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Family Reunion (Druig x Eternal!Reader)

Word Count: 4,978

It had been a little over 500 years since you’d seen Druig, as well as the rest of your family, well, what you counted as your family anyway.

When Sersi, Ikaris, and Sprite had shown up at your apartment in the middle of night, you knew something was wrong. Not that you didn’t want to see them but regarding the circumstances, you’d wish they hadn’t come at all.

You’d been living in Seattle, a town you’d always been found of since it’s inception, you loved rain and living there just suited you it seemed.

Ajak was dead. They’d found her murdered by a Deviant at her home in South Dakota. Apparently, the Deviants were attacking your family for whatever reason. Sersi was also the prime eternal now you were told. So, essentially, what she says goes.

You joined the three of them in collecting Kingo, Gil, and Thena. The last a little worse for wear. Her and Gilgamesh were attacked by a Deviant and the attack triggered her mahd wy’ry. It would more than likely only get worse now, but you hoped you were wrong.

Sersi soon learned from Arishem the real reason you’d all been sent to Earth those 7,000 years ago.

You’d been sent to bring on the birth of a new Celestial, and apparently had been doing this for millions of years with other planets. You were killed along with the entire population and reborn, sent to a different planet to do it all over again.

It made you sick to your stomach, you couldn’t imagine. All these people coming to trust you all on those other planets, entrusting you with their protection, only to be betrayed by you all in the end. It was disgusting really.

The idea was formed that maybe Druig could stop the birth of the Celestial, control it’s mind and make it sleep, just delay it’s birth until you could figure out how to truly stop it.

The only problem was none of you had seen Druig for centuries. You knew where he was though. The Amazon, Ajak had been the only one who’d seen him since you’d all disbanded, going your separate ways, but their short meeting did not end well.

He apparently had a cult of sorts, a compound he’d told Ajak, protecting a large group of people from the outside world and themselves as well.

You could still remember seeing him for the last time.

Tears formed in your eyes as you watched Druig disappear into the crowd of soldiers he was controlling, leading them away from the burning city.

He hated war; he’d always had. It brought him to tears at times, he’d cry to you, wishing he could stop the mortals from killing each other. He wanted peace, but they wouldn’t have it, and neither would Ajak.

So, she let you all go, encouraging you to live out your lives until it was time to go back to Olympia.

But you couldn’t imagine a life without Druig, that was the only thing.

So, you raced down the steps of the temple, away from your family and into the surrounding forest.

“Druig!” you called, racing through the trees, “Druig?!”.

After a few minutes of running, you stopped, looking around at the dark forest surrounding you.

Your cheeks were wet from crying, you hadn’t realized your tears had started to fall. Wiping at your eyes, you called for Druig again, pleading for him to come back.

A sob escaped your lips, you couldn’t lose him.

“Y/N,” came the familiar voice from your right, you turned, spotting Druig walking towards you.

You ran over, wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him tightly.

“P-Please, don’t go, please,” you whimpered, burying your face into Druig’s chest.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him, “Shhh, I’m here, I’m here,” he told you softly, rubbing your back a bit.

When you pulled away, you noticed he was crying as well. You choked out a small laugh, reaching up and wiping at some of his tears with your thumb.

Druig smiled sadly, leaning into your touch. “I’m sorry,” he spoke, “I’ve got to go.”

You shook your head, “I’m coming,” you insisted. “You’re not leaving me.”

He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before he pulled your arms off him, gently pushing you away from him.

“No darlin’, you’re not,” he told you. “You’ll be better off by yourself.”

“No…,” you began, but Druig focused on you, his eyes glowing gold.

“Go,” you heard his voice in your head.

You turned away from him and sprinted the other way, it was only when you were a safe distance, miles away from him, did he release you from his control.

Dropping to your knees you began to cry once more, not being able to understand why he suddenly no longer wanted you.

You had half a mind to go and find him, use your own power, telekinesis, against him. You could probably throw a couple trees at him before he stopped you.

But you couldn’t hurt him, you never could.

Makkari found you about twenty minutes after and comforted you until you both went your separate ways as well.

You were broken out of your thoughts by Sprite nudging you suddenly, Kingo’s plane had landed. It was finally time to face Druig after all these years.

After asking a few locals you discovered exactly where to go, trudging about fifteen miles into the rainforest, pushing past dense brush and trying not to get bit by bugs or snakes, you finally found it.

The small village was simple, untouched by modernity besides the electricity. It was a safe place obviously tucked away from the rest of the world, exactly a place you’d expect Druig to be.

You walked through, all the villagers were kind, greeting you as you passed. Sprite walked up to a man who seemed to be welding, asking if they knew Druig, and if so, where he was.

Suddenly, the man she was speaking to went slack, his eyes glowing gold as he spoke, “Hello Sprite.”

All of you turned as the doors to a large building a few feet away from you opened, and out stepped Druig. He was dressed in baggy black pants, black combat boots, and a baggy, long sleeve black shirt.

He’d always been a fan of black you recalled.

“I missed you all,” Druig spoke, a smirk painting his face. His gaze flitted to you, lingering on you for a moment before his eyes left yours. “Please, make yourselves at home.”

You wanted to hug him and kick his ass all at the same time. He hadn’t changed one bit, none of you did obviously but regardless. The same hair, same stupid smirk, same sparkle in his eye.

“We need to talk,” Sersi spoke up, walking up towards Druig, who smiled at her.

“Come, we’ll talk in here,” he told you all, motioning to the building behind him.

You all filed in, the inside of the building was laid out in the same fashion as a church, benches facing a small stage, where Druig moved to, leaning against the podium.

Gilgamesh and Thena sat in front, and you followed, perching beside Thena, you’d missed her, and she’d always had a soft spot in her heart for you.

She was fierce and intimidating, but treated you with complete and utter kindness, she’d told you you were like a daughter to her after a couple centuries of knowing each other.

Leaning your head on her shoulder, you sighed. Thena made no move to push you off, letting you rest. It had been quite a wild nearly forty-eight hours.

When everyone was seated, Druig spoke again, “So tell me, what brings you all here? It surely isn’t a warm reunion now, is it?”.

Sersi explained what had happened, Ajak’s death, the real reason you all were here on Earth. As you watched Druig’s face slowly became stoic, his head hung as he listened.

When she was done, Druig was silent for a moment before sighing.

“You’ve given me a lot of bad news in one go, m’lady,” Druig said, a slight joking tone to his voice. “I am glad…,” he started but was cut off by Sersi’s phone going off.

Sersi quickly pulled her phone from her pocket, which was blasting a Lizzo song you recognized. You snickered a bit, making Thena crack a smile.

“What’s your service?” Kingo asked once Sersi got her phone off, “I’m not getting any bars.”

Gilgamesh suddenly snored beside Thena, making her hit him softly. He woke with a start, looking around confused, if anyone had tired dad energy, it sure was him.

“Do you all remember this forest?” Druig suddenly asked, walking down the few steps of the stage, “Beautiful. It was the last place we all lived together.”

Druig stopped beside you, looking down at you, but you didn’t meet his eye, Thena wrapped an arm loosely around you.

He looked away, continuing, “I’ve protected these people for twenty generations from the outside world and themselves.”

This time, Druig stopped in front of Karun, Kingo’s valet who’d been working for him for fifty years, at least according to Kingo himself.

“Your kind, my friend, you will be responsible for your own extinction one day,” Druig taunted the man. “Don’t you think?”.

Druig was being unusually cruel, he was no longer kind it seemed, no longer really caring about the humans and what happened to them.

Karun looked nervous, but swallowed and answered Druig, “I think we must learn from our mistakes and do better, sir. You must not give up hope.”

Moments later Karun’s eyes glowed, and he tossed the camera he was holding behind him. It hit the wall, smashing into a few hundred pieces.

“Oh, you did not,” Kingo spoke, standing up to face Druig, staring the other man down. “Okay new rule, no more possessing people’s valets.”

“Oh, where is your sense of humor, Kingo?” Druig asked, obviously not intimidated by Kingo one bit it seemed.

“You are not a God. You know that, right?” Kingo challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“How ironic, Kingo, the movie star,” Druig replied, his smirk returning.

“I’ve directed some things too,” Kingo said, trying to defend himself.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Druig asked, raising an eyebrow of his own.

“Some internet content,” Kingo said, his confidence disappearing a bit.

“How many views?” Druig asked, just teasing Kingo now.

“I don’t do it for the views,” Kingo replied.

Ikaris stood up from his seat, moving towards the door, “Let’s go, he’s wasting our time.”

This appeared to be a mistake on his part, only fueling Druig’s fire.

“We need him,” Sersi spoke up.

“Ikaris,” Druig began, turning from Kingo to Ikaris, “I missed you. Are you gonna charm me or threaten me?”.

“There’s a third option if you prefer that,” Ikaris challenged, making you roll your eyes.

“It must be heartbreaking to find out you’re not Mother’s favorite,” Druig taunted once more.

“And I’m sure she’d be real proud of what you’ve been up to,” Ikaris spat.

“Druig, this is serious,” Sersi spoke up, standing up as well, her eyes pleading with Druig to stop.

“I’ll tell you what’s serious,” Druig told her, “I’ve just been told I’ve been sent on a suicide mission for the past seven thousand years, and that my entire existence is a lie. So, excuse me for not giving a shit about your plan right now.”

With that, Druig disappeared out the door, making you sigh and turn back around, your head returning to its place on Thena’s shoulder.

“Druig sucks,” Kingo spoke up after a moment, making you smile a bit.

“He does, sir,” Karun replied.

You all dispersed, leaving the church, you left Thena and Gilgamesh to their own devices and followed Sersi around the village for a bit, examining the extent of what Druig and the people he watched over had built.

After a while, a few little girls ran up to you, giggling softly.

“Hello,” you told them, smiling at them, which only made them giggle more.

One motioned for you to crouch, so you did, and she placed a beautiful crown made of flowers on your head. Your smile widened as you stood, “Thank you,” you told the little girls in their native tongue.

They nodded and one of the other’s grabbed your hand, pulling you in the direction of the forest surrounding the village. You looked back to Sersi who only smiled and shrugged, letting you be pulled along by the little girls.

The girls continued to giggle as they pulled you deeper into the forest for a few minutes, until they finally stopped, turning to you, “Stay,” one of them told you in English.

You only nodded, watching in confusion as they disappeared back towards the village, continuing to giggle as they went.

“Weird,” you spoke softly to yourself, reaching up to readjust the flower crown on your head.

“Hello beautiful,” came a voice behind you, making you turn around, finding Druig standing there. He no longer wore his long sleeve shirt, instead opting for a beige colored tank top tucked into his black pants.

He was smiling softly, hands tucked behind his back.

“Druig,” you told him curtly. “This was your doing?”.

You motioned to the flower crown on your head making him smile and shake his head, “I did ask them to bring you out here, that though, was their doing. It suits you, love.”

Ignoring his compliment, you shook your head, “I’m going back,” you told him, turning to leave, but suddenly felt his hand wrap around your wrist, holding you back.

“Please, stay,” he said softly, and you turned back around.

“Why should I stay when you didn’t all those years ago?” you asked, a venomous tone to your voice.

You could see the hurt in Druig’s eyes as he let go of your wrist, looking away from you, biting his lip as he did.

“I…let me explain, please Y/N,” he begged when he looked back at you.

Crossing your arms, you sighed and nodded, “You’ve got five minutes, maybe.”

Druig nodded and took a breath before speaking again, “I didn’t want you with me because I didn’t know how safe it was, these people…they could’ve hurt you if they turned against me, and I’d never be able to live with myself if that happened.”

You glared, “I’m a big girl Druig, I can take care of myself.”

“I-I know love, I just…I couldn’t have you in any sort of danger, so I had to let you go,” Druig told you.

Anger bubbled up inside of you suddenly, “Oh yeah? Is that why you left me the week after you finally told me you loved me Druig?”.

You were seething, you remembered when he told you he loved you for the first time. You two were alone, sitting under a secluded tree, sharing a papaya.

It was when you took a bite of fruit that he’d let it slip, you almost choked. He was looking at you with the most love and adoration you’d ever seen that it had made you cry.

You’d reciprocated the feeling, of course, you and Druig had been close ever since you met, or rather, when you met this time.

It made you wonder if you two had been together before, in your past lives, or just this one.

“I fucked up I know, please darlin’, please, I still love you,” Druig said, his eyes were brimming with tears. “I have all these years, I even asked Ajak to check up on you the last time I saw her, she sent me letters about how you were doing, how you were okay.”

“That would mean a lot more if you’d just come yourself, but you couldn’t leave your precious fucking compound, right? If you really loved me, you would’ve come seen me yourself,” you spat.

Druig groaned, backing away from you as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “What do I have to do to get you to love me again?”.

You felt a lump form in your throat as you turned away from Druig, “Whoever said I’d stopped?” you asked softly.

It was silent then between you two, before you heard Druig moving closer to you, and suddenly his arms were wrapped around you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder.

He held you for a bit, the familiar feel of him and his warmth was enough to make your tears start falling. He felt like home.

“Don’t cry,” Druig told you, turning you in his arms to hold you against his chest. You let him, finally wrapping your own arms around his torso.

It reminded you of when he’d left, it was the same forest after all, so you held him a little tighter.

Druig must have noticed because he chuckled a bit, “Don’t you worry, I’m not leavin’, not ever again.”

“You better not,” you whimpered out, making Druig hold you tighter as well, one hand resting in your hair, the other on your back.

“Never,” he said again, pulling away from you gently to look down at you.

He smiled a bit, moving his hand from your hair to wipe at the tears on your cheeks before resting his forehead against yours.

“Forgive me, love?” he asked you, and you nodded.

“I’m still pissed at you though,” you told him.

“Rightfully so, my beautiful, beautiful Y/N,” Druig told you before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

Your arms moved from his torso to link around his neck, pulling him down closer to you, his own hands rested on your waist, holding to him.

The silence of the forest was suddenly shattered as a scream pierced through the otherwise quiet night, making you two break apart and look towards the village. More screams began and Druig grabbed your hand, beginning to run.

It took you two about a minute to reach the village, a scene of chaos met you both.

Deviants were destroying everything in sight, attempting to kill your family. There were at least three, maybe more. Villagers were running, screaming, out of the village.

You and Druig dropped hands, jumping into action. Druig disappeared into the crowd of people while you ran towards Kingo, helping him fight off one of the Deviants.

You used you power to pick up anything in sight, including one of the empty buildings. Everything crashed into the Deviant, knocking it to the ground.

“I’ve got it! Help the others!” Kingo shouted towards you. You nodded, running towards some of the villagers, directing them the right way to go.

“Head to the river!” you heard Druig scream at them, you looked over just to watch him run away again, heading towards one of the buildings.

You watched as Sersi led a large group of people into the church, quickly turning the outside into a more indestructible surface, rather than the wood it was originally.

She didn’t see the Deviant running towards her, but you did, and you had no time before it slammed into her, breaking part of the building and slamming her into another one.

“Sersi!” you shouted, taking off running towards her, only to be knocked down yourself, and slammed into a tree.

Gasping, you tried to catch your breath again, hand moving to your side as a splitting pain made you yelp. One of your ribs was broken, you could feel it.

You managed to get to your feet, staring down one of the Deviants. It growled loudly, bounding towards you.

Lifting your hands and then slamming them together in front of you, you watched as trees that had once been surrounding you crashed into the Deviant, rendering it immobile, at least for enough time for you to get away.

Where was Ikaris? You could really use that son of bitch right now.

You saw Druig fighting off another, villagers surrounded it, shooting an almost constant rain of bullets into it. Not of their own accord though.

The Deviant had Druig cornered, and you quickly used your powers to pick up a rather large tree, throwing it into the Deviant, knocking it out.

“Druig!” you shouted, running over to him. “Let them go!”.

You motioned to the villagers who were still shooting, eyes glazed over as they repeated the action.

“Now is not the time, love,” he told you as you grabbed his hands.

“Please, you’re better than this,” you replied, desperate.

Druig sighed, his eyes softening before they began glowing gold, and he lifted a hand, letting the villagers go from their trance.

“What’s happening?” one of them yelled to Druig in Spanish.

“Go! To the river!” he shouted, they all nodded, taking off in the direction Druig told them to go.

You both turned and watched as Sprite leaped onto a Deviant, stabbing it in the side of the face as Kingo formed a ball of his power in his hands.

He told Sprite to let go, slid under the Deviant, and fired. The creatures head exploded, drenching Kingo in it’s blood.

A scream tore you from the sight, looking over as you saw one of the little girls from earlier, cornered by the last Deviant, at least, what you thought was the last one.

“No!” you screamed, running towards her. She was terrified, a look of pure horror on her face.

You hit the ground, sliding under the Deviant to get to the girl, you grabbed her in your arms just as Ikaris finally appeared, shooting the Deviant in the side with his lasers, giving you a chance to get away.

Once you were a safe distance away you set the little girl down, “Go! Go to the river!” you shouted, and she turned and ran from you.

Druig appeared beside you suddenly, “Are you alright?” he asked you, you nodded, a hand resting on his arm.

He smiled softly, kissing you quickly before disappearing again, making you smile and shake your head.

Your smile soon disappeared though as you were shoved into the building closest to you, a scream escaping your lips as you felt something pierce your shoulder from behind.

Groaning, you rolled onto your stomach, reaching behind you as you pulled a shard of wood from your back, screaming again at the pain.

“Y/N!” came Sprite’s voice as she ran over to you, kneeling beside you.

“Are you okay?!” she asked, voice filled with worry.

You could only nod, “Just help me up,” you managed to get out.

Sprite nodded, helping you up and out of the now smashed house, just in time to watch one of the Deviants shove Sersi into a large pool of water, diving in after her.

Druig ran over to you, wrapping an arm around you, “I got her,” he told Sprite, who nodded, letting go of you.

Before Druig could say anything else the water in the pool shot upwards, and you all watched in wonder as the Deviant twisted and turned, turning into a tree, now forever frozen in place. Sersi was standing there, staring up at, just as confused as everyone else.

“Are you okay?” Druig finally asked, managing to look away from whatever the hell had just happened as Ikaris ran over to Sersi.

You nodded, “I-I think, one of my ribs is broken, and I got stabbed in the back, literally,” you said, huffing out a laugh, and instantly regretting it when a sharp pain invaded your side, making you gasp.

Druig pulled you into his side, holding you up when crying broke the now silent atmosphere.

Thena.

You all hurried over to where you’d last seen Thena and Gilgamesh. Your breath caught in your throat as you found Thena crying over Gilgamesh, his skin had turned gray, and you could clearly see where he’d been stabbed multiple times by one of the Deviants.

He was gone.

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as you gently pushed away from Druig, limping over to Thena.

Falling to your knees beside her, ignoring your own pain, you gathered Thena into your arms, holding her close as she sobbed.

None of you were supposed to die, you were supposed to be together, forever.

You cried with Thena, holding her until she finally stopped. Sersi took her away as villagers who’d come back helped Ikaris and Kingo carry away Gilgamesh in the direction of the river.

Wiping at your eyes, you felt arms wrap around you. Turning, you pressed yourself into Druig, head resting on his shoulder.

“C’mon, we’ll get you patched up,” Druig told you.

You only nodded, following him back into the village. The people had come back and begun cleaning up, Druig nodded at them as you both passed them, heading towards one of the still standing houses.

Druig helped you up the two short steps into the small house, and it was unmistakably where Druig had been staying.

It was a bit messy, a small twin bed pushed up against the wall, unmade. Books were stacked everywhere, paper tacked to the wall. Some were drawings, posters, or handwritten notes.

There was a small table, as well as a wood-burning stove, a sink, a dresser, and in through a door, a small bathroom.

Druig instructed you to sit on the bed, heading into the bathroom, when he came back, he was holding a first aid kit.

You pulled your arms carefully from your shirt, and Druig helped you lift it over your head. He sat behind you, examining your wound.

Although you all healed incredibly fast, it still needed cleaned.

He gently cleaned your wound, apologizing when you winced, especially when he had to pull a rather large splinter of wood that was still stuck inside you.

Your side was already beginning to feel better thankfully, and you looked down to see the bruising was almost already gone.

“Done,” Druig suddenly spoke up after he’d placed a large bandage on your wound to keep it from bleeding anymore or staining whatever shirt you were going to put on now.

“Thank you,” you told him, turning around to face him, watching him wipe some blood from his hands on a washcloth.

He met your gaze, smirking softly, “You know, I was hoping to have you half naked in my bed in a different way, but I suppose this works.”

You reached up, slapping his arm, only managing make him laugh, his smirk turning into a smile as he did so.

You couldn’t help but laugh as well as Druig got up, disposing of the know bloodied washcloth, before heading to the dresser and pulling out a shirt for you.

It was a black t-shirt and you gratefully accepted it, carefully pulling it on.

“Guess you’ll have to get me into your bed half-naked another time,” you teased, making Druig smile again as he shook his head.

He grabbed his long sleeve shirt that he’d apparently discarded on the small table, pulling it back on.

“We better go back, say goodbye,” Druig told you, the lighthearted feeling in the air soon disappearing as you remembered your fallen friend.

Druig took your hand and led you from the house, into the woods and towards the river. You two walked in silence, you clinging to Druig’s arm as you walked, just wanting him close.

When you finally reached the river, you saw they’d already placed Gilgamesh on a pyre made of large logs, it was what he would have wanted, a warrior’s funeral.

You all stood around the pyre, you leaned against Druig as he wrapped an arm around you.

Kingo lit the pyre with his power, the logs quickly setting ablaze, taking Gilgamesh with them.

Karun folded his hands, closing his eyes as he began reciting a scripture in Sanskrit. It was comforting in a way, and Kingo joined him in folding his hands and closing his eyes.

Besides that, you all watched silently as the flames grew larger, reaching up into the night sky. And that’s where you all stayed until the flames were gone and there was nothing but ash left.

Thena gathered the ashes into a small box, you and Druig watched her from your places in the sand, your head on his shoulder. She entered the water, ready to disperse the ashes.

“You know,” Druig began quietly, “when I left, I thought about taking over the minds of every human on the planet. Violence, fear, greed, all gone.”

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, not moving your head from his shoulder, but lacing your fingers with his as you spoke.

“Because without their flaws, they’re not human,” Druig told you, resting his head against yours.

“You can’t stay here,” you told him after a moment, “We need you…I need you.”

“Sersi’s asking me to take control of the mind of a Celestial, I don’t have that power,” Druig told you.

The sun was rising now, illuminating Thena in a soft glow as she dispersed of Gilgamesh’s ashes into the water around her. She wasn’t facing you, but you could tell she was crying, her shoulders shook as she did so.

“We’ll need Phastos,” you commented.

“Well good luck with that, he gave up on humans a long time ago,” Druig told you, forever the pessimist of the group.

“He’ll listen,” you replied, “he has to. Besides, he can’t resist my puppy dog face.”

That made Druig laugh a bit, lifting his head from yours and you lifted yours from his shoulder, meeting his eyes.

“I missed you,” he told you, reaching out to move a bit of hair from your face.

“I missed you too,” you told him, “I wish we had more time.”

“If this all goes according to plan, we will.”

A/N: Well this is my first Druig fic and I hope you liked it! Thank you so much for reading it really does mean a lot to me and please tell me what you think! Stay safe lovelies! :)

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CONTAINS SPOILER FOR ETERNALS.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR Summary: In 1521, the Eternals disbanded and Druig left you despite the lengthy past you'd both shared. Now, you're forced back together by the Emergence, but after 500 years apart, neither of you are quite the same as you were. But a love like the one you shared hundreds of years ago never quite goes away. Pairing: Druig x Fem! Reader (slight enemies to lovers) Fandom: Marvel's Eternals Warnings: ETERNALS SPOILERS, mentions of injuries, mentions of death and implied smut (though there is nothing explicit, it's just a spicy scene and a line that implies a bit more). Word Count: 12,176 A/N: Hahahah, this is longer than part two and it's an accident... get comfy. Anyway, thank you for your patience in waiting for this third part! It took a little longer than I would have liked it to have taken, but I'm proud of how it's turned out. I believe that part four will be the final part, and I will try to have that up by the end of the year depending on how life goes! Thank you all for your lovely response on it so far and I can't wait to share these last two parts with you all! <3

JAPAN, 1002 AD

“I want to come back here with you when the world changes,” you smile, swinging Druig’s hand in your own as you wander down the path covered with cherry blossom trees. “I want to see these trees with you every decade for the rest of our lives.”

The falling petals look almost like snow as the breeze blows them through the air, beautiful and pink, swirling through the air. It looks magical. This is certainly the most beautiful place that you’ve ever visited on earth. It’s calming and comforting and walking through the countryside with Druig by your side almost feels like home.

You’ve spent so long on earth and never really felt at home anywhere except by Druig’s side. The Domo has always been your base, and you’ve visited hundreds of beautiful countries, but none of them have captured you as much as Japan does.

Druig smiles down at you, laughing a little to himself as a petal falls on the top of your head. It only stays there for a moment, the breeze soon carrying it away with the rest of the petals in the air. He loves seeing you so happy. If he could keep this one moment in his heart forever, he would do so without hesitation.

“We can come back here whenever you want, my love,” he says.

You look up at him, eyes glimmering in the sunlight and a smile on your lips. “Remember years ago in Crete, when we talked about living somewhere together? This might be the place, don’t you think? There are some mountains in the distance over there that would be perfect for our mountain home. And we could come see the cherry blossoms every time they bloom and relive this moment every time we see them.”

He finds himself liking that idea very much. He gives your hand a squeeze. “As soon as all of those blasted Deviants are dead, I’m whisking you away from the others and building that mountain home for you.”

You snort, the imagery of him whisking you away to a home in the mountains a particularly funny one. It makes you think of Ikaris’ powers – Druig, flying, picking you up the second the last Deviant is dead and flying you far away from the others without so much as a goodbye. You know he means it much less literally, especially considering he can’t actually fly, but it’s a funny thought nonetheless.

Druig looks at you. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you grin. “I just imagined you whisking me away.”

“Oh?” His eyes get a cheeky glimmer in them and before you can so much as question what the look means, Druig leans down and sweeps your legs out from underneath you, picking you up off the ground and quite literally whisking you off your feet.

You laugh, arms going around his neck to hold on as he spins you in a circle. The feeling is euphoric and you don’t know if you’ve ever been this happy in your life. If you even deserve such happiness. Though, you know better than to take it for granted.

Druig, smiling larger than you’ve ever seen him smile, spins you around one more time before setting you back down on the ground, his hands resting on your hips, yours still hooked behind his neck. You’re still laughing, resting the top of your head against his chest as you try and catch your breath.

“I didn’t mean you had to whisk me away right now,” you smile.

“How could I ignore the opportunity to sweep you off of your feet?” Druig replies, a smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. You can see just by looking in them that he’s happy.

You lean up and kiss his lips gently, intending on pulling away after a second, but Druig is quick to stop you from doing that, one of his hands moving to the back of your neck to pull your lips back to his. He kisses you until you’re breathless.

“You didn’t have to take my breath away, either,” you mutter.

Druig can’t help but laugh. “Sorry,” he hums. “But I can’t promise I won’t do it again.”

~~~

AMAZON, PRESENT DAY

The silence after the fight with the Deviants ends is uncomfortable. Thena leans over Gilgamesh’s body, sobs wracking her body, while the others all stand and look on, unsure what they can do – if anything. You, Druig notes, are knelt on the ground by Thena, staring down at the leaves. Your eyes are unfocused and the way your body is swaying makes you seem dizzy.

And Gilgamesh… is dead.

Ikaris steps forward to help you up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and holding your hand to pull you from the ground and lead you away from the others after the silence settles.

The others all follow behind you, taking the movement as a sign to leave and let Thena mourn alone without being watched before they have to take his body away.

As he walks a few steps behind you, Druig watches the way Ikaris holds you, how he has his arm wrapped around you, the way you lean into his side. He feels the intense desire to walk up to you, push Ikaris out of the way and take you himself, though he knows how much you’d hate it if he were to do that.

Instead, he stays back and surveys the damage of the very much destroyed village. His work, years of hard work, destroyed in minutes by the very things he’d stupidly thought were gone. If he’d known things would end like this, that all his years of building this community would be shattered so soon, would he have ever left? Druig doesn’t have an answer.

Ikaris takes you over to one of the only remaining verandahs and sits you down, leaning against the pole since your whole body feels heavy and tired. You suppose it has something to do with the fact that you were thrown into a building, though you know that isn’t the entire reason. The others don’t need to know why.

“I’ll go find some water and bring it back, okay?” Ikaris leans down to look you in the eyes, wanting to make sure that you heard him. When you nod, he walks away, finally leaving you to yourself.

You lean your head against the pole and close your eyes. You feel a bit faint and the feeling isn’t unfamiliar to you, though it’s been years since you’ve felt this way. You’d taught yourself to cope with it, to deal with the overwhelming feelings in your mind when you used your power, but Gilgamesh’s death combined with using your powers for the first time in so long has clearly taken its toll.

Ikaris returns a few minutes later with a jug and a cup full of water. He sets the jug down just beside you and pours the water into the cup, handing it to you and watching as you take a long sip. The feeling of the water wakes you up just a little.

“Thank you,” you mutter. “I’ll be okay if you want to go and help prepare for the funeral. You don’t need to watch me, I promise.”

Your words, unsurprisingly, aren’t very comforting to Ikaris, though he doesn’t argue with you on them and agrees to leave you alone and go and help with the preparations for the funeral, along with all of the other Eternals who are already starting to get ready.

You watch as he goes and once he becomes nothing but a pinprick in the distance, you take another long sip of water and rest your head against the pole again. This was not how you’d expected or hoped for your week to go…

~~~

Druig watches you from afar. You’re still sat leant up against the pole on the verandah where Ikaris had left you a few hours ago and you haven’t moved since. The others have all come to check on you every now and then as they prepare for Gilgamesh’s funeral, but since you’ve been in and out of sleep, they haven’t had to check in very much. He’s been helping, too, gathering supplies, but mostly, he’s been watching you.

He’s seen this before. There was only one time that you’d used your powers to this extent, and it had been a long time ago. He’d gotten mad at you after it had happened and you’d swore that you’d never let them overwhelm you again. The others hadn’t seen how it’d affected you, then, though. It was clear that they all thought you were in mourning like Thena now, knowing how close you were.

Once Ikaris, the last one hanging around the village, finally starts to make his way down to the river to finish preparing for the funeral, Druig makes his way over to you. You don’t look up at him when he sits down beside you and if he didn’t know better he’d think you were asleep, though he can tell you’re not anymore.

He nudges your shoulder gently. “You coming to the funeral?”

You force yourself to lift your head, eyes struggling to focus as you open them. Everything looks blurry, even Druig beside you, who you briefly glance at. You want to tell him to go to the funeral without you, to just leave you alone while you wait to feel better. But there’s still a certain level of comfort in his presence that only he has ever been able to bring you, even after all this time, and you don’t want to give it up just yet.

“I should,” you reply. “But I don’t know if I can.”

The exhaustion this time is worse than it had been last time. You suppose it has something to do with the fact that you felt Gilgamesh dying. Your whole body is aching and your head feels like it’s being squeezed, and even though you heal quicker as an Eternal, you feel a little worse now than you did hours ago.

“Because you used your power to sense us,” Druig finishes your sentence for you. He looks across at you, worry in his eyes, though you can’t see it since you’ve chosen to look away from him. “Thought we had that conversation eight hundred years ago…”

You smile a little. For a moment, things actually feel normal.

“I haven’t used them in about three hundred years,” you start to explain, “but I was so worried today that I made a split second decision and used them.” You knot your hands together in your lap. “I’ve never… I’ve never felt anyone die before, though. 7000 years and that feeling is new.”

Druig’s eyes darken. “You what?”

“I passed out because of my powers, and when I woke up I could feel him dying. Gilgamesh. I think that’s why it’s taking the exhaustion so long to disappear. I was sensing what he was feeling when he was dying, and now there’s a part of my mind that’s numb.”

He stands, moving to stand in front of you so you have no choice but to look at him. He meets your eyes and the look on his face is one that surprises you. It’s protective. It’s a look you haven’t seen in years, since even before you’d split up.

He wants to be mad at you. To tell you about how stupid you were, how irresponsible, how you risked not only your own life but everyone else’s lives since you’d used your powers and passed out because of it. He wants to do all those things, but he can’t.

“You could have gotten really hurt,” he says instead. “Why the hell would you do that?”

You scoff. “Would you care, Druig, if I had? Please don’t feign worry for me.”

He takes you off guard by reaching down and taking your face in his hands. The feeling of his skin on yours is one that knocks you right back in time. Suddenly it’s like you’re back in the 1300s, looking into Druig’s eyes and feeling so utterly consumed by love. But then he speaks and pulls you right back into the present.

“The days of pretending I wasn’t worried about are long gone, and they have been for a while. And never once have I ever pretended to worry about you,” he says. “Do you think that lowly of me?”

Looking into his eyes, you want to say yes. You want to tell him that you do think lowly of him because of what he did, how he left… but you can’t lie to him. You have never been able to lie to him.

“No, I don’t.” Your words are quiet.

It feels like the world stops as he looks at you. His hands are still on your cheeks, his eyes still boring into yours, the blue of them as familiar as ever. Still as bright and beautiful as they had been when you’d stare into them years ago. You feel more awake than ever, the exhaustion now in the back of your mind simply because of the feeling of his skin touching yours.

Then, he lets go and the exhaustion returns.

You want to ask him why he let go. Why he stopped holding your face and staring into your eyes like he was seeing your soul. But you can’t because he’s stepping away and moving to sit back down beside you like nothing ever happened.

“Don’t risk your life again,” he says. “We’ve already lost too much today.” He waits a few moments before standing again and offering a hand to you. “Do you need help to get down to the river, or can you make it yourself? You should be at the funeral.”

You look at his hand, though you can’t bring yourself to put your hand in his, even though you want to. It stays firmly in your lap, and Druig takes that as his answer. He nods to himself and then takes a step away from you.

He can’t blame you for not wanting to hold his hand.

~~~

Despite the fact that the funeral service was put together so quickly, it’s beautiful. The smoke rising from the fire, the reflection of the red on the river and the stars in the sky above you are the perfect send off for Gilgamesh.

You stand beside Thena, an arm around each other, both of you holding each other together, as Karun recites a prayer in his honour.

It’s a beautiful funeral, but it’s tainted with the pain of the loss, still so raw and fresh, only a few hours old. How you’d gone so long without losing any of you, only to lose two in the space of a week… you were finally feeling the loss that so many humans you knew spoke of. That so many of the humans you cared for had felt in their short lives.

You all stand there until the fire burns out and the sun starts to rise. The flames turned to nothing but a dull flickering at the bottom of the pit.

The exhaustion from your powers has gotten a little better, though you can still tell you’re not completely fine. Kingo takes Thena’s place, an arm around you, to lead you back to the village as Thena collects Gilgamesh’s ashes to take them into the water.

A part of you wants to wait and watch, but you know that the moment should be a relatively private one for her – that and you don’t know how much longer your feet will allow you to stand.

Druig and Sersi stay behind. He notices you leaving with Kingo and trusts that Kingo will help you and ensure you rest once you’re back at the village. He likes the man, even if he gets on his nerves on occasion.

He watches Thena, then, standing in the water, holding the urn of Gilgamesh’s ashes, preparing to say goodbye to the love of her life. Druig can only hope that he never has to do that with you. That even if he’s not always with you, that you will always be there in some capacity. Alive.

Sersi appears beside him.

“When I left,” he starts, “I thought about taking over the minds of every human on this planet. Violence, fear, greed, all gone.”

“Why didn’t you?” She asks.

“Because without their flaws, they wouldn’t be human.”

He’s learnt that over the years. He learnt that through you. Seeing the way you spoke to the humans, the way you cared for them and trusted in them, even when he knew they could be better. Losing you – leaving you – was one of the things that made him wake up. To understand that their flaws made them.

Sersi hesitates. She knows what they have to lose now, more than ever. “Please, Druig. You can’t stay here anymore. These Deviants are trying to keep us from killing their own kind. They have a conscience now. That makes them more dangerous.”

“Oh, Sersi,” he turns to look at her. “That makes them us. Eternals and Deviants, Arishem’s children… I’ve learnt a lot over the last few hours, but that especially.”

She looks at him. “We work better together. We’ve always known that. And she…” Sersi looks towards where you had walked away with Kingo, though you were long gone now. “She works better with you. You always worked better together, even if you didn’t really know it. We need you.”

Druig pauses, watching Thena as she lifts the lid off of the top of the urn. Her words are right. He did work better with you last time you’d fought them. He lived off of the adrenaline, when you weren’t taking risks, of course. But things have changed now, haven’t they? “She wants nothing to do with me anymore, Sersi,” he replies. “That’s the past.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Sersi shakes her head. “The past and the present, they’re all the same. What’s different now is the future. What we’re fighting for. You care for humans now – I can see it in your eyes. There’s more on the line now than just a few lives.”

He sighs. He can see where she’s coming from, even if he dislikes it. “You are asking me to take control of the mind of a Celestial. I do not have that kind of power.”

“We’ll need Phastos.”

Thena starts to pour Gilgamesh’s ashes into the water.

“Well, good luck. He gave up on humans a long time ago.”

~~~

PORTUGAL, 1232 AD

You can practically hear Druig’s voice in your mind as you focus in on your powers and concentrate on everyone else's feelings around you. Reckless. Irresponsible. Downright stupid. You’re all of those things right now and you know it – but you do it anyway.

Thena lets out a war cry as she is launched by Gilgamesh onto the head of the Deviant, stabbing it through the neck with her sword. It doesn’t do much other than to make it angrier, though, and Gilgamesh is quick to catch her when it knocks her straight off.

You can feel the way that the fall knocks the wind out of her.

It’s been over 6000 years since your arrival on Earth and you’ve never once used these powers in a fight before, only using them on rare occasions during parties or on a boring night in the Domo when everyone was feeling a little curious and wanted to see if you could correctly tell what they were feeling at that moment.

It becomes clear to you pretty quickly why you’ve never done this before.

You step back and brace yourself against a tree, taking a long deep breath and closing your eyes, trying not to focus on all of the rage and fighting spirit inside of you as you feel the other Eternals emotions. It’s overwhelming, but not in a bad way. Not when everyone is feeling the same thing as you are.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Kingo yells out to you as he runs past.

“I’m taking a breather!” You yell back, starting to jog after him.

A flash of worry from Sersi.

Now, that’s not the feeling that you need in your head right now, that you need to be feeling too. You frown and try and focus in on Gilgamesh and Thena, the rage and anger they feel as they continue to fight, Gilgamesh throwing a powerful punch to its head.

You’ve got this. Controlling your powers in a fight isn’t as hard as you’d expected.

You run up towards the Deviant and throw your knife towards it as you do. It makes impact right under its eye and it screeches and flinches backwards. Thena takes that as her chance to attack, slicing straight through its throat when it’s distracted and quickly separating its head from its body.

Kingo stops running and starts cheering, throwing his hands up in the air. As the other Eternals all join you at the conclusion of the fight thanks to you and Thena, you suddenly feel more emotions than just the two you’d felt before.

Joy. Relief. Anger. Pain. Happiness. Disappointment.

Your head feels tight, like someone is squeezing it, and you stop on the spot and wince, your hand going up to rub your forehead. You can stop using your power now, and you open your other palm, trying to force yourself to will the power from you like you can usually do… but nothing is going. The others all celebrate and you feel dizzy.

Druig is the last one to join you and the first one to notice that something is wrong. You’re swaying on the spot, your hand rubbing rather aggressively against your forehead, eyes squeezed closed. It’s a drastic difference from the way the others are acting.

He’s by your side in seconds, a hand going to your shoulder.

“Hey, you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“No,” your voice is quiet. “But my head hurts. I can’t make it stop.”

The way your voice sounds hurts him. You sound like you’re in pain, and he doesn’t even know how you’re hurt so that he can help you. The others don’t notice as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and walks you away from the others to behind a small empty house.

He sits you down on a seat against the wall and kneels in front of you, hands resting on your knees as he looks up at you. You haven’t opened your eyes once since he moved you.

“Does it still hurt?” He asks.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Can you make it stop?”

Tears start to leak from your eyes without you meaning for them to, and that’s the final straw for Druig. He stands a little, hands moving to cup your cheeks and hold your head steady as he tries to use his powers on you. But your shield is still too strong for him and he can’t even get into your mind, even when you’re like this.

He curses under his breath. “My love, I’m going to need you to make it stop. You can do that, can’t you? If you just listen to me, I’ll make the pain go away. It’ll go away.”

You start to rub your forehead again and nod once at him.

“Okay, focus on my voice,” he starts. “Do you remember Japan? When we said we were going to build a mountain home there. The cherry blossom petals were falling down on us like snow and you had this beautiful smile on your face when I was spinning you around. It was just you and me then, like it is now. You and me, your mind and my mind. It’s always just been you and me here, hasn’t it?”

Upon hearing Druig’s words, focusing on his voice and trying to pull vision of the memories he mentions into your mind, some of the other feelings start to fade away. Sersi’s relief disappears, and Ikaris’ disappointment upon him not being the one to kill the Deviant goes, too.

Druig’s voice, his words, are working.

“Keep going,” you mutter after he briefly stops speaking.

“What about Crete in the 700s? It was a beautiful rainy day and we were walking and we could just smell the rain on the dirt. The way it was falling on our heads and shoulders. And we didn’t care because it was just the two of us. Because it was you and me.”

Kingo’s joy and Gilgamesh’s anger leave your mind and slowly the squeezing around your head starts to lessen a little. Druig keeps speaking, talking about the other times it was just the two of you – like London in 1121 AD, when you’d wandered the streets together in the middle of the night or Egypt in 680 AD where you’d kissed under the stars.

You lose Makkari’s happiness and Thena’s pain and your own emotions come back to you, though you feel like you’ve been run through the dirt and thrown around like a doll. Your head falls back against the wall and you feel a little like you’re going to pass out.

“My love?” Druig places a hand over your forehead to check your temperature. You’re warm, but not so warm that it’s alarming to him. “Can you tell me how you feel?”

“Empty,” you manage. “I’m never using my powers like that again.”

Druig frowns. “Your powers?”

You hum, eyes still closed as you rest against the wall. “I wanted to see what it’d be like to use them in a fight, and it was fine until everyone was feeling all of these different things around me when we killed the Deviant. I felt like my head would explode.”

This has never happened before and he knows it. He knows how you’re usually relatively careful about your powers, even if you’re not careful about anything else, and now he feels angry at you for being reckless and using them in such a pivotal moment.

“You can’t do that again,” Druig says, moving to kneel in front of you again. He doesn’t care that you aren’t looking at him, that you can’t, because he knows you’re still listening to him. “Not until you learn how to control them in those moments, at least, because you really could have hurt yourself, and I don’t want to have to see you get hurt anymore.”

You nod once and open one eye to look down at him. He looks worried, which you find a little bit cute, and you smile a little at the sight.

Druig raises his eyebrows. “Why are you smiling?”

“Can’t I smile?” You ask. “You’re worried about me and it’s cute.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, I’m worried about you. How can I not be worried about you?” He shakes his head and stands up only to sit on the chair beside you, even though there’s barely enough room left for him. “You scared the hell out of me back there. You should be apologising, not smiling at me.”

You don’t care and continue to smile, even as you move your head to rest on his shoulder, since it’s much more comfortable than a stone wall. Druig tenses as your head hits his shoulder, knowing now that he can’t move until you choose to do so first.

“I think I’m going to fall asleep now,” you admit. “Feeling all of those emotions was enough to exhaust me for the next two hundred years.”

“Okay,” Druig replies. “Sleep on me for as long as you want to, my love.”

~~~

AMAZON, PRESENT DAY

It was decided that it would best if you didn’t all go to see Phastos, knowing that all of you showing up to his family home would have been quite the entrance and probably wouldn’t bring the attention that he wanted to bring to his family.

So, while Sersi and Ikaris left for Chicago, you all stayed in Druig’s village to wait.

Sprite, annoyed that she had been left behind, had decided to spend the time wandering amongst the trees. Kingo and Karun had decided to conduct interviews with any willing Eternals (which had ended up being none of you), Druig had started to try and clean up what remained of the village after sending his people off elsewhere and Thena had settled down by the river alone.

You, on the other hand, decide to focus on recovering after the day that yesterday had been, finding a pillow and a blanket and sleeping for several hours before Kingo accidentally wakes you up by kicking a chair on the other side of the room. You startle awake, knocking the pillow off of the edge of the couch and let out a sigh as you spot Kingo.

He’s stopped mid-step, foot still hanging in the air right in front of the chair.

“Sorry,” he whispers, as if you’re still asleep. “That was an accident.”

Frowning, you sit up and rub your eyes. You had to have been sleeping for a while now and yet you’ve woken up still feeling tired, though some of the exhaustion had gone, and the pain that you’d been feeling from being thrown into the building was less noticeable now – your quick healing abilities finally kicking in.

“How long have I been asleep for?” You ask.

Kingo looks down at his watch. “I think it’s been like fourteen hours or something. Karun thought you were dead when we came in here earlier.” He held up a notepad in his hand. “I left this in here and I needed to get it, but Druig kicked us out because you were asleep.”

“Druig?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “He went to get something so I snuck in while I had the chance.”

You stifle a yawn and kick your legs off of the couch, pulling the blanket off of you. Fourteen hours. That was longer than you’d expected, though you suppose you needed it. You could probably still sleep, too, but you figure it’s probably better to see how you feel after getting up and walking around for a little before going back to rest.

There are still several hours here before you leave for Iraq to meet up with Sersi, Ikaris and Phastos and get the whole team back together – assuming Phastos decides to join you – so you stand up and wipe some of the sleep from your eyes. Some fresh air will do you some good, and a glass of water would do you some good, too.

Kingo leaves ahead of you, wanting to sneak out before Druig returns, and after you wake yourself up a little, you follow him, crossing your arms as you stand on the verandah and look out at the village. It’s the middle of the afternoon by the looks of it, by the way the sun is shining down through the gaps in the trees. It would nearly be beautiful if the houses across from you weren’t completely in ruins.

You settle down on a chair on the verandah, crossing your legs and resting your head against the back of the chair as you look out at the village. You can see Kingo and Karun in the distance, looking at something on one of their many cameras. The others are all out of sight, all off doing their own things and waiting for the time to leave.

“You’re awake.”

Druig is standing on the other end of the verandah holding a cup of water.

“You scared Kingo and Karun off from coming in earlier.”

He smiles a little and walks towards you, holding out the glass of water for you. “They would have woken you up, and you seemed like you needed the sleep. Don’t worry. I didn’t tell any of them what happened with your powers.”

For a moment, things feel like normal again. The way Druig is standing in front of you, looking at you. The way he’d brought you water and watched over you while you slept to make sure that no one interrupted you. It was a small thing, but it was also a sweet thing. The kind of thing you do for someone that you care about.

You stand, taking a sip of the water, and offer the chair to him.

“I’m going to walk around for a little while. Thank you for the water.”

Druig watches as you leave, refusing to sit down on the chair you’d just vacated. He’d been right when he’d told Sersi that you wanted nothing to do with him now. She’d said that the past and present were the same, that what really mattered now was the future, but Druig isn’t so sure. For the two of you, at least, the past and present are drastically different because of how he’d left your relationship in 1521. He can’t change the past… and so the present stays the same.

~~~

THE DOMO, PRESENT DAY

Phastos is not particularly happy when he sees what Makkari has done to his lab, but in no time all of you are combing throughout all of the many things she has inside and finding pieces of history amongst them. Thena finds Excalibur, Druig finds a box of Twinkie’s and trades them with Ikaris for an emerald tablet. Kingo explains everything to Makkari and Phastos gets started on figuring out how to put Tiamut to sleep. You wander around the room, picking up various books.

You feel better now, at least. Your exhaustion has mostly gone, though you can still feel a twinge of it in the back of your mind if you think too much. You feel like yourself again, the feeling of Gilgamesh’s death only a memory now. The travel to Iraq, being all together as a family again, has something to do with that, you assume.

Soon after, everyone gathers around the room to see what Phastos has created. You lean up against a desk beside Sersi and look up at the several round objects above you.

“Bracelets?” Kingo is unimpressed.” You made us bracelets?”

“So, here’s a little Celestial 101. Celestials are the most powerful energy generators in the universe. When Arishem made us, he imbued us with infinite cosmic energy to keep our lives regenerating. The bracelets, in theory, shut down our regeneration process. Once that happens, our bodies accumulate extra cosmic energy,” Phastos begins to explain.

“What for?” Sersi asks.

“Well, if the Deviants can absorb our energy, what if we can absorb each others energy as well? If I can find a way to connect us all, one of us could become immensely powerful. Pulling the accumulated energy from the rest, forming…” He waves his hand and the image above him changes into something resembling a brain, “a unimind.”

Silence falls over the room, none of you saying anything despite the fact that Phastos seems quite proud of the name. Personally, you don’t think the name is too bad. The idea, however, isn’t one you feel particularly comfortable with. But you have no choice.

“Uni meaning one, mind meaning mind.”

“Oh, no we heard you the first time,” Kingo replies.

“Terrible name.” Sprite.

“Brainstorm. Brainstorm! That’s a way better name!”

“No, I invented it so I’m calling it whatever I want,” Phastos seems irritated by everyone shitting on the name and it makes you smile to yourself a little. It’s almost like the world isn’t about to be destroyed considering how comfortable things feel.

Makkari interrupts them. “So, suppose Druig can put Tiamut to sleep… what then?” It’s a reasonable question, and an important one considering the lack of time you all have.

“We find humans a new home on another planet,” Sersi says.

“Are we building a big ship, too? Take a pair of each animal?”

“You know what’s never saved the planet? Your sarcasm.”

“Space colonisation could take decades.”

“It could happen quickly with our help.”

“What if we accidentally end up killing Tiamut?” Kingo changes the subject. “We could be responsible for billions of lives not being created across the universe. Boss, am I right?” The atmosphere in the room changes in an instant and your smile fades from your face. You look down at your hands and fiddle with the rings on your fingers.

“Say something, Ikaris,” Sprite pushes. “You don’t think we should be doing this.”

Everyone looks at him. Even though Sersi is your leader now that Ajak is gone… everyone still looks to Ikaris for decisions. You suppose that it comes along with being the most powerful. He surprises you by choosing not to answer for her, though.

“Ajak chose Sersi to lead us. Sersi should decide.”

“Forget who Ajak chose. You’re the strongest. You should be making this decision.” Sprite sounds irritated. “Fine. Just keep lying to yourself.”

She walks out of the room and it feels more tense than ever.

“Sprite…”

Ikaris looks around the room at the rest of you before following her out, leaving the rest of you feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

“Okay, this is not–” Phastos tries.

“Ikaris.”

“Don’t run after him, Kingo, I– you guys…”

The rest of you sit in silence for a few moments after the others leave. You cross your arms over your chest and look around at the others. Druig is already looking at you and Sersi looks conflicted.

“I thought we’d already all come to the conclusion that we have to do this together,” you shake your head and stand up, wandering away from the rest of them. There’s one thing that’s bothering you, apart from Ikaris. “Phastos. This uni-mind thing…”

“Yeah?” He seems glad to have an actual question.

You turn to face him, looking up at the uni-mind above him. “Will we all be able to feel each others feelings when we use it? Like I can do with my powers?” You’re not telling him everything, but he doesn’t need to know everything. He doesn’t need to know that you’re scared that you’ll feel too much again. That you’re scared of feeling someone die.

Druig looks up at your question, looking between you and Phastos, intrigued.

Phastos shakes his head. “Not in the way you can when you use your powers. Essentially, we’ll be able to sense each others presence, but there shouldn’t be specific feelings.”

You let out a breath of relief. “Okay, good.”

~~~

After a while, you decide to explore the Domo a little and see if everything is still the same as the last time you were in it. Your bedroom, for example, had been a place of constant comfort for you, and though you’d taken most of your belongings from it when you’d left, there were things you couldn’t take.

The memories inside with Druig being one of them.

You sit down on the bed and run your hands over the blankets on top of it. You’d spent many nights and days just laying here with Druig, and in his bed, too. It’s funny how those memories seem so much more vivid now that you’re here, sitting in the very place.

If you close your eyes, you can nearly take yourself back to the moment…

A knock sounds on the door and you flinch.

“It’s open!”

Druig’s head peeks through the door as he opens it. “Mind if I come in?”

“I assume you will whether I say yes or not.”

He smiles to himself and closes the door behind him, coming to sit beside you. He looks around the room. At the paintings on the wall, some of the books you’d left on your shelf. He wonders if your home in Japan is as nice as your place in the Domo once was. It makes him want to reminisce. To tell you that he remembers so many good things from this place, though he assumes they’re unwelcome memories for you. So, he stares down at his feet.

“I wanted to talk to you more when you were at my home,” Druig starts. “But with everything that happened, and how much you needed to rest afterwards, I didn’t.”

You look over at him. “What did you want to say?”

He meets your eyes and something passes between you. Like electricity.

Druig sighs. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but I need to tell you why I didn’t let you come with me, why I left, all those years ago. I think you deserve to know why, and if you still want to hate me after that, I’ll let you.”

He expects you to tell him not to say anything. To tell him that you don’t want to hear about why he left, that you’ve moved on. You’d said as much to him back in the Amazon and he understood that, but that was before you’d gotten hurt, before he told you that he was still worried about you, before he made sure you got the rest you needed. And the more you refuse to understand why he left, the more it eats away at him, and he’s certain that he can’t have it weighing on his mind when he tries to put Tiamut to sleep.

He can’t change the past, but he can change the future.

You fiddle with the rings on your fingers again. “You’re going to tell me whether or not I want to hear it, aren’t you?” The look on his face tells you you’re right. Druig was the same in many ways, then. “Go on, then. I’ll listen.”

Druig hesitates for a few moments and just watches you in case you have a change of heart. When you say nothing, continuing to look down at your fingers and twist the rings around, he takes that as a sign to start.

“I left because when I took over those humans minds I knew there was no turning back. I was mad in the moment, mad at Ajak, mad at everyone except for you,” his voice is quiet, “I did it and I knew that once I’d made the choice to control them, I couldn’t just stop. I didn’t want that for you. I didn’t want that for you because I knew you needed better,” he explains.

You, most surprisingly, laugh a little. “No, I needed you, Druig. We’d decided that we would live the rest of our lives together, we’d planned out a whole future, and you were the one who gave up on that. I needed you and you didn’t need me.”

“Of course I needed you!” He raises his voice a little too much and stops for a moment to compose himself, clenching his hands into fists on his knees. “I needed you but I overlooked the fact because I knew you would do better without me. I didn’t know Ajak would split everyone up and send you off on your own. But I don’t regret what I did that day.”

With a scoff, you lay back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. “You don’t regret breaking my heart? You don’t regret watching me go back up those stairs and feel numb for the next two hundred years? I… I don’t believe what I’m hearing.”

Druig shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he huffs. “I meant that I don’t regret letting you go to live a better life. You thrive in Japan – I’ve heard all about it. And if you’d stayed with me, living a life alone with me in the Amazon, protecting generations of people from themselves… that was never your fight to begin with.”

There are stars painted onto the ceiling that you forgot about. As you stare up at them, Druig’s words play over and over in your mind. You’re not mad at him. You’re actually a little glad that he finally told you why he’d left you, and it’s been long enough now for you to be smart enough to understand why. Your life… would have been incredibly different had you gone with him that day. You wouldn’t have been able to see so much of the world, watch children from different generations grow up and learn from your teaching.

There’s nothing you would change about the life you’ve led the past 500 years.

Except for the fact that Druig wasn’t there to experience it with you.

You clench one of your fists and close your eyes, summoning your powers ever so slightly just to see into Druig’s heart. To see if what he’s really feeling is what you think it is. The realisation once you sense his feelings doesn’t surprise you as much as you expected it to.

“If there’s one thing I regret,” you start, letting your powers fade away, “it’s that I wasn’t able to convince you to stay. I used my powers on you for the first few years, needing to know if you were okay. You were. You were happy, and that broke me even more, but eventually I think I realised that I was glad that you were happy, because I became happy too.”

Druig smiles to himself and glances back at you. You’re still staring up at the ceiling, looking at the stars on it, and you look beautiful. A thousand memories swim through his head as he looks at you, and he wishes he could relive every single one of them.

You catch him looking at you when you look at him, though. He doesn’t look away.

“Druig, I stopped hating you a long time ago, but I never stopped loving you.”

Your words make his breath catch in his throat.

“Do you mean that?” He asks.

“I’m not forgiving you,” you clarify, “nor am I telling you that I want things to go back to the way they were with us, because things can never really be the same, but I just want you to know. Who knows what’s going to happen with us trying to stop Tiamut, right? I don’t want either of us to die without knowing the truth.”

Druig understands the reason behind your words, but it doesn’t make them mean any less to him. He nods to himself and then moves to lay beside you, staring up at the ceiling as well.

“For what it’s worth,” he hums, “I never stopped loving you, either.”

~~~

FRANCE, 1388 AD

Druig is in love with you.

He’s completely, totally and utterly in love with you and strangely, he doesn’t mind admitting that to himself as he watches you running towards him through the streets, holding a pastry in each hand.

Truthfully, he’s known for a long time that he loves you. If he could put a date on it, he’d say it was probably in Japan nearly 400 years ago. Seeing the way you looked at the country, at the beauty of it, made him realise that he was feeling what the humans called love. For a while, he’d worried that he wouldn’t be able to feel it, especially since he’d spent the first four hundred years of your relationship wondering if what he was feeling then was love.

It was, he knows now. He’d just been too scared of admitting it to himself.

He’s much more confident now.

You reach him, a smile on your face as you hold out one of the pastries to him, breathing heavily since you’d decided to run to him – even though neither of you are in any rush and could wander the city for as long as you desire.

“Druig, you should have come with me,” you say. “The lady at the store was so lovely. She wanted to see you when I said I was buying pastries for my boyfriend. We’ll have to go back later.”

He loves hearing the excitement in your voice when you speak. He loves the way your eyes glimmer in the light. He just loves every single small thing about you.

Druig smiles and takes the pastry from your hand. “Reckon we’ll get a free one if I go back with you next time?” He takes a bite out of the pastry – it is very delicious, and one of the better things he’s eaten in the last hundred years.

“Ooh, maybe,” you talk through a mouthful.

He loves the way that you know he’s joking, but you agree with him anyway.

He moves to wrap an arm around your shoulders as he takes another bite of the pastry. You wrap your free arm around his waist as you walk down the street together. The city is beautiful today – as it always is. One of the best things about your job as an Eternal is easily getting to visit all of the countries on Earth and watch as they grow and change.

You also think that one of the best things is coming back to the countries you’d been to years before you and Druig had gotten together and exploring them together. So much changes that it feels like a whole new place every time.

The thought of travelling the world with him by your side forever excites you.

~~~

THE DOMO, 1460 AD

Druig’s lips are on yours and they’re all you can think about. His hands running up your back, tugging at your hair. The feeling of your hands in his hair, the way your lips feel on his skin. The way you feel in his arms. It’s a feeling neither of you will ever tire of.

He smiles against your lips as he pulls away for breath.

“They’re gonna start getting suspicious soon, the others,” he mutters against your lips. He means the other Eternals. The ones who are all expecting your attendance at the party in the city. The ones who you’d lied to and told that you’d be late because you wanted to nap after today’s fight. The ones that probably didn’t believe you anyway.

You shrug a shoulder and gently kiss him again. “Let them. I want ten more minutes.”

Druig can’t help but smile again at your words. How were you the one who’d spent thousands of years getting on his nerves, driving him insane with your irresponsibility? And now he’s the one encouraging that habit of yours. The one that loves you.

He kisses you again, roughly, his hands gripping your back. All this time and he’d been missing out on this feeling, the feeling of your lips on his, the feeling of your skin touching his skin… in his opinion, he may as well have wasted the last 7000 years.

You shuffle closer to him, wanting to get as close to him as possible now since you know the other Eternals will probably try (and fail) to keep you apart during the party. Druig doesn’t mind at all. If he could keep you here like this, if he could feel like this with you forever, he would do it without hesitation.

Ten minutes, he thinks. There’s a lot he can do in ten minutes.

With nine minutes to spare, both of your clothes are thrown on the floor of his bedroom. At seven minutes, his lips are moving fiercely against yours as you move together. He intends to keep your mind on the memory of this moment for the rest of the night, so you’ll think of it and only this moment when he catches your eye across the room. At one minute, you’re pulling your clothes back on, smiling to yourself and knowing you’re running out of time before the others come looking.

At fifty seconds, Druig calls out to you as you open the door to his bedroom.

“What? We don’t have much time,” you look back at him.

He knows that the timing is probably a little off, though he can’t really bring himself to care as he tells you that he loves you for the first time. It’s been less than a hundred years since he realised, but he’s spent all that time worrying about your reaction when he tells you. What if you didn’t feel the same about him? What if this was just fun to you?

Deep down, he knows it’s not like that for you, but he can’t help but worry.

He’s never been this vulnerable with someone before.

You pause and stare back at him. He wonders if you’re just going to ignore him and walk straight out of his room. But you don’t. You close the door gently and hurry back over him, moving to straddle him where he’s still sat on the bed so you can kiss him deeply.

It takes him by surprise, but he’s quick to reciprocate.

“Took you long enough,” you pull away to mutter against his lips. “I love you, too.”

Before he can kiss you again, you stand up again and hurry out of the room, grinning. He laughs to himself, feeling a little delirious, and falls back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He never wants this feeling to fade.

~~~

THE DOMO, PRESENT DAY.

Eventually, after an hour or so of staring up at the ceiling together in silence, you and Druig make your way back to the lab to meet up with everyone else. You arrive just as Makkari zips past you, sent off by Phastos to find Tiamut.

You wander over to watch what Phastos is doing, fascinated as usual by his powers, always wishing you had powers that were useful like his in terms of technology, while Druig wanders over to Thena, staring at a painting on the wall.

“You always knew the end was coming,” he says, stopping beside her to look at the painting himself. It’s beautiful, but he’s seen many things more beautiful than it. “It must be a relief.”

“That Deviant is still tracking us.”

“Revenge won’t bring peace for you, Thena.”

“Killing it might,” Thena smiles to herself.

Druig looks at her, intrigued. Thena has always been someone he never quite understood, and she remains that way now. But he’s seen how she is with you. He’s admired that for years.

“Don’t get yourself killed,” Druig says to her, entirely serious. “She won’t be able to handle another death. Not after she felt Gilgamesh dying.”

Thena knows who he’s talking about the second he starts to say the words. She had figured as much, that you’d felt Gilgamesh’s death, and she’d checked in on you when you were sleeping once or twice, but there had been little time for catch ups since then.

She looks over at you, at the way you stare up at Phastos’ work, fascinated, eyes glimmering in your intrigue.

“I didn’t get a life as long as I hoped to live with Gilgamesh,” she looks back at Druig, “but that doesn’t mean that you and her shouldn’t get to live a long life together, even after what you did.”

Druig stares at her. “If the world doesn’t end.”

Thena smiles. “True love will transcend worlds.”

~~~

It’s not long after you leave Phastos and head over to pick up one of Makkari’s books that had caught your eye earlier that Ikaris enters the room and blows Phastos’ work to pieces.

Instinctively, Druig takes a few steps towards you, Thena having left the room a few minutes before, as Kingo, confused asks what he’s doing

“I’ve let this go on long enough,” Ikaris says.

Sersi rushes past him, yelling “Don’t hurt him!” as she goes straight to help Phastos up and make sure he’s not hurt, the impact of Ikaris’ powers having thrown him across the room.

“You lied to us,” she continues, standing up in front of Phastos once she’s sure he’s okay. “You already knew about the Emergence.”

“No, he didn’t,” Kingo doesn’t believe it.

Ikaris, on the other hand, is sick of telling lies. “Ajak told me everything when we left Babylon,” he admits, with little remorse.

“What?”

“You were never gonna let her stop the Emergence,” Phastos says.

“No. I only wanted to protect you from the Deviants.”

Sersi sounds heartbroken as she speaks, and you understand the feeling of having the person you love most in the world betray you. “If Ajak wanted you to take her place, why did she choose me?” She asks.

Ikaris stays silent and it’s like a current passes around the room. His silence says too much and it sets all of you on edge.

“What have you done?”

Druig, stood not too far away from you, is the one to come to the conclusion. “He killed her.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. He knows.

You stumble backwards a few steps. Ikaris killed Ajak?

“I had to.” There are tears in his eyes, and you want to feel bad for him, though you can’t find it in yourself to feel that way. Not after what he’d done to your family. Not after you’d spent years calling him family.

“She loved you,” Sersi says through tears.

“Did she?”

“She loved you,” she reiterates. She means it, and you all know it’s true.

Ikaris is more emotional than you’ve ever seen him over the last 7000 years, and you’re so wrapped up in watching him that you don’t even realise that Druig has made his way over to you until he nudges your arm with his to let you know that he’s there.

The comfort that only he can bring you returns and you instinctively reach down and take his hand in yours, needing the anchor of him to keep you grounded when everything feels like it’s been a lie. You can still hold hands with people you consider family, despite your past. It takes Druig by surprise, though, and he looks down at your hand in his with a smirk on his lips.

So… you do want to hold his hand…

“Do you think it was easy to live with the truth? To know that one day all this would end?” Ikaris tries to explain himself to a room full of people unwilling to accept it, “To keep on lying to you? If we gave humanity the choice, how many of them would be willing to die so that billions more could be born?”

“We’re not giving them a choice,” Phastos adds, disgust in his voice. “Is this why you’re willing to kill?” He pauses, looking at Ikaris for a moment, who says nothing. “You are so pathetic!”

Ikaris looks at him blankly. “I’m an Eternal, Phastos. I exist for Arishem, As do you. It’s who you are.”

“I wouldn’t change a single thing about who I am. Born or made,” Phastos’ voice is powerful, but you know Ikaris well enough to know it won’t intimidate him, “but I do not exist for Arishem, I exist for my family!”

There are things everyone exists for that aren’t Arishem. You exist for the students you teach. You exist to watch them grow and learn and change. You exist to watch the world change and to protect those you love. Part of you even still exists for the man you love beside you. The fact that Ikaris can’t see that makes you feel sick.

“You are making the same mistake Ajak did.”

Makkari speeds into the room, excitement on her face, unaware of everything that’s been going on, and announces that she’s found Tiamut. You can sense what’s going to happen just before it does, even without using your powers.

“No!” Phastos yells, just as Ikaris turns to her and shoots at her.

Kingo yells her name and jumps at her, knocking her out of the way but getting hurt in the process. You squeeze Druig’s hand, and he squeezes it back to let you know that he’s not going anywhere.

“Get out of here,” Kingo says as Makkari hurries to help him up.

She doesn’t need to know anything else. Those four words are enough to tell her that whatever’s happened in her absense means it isn’t safe for her anymore, and she disappears from the room like she was never even there in the first place.

Kingo pulls himself up from the ground despite the pain.

“Kingo,” Ikaris’ voice is pleading.

You watch as Kingo summons his powers and raises his hand towards Ikaris. Seeing your family like this… seeing them fighting amongst each other, after so many years of peace between you all… it’s awful.

“You do not turn against your family,” Kingo’s voice is strong and he’s voicing the thoughts of everyone else in the room. “Gilgamesh died because of you.”

It’s a sign that Ikaris is too far gone when those words don’t do anything to him. When he still looks at you all with such a blank expression that it makes you wonder if you were ever family in the first place. When hearing that he’s the reason his family died means nothing.

“You won’t succeed against me,” he starts, looking around the room at each and every one of you, “and I will kill every one of you if I have to.”

He turns and starts to walk away, preparing to leave, before Sprite steps forward.

“Wait. I’m going with you.”

“Sprite,” Sersi steps towards her.

It’s too late, though. She’s made her choice, and the second Thena comes back into the room, wondering what the commotion was about, Sprite uses her powers and she and Ikaris disappear from the room, leaving an eery silence in their wake.

You close your eyes and take a long deep breath. Druig’s hand is still in yours, and it’s the anchor you desperately knew that you needed. You’re feeling such a strong sense of deja vu for when Druig left you, though you never loved Ikaris in the same way you love Druig… he’s family. Family don’t betray each other.

And yet… you’ve been betrayed enough to know that they do.

~~~

TENOCHTITLAN, 1521 AD

It’s supposed to be a happy moment, but it’s not. It’s supposed to be the time when you only feel joy at killing the last of the Deviants, but you feel like the world is falling away. Tenochtitlan is in ruins beneath you and Thena is unconscious on the table in front of you.

This is not how this moment is meant to feel.

“I thought Mahd Wy’ry was a myth,” Sersi says, looking down at Thena.

The room is filled with an eery silence and you feel uncomfortable. Druig, beside you, is holding your hand. He can sense your unease, your worry for Thena clouding every other feeling. You just want her to wake up and be okay.

Ajak heals Phastos’ wound. “There is no cure, so no one really talks about it.”

Thena gasps, her eyes opening as she wakes. You can tell instantly that she’s back to her normal self and sigh with relief as you take a step towards her, along with the others.

“What happened?” She asks.

“Thena, you attacked everyone. You wounded Sersi, Phastos. You nearly killed Makkari,” Ajak explains. Her voice is kind, calming, but you still feel a spike of anger. It’s not her fault, you want to say, even though Ajak knows that.

Thena sits up. “I don’t remember.”

“You have Mahd Wy’ry. Your mind is fracturing under the weight of your memories.” Beside you, Druig’s gaze falls to the floor. “And all I can do is erase them, so you can start over. I will have to inform Arishem and take you back to the ship where we have the technology to help.”

Your hand grips Druig’s tighter. Erase her memories? No… she couldn’t.

“But she won’t be Thena anymore,” Makkari signs, as if she can read your mind.

“What if it happens again?” Kingo adds. “She could have killed you. She could have killed all of us.”

The fight had been brutal. You’d tried to intervene but Druig had held you back, refusing to let you get hurt when he saw that Thena wasn’t herself. You’d struggled in his arms, but he’d held you close, whispering in your ear that he wasn’t going to let you go, that Thena would be okay, until you finally gave up.

She could have killed you all, though. You all knew that.

There are tears falling from Thena’s eyes and it breaks your heart. “Please. I want to remember,” she says, pleading with Ajak. You can’t even imagine how she’s feeling, but you are certain that if you could take her place, you would. “I want to remember my life.”

“Thena, I love you, but listen to me. It’s not important if you remember or not. Your spirit will remain. You will always be Thena deep inside. Trust me.”

“Why should she trust you?” Druig’s voice comes out of nowhere.

You turn to look at him beside you, leant against the wall, one of your hands still held tightly in his. His words take you by surprise. He was usually quiet in moments like this, and you’d thought he didn’t have anything to say now either. You were wrong.

Everyone else in the room turns to look at him.

“You’re asking her to let you erase who she is.” He lets go of your hand and your whole body feels cold as he walks away from you. You watch him with furrowed eyebrows, concerned about his sudden change in demeanour.

“Druig, I know you’re upset–”

“Upset?!” He yells and you flinch. “We’ve trusted you for 7000 years and look where you’ve gotten us.” He’s got tears in his eyes. You can hear it in his voice, see it on his face, and you want to walk over to him, take his hand again, but… he’d been the one to let go. “I’ve watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat. Do you know what that does to someone after centuries? Could our mission have been a mistake? Are we really helping these people build a better world, huh?”

This wasn’t the first time you’d heard that from him. Especially lately – he’d seen so much, you all had. But he was the only one with the ability to stop the humans from killing each other. He was the only one that had to live with the fact that he couldn’t let himself do it. You could only carry so much of his burden, and he never let you carry too much.

He turns and walks to the top of the steps, overlooking the city and the chaos going down below. The fires, the screaming, the death and the fighting. It’s like you’re watching over hell, but it’s not the first time you’ve seen something like it. It doesn’t make watching it any easier, though. You can’t bring yourself to look for long and focus on his back instead.

“We’re just like the soldiers down there. Pawns to their leaders, blinded by loyalty,” he says. His voice is angry, dark. You haven’t heard him speak like that before. “It ends now.”

You watch as the soldiers slowly stop fighting. He’s using his powers, doing what he’d said he wouldn’t do. They all start to drop their weapons and look up towards where you all are, at Druig watching over them. Your stomach drops and you’re moments away from walking towards him and pulling him away, but Ikaris beats you.

He pushes past you, reaching Druig and grabbing him roughly, slamming him against the wall. “Let them go.”

“You’re gonna have to make me.”

“Stop.” Ajak steps towards them. Ikaris and Druig continue to stare at each other for a few moments until Ikaris steps back and walks away, standing beside you as he looks at Druig and Ajak, now looking at each other.

It isn’t as easy for Druig, though. “If you wanna stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me.”

He meets your eyes and you swear you can see a flash of an apology in them as he turns and starts to walk away, down the stairs towards the humans. You push away from Ikaris and walk after him, calling out his name.

“Druig! What are you doing? What’s going on?”

You stop half way down the large staircase and he turns back to look at you. You’re illuminated by the fires below and the stars in the night sky above you, and you look as stunning as always. But Druig has made his choice now.

“I’m leaving,” he says. “I just… I can’t do this anymore.”

You take another step towards him. “Let me come with you. We can go together,” you glance back at the others, watching you. “They’re my family, but you are the person that I love, Druig. You are the one person I’ve always said I wanted to spend my life with. Let me.”

Druig watches you for a few moments. He doesn’t want to do this. To leave you behind when he loves you so much. But how can he let you come with him? How can he tell you to come with him and live a life with him when he’s finally doing something with his powers? He’s known for his whole life that you deserve a better life. He doesn’t want to be the reason that you have to lose good memories. He can’t let you live among mind controlled humans.

“No,” Druig says. “You’ll stay with the others, like you should.”

“Druig, I–” You reach out a hand towards him.

“I don’t want you to come with me, my love.”

His words make you feel like you’ve just been shot and you stumble backwards, nearling falling back up the stairs before you steady yourself. He doesn’t want you to come with him. He doesn’t want you… all of a sudden, he doesn’t want you? Just sixty years ago he’d told you he loved you, and he’s told you every day since… but now this?

“What, you care about them more than you care about the future you promised me?” You’re crying. You can feel the tears on your cheeks and your throat starting to close up. If this was what heartbreak felt like – like the humans talked about – then you wish you’d never fallen in love in the first place.

You don’t let Druig reply as you fix him with a glare and turn, walking back up the stairs towards the others and leaving him behind. It takes him a few moments to look away from you and walk down the stairs towards the humans, leading them all behind him. You don’t watch, instead staring at the wall opposite you once you’re back inside, trying to calm down your breathing.

It feels like you’ve been using your powers again. Like you had done in 1232, when you’d felt like someone was squeezing your head too tight, but now it’s your heart. It feels like it’s going to burst.

Sersi comes up beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side to try and comfort you, letting you know that she’s there for you. You appreciate it.

After a few moments of silence, Gilgamesh speaks. “I’ll watch over Thena. Let her keep her memories.”

“One day, when she attacks you, you might have to kill her,” Ajak is honest.

“We’ll take that chance.”

Thena turns to look at Gilgamesh. There are tears streaming down her cheeks and love in her eyes and you feel like your heart shatters all over again. You’d thought your relationship with Druig was like that. Where you’d give up everything for each other. But you hadn’t realised that there was one thing Druig wouldn’t be able to give up.

“You may all go,” Ajak surprises you by saying and you look up, eyes blurry as you look at her. “The Deviants are gone. There is no reason for you to stay with me.”

“Shouldn’t you ask Arishem first?” Ikaris offers. “We’re a team, we should stay together.”

“I didn’t ask you for your advice, Ikaris. Do not forget your place.” She fixes him with a look that would scare you if it were directed your way. “This is where we say goodbye. We are free to go. I want you to go out there and live a life for yourselves. Not as soldiers. Not with a purpose you were given. Find your own purpose and one day when we see each other again, I want you to tell me what you found.”

Tears start to form in your eyes again and Sersi pulls you into a hug as you start to cry again. You feel weak, empty, lost, and you hate yourself for feeling this way, but how else are you expected to feel when you’ve finally been told that you can go and live your own lives, yet the one person that was your life has just walked out of it?

It’s Druig that's being reckless and irresponsible this time, and you both know it.

~~~

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scarthefangirl · 2 years

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Masterlist

So here is my masterlist, I try to add a post within a day or two. Here is a quick key:

&= Platonic

∆= angst

±= fluff

∆±= angst and fluff

±&= platonic fluff | ∆&= platonic angst

☺= fan favorite

✉= Valentine's day fic (will make separate Masterlist when more)

MASTERLIST CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

Order goes: Marvel, spiderman and the spiderverse, harry potter, Percy Jackson, hunger games, Enola Holmes

Marvel:

Yelena Belova-

± Maybe Baby

Yelena x widow!fem!reader - You ask Yelena to adopt a baby.

∆ Mac and cheese

Yelena x g/n!reader - You clean some of Yelena's wounds after her fight with Clint Barton.

± You too

Yelena x fem!reader - Yelena tries to brave her fear and help kill a spider, but ends up in the chair with you.

Kate Bishop-

∆± He really is lucky

Kate Bishop x g/n!reader - Kate and you are broken up, but your shared dog brings you together again.

☺∆ She's not like you

Kate Bishop x g/n!reader - Reader is a bit jealous that Kate is interested in Yelena not them.

± With trembling hands

Kate Bishop x g/n!reader - When Kate almost dies, Y/N is the one to save her.

Peter Parker-

☺± My blanket is safe

Peter Parker x fem!reader - Peter comes to visit the reader because he is worried, but the reader refuses to let him see her because she is sick.

∆ Can't see the end of this (series: unfinished)

Peter Parker x g/n!reader - Peter swoops down to say goodbye to you, his partner, before you forget him.

± Trick or Treat (Halloween)

Peter Parker x g/n!reader - You go trick or treating with two of your best friends.

∆ Do better

Prompt!Peter Parker x fem!reader - Peter tells Y/N he likes MJ and needs help telling her. Y/N who has a crush on Peter is heart broken but helps anyway

± Mall date

Peter Parker x fem!reader - You drag Peter to the mall.

∆± Quit treating me like a wuss!

Peter parker x fem!wife!reader - after Peter comes home a little scraped up, Y/N tries to help him clean up but he pushes her away.

∆± My job

Peter parker x fem!reader - He comes home to a sick girlfriend and takes care of her

Natasha romanoff-

± Step by step

Natasha Romanoff x g/n!reader - You and your wife celebrate the first steps of your child.

∆ Ohio, I had a ring

Past!Natasha Romanoff x reader - The tragedy of Natasha's death takes a toll on Y/N'd mind.

∆& I can't

Platonic!Natasha Romanoff x teen!f!reader - The reader hates doctors, and begins to panic.

∆& Can you stop?

Platonic!Natasha Romanoff x teen!daughter!reader - The reader is a very bubbly person, and at one point it annoys Natasha causing her to snap at Y/N.

Maya Lopez-

± You make me ditsy

Maya Lopez x g/n!reader - You, a trained assassin, are a bit clumsy around the beautiful woman named Maya.

Druig-

☺∆± Thats not fair

Druig x fem!reader - After the Eternals split up, Druig never reached out to his Fiancé.

± Someone like me

Druig x human!fem!reader - Druig comes to visit his girlfriend, an avenger, and finds her patching up a small wound and gets worried.

± Are you a candle?

Druig x fem!reader - You and Druig are quite the flirts when it comes to each other

☺∆ Subdue the damage

Druig x fem!reader - After the battle with Ikaris, Y/N is near to death and Druig knows he won't live without her.

± Gentle words

Druig x fem!reader - How Druig handles Y/N while she is on her period

☺✉± Beautiful woman

Druig x fem!reader - You assume Druig will ask Makkari to be his Valentine, but his sudden attention to her is all just a facade for him wanting to ask you.

± People Watching

Druig x fem!reader - Y/N has watched lovers her whole life, when will she ever find a love like the couples dancing?

± We're really dumb

Druig x fem!reader - is the love unreciprocated or are they just really stupid?

Ajak-

∆ From college

Ajak x eternal!reader - Your friends from long ago come for a visit, but it isn’t the pleasant reunion you had hoped for.

± Dating Ajak would include

Ajak x G/N!eternal!reader - What would it be like to date Ajak?

Wanda Maximoff-

☺ ∆& Insanity

(UNFINISHED SERIES)Wanda Maximoff x daughter!reader - When Y/N sees Wanda ready to kill America Chavez she can’t believe the monster her mother became

Bucky Barnes-

&∆± Bucky Barnes x reader

± Bucky Barnes x reader (Halloween)

Loki Laufeyson-

∆± Loki x reader

± Loki x reader

Other women-

± Darcy Lewis x reader

&± Morgan stark x sister!reader (Halloween)

Other men-

∆± Sam Wilson x reader

± tasm!spiderman x reader

&∆± Clint Barton x daughter!reader

&∆ dr strange x reader

Preferences-

± Marvel preference

Series-

☺∆± Count me out (Wanda and Kate) ☺∆& Insanity (wanda x reader)

All-

±Avengers x fem!reader

Spiderman and the spider-verse:

Miles Morales:

∆ I can't even look at you

Earth42!Miles Morales x fem!reader - When Miles reveals his identity to his girlfriend, she isn't very accepting.

Miguel O'Hara:

☺± One more day

Miguel x fem!reader - Miguel gets sick and you care of him

± Kiss me you moron!

Miguel x fem!reader - When you are injured during a mission Miguel waits in your room for you to wake up. After you do, there are some confessions made.

Hobie Brown:

&± Don't make me call your sister

Hobie Brown x younger!sister!reader - Headcannons for what's its like being Hobie's younger sister

☺± The chance

Hobie brown x G/N!reader - Hobie catches you admitting your crush on him without knowing he's listening

± Giving to the poor

Hobie brown x G/N!reader - Headcannons for Hobie dating a ballerina and bookwarm

∆ Admit it, Part 2

Hobie brown x fem!reader - Y/N has to keep her distance from Hobie to ensure her canon events go as planned, but its not as easy as it sounds.

± Damn my punk lifestyle

Hobie brown x G/N!reader - Hobie helps you turn punk, at least, the hair part.

Pavitr Prabhakar:

± Luscious locks

Pavitr Prabhakar x G/N!reader - Pravitr is the new spiderman, and he wears a suit to hide his identity. But the suit isn't enough to throw you off and you see right through it.

Harry Potter:

All:

∆± Fred Weasley x reader

& Hogwarts x hufflepuff!reader

Percy Jackson:

Leo Valdez:

∆± Leo Valdez x reader

Annabeth Chase:

∆ Annabeth chase x reader

Percy Jackson:

∆ Percy Jackson x sister!reader

Will Solace:

±& Will solace x sister!reader

±& Will solace x twin!sister!reader

Headcannons:

&± Percy Jackson x reader

&± The seven x apollo!reader

Hunger games:

All:

∆& Hunger games reader insert

Enola Holmes:

All:

± Every step of the way

Sherlock Holmes x wife!reader - Discovering that, after already more than ten years of marriage, she expects their first child.

I will update for every fic! Remember to be kind about my older ones <3 To be added to one of those taglists, or all of them, fill out this form!

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rystarkov · 2 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy (Part Four)

Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoy part four! The gif above is who I picture in my head for Evie (Anya Taylor-Joy in New Mutants) but of course you can imagine Evie as whoever you like! In case putting a face to a character makes it easier for you, here you go:) Warning: Part Four is mostly a filler chapter before they finally reunite, but I hope you like it! It features Kate Bishop from Hawkeye, as well as Sam and Bucky as Evie has become an Avenger during her time away from the Eternals:) enjoy!

2021

PRESENT DAY

NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

“Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot!” I hear around me as I shotgun a glass of tequila (definitely dangerous, but hey it’s my fake birthday). I start screaming and begin to jump up and down as the awful taste and burning sensation of alcohol consumes my throat.

“That’s my girl! Happy birthday, Evie.” Kate says, clapping me on the shoulder as we do our signature handshake together. Bucky rolls his eyes as Sam laughs with us and downs his third and final shot of tequila, coughing as the taste of the shot finally sets in.

“How does it feel to be 21? Oh wait, you’ve been 21 for centuries now! Happy birthday, old lady.” Sam says sarcastically as I roll my eyes and drunkenly give him a one armed hug goodbye.

“Thank you for that, Sam! Your sarcasm is always appreciated. Aren’t you the one who asked me to make up a fake birthday so the thought of me never aging wouldn’t creep you out anymore? Anyways, thanks for coming out tonight! Get home safe!” I say, almost stuttering and slurring that entire speech as I hug Bucky goodbye.

“Are you joking? We are Falcon and Captain America! No wait, we’re Captain Falcon and American Soldier! Wait, Sam help me out here. What are we again?” Bucky laughs as Sam looks at him in genuine confusion.

“Come on, big guy. Let’s get you home. Night ladies! Get home safe and call us when you get home.” Kate and I erupt into a fit of giggles as we grab some karaoke mics and sing them goodbye while they walk tiredly out the bar doors.

The night goes on without any problems, no creepy old men or any weirdos. Kate and I sing about a dozen Britney Spears songs, wrapping it up around 1:00 A.M. and then begin our drunken journey of walking back to my apartment for the night.

“Come on, try it! One foot in front of the other, girl. Move! I want to sleep.” Kate giggles as I keep trying to trip her while we walk on the sidewalk.

Everything around me is spinning yet I’ve never felt more light on my feet. The music from another bar across the road fills my head with its heavenly sounds and before I even realize what my intoxicated body is doing, I’m skipping down the sidewalk.

“Evie! Slow down! I be too drunk, m’lady.” Kate says, as I let out the ugliest cackle I’ve ever made in my life.

“Evie?” I hear a familiar voice say as I slam into a tall wall. Maybe a wall? I don’t actually know, I was skipping with my eyes closed.

I trip over my own feet as I take a step back, but somehow Kate manages to catch me before I fall on my ass. I look up, still giggling, but then quickly stop as I realize who all is in front of me.

“Sprite? Oh my God, Sprite! Oh, how I’ve missed you!” I screech as I throw my arms around them, lifting them up off the ground in pure, drunken happiness. Kate is still standing behind me in shock, as she might be thinking she’s already passed out and participating in a weird alcohol induced dream.

I hear laughs behind Sprite as I put her back down, screeching once again as I realize that Ikaris, Sersi, Kingo, Thena, Gilgamesh, and some dude with a camera are all standing in front of me in amazement at the drunken state that I’m in.

“Karun, cut the cameras! Ya know, we have been coworkers for thousands of years but not once have I ever seen you drunk. Is everything okay at home?” Kingo asks jokingly, as I beeline for him and hug him around the torso.

“Oh, everything’s perfect! I’m so happy you guys are here! Kate and I were just heading back to my apartment to order food! Would you guys like some? Don’t worry, on me! I make Sam always pay for it anyway.” I say excitedly and quickly grab Thena by the hand as she tries to snatch it back. I ignore her and grab it again, practically dragging her down the street and start singing the song playing from the bar across the street as I go.

“Evie, I am going to need you to sober up immediately. Something really horrible has happened and we need you to come back with us. I’m sorry to your friend in advance, but we have to go. Now.” Sersi says sincerely, grabbing my shoulders and keeping my somehow energetic self in place.

I turn around to look at Kate and she looks at me, and then we do the one thing that is definitely not helpful to the situation. We burst out laughing.

As I’m wiping the tears away from my eyes, I hear Ikaris groan in frustration as Sersi looks to the others for assistance.

Next thing I know, I hear Kate gasp in shock as I feel a blunt force to my head and then everything fades to black.

———————————————————————————

It’s been a day since my horribly embarrassing drunken encounter with everyone, and I am still feeling the shame (as well as the pain) of my past as I am forced to visit Druig and his compound in the Amazon today.

I am literally feeling my shame. As in, I am still very hungover and wearing sunglasses to nurse the massive headache I have had since I woke up.

Sersi kindly filled me in on everything that has happened since we disbanded, including the rise in Deviant attacks across the world and Ajak’s death. I woke up crying because of my hangover, and then I cried some more over the loss of one of the only parental figures I had ever known. Oh, and the world is ending in ten days.

I couldn’t bring myself to call Kate, or Sam, or even Bucky, who have dealt with situations like this before. It might be selfish of me, but I want them to enjoy their last days on Earth without the fear of everything they know and love crumbling before their very eyes. I know that we can most likely stop it, but we unfortunately need Druig’s help first.

I can’t say that I’m excited, but I also can’t say that a sad part of me isn’t not excited to see him for the first time in five hundred years. I hate him, but I love him.

Simple, right?

He left me stranded, confused, heartbroken, but most of all angry. He held my heart in the palm of his hands that fateful night, yet still willingly crushed it to dust with each step he took further and further away from me and what could have been our life together.

I have never hated someone as much as I hate him, but I have also never loved someone as much as I care for him and his safety, which is why I agreed to come on this horrible and excruciatingly painful trek into the Amazon.

“Evie, I know you’re hungover, but at least try to keep up. You’re walking slower than the old ladies I help walk across the street.” Kingo says as he turns to the camera and winks, with Karun giving him a thumbs up in approval.

“Kingo, what did you say you do for a living, again? Act as Ikaris and never as yourself?” I say sharply, picking up the pace to catch up and see the priceless look on his face.

“Burn!” Gilgamesh says as he high fives me, and I even hear Thena laugh softly as we continue walking. It feels good hearing her laughter and seeing her smile again after all of these years.

“I see that your horrible manners haven’t developed over the many years you’ve spent in human society. Karun, cut that one out please.” Karun nods, and then reaches into his bag to put his camera away.

“So, Avengers, huh?” Sersi asks as she moves to walk alongside me, giving me her signature soft but sincere smile as we move forward.

“Surprisingly, yeah. They’ve been like family to me ever since the Ultron attack in Sokovia. I’ve lost a good few of them over the years because of the snap and Thanos, but if anything we are all closer because of it.” I say sadly, brushing my hair behind my ears as a nervous tick. Sersi reaches down to grab my hand and gives it a sweet but firm squeeze.

“I always knew you had it in you and I’m proud of you, Evie, I really am. I’m sorry for your losses, but I’m really glad we were brought together again. I missed you terribly in London, I had to deal with Sprite and her sarcasm alone.” She giggles, looking back at Sprite to see her bickering with Kingo. I turn around and smile at the sight before my eyes. I love my human family, but I can’t help but feel completely at home with my fellow Eternals once again.

“I heard you have a new boyfriend.” I wiggle my eyebrows as she shoves my shoulders and laughs.

“How the hell did you hear that? Weren’t you too busy saving the world and avoiding Druig?” She says pointedly, and my smile quickly drops.

“Druig and I are, I mean, used to be best friends. I think he’s an ass and if I never see him again, I’ll be relieved.” I hear Kingo scoff as Sprite laughs, making my eyes flash blue as I turn around to glare in anger.

“I think you mean to say he’s a fine piece of ass, right?” Gilgamesh jokes as him and Kingo laugh loudly at my expense. I roll my eyes and turn back around to continue walking.

Boys, right?

“Will you all be quite? We’re almost there.” Ikaris says, ever so stern, as he gives Sersi a pointed look, causing her to clear her throat awkwardly and continue walking.

We walk in silence (minus the occasional vlog from Kingo) for another mile before my stomach unexpectedly drops. I can sense him, and I immediately stop walking as the realization hits me.

I’m about to see Druig for the first time in five hundred years and I don’t think i’m mentally prepared at all. I haven’t practiced my mental block in centuries, as I haven’t been around another mind reader since working alongside Druig. I don’t want him inside my mind, and I especially don’t want him to know that I’m still pained by both his absence and his lack of love.

We enter the clearing and I look around, my eyes quickly darting from person to person out of pure anxiety and fear of seeing him again. However, nothing seems odd or out of the ordinary. Everyone is working, laughing, cleaning, cooking, and doing normal daily activities. Kids are running around and people are gardening, in fact, it looks kind of peaceful here. There’s no sign of Druig, which both calms me and makes me want the ground to swallow me up.

I see Sprite ask someone where Druig is in Spanish, and I start choking on my own spit out of shock at her Spanish skills. Sprite is talented at many things, but Spanish is not one of them.

“Hello, Sprite.” I hear, and I immediately launch myself behind a tree, getting some weird looks in the process before their eyes flash gold and they all turn forward to look at the rest of the eternals. I hear the doors of the main house open and footsteps crunching leaves as someone walks towards the middle of the clearing.

I nervously peek around the tree, and immediately want anything to take away the embarrassment I feel. I want a Deviant to snatch me and drag me away to literally anywhere else. I want a meteor from outer space to choose me and smash me into the Earth so I can get out of this awful, anxiety inducing situation I put myself in.

Why, you ask?

Oh, well Druig and his entire community are staring directly at me, with that stupid (but sexy) smirk of his.

“My beautiful, beautiful Evie. Did you miss me?”

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marinetteplztakeabreak · 3 years

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ML Lies Episode Predictions:

There’s Two?? (don’t trust my math) more days before lies completely destroys me, so I’m going to make some predictions, and by predictions I mean wishlist. My walls are already up, so if none of these happen I won’t be disappointed, but also a girl can dream: (this is somehow 1700 entire words long because I have a lot of feelings, so it’s under a cut, you’re welcome)

—Adrien and Kagami’s are secretly dating: please I want it so bad, I’ve talked about this so much and emotionally I need it!! At the very least I want them to sneak out together so so bad I’d cry. But also, if they’re hiding it from their other friends for whatever reason, thats SUCH good angst potential.

—If we get to see some kinda montage of them sneaking out??? Id ride that high for months. Even just one actual example of them working together to sneak out would obliterate me. Like, how it shows Kagami sneaking out to go to the game in Ikari Gozen?? I’d cry

—The breakup happens as a direct result of it being a secret relationship: this would be SUCH a good parallel to lukanette. Lukanette broke up because Luka wanted Marinette to be more open with him and he hated being in the dark, so just, the parallels if Adrien wants to be more open about adrimi and Kagami is like “you dont understand, if your dad finds out about us he will end this immediately” but Adrien wants to believe that its going to be okay and no one will react badly? I’m probably explaining this badly and I’ll try to explain it better later I just,,, want parallels and opposites and truth v lies and hhhhh

—Fencing??? Friendly/ affectionate competition??? Them being idiot jocks in love??? Please??? I want to see them compete!!

—I’d love to see Kagami character growth + Adrimi relationship development!!! I want her to love herself more and be more comfortable around him!!!

—Specifically, if there was a parallel to Riposte,, and Adrien beat Kagami in a fencing match and Kagami was like “Oh nice!! :D good game!” I’d be so happy I’d cry!! And it’s kinda implied by Chat Blanc that they’re already there in there relationship?? But not confirmed?? So if I saw it or saw confirmation of it I’d cry!!

—in one of the released photos it looked like they were holding hands??? And at this point my expectations are so low I don’t even trust it yet but blease,,, let them hold hands,, i’d cry of joy

—If Adrien is also constantly leaving and disappearing due to akuma responsibilities, I want it to read SUPER differently from the Lukanette because I love parallels/foils!! Marinette disappears on her dates with Luka and its just “oh marinette is really distracted and busy and frazzled” but I dont think Adrimi but be loke that at all!!! Because as far as Kagami knows, she has the same backstory/current story as Adrien. She’s risking a lot by sneaking out to go on dates with him?? So Adrien seeing an akuma and being like “oh sorry father is calling” isnt even suspicious or anything??? Its 100% believable!!! If her mother called she’d immediately be like “oh fricking heck i Need To Leave this instant immediately.” So its less “Adrien doesnt care about her” and more of just twisting the knife and reminding her that life doesnt want them to be together and Adrien is never going to be free!!! Big ouch to her heart!!!

—also I want!!!! Them!!! To talk about their feelings!!! Because parallels to truth!!! Adrien is like “sorry I have to go” and Kagami is like “oh I hate that so much” and Adrien is like “big same.” (Also idk how realistic this is but I’d love it if ‘Kagami talking about her feelings’ wasn’t the cause of strife in their relationship!! Like, she talks about how she feels and when she’s upset and Adrien is like “yeah me too” and they’re just,, good bros)

—I need them to stay friends after the breakup, i need it i need it i need it!!! And the whole issue is!! I feel like the main reason they’d date is to try and hang out more?!?? So if the breakup was actually them talking to each other and being like “hey so this isnt working with sneaking out, we’re going to need to go back to the way it was before,” rather than them saying they were bad for each other???? Hoo boy i’d lose my mind

—Also!!! My favorite prediction, I’d die of joy if this happened (and also of angst). I want there to be so much drama with “secret relatinship” stuff that they try to fix it by going public with their relationship!! Very low chance of this actually happening but its okay if it doesnt, thats what the fanfiction I’m inevitably going to write immediately after watching the episode is for!!! But anyway,, multiple ways this could happen.

Maybe they’ve been secretly dating since Miracle Queen and they decide to go public at the beginning of this episode and that’s the primary source of plot/conflcit!!! I’d be thrilled!!!

BUT!!! if the episode ends with then Not Breaking Up, but instead deciding to go from dating secretly to dating publicly???? Holy Freaking Heck,,, I’d go feral with emotion!!!! I also need to expand on this so much more but basic rundown of how I imagine it could happen (again: Is it likely?? Probably not! but this is my last chance to dream):

Kagami is like “listen we have the same backstory and I KNOW in my soul that this relationship wouldn’t work if it was public”

Adrien is like “okay yeah I feel you, thats fair”

Kagami goes on dates with Adrien and its fun and nice and lovely and the honeymoon phase is so good and exciting

Adrien starts disappearing a lot, partly because of akuma attacks, but partly because of nathalie and gabe calling him constantly

Adrien starts to be like “well actually i think that my dad does care about me probably? And if he knew why I wanted to go he’d let me! Or at least Nathalie would because clearly she cares about me!”

Kagami is like “hhhnngg have you met them?? You think they’d want you to be happy and free??” Except she can’t just SAY that because if she did then she’d be crushing Adrien’s entire heart and possibly also making him get really defensive and he has to come to the conclusion that his parents are good on his own

Kagami also starts to get frustrated with how much more often Adrien has to leave than she does?? And its because of akuma attacks but she doesnt know that and he cant tell her

Adrien starts to get frustrated because he can take the “having to leave for akuma attacks” part but when he finally finishes an akuma battle and Natalie immediately calls him it is just aaaaaAAAAAAAA and he just wants to believe so badly that he could at least take control of that part??? He could at least get Nathalie to help him out??? Probably maybe right???

Because we all know he HATES having to keep secrets from Ladybug, but he’ll do it for her, and he’ll keep his life as Chat a secret, but Kagami??? He should at least be able to talk about that, right?? He’s not doing anything bad/dangerous/etc

Also there could very well be some angst with Adrien being so so worried about Nathalie because she’s bedridden and his dad is being sketchy and he’s SEEN this before and he doesn’t want to be avoiding Natalie or lying to her because what if he loses her too??? He’d feel so guilty! And he needs the support of a parent figure so much,,, so he HAS to tell her the truth

But he respects Kagami’s wishes and he’s not going to betray her trust

But unlike Lukanette, they DO talk about their feelings and they disagree and stuff, and even if he’s trying not to be confrontational, Kagami is like “i can tell youre uncomfortable about something, please just tell me what it is” so he tells her that he disagrees

Kagami gets akumatized?? idk if it’s even been confirmed that she’s the akuma “Lies” but I’d assume she is because parallels to Lukanette

Maybe it happens as a direct result of some moment where Kagami and Adrien are arguing and in the heat of the moment he says something hurtful??

Maybe they’re arguing and then Adrien has to leave before it can resolve and Kagami is mad about it even though shes trying not to be and she gets akumatized???

Maybe she does say something like “bc your dad sucks and nathalie sucks!” and he yells or something (i want to see Adrien yell and be flawed let me live, and this is one of the most likely scenerios for it to happen bc it would HURT for him)

Maybe Kagami shoots back with anger, maybe Adrien’s been calm but Kagami gets mean for a moment, but regardless, Kagami says something about her true feelings of anger at nathalie/gabe/ etc and before Adrien can respond he’s like “oh shoot sorry I need to get home NOW”

Then for one brief second Kagami’s TERRIFIED that he’s going to tell nathalie about this in his anger and then nathalie’s going to be like “oh kagami is clearly bad for you because she made u this upset” and Adrien will LISTEN because hes stupid and he still listens to his horrible adult figures and Kagami is so mad about the entire situation so then in her moment of weakness she gets akumatized

Look at that its a direct opposite of Lukanette because Luka was afraid of Marinette keeping secrets about why she’s always vanishing because he doesnt know and Kagami is afraid of Adrien telling secrets about why HEs always vanishing bc she thinks she does know,,

But anyway, after she gets de-akumatized, she’s so ashamed of it and she can see how far she took it and how many people it hurt,, and Adrien is really sad and apologetic and trying to support her,, and she’s like “no clearly I was actually wrong, keeping this a secret is hurting you and its hurting me and now its hurting random civilians”

So she tells Adrien that they should tell people about it and stop dating in secret

And then multiple possible ending:

Does he say “actually no, youre right, they wouldnt let this happen, so if we cant date in public and dating in secret is hurting us then we shouldnt date at all” and thats how the breakup goes??? That would literally obliterate me

Does the episode end on a false positive where Adrien hasnt told them yet and he is like “yeah this is gonna be great” and there isnt an actual breakup yet?? Because that would also kill me (even though i doubt theyre going to let adrimi take up that much time in the show but, let me dream)

Also if Adrien is like “we shouldnt tell my parents but we should tell someone” and then they tell Marinette and now shes got ANOTHER secret to keep and aaaaaaaAAAAA?? Id die on the spot

I’m still holding out hope that the episode will give me enough crumbs to at least be able to write this better, but regardless of what happens in the episode,,, the chances of me eventually writing fanfiction exploring this are SO HIGH, I’ve been thinking about this for ages

In conclusion:

—no matter what happens in lies, its going to destroy me

—please let them be in a secret relationship it makes so much sense for their characters and for the drama and aaaaAAAAA

—also please give me the parallels to lukanette where their issues are exactly the opposite and it still falls apart

Thank you for your time, I’ll be excitedly vibrating at the speed of sound for the next two days until we get answers!! Depending on how the episode goes, I’ll either be writing so much adrimi fluff to recover,, so much adrimi angst to vent,, or I’ll be staring at the ceiling screaming for a few days as I post nothing but keysmashes and try to sort through my emotions :)

#lies #ml lies #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #kagami tsurugi #ml spoilers #ml leaks #those are both super minor but i just want yo guve fair warning #ml theories #adrimi #adrigami #predictions #ml #long post #angst

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angelspenance · 2 years

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prompt: Risato, dancing in the living room

“Hey Rits,” Misato slurs, a bit more than tipsy from their “girls night.” “Mhm, what is it Misato?” she answers, leaning the other woman against the wall outside her apartment while Ritsuko reaches for her spare key. “Ya wanna spend the night… like the good ol days! You remember college, right?” The door clicks unlocked & Ritsuko resumes acting as Misato’s crutch. “Course I do. The better portion of my life, I’d dare venture” she smirks. Things were…. Simpler. That’s an understatement, even. Everything felt.. lighter. The only tightness in her chest was from whether or not Misato would comment on her dress for the night or stress from grades. Not from the success of her experiments or the potential of an angel attack or whether.. He would be in a tolerable mood. “So, are ya gonna spend the night orrrr—“ Misato snaps her out of her thoughts, leaning close enough that Ritsuko can feel her breath against her nose. “Maybe I will, I can call Maya to make sure the cats are fed. Besides them… nothing much at home anyways.” Misato visibly crinkles her nose at the mention of Maya before joking, “You should pay more attention to me instead of your little assistant, Rits. And ‘nothing much at home?’ You’re telling me world renowned NERV Dr. Ritsuko Akagi doesn’t have a personal life? Well, besides me, of course,” she snorts, dragging Ritsuko down next to her on her messy couch. Ritsuko can feel her cheeks burn because god Misato may not realize it, but she’s sure fucking hitting the nail on its head. “Yea , yea. You drag me out of my shell, Misato. Where would I ever be without you,” Ritsuko says these words with the intent of being sarcastic but halfway through she realizes they’re at least partially genuine. Misato…. Misato for all her flaws and fights and hotheadedness that’s barely concealed even in her government job. She’s the one thing she can always count on. Painstakingly human in an environment filled with people like… Him & those damned computers who only act with the intent of fulfilling some algorithm. “That’s what I thought,” Misato grins, wrapping her surprisingly strong arms around Ritsuko and halfway pinning her against the couch cushion. Should it have been anyone else, save for Maya, Ritsuko would’ve tensed up to the point of straining her muscles. But Misato… Misato, especially whilst intoxicated, makes Ritsuko’s fight or flight instincts kick in about as much as an over friendly golden retriever would warrant.

“So you’re supposed to become Ikari’s kid’s caretaker next week, right?” Ritsuko asks, trying to change the topic from her obvious attachment to the disheveled purple haired woman halfway draped over her. “Yea,” she sighs, “Hope he doesn’t take after his father.” “That makes two of us.” A quiet bit of shared laughter. A second of silence. “It’s 1am. We should dance.” “Huh?” Misato sits up a bit, running a hand through her hair with a lopsided smile. “It’s late. We should dance.” “I mean if you..” “Oh of course I want to. Don’t you? Come on, Rits. Don’t you want to be a cliche?” Ritsuko tries to ignore the pounding of her heart in her chest as she answers “Of course I do. Want to share a cigarette to really make it cliche?” Oh god what the hell is she saying. “Now you’re talking my language, Rits,” Misato chuckles as she sits up to grab the pack on the coffee table & it’s accompanying lighter. “You sure you can work that thing?” Ritsuko teases as Misato tries and fails to get the lighter to ignite twice before it goes. “Course I am, I lit enough of yours back in the day,” she remarks smugly as she takes a drag before handing it to Ritsuko. Indirect kiss. “I’ll turn on the radio to really complete the cliche,” Misato giggles, awkwardly stumbling over to turn the thing on but nonetheless Ritsuko’s never been more infatuated with the girl. Of course, it might just be the lateness of the hour or the nostalgia or the feeling of everything about to change permanently or the liquor. But the statement still stands. Fly Me to the Moon begins to play, frequently interrupted by static as Misato grabs Ritsuko’s hands and drags her to her feet. “Shall we?” Misato smirks as she takes one of Ritsuko’s hands in hers and places the other against her waist. “Of course,” she smiles, and it’s an awkward back and forth sway with a decade worth of unspoken words between the two of them, but for the time being it’s more than enough. “In other words…” Misato’s lips crash against hers. She doesn’t say anything, just pulls away with a smile that’s simultaneously knowing & completely unaware of what she’s just done. One good honest kiss. The first one in as long as Ritsuko can remember. Regardless, Ritsuko commits it to memory. A final snapshot of true happiness before everything Ritsuko knows will come to pass does. And it’s messy and painfully human. And it’s beautiful.

#pre extremely messy ritsato. yough ough augh…#anon #asks #long post #writing tag

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Thank you for being here for me during this difficult time 💜💜 could I request a fluffy fic with Bucky? They like each other and he's asked her out a few times but she feels she can't give him what he deserves in the future - a family and is afraid he would lose interest anyway if she told him the reason why

More than Forever

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,501

Summary: Bucky wants to take you out so badly but every time he asks you turn him down. When Steve gives him a good idea he runs with it and finds out exactly why you’ve been telling him no.

Author’s Note: Hello my beautiful friend. Thank you for requesting this of me. I really hope I wrote it well and you enjoy it. Sending you love and hugs always and forever! Thank you all for reading and much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Soft angst (please read the request above), lots of soft Bucky and sweet fluff, a happy ending!!! :)

“Steve, I don’t get it. It seems like she really likes me but every time I try to ask her to dinner or anything she politely declines. Am I nuts?” Bucky stares at his best friend, confusion and hurt etched across his features while he waits for Steve’s answer. With a heavy sigh Steve shrugs, giving Bucky an apologetic look. “It doesn’t make sense to me either Buck. Any time I see you two together it certainly seems like she’s happy and enjoying your company. I’m as clueless as you are.”

Dropping his head, Bucky rakes his hand over this face and groans into his coffee. “Have you tried something like a movie night? Maybe she’ll respond to something less formal?” Looking up Bucky smiles for the first time that morning, standing and clapping Steve on the back. “I knew you were good for something. This whole time I keep suggesting date nights out somewhere, maybe just relaxing in our room is the right start. Thanks Pal.”

Steve shakes his head and smiles into his coffee, mumbling, “good for something…sheesh.” Later that day Bucky finds you in the laundry room, humming a sweet tune as you fold your clothes. “Hey doll.” You spin around, a pair of your lace underwear clutched to your chest. “OH! Hi Bucky! I didn’t hear you come in, you scared me!” He tries to keep his eyes on yours, but they quickly dip down to the red lace in your hands and his cheeks begin to match their color.

Whipping them behind your back you give him a sweet smile, a quiet “sorry,” passing your lips. “No, it’s ok, those are really pretty, I bet they look amazing.” As soon as the words leave his mouth Bucky slaps his hand over his face, letting out a muffled curse into his palm. You walk over to him and pull his hand away, kissing his cheek. “It’s ok and thank you.”

His eyes drop to your lips, lingering for longer than they should before he looks back to you. “Hey, so I was looking for you because I wanted to ask you something. Since I can’t seem to get you out to dinner maybe we could just watch a movie together this weekend? You know, nice and relaxed in our pjs!” His tone is so hopeful, and his eyes are so bright you wouldn’t be able to say no again anyway. “That sounds great! But only if I get to pick the movie!”

Bucky instantly agrees and walks over to hug you, crushing you to his chest with a quiet thank you. “I can’t wait doll.” He leaves you to your laundry and you can’t help but feel excited for Saturday but you also can’t get rid of the niggling voice in the back of your head, telling you, he won’t want this once he knows your secret.

The weekend arrives and you’ve only wanted to cancel on him 5 times, however, you could never bring yourself to do it, his happy face a permanent image in your mind. He arrives to your room right on time with snacks and drinks in hand, smiling from ear to ear. “You ready?!” Pushing back your doubts you focus on just how much you like him and how much you enjoy his company. “I am Buck. I’ve been looking forward to this!”

Once you’re both settled on the couch and curled up under the blanket you turn on the movie. Bucky had admitted to never seeing Star Wars, so you decided to start with episode 4 and show him what he’s been missing. Halfway through the movie his arm finds its way around your shoulder and your legs are resting in his lap. You lay your head against his chest and relax into his warmth.

The movie ends and Bucky pulls you closer, hooking his finger under your chin, “I loved it!” His lips are so close to yours and you can’t help the way you lean into him. “I knew you would,” you whisper, trying to control your body. “You know what my favorite part was?” You shake your head no, starting to feel dizzy from his closeness. “Being here with you and having you in my arms.” Those are the last words spoken before his lips meet your in a soft kiss. It’s better than you ever imagined, and you melt against him, hooking your arms around his neck. Bucky drags you into his lap and deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth as you open up for him.

The instant his hand brushes the warm skin along your stomach you pull away, all your insecurities rushing back and drowning you in a wave. “Bucky. I…I can’t,” you cry, getting off him and hurrying to the bathroom. “Doll?” he asks, running after you and lightly knocking on the door. “Baby, what happened? I’m sorry if that was too much. I didn’t mean to…I just…I like you. A lot.” You don’t answer, trying to hold back your sobs as your heart breaks.

He doesn’t say more and you’re starting to think he left until a small piece of paper slips under the door. ‘I’m going to sit out here in case you need me. Don’t feel pressured to come out, but I’m here when you’re ready.’ It makes you start to cry again, your hand covering your mouth as you sink to the floor. After what feels like an hour you slowly crack open the door and find Bucky sitting on the floor against the opposite wall.

He shoots up but doesn’t go to touch you, dropping his hand to his sides as he gives you a concerned look. “If you don’t want to talk, I’ll go, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Fresh tears start to well up and you throw yourself at him, curling into his chest when he wraps you tight in his arms. For a few minutes you just cry, and he holds you, no words spoken. When you finally start to calm down, he picks you up and carries you to the couch.

With you seated in his lap he waits patiently while you gather your thoughts. “I’m sorry,” is the first thing you say, and he immediately starts to shake his head to disagree. “No, no, just wait, let me explain.” He snaps his mouth shut at that and focuses on you. “I’m sorry that I’ve been saying no to all your dates and I’m sorry I wasn’t truthful as to why. This is just very difficult and to be honest I’m worried that once I tell you, you won’t want to take me out anymore.”

A few stray tears run down your cheeks and he softly kisses them away. “Bucky,” you whisper, cradling his jaw in your hand. “It’s ok, doll. I’m not going to run away, no matter what you say.” Taking a deep breath, you look into his eyes and they’re free of judgement and it gives you the courage to continue.

“I like you too. A lot,” you say with a sad smile, “but I can’t give you a family, if that is something you were to want in the future. It’s not easy to talk about this and I didn’t want to lead you on thinking I could give that to you when I couldn’t.” Bucky’s silence makes the knot in your stomach tighter, a sob bubbling up in your throat.

He senses your panic and quickly takes your face in his hands. “That’s ok. It’s ok baby.” He watches you let out a shuddering breath before he goes on. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you’re hurting. I do want a family some day and I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about that with you. But there are other ways for us to be a family. We could start by adopting a dog. Then maybe a kid or two…if that were something you would be willing to do. We could explore all the options. Together.”

The sob in your throat finally breaks free but this time it’s from relief. “Really, Bucky? You would consider doing that?” He smiles and it’s full of warmth and his eyes are full of truth as he vigorously shakes his head yes. “Of course. There are so many kids that need homes and dogs too! We could adopt 5 each!” he laughs, kissing your lips.

Time seems to slow as you once again find yourself in his lap with his strong arms caressing your skin. He parts your lips with his tongue and silently asks for permission as his fingers smooth over your hips and dig into the soft flesh. You pull away to take a breath, smiling against his lips when he asks, “so does these mean you’ll finally let me take you to dinner?” With an enthusiastic nod you push him down on the couch, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him again.

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pearl-pilots-in-chains · 3 years

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Ice Cream Expertise (All the Little Lights #1)

Fandom: Neon Genesis Evangelion

Ships: Kawoshin

Rating: G

Summary: Shinji is faced with a dilemma of sorts, and is characteristically indecisive. Fortunately, Kaworu is there to give some helpful advice. Or maybe just call himself an ice cream expert. Let's be honest, it's a bit of both.

Notes: This is intended to be the start to All the Little Lights, my attempt at a relatively happy Evangelion high school AU featuring the pilots we know (and maybe love) actually getting to live a normal life (including all the cute gay romance they deserve). That said, it also works totally fine as a one shot. Considering it's an AU, there's going to be some rather interesting deviations from canon, some of which are alluded to here. So, if something seems off, that's probably because it is.

As usual, any errors, grammatical or typographical, are mine. I apologize in advance.

This was originally posted to my old AO3 on May 21, 2020. I hope you enjoy it!

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Shinji Ikari was not having a good day. No, perhaps that was an understatement. He was having a distinctly bad day. School had been tedious to say the least, considering that testing week was approaching, and the teachers seemed to be doing their best to “prepare” the students using every form of academic torture known to humankind. Okay, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it had been a hectic hell all the same. Not to mention the fact that his best friend Touji was going through a rough patch (not the first one, mind you), with his girlfriend Hikari, which led to a tense mood within their friend group outside of class as well. Adding onto this was the fact that he was getting worried about his sister (what wasn’t new?) Rei, who had been especially quiet the past week or so, even by her standards. That was usually a sign that her depression was going through a rough spot. He had wanted to mention something to his mother about it, considering she usually had better luck at getting through to Rei than he did when his sister was going through a difficult time, but unsurprisingly, he hadn’t gotten around to it yet. He was gone too often, and his mother was gone too often. There was all of a one to two hour period when they were both home and awake on any given night. Rei always ending up alone probably doesn’t help her state of mind improve either. I wish she had more friends. People she could connect with.

And, of course, to top all that wonderful baggage off, he had had work after school, which had gone lovely. Just lovely. A simply wonderful group of customers had come in, and stayed for a better part of three hours, ordering intermittently while they all talked (way too loudly, in his opinion) at their shared table, which, in a predictable move, they hadn’t even bothered to clean off. He was a barista, not a waiter, despite what some people seemed to think. To make matters worse, they had been laughing so hard partway through their “discussion,” that one of the party had practically flung her iced latte through the air by accident (how someone could do that by accident, was a whole other topic for conversation), sending its contents flying halfway across the room (in a bafflingly impressive display, he had to admit, as irritating as it was). Of course, he had drawn the short straw and been the one tasked with cleaning it up. His boss seemed to get a special satisfaction out of giving Shinji all the “fun,” jobs. Okay, maybe Mr. Anno’s not that bad, but he still gets a kick out of watching me suffer. Or something like that.

Shinji sighed as he pulled his car into the store parking spot. As he exited it, he glanced down at his phone. 7:16. That meant he should have enough time to get home and get dinner going before his mother got home. These days, it seemed as though she worked progressively later and later. It had been a couple months since she’d been home before 8. She was almost certainly still out at the base at that moment. Whatever project she’s working on now is one of the more intensive ones.

He headed for the doors. He was planning on making stir fry, which meant that he needed to get soy sauce for sure, since he knew they had run out from the last time. He thought they had most of the rest of what he needed at home. So, this should be a quick run. Just in and out. After a day like today though, he was tempted to grab something sweet. Come on, after this whole mess, I think I at least half deserve something to take my mind off of it. Just a little.

Inside, he made a bee line for the condiments aisle. Alright, first things first. Get what I need. Then, maybe, I’ll just check out what they have. He grabbed soy sauce, and then wavered for a moment, trying to decide just for what he was in the mood. Okay, just something little. Nothing too big. I am going to be cooking, after all. Hmmm . . . I mean, it’s probably not the best idea, but . . .

Making his decision, he set off for the frozen section. Once again, he paused when he arrived at the aisle, looking through the glass freezer doors at the available options. I’ll just get a pint. That should be more than enough. Even if Rei goes for some too. ‘Cause mom hardly ever eats anything sweet, so I doubt she’ll have any. He tilted his head, tapping the soy sauce bottle against his thigh as he considered the selection. Why are there so many flavors? I didn’t even realize they sold Pumpkin outside of November. And Lime-Raspberry? What would that even taste like? Who comes up with these things? I’ll go for something classic. I could always do Vanilla. But, that’s a little boring. I don’t even really like it that much. Chocolate’s always classic, except that Rei doesn’t like it. And her favorite is Cookie Dough, which I don’t like the texture of . . . there are way too many choices here. Running his eyes over the racks, he did a quick count. Forty-two different flavors. Why are there forty-two different flavors? I wonder if anyone’s ever tried them all. Then again, that might take a while. And be kind of pricey. Dammit, I’m getting distracted again. The only conclusion that Shinji was coming to was the fact that he liked ice cream far too much, and was wasting far more time than he should be trying to pick out something. Maybe I should just get the soy sauce and head home. He peaked down at his phone. 7:29. Yeah, I’ve already been here longer than I should be.

A voice interrupted Shinji’s thoughts. “So, what’s your drug of choice?”

Shinji head snapped to the side, his concentration broken. “What?,” He asked, a little surprised.

The source of the interruption was standing a little further down the aisle, casually leaning on one of the freezer windows, his head cocked to the side, watching Shinji with a friendly smile on his face. Shinji thought the interrupter looked to be about the same age as him, though that fact was complicated slightly by the fact that though his face was youthful, his hair was an ashen grey. He must dye it. Is grey hair a style though? The interrupting individual sported a pair of black jeans and a band shirt for a group whose name looked vaguely familiar to Shinji. Porcupine Tree . . . I feel like Rei might listen to them. Maybe. Not to mention the fact that the newcomer had red eyes. Red eyes. Okay, so maybe this is a look he’s going for. I mean, those are definitely contacts, right? Unless there’s a genetic mutation I’ve never heard of, I don’t think humans can be born with red eyes. Which means that they’re contacts. Which means that the hair is almost definitely dyed too. I’m pretty sure that’s not what ‘scene’ looks like . . . there’d be brighter colors . . . and I don’t think it’s emo either . . . I’m pretty sure his hair would be black then . . . huh . . . maybe that’s goth. Yeah. Let’s go with that. In addition to making him second guess what scene fashion looked like, Shinji’s visual analysis of the interrupter also led him to a more definite conclusion. That regardless of what category his fashion fell under, he was pretty cute. Seriously Shinji, focus here, and stop thinking about how some random boy in Safeway who asked you what type of drugs you like is cute. Don’t be an idiot. Sure, you haven’t been on a date in months, ever since Martin broke up with you, but he was a manipulative jerk anyway— Shinji realized the interrupter had started talking again, which snapped him back into reality and out of his wandering mind.

“Yeah. What flavor is your favorite. I mean, out of the forty-two, there has to be one you’d pick, right?”

“Oh. Yeah. Probably cookies ’n’ cream,” Shinji answered, feeling more than a bit confused. On an afterthought, he added, “You’ve counted all the flavors too?”

“Not a bad choice,” the boy said with a firm nod. “Although, I’m more into mint chocolate chip myself. And yes, I’ve counted them all. It’s an important part to being an ice cream expert. Keeping track of the available flavors at the nearest store.”

“Okaayyy.” Shinji’s tone betrayed his uncertainty concerning just how he should deal with this stranger. “Ice cream expert?”

“Yep, that would be me,” the boy replied matter-of-factly, as though the question was a pointless one. He strolled over to Shinji and extended his hand. “Kaworu Akagi, ice cream expert, at your service.”

Shinji shook the offered hand, deciding he should be polite, despite the fact that his perplexity had not been substantially diminished in any way. This guy is . . . interesting, to say the least. As their hands met, Shinji was struck by the strange, but intense, sense that this wasn’t his first time meeting Kaworu.

“Shinji Ikari.” Against his better judgement, he decided to follow his introduction with, “Have we met before?”

Retracting his hand, Kaworu pursed his lips, ostensibly mulling over the question in his mind. After a few moments, he shook his head. “I don’t think so. At least, not that I can recall. I just got into town a few days ago. Why do you ask?”

Shinji shrugged, trying to play off his earlier question. “Oh, I think you just reminded me of someone I used to know.”

Kaworu nodded, seeming to accept this answer. “Ah, that makes sense. So, have you come to a conclusion, or would you like a second opinion?”

Shinji raised an eyebrow. “About the ice cream, you mean?”

“Indeed. That is the topic on the floor, as they say,” Kaworu responded nonchalantly.

Shinji blinked. “Who says?”

“Why, they do of course.”

“Oh. Umm, alright.” Shinji looked back through the window, surveying his options once more. A obvious choice didn’t present itself. “Well . . . I suppose a second opinion probably wouldn’t hurt.”

“Great,” Kaworu stated, his tone even and pleasant. “Any occasion in particular you’re buying for?”

Shinji shook his head. “Nope, not really. Just . . .” he hesitated, uncertain how much he wanted to tell someone who was still basically a stranger to him. “Just a bad day,” was what he ended up deciding on.

Kaworu pretended to stroke nonexistent hairs on his chin, nodding slowly as did so, in an amusing imitation of the stereotypical philosopher. “Hmm . . . ice cream for a bad day, you say?”

“Uh. Yeah. I guess so.”

“I’d have to recommend Cherry Chip for that. It’s a guaranteed mood improver from my experience. It is nearly impossible to feel down while you’re eating Cherry Chip ice cream.”

“Really?” Shinji’s ice wandered down the display, finally locating the flavor in question. Fortunately, they had it in pint size, which meant that the option was on the table. He couldn’t think of any reason not to go for it. As far as he knew, Rei liked Cherry Chip. At least, he thought she did. He wasn’t entirely sure that he’d ever seen her eat it. For that matter, he wasn’t entirely sure that he’d ever eaten it himself. Which means it might be pretty good, and I just don’t know it yet. You never know. “Really. Trust me, I’ve tested its potency. It won’t let you down.”

“Alright. Why not?” Shinji opened the door and grabbed a pint of Cherry Chip. He examined the container in his hands for a few seconds, before looking back up at Kaworu, who now seemed to be smiling in encouragement, which had the effect of making him look even cuter than before. Come on Shinji, don’t get distracted! Sure, he might be attractive, but he’s also a self-proclaimed ice cream expert. . . not sure whether that’s a good or a bad thing yet, to be honest.

“That’ll do the job,” Kaworu remarked, in a straightforward tone that made it sound as though he was utterly confident in the truth of his words.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Shinji furrowed his brow as another question popped into his mind. “Hey .. . you said you just got into town a few days ago. How is it that you already know all the different flavors they have here?”

“It was one of the first things I scoped out after we got into town. Always important to know what kind of ice cream game you’re going to be dealing with. Plus, I had plenty of free time once we finished unpacking, considering I won’t be in school up here until the fall.”

“Ah, okay. That makes sense.” Almost on a whim, Shinji was tempted to ask Kaworu where he had moved from, but decided that could come across as prying a little too much, since Kaworu hadn’t offered that information. As it was, Kaworu gave a partial answer to the question without Shinji even verbalizing it.

“School down south ends earlier. Though, to be fair, it also starts earlier there as well. We left a couple days after my semester ended. Which means I currently have relatively few obligations, other than locating and obtaining a job for the summer.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Shinji still wasn’t exactly sure how to respond, but he decided to field a question of his own. He figured it could come across as a polite inquiry, rather than being nosy, taking into account what Kaworu had just revealed. “So, what brought you up north?”

“My mother got transferred out to the base,” Kaworu returned offhandedly.

Shinji tilted his head in response to this answer, the gears in his brain turning. Well, that’s interesting. He almost wanted to make some sort of follow-up remark expressing their similarity in that regard, but he decided that might be a bit too much to say for the moment. Instead, he merely offered a casually, “I gotcha.” He continued with an amiable, “Well, welcome to Asherdale,” along with a more ironic, “It’s halfway decent, once you get used to it.”

Kaworu’s face broken into a grin at the humor, an expression that Shinji couldn’t help but feel made him look all the more attractive. Oops, getting distracted again. . . don’t do that . . . too much.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Kaworu said warmly.

“No problem.” The thought suddenly entering his mind, Shinji shot a momentary glance down at his phone. Hmm, what time is it? The answer was 7:37. 7:37?! I’ve been talking for eight minutes?! That felt like four or five at the most. I have to bail, now, if I’m going to make it home in time to get cooking.

He looked back up at Kaworu, who was still watching him, his gaze soft, the smile still on his face, his head tilted to the side. Shinji had the strange feeling that if it had been anyone else, the observational pose the boy had struck would have looked unusual, to say the least, but somehow, on Kaworu, it didn’t look half bad. It gives him a kind of elegant aesthetic . . . okay, where did I come up with that? I definitely need to head out.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry to leave so quick, but I need to get going.” Shinji cringed a little internally, hearing the awkward tone in his voice. You could have said that in a way that didn’t basically announced the fact that it made you flustered. Great going.

“Understandable. You wouldn’t want that ice cream to melt before you get the chance to test out its powers.”

“Haha, yeah, you know it.”

Kaworu nodded, imply that yes, he did indeed know it. “Why don’t I give you my number?” He remarked. “That way, you’ll have someone on hand for any future ice cream dilemmas.”

“Ahhh . . .” Okay, that was actually kind of smooth, in an odd way. And . . . it’s not like it could really hurt anything. I mean, he didn’t even ask for my number. Which means he’s not even necessarily flirting with me. It’d probably be a bit of stretch to say he is. After all, if I have his number, and he doesn’t have mine, that means I can choose whether I want to text him or not, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Which isn’t really a good way to flirt with somebody. I think I’m stalling again here . . .”

Shinji noticed Kaworu was watching him again, waiting for a response. “Sure. Sounds like a good plan.” He pulled out his phone and hastily created a new contact, before offering it to Kaworu. “Here, you can put it in.”

Kaworu nodded, his smile remaining intact, and typed in the digits, before handing it back to Shinji. “It was nice to meet you, Shinji Ikari,” he commented affably.

“You can just call me Shinji,” Shinji quickly responded.

“Alright then. It was nice to meet you Shinji.”

“You too . . .” Should I use first and last name like he did the first time? Or just go with first name. I don’t want to offend him, if that’s the sort of thing that’s important to him. After all, he does seem a bit, umm, particular.

“You can just call me Kaworu,” the boy suggested, his smile widening.

“It was nice to meet you Kaworu,” he finished lamely. “Guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yes, maybe so.”

Shinji nodded again, spun on his heels, and promptly made for the registers. Well, that went excellently. You meet a boy who’s kind of cute, even if he is a little eccentric, and straight off the bat, you’re second guessing yourself and fumbling for words. Fantastic.

Shinji shot a brief glance back as he reached the end of the aisle, to see that Kaworu was now retrieving an ice cream carton of his own from the merchandise freezer. Shinji turned away again before the boy could look back in his direction. Don’t want him to think I’m staring at him or something.

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Shinji collapsed back onto his bed with a satisfied sigh. He was glad to have finally reach it, after the nigh-interminable day. Well, maybe not quite interminable. But definitely overlong. Without much thought, he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and spun in about in his hands a couple times, feeling the sensation of the textured case against his skin.

Dinner had been a success, such as it could be, anyway. He had impressed himself with just how fast he managed to throw things together when he went into slight (well, maybe more than slight) panic mode.

The ice cream had been a success as well. He had to admit, Cherry Chip was a pretty good flavor. He still wasn’t sure whether he had tried it before or not, but he was glad he had definitively tried it now. Rei had also enjoyed it, which was an added plus. In fact, their mother had even had a bowl, something altogether unexpected. Apparently, Cherry Chip ice cream was one of the sweets she would indulge in. Didn’t see that coming. All in all, the majority of the pint was no more.

Powering on his phone, Shinji was faced with another choice for the evening. Unlike his earlier ice cream deliberation, however, this cerebration was of a cursory duration. After a few seconds, he had composed the text, and was hovering over the send button. Alright. Let’s do this. He tapped the icon.

Shinji I.: Thanks for the recommendation. It was a good choice! Lol. This is Shinji, btw.

The response to his message came swiftly. Wow, he must type fast.

Kaworu A.: Happy to be of service. I’m glad it worked out.

Shinji found a smile edging its way across his lips. Maybe, in spite of everything, today wasn’t such a bad day after all.

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+mydecember+ Twilight ver. 13

( 10:50 PM ) Math-class doodle of Rukura (Raphael), airbrushed. Came out nicely. ^.^ ( 10:07 PM ) John's suggestion for a feel-good song that Mr. Rozario (school principal) should play over the PA system in the morning? Children of the Damned by Iron Maiden.... how I agree! ^____^

We're sick, sick people. Can you tell we're related??

song of the moment: "Genocide" by the Offspring. I really gotta get some of the Offspring cds... I want Smash, Americana, and Conspiracy of One.... *sulks*

( 9:57 PM ) Ribby-chan... s'all being taken care of. Mike and Matt be lookin' after me closely, and if Dan does anything else, he's in for some serious trouble. *heh* Mike or Matt my soulmate? Dooood, Mike's a pal, and Matt's like my older brother (he's actually my most recent ex-boyfriend in a way). Thanks for the concern, tho! And don't worry... I beat Dan up nice. If I have my way, he'll be singing soprano come next week.

*heehee* I think I've FOUND my soulmate, anyhoo. *pointed look at someone who's screen name rhymes with punkin' pie* *heartheart* ^__^

( 9:49 PM ) *runs around screaming fangirlishly* YUMMY! YUMMY! I GOT A CUTE, SCAAAAAAARY DOOD FOR THIS TEST!!!

Ideal anime guy test...

# 1 Zagato from Magic Knight Rayearth # 2 Ashitare from Fushigi Yuugi # 3 Chichiri from Fushigi Yuugi # 4 Hotohori from Fushigi Yuugi # 5 Kiryuu Touga from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 6 Taikoubou from Senkaiden Houshin Engi # 7 Hayama Akito from Kodomo no Omocha # 8 Kyoichi Saionji from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 9 Morisato Keichi from Ah! My Goddess # 10 Nakago from Fushigi Yuugi # 11 Ohtori Akio from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 12 Ryohji Kaji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 13 Eagle Vision from Magic Knight Rayearth # 14 Gabriev Gourry from The Slayers # 15 Ikari Gendo from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 16 Nagoya Chiaki from Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne # 17 Chiriko from Fushigi Yuugi # 18 Li Shaolan from Cardcaptor Sakura # 19 Tsukishiro Yukito / Yue from Cardcaptor Sakura # 20 Eriol Hiigarizawa / Clow from Cardcaptor Sakura # 21 Ikari Shinji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 22 Kinomoto Touya from Cardcaptor Sakura # 23 Shiirou Kamui from X (X/1999) # 24 Tamahome from Fushigi Yuugi # 25 Monou Fuuma from X (X/1999)

( 9:46 PM ) Ideal anime girl test... how'd they know that I adore Skuld, Ami-chan, and Misato? o.O

# 1 Skuld (Oh my Goddess) # 2 Amy (Sailormoon) # 3 Misato (Eva) # 4 Belldandy (Oh my Goddess) # 5 Kari (Digimon) # 6 Rei (Eva) # 7 Lita (Sailormoon) # 8 Mina (Sailormoon) # 9 Fuu (MK Rayearth) # 10 Serena (Sailormoon) # 11 Hikaru (MK Rayearth) # 12 Sora (Digimon) # 13 Bulma (Dragon Ball) # 14 Mimi (Digimon) # 15 Misty (Pokemon) # 16 Rei (Sailormoon) # 17 Umi (MK Rayearth) # 18 Videl (Dragon Ball) # 19 Asuka (Eva) # 20 Urd (Oh my Goddess)

( 9:44 PM ) Slayers kyara test... now THESE results are good.

# 1 Gaav the Demon Dragon King # 2 Beastmaster Zelas # 3 Luna Inverse # 4 Valgaav (Vally-girl! ^_^) # 5 Xelloss Metallium # 6 Zelgadiss Greywords # 7 Gourry Gabriev # 8 Lina Inverse # 9 Rezo the Red Priest # 10 Filia Ul Copt # 11 Martina Whatever-Her-Last-Name-Is # 12 Amelia Wil Tesra Seyruun # 13 Naga (Wil Tesra Seyruun? I think so) # 14 Kopii Rezo # 15 Prince Phil

( 9:41 PM ) Sailor Moon test results... scary. O_O

# 1 Nehelenia # 2 Setsuna/Sailor Pluto # 3 Artemis # 4 Galaxia # 5 Haruka/Sailor Uranus # 6 Taiki/Sailor Star Maker # 7 Hotaru/Sailor Saturn # 8 Michiru/Sailor Neptune # 9 Minako/Sailor Venus # 10 Rei/Sailor Mars # 11 Yaten/Sailor Star Healer # 12 Luna # 13 Makoto/Sailor Jupiter # 14 Princess Kakyuu # 15 Ami/Sailor Mercury # 16 Chibiusa/Sailor Chibi Moon # 17 Seiya/Sailor Star Fighter # 18 Mamoru/Tuxedo Kamen # 19 Usagi/Sailor Moon # 20 Chibi-Chibi/Sailor Chibi Chibi Moon

( 9:39 PM ) Pokemon test...

# 1 Satoshi/Ash # 2 Shigeru/Gary # 3 Nyarth/Meowth # 4 Kasumi/Misty # 5 Pikachu # 6 Takeshi/Brock # 7 Kojiro/James # 8 Musashi/Jessie

I'm Ash and Gary... isn't that damn close to weird?

( 9:37 PM ) *laughing again* CHECK IT OUT!!

CCS Kyara test results:

# 1 Kero-chan # 2 Syaoran Li # 3 Touya Kinomoto # 4 Tomoyo Daidouji # 5 Eriol Hiiragizawa # 6 Sakura Kinomoto # 7 Yukito Tsukishiro

I'm Kero-chan!

( 9:35 PM ) EEEEEEH!!! O_O; For the X/1999 test... I'm Satsuki! O_o

# 1 Yatouji Satsuki - dragon of earth # 2 Kuzuki Kakyou - dragon of earth # 3 Sumeragi Subaru - dragon of heaven # 4 Monou Fuuma - dragon of earth # 5 Nataku - dragon of earth # 6 Shirou Kamui - dragon of heaven # 7 Kishuu Arashi - dragon of heaven # 8 Shiyuu Kusanagi - dragon of earth # 9 Kigai Yuuto - dragon of earth # 10 Sakurazuka Seishirou - dragon of earth # 11 Aoki Seiichirou - dragon of heaven # 12 Arisugawa Sorata - dragon of heaven # 13 Kasumi Karen - dragon of heaven # 14 Nekoi Yuzuriha - dragon of heaven

( 9:32 PM ) *laughing like a total idiot* CHECK THIS OUT! HOW FUNNY!!! I find that the results for my taking the Eva kyara personality test are very well done!

# 1 Asuka Langley Sohryu # 2 Gendou Ikari # 3 Ryouji Kaji # 4 Misato Katsuragi # 5 Touji Suzuhara # 6 Kaworu Nagisa # 7 Kouzou Fuyutsuki # 8 Ritsuko Akagi # 9 Aoba Shigeru # 10 Makoto Hyuuga # 11 Shinji Ikari # 12 Maya Ibuki # 13 Hikari Horaki # 14 Rei Ayanami # 15 Pen-Pen

( 5:56 PM ) Speller!!! You owe me Mickey ears, and I want Lance's underwear!! AND FEEL MY WRATH!! *wraths Speller* MWAHAHAHAHA! JOYCE IS DEAD! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! ( 7:36 AM ) Morning Blog!

Nah-nah-nah! Riot Ink business caaaards! *heehee*

I'm okay, really.

I am headachey!!! As Amy would say... my head is doing the achey brakey dance of PAIN. So, I imagine I will get nothing done in class. Ms. Fotinos is gonna kill me for skipping anyway... *sighs*

Querida! I shall continue my efforts to make dad buckle!!

Meagen-san.... really, I know what you mean. Technically, I can draw, but I kinda lack depth in my art (from what I can see). There are very few pictures that turn out with the emotion or realism I want them to come out with..... and funny enough, that kyara that I tend to make look how I want is good ol' Lucas.

Lucas: What can I say? I'm perfect. *mutters* Yeah, right...

And yes, you're getting fanart. Now if only I can manage to scan it....

Meg's Art Corner! Raphael-chan, or as I refer to him in RPs, Lian's Rukura. This is a fine example of what I draw in math class on scrap paper. And querida? It's not THAT good. ^##^;;;;

That's all from me!

Over an' out!

( 10:48 PM ) Of course my idea is good, querida! I'm so smart after all! *tosses away IQ test scores that say only 142* Lucas with blue hair.... streaked with green!!!!!! Yeeaaah, baby! ( 3:23 PM ) Warning, incoming rant!

STUPID! GODDAMN FLIPPIN' STUPID!! What a GOOD way to get yourself killed! Doing f*cking drugs! STUPID STUPID!!! Goddamn it! I mean, pot, okay that's bad. Bad and STUPID. But 'shrooms?!! HOT DAMN IS THAT STUPID!! And not only that, getting yourself into a situation where you get thrown out of your mom's house?! F*cking stupid! *fumes*

(note: never mind, needed to vent.... friend issues)

( 2:00 PM ) At home and skipping civics class.... *whistles and rocks back on her heels* 9.9

You know what's scary? It's scary when a dood whom you eat lunch with even jokes about wanting to rape you. That's scary. Even scarier is when he pins you against the wall and you have to fight him off, and when he comes back, your best (guy) friends beat the living sh*t out of him. Not quite sure what to make of this.... big super duper hugs and thank yous to Mike and Matt, my new bodyguards. Dan, touch me again, and they'll kill you for sure. I'll see to it. *sweet smile*

( 7:32 AM ) Morning blog!

Querida: Yep, the Mark plot is similar to our dj idea... except a bit more profound. *heh* And seriously, tho, a good plot would be something to the effect of Mark goes baaaad-niichan and tries to end the world, and you gots to stop him. There's a plot. Hooray for plots! Cam's efforts on trying to get Mark to put some sort of value on his own body should start working someday. I mean, HOW many times has Cam explained it? Not to mention, Mark has a nice idea of how Cam thinks now that he's been inside his mind. Mark-niichan's a slut.... but I love him anyway!

Cam: *pounds the living daylights out of Meg for calling Mark such a thing*

*heeheehee* Animal comparisons! *heehee* I gotta try that! Rukura = gecko Poya = otter Yuken = viper Lucifer = duck Michael = horse Zachariah = pot-bellied pig (personality wise) Gabriel = peacock Kanson = crocodile (someone patch in a call to australia, let's get the Crocodile Hunter in here, please... *crosses fingers*)

Meagen-san: I'm working on a fanart for you of SailorM. I shall prolly CG it tonight or tomorrow, okie?

School blows! I don't wanna go to school! WAH!

over and out.

( 6:35 PM ) For fun, and just to annoy him... Rukura's stats!

Name: Raphael Harrison Nickname: Rukura Age: 17 Date of Birth: February 28th Hair: purple Eyes: green Height: 6'4 Occupation: student Descent: Angel Family: human family includes Jacob [father, deceased] and Mary-Anne [mother, deceased]. Original family includes Kanson [father], Europa [mother, deceased], and Uriel {Yuken} [half-brother] Friends: Lucifer, Pandora {Poya}, Michael, Zachariah Current Residence: Atlanta, Georgia Likes: music, reading, daydreaming, being anti-social Dislikes: homework, unwanted attention, medication, and fighting Skills: singing, getting weirdly good grades Setbacks: has a rather serious heart condition, which despite medication and various attempts, is damn near impossible to treat, suicidal, and generally miserable Notes: reincarnation of the Messiah. Human mother died in childbirth, human father committed suicide a few months later. Is considered a "problem child", as he usually gets into fights at school. Been shifted around to foster homes all his life, never staying in one particular home longer than 1 1/2 years. Most recent foster family died in a car crash, leaving him the only living "relative" to claim his foster father's fortune. Lives alone.

( 6:24 PM ) Chris-kun: Dood, a meant the person playing as being Mark... ^__^;;

Meg-chan's on net restrictions, lalalalala... she's gonna get in trouble if she gets caught on the internet, lalalalala... she's rewriting stats for LotM, lalalalala.... she's TOO attached to Raphael-chan, lalala--

Rukura: *belts Meg in the head* Don't call me that! Meg: It's your legal name, isn't it? I like it better 'an Rukura...

Dan wants me to hit him. In the eeeeeew kinda way. Do I really come across as that much of a dom? @_@

( 7:16 AM ) Morning blog!

This is bound to be a short enrty, as mom is home. Sooo...

I had a really funky dream last night, but I don't remember it. All I remember is waking up a lot, upset, and trying to recall where I was. Bennett was curled up to me most of the night (good spiritie dood ^_^), but I don't think it helped much.... ah, well, it's the thought that counts.

Yesterday, I blew $44 on prismacolor pens. I got the box set of cool greys, plus a replacement 60% warm grey as mine is running out. That's me broke for another month now.

BMB is cuuuuuute today. *giggles* I want my verra' own Mik! I *heartheart* Mik! Rach, you better get me a Mik for my birthday! Or else!

I can't draw worth beans lately. *cries*

to Chris-kun: Thanks for the comment on the layout... and maybe now I'll bug querida to do an AH game (I honestly didn't think about that @_@).

*ponders* Yeah, you could go arouns as Mark in the game, and you could sleep with every second person you run into---

Cam: SHUT UP! *thwacks Meg* Meg: Hey, it's not my fault that your hubby is a total sl--- Cam: *throws a table at Meg* Meg: Itaaaai. X_X

Otaaay, enough out of me. Over and out.

( 11:44 PM ) Hal is GOD... lalalala! Hal is thy holy master! ( 11:27 PM ) Purple is a nice colour! It's the colour of hentai. ^__^; ( 12:30 AM ) BEHOLD THE NEW LAYOUT!!!

....very purple, isn't it?

( 3:58 PM ) This close >< to shooting myself... ( 3:56 PM ) I WILL get this to work.... I swear I will. ( 3:53 PM ) HTML is annoying. Background image, where are you? ( 3:50 PM ) Let's hope for the background image now.... *crosses fingers* ( 3:45 PM ) Playing with the layout... ( 3:25 PM ) This is the temp layout, as I'm altering this puppy to look how I want it to. New version should be up tonight. ( 2:43 PM ) Chris-kun: the Boa cd has two names. One is the japanese release, the other is for the international market. It's either called Race of the Thousand Camels or Twilight (like this here blog!). And the Limp Bizkit cd is called Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavoured Water. And Hannibal is a lot different than the Silence of the Lambs, isn't it? I liked it, but I stand by the fact that Jodie Foster made a much better Clarice Starling than Julianne Moore could ever hope to be.

Anyway.

My Bennett still isn't home... Dora, is he still with you? If not, you'd think he'd be home by now... *sighs*

Okay, time for me to book it outta' here for a bit afore dad calls and has a fit 'cause the line is busy.

( 8:05 PM ) Interlude...

Meg: Cain and Yuken! KAWAII!!!! Yuken: *giggles and twitches his neko-mimi, looking all innocent* Rukura: ICK! Who the HELL would touch HIM!? *points at Yuken* Meg: Well, you 'touched' him once... Rukura: NOT BY CHOICE, GODDAMMIT!! .... *sneezes* Yuken: *eyes Rukura venomously* Rukura: I'll be running off to Lian now... *heads for the hills as fast as his (verra' long) legs can carry him*

( 8:00 PM ) Querida, thank goodness it's not bronchitis. That's something I get a LOT, and it's not fun at all. And ten pounds? ALRIGHT! You GO, girlfriend!! *tackleglomps* You'll be okay.... I know so! ^.^

I got the "Play" cd (Moby), which came with the edit of South Side for free. Bonus, baby! ^_____^

( 7:24 AM ) Morning blog!

Well, I feel mighty stupid this morning. Yesterday, I kinda pulled a muscle in my left leg (riiight in my calf), but it stopped hurting. Woke up from a funky dream and got up to find it hurt. Now, being the idiot I am and not usually restricted by physical pain (hey, that's what ended up breaking my ankle), I went for a shower. Feeling headachey and cramped, I worked my way down the stairs, only to pull the same muscle again and fall about halfway down and land on the cat at the bottom. ^___^;;; <---- feels very dumb

*falls over* Meagen-san, you had me scared a minute there! If you had MEANT Mark, I would have had to call in paramedics and stuff to make sure you weren't doped up on anything!!!! @_@

List of kyara and colours this blog is gonna be themed on in order of layout updates: Cam/purple (this weekend, hopefully) Lucas/red (whenever) Mark/blue (whenever) Sybandial/pink (whenever) Jesse/green (whenever)

Each layout will have a background featuring the kyara, too! ^_^

I really need a life. Over and out!

( 9:51 PM ) Song lyrics... one of Cam's most recent themes! "Learn to Fly" by the Foo Fighters

Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right

Hook me up a new revolution Cuz this one is a lie We sat around laughing And watched the last one die

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of lying Make my way back home when I learn to fly

I'm done nursing the patience I can wait one night I'd give it all away if you'd give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you'd just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything's all right

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to

Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own

Looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to...

( 7:06 PM ) Tay, I've decided the theme for my next layout... good ol' Bennett and the colour purple. How... fitting. ^__^

Now if only I can get this stupid HTML editor thing to work... *binks it*

( 11:05 AM ) Morning blog (late again)!

WHOO HOO! I GOT INTO THE ADVANCED VISUAL ART STUDIO CLASS!!! BIG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ON MR. HALL!!!!

Yeaaah, I just went to first period class this morning and got my classes for next year reviewed. Then I came home because the muscles in my abdomen are spasming and it hurts like bugger all.

To all my blogging friends; I'm gonna change the layout of this blog in the next week (I have a LOT of links to add). I'm gonna theme it around an AH kyara, so lemme know who you think would be best, please. Just post your opinion in your blog, as I read most of them daily anyway. ^__^;

( 8:23 PM ) Yeah, I've neglected my duties as a blog-person lately... I have a life, you know. (Hey, the LEAST you can do is smile and nod! T_T)

Not much is happening, really. My civics class keeps getting cancelled, so I think I'll skip it tomorrow and come home early. What else to say...? Ummm, not much.

Song of the moment: "The Kids Aren't Alright" by the Offspring. I'm on a REAL Offspring kick right now... dunno why exactly. Maybe 'cause they just amuse me. ^_^;

Grammy awards. Bleeeek. *makes a face*

Amy, kids who don't like cheese are stupid! HA HA!

( 3:33 PM ) ...afternoon.... blog!

This morning I spent the whole time trying to get my scanner to work, so thus, no morning blog. But I've got some stuff say for a change!

Today, lunch period was spent bothering Dan for the most part. He really ticked me off yesterday, and I'm extracting my revenge. So, I was making him jealous by glomping Matt at every opportunity (Matt doesn't mind too much, and he's nice to hug 'cause he's always warm.... and no, Mike, he's not my boyfriend! JUST A FRIEND!! T_T). It was rather comical. Civics class was cancelled, since Ms. Fotinos was at the Raptor's game with the people who signed up to go... the half of my class that was at school for the last three periods of the day got transferred to a Grade 12 geography class, in which was SO awkward that the teacher took pity on us and sent us all home. Redoing Angel Hunter again. This time, on the right sized paper... I'm sticking with the page layouts, tho, as I think I've got the look I want.

And, for fun! Rukura's theme song lyrics!

Home by Depeche Mode

Here is a song from the wrong side of town Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound That pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage A cage or the heaviest cross ever made A guage of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong...

Feels like home I should have known From my first breath

God sent the only true friend I call mine Pretend that I'll make amends the next time Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here.

( 7:11 AM ) Morning Blog!

This song is tripping me out right now, but goddamn, do I love it! *grooves to "Home" by Depeche Mode* It's a really dramatic song... and it's sooooo making me think of Rukura. >_<;

It's very cold this morning. At least I think so, anyway, so I'm sitting here wearing the couch blanket as a cape. I feel like a doooork.

Meg's Art Corner (Freckle-chan, you copycat! T_T)

A special little picture; Lucas in his newest style of dress. Drool factor, out of 10? 12.

What else to say... ummm... Mom didn't leave me lunch money again. T_T;

Over and out!

( 2:12 PM ) Cam: EVERYONE RUN WHILE YOU CAN!!!! THE END IS NEAR!!!!!

....yep, for the first time in YEARS, I'm the proud owner of twp pairs of blue jeans. I've not worn blue jeans since I was about 5... and these ones fit niiiiice. I have hips and a waist.... @__@

Anyway, mom and I went to Sears and then to Curry's Art Supplies. I got my two pairs of jeans, two men's dress shirts (one white, one black), a new sketchbook, 4 new warm grey prismacolors, and a new 05 pigment pen. I am a happy Meg-chan!

Blue jeans that fit... *in shock*

( 9:09 PM ) I have officially started rewriting the Chronicles of Benjamin Carter! WHIHAI! Here's a bit of what I've written so far.

Frail. Benjamin was frail. He was about 5'4, fifteen years of age, and pale. He was small and slight in build; a boy and not yet a man. Right now, he looked more fragile than he really was... curled up under the blankets of his rather small bed, bruised and crying. It was a familiar scene.

Benjamin wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand in a vain attempt to push the tears away. However, it was pointless since more just spilled down his cheeks as if to spite him and his efforts to stop them. He hated crying. Hated it. But at times like this --- only at times like this--- he couldn't help himself. He was so tired of being forced into the clutches of rich men; predators that liked their pleasure taken out on the young boys who could be bought if the price was right. He was sick of the violation and the abuse. Most of all, he was sick of his father pushing him into it. His own father. He hiccupped in his efforts to restrain his tears.

Benjamin wanted more than anything to run away. Run away to another city, another country, anywhere but where he was. Just out of the clutches of the people who hurt him so much. But he was trapped like the birds his father kept in the iron cages that lined the back yard. He was a prisoner, shackled to the bars of his perpetual cage. Derkshaw would catch him if he ran. Derkshaw always caught him.

"Damn him to hell," Benjamin thought bitterly, though he regretted thinking it for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

There was a tap of boots in the hallway, and Benjamin closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and pretended to be asleep. The heavy, even steps stopped outside his door. The door squeaked as it opened slightly.

Benjamin tried to keep his breathing slow and deep, tried not to flinch. He felt Derkshaw's gaze on him. It burned.

'Go away, papa, go away....'

The door opened a bit more, and the tap of boots carried into the room.

It would be a good half hour before Derkshaw left, the blood on his hands and shirt not his own.

( 2:28 PM ) Man, am I grateful for mom. She just brought me the most wonderful little care packet of a bottle of ibuprofen and a Terry's Dark Chocolate Orange bar. *sniffles happily* Thank you, mommie!

Amy, Amy, Amy.... you have no idea how much stress is gone already. *heavy sigh* I can't thank you enough.

Spellleeeeeeerrrr, next weekend is go for coming over to my house to watch movies! You like freaky movies, I'll make you watch freaky ANIME movies! On the roster so far: Perfect Blue and X. Maybe I'll make a trip to Roger's Video and snag Devil Man or something. But I will get you hooked. I will. Your time will come (*sings* thy will be done!).

*laughing at BMB* Yeah, Mik, you dirty minded cutie! You think those nasty thoughts about Harley! *laughing*

Oiiii, Freckle-chan... you posted a nice list of couples you like. I think for fun, I'll do the same!

Cardcaptor Sakura Touya and Yukito - kawaii! KAWAII!!!! Sakura and Tomoyo - so sue me!

Oh My Goddess! Trobadour and Urd - they were cool! Too bad he's such a dork. Keiichi and Belldandy - well, DUH!

Magic Knight Rayearth Ascot and Umi - I'm a sucker for Ascot. What a little cutie! Clef and Presea - ditto that, 'cause Clef is so cute and so short!

Dragon Half Mink and Lufa - not likely, I know, but still.

Bakuretsu Hunter Tira and Carrot - feh on Chocolate. She's not half as cool as Tira. Marron and Gateau - I don' like Gateau too much, but Marron is so hot. *_*

Ranma 1/2 Ranma and Shampoo - not likely, either, but I think Mousse is too wussy for her. I've always been a Ranma/Shampoo 'shipper.

Shamanic Princess Kagetsu and Tiara - it's a sad relationship... Sarah and Tiara - um, don't ask.

Slayers Lina and Gourry - he's so funny around her... ^__^

Sailor Moon Usagi and anyone but Mamoru! T_T; Chibi Usagi and Pelulu [Perelu, Perele] - *heehee* Cute fae-ish boy with white hair!

Neon Genesis Evangelion Shinji and Asuka - I think she really does like him. She just doesn't know how to show it. Misato and Koji - funny funny! She's a player, tho.

RPing kyara [involving mine] Cam and Mark - for obvious reasons. Rukura, Lian, and Gabby - yes, a yaoi threesome. They're all so cute. Sola [Soren] and Sybandial - so innocent and sweet. ^_^ Jyrian and Quoik - I don't talk about these two much, but their relationship is really cute. Jesse and Rach - how can I not like this? He's cute, she's cute (haha, Rach!) Lucas and Lila - I liked this possibility... too bad she's dead and we won't find out what woulda' happened. Lucas and Carter - this is a slightly more demented relationship. Cadence and Lexiel - a more intellectual relationship... even if Lexiel is kinda big on sex for sick reasons. ^_^; Cadence3 and Cam - I'm a sick, sick girl. Lucifer and Setsuko - if we get Setsuko back, then we can resume this. They're cute too. ^_^

Other Stories Kiih and Ro (from Dora's "Three O'Clock") - I don't really know why... these two just kinda hit it off in my mind. Len and Yuri (see above) - ditto the above again.

Book Series Ron and Hermione - need I explain? Sirius and Remus - again, need I explain? Lestat and Louis (Anne Rice's VC books) - strange but yummy relationship Lestat and David - intellectual and alluring. Marius and Amadeo - Stokholm syndrome. Cal and Meg (A Wrinkle in Time) - KAWAII!

That's that done. ^__^;

( 10:41 PM ) Sap warning ahead!

I have the best best friends in the whole world! My best friends are Speller and Amy!

Speller, who I know I don't mention on here too much (I'm sorry! ;_;), is the smartest person I know. She's also one of the most talented writers, too. How many people can write a whole novel before/during high school? Aside from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, not many. And her poetry kicks ass! She has a lot of it published. She can also draw better realistic stuff than I can, which makes me mondo jealous. It's not fair, I tell you! And she must learn to watch out for Hannibal. Beware him. Speller likes pudding. And pears. Damn those pears.

Amy and I have been friends since 7th grade, when she was the "new kid". We actually first met in drama class. She ran over a possum on her way to work. Yeeeah! She, too, is an amazing writer. It's not FAIR! She came runner up in the story writing contest a while back. I was proud. And I SCREEEEEEAMED the loudest when she won the Todd Bayless award. I live to embarrass.... ^_~

I am grateful to have such good friends. I love them. This concludes the sap. ^___^;

( 9:04 PM ) Querida, you're cooler than Simon and Milo! (Personally, Milo's a tad too butch for my liking, but Simon is a cute little brit guy with the sweetest little sentiments!) ....anyway.... yes, you have a neck. I hope. ^_~

And to complete the phrase you know you have problems when...you obsess over a cartoon with no neck, no nose, and huge eyes!

( 7:29 AM ) Morning blog!

I watched Perfect Blue last night. It downright scared me! Seeing Hannibal didn't scare me, seeing the Rage; Carrie 2 didn't scare me.... but Perfect Blue DID. The "real Mima" (the one who's forever in the Cham costume) is SCARY!!! And the Mimaniac is pretty scary too. o_O Iffen you haven't seen this movie, get it. Especially if you like stuff like Neon Genesis Evangelion, X, or Serial Experiments Lain. I warn you, there's nudity, a rape scene, and a lot of gore. This movie freaked me out more than Eva did.

In other news... going to the art store tomorrow!!! And, I'm also skipping 5th period today. Maybe even 3rd, 'cause I'm stuck doing NOTHING all class anyway. -_-;

Hopefully they have the 10x15 paper I want... 'cause, you know, that being the traditional dimensions for comic drawing. Y'all knew that, right? *gives you a loooooook*

And I best be off to get ready... JA!

( 7:02 PM ) Blogger hates me.

OH! OH! EVERYONE GO READ TODAY'S BMB!!! CY AND SKIDS FOREVERRRRR!!!!

I'm having a hell of a lucky streak this week. Today, in the mail, I got an AUTOGRAPHED Simon and Milo picture, FRAMED!!! *swoons*

And I got Perfect Blue!!!!

( 5:14 PM ) Gonna go see Hannibal with Mike and Chris in about half an hour! ^__^ ( 7:21 AM ) Morning Blog!

Last night, began a really angsty RP with Cam and Mark (well, it was angsty on Cam's end). Now, I only just realized that I think up really weird stuff that follow pretty much all the major time/space/reality laws. And all on a whim and at random. It's strange. You know you study this stuff too much when.... Yep, it's not every day when I come up with plots like that puppy. Using the imprints left in the reality weave to reconstruct a Mark.... that's some strange stuff (but it actually makes sense, which is what throws me). Huh.

I feel guilty... I got mad at Amy last night. She was being a little more depressing than usual, and I just couldn't stand it. I'm sick and stressed and I don't need to boost her ego all the time.

I've had this urge for the past couple of days to draw Cam shaking Lucas by the shoulders and looking very upset while Lucas looks blank. I don't really know why.... the caption for it has been running through my head, as it is this: "What am I to you?!" Trippiness.

Well, being the idiot I am, I didn't do my civics homework. My group is gonna love me for that.... then again, they're sticking me with the job of reading the presentation on Spain because I'm the only one that knows how to speak some Spanish. *sweatdrops*

I'm having urges to draw the weirdest things.... I hate it when Cam angsts at me from his little spot in my mind.

Meg's Art Corner A really weird little picture of c3 and a Chibi Cam. C3 is drawn more in my gothic anime style than my normal one. Turned out quite well! ^_^

Over and out!

( 7:16 PM ) Neeee, imouto! If you're not gonna be doing Yunga Neko for a while, you should get a guest artist to do, like, weekly panels just until you can work on it again. *volunteers* ( 7:14 AM ) Morning blog time again, kids!

I'm feeling okay this morning, so school for me. *sigh* School is so boring. Lunch is okay, mind you, because I have (as Speller said) "so many male bitches that work" for me. ^__^

I've been doing a lot of drawing since I got those pens. It's scary... can't wait to get more! ^__^ I also gotta get me some 10 X 15 paper, 'cause that's the standard comic size. I don't feel up to fighting with printers because the size ratio on 8.5 X 11 is uneven. Screw it. I'll just redo it all on standards.

I'm having the straaangest breakfast. Pork chops. Don't ask me, it was the only thing I could find...

Song of the moment: "Cruel Angel's Thesis (Harmonia Remix)" from Evangelion. *slobbers* I forgot what a COOL remix this is!!!

Meg's Art Corner Ben Carter, looking cute and vaguely distant! (Hey, he's a Blink fan, too!) Mark makes a scarilly cute girl. o_O Appearently, so does Lucas. Onna-Cam makes me think of Rally from Gunsmith Cats for some reason.... How cliché.

Over and out!

( 5:30 PM ) Nah nah naaaah! Meg has Sympatico access!!

Anyway, Meg also got herself some niiiiice grey prismacolor pens yesterday! Meg drew some pretty pretty pictures with them, too! Meg is happy, so she is!

Meg's Art Corner With her new prismacolors in hand, Meg is proud to present her latest creations! Angelique, the evil evil bitchy whore of a Demon from AH. She's pretty, tho. ^_^; "Legacy of the Messiah" cast shot; Rukura, Lucifer, and Pandora as kids! Carter and Lucas, a strange relationship these doods have. Carter looks somewhat like Cam, doesn't he? Quoik, Meg's only fae kyara!!

( 2:25 PM ) Tiredtiredtiredtired....

At the Office Place, they have a set of 24 prismacolor markers for about 40 bucks. I WANT THEM, but mom says "no, I don't have that kind of money right now". So, what we're gonna do, is I'm gonna drag her to Curry's Art Supplies store in a few hours and see how much THEY'RE selling them for.... maybe she'll buckle and take me back to the Office Place. ^_~

I need grey markers...

...oh, note to all who talk to me at night online. I won't be on until really late 'cause the network will be down. Unless mom hooks us up with Sympatico tonight, I'll be on around 2am. *sniffles* I'm gonna be without my querida fix! *snifflesniffle*

( 8:34 PM ) Lack of bloggingness today, as you all may have noticed. Dunno why, I was home again....

song of the moment: "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I *heart* Flea.... what an AMAZING bass player. Too bad this song doesn't showcase him much. If you want good bass by the dood tho, "Californication" is an order.

*cheers* The restrictions to see Hannibal have been changed from R to AA! In other words, I can get in to see it! Heeey, Dan, Amy, Speller, anyone? Wanna come with? I warn y'all, tho, it's been said that this movie is grotesquely violent.

Tomorrow is gonna be a very busy day. I'm going into town with my mom and brother for most of the day, then it's home for a few hours (like, two), and to the mall where I shall meet with Quinn-chan and Chris to go for our ritual Riot Ink business meeting. Then I shall return from the depths of Quinn's anime/transformers shrine of a home and return to my humble lair around midnight. Then I'll prolly talk to my baaaaybeeeeee (aka: querida) for the remainder of the dark hours of the evening.

Oh! Celeb Jeopardy! Two of my faaaaavourite doods were on there! Seth Green from various shows such as Buffy, and Steven from the Barenaked Ladies! DOOD! And Seth has his hair buzzed in sooooo damn short that he looks bald. 0_o

Kick ass! 3 Doors Down are playing at the Warehouse on March 11, and tickets are only $27... man, I wanna GOOOOO!!!

( 12:37 PM ) For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know Suffered wounds test there their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die It is the last time you will Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery He hears the silence so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

( 12:17 PM ) Okay, today's guest BMB is quite good. ^__^

*points out the window* Heehee, a mini-plow!! *giggles*

song of the moment: "Sunny Came Home" by Shawn Colvin (so sue me, I like this song... ).

( 12:08 PM ) Why is it on days that it's not supposed to snow, it snows the most? We've gotten about 13 cm since last night and it's still coming down... -_-;

song of the moment: "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica. Heeheehee....makes me think of AH. I shall post the lyrics on here later.

( 7:42 AM ) The Wheel of Excitement on Neopets loves me... I just won another 10 000 np. O_O ( 7:35 AM ) Morning blog!

Here I am, killing time while I wait for either mom to call me or for me to call mom. Stupid morons in Wal-Mart, you call the main office and ask to be patched through to Electronics, and they put you on hold and hang up on you. Figures, it was mom's boss that just did that to me. Moron.

I got slim to no sleep last night due to sickness. Man, do I hurt... I feel like my guts are being put into a dryer's spin cycle constantly. And after drinking 3 L of cranberry juice, I'm not too good right now. I'm kinda waiting for mom to call so I can ask her what to do... I dunno if I should stay home or go to school. I bet I'm missing a fair bit. Well, there's always Fiona and Harpreet to ask. ^_^;;

I bet Dan's gonna kill me if I'm off another day. Mike's prolly beaten him up a few times by now without me there.

*drums her fingers* Mom, I asked you to phone me... you've got 10 minutes, and then I phone YOU....and hope I don't get hung up on...

Oh! BmB's on it's guest week. Y'know, with guest artists doing the panels. I'm not liking it too much. Yesterday's was a tad too blunt, with not enough joke 'ahind it. Maybe next time, I'll try for a guest spot on there. I'd be sure to do something involving Cy and Skids. I love Cy and Skids. ^__^

I'm running very low on straight kyara. Querida manages to turn them all gay! *shakes her head* Bennett, Lucas, Rukura, Sy.... who next? *turns to Tiirak* Dood, you're not gay are you? Tiirak: No way. Meg: You sure?? Tiirak: Yes, I'm sure. Meg: *looks suspicious*

Mommie bought me the Silence of the Lambs yesterday. It's such a good movie, and all the better if you've read the book. The casting for the movie is very good, too... Jodie Foster makes such a cute Clarice Starling. It really pisses me off that Julianne Moore is playing Clarice in Hannibal (which comes out tomorrow, check your local listings ^_~). She is SO not Starling material. But as long as Sir Anthony Hopkins is still good ol' Hannibal Lecter the Cannibal, I'll watch it.

*calls Mom* Wow, I got through....!!! Maybe that's because I cheated and used the associates-only code. How would I know THAT? 9.9

Looks like I get to stay home again today... *feh* Boredom and a half. Amy, if you're home, feel free to phone me or something.

Over and out!

( 10:50 PM ) Yeeeeeeeee! Querida can read my mind and alter my dreamstate!!!!

No one should have to drink 2 litres of cranberry juice in 5 hours. x_X

( 9:21 AM ) Morning blog!

I'm home sick! And it's only the 4th day of semester 2. Seems that whatever the hell was wrong with me before is wrong with me again... pain hurts, you know. T_T;

I've not much to say today... doesn't that suck when you wanna say something but you're outta' stuff to say?

OH!!! GOOD NEWS! AH Issue one is officially coming along WELL! Looks like I won't have to go to version 16... ^___^

( 9:32 PM ) Rukura and Lian... I got bored and messed around with PC Paintbrush... ( 6:41 PM ) *looking from her cat CC to her mug of hot chocolate* CC is staring at the marshmellows like they're evil..... *inches away* ( 6:29 PM ) The Angel Hunter church stainglass window...? ( 4:00 PM ) Okay, I know.... I didn't blog this morning. I was running mighty late. I had to hop fences to get to school. ^_^;;;

What did I do today? Not much. I got yelled at three times and nearly booted out of my history class (why? for drawing! >.<;;), and I nearly fell asleep in comm tech. Thankfully, Mr. Dewitte let us out early.

The layouts for pages 1-4 of AH have been redone. This is version 15... and I'm LIKING it! FINALLY!

Heeey, imouto! Mercutio was the best kyara in that play. I also liked Benvolio, he was cool too (my once-best-friend Brittany took to calling me 'Volio 'cause I liked him so much). Mercutio, tho, had one hell of an attitude, and he was interesting and VERY funny. Too bad he had to die... I'm glad you liked the little snippet. Allow me to post another, just for you! ^__^ This is another bit I quite like.

Benjamin found it facinating to watch him, he was so calm and so... well, he was the very picture of freedom as far as he was concerned. Yes, that was it. Benjamin admired Lokistrant's blasé attitude towards life. Envy, almost.

When one night, Lokistrant was late on his ritual visits to the plantation, Benjamin worried. Could he have been hurt?.... no. This was Lokistrant. He didn't GET hurt. But maybe he just didn't want to see him anymore?

Abandonment. A reoccurring issue. His throat felt dry suddenly. He curled up on his bed, blond hair over his eyes, and wished for morning, when he KNEW that Lokistrant would not come. No second guessing when daylight was involved.

Minutes passed. And quite unexpectedly, Lokistrant was there, startling the boy. Leaning against the far wall, watching quietly, decked out in his usual dark reds and silvers. Benjamin sat up. "How long have you been there? You scared me!"

Lokistrant smiled his usual enigmatic smile, the impression of fangs something no longer unexpected. "Carter, deepest apologies for being so late." The smile was kind, but the voice was final, the tone stating that there was to be no questions asked. Lokistrant held out his hand to the boy. "Care to come with me into town for a while?"

( 7:45 AM ) Morning Blog, part II

Oh! I saw Cast Away over the weekend! It's SO good! Tom Hanks is a surprisingly good actor... I mean, who else can get away with talking to a volleyball so convincingly? And we all know that Amy likes to imagine him naked (Tom, not the volleyball). You should all go see it! NOW!!!! That's an order!

Heehee, now a little quote for fun from a story I am going to re-write.

Benjamin stared across the table at the stranger, worried. The man seemed in his twenties, if that, and had long brown hair that spilled over his shoulders and down his back. His eyes were an unnatural ruby red, and they were very intelligent eyes. Benjamin had learned early in life to be cautious, especially with the smarter ones.

The man crossed his hands on the table in front of him, casual. "Benjamin Carter, correct?"

Benjamin could dect a vague, though unrecognizable, accent. "Yes sir."

"You're fifteen?"

"Yes sir."

"Such a shame to see someone so young forced into... what you're familiar with."

Benjamin sunk down in his chair. "Why are you here? Why did you pull me away from papa?"

To match Benjamin's withdraw from the table, the man leaned forward, and smiled. Benjamin could have sworn he saw fangs. "You remind me of someone."

( 7:22 AM ) Morning blog!

Man, do I feel WEIRD this morning. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I just feel weird. I dunno. I think a certain spiritie dood slept in my bed with me last night.... *points at Bennett* 'Cause I actually slept.

Last night, during a particularly good RP, my ISP died and wouldn't let me back on. I wasn't happy. It was getting SO good, too... *pouts*

I'm so quickly out of things to say.... ^____^;;

O'er an' out!

( 11:17 AM ) Meg's random contemplations I'm considering re-writing Carter's story, which ties in with a fair bit of Lucas' story. Been considering it for a while... Carter's got some serious problems, and he's fun to write because he's so screwed up. He's got a really weird past. His dad was SUCH a jerk.... and up until becoming a vampire, Carter was good little Bennie; never had the nerve to fight his father. *ponders* It's an interesting story. Maybe I'll start on it again after I get home from seeing Cast Away.... ( 10:56 PM ) Okay, people, special announcement!!!!!!! Congrats to Bennett and niichan on the birth of their daughter, Candra Arael Bennett! ^___^ ( 3:32 PM ) Woohoo! I got switched from Casement's class to Apostolou's class! Hooray!!! And I am already SO ahead of all the people in my comm tech class. I seem to be the only one who knows how to use Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, Publisher, and Premier, as well as Quark and a few other programs. Damn, am I ahead. *_* ( 7:36 AM ) Morning blog!

Wow, I only slept 3 hours and I feel okay.... *falls out of her chair laughing at today's BmB* Cy and Skids are a riot! I hope they do turn out as a couple! *laughing*

New semester starts today. I'm not too happy about this, as I have history and math this semester, and history is my homeroom class. With Mr. Casement. *cries* NOOOO!!! If I get called by my last name ONCE in his class, I'm gonna commit suicide (okay, not really).

My room is now a nice shrine of large wall hangings. On the walls around my bed, I have three Card Captor Sakura wallscrolls (two anime, one manga), and one kick-ASS Prozzak Saturday People promo poster. Thank you, John. *smilesmilesmile*

On Neopets, I am neopoor. Looks like my pets are gonna be eating at the soup kitchen a lot. -_-;

Meg's Art Corner! I know, I've not done much in the way of art lately. You know what's weird? I tend to draw more in school than at home. I think it's because I'm around so many people. Cam's SD Panther form, doodled in MS Paint. I was bored, okay? And it DID turn out cute. Part of my MS Paint family portrait. I still have to finish the pictures for John and Dani, and the kids too if I have enough willpower after screwing around with the stupid program afterwards.

Song of the moment: "When Doves Cry (Fatboy Slim remix) by Depeche Mode and Prince. I love this... don't ask me why. ^_^;

Quote of the moment: "Listen sister, if I want your opinion, I'll BEAT it out of you!" -- Elvira, Mistress of the Dark

Okay, that's it for now. Ja matta ne! *disappears in purple smoke*

( 12:38 PM ) Song of the moment: "Misere by Andrea Bocelli and John Miles. I have a very....expansive taste in music. So sue me. *sings along* ( 11:45 AM ) To Chris-kun: Dooood, I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you..... jus' chill, man. S'your blog, you can say what's on your mind...

I got my pretty pretty new cladagh ring in the mail yesterday! *kisses said ring* Mi querida gave it to me!! Isn't that sweet? ^__^

I have come to the conclusion that Cam would make a really scary bad guy. Like, not c3... but if CAM were bad. He'd be scary. I mean, he's already got some issues with where his loyalty lies... and he's pretty much infinite in power. Not to mention, after being killed about 200 times, I think he knows the painful ways to kill people. Wonder if niichan (currently my neechan) sees this? Well, at least now he knows about Cam's possibilities for becoming nothing more than a lethal weapon.

I have three neopets! My blue wocky named Cadence, my green shoyru named Lokistrant, and my yellow eyrie Poyania! ^__^

"My December" is © Linkin Park. The art is mine. Don't take. Information on the layout is thus; this is Damien McKinnley, a character of mine whom I've been roleplaying for a little over a year now. He's Simon McKinnley's oldest child, and he's kinda angsty and depressive. Art done in paintchat and added some snow in Photoshop.

Name: Meg Graham AKA: DJ Rabid Armadillo Age: 17 Birthday: May 1st Identifies as: a depressive and obsessive compulsive bisexual artist and writer Hair: black Eyes: grey Bands: Depeche Mode, Iron Maiden Movies: Fight Club, Velvet Goldmine, Hedwig and the Angry Inch Books: As I Lay Dying, Harry Potter, Fight Club, A Clockwork Orange, and the Repairman Jack series. Anime: Fruits Basket, Kare Kano Manga: Fruits Basket, Kare Kano Artists: Takaya Natsuki, H.R Giger, Tony, Firefly Family: Tony, Julian, Dora, Poe, Mina Lives for: Firefly, art, music

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