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Quite asleep she does curl up close having her own soul focus on his knowing that it’d be there. Thankfully there were no dreams, no color to pain the mind, just her sitting in darkness watching the soul flicker. Peace.
Liar. It was frightening inside. It would be another two hours before she’d stir to wake feeling as though her hunger has gotten worse.
Arthur sighed and crossed his arms, hugging himself. Oh, fie... His heavy eyelids held in place, and he loosened up, falling into sleep. Every two seconds he would inhale and exhale out his nose, and he rose and fell sideways in unison. He remained in this state while two hours passed. During that time his skin would remain warmer than the room and the cooler sheets below.
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Y̴̡̙̫͈̳̳͍͖͖͚͎͕̹͚̖̒̆͗͐̆̀O̴͙͚͔̾̌͛̂̓͛́̓̍̕͝͝Ů̵͕̱ ̴̧̟͕̖̮̘͙̥͋̔̿̾̽͋͂̊́̃̓̑̚͝W̵͔̭͚͖͈̖̼̮͚̮͎̪̻̿͗̃͆́͛̈́̚͜Î̵͖̰̞͇̹͖͖̳̺͚ͅL̷͙̜̻̃̔̔͛̔͆̀́̈̂̊̈̆͘̚Ḷ̷̛͎͙̮̜̂̓͌ ̸̪̦̭̙̘͉̻͔̹̫͍̺͈̗͊̄͒̏̏̎̈͂̾̏̈́͋̏͝ͅN̴͇͍̦͉̘̗̟̰̲̯͕̽̿̈́͐͊̉̑̾̉͋͋͐̇͐͠Ȩ̸̨̨̣̟͓̝̤̮̖̙͔́V̵͎̞̩̜̬͓̲͚̒̽̾̍̉͌̑͝E̵̡̼̭̝̓͌̉R̷̨̰̤̥̩͙̝̈́̀͋̐̔̅̽̋͜ ̵̛͉̦̪̦̝̰̟͇͉̭̠̺̞͉̜̽̅̄̿͆̈́͂͑͝E̶̡͙̙̠͓͇͓̠̠̘͔̰̠̊̒̋͊̈́̏̒̈́͒̉̚͝S̸̛̙͈͇̳̊͐͋͂͛͑̄̎̊̋̅͠C̴̡͔̺͕̯͍̭̗̩̙̠̱͓̬̿̉̈́̄͗͂̑͘Ȧ̷̡̰̭͕̫̱̭̟͖̻̯̦͕͈́̽̂͜P̵͚̗̝͉̗̲̪͕̹̻̲͉̏̏̔͐̓̚E̴̡̢̼̬̮̞͕̠̞͍̰̩̯̎
"... I may not be able to see you... I might not have all my magic... but I can damn well still fight. I will win."
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“Most likely I will. It’s easier to prevent nightmares if my soul resonates with yours close by.” If focused hard enough even with her eyes closed the mind would draw colors of how it looked inside him. “Moon bathing…is also…a must…” Drifted along to sleep she was more tired than let on to be honest, before meeting him things were muddy enough to die again so the game could restart.
Arthur winced and shivered, sensing signals from her touch. He blinked a few times. “Ah, I understand. Hopefully the right connections are made while we take this nap, then... ... do you... want me to hold you, or...” God, I know what romance is like! “You know what it’s like, Arthur, stop acting like a manus.” How can I argue with that, went his conversation with himself in his head. “Moon bathing...” he muttered, eyes shuttering again.
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Indeed his conclusion was right, she didn’t care about fitting in. If any human tried anything this one could simply kill them with ease unless Arthur said to stop.
He’d get over her need for touch soon enough she assumes so goes on to follow after Arthur. This place looked like time had indeed passed through it with the vibes she’d gotten; he’s lived long. “Bedroom looks lovely,” came the comment as she pokes her head in before roaming the place. Bed immediately settled on she pats it. “Let’s take a nap.”
“... right... what else can I do,” Arthur sighed, taking off his uniform jacket, tie and button-up shirt, leaving his undershirt and uniform trousers on. “I hope the bed is... comfortable. ... Umm... crikey. Are you going to insist on sharing a bed with me every night? I’ve got a guest room... right now it’s fine, but... you know what I mean.” Sighing again, he moved over to his side of the bed and set himself down onto it, stretching his legs once on his back. His eyes went shut. “Just what I needed...”
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Tended to be the normal thing. To be affectionate with her event starters would be for a positive outcome. A soft nuzzle against their chest is given before releasing the brit as a whole to better look around. “I can’t consume water or water based things like tea, milk is better.”
Serinaty glances back at the other once exploring a little has become boring though was curious about the kitchen. “Sleep first, we can look around after. I’ll be with you awhile.”
“You’re kidding, right? You can’t drink tea? ... there’d better be a very good reason that you can’t drink water. Your ears and tail aside, there’s no way you’ll fit in if you ever turn down tea for that reason. ... Though I suppose that’s not what you’re going for, anyways.”
Arthur folded his hands behind his back and sighed. “If you insist... right then. Follow me.” Out of the kitchen, past the small living room area and then plants in vases atop stands and paintings and a clock on the walls of the hallway, Arthur went along, stepping into the room at the end. Right next to the doorway was another doorway, into the bathroom with its sink, toilet and bidet, bathtub, and shower; in the center of the room sat the master bed, a king size; on the opposite side were curtains covering the sliding doors leading to the backyard; and on the wall to the left were a wardrobe, dresser and mirror, and yet another door into a small closet filled mostly with boxes and various antiques.
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Attachment. It was already there as his soul had resonated with her own on revealing it’s one of the event starters. Into the game she’d keep tugging the other further down blindly though felt little guilt in doing so.
The sight of the brick house was memorized quickly knowing it’d be easy to find moving forward. In a way this one feels as though he probably could have multiple houses what with living as long as he does; topic for another day.
Now what does get her expression to change is him welcoming the kitsune as if this would be a new home. Was it? That familiar fuzzy tail had begun to sway while staring at Arthur happy to have that word anytime. “Thank you.” On inside she wanders off to look around curious all over again about the way he lives curious if the other needs anything…to be useful to them. Tail still going she turns to see him in so goes over to hug the brit smiling. “Let’s take a nap together.” A pet. Perhaps something partial to that would be wise to go for this game.
“You’ve become quite affectionate very quickly, my friend.” Arthur crossed his arms and smirked. “Surely you’d like a cup of tea first. I can show you around my home as we do. (It looks straight out of a Monty Python sketch, I can’t lie.) Perhaps even a buttered scone, right?”
The walls were a tan color, with white liners touching the sand-tinted tile floor. Brown curtains hung over the window, white blinds filling in the space on the sill. The dining table and chairs were made of wood, as was the large cupboard with its glass shelves and mirror-surfaced back. The kitchen featured granite counters and wooden wall cabinets, so the appliances like the coffee-maker and toaster stood out in metal gray. A china teapot matched the cups set out by the sink. Above the fridge sat a model of a 104-gun first-rate ship of the line, complete with English flags on the mast and jackstaff, and the White Ensign astern.
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“I’d never hurt you only protect, even if you rejected me.” She admits knowing that his soul was special in this game thinking they couldn’t be replaced. His stare is met knowing he’s far old enough to probably catch something in her eyes; comes with being immortal.
Serinaty turns her gaze before tugging at his hand. “One day I promise, but you have to make memories with me. For now let’s go back to your home to rest.”
“Aye. It’s not that much farther. I’m sorry that we had to travel so long to get here... I don’t have anything to do the rest of the day, or... week... tentatively, anyways.” Arthur glanced down at their hands once again and squeezed her hand. “I do look forward to it, Serinaty.”
Soon Arthur could see his brick house on the street, spaced out minutely but evenly from a few others. He let out a sigh of relief and wiped sweat and dirt from his face with his free hand, and stepping up the driveway in front of the garage door, pulled out his ring of house keys. “Here it is, Number 618. Make sure you remember that. I feel that it stands out somewhat from the others, but blends in nonetheless...” He walked up the few steps to the front door, turned to Serinaty, and smiled.
“Welcome home.” Arthur put the master key into the lock and opened the door, stepping aside from the doorway and holding the door open. “After you.”
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Amethysts slide over to gaze at the other a moment not answering his question at first. Deciding to be playful the kitsune moves over to grab the Brits hand she tugs it to her lips amused by such an event starter with pretty emerald hues. “Indeed I was, no one could make this queen bow her head except an event starter.”
They were like a little light she’d do anything to be bathed in she would have gone crazy long ago without. Well…in truth Serinaty already knew how warped she can be. “A kingdom of the moon god is where I am from.” In his path now this one stares a moment liking his eyes. “While I said it’s to early for some things if my event starter asks of me I will do or tell them anything. You want a star? I’ll make one. If you wished someone dead, I’ll gladly show you their heart before I devour it. I’m yours.”
Arthur flushed, letting Serinaty take his hand. “Making a star... if that’s easy work for you... oi, I’m glad I didn’t completely turn you down when we first met back there. I’d hate to see you angry with me. Though... I suppose I’m used to getting that treatment from other countries.”
“The moon, eh? I’ll bet the buses don’t run there. That’s fine, I can wait. Surely one day you’ve got to invite me there, right?” he wondered, stopping to return the look into Serinaty’s eyes. ... I thought they looked... innocent, like... but now they only look sad... Serinaty’s not sad, though, is she? ... I’ll bet her eyes change color when she’s angry.
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Was it really anymore? So many times these trips happen she’s tired of it already. Only able to smile she says nothing much to that while following after, even when their linked hands were released.
“I’m sure it’s nice though not sure how well it compares..” The thought ended there comment wise still quite prideful in her own home.
“Compares to what? Perhaps there are many comparable buildings in other places in the world, but... perhaps even were I not so biased, I should say that Buckingham Palace is the best piece of architecture among them.” He continued down the southern side of the Mall, watching as a platoon of Grenadier Guards marched down the center. “You said details about your home would have to wait... is that what you were referring to?”
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Death was a game, as was life. She saw no real full meaning if she’d just keep coming back to play this endless game. Even so his touch meant something in this endless darkness…their souls always do. The fox was lonely despite the smile as well as tired of living outside the flow of time for others.
On after Arthur she smiles. “It’ll be okay I’ll die differently this time, but not without making memories with you first.”
“Right. You have to make this life livable... worthwhile... worth remembering. ... Not sure how much you’ll enjoy the little things I do... I guess we’ll see about that soon. Come on, then.” Arthur let go of Serinaty’s hand, put both his hands in his pockets, and began to walk towards the Mall. “Might as well pass by Her Majesty’s home. Of course, she’s out visiting Norway right now, but... well, maybe you’ve already seen it before. It’s on the way to Wembley though.”
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It was amusing really. She walked through like it was nothing having not reacted much if at all while now standing in London grasping his hand. “I’m used to the feeling so my mind views it differently travel wise, there’s also an easier way however I need to moon bathe.”
On her toes she stands pressing a kiss to his cheek, “you did a good job.” Hand released finally the kitsune grins stepping back having wanted to tease the Brit. “I’ve been alive for over three millennia of course I’ve seen London.” A single finger points to the tall white stone monument not far off with a slight somber look. “I jumped off that at one point and killed myself.”
A shrug is then given not thinking much of it. “Anyways off to your place so we can rest.”
“... you wot?” Arthur looked up at the statue of Nelson and then back at Serinaty, feeling a ticklish sensation lingering on his cheek. “Well, that’s... that’s interesting.”
Still glancing up at the monument, he stepped towards Serinaty and reached for her hand, squeezing it briefly. “I’ll not have you ruining a statue dedicated to my people’s and my favorite Admiral like that again, all right? ...” He moved away and aside and sighed again. “Now, on to my home then... that... portal thing made me drowsy, I think...” Now he yawned, beginning a slow walk in one direction.
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He’s kind of cute when he smiles some. As soon as the train stops she stands taking Arthur’s hand first chance while walking off. Humans could still be considered annoying with how they rushed about. “I can take us there through the abyssal void.”
The minute people were less sparse a tare in the world is made, and inside was nothingness, it was as well as wasn’t all at the same time. “When we go through here you can’t let my hand go…it is watching, and it will try to pull something to mess with you. Don’t worry though no matter what I am stronger.”
If things go well it’d just spit them out into the heart of London after a brief step through the abyss. To her it would be like nothing, but to some they might see an unpleasant thing that the brain can’t always process watching with it’s red eyes. A split moment before the world would rush with colors again.
“What? What’s it that you’re talking about—”
“OH MY DAYS—”
After that mess, sight came back to Arthur. Scanning around, he found himself looking at Nelson’s Column. “Oh. We’re... in Trafalgar Square.”
“... that was... that was quite something, Serinaty. ... Hopefully that did not take too much of a toll on you... crikey... train next time for me, please, but as for you...” Arthur sighed. “Well. Actually, haven’t you been in London before?”
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Three hours!? She thought this contraption would get them there in a few minutes. Yeah nope not gonna stay that long. “I do know a faster way, let’s get off at the next stop.” While her calmer demeaner is here for Arthur inside there is still a light bubble of fear of these things and it can only be shoved down so long.
“Oh, that’s disappointing, to be honest, but... perhaps this way I can get an idea of your powers. ... I suppose you’re damned if you do or don’t, eh?” Arthur smirked. “So much for having a nap... I guess I can leave that to the Spaniards. Well, we’ve hardly reached Williton, but I suppose we’ll get off there. Shouldn’t be much longer now...”
Eventually the train stopped in Williton, still 170 miles west of London.
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reblog this to let all your mutuals know you're a-okay with them sending you memes, tagging you in random starters, replying to your open starters, hopping into your ims to plot, and just poking you and offering interactions at any time!!
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It was sad she’s sure. “It’s molded you into who you are today as painful as it is, and as much as it haunts us.” The type of god he’s talking about compared to her own are far different which is alright. Serinaty stays close to him as if it’d ease something unspoken.
“How long is the train ride, Arthur?”
“Oh, it’ll be about three hours. We’ve not even stopped in Taunton, yet. ... I really hope you don’t mind. What with what I was just on about, waiting, waiting all the time... so be it. If you know of a faster way to London...” Arthur took a moment to process his contact with her. Her body is warm, which is... understandable. ... am I getting bored already? I should be used to this, by now... “As I said, try to get some rest, lass. I’ll likely nod off too.”
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Explain
Letter prompts.
[ EXPLAIN ]: a letter that explains the reasoning behind choices that the writer has made in the past, which they would like to explain to the recipient.
Esteemed France,
Politics are politics and war is war. That is how the world seemed to me, and no doubt, what my politicians believed for a long time.
That can hardly justify some of my later wars against you. In the earlier times, it was just for the fun of it. In one sense, I was taking revenge for having your culture forced upon me at a young age. In another, I was what one might call a 'blood knight.' War thrilled me. I deluded myself with the sensation for centuries henceforth. More importantly, I wanted to be the taller, stronger man. I may have portrayed you as a bumbling idiot wont to cook and eat the most outlandish and impure foods and escape into luxury and lust, but you were one proper rival back then; indeed, formidable foe, never too much a pushover.
It was quite disconcerting, knowing back then how times eventually called for us to work together. Yet, somehow... not warring with you any longer did seem to bring me some comfort. We'd had our scraps, but now, it was time to direct our ire against other foes. ... What awful days were those. What sort of positive could we take out of those military alliances, with our unclouded hindsight...
All right, there's fuck-all left to explain. I'm sure you understand the rest.
Kindest regards,
England
P.S. Surely you'll recognize that the writing of this letter was brought upon me by a superior.
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.
okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )
[ HAIR ]: sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)
[ CLOSE ]: while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.
[ CHIN ]: as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.
[ THUMB ]: while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.
[ WOUND ]: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.
[ INHALE ]: while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.
[ DANCE ]: when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.
[ BARE ]: as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.
[ SCAR ]: noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.
[ FOREHEAD ]: placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.
[ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.
[ LINGER ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
[ BEHIND ]: upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.
[ WAIT ]: realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.
[ ARM ]: after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.
[ HOLD ]: while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.
[ PLAY ]: while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.
[ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back
[ TOUCH ]: while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.
[ CUP ]: bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.
[ TUG ]: the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.
[ HUSH ]: while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.
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