

He said nothing.

He was not a man who tolerated silence poorly — he had always found noise the greater burden — but silence with most people still carried the particular weight of things unsaid, conversations hovering just beneath the surface waiting to break through. This was different. She sat beside him the way Caraxes flew beside him sometimes, simply present, requiring nothing, offering the particular comfort of company that did not demand to be acknowledged.

He glanced at her sidelong. His daughter. Laena's daughter. The shape of her mother lived in her jaw, in the certainty with which she occupied space.

He looked back at the horizon.

❛ Your dragon, ❜ he said, eventually, because silence with Daemon never lasted quite long enough to be called peaceful. ❛ She is flying well. ❜

baela had spent the better part of her day with her dragon moondancer. seeing how much they've been able to grow and how quick they flew around the cliffs made her proud. their bond felt closer than ever and the high valyrian commands had become much easier for her now as well. instead of spending the whole day with moondancer or inside the halls of their home, she'd chosen the stony cliffs. a rather peaceful spot, most of the time, that she sometimes snuck off to before she had to go to bed. today she sat perfectly perched, her feet dangling below and every few seconds she kicked them about.

she had not really been paying attention to the time, but had been able to tell when someone had appeared behind her. one of those strange feelings people sometimes felt. instead of speaking up she stayed silent. not even when baela had recognized the other presence as that of her father did she speak up. this felt like communication enough, for now, between the two of them. of course she caught the occasional side glance towards him before her eyes returned to the sights in front of her.

That evening, she had taken Rhaena's hand and had guided her outside after dinner. This was just going to be a time for them. They would walk together and talk together and spend time just as mother and daughter without anyone else involved.

"I've always enjoyed walking in the twilight." Laena announced, treading a familiar path through the gardens.