@hailstrife
i’m able to walk myself home, mydei.
@shedscales pft, sure. whatever you want.. i'm just making sure no one tries to snatch you up.
@shedscales right now, it isn't the safest of areas.. /especially/ with what happened. just take the offer.
mydei! wait... here. it's cold.. i knitted you a scarf.
* moar married assassin/baker au
.. you're kidding. it's just some guy in a cloak and mask. hmph..
* FR ego with the married a×b au
( it starts out small, a few days after his husband brought him home. khaslana is different, more reserved. its a challenge to get him to bond with meli— but not in the way it would have been five years ago. there's no challenge for mydei's love, but.. its something else. he's more reserved around mydei too; because his husband feels different, he can't really explain it. he also doesn't sleep in their bed— is it still their bed? it's new. it's not /safe./ he's too used to pain, and blood, and—- he wakes up screaming and crying, scars aching underneath his clothes. through his tears, the first thing he recognizes is a ball of fluff laying on his lap in comfort. the second is the feeling of mydei's arms wrapping around him slowly. khaslana's voice is small when he blinks through tears enough to settle on the baker's face. ) my .. dei.. mos?
* a×b married au
... that's true. ( he stays quiet for a little bit, letting himself lean against his husband's warmth. ) i.. know. im happy.. to be back home with you.
@delivereds i'm a light sleeper.. plus, you were screaming. i can't sleep through that. [ though there's a slight playful underline to the final sentence, mydeimos means it entirely. these 'dreams' were not, by any means, to be taken lightly. ] i'm always here..
( his shoulders visibly relax slightly at the kiss, quietly wrapping an arm around him. khaslana all but leans into the touch. ) ... i know. but i- i didn't want.. to wake you up with my dreams. ( well.. maybe calling them dreams is a bit of a stretch. they're more like night terrors. )
oh these scars? this one is from a leopard seal.
* merlana..
@delivereds you fought with a leopard seal ? ha, if that isn't commendable, i don't know what is.
flirting? do humans often use such flowery words?
* merlana au.. he's so confused
i suppose they're similar? although.. they don't usually involve competitions that include fighting.
we don't really have flirting? usually we drag others into competitions if we're into them.
cb and specify mood ! lmk if u want an au, spam/lit or disc drops ! <3
no, no.. out of everyone on the express, i probably have the biggest room! heh.
cb and specify mood ! lmk if u want an au, spam/lit or disc drops ! <3
this cursed power makes my body fight me every /time/ i try to resist it. (..) everything hurts.
* lol lord ravager phainon getting chronic pains from the mark of destruction
@delivereds [ the fierce heat is almost too much, but the idea that he isn't even the one experiencing it all- well, he could never let go thinking about that. ever. how terribly lonely he must have felt. ] .. and not even five minutes in the temperature of baths i take.
i know. ( the voice is raspy, like he almost breaks down. his body is so hot that it turns his tears into steam– so no one would notice even if he did cry. his body shudders, and he clings on — for once without reservations that he might hurt the man he loves. ) i know im warm.. its so hot, like sitting in the hot baths all day.
@delivereds [ usually, phainon's skin would be warmed by the sun like the old days.. but now, it's like he's become that very same burning flame. for a temperature like this, it's reminds him of the scorching baths he takes daily. the ones phainon would always go with him to. twice. it's almost as if he can feel it in his soul, an embrace so long overdue that he has to bite down on his lip, gauntlet-worn hands coming to wrap around their form. ] .. you're warmer than usual.