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acorns-and-feathers-ii · 1 year

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For Marla.

Friendbruary prompt #20 - Friends for a summer

Why am I starting from prompt #20, dear Marla? Because I saw you last night, at the theatre, across rows of embellished velvet seatings, just before the performance started. How long has it been, since we last met? 8 years, I believe. We locked eyes for a few long seconds, awakening memories long gone, familiarity in our hearts. But we’ve both grown, we don't really look like our past selves anymore. I didn’t recognize you. And you, you didn’t recognize me. It was only upon seeing your mother sitting next to you, moments later, that I became certain it was you.

But fate is cruel, Marla. You didn’t look at me for the rest of the night - why would you? in that moment, I was nothing but a stranger - and while I ran outside as fast as possible after the curtain call, magic from the performance still lingering in the room, heart vibrating with hope of finding you, you were nowhere to be found. You had been faster than me. You were gone.

I know, Marla, the prompt says “friends for a summer”. Yes, I know we weren’t friends for one summer. We were friends for entire summers. We grew up together, meeting up at the farmhouse in the woods, every summer. I never meant to leave - life tore me away, at the age of 18. I left without knowing it would be my last day there. I'm mourning, Marla, I'm mourning. I had a dream, my precious friend, where we were together, at the old farm, enjoying the sunlight with our friends. I realized it wasn't real, soil crumbled under me, and I cried and cried and cried. I miss you, I miss you all. I miss that place, I miss the weeks we spent there, and the adventures we shared - do you remember playing in that hay covered floor, painting that blackboard, getting so many mosquito bites that we became immune to them? Do you remember Hellen? and Michael? and Paul? are you still in touch with them? Can I also get in touch with you?

I know, Marla, the prompt says “friends for a summer”. However, dear Marla, can we be friends for a lifetime?

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prompts by @seventhscorpio here 🖤 thank you for making this challenge, it's incredibly beautiful! I may or may not have cried writing this lol

Friends and platonic relationships can be just as meaningful as romantic love. Let's cherish them more!

#Friendbruary2023 #Friendbruary #again sorry for starting from no. 20 #I saw Marla at the theatre and inspiration struck me #She has always been the rational friend so it's likely she doesn't miss me #I am the kind of person who follows their heart more #she was my “grounding light” haha #I'm by no means a writer but #I really wanted to write down my feelings for her and the people at the farmhouse #I miss them...#my writing #original post (tm)

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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One Rescue Leads to a Celebratation

A tale adventure of Rick and Evie O’Connell with their dear friend, Indiana Jones.

🥳This was written for the birthday of @sweater-daddiesdumbdork !!! 🥳 Hope you enjoyed this. 🎁 There is one small gift still coming, it will be posted soon!!! 🎂

The icy wind whipped around the two of you, as the snow crunched under your boots. Your arm was looped with Rick’s. You already knew that your cheeks were as crimson as Ricks, as you made it up icy walkway.

“Remind me again why Indy sent us here?” Grumbled Rick.

“Well, more like his writing in his diary did. We have to find him.” Determination had filled Evie after finding Indy’s hotel in shambles in Delhi. The only thing that had remained undisturbed, was his dairy. It had remained open, with the ink still wet when she had grabbed it.

“I know we have to find him, but don’t you always say…” Rick’s voice trailed off.

“…no harm ever came from reading a book?”

“Yes, that.”

“Well, that wasn’t a book. That was a diary.”

Ricked stopped and looked down at the woman, be loved with all of the fiber of his being. “Well, that now makes this a lot less comforting.”

“Rick our friend was kidnapped. You knew this would not be easy.”

“True.” She watched as he ran his fingers frustrated through his brown strands. “We have followed all three spots, at least this is the only one where we had to deal with snow.”

He gave her a light smile. “That’s true. But that bat cave, outside of Kiev was rough.”

She shivered. “And stinky.” She made a face. “But now, we have to be pleasant and mingle in that party, we have to see if it has any leads to where these people took him.”

“So you think we can go in the front door?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “I will be as charming as always. They will let us in.”

******

With, a curl of a smile Evie handed Rick a glass of champagne.

He took it, finally warming after the cold walk from where they had parked their car far off. Hoping it would could make for an easier get away if it was needed.

They scanned the crowd as they moved around. Without notice they managed to find themselves in a library.

Evie made a face, “You would think they would have at least good champagne.”

Rick nodded but took another sip. “But we have to be charming.” He lightly teased.

Evie rolled her eyes but then stopped and he watched her eyes grow.

“What?” He glanced in the direction of her look and didn’t catch it.

“That was the statue, he had managed to sketch some of.”

“Oh?” He followed her.

She put the glass down and ran her fingers over it. Suddenly, with even her gentle touch the statue shifted and a bookcase groaned as it moved to the right.

Evie and Rick shared a look, and went over to the opening. Evie, almost immediately began to enter the darkness.

He grabbed her arm. “Let me lead.”

“Really?”

“There could be rats down there and you are still in well,” He gestured with his hand. “You are still in your heels.”

She took them off and held them with one hand. “Better?”

He sighed. “Just a bit, be careful.”

She gave him a bright smile. “Always.”

*****

“You will stay here till you tell us where you brought the mask of the great Arshaka. We want that power.”

“I’ll never tell.”

Evie heard a smack and a grunt but then it was quickly followed by Indy’s charming laugh. She could practically see the smirk on his face.

“That’s Indy.” Hissed Rick.

Evie, nodded.

“If you are going to smack me, smack my other side, I do believe I got a mosquito bite before you brought me to this frozen waste land.” He chuckled again.

There was some huffing and puffing, another sound that resembled a smack and then hurried footfalls.

Evie and Rick ducked into a darkened room. Just as they did someone rushed by. Slowly, they peaked out and saw no one, so they hurried and found Indy tied to a chair. His hair was ruffled, his one cheek was swollen but nothing serious. That was probably the bite, Evie mused.

“We found you.” She whispered while Rick, looked around and found a trowel. He immediately began to work at the ropes that held Indy down.

“You two took long enough.” He chuckled. Once freed, he rolled his shoulders and hugged them both. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Rick gestured to Evie, “She knew what to do when she saw your diary.”

Evie beamed. Indy smiled. “I was hoping they ignored it when they rushed in.”

*****

Grabbing, what they could they began to run from the house.

Rick, catching himself from slipping flipped the shot gun he had managed to get his hands on and shot above the group that was chasing after them. A gargoyle came loose and squashed a fair amount.

Indy managed to get a few, as he turned and shot a few with a pistol he got his hands on. Making it to the car, they all piled in. “You brought it with you?” Indy practically growled.

Rick gunned the engine and they tore off.

Evie, looked back at him as she rubbed one of her feet. “Where else would it be?”

“Sent home.”

Rick met his Indy’s eyes in the mirror. “We didn’t have time.”

******

The train car swayed as Evie navigated to the dining car. She smiled, “I figured the two of you both had enough time for boys talk while I wired Alex told him, mom and dad would be home and Uncle Indy would be in tow.”

“Its never the same without your input into our discussions.” Indy smiled as she went and sat across from him.

“You are too kind. I know sometimes, you two love to gossip about the world without me.

Indy and Rick shrugged. “It will be good to see him. He is a good boy.”

Rick, shook his head. “Well, he has moments that remind us of you.”

“Oh? A thirst for finding the arc of the covenant?”

“Driving Evie and I crazy when he hides and we have to find him.”

Indy gave a hearty laugh as the waiter arrived, to take their orders. Evie, smiled happily seeing her favorite drink sitting besides Rick’s and Indy’s.

She nudged, Rick. “He’s not that bad.”

Indy, smirked. “I better work harder on that then.” They laughed then.

“Oh, wait!” Indy held up his glass. “Evie, don’t think I forgot!” He reached into his pocket and took out a small box. He slid it over to her.

“Oh Indy, you didn’t have to. This ride on the Orient Express is enough.”

“Nah! And a toast, may you have an absolutely wonderful birthday.”

“Yes, love.” Rick continued. “Here is to many years of adventures, love and laughter with each other and our friend, Indy.”

Glasses clinked and smiles were then shared, as the train chugged through dark landscape.

#rick n evie #rick and evie imagine #rick o'connell #evie o'connell #rick and evie fanfiction #happy birthday

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theundercovermarvelfan · 5 years

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(Trying to get back in to writing by catching up with the Whumptober Challengefor @whumptober2019!)

Alternate Prompt used today!

Day Eighteen - Lost

Clint crouched silently on the rock protruding part way out into the river. He watched the rapids carefully, eyeing the fish that swam by. Finally, he struck out with the sharpened bamboo stick he had fashions, spearing one of the fish swimming by. He studied it for a moment, turning it on the stick. It looked healthy enough. He pinched the tail of this fish with the one he had speared just a few minutes ago and then stood, carefully hopping from rock to rock in order to make it back to shore.

He grabbed the long stick he had left leaning up against a tree on the shore before he started back through the jungle. He used the stick to probed the underbrush before he walked through it, hoping to scare away any venomous snakes or spiders as he headed back to camp.

The camp was set up in a small clearing just a few minutes away from the scream. He glanced around to make sure nothing had changed, relieved that everything was just how he had left it. He headed for the small fire that was still burning. He still had the bamboo sticks from the night before, cut down the middle to create a kind of prong that the fish could fit horizontally into. Once both fish were in place, he just had to lay them across the horizontal sticks he had built over the fire and the fish began to cook.

With a decent breakfast underway, Clint turned to the next order of business. He went around the area to check the traps he had set up with sticks, vines and leaves in order to catch any water or dew that he could. He frowned as he found each trap to only have a little bit of water in each. Not exactly what he had been hoping for. Working very carefully, he consolidated all the water into one leap that he cupped to hold the several small gulps he had managed to gather.

“I thought this was supposed to be the damn rainforest,” he grumbled to himself. He took a couple small sips and then headed for the lean-to that he had built on one side of the small clearing and ducked inside. “Up and at ‘em, sunshine.”

Initially, there was no movement from Natasha. She lay curled on her side with her back to him, just as he had left her before he had gone for food. Clint knelt next to her, reaching over and putting a careful hand on her shoulder, feeling the heat of the fever radiating off of her. Under normal circumstances, the touch would have brought her lurching back to consciousness, but today it elicited little more than a small flinch.

“C’mon, Nat,” he said lowly but firmly, a small note of pleading in his voice. “You gotta get up. I’ve got breakfast almost ready.”

Finally, Natasha shifted her head to look blearily at him over her shoulder. “‘M tired,” she rasped.

“I know,” Clint said sympathetically. “But you’ve got to drink and eat something. Please, Nat?” She let her head fall back down to its original position, and Clint sighed heavily. “Can you at least sit up some and drink a little water?” He was already reaching over with one hand and gently pulling her onto her back.

She thankfully didn’t resist. Instead, she blinked around warily with eyes clouded by fever. “Where are we?”

“Taking a little vacation in the Amazon rainforest,” Clint said, his voice strained. It was a question that she was asking more and more often, and that certainly wasn’t a good sign. “C’mon, Tasha, I need you to drink something, okay?”

He threaded a hand under her shoulders and used it to leverage her up as gently as he could. She groaned and grimaced at the action, causing Clint’s heart to twist. He hated causing her more pain. He brought the leaf to her lips as she seemed to come back to herself a bit as the water hit her lips, drinking greedily until the leaf was empty. Clint sighed in relief as he discarded the leaf and then carefully helped her sit up more, leaning her up against the tree the lean-to was built into.

“Did you get some?” she asked suddenly, her voice small and childlike.

Clint looked at her in confusion, but saw that she wasn’t looking at him. He followed her gaze to the water leaf he had discarded.

“Yeah, I drank some before I came in here,” Clint assured her, ignoring the lightheaded feeling that was starting to set in. It wasn’t a lie. He had enough to keep him going and Natasha needed it more than he did right now. The air inside the lean-to clung to him thickly, already drawing sweat despite the fact that the sun was barely up yet. “How about we go outside? You’ll get a little more air out there.”

Natasha mumbled something that Clint couldn’t make out, her eyelids sagging as unconsciousness was already pulling at her. Clint sighed, threading one arm behind her shoulder and the own scooping under her legs, lifting her and ducking out of the shelter. There was a small whine of protest, but other than that she didn’t react much.

Clint didn’t move her far, instead he just leaned her up against the adjacent side of the tree the shelter was built into. As he settled her back down, his eyes strayed to the bandages packed into her side. The bullet wound actually hadn’t initially been terrible, all things considered. It hadn’t been too much more than a deep crease. Clint had cleaned it and bandaged it as best as he could the first chance they had gotten, but despite the efforts, after three days of wandering through the jungle, it had become painfully apparent that infection was starting to get the best of her.

Those initial signs of infection had appeared five days ago. There wasn’t much that Clint was able to do for it and that fact was gut wrenching. His survival skills were excellent and he could likely live like this for weeks, maybe even months if he had to.

But Natasha was quickly running out of time.

“Feel up to eating something?” Clint asked. It wasn’t much, but it was something that he could do. He wasn’t surprised when there wasn’t an answer.

Clint went to work skinning and carving up the fish with his combat knife. With some coaxing he was able to get her to eat a fair few bites and she even managed to keep it down this time, unlike the night before. That was something at least.

“Okay, I know you’re got gonna like this,” Clint said after stomping out the fire and crouching down next to Natasha. “But we’ve gotta move on.”

Natasha sighed, her head drifting heavily on her shoulders as she blinked dully. “‘M tired.”

“I know,” Clint said softly. “But we’ve gotta keep moving.”

He hated to do it, but if the rescue team -- that may or may not be actually looking for them and may or may not be searching the right area -- didn’t find him, their next best chance at surviving this was to find some kind of civilization. And the only way to do that was to cover some ground while they could.

They didn’t have much in the way of supplies left, so it didn’t take Clint long to pack it up. He had his combat knife and his bow, but had long ago run out of arrows. He had a couple sharpened bamboo sticks in his quiver, but they wouldn’t work great with their lack of weight. He had Natasha’s sidearm, but it was out of ammo.

Once he had all that together, he went back to Natasha, who had drifted off. Gently he shook her awake again, earning low groans in protest.

“Please, Nat,” he implored. “I need you to try to walk. Just a little, okay?”

Of course he could carry her, but he couldn’t keep that up forever. Also, to be honest, he was starting to wear down as well. While he wasn’t nearly as bad off as Natasha, he could feel himself waning day by day. And if he was honest with himself, judging by his numerous mosquito bites, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was starting to come down with malaria.

Clint pulled Natasha’s arm over his shoulder. “C’mon, here we go. One, two, three.” Natasha yelped as Clint lifted her and his chest clenched in sympathy. “Okay, we’ve just going to walk a little bit. You can do that, right? Right?” He squeezed Natasha encouragingly.

“Jus’ a little bit?” Natasha mumbled.

“Yeah, just a little bit,” Clint assured her. Her legs moved stiffly and most of her weight was still on Clint, but it was better than nothing. He grabbed a long stick in his free hand in order to probe the undergrowth, and then they were off.

“Where are we?”

“Where would you like to be?” Clint asked. “What’s your favorite place in the world Tasha?”

“Hm,” Natasha hummed. Her head started to fall.

“Hey,” Clint said, shaking her slightly. “If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? Your favorite place in the world.”

“New ‘Ealand.”

“New Zealand?” Clint said, arching an eyebrow in surprise. “Where in New Zealand?”

“Fiord’nd.”

Clint had to think for a minute because he could translate. “Fiordland? I don’t think I’ve ever been. I think we should go. What do you think?”

“Hm.”

“Nat? What do you think?”

“Where are we?”

Clint sighed. “We’re heading for Fiordland, obviously. Just a little bit farther.”

“You sure?”

“Yep, very sure. Just keep walking okay? One foot in front of the other.”

Clint tried to keep her talking, but the longer they walked, the more difficult it became. Eventually, he started to feel like he was just being cruel, dragging her around this jungle when it was very likely that they weren’t going to get out of here.

And just as he had the thought, a jet screamed by overhead. He was so shocked that almost let Natasha fall. His eyes went frantically to the sky. Was it possible…?

As quickly as he could he set Natasha down against a nearby tree and tore the bow off of his back, nocking one of his bamboo sticks and firing it straight up into the air, through a small gap in the canopy. Then he fired another… and another… and another. It was a laughably small attempt at a flare, but it was all he could do.

When he ran out of bamboo, he just stood as stared up, holding his breath. For a long time, it seemed that the hum of the jet was getting further away. But then… was it closer? Or was that just wishful thinking?

And then, finally, through the gap in canopy he saw the jet as it hovered over them. His gaze narrowed in on the SHIELD insignia on the bottom of the Quinjet.

They were saved.

#whumptober2019 #altno.6 #fanfiction #fanfic #clint barton #hawkeye #natasha romanoff #Black Widow #whump #@whumptober2019

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quill-dribble · 7 years

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Mathias Anderson: Intro

A long time ago, I got the idea of writing stories that intersected around several different characters. Originally a cast of ten or so “main” characters (with their own individual stories and side characters) with some being slightly more important to an overarching story than others. This was the first of these stories, and I might finish Mathias’ story one of these days. Might get around to Iris’ and Arthur’s stories one day as well... Ah well...kinda needs some editing too... No matter, enjoy! - Porco de Palma

The old clock in the bedroom cranked over to mark the arrival of 2 am. Mathias sat in the creaky blue armchair, his musty cigar still smoldering in the ashtray as he lazily stared at the censored adult video ads scrolling across the muted old box television. The bourbon and pain meds would kick in soon, and he’d drift off into the drug-abided sleep he’d come to adapt to since coming home from the war all those long years ago.

It seemed like a normal southern night. The wind moved the swamp grass, a dry gentle rustling in the pitch darkness. But the darkness seemed…louder than normal. Even the wind was silent. That’s when he noticed the shadows. There were more of them than usual.

And they were moving.

“Seems like one of those nights, doesn’t it?” he muttered as he stood up from his chair, staring at the multitude of the umbral presence outside.

He stretched his limbs as the silence was suddenly pierced by a wail from outside. Staring at the window, he noticed the rope ladder he built years ago after an accident, something about being trapped in the attic. After reminiscing, he stared outside, finding nothing.

Yawning, Mathias grabbed his pistol and checked the slide. Satisfied with its performance, he grabbed a magazine and fed it to the magazine well, prepping for what he always referred to as a “calm debate.”

Calm indeed.

The darkness around him seemed to breathe, slowly in and out, patiently staring like a hungry beast. Sighing as the wind from the open window caressed the twisted hair of his beard, he grabbed the rope ladder and tossed it out into the darkness below.

Turning back to the door to the stairs, a dark roar emanated from his soul as he stared at the empty blanket of the void. Terror gripped his chest as his labored breathing increased the pressure on his chest. His palms, slick with sweat, shook rapidly like the wings of the mosquitoes he swore eternal vengeance upon.

A crash at the door confirmed his suspicions as wood splintered violently, snapping the door downstairs into several small pieces.

Grabbing what was left of the bourbon, he tore a scrap of cloth from his shirt and stuffed it into the bottle. The lighter he had previously discarded while watching television was sitting on his desk, shining in the flashing lights of the muted television.

He slowly crept over to the table beside the chair, taking every precaution to silence any noise from the creaking wood of the rotting floor. His crystalline eyes stared ahead at the photographs on the table, assorted pictures of his old unit and his late wife.

Grimly closing his eyes, he fought off the phantom pain his memories brought him, trying to focus. Visions of his old allies swam in his head: Arthur and his scarred face, Jonathan with his broad shoulders, and the smaller bespectacled Eric, and the others. Shaking his head as his misty eyes dripped openly, he brought himself back to the present as the darkness from before began to flood downstairs.

“Goddamnit,” He muttered, lighting the cloth stuffed liquor bottle. Staring down the stairs, the multitude of shadows crept up towards him, each with a pair of shining bloody eyes.

Lightly tossing the bottle below he grabbed the pistol and the photograph from before as he backed away to the rope ladder.

Unnatural screams from below rang in Mathias’ ears. The groaning and writhing figures from below blazed against the flames as Mathias ran to the ladder. Descending as quick as he could, he looked up as the shadows gathered at the top, chastising him as one by one as the burning light swallowed them.

Mathias sighed as he slowed his quick descent from the ladder, trying to tame his tired lungs with a small respite from the night’s events. Collapsing to the ground, he sighed as he felt his pockets for another possession he grabbed from his now blazing house.

“Ah there she is,” he whispered as he slid it out of his jacket.

He admired the label as it glinted in the moonlight.

“Madam Rose’s Ash Whiskey! Can’t get enough of the stuff.” He muttered as he unscrewed the cork.

As he downed a swallow of the drink, reveling in the burning passions of his throat, he heard footsteps behind him. His eyes narrowed as he gripped the pistol in his pocket.

They grew closer and closer, until he was fairly certain that their source was close enough...

He suddenly spun around, turning on his heel as he kicked dust from the ground; greeting his latest guest with a shout from his weapon.

Firing several rounds until the gun clicked, he stared ahead, waiting carefully for the dust to clear.

Standing before him was a familiar figure, broad chested and shouldered, reaching just above his height. A beard covered his chin now however, but he still had the same three scars decorating his face.

Mathias dropped the gun as he fell to the ground, staring as his old companion’s jaw realigned itself after being ripped from the pistol. The hole in his arm closed up without incident, even removing the bloodstains that his clothing suffered, leaving no trace of the earlier violence.

“A pleasure to see you too, Mathias. It would seem we have a great deal to discuss.”

Mathias closed his eyes and sighed. Carefully wiping the sweat off his brow, he stared at the man before him as he tried to ignore the flames of his old home.

“What do you want Arthur? I’m retired. I’ve been done with this gig for years now! I haven’t taken up arms in several decades, I’m old too,” Mathias bitterly yelled as he pointed to his burning house.

“My house is in ruins, my peaceful retirement has been blown to sheds by you and your shadows! Why are you trying to ruin my life!?” Mathias screamed as he grabbed the lapels of Arthur’s coat.

“You and I both know I didn’t do this. If I did, you wouldn’t be alive. By the time I learned of what was happening, I got here as quick as I could. But that isn’t the initial reason for this visit.” He calmly explained, ignoring Mathias’ shaking fists.

Mathias let go of his friend and sighed.

“Why did you come here then? I’m sure you’d have made a house call,” He reasoned, scratching his chin.

“Normally, I’d have sent a letter or a messenger, but time was of the essence. I’m sure you remember your protégé, the young Isabella?” he asked.

Mathias nodded.

“Yeah…what about her? I haven’t spoken to her in years, “ He replied.

“She needs your help.”

Mathias sighed.

“I’m too old to take apprentices. She had her chance ten years ago, it’s not my fault that she-”

“Don’t make excuses Mathias. Besides, she needs a good coach for the tournament,” Arthur interrupted.

“Tournament? What are you talking about?” Mathias blurted out.

“Didn’t hear? It seems the crown is holding a competition next week, it’s been all over town,” Arthur explained.

Mathias shook his head.

“Whatever, I don’t have time for this, I need to find out who did this to my home and hunt them down. Isabella is a big girl now, she can take care of herself!” He grumbled bitterly.

Arthur rolled his eyes.

“That may be true, but I think you’ll want to take notice of this,” he replied as he placed a flier into Mathias’ hands. ’

“What is this…?” Mathias muttered.

“An invitation, to the tournament in question. It would seem one of those thugs had it on their person. It would seem that it is likely they, or one of their kind, intend to participate,” he replied, stretching his arms.

Mathias crumpled the paper in his fist as he stared into the horizon.

“I’ll make them…whoever they are…pay for this.”

Arthur sighed.

“The first thing I suggest we do is to attempt to hunt down our other two comrades Jack and Eric. If those two are still alive, they might be able to help us.” He suggested as he brushed the lapels of his coat.

Mathias gritted his teeth.

“And where the hell are they? I tried to keep in touch with them, but they never replied. You didn’t either, by the way.”

Arthur rolled his eyes.

“I’ve been busy keeping my condition under control, I have a good deal of measures to take you see.”

Mathias raised an eyebrow.

“Condition…?” he asked.

Arthur laughed heartily, until his belly ached and his eyes watered.

As Mathias eyed him sorely, Arthur bit his finger to stop himself from laughing.

“Ohohoho…ahaha…ah. I’m sorry old friend, it’s just…haven’t you been able to tell?” he asked. “About my face?”

Arthur stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the burning flames, illuminating the same face that Mathias stared at all those years ago. Not a single added wrinkle to that face, but the same three scars. His hair had not grayed whatsoever, in fact…

Mathias’ hands shakily dug into his pocket and removed the photographs that he had grabbed from his home before it burned.

He flipped through until he found the right one: the photograph of his old allies during the war.

Raising the photo to the light, Mathias stared at the man before him and compared him to the crumpled edges of the picture.

“…What are you?” Mathias asked, grimly eyeing him with a malicious curiosity.

“Old.” He replied as he stared at the rising sun.

“I’ll answer your questions later. For now, we need to get moving.” He explained as he walked into the horizon.

Mathias sighed and stared ahead.

The sun glowed in the sky like a fresh orange, ripe for the picking. Sighing as he picked up his feet, Mathias trudged after his companion as his old home crumpled into the blazing ash.

#kind of an oldie #needs some editing #but eh #I need to post something?

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rofics · 7 years

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Writing Challenge: Day 4

prompt: fireworks

4th of July was a typical American holiday but it was full of joy and wonder. The fireworks lighting up the night sky, where you get eaten by mosquitoes and will probably witness a drunken fight. One of the most cheesy things to do is confess to someone as the fireworks light up the sky.

Today was 4th of July and I had managed to rope my friend and crush Leo into going with me to see the fireworks. Of course the other 5 had to come along because I’m friends with them as well. We all spent the daytime hanging out, walking around looking at random things. The fireworks didn’t normally start until 9 o’clock so we decided to part for the next few hours and then they would pick me up again. Inside I wanted to plan my outfit because I wanted to do the cheesy thing of confess to Leo and wanted to look nice when I did it. I needed to pick something comfortable, warm, and cute. I went through my closet, trying to pair a bunch of clothes together but nothing look right. Finally, I found a cute maroon sweater shoved in the back of my closet so I decided to pair it with some dark jeans and black boots. Looking ready enough I got something to drink and turned on the tv to pass the time but I ended up browsing Tumblr and lost track of time. I only realized when my phone chimed with a message

‘We’re outside!’ Ken sent the message so I turned the tv off and locked my front door and made it outside. There were two cars and I went to the one less filled and guess what..those trolls made it so that I had to sit with Leo in the back. He didn’t seem too happy about that since Ken was sitting peacefully in the front with N driving. I muttered a small hello, nervousness taking over me as I tried to sit as close to the door as possible. Then I realized that it probably seemed rude and I sighed inwardly. Before I was able to put my seat belt on N pulled out and took a sharp turn so that I fell sideways..directly onto Leo’s lap.

“Sorry!” I squeak out and sit up so I can put my seat belt on. I glared at N in the mirror and he just looked back at me innocently. Ken was laughing loudly so I whacked him on the shoulder followed by Leo trying to get up and fake strangle N. The rest of the drive was pretty normal and we managed to make it at a good time, there were a lot of people but it wasn’t overcrowded. N found a decent spot and pulled in, the others following closely in another spot. We all got out and I greeted the others. The trunk was open so I went to grab the chair I always sit in when Leo grabbed it first along with his

“I’ll carry it” he says and I nod with a small blush. I could carry my own things but I’m not complaining. Ken bumps my shoulder with his and I playfully hit him, everyone else knew about my crush because Ken has a blabber mouth and told everyone the day he found out. Well except for Leo of course..or so I hope...

‘Oh no..does he already know?! What if he rejects me then??’ I think frantically and let out a small whine with my head down. Hongbin rubs my shoulder and we head off to find a spot. We ended up hitting the jackpot and got the best view, right out in the open with no trees in the way. Our setup was a bit weird because instead of sitting next to the others Leo set our chairs a bit behind them and pretty close together. I tried to keep my cool and sat down, letting the noise of other people take over. By now my mind was racing with so many thoughts of being rejected and a sick feeling made its way into my stomach

“Are you okay? You look a bit pale” Leo asks quietly and I nod my head weakly

“I’m fine” I respond and fiddle with my hands. Ken saves the day by turning around and dragging us into a conversation they were having about how big the fireworks would be. It lasted until there was an announcement that the fireworks would begin in a few minutes. As it got darker the wind began to pick up and I cursed at myself for not bringing a coat with me but I should be okay for now. Everyone grew silent as the announcement for the fireworks came on and the show began. It started out small and I sank into my chair so I could get a better view. It was always awe inducing how there were so many kinds of fireworks, my mouth was open and my eyes focused on the colors in the sky. I guess in all of my awe I forgot that the cold was picking up and a jacket was being tossed onto my lap. I tore my gaze away and looked at Leo who was watching the fireworks, I smile to myself and wrap the jacket over my shoulders and then go back to watching the fireworks. Once again I wasn’t paying attention and barely noticed when Leo scooted his chair closer to mine. I could tell that the finale was coming up because they started to burn of the same ones all at the same time. It slowly picked up and then it happened, they lit the giant ones on fire and the finale began. I felt a tap on my shoulder and forced myself to look away from the sky but I was met by Leo’s face really close to mine

“I like you” he states and my mind goes blank.

Was this really happening?

So I did the only rational thing I could think of

“I like you too” I blurted as the last firework went off. Everyone cheered and the rustling of chairs started as people began to pack up. Leo gave me one of his rare smiles and stood up so I followed. He folded his chair up and I folded mine up so he carried both on his left shoulder and held a hand out to me. I blushed heavily but took his hand and the others cheered

“Pay up” N demanded, holding his hand out. Ken and Ravi both gave N money

‘They made a bet?’ I thought and laughed out loud. We all went back to the cars, following the herds of people while making random conversations. Leo and I stayed back a bit and he asked

“How long?” so I gave him a weird look until I realized what he meant

“It’s been quite a while honestly, I just never knew how to tell you” I reply and glance at him from the side. He was looking at me completely and nodded in agreement

“I’ve liked you for a while as well but you always shied away from me so I wasn’t sure” he confessed and I groaned to which he responded with a chuckle. We finally make it to the car and then have to wait even longer to get an opportunity to pull out. I started to yawn and decided to test my luck by laying my head on Leo’s shoulder and he put an arm around me and I beamed at the back of the driver’s seat. Ken took a picture of us and sent it to everyone but I was too tired to stop him and Leo couldn’t move because I was on his side.

It was a pretty good day..hooray for cheesy firework confessions

-Ro. As always I hope you enjoy and I know it’s a cheesy story but I love being cheesy so it works out :p

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