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silouvertongues · 1 year

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101 & 52? If they haven't been asked yet

52: nightmare by halsey

101 is dlibyh by louis <3

#hehe thank u again <3 #the way my dumbass thought there were a 100 songs hmmm #lee 🌟#asks

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stevebabey · 1 year

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part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

#at this point call this the 'can i' series #sweet boys asking each other for things they most certainly would be given <3 #but don't think they will <3 #tried to flip it and make it so even tho eddie is used to touch. the romantic touch? he's got none! that's where he's touch-starved #ALSO EVERYONE'S TAGS WERE SO NICE ON THE LAST ONE #trust i am. not feelin so bad nowadays (me saying this like 4 days later lmao)#but <3 thank u all #gay ppl in my phone.... you know what to do #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #touch-starved steve harrington #not rlly anymore hehe #does anyone notice that it ends with yet another 'can i?" question? HEHE #yet again stib gets kisses where ruby doesn't but alas <3 dis is way fluffier this time #nearly went the angst route! and went hmmmm naur #ok ok i'll be quiet now

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dragonji · 13 days

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tagged by @qujianglin to post a picrew of myself (here) and the last song I listened to!

I'll tag @allegorism @llycaons @mtsuzuka and @tothepond if y'all would like to! Anyone else is welcome to say I tagged them too 6v6

#tag games #thank u again for the tag mor MWAH<3 #i love that this picrew has an option for dyed hair ends hehe. mine wont be brown/blonde for much longer but its cute here #<just purchased bright blue dye for use within the week >:3

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druidgroves · 11 months

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big thank to @stilwaterbutcher for this cute lil drawing of georgia !! you can also hit them up if you're interested 👀

#ch: georgia tate #hehe thank u again !!! <3 #commissions

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merchantarthurn · 2 months

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Hello friend it has come to my attention the latest manga chap of WHA has Lil' Oru backstory and Lil' Oru adorable child self and I havent seen you commenting on it at all! Have I missed it. I read it and immediately thought 'My Tumblr friend whom I follow will be so excited'

yes!! ive been in bg3 hyperfixation hell so i've not been talking much about WHA in public lately but i was so excited when little utowin appeared, because i remembered he'd lived in the same town growing up and then [gestures]!!

some things which knit nicely into some interim headcanons for What Happened are that he was so young he'd not even passed the first test yet (it's neat to get a little look into more witches studying before they can pick a master - it seems like he was getting praised by a parent in one of the panels if their belt was anything to go by. not being comforted by them though.... :| i don't like either of the potential options for that). it really is Odd that he was out helping with witch duties before that, i presume they weren't the type that'd have you casting in front of non-witches. from what utowin said, witches seem in both high quantity and demand in the North for survival purposes... a part of me is curious on the side about how that's impacted the survival skills of the general populace, or if there's some changed by ancient magic level of Winterness happening up there. i saw that oddly shaped rock formation, shirahama!!

him being so young, seeing many die (the witches only mentioned adult witches dying, but i have a feeling there were also non-witch casualties given the previous flashback dream. i wonder who the two people he managed to save were?) it kills me ;;

it also has me turning his Being Mean To Agott moments over again - i'd already presumed his harshness was because he was connecting his own 'top student -> tragedy' pipeline but there's something about the happiness and praise he was receiving that makes that all the more sour (a lot of agott's more pushy moments seem born of insecurity rather than expectation). plus the river... it's interesting to me that he's the one who insisted in taking her along... and qifrey's reaction.... oh this contextttt to that moment makes qifrey's personal dread of it all the more layered.

it makes me wonder if olruggio was... kind of expecting there to be tragedy that'd snap agott out of her behaviour which... olruggio that's not okay, buddy--

#asks #ace-and-ranty #hehe >:3 thank u for prompting me ive been in a bit of a fugue with WHA #i feel like reading thing chapter by chapter just snipes my enjoyment asldkjfg so thank you!#it worked up my excitement again

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chuuyrr · 3 months

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good luck w/ school tomorrow niki !! ohmygosh 13 hours sounds so crazy but i just wanted to send you some encouragement, you got this !! ❤︎₊ ⊹ stay hydrated so you don’t get headaches throughout the day ᰔᩚ

chuuya will be waiting to pick you up outside in the evening as soon as you’re done !! and he’ll spoil you with so many kisses because of how long you were away—he missed you so much !!

REVERIE !! sorry for the late reply the 13 hour class was so hectic earlier even if was just orientation ngl (deadass had a bad tummy ache earlier because the first meal i ate was at 11:30am due to lack of breaks in between lectures smh, and commuting is not vv ideal either since i wake up around 4:45am only to arrive 6:30am for 7am, so yeah-)

so thank u sm, really !! i feel happy to be home and spoiled again by chuuya's kisses :< but most importantly, i feel even more happy to see u in my inbox as always—jumping and tackling you in hug while chuuya's looking away ⊹.(づᴗ˂⁎)˚ <3

#⋆ ˚ 💌 love letters #from reverie !#even if the day didn't go as smoothly as there were ups and downs throughout the day i still felt so happy to see and be with friends again #also there's this new major subject which i'm more thrilled about instead of being nervous about since our professors are ACTUAL doctors !!#they told us about med schools and specializations and even gave us tips on how to make studying anatomy and physiology easier #but tbh just hearing their experiences and field of works make me realize that i really am on the right course and that's something so <3 <3 #i'm sorry for rambling HSJDJDJ but yeah !! hehe thank u sm again reverie :> mwah

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 10 months

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what kind of cratures do you think the trigun gang would be?

CREATURES IN GENERAL OR SEA CREATURES. BECAUSE MY FRIEND MONTY N I WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT TRIGUN FURSONAS THE OTHER DAY. but i am the sea creature guy at heart so im gonns give u those i hope that is ok 😌 there are many benefits to being a marine biologist.

Vash: he is... so very shark coded to me. everyone looks at him and sees a dangerous killing machine. frequently covered in scars. do u see the connection here. he is specifically a thresher shark to me because of the whole sharpshooter thing and also the sad sad puppydog eyes 💙

Wolfwood: i am torn between two different types of eels for him. giant morays are more aesthetically pleasing but personally i have to go with a wolf eel both for the name and because ive worked with these guys before and theyre sooooo cool so im biased

Meryl: not technically a sea creature because she is just so bird coded to me. White-Tailed Tropicbird

Milly: is it cheating to have two cephalopods on this list. because i think i really want to say giant pacific octopus for milly. either that or a whale shark 💙 yes those are two completely different animals no i will not be taking criticism at this time

bonus Knives because i love him and i feel the most strongly about this one:

BOBTAIL SQUID.

... and also a bristle worm . for what i hope are obvious reasons

#NORMALLY THOUGH meryl is an egyptian plover #shes sooooo so very much an egyptian plover. hold on i made a post about that the other day ill reblog it again for u :] hehe #i worked at an aquarium last year and every time we would pull a bristleworm out of one of our tanks id be like ohhh my god its knives.....#i love every opportunity to push my sea creature knives agenda. hes so sea creature to me. hes so marine biologist to me.#OH MY GOD ALSO LIVIO. LIVIO IS A GOLIATH GROUPER TO ME . <3 #side note also . have you ever seen that picture of a hermit crab using a human skull as a shell #(<< the image is fake its photoshopped BUT)#thats legato. to me. except with a blueleg hermit crab. he is a blue leg hermit crab with a human skull for a shell #which is bullshit because i dont think legato deserves something that cool but alas it is unfortunately perfect for him #(<< this is /j i think legato is a cool and interesting character #i just think he has a punchable face and like 2 pretend i hate his guts cause its funny)#HI !!!! THANK U FOR GIVI G ME AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABT SEA CREATURES ILY <3333 #asks #madnessmadness #sorry if u meant like... actual land creatures. unfortunately i am the fish guy forever <3 #YES I REALIZE VASH AND KNIVES ARE TWO TOTALLY DIFFERENT CREATURES AND THAT MAKES NO SENSE BC THEYRE TWINS #BUT LIKE. I FEEL SO STRONGLY ABOUT BOTH OF THOSE THINGS #i could be persuaded to make knives a shark if needed bc there are so many cool shark species i could assign to him #but like. hes just soooo bobtail squid coded to me ive been saying that since i first saw his fuckin. snuggie in tristamp

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halftheway · 8 months

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@qspreen was kind enough to give me this url so here's a ficlet i wrote in exchange for her abt etoiles meeting mariana !!

There’s a weird yellow shape in the distance. It’s too big to be Chayanne and his floatie, Etoiles notes, so he begins moving forward with caution. Frankly, he’s also a little excited. The server has been oddly quiet lately, and though spending the afternoon with Pomme making friendship bracelets to hand out was fun (when he dropped her off with Baghera, she’d cried when she got hers), he can’t lie that he isn’t looking for adventure.

He approaches the figure sitting in the grass with a hand ready at his side, floating above the hilt of his weapon, but it’s… just a guy.

There are a lot of absent people, and Etoiles mentally runs through everyone he’s heard about, everyone that’s been gone… The list is a bit too long for his liking. Luzu is emo, he’s been told, so it’s not him. Not Spreen either, because he’s definitely looking at a human and Roier had talked just a touch too long about Spreen’s fuzzy little ears. Dan, maybe? Or Wilbur?

He reviews what he knows about Wilbur’s appearance: dark hair, glasses, yellow sweater… this person does fit the bill.

Etoiles does try to make noise as he draws closer, but he’s not quite loud enough. The man in front of him jumps when he touches his shoulder, exclaiming something in Spanish.

His heart sinks. This must be Mariana.

There’s a curse on enchanted weapons, Etoiles discovered, like the one Charlie had accidentally killed Tilín with. Breaking the news to him was difficult enough, and Etoiles had hoped if he ever met Mariana he’d have more time to prepare. He lost his own daughter because of the curse. There’s no easy way to say it.

Mariana looks up at him, brows furrowed and an axe visible on his belt. Etoiles spreads his hands, trying to communicate he’s not dangerous, and says, “I’m not here to hurt you.”

He glares at him for a second then holds up a finger as he takes out his comm and adjusts the translation settings, still scowling, then clicks it back into place on his belt when he’s done.

Etoiles does the same and repeats himself, and Mariana replies, “Then why did you fucking scare me?”

Etoiles shrugs and introduces himself, holds out a hand for him to help him up. Mariana eyes him warily but takes it, standing a good head or two taller than him, and says “I'm Mariana.” Etoiles looks him up and down, studying him.

“I'm not a fucking bug, man,” huffs Mariana. “Quit it.”

“Sorry, sorry.” How does he start? “Um, listen. Your sword, it was cursed.”

Mariana repeats cursed in a terrible French accent, making a face, and Etoiles raises an eyebrow. “Okay, sorry. Cursed?”

Etoiles nods. “All of them, the enchanted ones, the sweeping edge? It— something is wrong with it. Or, was. I think it’s been lifted now.” Mariana stares at him blankly. “What I mean to say is… your daughter. I heard what happened to her, and… I had to let you know.”

Mariana continues to look at him with no expression, so he tries again. “Her death, it wasn’t your fault.”

“My fault,” he says softly. He looks down at his hands, and Etoiles notices a bracelet around his wrist with blue pink and white stripes. He touches it, and looks up at Etoiles. “She ran in front of me, you know, trying to protect me. She was so brave.”

“I know it won’t ease the pain, but I hope it brings you a little peace.”

#thank u again for the url hehe<3 i owe u my life #and if it's ooc i am so sorry im not very familiar w etoiles cries

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