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pepper & felix
part one
In this universe, when a person turns 21, they gain the ability to communicate with their soulmate telepathically. For the borrower Pepper, this turns out to be quite a shock.
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“Can you hear me?”
The words floated around Pepper’s mind for a moment, soft and fuzzy as if he was hearing them from a distance.
“Hello? Can you hear this?”
Pepper spun in a circle, searching for the source of the strange voice, but he was completely alone in the secluded area under a floorboard. He tensed up, briefly remembering a myth he had been told as a child, of soulmates and telepathic connections. He hadn’t thought it had been real, but…
“I’ll just try again later.”
After that, the voice went quiet, and the fuzzy feeling in Pepper’s mind vanished. He spent the next few seconds staring around at his surroundings, heart heavy. Once he was certain that he was completely alone, he tightened his grip on his satchel and continued his trek back home.
He could worry about the messages after he rationed out his food for the week.
—
The second time Pepper’s mind was filled with someone’s else’s voice, he felt more prepared.
The wiry black-haired borrower was sitting in his hammock, a thick piece of fabric being held up by two push pins in the wall. He had been absentmindedly scribbling in his journal when he heard it.
“Hello?”
Pepper bit his lip. He briefly thought back to the myth, stomach currently twisting in knots.
“It’s me. Your soulmate.”
A chill settled into Pepper’s stomach, and he drew his knees closer to his chest.
“Um, if you want to talk back, just interlock your fingers and press them to your chest. And then I’ll be able to hear you.”
Pepper didn’t really understand how moving his hands somehow would allow this mystery voice to hear him, but he knew that being heard was not something borrowers wanted. He drew his bottom lip into his mouth, vaguely wondering if he was going crazy.
The voice had gone quiet for a moment, clearly waiting for him to respond.
Pepper could hear the disappointment as the voice said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk. I don’t even know if you can hear this. But, I just wanted to say hi. We’re… We’re soulmates.”
Soulmates? Pepper swallowed hard. Most borrowers go their whole lives without seeing more than fifty others of their kind, and they needed to be incredibly lucky to find someone they liked enough to start a relationship with. The idea that there was another borrower out there, that was supposedly “perfect” for Pepper, was astounding.
What if his soulmate was hundreds of miles away, hiding somewhere across the country? Pepper would never be able to meet them.
“I just turned twenty-one a few days ago. You know, soulmate-connection age. Oh… maybe you’re not twenty-one yet and that’s why you can’t hear me. This is a little embarrassing, then. But I guess if you’re not listening, it doesn’t matter, right?”
Pepper was struggling to follow. He himself was twenty-two. You had to be at least twenty-one to communicate with your soulmate, then?
“I like to sing. I’ve always thought that my soulmate would maybe be a singer too. Or maybe not. I just get the feeling that you are artsy, too, you know?”
The borrower shifted in his hammock, peering down at the journal in his hands. He had ripped up thick sheets of paper and sewn them together with thread. He supposed he did enjoy making things.
“Are you artsy?”
The voice had lifted up a little, clearly hopeful that Pepper would respond. The borrower didn’t move an inch.
“...That’s okay. I’ll tune in later. Remember— interlocked hands on your chest. If you wanna talk.”
Pepper was left in silence. His small chest heaved with uneasy breaths, while tan arms hugged his journal close to his torso.
Despite his apprehension, it was kind of nice to hear about his… “soulmate.” His soulmate might even be sort of brave, considering the fact that he is apparently a singer. Pepper hadn’t met a single borrower that felt comfortable enough to even speak loudly, let alone identify themselves as a singer. A strange feeling of appreciation wormed its way into Pepper’s chest. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.
Maybe it’s just nice to hear from someone, the borrower concluded. He had lived alone in the walls of this apartment for a little over two years, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had had a real conversation with someone.
A smile settling over his face, Pepper continued doodling in his journal.
—
“Hey. My sister came to visit today.”
Pepper nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around, tiny hands clutched around a grape twice the size of his head. When he realized that he was alone in the kitchen, he relaxed microscopically.
“She just wanted to stop by to wish me a belated happy birthday. And she made me a bracelet, which is so sweet! I moved out a few years ago, and since we’re both so busy it’s hard to see each other. It was really nice.”
Pepper’s mind wandered to his own sister. She was a few years older than him, but they could be twins, sharing tan skin and shaggy black hair, two dark features that every borrower wished to have. Basil, Pepper's sister, had moved out when Pepper was fourteen. He had seen her twice since then, on the rare occasion she was able to stop home and say hi.
He really did understand his soulmate. If his hands weren’t holding the grape, he might have considered saying so.
“I don’t have any roommates, or anything, so I’m alone a lot.”
Pepper was trekking across the counter, one arm holding the grape to his hip. He reached the edge, where his hook was latched onto the smooth surface.
“I’m an introvert, so it’s fine, but it’s definitely nice to hear from the people that I care about. You know?”
It only took a few seconds for Pepper to slide all the way to the floor, carefully holding the grape in one arm to prevent it from falling.
“My sister asked me if I had heard from my soulmate, now that I’m twenty-one. She’s really into the soulmate thing, but she’s only eighteen, so she has to wait. Anyways, I told her that I had reached out to you, but I think you might be younger than me, and you can’t hear me, maybe. Or you’re just shy?”
Pepper found the crack at the base of the counter and eased his way through, yanking his hook and his grape with him. He was met by a familiar darkness, and he subconsciously relaxed in the safety of the walls.
“Anyways, well… It’s late, and I should probably get some sleep. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Pepper murmured, wishing he had the strength to truly say it back.
—
It had been a week since Pepper had first heard from his soulmate. Since then, the soft voice had entered his mind a total of five times— chatting about his sister, sometimes, or his favorite songs. Pepper was always left with a fondness, followed by a feeling of guilt, that he was ignoring his brave soulmate for the safety of his own comfort.
He was afraid that he would fall in love with this person. He would tell them all of his secrets and thoughts and desires, only to learn that they were miles and miles apart. Hell, even if his soulmate lived down the street, they would still be out of reach for a borrower.
But— why give up before even trying? Was it really that harmful to say hello?
So, Pepper pressed his shaky hands against his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart. He closed his eyes, focusing on the fuzziness in the back of his mind, tuning in. “Hello? Are you there?”
He felt his own heartbeat quicken as a voice immediately responded, bright and ecstatic.
“Yes! Hello! Oh my gosh!”
Pepper let out a sharp breath, a mix of a gasp and a laugh. Biting his tongue, he tried again. “It’s… nice to meet you. I’ve been wanting to talk back to you, but… I don’t know, I get scared every time. Um, yeah. I’m Pepper…”
Something strange happened, when he tried to say his name. He knew that he was saying “Pepper,” but as he did so, static had filled his mind, clouding the word.
“Oh! I guess you didn’t know. Soulmate telepathy doesn’t let you say your name. I didn’t catch that, I’m sorry.”
Huh.
“Why? That’s dumb.” Pepper’s brow furrowed.
“I don’t know. The universe makes the rules.”
Pepper laughed again, pressing his hands further against his chest. The warmth of his hammock surrounded him, but he was solely focused on the warmth of the voice in his mind. “Well, I guess I’ll always be a mystery to you.”
“I guess you will,” his soulmate said teasingly. Pepper smiled to himself, thinking hard before proposing his next question.
“Did you have a good day?”
“I did! I called my sister.”
Pepper blinked curiously. “You called her?”
“Yeah. To say thank you again, for the bracelet. I haven’t taken it off since she gave it to me!”
The borrower stared at the wall, trying to fit the pieces together in his mind. “Do you live close to her?”
“Oh yeah, she’s only like twenty minutes away. I just called her because I was out all day.”
Pepper nodded to himself. That made more sense, he supposed. If his soulmate lived that close to his sister he could easily call out to her while on a borrowing trip.
“I have a sister too,” Pepper admitted. “But I haven’t seen her in… maybe a year? She’s six years older than me, and once we both moved out, well… you know how it is. We are not nearly as close as you and your sister.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you two close growing up?”
“Yeah, definitely. We actually lived right next to a bakery, and she would always come home with the best stuff. She got me a big piece of this brownie thing once, and it was incredible.”
Pepper found himself smiling at the memory of Basil coming home with a big chunk of chocolate, beaming as she showed it to her younger brother. They had shared it and it had been the best thing Pepper had ever tasted.
He wondered how Basil was doing.
“Aww, that’s sweet! She seems like a nice sister.”
“She was.” Pepper relaxed into the hammock, closing his eyes. “I’d like to run out and visit her soon. Especially now that it’s getting warmer, and I can actually walk outside without drowning in snow.”
“Yeah, I get that,” his soulmate said with a note of amusement. “I still have a bruise on my leg from where I slipped on ice last December.”
Pepper raised an eyebrow. His soulmate must really be brave, going outside in the middle of winter! “I couldn’t imagine trying to walk on ice.”
“No need to rub it in,” his soulmate giggled, and he once again was left in confusion.
When Pepper said nothing, his soulmate continued. “So, how old are you? What do you do for fun?”
Pepper chewed his lip. “I’m twenty-two. And I’m crafty, I guess? I like to draw sometimes, when I have the materials. I really like to make things.”
“I knew you would be artsy!” His soulmate said brightly. “What do you make?”
Pepper stared around his room from the height of his hammock. A scrappy rug, fairy lights, and assorted articles of clothing surrounded him. “Decorations for my room. I’ve really started getting into clothing, too. I just finished up a jacket, actually.”
“That’s so cool!”
“…Thank you,” Pepper responded, mildly surprised.
“I’m not very good with my hands, but I’m pretty good at singing. I like to perform.”
“That’s cool, too,” Pepper admitted. “I’ve never sang in my life. I don’t really know how, and I would be so scared of getting caught.”
“Aw, that’s okay. I used to be super shy when I was younger, but the stage fright eventually goes away, I promise!”
Pepper blinked up at the ceiling. “…Thanks?”
“Oh— sorry, I should probably go. I’ve got to get up early tomorrow. But… I’ll talk to you tomorrow..? If that’s okay?”
“Yes,” Pepper said immediately.
“Okay, great! Then I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight!”
“Goodnight.”
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Pepper’s heart was pounding out of his chest.
He stood stiffly, back pressed against a metal thermos. He was currently stranded on the counter in the early hours of the morning, and he had greatly underestimated how early the resident human would be getting up today.
The heavy sound of footsteps filled his ears. Pepper swallowed hard, praying that the human wouldn’t touch his thermos of coffee anytime soon. The human usually forgot his coffee half the time, as sporadic as he was. Hopefully Pepper will be lucky this time.
The borrower shuffled to the side, peering around the edge of the thermos. His stomach chilled at the sight of the massive human.
The human’s hands alone dwarfed Pepper in size. A torso the size of a house moved around the room, easily carrying an enormous backpack that Pepper couldn’t even imagine trying to budge. A head of sand-colored hair was turned away from the borrower, much to his relief. The human seemed to be typing something on his phone.
The human left his apartment at different times each day, which was frustrating for Pepper. The borrower wouldn’t have ventured out this morning if he knew the human would be up before the sun rose.
Pepper’s gaze darted over to a thin crack on the wall, a few feet to the side. He could make a dash for it, but it would take about fifteen seconds to get there, and the human could turn around in any of those seconds… Pepper could wait for the human to leave the apartment, but the human might not leave without grabbing his thermos first…
The sound of keys jangling filled his ears, and Pepper’s blood ran cold. He begged for the human to leave.
He heard enormous footsteps receding, moving away from him, and he nearly sobbed in relief before a murmur filled the air. “Fuck, almost forgot—“
It took less than three seconds for the human to cross the room, and Pepper slapped his hands over his mouth at the sight of massive pale fingers closing around the thermos. He instinctively flinched away, staring up as the thermos was pulled away, leaving him stranded on the counter with a human who was sure to snatch him up the moment he laid his eyes on the defensiveness borrower—
But… the human wasn’t even looking at him.
Pepper swayed on his feet, staring at the human who was now opening his front door and stepping outside. The human had grabbed his thermos and left the apartment without even sparing a glance in Pepper’s direction.
The front door clicked shut, and the second Pepper was alone he collapsed to his knees, hugging his chest. Heavy gasps left his mouth, as the terror of the last thirty seconds left his body in shaky waves. “Oh my god, oh my god…”
He swallowed thickly, squeezing his eyes shut. Without even realizing what he was doing, he slid his hands to his chest, clasping his fingers together. “Hello? Hello? Are you there?”
It took a few agonizing seconds to receive a response, and Pepper almost sobbed in relief at the familiar soft voice that filled his mind. “Hey, what’s up?”
“I almost just got caught,” Pepper blurted, heart pounding.
“What do you mean?”
“Caught! I almost got caught! I was out, and the bean almost saw me, I almost— oh my god, I could have… this could have been so bad. Oh my god.”
His soulmate was silent for a long time, and Pepper’s stomach twisted in apprehension, a feeling that quickly morphed into irritation, that his soulmate would just ignore him when he was so clearly upset.
“Did you hear me?” He demanded with more anger that he intended.
“Uh, yeah, I— yeah, I heard you, I’m just a little confused. Sorry. Are you okay?”
Pepper swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut. Suddenly filled with the horrifying thought that the human could return at any moment, he jumped to his feet, beginning to jog towards the crack in the wall. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine now, he’s gone. I— I’m sorry, I’m just shaken up. That was just a really close call.”
“Uh,” his soulmate said. “Were you in danger? Did someone attack you? Maybe you should call nine-one-one?”
Pepper nearly laughed at the absurdity. “Of course I was in d—“
He skidded to a halt suddenly. “…nine… one one?”
“Yeah? Oh, I’m sorry— are you not in America? What’s your emergency line?”
Ice seeped into Pepper’s veins. His hands remained clasped against his chest, although they were significantly shakier than they were before.
“Are you… a…”
Pepper couldn’t bring himself to ask. Despite being alone, terror was sinking into his stomach like a rock. There was no way. No way!
“I’m sorry,” Pepper said numbly, staggering towards the crack in the wall. “I have to go.”
“Wha— are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Sorry. I promise I’m fine. Bye.”
His hands fell from his chest as he squeezed into the walls, immediately stumbling against a piece of wood to catch his balance. His soulmate was sending him a confused farewell, but he could barely hear it over the blood pounding in his ears.
“I can’t believe this,” Pepper heaved, burying his face in his hands.
“My— my soulmate is a human?”
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NEW BRAIN ROT
A borrower and his pregnant wife hunker down in a new and safer house after a last minute move due to their old residence adopting a cat. She is dealing with constant cravings, so the husband takes it upon themselves to try and steal more and more random (and frustratingly hard to open/carry foods).
Prying open the fridge, stealing whole cans to try and crack open, trying to figure out how to steal various liquids without just puncturing the cartons...
Inevitably, this risky behavior gets them caught. They managed to pry the fridge open again, only for the human ( who moments ago was asleep) to sleepily open up the fridge. In their panic they manage to get their legs stuck in the barred rack, leaving them in full sight of the human.
The human shouts falling back at the unexpected sight and for a moment the two just stare.
The human reaches for him and this time it's the borrower who falls back, leg still stuck between bars. Their pleas just slip out-
"Please, I have a wife and a child on the way- "
The human pauses, his hand changing orientation, going from reaching to grab to offering an open palm to help the borrower stand.
They're caught by a young man roughly the same age as them. Though taken aback by the bizzare scenario, the human offers a nervous smile and asks them what they were trying to get.
The borrower sheepishly admits they were trying to get pickles and peanut butter.
The human man lets out a genuine laugh, nodding as if agreeing.
"Dude, my wife gets the same craving!"
The borrower is surprised at the revelation, but for some reason he finds the similarities between their situation reassuring.
The man helps him out of the fridge and packs up some food for him, adding a few extra snacks as well as multivitamins for his wife. All the while the two quickly bond over their situation. Both are first time fathers, both are terrified yet excited, both are head over heels for their wives etc...
The borrower doesn't leave right away. They stay up talking, opening up a beer or sharing a late night coffee. Regardless, the two somehow manage to put the bizzareness of their situation on the back burner due to the excitement of finding someone else that can relate.
AHH
Just two soon to be Dad Bros trying to navigate uncharted water.
Bonus points if both their wives are listening in like "What the fuck is going on?" But neither of them want to go through the hassle of getting up to investigate because they're sore and everything sounds fine..
#my gosh i love platonic g/t scenarios#dont get me wrong#im a gt romance girly#but gt friendships hit SOOO good#g/t scenario#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t community#g/t prompts#g/t shitpost#g/t fluff
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Can we talk about how wholesome romance is in gt?
The giant is just looking down at the tiny lovingly with so much love and appreciation, gently sweeping them off their feet as they hold their entire being in their hands.
They exchange glances, both craving the affection and enjoying the touch, the giant just gently leaning in and pepperminting their tiny love in kisses because their lips are too big to kiss them on the lips.
And when the tiny wants to return the kiss they can just lean forward, softly kissing the giant's lips lovingly as it is now the giant's turn to be unable to return the kiss of their love.
The thought alone of being held close to a heart and feeling it beat for you, the thought alone of feeling the one person you love most in your hands... it's just so heartwarming...
And just being able to be so close together despite the huge size difference....
I don't know about you guys, but I want this.
#people trying to “fix me being ace” do this and I might reconcider#personally i don't get anything out of romance in fiction but if it jas gt in it? it just sends my heart fluttering#gt fluff#giant tiny#gt community#gt thoughts#*sigh* why can't we get gt dating?#or gt in general like COME ON mother nature! you can't tell me theres horse with long necks (giraffes) but NOT tiny people!
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someone: h-
me: so I genuinely think size is unexplored in the media, not just as a g/t fan wanting content, but as a writer seeing the missed creativity potential. Size dynamics could add new conflicts, opening up new plots, fitting in romance, family, thriller, adventure, literally any genre. It’s such a diverse trope that it can be applied to any typical narrative - but still relatively untouched in popular media to the point where any g/t ideas deeper than surface level size difference would be entirely new ideas in the world of media. Horror is veering more into lovecraftian these days - size would perfectly compliment that. Romance needs new obstacles for two lovers to overcome - a size difference would be a new twist. Special and practical effects have far surpassed the point needed for size movies - look at Lord of the Rings, or Ant-man. It’s an untapped goldmine, and in this essay I will
#sometimes i think of all the good gt movies that could be made and sigh.#i wanna see a trashy sizey cliche romance movie#i wanna see a size horror movie that scares me shitless#instead i have to go see whatever new superhero film that changes size for 2 seconds is#for real tho i think abt gt horror movies so much. itd TERRIFY me
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Feel (A g/t Drabble)
Let me lay against your chest. Let me feel the weight of your gigantic hand covering me with the utmost respect. Let me feel the massive vibrations when you speak words that are nothing but kind. Let me sink into your soft skin like it’s a cloud in the sky. Let me feel… you.
I know you love it. Don’t deny it. You always do. “You’re so tiny… it’s adorable.” And other miscellaneous things you say. I know it isn’t much- and when I kiss you on those larger than life lips, you can barely feel it. But you love it. I love it. Because even though I’m small… you can feel… me.
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hello i am putting out another call for non-romantic g/t content because every fandom deserves an equal amount of non-romantic content to romance content for us romance exhausted/romance repulsed people
i for one am aroace and all of my original work and original posts are non-romantic. I tend to focus on close friendship, family relationships, community, and solo character stuff. most of it is historical fantasy centered around the late victorian/edwardian period (with some “fish-out-of-water” time travel stuff). you can find my artwork here or the one short little thing i’ve written as of this post’s creation here
if you also make and focus on g/t stuff that contains little to no romance, share it here.
#g/t#giant/tiny#gt#cant guarantee i'll reblog everything people share here#but consider this post a resource for people wanting non-romance stuff to look through
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Boarding School for Giants (1/25)
Author's Note: I decided to share one of my stories on here. Admittedly, it's not my best work, and I've improved a lot since I wrote it, but it remains one of my most popular (and is a shorter and tamer story). Hope you guys enjoy! :)
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I was angry at the world. And I had good reason to be. My dad had left a long time ago, when I was a small child—just walked out one day for cigarettes and never came back. He left behind a gaping hole in my soul that would never be filled. My mother, too, suffered from that same void: She filled it with alcohol, or at least tried to, as much as a bottomless pit can be filled. Occasionally she could pull herself together enough, for my sake, to get a low-paying job to support us and keep us fed. Inevitably, though, she would slip back into old habits, and be consumed by the bottle again.
I was the poster child for teenage angst. I wore black nail polish and black lipstick and heavy eyeshadow with mascara. I dyed my dark hair with streaks of color and cut it in crazy, edgy styles. I had ear piercings and a nose piercing and even a badass tattoo of the grim reaper with a skull on my upper thigh that I got with a fake ID (don’t tell my mom). As for my clothing, I usually went for a goth or punk aesthetic: lacy black corsets with short skirts and tights, ripped-up skinny jeans, big black boots, messy crop tops with spaghetti straps. Anything black with buckles or spikes was my jam. I liked black because my heart was black.
My behavior mirrored my outer appearance. I played the role of the bad kid pretty well. I always talked back to my teachers and acted up in class. I smoked weed in the girl’s bathroom during lunch and cigarettes behind the school. My grades weren’t terrible, because I wasn’t a complete moron, but I certainly didn’t try very hard. I snuck out of the house on weekends late at night to attend wild parties, although I refused to drink alcohol because I didn’t want to be like my mother. I made out with bad boys, whom I knew all too well would use me and break my heart and leave me just like my daddy did.
The relationship I had with my mom, admittedly, wasn’t the best. She worked odd hours, so she wasn’t around much anyways. Sometimes she would bring home men that might stay for a little while, but none of them could replace my dad. She couldn’t handle my unruliness and didn’t know how to discipline me or give me boundaries. We would get into shouting matches with each other a lot, where we yelled past each other more than listening to each other. I knew all her weaknesses, and would intentionally say hurtful things to make her cry. I told her she was a terrible mother and she was the reason Dad left and nobody would ever love her again. I would regret my words later, but the rage and sadness I felt inside me was hard to control.
Today was the day where the tension finally snapped, and everything came crashing down. I had been having an unusually crummy day, and I was in a bad mood. I flunked my chemistry test—not that I really cared, but it still made me feel stupid. The other girls in my class were teasing me and telling me I was an idiot, and I didn’t like that. I was walking through the hallway to my next class when Billy the Bully, as I called him, spotted me and zeroed in on his prey like a bloodhound. I had spurned his advances once, finding him to be a contemptible wretch, and ever since he had made it his mission to belittle and humiliate me as much as possible. Since I had rejected him, he insisted I was an ugly lesbian. I was not in the mood for his bullshit today. He pushed me hard into a locker, laughed, and strolled off.
The coals burning inside me ignited. Billy the Bully was going down. I chased after him and punched him hard in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground, and kicked him in the ribs a couple of times for good measure. That’d teach him to mess with me. Unfortunately for me, I hadn’t noticed the principal walking down the hall, who was now gaping at me, appalled. It didn’t matter that Billy always harassed me, and that he had initiated the confrontation. The principal had only seen my violence. Despite fights breaking out all the time in the schoolyard, our school had a “zero tolerance” policy on the books for violent actions. Not to mention, I was sure they were more than happy to find an excuse to get rid of a troublesome rebel like me. I was swiftly expelled.
Needless to say, when my mom came home from work and learned what happened from the school, she blew up at me. As usual, we yelled past each other until we were both out of breath and red in the face. I stormed out of the house and took a walk to cool down, smoking a cigarette as I went. To be honest, even though I felt justified in what I had done, I regretted putting my mom through more stress. She was always failing me, but I figured she still loved me and cared about me. I was disappointing her with my bad behavior. I felt like such a failure.
Reflecting on my actions didn’t change the consequences, however. I had been kicked out of school, and now we would need to transfer me to a new school. I wasn’t sure how to feel, whether I should be nervous or optimistic. Maybe I needed a fresh start. My old school sucked anyways, and was lousy with bullies and haters. I hated school. Why did I have to go in the first place? I couldn’t think of any other high schools that were close by in our area.
When I returned home, my mom was making phone calls, trying to place me in a new school. Her eyes were red and puffy as she massaged her temple with her fingers. I tiptoed past her, slunk over to my room, and threw myself on my bed. I slapped on a pair of old headphones and blasted some death metal into my ears to drown out my thoughts. Somehow, the sound of wild demonic screaming and electric guitars always helped to calm down the boiling hatred inside me. I started to drift off to sleep.
“EREN!” my mom screamed my name, startling me awake over the sound of my music. I took off my headphones, irritated.
“WHAT?!” I shouted back with a disgruntled scowl.
“Pack your things,” my mother demanded. “None of the schools nearby are willing to take you in, and I can’t deal with you anymore. You’re going to boarding school to learn some discipline.”
“Boarding school? Are you freaking kidding me right now?” I balked. I was incredulous. Mom was trying to get rid of me. I flipped the script on her and acidly retorted, “Well, fine then! I didn’t want to be around you anymore either!” I rolled over in my bed and refused to look at her, facing the wall instead in defiance. She paused for a moment, as if wanting to say something, then sighed and exited the room, closing the door gently behind her.
I huffed and sulked for a while. Boarding school. Unbelievable. Scoffing to myself, I began to gather up my things, tossing clothes, school supplies, and some other miscellaneous articles carelessly into my backpack and a duffel bag. I didn’t have a whole lot to bring. We were poor, so it’s not like I had a ton of luxury items in my possession to pack. I prepared for bed and flopped down on my mattress, deep in thought. I wondered what boarding school was like. Maybe it would be better to get away from it all, to be far away from everything that was tormenting me. My mom wouldn’t be around to hassle me at least. How bad could it be?
The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed and threw on some clean clothes. I hadn’t slept well, since I had been haunted by my nagging thoughts most of the night. I ate a bowl of cereal and drank some orange juice for breakfast, then decided I ought to at least make myself look nice if it was going to be my first day at a new school. I hauled myself to the bathroom and washed, did my make-up, brushed my teeth, and styled my hair with some hair gel. Much better.
I grabbed my bags and placed them in the trunk of our beater of a car. Rather than sit in the front seat alongside my mother, I opted to sit in the back instead, sprawling my legs out along the back seat. My mom pursed her lips in disapproval but didn’t say anything. She hopped into the front seat, and after a couple of tries the starter kicked in and the old car coughed to life. The car crawled out of the driveway and stumbled off, leaving a nasty brown puff of smog in its wake.
We drove for a while in silence. I played on my phone and occasionally looked out the window at the bland scenery passing by. We lived in a rural area, surrounded by farmland, so there wasn’t much to see other than fields of corn and wheat, grain silos and barns, and fenced-off land for cows or horses. It was a serene and pastoral paradise, but I had lived with these things my whole life so I wasn’t very impressed. The density of the buildings gradually increased as we entered more populated areas.
After a couple of hours, I started to get restless. “Where are we going? How far away is this place?” I questioned, finally breaking the silence.
“About that...” my mother said. She trailed off and failed to finish her sentence, as if she were afraid to tell me.
“Well?” I asked, a note of irritation in my voice.
She sighed. “I guess it’s better if I tell you now, so you don’t freak out when we get there. We’re almost at the drop-off point anyways.”
“Freak out?” I was becoming increasingly baffled. “Why would I freak out? What’s going on here?” I raised my voice as I spoke.
“This isn’t an ordinary boarding school.” She paused dramatically, letting the words sink in. “I needed to find a place we could afford, and a place that could handle your misbehaving and keep you in check. This school is planning to become an integration school, and they’re looking for students like you to join, so they offered me a substantial subsidy to sign you up.”
“Students... like me?” I was lost. “Why would they want a troublemaker like me? What do you mean by an ‘integration school?’ What is that?”
Before she could answer, our car was engulfed in shadow. I peered out the window and my jaw dropped to the floor. We were driving toward a massive wall, constructed of great stone bricks of an impossible size. The wall must have been hundreds of feet tall, and blocked out the sun as we approached. The surrounding buildings and trees looked like little models and toys by comparison. We pulled up to the wall and parked in a vacant lot. My mom, rather than explaining what was going on, got out of the car and removed my bags from the trunk. I stayed in my seat, refusing to budge. I was very confused, and even a little intimidated.
My mother opened the passenger door and looked at me expectantly. “Come on. Get out.” I just stared back at her. Nothing had been explained. I didn’t want to go. I was getting an uneasy, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Realizing I wasn’t going to win this fight, I begrudgingly got out of the car and followed her to a normal-sized door that was embedded in the enormous wall. She opened the door and we walked into a short, gloomy passageway that tunneled through the thick wall to the other side. As we walked through the darkness, I cleared my throat and tried one last time to finesse some information out of her.
“Mom... please. Tell me what this is,” I pleaded. I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking slightly. Genuine fear was starting to trickle into my chest. The whole situation was very strange and surreal.
We reached the door at the end of the tunnel. Sunlight bled through the cracks around the door, framing it with bright light in the musty darkness. My mom placed her hand on the door handle and exhaled slowly. She gazed over at me sadly. Her face was pinched up, as if she were trying to hold back strong emotions.
“On the other side of this huge wall... is the giant side of town. You’re going to a boarding school for giants.”
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A Tall and Small Collection | S2.28 | Worth the Wait
Aching. Tired. Ears ringing. It took a minute once he was awake for Soren to fully remember what happened yesterday. Images flashed before his eyes of the three Borrowers whose faces were seared into his memory, the terrified expression on Rey’s face as he reluctantly ran away with Mayzie, and the warmth of Ashlynn’s gentle touch bringing him back from the brink of death.
Ashlynn…
Soren felt himself smile involuntarily as the terrible recollection of the attack were replaced with Ashlynn’s confession. Being woken up from the brink of death by the all surrounding warmth of her hand and feeling the beat of her heart as he was pressed against her chest was enthralling. Her words played over and over. There was a small part of him that wondered if it was just a dream. He was in a strange stupor of being awake and asleep when it happened.
No.
It had to be real.
He didn’t imagine it. At the very least, he couldn’t believe he imagined her kiss.
Thoughtful. Tender. Soft. Scared.
This thought alone made his heart palpitate excitedly.
Still, Ashlynn didn’t know he heard her. She had probably felt a momentary swell of courage thinking he was unconscious, letting her feel comfortable enough to confess her true feelings for Soren. Ultimately, this left the ball back in Soren’s court.
He needed to find the right time, if there was such a thing, to talk to her and admit he heard her. The topic was also a sensitive one. Soren had to admit he had the same thoughts and feelings as his human counterpart, but he had concerns as well. Again, he needed to admit he heard her.
Would she be frustrated or angry that he heard her when he wasn’t meant to?
Would she be embarrassed and take back what she said?
There had to be a reason she kept these things to herself, especially for so long. Soren wondered if she had the same doubts he did about being together and whether these feelings were real or simply endearment for one another. They were different, yes, but could their feelings be strong enough?
Soren believed the answer was yes.
First…
He had some things to take care of.
By the time Soren forced his battered body upright, it was well past midday and approaching two in the afternoon. He tested his strength, muscles screaming in protest, by sliding down the fixed line from the bed to the ground and walking through the bedroom to the main living area where he heard sounds.
Ashlynn had taken Mayzie, Rey, and Dorian into the living room and put on a movie on her television. They apparently hadn’t been there long since the movie just started. The three of them were cuddling on the coffee table in a mountain of blankets Ashlynn had set up for them.
The boys’ bandages had already been changed and tightened so they could maneuver easily, and a second breakfast for lunch spread was on the table with them.
Everyone, including Ashlynn, was in the living room and they were all beyond relieved to see Soren awake, but also surprised he was up and walking around so soon. No one blamed him though. Soren wasn’t the kind to lay in bed all day, even if he was feeling poorly.
Soren, seeing Ashlynn approach, felt his heart jump into his throat and felt a pleasant, tingling shiver as he stepped onto Ashlynn’s hand so she could set him on the coffee table with the rest of them.
“Da!” Mayzie cooed as she stumbled over the blankets into Soren’s arms. He crouched and pulled her into his chest warmly. He hid a wince as his daughter’s arms squeezed as hard as they could, even though it wasn’t very strong, as her embrace pressed directly into a deep bruise he received from yesterday’s attack.
“Soren! You’re up!” Rey cheered, raising his arm which was braced with a soft cast into the air. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been battered and frozen,” replied Soren as he stood, Mayzie still in his arms with her legs dangling, and walked over to his brothers. Ashlynn had retreated to the kitchen to retrieve her medical kit and some pain killers. What he really wanted was a way to get this cold sensation out of his middle, but that would have to wait. “How are you two?”
“We’re alright,” Dorian replied. “I mean, we’re great all things considering, but still stunned I guess.”
“Yeah,” muttered Rey. Soren sat down, readjusting Mayzie so she could sit in his lap, and stared at the soft casts on Rey’s arm and Dorian’s leg.
“What exactly happened? You told me yesterday, I think,” asked Soren. The boys nodded and went into their story again, explaining how Rey had just made it to the Rafter’s home and was reunited with Dorian when they were stopped on the way back by three unfamiliar Borrowers. Rey recognized them immediately and he grabbed Dorian as they sprinted away.
It was a risk, but Rey knew they had to take it when they were mere steps ahead of their attackers. Without knowing if his device would hold them both, the Borrower boys took the chance of a lifetime and leapt off of the edge. All things considering, their injuries could have been worse, but it would be a while before they took any more “leaps of faith” since Rey had to abandon some of his device pieces behind so they could get away.
Soren’s insides churned as he listened to his brothers’ story. To think he was incapacitated, recuperating from nearly freezing to death as his brothers were going through this.
“Soren, why did they come after us?” asked Dorian.
“Because they’re good for nothing cowards,” muttered Ashlynn as she finished cutting some additional bandages which she had warmed before handing the to Soren. “Here. For your muscles.” Soren’s hand shook as he took them. His nerves were getting the better of him being so close to her. He took a breath before looking up into those stormy blue-grey eyes he took so much comfort in.
“Thank you,” he said smiling before his features fell. “And, to your point Dorian, I have my suspicions. What it boils down to is fear turned anger.”
“Fear turned anger?” asked Rey.
“Yes. I think they found out about our family and Ashlynn,” replied Soren.
“You’re kidding!” moaned Rey as he rolled his eyes with such exaggeration that he fell backward onto the blanket. Mayzie, seeing this as an excellent opportunity, pushed herself up from Soren’s lap and toddled over to land onto Rey’s exposed middle. She giggled gleefully at Rey’s “oofff” before rearranging herself to sit with her uncle.
“I know, it’s not fair, but that’s probably what it’s about,” stated Soren while wrapping the warm rags around his bruises and sore muscles.
“Like I said, cowards,” muttered Ashlynn. “But that’s all I’m going to say about that. Soren, how are you feeling? Any lightheaded sensations at all?” A zing went up Soren’s spine hearing Ashlynn say his name, making him smile. Also, right at that moment, Soren felt his head swirl when he went to shake his head “no.”
“A little, but I’ll be fine,” he replied. His chest was constricting. Why was he suddenly nervous speaking to her? More importantly, did she notice?
“That’s good. You just need to rest and leave your body alone to heal,” chimed in Rey as he readjusted the soft cast on his arm yet again.
“Take your own advice,” muttered Dorian teasingly, calling out his younger brother. “Don’t mess with your arm. I’m not messing with my leg.”
“It itches, and I can’t write or work on my gadgets with it all bandaged up. I’m just trying to readjust it so I can be useful,” retorted Rey.
“We’ll figure something out,” encouraged Ashlynn. She retreated to the kitchen and came back a minute later with thimbles of warm tea with honey beside them. Maybe this would get rid of that cold feeling Soren felt at his core. “Anyway, do you need anything?”
“Not at the moment. At least, not here,” muttered Soren as he took several long drinks of tea before he pushed himself up onto his feet. He gave Mayzie a quick kiss on the head and ruffled Rey’s hair before heading for the edge of the coffee table. “I’ll be back.”
Soren was almost there when Ashlynn’s hand came into view, stopping him.
“And where do you think you’re going?” she asked expectantly. Soren, heart pounding, couldn’t bring himself to look at Ashlynn in that moment. He needed time to think, and there were things he needed to address.
“I have some things to take care of,” stated Soren. The boys instantly looked alarmed at Soren’s statement and Ashlynn’s hand inched closer to him until her index finger rested gently on the top of his shoe. It wasn’t forceful, but it did keep Soren from walking forward. He could have walked around or tried to get loose, but he stood there instead.
“The things you have to take care of should be yourself,” said Ashlynn. “Does this have anything to do with what happened yesterday with those other Borrowers? Because there is no way I’m letting you go; at least not on your own.”
“No, it’s not that,” said Soren. Why couldn’t he turn to face her? Why was his heart pounding like this? He wasn’t even talking about what she said to him last night. “I need to let the Rafters know what happened. If those three are in some kind of cahoots with the Rafters or if they think the Rafters know, it could ruin them. I’m not having that happen on my watch. At the very least, they need to be warned.”
There were other things Soren needed to take care of, but he wasn’t going to say anything about that now. He felt Ashlynn’s eyes narrow skeptically at him and, in an effort to ease her mind, Soren summoned his courage and looked up determinedly at Ashlynn, following the look with a smile.
“I promise I’ll be back soon. I’m just going to go there and come right back,” stated Soren. While Ashlynn looked skeptical, her blue-grey eyes looking deep to gain some insight into his thoughts, she sighed and moved her hand.
“Then I’m giving you the same contingency as I gave Rey yesterday. If you’re not back in thirty minutes, I’m coming after you,” she said firmly. Soren chuckled and shook his head.
“I need at least an hour.”
“An hour! Out of the question,” said Ashlynn. Soren thought she was serious when she saw her lips pull into a smile.
“Unacceptable? Well, that’s what you’re going to get,” teased Soren right back. He looked at Ashlynn and saw she was obviously uneasy and, without giving it a second thought, stepped over to her hand and laid his hand on the tip of her finger. “I promise I’ll be back as fast as possible. Okay?”
There it was. Ashlynn’s smile. It tugged the corner of her lips into a hesitant smile.
“You’d better,” she said softly.
With that, Soren let Ashlynn carry him over to their place in the walls that was easy to access and set him on his way.
Once alone, Soren’s mind kicked into his well-honed survival mode. He listened and crept through the walls, daring to peer into his overturned home. It wasn’t the fact that many of their belongings were scattered about or that the things they constructed had been partially deconstructed. It was the little things that were memories of their home and life before this apartment that were damaged or missing.
There were little odds and ends like the bottlecap Ashlynn gave him when they first met that were missing. What felt like a real gut punch was the fact that Soren’s father’s hook was also missing. Rage boiled in his gut, but it didn’t warm that untouchable spot in his chest and didn’t help him get those things back.
It would take time, but they would come back and fix this place they called home.
Soren collected a few other odds and ends, including a spare hook and some line for safety measures, and headed out along the beams and through the wires to the main hub by the elevator shaft. The day hub was eerily quiet. Was it the time of day? Or had word spread that Soren and his family were friends with a human and everyone was frantically packing to migrate?
If he were being honest with himself, Soren didn’t care. At the moment, his goals were simple – talk to the Rafters and talk to Bay. His muscles protested with every movement, but he continued walking until Soren finally arrived at the Rafter’s front door.
There wasn’t even the slightest hesitation as he raised his hand and knocked on the door. A few moments passed when the door creaked open and Hero, the youngest boy, peeked his head out. He smiled the moment he saw Soren, but his expression changed to confusion when he spotted the deep bruises on Soren’s face.
“Hello Soren. Is… everything okay?” Hero asked, pulling the door opened wider.
“It will be. Is your father home?” asked Soren.
“Um… yeah. He’s sharpening hooks,” said Hero. He let Soren into the home and scurried over to a nearby door and knocked. “Dad! Soren is here to see you.”
Casper Rafter emerged from the back room, hook and sharpening rod in hand, and nodded in acknowledgment.
“Thank you, Hero,” said Casper, who went to say something to Soren, but immediately silenced himself as he noticed Soren’s injuries. It was obvious to the oldest brother that Casper was surprised and that his reaction was genuine. “What happened?”
“Could we talk in private?” asked Soren. “It won’t take long.”
Casper nodded without hesitation and Soren followed him into the back into a kind of workshop filled with hooks, lines, and spare parts made of borrowed odds and ends. The moment the workshop door was closed, Casper gestured for Soren to continue. Soren, heart pounding in conviction, exhaled slowly before looking Casper in the eye.
“We were attacked,” stated Soren. Casper’s eyes went wide, entire body visibly stiffening.
“The human?”
“No. Absolutely not,�� said Soren firmly, bristling at the thought. “We were attacked by three of our own – Borrowers.” Casper appeared completely blindsided. His entire being slumped as he rested his chin with his thumb and index finger and leaned his head heavily onto it. “I know how it sounds, but I wanted to come and let you know what happened.”
Soren explained that the three Borrowers ambushed him and went after Dorian, Rey, and even Mayzie. Soren also explained that he was shoved into the freezer to be left for dead and that it was Ashlynn who had come in the nick of time to save his life. When asked what their motive was, Soren had his answer ready.
“They found out that we are friends with Ashlynn, and they let their fear get the better of them. I don’t know what would have happened if she didn’t come back in time and I don’t know who they are,” said Soren. He took a shaky breath before continuing. “One thing I do know is I have to look after my family.”
Casper’s expression shifted from concerned to quizzical, so Soren continued.
“I’m thinking we’re going to be staying with Ashlynn more and pulling back from the community; and unless someone asks us, I don’t think we’ll be volunteering our aid since that’s what got us targeted in the first place. So, if you need something, you’ll know where to find us,” said Soren.
“Soren, you don’t have to remove yourself from the community. We can…”
“Casper, with all due respect, I think it would be a good solution for the time being. At the very least, we need to find out who these Borrowers are before moving back into our home,” said Soren. “Just… thank you for all you’ve done for us. Really. You’ve been wonderful and our doors are always open if you need help or want to stop by.”
Casper nodded and sighed.
“You’re a good man. I respect what you’re willing to do for your family, and you’re very brave for going to whatever lengths to keep them safe,” he stated. “Same policy for you. If you need anything, our doors are always open.”
“Really? I have to say I’m a little surprised, especially with… Ashlynn,” said Soren. Casper, tense, exhaled and nodded.
“I’ve got to say the same, but we saw you and your family interact with Ashlynn and… though I can’t understand it, I can respect it.”
With that, the two stood and shook hands. Soren slipped out of the Rafters’ home, smiling at Hero before leaving, and headed out to tackle the next big thing on his list today.
It took a little bit of time, but wandering the halls and rafters eventually led Soren to a slightly ajar piece of trim and a female figure hoisting herself up into the ceiling. Sure enough, it was Bay. She looked like she had just come back from a borrowing trip. Soren smiled to himself, but also felt a pang.
Bay was a good person, and there was no doubt they would be a good match for one another – just as Lucy had been. Soren loved Lucy with all his heart, as he loved Rey and Dorian and Mayzie. Still, what he felt for Bay wasn’t the same as what he knew he felt for Ashlynn. That silent debate crept into his mind again. Was he making the right decision? Would what he felt be enough? How would Bay take it?
“Bay!” he called out. The daredevil Borrower turned, and a smile spread onto her face as she spotted Soren.
“Well, hi handsome,” Bay greeted as she stepped up to Soren. She was obviously moving in for a kiss but hesitated not only when Soren took a half step back, but also when her hip lamp showed his bruises. “What happened to you?”
“It’s not important right now. I just… wanted to come talk to you,” said Soren.
“Sure thing, but I don’t get why those bruises aren’t important right now,” pried Bay. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m… I’m good, but there’s something I need to do first,” replied Soren. “Could… we take a walk?”
Bay bit her lip and folded her arms across her chest. Soren knew already by the stance she took that she knew what was happening. Without missing a beat, she asked, “Who is she?”
Soren shifted uncomfortably and smiled.
“She’s a good person, just like you. It’s just… I care about you, but what I feel for her is different,” said Soren quietly. “I wish things were different.”
“Same,” she smiled. “Really thought we could have something going. Don’t go changing your mind now.” Bay gave a sassy wink, and as she walked past Soren gave him a little love tap on his backside.
Soren wasn’t sure how long he stood there. He wasn’t even sure how he made it back to his home. All he knew was he was way past when he was supposed to be back, but he had some idea of how to make it up to her.
~~~^*^*^~~~
Ashlynn’s leg bounced nervously. Soren had been gone for nearly three hours. Three! She was going to kill him. At the very least, she was going to verbally annihilate him. If it weren’t for Mayzie wanting to play and Rey needing assistance making his new hook launcher 2.0 and Dorian working on some song lyrics, Ashlynn would be busting down walls.
She also knew that she needed to keep the boys and Mayzie safe. There would be nothing worse than if she went to go look for Soren and those three Borrowers came back to finish what they started.
Still, it was nerve wracking. Soren was still injured. He could take care of himself, yes, but even he wouldn’t take this long to run a “quick errand.” Right?
Her mind started spiraling when she heard Rey’s voice, which snapped her out of her inner monologue.
“What was that? Sorry, I phased out there for a second,” she asked, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her palm.
“I asked if you were worried about him,” said Rey as he, for the hundredth time, began messing with the bandage on his arm. It was completely involuntary, but Ashlynn reached up and set her hand beside the teenage Borrower and scooted her finger against his leg.
“Yeah, I am. He was acting a little off when he woke up. At least, I think he was acting a little off. I’m sure he’s fine, but…”
“I’m worried too,” interrupted Rey. Ashlynn stared at Rey, catching his pale blue eyes as he looked up at her and flashed a brief smile. “I don’t think I’ve been this worried or scared in a long time, but Soren is strong, just like you’re strong and… well… I don’t know about Dorian…”
“I know you’re not talking about me!” muttered Dorian passively as he chewed on the end of the plastic pencil tip Ashlynn gave him as he wrote down a few more lyrics.
“Just a tease!” grinned Rey before looking back up at Ashlynn. “Soren will be back. It’s okay, Ashlynn. He always comes back.”
“Always comes back from what?”
Ashlynn’s entire body relaxed from the tension she felt when she heard Soren’s voice come up from the side of the coffee table. It took every impulse in her body to not pick him up and hold him close out of sheer relief. Instead, she set her hand on the ground and let him climb on before setting him down on the coffee table.
“Soren! Welcome back!” called Rey.
“Your ears must’ve been burning. We were talking about you always coming back,” said Ashlynn. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest, making her cheeks feel hot with embarrassment.
“Of course,” stated Soren. “I’ll always come back.”
“Speaking of which,” prompted Ashlynn. “Where’ve you been? These rascals have been running me ragged.”
“Ha-ha, yeah right. Mayzie fell asleep during the last movie, and we’ve been working quietly,” said Dorian.
“Good to know you’ve spent your time wisely,” grinned Soren as he stepped over and ruffled Dorian’s hair, making him cringe and playfully slap his brother on the leg. Soren turned back and looked up at Ashlynn. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I… had a lot on my mind.”
“Oh? Things not go well with your errands?” asked Ashlynn.
“Things went well, but…” Soren hesitated, glancing at his brothers before looking back up at Ashlynn. “I… could we talk in private?” Ashlynn felt her insides clench. Talk? In private? What did that mean?
“Um… sure. If you think it’s important. We can go to the back bedroom and…”
“Actually, can we go to the roof?” asked Soren.
“The roof? That… Soren, that’s a public spot. Are you sure?” asked Ashlynn. Even Rey and Dorian glanced over at Soren.
“Yes. I’m afraid there might be prying ears here.”
“We won’t listen in,” interjected Rey, at which Soren grinned.
“Right, I’ll take your word for it. Actually, I’m more worried about the other residents here in the building. Please?” There was something in the way Soren spoke that didn’t seem quite like him. It made Ashlynn uneasy. Still, if it was important to Soren, Ashlynn knew it needed to be important to her too.
“Sure. Do… you think they’ll be okay on their own?” she asked, glancing at the boys and Mayzie sleeping nearby.
“Don’t worry, Ashlynn! We can handle those rascals if they come back! We’ve got the home court advantage,” chimed in Rey.
“And we won’t be gone long. I just… wanted to talk to you about something,” said Soren. Ashlynn hated this. An acidic taste rose up in the back of her throat. Everything about this made her uneasy, but she nodded and set her hand down on the table.
“Let’s go then. Boys, we’ll be back soon. Think about what you want for dinner, okay?”
“Got it!” affirmed Rey with a casted thumbs-up.
“Tacos for sure,” muttered Dorian as he continued writing.
With that, Soren stepped onto Ashlynn’s hand and she headed for the door. She was wearing a light jacket and, after Soren gave the go-ahead, she slipped her hand into her pocket with him. Ashlynn locked the door behind her and made her way to the elevator, walking carefully the entire way.
The elevator was on her floor, and it was on the ride up that she noticed that Soren’s body was shaking. What was going on with him today? Did he hit his head? Was he worried about his family?
It was now that Ashlynn felt like she had been punched in the gut.
Were they leaving?
Was that what he wanted to talk to her about?
It made sense.
This was the same kind of conversation they had when Ashlynn went to move away – when she left them behind.
Was that happening now? Were they going to a different place in the building to distance themselves from her, so they weren’t attacked again?
The elevator doors opening made her jump, and she briskly walked out onto the roof and into the small greenhouse. The sun was setting and refracted gorgeous beams of gold across the sky from the nearby buildings.
Heart starting to pound nervously and body trembling, Ashlynn checked the inside of the small greenhouse before pulling her hand out of her pocket, Soren crouching in her palm. Seeing him and anticipating the heaviness of the conversation made her chest tight, throat constricting with each breath.
All she could think was the same thing over and over.
Please… don’t leave me again. Don’t let me leave you… Don’t make me leave you…
Soren gestured to a shelf that was just about eye-level, so Ashlynn set him down there. There were several potted plants which, by comparison, were about as tall as Soren. There was no doubt in her mind that he felt her hand trembling the whole way. Still, she tried to remain calm. What if this was about nothing?
“Ashlynn, I… I went and talked to the Rafters, as you know,” said Soren. He sounded just as tense as Ashlynn felt.
“Rafters? They’re the main family, right?” she asked, hating the tremor in her voice. Soren nodded. Now she knew this had to be about the family relocating.
“They… were surprised at what happened, but Casper agreed with my decision,” said Soren. Ashlynn could see it in his face. There was something going on in his mind that she would have no sway over. He had made up his mind about something, and she wasn’t going to like it.
“Decision? Soren, I… I thought you were just going to talk to them and let them know what happened,” said Ashlynn.
Soren nodded stiffly. His palms felt sweaty. Every part of him vibrated with energy. He remembered a sensation like this once before, like when he first met Ashlynn; however, this was a thousand times amplified.
“I did just go and talk to them, but… I decided something too,” said Soren. Ashlynn bit her lower lip. She had to stop him. She had to say something – anything.
“Soren, wait. Before you do anything reckless, maybe you all should take some time. Get better. Don’t make any decisions rashly or emot…”
“I heard you,” said Soren suddenly. He couldn’t face her. His emotions were running wild and the only way he was going to say anything was if he turned away. Soren swiftly turned his back. He was shaking like an autumn leaf in a windstorm. Ashlynn, confused, instinctually cocked her head to the side. She felt momentarily blindsided.
“Heard me? What are you…” Ashlynn, like a punch in the gut, suddenly realized what Soren was hinting at. The color drained from her face. Time stood still. Every part of her felt adrift, lost at sea.
“You… you mean the other night?” she asked. Soren, with his back still turned, nodded. He wasn’t looking at her. He was shaking too.
So, this wasn’t about them moving. This was worse. This was about her feelings – about her confession. He heard her?
“You… heard me?”
“Every word.”
“You must’ve been dreaming,” Ashlynn said, trying desperately to explain away the words. Soren simply shook his head.
“Ashlynn, I didn’t dream your kiss.”
Ashlynn’s hands covered her mouth, stormy blue-grey eyes wide as saucers. She took an involuntary step backward. Emotions in a freefall, she was beyond mortified. Panicked, Ashlynn desperate tried to think of something – anything – to say to make it better.
“Soren, please…. I can explain,” said Ashlynn. It was the way Soren held himself that told her he would see through any fib or alternative thing to say. His back was still toward her. Even from this distance, she could see him shaking harder. His arms wrapped around his torso.
Tears welled up in Ashlynn’s eyes.
So… they were leaving… because of what she said.
No.
Please no.
Then it hit her. If this was going to really be goodbye, she needed to come out with it – everything. There was no way around it…
She took a breath.
“Fine… I’ll come clean. You want the truth? Here it is,” said Ashlynn. She was barely holding it together as her throat continued to constrain. Every ounce of her grappled with the emotions welling up in her heart. Her heart could not have been pounding harder or faster than in this very moment.
“I missed you when we were apart, maybe more than I should have. I don’t know when or how, I don’t even know if it makes any sense, but I’m in love with you.”
Ashlynn watched as Soren kept his back to her, arms still wrapped around his torso. Still shaking. What was going on in his head? What was happening? Like a jenga tower, everything felt like it was balanced one moment and collapsing the next.
“I didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid. Okay? Yeah, I get scared too. I was scared of messing up our friendship because I wanted something more. I know you and didn’t want it to seem weird or like I was trying to intrude into your life. It’s just… I’ve never felt more at home than when I was with you, and Dorian and Rey and Mayzie. You… you’re my guy. You saved me and helped me be a better person, better than I deserve. You’re funny and caring and bold. You helped me be a part of a family, and I didn’t want to ruin it by being selfish,” stammered Ashlynn. Every word spilled out after the next.
She bit the inside of her cheek, now shaking and fighting back tears.
“Soren… please… don’t leave. I swear, I’ll never do anything to hurt you or the family. I… just want us to stay together. I never said anything before because I was terrified you wouldn’t feel the same because we’re so different, but… are we really?”
Soren’s arm lifted to cover his face. He was shaking his head.
No.
She was losing him.
Ashlynn stepped up to the shelf and carefully placed her fingertips on the edge of the shelf by him.
“Soren, please. I don’t know what else to say. I’d never force you into anything you didn’t want. I know what I feel, and that’s all. I know I love you. Please… say something.”
Ashlynn waited several seconds in pure silence as tears streamed down her cheeks. Wincing at the pain in her heart, she lowered her forehead and pressed it against the shelf Soren was standing on.
That’s when she heard it.
A chuckle.
A laugh.
Then…
“It’s about time.”
Ashlynn looked up just in time to see Soren turn, a smile on his face and his hazel eyes glossy with tears of his own. He stepped up to her before she could pull away in surprise and, without hesitation, he kissed her on the forehead.
Ashlynn, stunned at Soren’s sudden advance, felt her entire body convulse. Her heart felt like it was about to explode with joy. Her right hand came up and pressed against his back, pulling him closer. Impulsively, she pulled away and pressed her lips against his torso, kissing him back.
All this time later… it was worth the wait.
As Ashlynn pulled away from her kiss, Soren leaning against her fingers, they knew something had begun – but now they would face it together.
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Me trying to write some Gale dialogue with Freya but every sentence makes me swoon because I'm imagining hearing his voice actually saying these lines:
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Hello :) I am new to the g/t community and I am looking for books to buy!
I read already all of @marydublinauthor @kendsleyauthor books and they are my favorite thing ever! I keep on rereading Shards but I am looking for other similar romance g/t books!
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I’ve drew a NCIS Hawaii art, Lucy and shrunken Kate!
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It’s literally midnight, and I just now jotted up a thing. IDEK what this is supposed to be, but whatever.
Word count: 567
CWs: romance, PG
Disclaimer: this is entirely unedited. Not even a reread. I apologize for bad writing and/or story.
Too Small 💕
“You know, for a rich guy, you’ve a really small bed,” I thought aloud, laying next to him as I stared at the ceiling. The statement itself wasn’t really accurate, seeing as we both fit on the mattress with room to spare. The size was more than enough for a single teen boy.
“What makes you think I’m rich?” he asked tiredly.
“You’re the son of the chief, Nate. You can’t tell me you’re not loaded,” I challenged. “And it’s true—your bed’s pathetic.”
I waited a second, expecting a cocky response about my size. Or even proportionally, how my own room and furniture was all half the size and quality of anything he owned.
“Fix it, then,” my Link mumbled.
I did a double take, ripping my gaze from the ceiling to him. His stifled grin told me I’d heard correctly, and I couldn’t help mirroring one of my own.
“Nerd,” I whispered before planting a peck on his lips. White light flashed before he could return it, and I found myself lounging across his forehead rather than fitting perfectly beside him like before. Gold bangs tickled my skin, and the relief of my magic caused me to let out a long sigh.
But I didn’t get hardly a moment to relax before large digits hovered closer. His muscles wiggled about beneath me as he moved his eyebrows in a bad attempt to try seeing me better. Carefully, his hand moved to pluck me from his face. It was clumsier than I’d ever seen Nathen’s calculated movements before. A couple of his fingers even bumped into my side.
My breaths echoed off his skin as he shifted. He took care to move his body around his hand before placing me on the pillow beside him. It didn’t have much give to my insignificant weight, but that was the last thing on my mind.
He held himself right above me, his entire body being no less than the atmosphere itself. Next to me, his hands rest on either side. And below was a seemingly endless mountain of sheets and bedding before it dropped off to a ground far beyond what I could see.
Nathen drew closer, eyes holding a slight tease that made me gulp. Never before had he held such a playful attitude, but I wasn’t about to stop him now.
“Better?” he asked. Rather than whispering like normal, he actually used his voice with the question. It vibrated around me with such volume I thought my head might burst in amazement.
I gave a shaky nod, no longer attempting to hide how much he was setting off my instincts.
He shifted his weight to the left, causing me to roll a couple times before I could regain my balance. This elicited a rumbling chuckle that made my very bones melt.
“You know,” he started, still using his voice to speak. It was quiet enough it caused no pain, exactly. More like a tingling shiver. “You should probably get used to this bed.” He pulled in even closer, to the point here his always-perfect breath washed over me. Finally, the soft skin of his lips pressed against my face and upper body suffocatingly.
Weightlessness surrounded me on all sides. From the endless pillow beneath me to the familiar presence above. I sighed as I kissed back.
He wouldn’t need to worry—I’d get used to it very quickly.
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Ready or Not (GT)
A Print/Trinket Universe Story
In which Everly is a little too successful in distracting Micah from doom-scrolling.
Word count: ~3k
Characters belong to me and the lovely @marydublin5 💕
((More Micah and Everly))
Warning: Consensual fearplay 🌸
Touring was always a mixed bag. On one hand, Everly got to see more of the world than she ever thought possible. She got to see Micah ride the high of performing on stage. On the other, she more often than not had to play the role of the quiet, dutiful employee. She still had her moments with Micah, but they were nothing compared to the bursts of lazy days that staying in his home allotted.
One thing was certain. She could not stand the week leading up to a tour. While she was content to spend the days quietly prepping and spend the nights soaking in some relaxation, Micah was a live wire all hours.
He was a strange mix of pumped and nervous, as he always was just before a song drop or a tour. Album and song downloads for his latest drop had been astronomical, but he seemed to think that all of his talents would up and vanish right before he got on stage. He was ready—she knew that, everyone knew that. Now if only he could get the message.
It was nights like these that made her wish his usual self-assured attitude would make an appearance.
Everly was already dressed for bed—a silken tank top and shorts—lying facedown on one of Micah’s many pillows. Her chin was propped on her folded arms, legs kicking idly in the air. Micah was propped against the headboard. With each scroll through his phone, he only seemed to grow more agitated. He was still fully clothed from the day, too distracted to be even semi-engaged in their conversation, let alone change.
Everly propped herself up on her elbows. “What do you think about stopping at that alien-themed cafe outside Phoenix like last time? They were weirdly accommodating.”
“Mhm.” Scroll, scroll, scroll.
“Oh, and what about the museum in Atlanta? We’ll get a chance to stop by there, right?”
Lip bite. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
She huffed. “I’m about to strip naked and do a backflip off the pillow, are you watching?”
“Of course, babe.” His eyes didn’t budge from the screen.
Fed up, pushed herself to hands and knees. He barely seemed to notice her clambering onto his stomach, but he certainly noticed when she shoved his phone right out of his hand. His wide eyes finally landed on her, and he stared dumbly for a few seconds before uttering, “Wait, did you say you were gonna strip?”
“You know, I don’t think you deserve it.” She crossed her arms and kicked his wrist when he reached for his phone. “Nope. No. You’re not gonna touch that.”
Finally, he seemed to be more present.
He raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Oh.”
To her mild surprise, he relaxed back and didn’t touch his phone. Something mischievous glinted in his eyes as he assessed her on top of him, leading to some kind of bizarre staring contest. She knew she had him when a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. She tilted her chin up and held her ground.
“Bossy,” he said. “You know, I almost miss when you used to be intimidated by me.”
Her stony expression cracked so she could scoff. “Me? Intimidated by you? When was that? Was I even there?” Lie. She could remember all too vividly how uncertain and bashful she’d been when they first reunited. But other than that…
“I beg to differ.” He moved his hand, but thankfully not for his phone. His fingertips traced her side. “You were skittish the first night we met—and a lot of nights after that, too. Sure you were putting up a tough front, but you, light of my life, were…” He pinched her hip. “Jumpy.”
She swatted his fingers off. “Please! You were too drunk to remember, anyway.” Dropping to all fours, she crawled up his belly, up his chest, closer to his face. “You, pain in my ass, have never been scary. At least not to me.
His eyes lit up brighter. “Wanna bet?”
“Oh, you’re trying to rob me of my paycheck now?” She laid face down and propped her elbows on his chest. If it was a game he wanted, fine. As long as he kept him checking his social media post analytics for five minutes, she’d happily play along.
“No money involved. I just wanna prove you wrong.” A fingertip traced her spine. “You’ve inspired me. I’m wondering how different things would be if I weren’t so… unbelievably kind and charismatic that fire night. Like… what if I had chased you down instead of the other way around?”
She laughed. “Yeah, right. You never would’ve caught me.”
“Oh?”
“Oh.” Her grin widened. “There would’ve been plenty of places to hide, and you were too drunk to do the most basic tasks of your job. So there.”
“Well, there’s plenty of places to hide here. But I’m not drunk, and I’d hate to have that advantage over you…”
“Even sober, you wouldn’t be a problem.”
He gave her a long look. A hand slowly wrapped around her waist, giving her plenty of opportunity to back out. “So, let’s go, then.”
Truth be told, she wasn’t sure exactly how he intended to prove his point, but she had all his focus, and she was keen on keeping it. She pushed his fingers closed around her. “Let’s.”
With that, he scooped her up and leaned over the side of the bed to set her on the ground. She stepped back, watching with a little frown as he laid back and covered his eyes with his forearm.
Then, he started counting.
“Fifty, forty-nine, forty-eight…”
“Hide and seek? Seriously?” When he ignored her and kept counting, she rolled her eyes. “Wow, are you sure you can count backward from there?”
He counted louder. “Forty-five, forty-four…”
She raised her voice. “Come on, that’s not enough time!”
Micah went on regardless.
A tingle shot through her limbs. Maybe it was the angle from the floor, or the way the countdown dwindled menacingly, but she started sprinting. Thankfully, the carpet was more than enough to silence her steps. She paused in the middle of the room and turned all around. Hiding under the bed or dresser felt way too obvious. Just about every piece of furniture she could reach would be searched first.
She glanced at the window and briefly thought about scaling the inside of the curtains. One twitch would give away her position, and she’d be a sitting duck for him to snatch.
“Dammit, Micah,” she whispered, having been ready for bed.
The closet door was ajar. The darkness inside was promising. She ran for it, reaching the shadows just as he neared the end of his countdown. The inside of the closet was stupidly massive. She couldn’t even see the end of it without the light on. And these were only his casual daily clothes.
True to his nature, Micah started dragging out the numbers playfully near the end, giving her plenty of time to decide on a place to hide. She found a narrow raised ledge behind a low rack of jackets. There was room for her to bolt if she needed to. She wasn’t cornering herself, she insisted, keeping her eyes on the exit route while she positioned herself.
She listened closely as he moved through his cavern of a bedroom. As she suspected, he searched all the obvious spots first. She even heard the sound of him moving the pillows, as though she would have climbed back onto the bed to trick him.
Although she felt mostly secure, her breath was still coming in quick bursts that she couldn’t explain. It was just a game. A silly game to keep his hyperactive mood occupied. And the fact that he insisted on being so corny about it only solidified that.
“Where did that unruly little print get to?” he called in a singsong voice.
Everly rolled her eyes, but she flattened her back against the wall when the closet door opened wider. His shadow darkened the entry. The light flicked on—a glittering chandelier in the center that threw rainbows in every direction. She held perfectly still, able to see his long legs stroll casually inside.
She found herself wishing that they had set some sort of time limit. He seemed to be enjoying his ability to drag this out.
Much to her advantage, he started his search on the opposite side of her. While he was occupied delicately digging through drawers, she formulated her next move. Carefully, she peeled herself away from the wall and tried to keep her legs from trembling with nerves.
While he had his back turned, she silently ran to the ottoman that separated them. There was no space underneath it—not that she was aiming to hide there anyway. She simply watched his shadow and waited until he was on the move again. Then she tactfully made her way around the side of the ottoman, keeping it between herself and Micah as he circled the closet.
If she could find a spot he had already searched, he’d have to give it up eventually. Her heart pounded like a drum each second she was exposed to the light, even though she had a healthy amount of cover.
A game, she reminded herself. Don’t be so serious.
Peeking around the side of the ottoman, she saw him on the far side of the closet now. He pounced at the space behind the shirts, shoving them aside like he meant to startle her. And although she was as far from him as possible, she still gave a little jump and covered her mouth to keep a squeal from coming out.
Without wasting another second, she ran to the set of low drawers he had already searched. Instead of handles, there was a gap at the top of each drawer, just wide enough for her to squeeze through. She scaled up to the second-to-highest drawer and slipped inside. She doubted he’d dig through his precious collection of ties and pocket squares twice.
As she made her way deeper and tried to bury herself as discreetly as possible, she didn’t realize how low the back of the drawers were. When she reached the end, her foot slipped off the edge, startling her enough to give a cry.
Immediately, she pulled her leg back up and covered her mouth, but it was too late.
The sounds of Micah’s searching stopped. She willed him to think the sound was just his imagination and go back to digging through pants pockets. But as it turned out, he was just as bad at obeying her silent orders as her outright demands.
“Evy,” he crooned. “This’ll all be much easier if you just tell me where you are.”
His footsteps slowly approached the drawers. It was as though each one of his movements was measured to make her heart pound harder. Despite herself, she grinned behind her hand and wanted to squeak at the thrill of it.
To her relief, he started with the bottom drawer and seemed to be making his way up. The low back of the drawer may have doomed her, but it could also buy her some time. If she waited for the right moment, she could slip down to the next drawer, all the way until he left.
She stayed coiled underneath the cool fabric of a tie and held her breath, ready to make her escape after he opened and closed the drawer directly beneath her.
But he was cleverer than she gave him credit for.
It was like he read her mind and knew where she was all along. He skipped the drawer beneath her and pulled her wide open. Light blinded her. She screamed and tried to scramble down to the next drawer, but it was no use.
“There you are,” he said, a wolfish grin in his voice.
She almost made it, but he yanked the drawer all the way open and caught her leg at the last second. It wouldn’t have made a difference. That didn’t stop her from squirming and kicking to free herself from his hold. He dragged her to the center of the drawer, but instead of plucking her up, he released her. She fell on a heap among his ties.
“Ugh, I’m too tired to run again,” she groaned.
“Not a problem.”
Apparently, he had no intentions of starting another round anyway. Not when he had her right where he wanted her. He removed the drawer entirely, making her yelp in astonishment. She dropped to a crouch to keep from falling over as he carried the drawer to the ottoman. He set it down on the center, then leaned down and braced his hands on either side of the drawer.
For a few moments, he simply stared. She was used to him towering over her, but the look on his face sent involuntary shivers up her spine. It was the same look he gave during photoshoots when he was instructed to play the bad boy. The dangerous boy.
Except here, she could almost buy it.
“I don’t take kindly to prints who ruin my ties,” he said. One hand lifted toward her, the back of a finger trailing her arm. “Now, what’ll I do with you?”
For all her tiredness, she couldn’t help but give it one last good fight. She bolted, hoping to take him by surprise. He was ready for that. He grabbed a lavender tie and unraveled it at a leisurely pace. She vaulted onto the ottoman and almost made it to the edge, but he stretched the tie in front of her like a wall to block her path.
She skidded to a stop just in time to barely bump against the barrier, but she lost her balance and fell backward onto her hands and butt. She scuttled back as he herded her with the tie.
“I think you’d look much better in this,” he said, his voice nearly a purr.
He closed the distance, catching her waist in the fabric and forcing her to stand. He looped it around her once, twice, his hands flying too fast for her to keep track of. She tried to wriggle herself free and duck away, but he pulled on both ends, tightening the fabric around her.
She panted. “Really fucking creative—” Her words were stolen as he lifted her with the tie. She shrieked and held on for dear life. As much as she trusted him, having her legs dangle over a bone-breaking fall was enough to make her doubt anyone.
He brought her up to eye level, looking utterly pleased with himself. “I told you it’d be easier if you just told me where you were.”
He carried her to the bed and deposited her on the pillow she had started on. When he climbed onto the mattress, he watched with blatant amusement as she struggled to unravel herself from the tie. Even without the tension of him pulling on the fabric, the slippery combination of her nightclothes and the silken tie did not make things any easier. It took her a good half a minute to get out of the snare. The moment she kicked the last of it off, she crawled hurriedly for the edge of the pillow.
“That’s my Ev,” he said affectionately. “You don’t give up, do you?”
She dropped to the mattress, but that seemed to be precisely where he preferred her. He adjusted himself, corralling her with his arm and torso. Everywhere she turned was him.
Grumbling, she walked over to his chest and gave him a shove. He pretended to gasp in pain, which was worse than any other reaction he could’ve had. With a huff, she sat down and crossed her arms.
He grinned down at her. “Aw, don’t be a sore loser just ‘cause I scared you.”
“Honestly, I forgot about that part. I’m just mad you found me.” She shrugged. “But you didn’t scare me.”
“I did too.”
“You did not.”
“Really?”
He moved again—this time far more dramatically. He braced himself on his hands and loomed right over her. That dumb face made its appearance again—his eyes going dark and cold, mouth set in a sinister smirk. He breathed deeply and leaned down, looking ready to devour her, stubbornness and all.
Her heart skipped a beat—and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. She backed up slowly.
“Game’s still on, then,” he murmured.
Everly laughed despite herself and plunged under the covers. She crawled frantically, trying to be unpredictable in her direction. His bed was stupidly massive to match his casual closet, so at least she had that to her advantage.
It would’ve been easier for him to remove the sheets entirely and find her in a millisecond, but she knew he’d find no fun in that. Instead, his hand slipped in after her, feeling around fruitlessly as she tried to make herself as small and invisible as possible.
She managed to evade him for nearly a full minute before he threw himself under the sheets. At once, he spotted her and grinned. She shrieked and tried to back away, but within seconds, he had her again. He scooped his hand around her waist and brought her closer to bury her under his affections.
His smirk was gone. He was all bright—peppering her with relentless kisses and nuzzles.
“Alright!” She laughed and writhed under his tenderness. It made her give in quicker than any cold eyes or smirk could. “You win!”
He buried his cheek against her and kissed up her arm and shoulder. “You win too, babe. All this attention from me? Good for you.”
She made a gagging noise, which only earned her more kisses.
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wyll defense squad 2k23 but also if he wants me to reject halsin so he can have a monogamous storybook romance then he's gotta stop serenading lae'zel every time they're in the same room
#bg3#i have to re-plan my wyll romance run#bc the tav I made ended up having a massive problem with this#and I decided the roleplay option to have her break up with him over it was more interesting to their story#than the meta option to ignore it bc 'maybe this was a bug or dev oversight'#gt vidya gams#also people be like 'oh there's not a lot of romance content for him bc he's just subtle like that'#meanwhile man could drain a lake he's so goddamn thirsty in his banter with lae'zel#which. yeah same bro. but still they shafted him 😔
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