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junranghae · 2 years
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“I brought you some new clothes. Please wear them tonight.” -Patton
Request from wattpad
TW: gaslighting, past abuse mention, burn mentions, abusive Patton, threats, threatening someone with a knife, knife mention, Roman and Logan as sympathetic characters, being locked in a room, mentioned sleep deprivation(?), torn clothes, i think that's all. Let me know if I missed any.
"Veve? Are you in here? I have something for you~" Virgil squeezed his eyes shut as Patton knocked on the bathroom door. He'd only been in there for a few minutes. Patton wasn't supposed to be back for another hour, they were filming weren't they? "Veve! Open the door kiddo, I wanna give you something!"
"I'll- I'll be out in a minute Patton! I'm going to the bathroom!"
"Okie Dokie kiddo! Just be quick before I change my mind, ok?" Virgil took a deep breathe and slowly got up, he didn't want Patton to think he wasn't actually going to the bathroom, Patton didn't like when he lied. Virgil got in trouble when Patton knew he lied.
Virgil looked terrible, his clothes were gross and more tears than actual clothes, his eyeshadow was now made up of bruises instead of actual eyeshadow, he looked like he didn't know that sleep or showers were a thing. He flushed the toilet and ran his hands under the water he splashed some into his face before opening the door.
"Hey Pat! I-I thought you were filming?" Patton pulled him over to the bed. He laid laid down on the bed before pulling Virgil over him so that his head was on Patton's chest. He hummed quietly and ran his hands through Virgil's hair.
"We were Veve, but Roman decided to end early and I wanted to come hang out with you!" Why did Roman do this? He was so random with his stupid schedules, it scared Virgil. If Roman's random than that means that Patton could be back at any time, before Virgil was done cleaning. "Oh! I nearly forgot!" Patton sat up quickly causing Virgil to yell in surprise when he was pushed away from Patton. "Oops, sorry Stormcloud! Logan wants you to come to dinner and movie night tonight! So I brought you some stuff!" He went over to the corner of the room where a bag was. He picked it up and brought it over to the bed.
"I brought you some new clothes. Please wear them tonight. Your old ones are in terrible shape. I also brought you some makeup, you need to cover up those nasty bruises so that they don't see that! And a towel, you really need a shower kiddo. I don't know why he wants you to come tonight, you have been dialing back, right my love?" His voice suddenly turned dark. He looked at Virgil who whimpered and nodded his head.
"I-I have Pat, I promise!" Just like that his cheery voice was back.
"Ok Veve! I believe you! Now, you need a shower. We're having dinner in 2 hours and I don't know how long your makeup is going to take so come on!" He stood up and grabbed the towel before pulling Virgil who hissed in pain when the fresh burn on his arm was pressed on. Patton turned around and looked at him disappointedly. He sighed, "Veve, why did you hiss at me. I thought we were over this. Do I need to cancel dinner so I can punish you storm cloud?"
Virgil whimpered quietly as Patton waited for a response. "N-no, i-it was an accident! I promise! It's just- it-the- the burn, it's still fresh and it-it just- it hurts a lot, and you pressed on it, and I can't clean it, and you took the wraps, and I just-" Virgil was crying now, he didn't want a punishment, and he wanted to go to dinner, it was amazing that Patton was letting him go to dinner, he never got to leave the room now. Last time Logan had asked Patton said that Virgil was stressed and scared of him, which wasn't a complete lie, Logan was scary.
Patton was just scarier now.
"Shh, it's ok Veve," he pulled up Virgil's sleeve so he could see the burn, it looked red and painful. "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"
Virgil hiccuped, "I- i dont know. I didn't- didn't want to upset you." Patton hummed as he pulled Virgil to the bathroom and sat him down so he could look at it properly.
"We still need to take a shower, so we're gonna do that first Veve." Virgil nodded and stood up so they could take a shower.
Afterwards he quickly changed so that Patton could treat the burn fully. He tried to put his make up on as quickly as possible, which wasn't very quick since every time he tried to cover a bruise he almost cried. Patton checked him over to see if any of the marks were visible. He gave Virgil the new hoodie. It was very pretty, a mixture of purple and black fabrics and stitching, his other was just solid black. He didn't get to keep colors very often, Patton said they wouldn't stay.
"Make sure they don't see your pretty marks storm cloud. I'd hate to have to punish you more." Patton put his hand on Virgil's cheek and gently rubbed it.
"I thought-" didn't every side have to go through this to become a light side. That's what Patton said. They had to be perfect before you became a light side, because light sides are good so you have to be too. You have to go through Patton. He's the embodiment of good.
"What was that storm cloud?"
"I-nothing Patt."
"Ok Veve. We're gonna be late so we need to go."
"Ok Pat." He took Virgil's hand in his and squeezed it. It hurt when he did that and Virgil whimpered. They sunk out of Patton's room and into the living room.
When they got up the prince one was there. Roman! Remus' brother wasn't he? No. Don't think about them.
"Virgil! Are you paying attention?" Virgil jumped at his voice.
"Y-Yes S-Patt. I'm sorry. I got, um, lost. I-in my head, I mean. I'm sorry," Virgil stutters out. Logan was here now. When had Logan gotten here?
"It's alright Veve." He sounded upset. No one else was catching it. They didn't seem like they were at least. Why were they all looking at him?
"As I was saying, this is Roman and this is Logan," Logan looked... blank. Why? He wasn't gonna look like that was he? When Patton was done?
"Alright, let us get to dinner. I made it." Logan was moving now. Moving and talking, moving to a set of doors. It was never good when Patton did that. Would he be upset like Patton. No, patton wouldn't let them hurt him right? He cared. He wanted Virgil to be good right.
"So Virgil, correct?" They we're at the table now. They had made it halfway through dinner before they tried to talk to him. Only a little longer and he wouldn't have had to answer any questions in a way that would make Patton upset.
"How long have you and Patton been together?" Roman had interjected before Logan could his question. They could do that? Virgil would get in so much trouble if he had even thought of doing that.
"I-I- What?" Virgil was confused now. Were they together Patton had never said that-
"Roughly two years I think, right Veve?" His hand was on Virgil's leg, he could feel something sharp against his stomach, a warning. As if Virgil needed a threat to go along with whatever Patton said. Virgil nodded.
"Two years? Why didn't you tell us Patton? Here I thought the random guy you've been keeping in your room for the past couple years was just you being nice, but you're dating him?! Patton you rascal!"
"I don't know what you mean Roman. Me and Virgil are dating, Virgil was worried about meeting you, he was scared, he is easily scared and you're, well... but he was just staying with me."
Finally, finally dinner ended and he could go back. Maybe Patton would him sleep on the bed. He had tried his best to let Patton do the talking instead. He was good, right?
They sunk out back to Patton's room. Patton pulled him over to the bed again. Was he going let him? Maybe he was just telling Virgil to sit next to it, maybe-
"Veve? Come lay down. I wanna cuddle. You can sleep in the bed tonight. It's cold." Cuddle. He wants to cuddle. Virgil could work with cuddle. It may suck and he might not actually sleep, but if it made Patton happy and he got to be in the bed... maybe it was worth it. He crawled in next to Patton. Patton threw his hand over Virgil and buried his face in Virgil's shoulder. He quietly hummed and ran his hand up and down Virgil's side. He spoke after a minute.
"You know, you did pretty good today storm cloud. You didn't talk more than you had to, and you didn't try to talk over me, and you didn't tell Logan and Roman about your arm. Maybe you can go for dinner more often. What do you think?"
"R-really Pat?" Patton nodded into his shoulder.
"Mhm, but you need to stay good storm cloud. I'm happy you're getting better. Now go to sleep."
"Ok pat. Thank you."
///1549 words. Most of the second half wasn't proofread so I'm sorry. Also I need to go to bed since my eye bags are starting to rival Virgil's. I've had a rough week, but it's better. Maybe I'll update tomorrow. It is a long weekend. Hope you liked it!
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ikemenshakespeare · 4 years
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Day 7: “No, and that’s final.” w/ Kenshin
Original fiction or fanfiction? Fanfiction
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Warnings/Triggers: Minor violence. Mention of mental illness. Very dramatic.
Authors Note: I thought it would be fun to play with this concept. For the record I love Kenshin very much and I meant no harm towards him or his fanbase while writing it.
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“Mother, are you awake?” You were working on a commission that you received earlier that day. It was late into the night now and your daughters voice echoed in the hall.
“Come in Kiyomi.” You set your seamstress materials aside as the sliding door opened up. Your daughter entered the room wearing the new robe you sewed her. Even at only fifteen years old she had the beauty of a woman. Just looking at her made you proud. She wore her hair in a messy side ponytail, the shade the same as yours. She really did look a lot like you. The only difference was her intense eyes, both two different colors like her fathers. “I’m surprised the measurements fit so well, I really thought I might have to mend it for you again later.”
“Yeah, the robe is fine.” She sat down on her knees in front of you. She stared you down with a determined look in her eyes.
“Would you like to tell me what’s going on?” You stared at eachother in silence for a moment longer. Finally she took a deep breathe and spoke.
“Mother, I wish to visit Azuchi castle with you on your up coming trip.” You were shocked to hear her claim, this wasn’t what you were expecting. “I know what you’re gonna say. I’m aware Father isn’t gonna let me go. That’s why I’m asking you and not him.” You sighed.
“Darling, It doesn’t work that way. You know your father and I come to mutual agreements about all matters concerning you.”
“Oh yeah? That’s why he doesn’t know about the gifts, right? You know, the ones you told me not to tell him about?” Your eyes went wide, you scolded her in a whisper.
“Kiyomi, Keep your voice down! Your father is relaxing just out on the veranda, he’ll hear you.” She glanced at the cracked back door, You could both see his figure lingering in the moon light.
“Mother, these men you tell me about are like your family right? You still see them every few months and they send me gifts on my birthday every year. I want to meet them and thank them for myself. Please.” You grimaced. As much as you wanted to say yes, you knew Kenshin would never allow it. “I’ve even come up with a plan, when you’re leaving and fathers bidding you farewell I’ll sneak around the other side of the castle and follow you out. I know he’ll probably be angry when I get home but it’ll be worth it-” the room grew a few degrees cooler.
“No, and that’s final.” Kenshins deep voice reverberated through the room. His face looked as cold as stone. he stood there glaring at the two of you and If you weren’t mistaken, you could see pain behind his eyes. Kiyomi narrowed her own in response. As close as they were and as much as they loved eachother, when the two of them argued it was a match made in hell. “I’m ashamed that after all I do for my own wife and daughter the two of you would still go sneaking behind my back.” He took a sip off his sake glass.
“Kenshin, That was never the intention” You spoke quietly, guilt filling your chest. You didn’t want to lie. In fact when Kiyomi was first born gifts were being sent and Kenshin knew about them, and year after year he’d destroy whatever the item was. It didn’t matter if it was just fabric for some clothes or a baby’s toy. You had to write letters telling them not to send anymore until recently when you knew your daughter could keep a promise between the two of you.
“This isn’t your business. I was asking Mother a question, not you. If she says I can go then I will be going.” True to her character, your daughter bit back.
“Not my business? You are MY DAUGHTER.” You haven’t seen Kenshin this angry in years. He was burning with the flames of betrayal. Having you leave to Azuchi was one thing, you’d lived with them in the past and he knew the two of you wouldn’t work out if you didn’t have your freedom. But this was his little girl we are talking about. She had always been beside him since the day she came into this world and he wasn’t about to let that change. “Has your Mother ever told you the story of how she came to be with me in kasugayama castle?” His eyes glazed over with a phychotic glow, in the way you hadn’t seen since all the circumstances in which he was referring too now.
“The dungeon? How you were a complete monster to her and she somehow fell in love? What of it?” You flinched. She didn’t really mean what she was saying, the embers of anger fogged her filter. However, what was said had been said, nothing could change that now.
“I can say in a way you’re right.”
“Ah!-” he snatched her by the arm causing her to screech. A flash of regret passed his eyes but he stayed on course for what he was about to do.
“But like you said, she did come to love me still. Maybe if I do the same with you I’ll get lucky and you’ll share the same fate. You will learn to love and respect your own father!” The door into the halls was ripped open with the tip of his sword. You could hardly move your body, waves of horror rendered you paralyzed. They were halfway down the corridor before you forced yourself to your feet. Racing to rescue your daughter.
“KENSHIN!” You grabbed at his shoulder, trying to stop him but he easily shook you off.
“She will learn MC.” Your daughter stumbled to keep up with his fast moving footsteps and you continued to grab at his kimono with the hopes of reasoning with him.
“You know this isn’t the way!” Your voice cracked with despair as your daughter kicked and screamed her way towards the dungeons. Once again you could see hesistation in his eye but the illness didn’t allow him to faulter. You heard footsteps running your way. Sasuke, Yukimura, And Shingen appeared.
“My lord?!” Sasuke was just as alarmed as you. “What’s going on?”
“Shut up!” He pointed his sword towards Sasuke.
“Uncle!” Kiyomi cried. Yuki stood up to him next.
“I don’t know what this is about but you need to stop, this is madness!” Kenshins eyes were large and blood thirsty.
“I’ll kill you all if you take one more step towards my family!”
“Kenshin that’s enough.” Shingen pulled out his sword and stepped between Sasuke and the blade. “Must it really come to this?” Kenshins sword clattered against Shingens. A gut wrenching scream came from Kiyomi.
“ILL GO! ILL GO WILLINGLY JUST PLEASE DONT FIGHT! PLEASE!” Your heart was braking, tears streamed down both of your cheeks. How did things come this far over such a small request. Surprisingly Kenshin dropped his sword first and looked at Shingen.
“You heard my angel. Now move.” Reluctantly he did. You all stood just above the underground dungeons and heard the cling of steal bars shutting. When Kenshin emerged once more, he was alone. “I promise, she won’t be there for long. She just needs to learn.” He walked past the four of you. Not looking back even once.
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WHAT A FUN IDEA! I would like to request Oikawa for 7 minutes in heaven and/or Kuroo for spin the bottle! If either of these boys have already been suggested just ignore. I just wanted to add them as a request for this fun prompt. I Look forward to seeing any and all characters requested that you write! As well as any other request because darling you are a phenomenal writer and I adore your writings 💕keep up the great work!
Lol well I did get Kuroo taken care of - I’ll link him below Oikawa’s BUT!!! I haven’t done an Oikawa one yet! You are an absolute delight, love - when I read your request I pretty much smiled all day - I’m so thankful you enjoy my writing
Oikawa Tooru: 7 Minutes in Heaven
Were you lucky? Not in the least.
Were you great at making it seem like lucky chance? Hell yes.
You’d called all your friends over to your place for a party. A friend of yours being Matsukawa, who knew the young man you’d had your eye set on for a while now… Oikawa Tooru. And of course Mattsun knew this, and Makki, and Iwaizumi. Though the latter didn’t really seem to care all that much in who you were interested in as much as the first two, he still helped play wingman when he could.
It was plainly obvious to everyone looking in that you had the biggest, cutest, awkward crush on the one guy that every girl in university had a crush on.
Did you care? Not in the least.
Though your plan had a specific start time you wanted - not until halfway through the game. Not yet. The bottle had already been spun by everyone in the group at least twice. You’d ended up in the closet with Kuroo, who only seemed to throw pun after pun at you, with Tendou, who kept hinting that he’d spill the beans on your crush if you didn’t give him half your lunch after your shared class, and lastly with Suga, who made pleasant conversation with you about the future and what you had planned for it.
Oikawa hadn’t really seemed to notice your being taken away, didn’t really seem to notice anything beyond his teasing Iwaizumi for going into the closet with Kiyoko, a girl who’s WAY out of his league. To say you felt disheartened at the fact would be an understatement. You’d completely deflated by the time the third round had started.
He hadn’t even looked at you. Not once. Were you wrong to find interest in him? Were you really so beneath him that he wouldn’t even acknowledge you?
Mattsun bumped his shoulder against yours, “Stop frowning, your face will get stuck that way.” You pouted up at him, silently showing your cracking heart, but he simply bumped you again. “I think everyone’s getting bored of the game… Plan ‘Trap the King’ is a go.” He winked over at Hanamaki, who, without so much as a warning, grabbed Oikawa’s drink and immediately dumped its contents onto Oikawa’s lap.
An outcry of surprise, Oikawa jumped to his feet, trying to brush off what liquid hadn’t seeped into his pants already, “What the hell, Makki?”
“Whoops.”
Violently blushing as the group laughed at his misfortune, Oikawa huffed angrily, “Now I’ve gotta go clean up, you dick! It’s gonna be all sticky.” Embarrassed, humiliated, his pout quivered in his rapidly draining strength to not let his flustered tears slip past his control.
Guilt immediately overtook your heart. You didn’t want him to cry. You hadn’t meant to completely humiliate him in front of his closest friends…. Was it possible to deflate a second time? You curled into yourself, bringing your knees to your chest and staring at the bottle with a blank expression. You’d done this. All because you were too scared to just tell him to his face how you felt.
While he’d quickly escaped to the bathroom to clean himself up, Hanamaki smirked as he went to work. Flipping the cup over, he taped a flat magnet to its center - so it didn’t tilt when set on his base. Then he grabbed the bottle, hooking a paperclip into the lip of the bottle and spinning it. The magnet wasn’t strong enough for the paperclip to immediately be drawn to the cup, but the spin of the bottle was a bit slower, and where it would have continued it’s path would stop and point directly at Oikawa’s cup.
“Plan ‘Trap the King’, phase ‘Plant the Attraction’ completed.” Hanamaki responded around what you could only understand as his attempt at a walkie talkie’s feedback static.
“I don’t feel good about you do-“
Mattsukawa nudged you a bit harder than you expected, making you cut off mid admonishment and slightly lose hold of your legs. “Shush, this is gonna help. Give it to him.”
You frowned as you held the liter of Oikawa’s favorite soda in your hands…”You guys are really pushing for this, huh?” Now was your turn to blush at how quick they were to help set the stage for you. You’d simply told them you’d wanted to get into the closet with Oikawa… and they’d taken it from there without any further direction from you.
Iwaizumi shrugged noncommittally, though the desperation in his eyes plainly showed what a blessing your interest in his best friend was doing for him. “You dating him is literally giving us all the break we need from babysitting him.”
“As much as he is entertaining, and easy to prank… It’s just too easy sometimes, there’s no chase there anymore.” Kuroo admitted with a rolled lip scowl, Makki nodding in agreement silently as he tried the bottle once more, seeing the same results.
“He’s really annoying.” Was Kiyoko’s deadpan admission, having Suga almost choke on his drink as he went to swallow. Harsh… But true, he’d have to agree.
The bathroom door closed, making you let out a sigh filled with anxiety and fear, everyone who’d been so invested in convincing you further now breaking off into smaller conversations and pretending they hadn’t just been planning or helping. Oikawa entered the living room, a sour scowl on his face as he took his seat, pushing against Hanamaki’s shoulder roughly, “Dick.” He muttered, making the pinket smirk with pride. “Who’s turn is it?” His voice was a bit more… frustrated than you were used to, but you simply raised your hand, “Then go?”
Was this really a good idea? He was obviously in a bad mood now… Did you really want to trick him while he wasn’t… himself? That in itself, you knew, was wrong thinking - since Oikawa now is the same as Oikawa 20 minutes earlier. The changing of his attitude didn’t make him a completely different person, it’s just who he is.
Steeling your nerves, you reached forward and spun the bottle, feeling everyone’s eyes turn to watch the glass clicking against the hardwood floor. You’d tried to spin it with the same force as Hanamaki had for his testing of the trick.
Too late, you remembered the soda Matsun had given you - reaching it out towards Oikawa silently. His light brown eyes easily showed his surprise as he took it from you, but didn’t open it. “What? You going to dump this on me, too?”
Hanamaki smirked still, glancing at the bottle of soda before looking back t Oikawa, “Is that an invitation?”
“Oh…. Oh… OH!” Bokuto called from behind Kuroo, leaning on the tall cats head as he watched the bottle point directly at Oikawa; Who had missed the weird way it’d wavered away from landing on Iwaizumi. “Looks like you’re saved from a soda shower, Tooru.” Oikawa looked at the bottle… Was that a blush you saw? Blinking, the color was gone, and you figured you’d just imagined it.
You didn’t wait, standing from your place and pointing at Matsukawa, “7 Minutes.”
He nodded, “Right, an hour. Gotcha.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to put up a fight, knowing he would keep the right time regardless of his teasing. Oikawa practically stomped to the closet, walking in before you and leaning against the back wall with crossed arms.
Was he angry he got picked by you? Or just embarrassed about the soda spill still? You closed the closet door behind you… finding this closet was much much smaller than you remembered it being. The silence followed almost immediately, and for a split second you forgot how long you’d been in the closet… The weight of the quiet room had you feeling like you’d been in there with him for hours.
“Are you angry wi-“
“I bet you wanted to be in here with someo-“
Both of you stopped, not wanting to interrupt the other, or talk over each other… But both stopping, neither continued. Not until you finished his accusation in your head. “You.. You think I wanted to be in here with someone else?” You couldn’t see his expression, but you could feel his dejection rolling off him in waves. “What gave you that idea?”
He huffed, like a tantrum throwing child, “You didn’t tell Mattsun to keep the time any other time you came in here. Didn’t want to spend too much time with someone who looks like they peed their pants, huh?” Was he serious? Your look of disbelief was having a hard time remaining on your face, a smile wanted to break out - you wanted to laugh just a bit.
“That… That was more for your benefit..” You whispered, piquing his curiosity.
“My benefit?”
You shrugged this time, “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable in your soiled pants.” He could hear the smirk in your voice, making him whine out in distaste, “Tooru….” You reached forward and found his hand in his crossed arms, pulling it free so you could hold it in both of yours, “I’m sorry… About earlier…”
Oikawa, again, huffed.. though this time it was to brush off your apology, “You didn’t do any-“
“Yes, I did.” Now or never, right? You’d wanted to be in a close space with him, but now it was all ruined because how you’d gone about it. Or rather, how Makki had gone about it. “I… I wanted to….” You sighed tiredly, trying to find the words that just would not come out. He waited. Patiently, it surprised you he hadn’t interrupted with a tease. “I wanted to rig the game so I’d choose you or you’d choose me….”
None of the dots connected in his head, yet. “So what does that have to do with my soda bath?”
A snort came out, unintentionally, and you quickly apologized for its escape. “I… Well… I kind of told Makki and Mattsun… About my wanting to rig the game.” The pieces came together in his head, and he went to take his hand away, but you held it tight, “BUT I didn’t tell them to do that! I would never tell them to embarrass you.” He stopped struggling, “The truth is… I’m too scared to confess anywhere else than a rigged closet game with you.”
“Wait….” Oikawa couldn’t help but smirk, “Makki spilled the soda on me, so you could confess? How does that even work?” Had he just… ignored the fact that you’d confessed?
“Magnets.”
“oh….”
You nodded, holding his hand still in both of yours, “I’m sorry… Really sorry… So instead of this closet being remembered for your rejecting my confession, it’s going to be remembered for my apologizing for a rigged game gone wrong..”
Oikawa smirked as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. No warning. No telltale of his proximity. Nope. Just a quick peck to your forehead before he was pinching your cheek like an old grandmother would, “You’re cute, ______, but you really need to work on your plans more…” Heart hammering in your chest, you leaned your head forward to rest on his chest, embarrassed now in his reaction. “Good thing your amazing boyfriend is going to help you out.”
Reeling back, you stammered in confusion, in shock, “B-bo-boyfriend? I- We- Wait-“ He leaned down and kissed your lips tenderly, but too quick for you to really enjoy the feel, pulling back again.
“I’ll reject your confession, but now you can remember my accepting your heart.”
Simple. Easy. Clean, cut, dry. Done deal.
The doors opened, “Times u- Hey!” You had reached out and pushed Mattsun back, pulling the doors closed once more before wrapping your arms around Oikawa’s neck and bringing your lips to his. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t pause or poke fun at your wanting more time with him. “Alright… Hour it is, then.” You could hear Matsukawa chuckle.
Kuroo Tetsurou:
7 Minutes in Heaven Here
Spin the Bottle Here
Additionally, if you felt either of the above didn’t hit his character - I am 100% open to hearing what you think and if you’d like a request redone! No problemo!
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story-timeteon · 6 years
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Captured Pt. 4
Vuzabar feels a hand to his lips; muffling his screams. He bites down hard and taste blood as he hears an equally muffled yelp of pain.
The room is dark save for a small window, letting in the cold moonlight. As Vuzabar’s eyes get accustomed to the darkness he sees an old man. The man’s other hand is holding one finger by his lips and quietly hushes at the troll.
“My name is Tom and if you release my hand I will let go of your mouth but you need to be quiet otherwise Master will wake up.” Vuzabar nods and opens his mouth, granting him a sharp hiss from Tom.
Tom is a very gaunt old man with long unkempt hair. He looks well into his late years with hair white as snow and more shriveled than a raisin. He moves quickly over to a table standing in the moonlight and waves his arm around muttering to himself about misplacing items. He finally found a piece of cloth and wraps it around the hand before tying a clumsy knot on the makeshift bandage.
Vuzabar looks at the old man in slight confusion; the man had spoken in zandali, the troll language. He had a weird accent but it was understandable.
“How… How do you know Zandali?” Vuzabar had to know.
“I guessed right then?” Tom smiled back at him, with only a few teeth left in his old mouth. As he turned around in the moonlight Vuzabar can see that Tom’s eyes are almost as white as his hair, he snarl as he has only seen the undead with such eyes. Tom gestures to keep the voice down.
“Easy there fella, you don’t want to wake Master believe you me.” Tom navigates the room, despite his apperent poor eyesight, with relative ease as he walks closer to Vuzabar again and sits down on a chair next to the troll.
“I guess introductions are in order, no not me. You were brought here a couple of days ago, most of us didn’t think you’d make it.” He waves his hand outward “This here is Gilbert, dont let his face fool you he’s quite the master at cooking!” Vuzabar looks in confusion at the empty spot that Tom points towards. Suddenly someone clears his throat on the opposite side of Tom and starts speaking in a soft voice in a language Vuzabar doesn’t know. “Yes yes Gilbert Gildranel potato potato.” Tom responds in Zandali to the other person. It’s clear that Tom isn’t properly present, he had same pronunciation on both potatoes.
Vuzabar have seen this kind of person before when he was in Zul'Drak, usually emerging from the shadows. Tall and with glowing eyes; their skin different hues of blues or purples that help them blend in with the darkness around them.
Vuzabar interrupt the conversation between Tom and Gilguy. “Where are we and how do I get back home?” Tom’s face turns sad as he “looks” at Vuzabar. “Hate to be the bearer of bad news but… This IS your home now.” His face lights up again. “But don’t you worry Master will take good care of you yes he will!” Gilguy seems to have had enough and goes back to bed. He says something in that foreign language before laying down in a corner with straw. Vuzabar is suddenly made extremely aware of his own bed, nothing more than a layer of straw on top of a stone floor, and by extension the chain going from the wall to his neck. He was quite stuck. He felt stronger, though not as strong as he had been, and tried to open the collar but to no avail. He’d have to wait and it infuriated him; he couldn’t be stuck here, there were hordes of undead still plaguing his home. Suddenly the fury was gone, replaced with exhaustion, and he fell into deep and empty sleep.
He woke up to the sound of a cane clicking against the stone floor, it was the fat goblin again. Sunlight was streaming in from the little window and there were lamps hanging from the ceiling. He saw a lot more people when the light shone brightly and they had all laid in a position of worship aimed at the goblin. The goblin himself was short, fat, and green and had to waddle as he moved anywhere. For a split second the red haze filled his view before it disappeared again, leaving him extremely exhausted. The goblin grinned at Vuzabar and took a hold of his head and started turning it back and forth as if inspecting an animal. Vuzabar wanted to bite, kill, maim, anything but as quickly as the thoughts entered they also left, leaving him more and more exhausted. He got away a weak growl at the inspection which rewarded him with a sharp hit from the cane before the inspection continued. Suddenly there was a bright voice coming from the door and a female goblin entered, barely developed, and started talking to the other goblin. They discussed for a while many times pointing at Vuzabar and the fat goblin stomped off while the young goblin sat down next to Vuzabar and stared in childish wonder.
She bombarded him with questions in Orcish, learnt from adventurers that was relieved to see him not being hostile to them, and he did his best to answer but something kept draining his energy.
She grinned widely at him and pointed with a giggle “You’re my champion!” she then threw herself around his neck and hugged him tightly. She waved as she left leaving him confused once again.
A couple of days passed, everyone else in the room left at sunrise and came back at sundown, usually looking tired and bruised. Vuzabar was still chained to his “bed” though but the others brought food with them for him that they barely was able to give to him from fear. The first few days he snarled at them for showing such fear to his weakened state, but it didn’t change anything in their behavior. He started getting bigger again as well, gaining both weight and mass at an alarming rate. Then one day it was his turn.
The girl skipped in and looked at Vuzabar, shortly thereafter came two oafs; one grabbed the chain tightly and the other unlocked it from the wall, like a chain leash. As he growled at the oafs the girl thwacked him with a metal rod, not hard just a slight sting.
“No, Ruffles, no growling. We’re going to do something fun today!” She giggled again and started skipping out of the room, the oafs following shortly thereafter bringing Vuzabar with them. The sun had just reached zenith and Vuzabar shielded his eyes from the brilliant burning sun. The girl, that told him to call her Princess, led him around town like a parade and a few of the residents stopped and gawked at the weird troll, the ones they were used to weren’t as blue or hairy as Vuzabar. After one round through the small town she pointed at a big cage in the middle of an otherwise open place. “There, Ruffles, that’s where the fun will happen!” The oafs walked into the cage with Vuzabar and set him free, giving him a hard shove to stop any advances, and then quickly got out and closed the gate. “First, Ruffles, you get to sparr I’ve heard it’s important so your sparring partner will be… That bug!” Princess points further into the cage at a big scorpion. The pit had been prepared with some weapons before he had gotten there and he picked up one shield and one mace. “And begin!” It was over a few seconds after it began; Vuzabar blocked the stinger with the shield, cracking the shield from the big stinger, and then smashed the head of the scorpion easily crushing the exoskeleton with the mace. Princess clapped happily and squealed in delight at her champion’s victory and a couple of bystanders that stopped to watch applauded politely, knowing full well that it was an easy fight.
“Sparring is over, who wants to challenge my champion?” Princess shouted out over the gathered bystanders. Nobody answered the challenge and Princess clapped her hands again happily. “Yay undisputed champion!” She rush into the cage, happy and excited about the victory, and jumps to hug Vuzabar. Seeing the gate being unlocked and a way out he catches her with the shield and throw both further into the cage and runs faster than he ever ran before, out of the cage and into freedom, still clutching the mace he waves it at the terrified bystanders and a few run off to get the guards. There was a small patrol that raised alarm with a horn and then the chase was begun. They throw nets, which misses, and fire a volley of arrows at him, he gets one lodged into his arm and grunts in pain, the red haze is layering his mind like a blanket, he runs out the north gate and runs west, east has nothing but the coast. He can hear yelling from inside the town and runs right into the desert.
The sun had barely moved but it felt like ages since he escaped; his breath heavy and jagged from the sprint and his body doused in sweat. Vuzabar’s throat burns from dehydration and exertion but he can see an oasis not too far away he just needs to persevere. The call from town has all but died down and he doesn’t think they are after him anymore, he grins they wouldn’t have survived a day in Zul'Drak. Sun is halfway down but still the oasis isn’t getting closer, better run so he can reach it faster. Vuzabar’s vision is blurry and his legs unsteady, curse that oasis! He collapse onto the ground; the arrow still sticking out of his shoulder and in only a loincloth, the mace having been dropped long ago. Everything is a blur and then black.
He feel hands on his skin, soft with small bumps, he murmurs before drifting off again. Suddenly cold blessed water; he tries to get more but whoever is giving it to him is holding back, making sure not too much at once, his vision still blurry but stabilizes for a moment and he sees the most beautiful troll he’s ever seen before.
There’s a gloria around her head; her tusks are perfectly shaped. Her exotic caramel colored skin with lighter spots. Her curves that are just barely out of sight by her light clothing. He wheeze out through cracked lips: “A-ah a loa of beauty, so this is the end?” The world goes black as he faints again, but this time a smile on his lips.
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Over the Mountains - Chapter 7
Sepha was soaking wet as Dwalin pulled her out of the water into the bathroom of Bard's house. She was so cold that she didn't even care that she had just crawled out of a toilet.
"We need to warm you up," Bard's eldest daughter said, quickly wrapping a blanket around the shivering girl. "You're turning blue."
"Seph?" FIli's gentle voice whispered, his warm arms wrapping around her, "What happened?"
Sepha shook her head, "I guess I'm just not used to the cold."
What she didn't want to tell them was that her back was stinging from the fish in her cuts and the cold was making her weak and uncommonly cold. Her whole body was working to heal her wounds so she had less body heat to keep herself warm.
"You should get cleaned up and warmed," The girl said. "Come, you can wash in the wash room."
She gently led the girl into a bathroom set off from the other bathroom. This one didn't have a toilet but it had a large basin for washing and there was a pot of hot water.
"You can wash in here," the girl said, "I'll bring you a fresh change of clothes. but for now you can use these."
She held out a pair of pants to Sepha, a pair of leather boots, warm socks, a white shirt and a wrap for her bosom.
"Thank you..." Sepha said.
"Sigrid," the girl answered her, "And you're welcome. What is your name by the way?"
"Persephone," Sepha replied. "but everyone calls me Sepha."
Sigrid's face lit up, "That's so pretty! I'll let you be."
With that, the girl headed off, leaving Sepha alone in the wash room. Sepha tested the hot water and poured a good amount in the large basin, cooling it off slightly with cold water so it wasn't scalding. She then submerged herself into the water as much as she could. She grabbed the bar of soap and cloth and washed herself thoroughly. Soon she felt ten times better and even managed to clean her hair and get the tangles out.
Climbing out, she wrapped a towel around herself while she wrung out her hair. it hung straight and damp down her back, reaching past her waist. She pulled on the breeches and boots, then wrapped her bosom with the wrap Sigrid gave her. She held off putting on the shirt, wanting her back to air out a while.
She was just preparing to pull on the shirt when she heard a board creak behind her and spinning around, she found Thorin standing in the doorway of the wash room. She quickly hugged the shirt to her chest, glad that the bindings covered everything of her front except part of her stomach but it left most of her back bare.
"THorin.... you scared me," she gasped, preparing to pull the shirt on.
"Wait," Thorin said softly, stepping forward.
His hand reached out and he pushed her hand down so she wouldn't put on her shirt. His calloused fingers reached out and gently turned her around so her back was facing him. She felt his warm fingers brush against her back.... tracing her scars.... touching the soft flesh that was just healing from her most recent encounter with a whip.
"When did you get these?" he whispered.
"Thranduil," Sepha replied, knowing that there was no avoiding tell him now. "Right before Legolas got me out."
"Why didn't you tell me?" THorin whispered, his voice gentle but laced with concern.
"I didn't want to be a burden," Sepha whispered back.
When Thorin didn't reply, she thought he was upset.... but then she felt his hands reach up and gently stroke her long hair.... then his fingers traced her neck.... her bare shoulder.... her arms.... Sepha felt all the air escape her when both his arms found their way to her bare waist and gently stroked the skin there.
She felt his body heat as he took a step closer so that his dry shirt was touching her bare back.... then she felt his nose brush against her bare shoulder.... then his beard.... then he pressed his lips to her shoulder.... letting his lower lip graze her soft skin. He then reached up with one hand and brushed her hair to the side, exposing the side of her neck and he pressed a gentle kiss on the soft skin of her neck, just below her pretty pointed ear.
Sepha's breathing hitched and she gasped as Thorin's arms snaked all the way around her and his hands lay against her stomach, hugging her close so that she could feel his hard chest against her shoulder blades.
"Thorin..." she gasped, her voice barely audible.
Thorin placed another kiss on her neck, hugging her closer, "Hmm?"
"I...."
Thorin gently gripped her hands and turned her around so that she was facing him, "I love you Sepha...."
Sepha felt her whole world freeze. Her heart stopped beating at least for ten whole seconds. her breath froze and her eyes widened.
"wha...."
"That was why I did what I did," Thorin whispered, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of her face. "When we were at Beorn's.... and you were healing.... it was then that I knew that you are my One. You complete me.... you make me whole. I didn't know how else to tell you and I was hoping Balin would help you understand but then Thranduil...."
Sepha's green eyes were staring at Thorin, stunned and not quite knowing what to do. Thorin smiled softly at her and ran his calloused thumb across her cheek, "You don't have to say anything in return.... you don't have to do or say anything. I just want you to know that I love you more than anything."
Sepha was hoping dearly that her mouth wasn't hanging open but Thorin just smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaving her alone in the wash room to finish on her own.
Thorin.... loved her. And she had been too dumbstruck to say it back!
When Sepha emerged from the bathroom, she looked fully refreshed. Her rich brown hair was dry and billowing around her shoulders and her hips in long brown waves. Her face was clean and everyone could see the color returning to her cheeks. She was wearing only boots, a pair of black pants and a white shirt that was tucked into the pants but she looked much more comfortable. As she came into the room, Tilda, the younger daughter skipped over to her and held out a brown cotton sweater.
Smiling, Sepha took it and thanked the girl, pulling it on over her shirt and shivering at the warmth it gave off. She then saw FIli and Kili sipping mugs of hot tea at the table so she walked over and sat down across from them.
"How are you feeling Seph?" Fili inquired.
"Better thanks," The girl replied.
"What about your back?" Kili inquired.
Sepha's head snapped up and she looked over at THorin who sat near the window, staring outside as if in a  daze.
"Yeah he told us," FIli replied. "But he made us promise to keep it between the three of us, Dwalin, Balin and Oin. That way we can help you if anything happens."
Sepha smiled, "Thanks boys."
Kili smiled and reaching over, he hugged the girl, "We're just glad your back. I think uncle is the happiest."
Sepha's green eyes flitted back over to Thorin again and this time she realized he was looking at her. She quickly ducked her head when her face lit up with a blush but the two brothers noticed. When she looked back at them, they were both smirking knowingly.
"So are you going to tell him?" Kili inquired.
Sepha's eyebrows shot up, "Tell him what?"
"That you love him back," The dwarf pointed out.
Sepha felt her heart stop, "how did you know about that?"
The young dwarf smirked, "I happened to make really good friends with your friend Tauriel while we were prisoners. Then while Balin and Dwalin were gushing over you at the edge of the lake, she told me about your little talk in the woods."
Sepha ducked her head again and blushed, hearing a soft chuckle from the two brothers.
"I promise, we didn't tell anyone," FIli whispered. "Actually now, we have a leg up on Dwalin and Balin."
"A leg up on what?" the girl inquired.
Fili grinned, "After the developments recently, Kili and I think it will be before we leave lake town that you and uncle become a 'thing'. Dwalin and Balin still think it's sometime after but before we reclaim Erabor."
Sepha sighed and rolled her eyes, "And exactly what is a 'thing'?"
"Oh you know.... smiling at each other," Kili replied. "Maybe holding hands.... kissing....fondling..."
"Okay I think I've heard enough," Sepha sighed, earning smirks from the two boys. They looked absolutely ridiculous with those grins on their faces.
"Dont break his heart too much," Fili whispered.
Sepha rolled her eyes and ruffled their hair playfully, earning a yelp from Kili who was very picky about his hair. Stepping away from them, she grabbed the comb Tilda had leant her and began to brush her hair. She managed to get the tangles out but her hands were still cold so she could barely do anything to her hair. Thorin seemed to notice because she felt his eyes watching her.
Finally giving up, she undid the mess she had attempted and turning around, she set the comb down and approached Thorin. He was leaning against the wall, watching her when she approached. She could barely look at him but when she did, she blushed bright red.
"Can you help me?" she asked in a whisper.
Thorin stood up straighter, pushing himself off his leaning position and uncrossed his arms, "With.... your hair?" he asked, surprised and uncertain.
The girl nodded her head, "if you don't mind...."
Thorin shook his head, "No I don't mind but.... do you know what.... that implies?"
Sepha nodded, "YEs."
Thorin suddenly remembered their conversation in the dungeons of the woodland realm. He had told her about the hair braiding being a sign of affection and marking territory. He felt his heart beat quicken as Sepha turned around for him and didn't move as he ran his fingers through her hair.
THorin was halfway through braiding her hair when he realized what was happening. Sepha had asked him to braid her hair... knowing that it meant that he was showing her signs of affection and marking her as his own.... and she was letting him! He felt his heart swell with hope as he finished braiding. He paused, about to ask her if she had a bead when a thought jumped to his mind. She had let him braid her hair.... maybe he could chance it.
Reaching up with one hand, he removed the silver bead from his hair and gently placed it in her hair. It looked perfect in her dark brown hair, bringing out the copper in her hair.
He was about to tell her he was done but thought better of it. Sepha was his right now... and none of the dwarves were watching them.... Fili and Kili were talking together softly, Balin and Dwalin discussing breaking into the armory. The others were either asleep or sitting around the fire talking to Bilbo.
Thorin gently reached down and tangled his fingers with hers, smiling when she felt her tense but then relax almost instantly. He felt his heart freeze when Sepha took a half step back so that her back was pressed against his hard chest. She turned her head gently so that her ear was in front of his mouth and she gently pressed her face to his chest.
The dwarf prince brought his hands up, still holding her hands and wrapped them around her waist, feeling her smooth waist through the shirt and sweater. He cocked his head slightly so that he could press his nose into her hair and gently kiss her neck gently.
The two were snapped out of their quiet moment by the return of Bard who had news that the house was being watched till the next morning. Sepha and THorin jumped apart but Sepha noticed FIli and Kili waggling their eyebrows at her, implying that they had seen most of it. She shook her head, warning them to not say anything.
It was late and Thorin had been discussing plans with Balin and Dwalin for hours. Ever since Sepha and Thorin's private moment, the two had barely been in each other's presence. Thorin had squirreled his two close friends to a corner of the room where Bard couldn't eavesdrop to discuss things while Sepha spent the rest of the day talking with Bilbo, Tilda and Sigrid.
It was late and Bard was sitting in a far corner, reading. Bain was staring out the window while Sigrid stroked Tilda's hair. Sepha was sitting on the floor, crossed legs looking at the fire when Tilda walked over and sat down beside her, leaning her head on her shoulder.
"Do you ever miss your mother?" she whispered.
Sepha felt her heart freeze, "Yes Tilda.... every day."
"What happened to her?" she whispered.
"She was killed....when I was little," Sepha whispered. "I barely got to know her."
"Then how come you miss her so much?" the girl asked.
Sepha smiled as Tilda moved to lay her head in Sepha's lap. Sepha gently stroked Tilda's pretty hair and smiled at the sleepy, saddened girl, "Even if you don't know someone very well, if they care about you and you care about them, you'll never forget them and you'll always miss them."
Tilda turned and smiled at her, "Fili and Kili tell me that you can sing."
Sepha turned to look at Fili and Kili who were leaning against the wall nearby, watching her with smiles. Kili had his head leaning against Fili's shoulder. His leg had been bothering him but now he was just tired.
"Yes.... I guess so."
"Can you sing to me?" Tilda whispered.
Sepha looked at FIli and Kili who were of course giving her pleading looks. Half the other dwarves were asleep, Thorin, Dwalin and Balin were talking together, their backs to them. Bilbo was sitting in a chair, sipping tea and watching her. Sigrid and Bain had leant forward towards her at Tilda's words.
"Okay," Sepha sighed.
She started humming softly, the humming fill the room. Suddenly, Fili, Kili and the other dwarves, minus Balin, Dwalin and Thorin began to hum to the rhythm with her, making the harmony. after a few seconds of that, Sepha stopped humming but the dwarves kept going while her voice gently came out in a ripple of soft, gentle words, fitting perfectly with the deep humming of the dwarves.
When she finished, Tilda had fallen asleep on her lap and Kili was sound asleep, his shoulder on Fili's. All the others were just sitting there, remembering the song that still hung in the air. Sepha looked at Fili who nodded towards Thorin. Turning, Sepha saw the dwarf prince watching her, his arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile on his face.
Blushing bright red, she looked down with a smile. She carefully helped Bard who scooped up the sleeping Tilda and carried her off to bed, taking his other two children with him for the night. The dwarves then set about preparing for the night. They laid out blankets that Bard had given them and curled up, back to back as close to the fire as they could.
Sepha helped Fili lie Kili down without rousing him before grabbing a blanket herself. She found a large enough space for herself near the edge of the group and laid down, wrapping herself in the blanket. She was about to drift off to sleep when she felt someone lie down behind her.
Turning slightly, she saw Thorin's large form as he laid down, on his side facing her, his head propped up on his hand. Sepha blushed when she realized he was looking right at her. She turned back around with a smile.
Suddenly, his arms snaked around her waist from behind and he drew her against him so her back was flush with his chest. He laid back flat on his back, still keeping one arm underneath her shoulders and the other around her waist. After a moment of not moving, Sepha moved so that she was on her back and she turned her face so that she was looking at Thorin's face. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful.... so regal when he slept.
She gently laced her fingers with his hand that lay on her stomach. Impulsively she reached up and gently traced his features with her finger ever so gently. When her finger finished tracing his jawline and his beard, she let her finger wander to his bottom lip and gently brush it, her eyes fixed on his lips.
She saw him smile, his eyes still closed. Realizing that he hadn't been asleep, Sepha went pink as he turned his head to look at her and he opened his eyes. His bright blue eyes shone in the dim light as he looked at her, his whole heart in his eyes.
"Sorry," she whispered.
She was about to retract her hand but Thorin gripped it with his free hand and gently brought her hand back to his cheek. She laid her hand against his cheek and he turned his head to kiss her palm.
"You never have to apologize for anything," Thorin whispered, tracing her face with his finger.
For a while they just lay there looking into each other's eyes, tracing each other's features. After a while Thorin noticed the girl's eyes drooping so he shifted so that she was lying in a more comfortable position, her side flush with his side and his arm still around her shoulders. Sepha laid her head against his shoulder and pressed her nose and face into the side of his neck, closing her eyes.
"Amaralime," Thorin whispered, drifting to sleep immediately.
Sepha opened her eyes a moment and knowing that he was asleep, she smiled, "Givashel," she whispered before falling to sleep.
Thorin didn't hear that single word but Fili and Kili who had been watching the whole thing unfold from across the room exchanged excited looks.
"And of course she says it when he's asleep," Fili whispered.
"Patience brother," Kili whispered. "Patience."
When Sepha woke, she realized that she wasn't the first one up. Dwalin, Balin and THorin were already up. That was when the girl noticed that there was another jacket lying over her instead of just the one she fell asleep with. She was about to sit up when she took in a deep breath and smelt the smoke and pine smell of the blanket.... THorin.
She felt her cheeks go bright pink, realizing he had removed his coat to lay it over her while she slept. Slowly sitting up, she saw that Thorin, Balin and Dwalin were all quietly rousing the other dwarves and preparing them to sneak out to the armory. She soon found herself staring as he watched THorin gently rouse his nephews, his hard toned back muscles flexing beneath his blue shirt.
"Morning lass," Gloin whispered to the girl.
Sepha smiled and sat up, stretching and pulling her jacket back on. She picked up Thorin's and walking over to him, she held it out to him, trying to not blush bright red when he took it.
"You have to stay here," Thorin instructed.
Sepha's head snapped up and she frowned, "Why? Are you saying I have to stay here?"
"At least until we get the weapons," THorin replied. "I'll send FIli back to you when we have the weapons. It's too dangerous especially if we get caught."
Sepha frowned deeper and crossed her arms, "If this has to do with my injury...."
"Sepha," Thorin sighed, placing his hands on her upper arms and looking deep into her green eyes. "Just please spare me the worry of you getting hurt or endangered further and just stay here till Fili comes back for you."
Sepha wanted to object but after hearing Thorin's words, she thought better of it. Thorin was looking deep into her eyes, no anger or annoyance on his face, only a soft, gentle look of concern. The girl bowed her head and nodded.
"Okay," she said in barely a whisper.
Thorin smiled and slipping one finger underneath her chin, he lifted her face to look up at him. He just looked into her eyes for a moment before smiling. Sepha felt her breathing hitch at his smile. Whenever he smiled it seemed like his eyes lit up and his whole face just changed....into something brighter.... kinder....handsomer....braver.
"Amaralime," he whispered before reaching over and planting a kiss on her forehead.
He left the girl standing there, too stunned and too bright crimson to move. She barely noticed Fili and Kili come give her encouraging looks and hugs before hurrying out after their uncle.
When Sepha finally managed to break out of her daze, she found herself alone in the sitting room. All the coats were gone and the blankets lying on the floor. Deciding to not waste her time just standing there, she began to grab the blankets and fold them into a neat pile. Then, she sat down near the window and stared out, waiting to see the blond head of Fili when he returned for her.
Hours passed and the girl began to worry when Bard came down the stairs, his children following. He took in the empty living room and the lone girl sitting by the window within a second.
"Where did they go?" he insisted.
"I honestly don't know," Sepha replied. "They left hours ago to the armory but they still haven't returned."
Bard groaned and charged through the door. Bain, Sigrid and Tilda followed but not before Bain and Tilda both grabbed one of Sepha's hands and pulled her after them.
When they finally stopped running after Bard, they had appeared in the town square which was packed with people. Sepha was short, barely coming within Tilda's shoulder but she managed to make out a conversation that Bard was having with the master of the town and THorin. They must have gotten caught!
Sepha was aggravated that she couldn't hear any of the conversation but when Tilda huddled close to her, frightened but the sounds, she held her close. Suddenly, she managed to make out THorin's voice above all others.
"What say you?"
There was a pause before she heard the master, "I say unto you.... welcome! Welcome and thrice welcome, king under the mountain."
Sepha let out the breath she didn't know she was holding and sighed. Sigrid suddenly caught sight of her father and began to pull Bain and Tilda after her. The three turned to the girl, suddenly realizing that they might not see her again.
Sepha smiled and hugged each of them, "I'll see you again. I promise."
The three smiled and after giving her a hug, they rushed off to find their dad. Sepha wove through the crowd till she came upon the dwarves who were all laughing and clapping each other on the back.
"Sepha!" FIli cried, pulling her in for a hug, "I'm so sorry I didn't come back for you but we got caught..."
"Yeah I figured," Sepha replied. "Dont worry. Just don't scare me like that! I'm too young to have a heart attack!"
There was a chuckle behind her and she turned to see THorin standing there, looking fully pleased and confident.
"Now we cannot have someone as pretty as you going and having a heart attack," he remarked.
Sepha felt her face go bright crimson from those words but was glad that Dwalin found that moment fitting to come over and swallow her in a huge hug.
The company were soon shuffled off into the hall so they could be given rooms for the night. Sepha soon was pulled from the dwarves by a young handmaiden who led her to a private room.
She gave Sepha the key to the room and showed her where the bath materials were and her dress.
"Don't forget that there is going to be a feast tonight," the girl pointed out. "Best be down within an hour."
"Thank you," Sepha replied.
When she was alone, she contemplated having a bath but then remembered that she already had one the night before and she rather liked the hairstyle Thorin had put into her hair. She then just washed her body and slipped into the dress she had been given.
When she finished, she headed out the hall and almost collided with Fili. The dwarf grinned at her brightly and offered her his arm which she gladly took, allowing him to lead her to the feast.
The feast was still going on but now most of the people weren't eating but either drinking and getting seriously drunk or dancing. Thorin was sitting in the seat he had been assigned for the feast and he hadn't moved from the spot once. He had a mug of ale in his hand but he hadn't even brought it to his lips. It just gave his hand something to grip to keep himself calm.
Dwalin and Balin were laughing at something Oin had said but Thorin didn't even hear them. His blue eyes hadn't move from the one person they had been on all evening. The moment FIli had entered the hall with Sepha on his arm, Thorin had found it virtually impossible to breathe. At first he thought it was the ale but then he remembered that he hadn't drunken any of it.
His blue eyes were steadily watching the girl as she was passed from person to person on the dance floor. Through the whole dinner she had sat between Fili and Kili, laughing at the jokes they kept shooting at her and constantly playfully groaning whenever the two brought up another bet they were making.
Thorin hadn't spoken a word to anyone since she had entered and hadn't even looked at anyone. It was a miracle his eyes weren't drying out because he barely allowed them to blink. He watched the girl playfully dancing with Bilbo who was trying to teach her a hobbit dance but she kept stepping on his feet. Whenever Bilbo's eyes widened with pain whenever her foot stomped on his, she doubled over in laughter and her eyes shone brightly.
Whenever this happened, THorin's hands gripped his mug tighter, making his knuckles go white. It wasn't because he was upset that the girl was finding Bilbo and the other dwarves' company so enjoyable but the fact that whenever she smiled or laughed, THorin's breathing became hitched, his heart drummed faster and butterflies erupted in his stomach. Gripping his mug was all he could do to keep himself from getting up from his chair and doing something stupid and all together improper.
"Thorin," Balin said, finally realizing that the dwarf hadn't been listening. "Are you going to sit there till you boil her brains with your stare or are you going to ask her to dance?"
THorin didn't look at him but kept staring, "Mm."
"That's not an answer," Dwalin pointed out, poking Thorin in the arm.
Even though both brothers knew that if THorin did go and dance with Sepha, there was a strong chance things would lead to another and eventually Fili and Kili would win the bet but Thorin was going to scare someone with that stare of his. Of course, everyone who knew him knew that the look he constantly was giving Sepha nonstop for the past hour wasn't one of anger (even though most people would mistake it for a lethal glower), but rather one belonging to a man who was terribly in love.
"What do you want me to say?" Thorin muttered, still not looking at them.
Dwalin shrugged, "Either take a drink of that ale or ask her to dance. If you don't drink that ale soon I will because that full mug is beginning to get rather tempting."
Thorin was about to push the mug over to Dwalin just to shut him up but he suddenly needed again for at that moment, Fili approached Sepha on the dance floor and got her into a dance. Thorin recognized the dance all too well as a slow dance that his mother had taught him and Dis.... his sister must have taught Fili for his nephew did it perfectly and was working on teaching Sepha how to do it.
HIs heart swelled as he watched his nephew point at where Sepha needed to put her feet and slowly lead her through the steps. He was surprised at how fast Sepha caught onto the dance but that surprise soon disappeared when he saw the girl smile at something Fili said and then when Fili said something else with a mischievous, teasing smirk on his face, Sepha blushed bright red.
Balin and Dwalin were quite sure that Thorin was going to squeeze the mug so tight that it would burst.
Balin was almost on the verge of taking the mug from him when Kili came over and stood on the other side of the table, across from his uncle, obscuring his view of Sepha slightly. He crossed his arms and rested them leisurely on the table.
"Hey Uncle," he said cheerfully, acting all innocent, "You should dance with Sepha. She's a really fast learner and a really good dance partner."
Thorin swallowed thickly and looked at his nephew, hoping his glare would tell Kili to move but his nephew just smiled and didn't move.
"I'm not moving till you go and dance with her," Kili threatened. "Or I could make up some story to her that when a dwarf doesn't want to dance with a girl, he is actually not interested in her."
At once he had THorin's full attention, "That's a straight up lie."
"Not exactly," Kili admitted, earning nods from Balin and Dwalin who agreed. "It is the duty of the dwarf to mark her as his own by dancing with her at least once. Of course, considering that everyone has danced with her once already, people will start to get ideas that no one has claimed her so....."
That seemed to break the cord for Thorin grabbed his mug of ale, took a deep swig and then slid it down the table to Dwalin who at once snatched it up. Thorin got up from the table, giving his nephew a glare before heading around the table and onto the dance floor.
"Good job laddie," Balin whispered, winking at Kili who had a ridiculous grin plastered on his face.
"You have twelve hours," Kili warned. "Just pray that ale doesn't make Thorin too confident."
Meanwhile, Thorin had approached Sepha who was still dancing with Fili. Of course, the moment Fili saw THorin coming, he smirked and made an excuse to go and check on Kili, leaving Sepha alone on the dance floor. The girl was about to head over to join Bilbo again who was teaching Nori and Dori a dance when he felt a hand on her elbow.
Turning, she looked up into the piercing blue eyes that belonged to Thorin.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked.
The girl smiled and nodded, allowing him to take her hands. She felt her cheeks flush when his huge calloused hands encased her small, slender, soft ones. She looked up into THorin's eyes that never broke eye contact as he drew her close and placed one of her hands on his shoulder and kept her other firmly encased in his other. He then slipped his free arm around her waist, pulling her close to him so that her chest was pressed against his.
Sepha had no idea how she was breathing or even moving for Thorin's eyes wouldn't stop looking at hers. When she realized that he was barely blinking, she glanced down but still felt his gaze boring into her face. She felt Thorin slowly move his fingers so that they intertwined with hers and he slipped his arm further around her waist, making her gasp slightly.
"You look beautiful," Thorin's voice came in a whisper.
Sepha blushed bright red and she found that she didn't know what to say. In that case, she leant her head against THorin's hard chest and closed her eyes, allowing Thorin to lead her through the slow dance. THorin's arm held her waist tighter and he brought her hand to his chest, right above his heart and held her hand there, between his heart and his hand.
The girl felt his breathing on her neck as he bowed his head and rested his mouth on her partially bare shoulder, planting a soft kiss there.
The moment was perfect and Sepha didn't want it to end, hoping that by keeping her eyes closed she made it last longer. What she didn't know was that Fili, Kili, Dwalin and Balin were watching the whole thing from across the room, ridiculous grins spreading across their faces.
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When the dance ended, THorin didn't release Sepha but instead kept one hand around her waist and led her from the dance floor. He was going to lead her to the company but the girl held back.
"I think I'm going to head to bed. I'm tired from everything that's happened to night and I don't want to be exhausted for tomorrow," the girl explained.
Thorin nodded in understanding but kept his hand on her elbow, "Can I escort you to your room?"
Sepha quickly ran through whether or not she should let him. Of course she was dying for him to, dying to have some time to the two of them and hopefully tell him how she felt but then again, it would seem improper in most cases. Yet again, a lot of people had been drinking.... so if anyone asked, Thorin was making sure she got to her room without running into any person who was too drunk to think clearly.
"Sure thing," she said, smiling.
Thorin offered her his arm and she took it, suddenly realizing how tired she really was. Lucky for them, none of the company noticed their departure and there was no one in the hallways as they made their way to Sepha's room. It was right across the hallway from Dwalin and Balin's room. The dwarves were sharing rooms two by two except Sepha who had her own room (duh!:))
Even though they had already passed Thorin and Nori's room a while back, Thorin escorted the girl all the way to her own bedroom door. When they got there, Sepha pulled out her key and turned to Thorin.
"Thanks," she said. "Are you ready for tomorrow."
Thorin didnt quite here her and suddenly snapped out of his daze, "I don't know...."
The girl smiled, "It'll be fine. I promise."
Thorin felt his head swimming as he looked down at the girl who was smiling at him, her green eyes glowing. He had no idea what was happening until Sepha had taken a step forward and standing up on tippy toes, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek just above his beard. If Thorin had found it hard to breathe watching her smile, he was about ready to pass out right then and there.
The girl smiled sweetly at him and took a step back, "Goodnight Thorin."
With that, she turned to unlock her door but Thorin's voice that came in a hoarse whisper stopped her.
"Sepha...."
The girl turned to look at him only to realize he had taken a step towards her and when she turned around, he was right upon her, their bodies inches apart and his nose brushing hers. The girl gasped slightly and instinctively her hands went behind her for she was right up against her door.
Thorin's hand reached up and pushed her hair out of her eyes and off her shoulder, exposing her neck and collar bone. The girl was staring up at him, her green eyes wide with shock and anticipation of what was going to happen.
Thorin's hand trailed along her ear.... to her cheek, across her jawline.... down her neck, across her shoulder..... down to her hand..... then to her hip.
Sepha gasped softly when Thorin's strong hand gripped her hip, drawing him closer to him as he took another step forward, pressing her back against the door. There was no space between her and Thorin now.... their noses practically touching as Thorin looked down at her with his piercing blue eyes that were turning dark with want and need.
Thorin's other hand reached up and cupped the back of her neck gently in his hand, rubbing the nape of her neck with his finger, his thumb stroking the skin below her ear. Sepha could hear nothing except her heavy breathing that was coming in gasps and her heart that was beating faster than a horse's pounding hooves.
The dwarf prince leant forward and brushed his nose against hers gently, sending chills down her spine and goosebumps over her arms. the tip of his nose brushed the skin right below her eyes.... then down closer to her mouth. She could feel his breath on her face.... she could practically taste his breath as their air mingled between them.
She felt her eyes fluttering closed as Thorin's nose pressed against the side of hers and he drew her face closer to his. Thorin closed his eyes and was quite sure he could feel the cool feeling of her lips as he drew her near.... but in a second it was gone when they both jumped apart at a loud sound that literally gave them a heart attack.
Sepha let out the breath she didn't know she was holding and Thorin jumped back, Sepha bending down to snatch up the key she had dropped without realizing it. Both turned and saw that Balin and Dwalin were stumbling down the hallway, obviously both drunk for Dwalin's eyes were constantly swiveling into the back of his head and Balin was trying to support him but looking just as bad himself.
The two dwarves stumbled to their door and somehow Balin managed to find his key and unlock the door that was already unlocked before the two stumbled in, slamming the door behind them.
Thorin turned back to Sepha who had managed to unlock her door and now had it open. She was standing in the doorway, facing him, one hand on the frame and the other on the doorknob, ready to close the door.
Both found it impossible to find words so Thorin just nodded.
"Goodnight Sepha," he said in a hoarse voice.
"Goodnight," the girl whispered before smiling and closing the door.
When the door closed, Thorin let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was going to box Dwalin in the morning! With a final look at the door, he turned and headed back down the hallway to his own room. As he crawled under the covers, he ignored the snores coming from Nori across the room and curled up, thinking of how close he had been to kissing Sepha.....how he had found it impossible to breathe.... or to even think.... it was like he couldn't breathe without her.
With a certain brown haired, green eyed quarter breed on his mind, THorin fell asleep and slept better than he had in a long time. Meanwhile, Sepha was sitting against her door, looking up at the ceiling with a huge grin on her face, her eyes closed. Thorin had almost kissed her! He had been so gentle.... so slow and careful as if he was afraid to scare her by moving too fast....She would have fallen asleep against the door except the bed sounded more comforting and she fell asleep the moment she hit the bed, the smile still on her face.
What neither of the two knew was that the moment Thorin's door closed, Dwalin and Balin's door opened and both dwarves poked their heads out, fully sober and with pleased smirks on their faces. Down the hallway, another door opened and two more heads poked out, looking at the two with evil glares.
"We still have a few hours," FIli whispered to Dwalin and Balin.
"You two are going down," Kili added before he and his brother drew their heads back into their room.
Dwalin and Balin exchanged knowing looks and head butted each other before going to bed, the small amount of ale they had finally taking over and knocking them into a deep slumber.
Down the hall, Fili and Kili were glowering at their door.
"Those cheaters," Fili spat. "Of all the millions of ways they could have interrupted our triumph, they had to fake being drunk!"
Kili nodded, "We have until tomorrow when we leave for Erabor brother.... we need to up our game."
"But how will we do that?" Fili asked. "After being interrupted like that, who knows how long Thorin and Sepha will take! It's like recovering from a wound!"
Kili nodded and began to think when his eyes fell on the beads in his brother's beard. A smirk came across his face as he got an idea.
"I think we should get up early and acquaint Auntie Seph with the truth behind courting beads."
Fili's face brightened when he caught onto his brother's plan. Both dwarves fell asleep, smiles on their faces, quite sure that their plan would work perfectly.
t was somewhere around midnight when Sepha was waken to a knock at her door. she shot out of bed, having grown accustomed to surprising awakenings in the middle of the night. When the knocking continued she climbed out, not caring that she was wearing only a nightgown that was tied around the waist with a sash. She grabbed her sweater she got from Tilda and pulled it on over the top since the top was slightly see through.
When she opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of Fili who looked worried. "Sorry to wake you Seph..."
"It's alright," the girl said, stepping out, "What's wrong?"
"Kili is tossing and turning," Fili replied. "He's having a horrid nightmare but I cannot wake him and I cannot calm him down. I got uncle and Oin but neither can wake him either."
Sepha nodded and closed the door, following Fili down the hallway to his room. When they entered the room, they saw that Oin was trying to calm Kili who was shivering and muttering in his sleep. Thorin was standing at the end of the bed, looking completely concerned for his youngest nephew. Sepha noticed that he was only wearing a shirt and pants and his boots. The shirt revealed part of his chest but Sepha fought the blush that lit up her face.
"Ah thank goodness you're here lass," Oin said, causing THorin to turn around and notice Sepha's presence.
Sepha stepped over to Oin, fighting the urge to look at Thorin who she knew was watching her for she knew she would blush if she looked at him. Walking over, she looked at Kili who was sweating and muttering in his sleep.
"I cannot calm him," Oin said. "He's so deep in sleep that he wont wake till morning... but we need to calm him."
"How?" the girl asked.
"He needs you to comfort him lass," Oin said, "You always had a way with Kili with that voice of yours. Gandalf wasn't kidding when he said that your voice is like medicine to those who are troubled."
"I need to sing to him?" Sepha inquired.
Oin nodded, "he needs to know you're here. That should be more than enough to calm him and allow him to sleep peacefully."
Sighing, Sepha nodded and walked past Oin. She reached over and with Fili's help, lifted Kili's head and sitting on the bed, she placed Kili's head in her lap and gently held it so he wouldn't hurt himself tossing and turning.
She gently stroked his hair and allowed her soft voice to fill the room. Almost as soon as her voice started, Kili stopped tossing and muttering and his features seemed to relax.
When Sepha's soft voice finished, Kili was sleeping peacefully, a smile on his face and he had stopped sweating and was breathing gently now.
The girl let out a sigh and looked at Fili who was smiling, his eyes still worried but his face calm now. Oin nodded and before telling Fili to warn him if it happened again, he left. Sepha didn't dare move for she didn't want to wake Kili but she soon realized how tired she was. She leant her head against the bed post and stroke Kili's hair.
"Thanks for coming Sepha," Fili said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Sepha nodded and smiled, "I'm glad I could help."
Fili felt a tinge of guilt when he saw how tired the girl was. He and Kili's plan had been that in the morning they would casually bring up the origin of courting beads to her in the hopes she would get the hint and say or do something that would finally make her and Thorin admit their feelings (or at least her since Thorin already did) but this threw everything off. Sepha was exhausted. Fili had hoped she would get a good night's sleep before they told her about the beads but now, she was almost out from exhaustion.
"You need to rest," Thorin said, finally speaking.
FIli at once got up and helped his uncle move Kili's head off of Sepha's lap. The girl was practically half awake and half asleep, barely noticing that they moved Kili off of her. In that case, Thorin slipped one arm under her legs and the other around her shoulders and lifted her bridal style into his arms.
Fili knew better than to smirk with triumph at this gesture but instead thanked his uncle, said goodnight and crawled into bed before covering his brother up with a blanket. Thorin left his two nephews to their much needed sleep and carried the girl down the hallway back to her room.
He was glad the door was half open so he just pushed it open with his shoulder and carried the now sleeping girl to the bed. As he laid the girl down, he marveled at how light she was. Just when he was about to let her go, Sepha's arms snaked around his neck and she held onto him tightly, burying her face in his neck.
He knew she was asleep but it made him smile widely at feeling her arms around his neck and her face in the crook of his neck. He laid her down and gently removed her arms from around his neck. He laid them down next to her and covered her up with the blanket. He stood there a moment, just staring at the beautiful woman lying before him. Her features perfectly shaped.... her long lashes brushing her cheek as her eyes were closed.... her mouth slightly open as she breathed.
How he wanted to bend down and kiss her but he didn't want to wake her. Instead, he bent over and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before whispering in her ear.
"Givashel."
With that, he stood up and headed out of the bedroom, glancing over his shoulder at the woman he loved before he closed the door and went to his own room.
When Sepha roused the next morning, she was surprised to find a new outfit on the chair by her bed. Smiling, she had a sneaking suspicion that the handmaiden who had helped her before the feast had been in for there was a breakfast of bread, cheese and tea on the table.
Getting up, she ate while she changed out of her nightgown and into the fresh outfit.
She decided to redo her hair since it was getting fuzzy so she undid her braids and brushing her hair, she redid it exactly the way it had been. However, when she went to grab the bead to put it back in, she realized it wasn't her bead. Taking a closer look, she felt her heart stop when she recognized the crest on the bead as the crest of the house of Oakenshield....
Her mind raced back to the day before when Thorin had done her hair....he had put his bead in her hair! Not only had he marked her as his.... but he had professed his love in not just words but actions!
Sepha put the bead into her hair and rushed over to her belt that held her two swords and the bow that Kili had given her. It had been recovered from Bard's house the night before. Searching through the pouch that was attached to her belt, she came across her own set of beads that had the elven, dwarves crest on one side and on the other, the wizard, skin changer crest on the other side.
She grabbed up one of them and held it firmly in her palm before buckling on her belt and bolting out the door. She practically collided with Fili and Kili who both yelped at her sudden appearance. While Kili took in her new attire, Fili looked at her slightly flustered, shocked expression.
"Everything okay Sepha?" he asked.
The girl nodded her head vigorously, "Yeah.... yeah everything's great!"
Without giving further explanation, the girl took off down the hallway. They watched her go and then Kili got a wicked idea and smirked.
"See you at the boat later Auntie Seph!" he hollered.
He was lucky she was out of earshot or she would have clobbered him right after FIli did.
The dwarves were given a quick breakfast during which Sepha sat between Bilbo and Ori who were talking happily about the journey ahead. She picked at her food, finding it impossible to eat. Occasionally she caught Dwalin or Balin looking at her, smiles on their faces but it was weird how they kept looking at her.
FIli and Kili were also watching her but whenever she looked at them, they would glance at THorin before looking back down. Of course, they were trying to get the girl to look at their uncle but she guessed that and she kept her eyes on her plate. She noticed how horribly pale Kili was and it was troubling her.
Finally, they were all ushered to the docks where they were given a boat.
"You do realize we're one short," Bilbo pointed out. "Where's Bofur?"
Sepha barely heard THorin and Balin's reply for she could barely keep herself from chuckling at Bilbo's rather ridiculous hat he was wearing which was far too big for him but he seemed to like it immensely.
When they got to the boat, the dwarves began to pile in and Thorin began to hand weapons down to the others. Sepha climbed in beside Fili and found a seat beside Oin.
Just then, she saw Thorin stop Kili from getting into the boat, "not you," he said gently. "We travel with speed, you'll slow us down."
"What are you talking about I'm coming with you," Kili said, thinking THorin was joking.
"No you're not," Thorin said gently
Kili's face fell and Thorin turned to him, a gentle reassuring look on his face.
"I'm going to be there when that door is opened," Kili protested, tears springing up, "When we first look upon the halls of our father...."
"Kili, rest," THorin said, his voice laced with concern and gentleness, "join us when you're healed."
THorin gently patted his nephew's head before turning and speaking with Fili as Oin climbed out.
"I'll stay with the lad," Oin said. "My duty lies with the wounded."
"uncle," Fili objected, "We grew up on tales of the mountain, tales you told us. You cannot take that away from him."
"Fili," Thorin tried to reason.
"I will carry him if I must," FIli offered.
"One day you will be king and you will understand," Thorin whispered. "I cannot risk this quest for the life of one dwarf. Not even my own kin."
FIli climbed out of the boat but Thorin stopped him, "FIli don't be a fool, you belong with the company."
"I belong with my brother," FIli objected, moving over to Oin and Kili.
Thorin turned his eyes back to the boat and they met Sepha's green ones. He realized she had seen it all and he was about to speak but the girl got up from her seat and climbed out of the boat.
"Sepha," THorin said, his voice almost annoyed but trying to reason with her.
"I'm staying," the girl pointed out sternly.
Suddenly THorin grabbed her wrist and turned her towards him, "Are you just as foolish as my nephew? You are needed with the company."
Sepha yanked her arm away from Thorin, "I am a healer Thorin, it is my duty to stay with Kili. You wouldn't understand. When you become a healer, you take an unspoken vow to protect whoever needs your help and in this instance, Kili needs mine much more than anyone."
Her face softened when she saw tears slowly begin to appear in Thorin's eyes and she smiled. Walking over to Thorin, she took his hands and looked down at them a moment.
"I will take care of him and Fili and we'll you the rest of you at Erabor when Kili is ready to travel. Just promise me that the sickness will not overtake you," she whispered. "When we rejoin you, I want to see the THorin you are now.... not a different Thorin."
Thorin nodded and the girl smiled. "I promise."
Sepha took that as enough reassurance and taking one of his hands, she turned his hand over and placed something small and cold in his palm before closing his fingers around it, hiding it from view. She then reached up and instinctively touched one of THorin's long braids that hung on either side of his face and touched the bead, smiling to herself.
Thorin looked at her, puzzled but the girl smiled and let go of his hand before stepping back. "I should probably go find Bofur. We don't want him thinking we abandoned him."
Before stepping away, the girl stepped on tippytoe and pressing her mouth next to his ear, she whispered something in elvish to him:
"ni méla tye"
With that, she turned and headed off through the crowd and back into the empty hall.
THorin turned back and headed to the boat. He watched as the dwarves continued to pile things into the boat. They were almost ready to go.... then he remembered that Sepha had given him something. Looking down, he opened his palm and looked down at the small silver bead that lay in his palm.
Turning it over in his palm, he took in the elvish and dwarfish symbols on one side.... then the wizard staff on the other... and beneath it... a wolf..... it was her symbol....a courting bead.
Then he remembered what she had said to him in elvish. THorin had never taken the time to learn elvish but over time he had recognized all the most used phrases and words.... and now he realized why what Sepha had said had sounded so familiar..... it meant 'I love you'!
Thorin did not know where it came from but he suddenly left the dwarves to finish the loading and he sprinted through the crowd. He was glad he had left his cloak in the boat because his pants and blue cotton jacket made it a lot easier to run as fast as he could.
When he caught sight of Sepha, she was walking towards the front steps of the empty hall. There was not a soul around.... the guards that usually stood on the stairs were down at the docks.
"Sepha!" Thorin yelled, his voice urgent.
The girl turned around, surprised at his voice and her eyes widened in surprise at seeing the dwarf prince running towards her. She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him but she barely was able to open her mouth to speak. Thorin somehow managed to stop right when he reached her but within a millisecond he had grabbed her face in his hands gently and crashed his lips to hers.
Sepha had always tried to imagine what it felt like to be kissed but she never imagined it felt like this. The way Thorin held her face gently, yet firmly and how his lips pressed against hers so hard yet so gently, full of passion and need, Sepha felt like her knees were going to break.
As Thorin's lips caressed hers with want and need, her hands slipped up and wrapped behind his back, feeling his taut muscles. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her hands, his body almost shaking from joy, fear, desire and worry. She knew why he was kissing her like this. Not just because this was the first time they had ever kissed but because he was leaving.... he was leaving and she was staying and who knew if they would ever see each other again.
Thorin slowly and reluctantly moved away but placed one final gentle kiss on Sepha's soft lips. Even though it was short and their lips barely touched, that last kiss seemed to carry all the need, want, desire and passion. Thorin didn't remove his hands from Sepha's face as he slowly looked down at her, his eyes pooling with tears.
"ni méla tye" Thorin whispered, stroking the girl's face with his thumb.
Sepha bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears but Thorin bent down and kissed her again, totally soft and gentle this time. This resulted in the tears pouring from Sepha's eyes.
Thorin let her go again but wiped her tears away gently, pressing his forehead to hers and closing his eyes. Sepha closed hers and she felt more tears fall.
"Amaralime, I promise that no matter what happens, I will never hurt you and I will always love you with all that I have," he whispered, wiping more of her tears away.
Sepha could barely say anything so instead she just reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest. Thorin's hands snaked around her and he pressed his face into her soft neck, breathing in her scent, feeling her in his arms. He wanted to remember all of this.
"THORIN!" the sound of the dwarves calling him broke the moment.
Sepha gently pushed away from Thorin and traced his jaw with her hand while sniffling back her tears, wiping them away with her free hand, "You should go. You don't want to keep the dragon waiting."
THorin smiled and holding the hand that was tracing his jaw, he turned his head and planted a kiss on her palm, closing his eyes and leaning into her touch. "Take care of Fili and Kili."
Sepha nodded and smiled, placing her hand on his chest, "I will, now go Aramalime."
Thorin smiled widely at that word coming from Sepha's lips. He bent down and kissed her hastily one more time before running back to the docks. He stopped just before he disappeared into the crowd to look back at the girl. The girl smiled and played with Thorin's bead that was in her hair, nodding at Thorin.
THorin smiled and rushed back through the crowd. Instead of heading to find Bofur like she had first planned, she rushed back to the end of the docks where there was barely anyone standing.
Rushing to the edge, she saw the boat that had already passed. She saw Thorin's tall, confident figure standing at the front of the boat. Then.... he turned and their eyes met. A smile appeared on the dwarf prince's face and he reached up to touch his heart where one of his braids lay....where he had placed Sepha's bead. The girl did the same, fingering Thorin's bead and raising her hand in farewell.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Oin standing there, smiling Kindly at him, "We'll see them again."
Sepha nodded and looked over at Fili and Kili who were grinning proudly and victoriously. Sepha sighed and shook her head, knowing full well that the two had won the bet. However, Kili suddenly crumbled and Sepha lunged forward to catch him.
"Kili? Kili!"
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Feb 7 Blurr’s Horror Stream - IT
Only Blurr and Soundwave showed up. The stream kinda stopped being IC halfway through.
Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Peek.* B l u r r: / Here he is. Arriving in all of his pirate style / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Will follow in and park himself. No minis tonight. Rumble and Frenzy are on balcony washing duty.* B l u r r: [[ okay. got my foood. I haven't eaten all day yikes ]] B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Soundwave / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bob bob.* B l u r r: Good to see you, as usual. B l u r r: mechlets busy today, hn? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Mechs, full. And, yes. They're busy seeing the error of their recent ways.]] B l u r r: Oh? Punishment, hnn? K-Kyehehheh. Got into trouble? B l u r r: [[ lemme know when y'all are ready! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready whenevs)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Quite a bit.]] B l u r r: A pity. I certainly hope they're easy to educate? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Sometimes.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This particular incident's a bit of a repeat. Work in progress.]] B l u r r: Ah, a repeat offense, then? K-Kyeheheh. B l u r r: They'll learn eventually, I'm sure. So long as the punishment is something they hate. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You'd think that.]] B l u r r: Do they enjoy getting punished then? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You'd think that.]] B l u r r: / shrugs slightly/  Teaching is a concept I'm well versed in, though I admit, not EVERY mech is able to be educated. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[In truth, he would not change them too much. But he would prefer they targeted someone other than him.]] B l u r r: Ahh... pranked you, hn? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Mhm.]] B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. Well, that's not /so/ bad. BoneAndHook: ((what is this?)) B l u r r: [[ In the Heights ]] B l u r r: [[ it makes me an emotional meSS but here we are ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He's considering turning the tables on at least one of them. Rumble is typically the ringleader. A dating application for him might be amusing.]] B l u r r: K-Kyehheeheh. You want to prank them back? Sounds amusing. I've got down time. If you need some help with that. BoneAndHook: ((feel free to start, i'm not feeling up to hauling a structie in at the minute but i might later in the movie)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Turns his head to the side. He's... not so sure he wants help from a murderer like Blurr.* B l u r r: [[ okie dokie. ] B l u r r: / Hey, a murderer and then some. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Especially after the talk with Prowl.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He'll think about it. But he should be capable of it himself.]] B l u r r: / shrugs a shoulder / If you'd like. B l u r r: We're currently in a lull. Stocking up on supplies before our next chase. B l u r r: We've got quite the lead on a relic, you see. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What relic would that be?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *If he hears one more person talk about the blasted Covenant...* B l u r r: Hnnh... what was it called? B l u r r: / fiddling through datapads / The speed ring was one thing... then we located another. Some sort of... giant hammer from Malgus. ItsyBitsySpyers: *THAT?* [[Good luck with that one.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Try not to let yourself get boxed in.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soft huffing.* B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! I'm not that idiot. B l u r r: I wouldn't get stuck. Besides... if it's not worth grabbing, there are /other/ things in that universe. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[There are.]] B l u r r: [[ honestly tho like is this what people do in these back country towns? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Vent snort.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((well i mean the story was originally set in the 50s, paper boats -were- a thing)) B l u r r: [[... true. i am a fool ]] B l u r r: [[ captions are okay, right? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((captions are very helpful)) B l u r r: [[ okie! ]] B l u r r: / snort / I hear their Magnus is out of commission anyway... B l u r r: Now the hammer sits in the hands of some... idiot. Or was it Optimus? I can't recall. B l u r r: [[ this guy deserves an award 4 how creepy he is ]] BoneAndHook: ((he does)) B l u r r: [[ cause i am terrified of clowns ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((well you're in for fun tonight)) B l u r r: [[ but IT never scared me ??? Like. IDK B l u r r: Maybe it's because I know he's not really a clown?? ] B l u r r: [[ ALSO IM SORRY BUT Have you guys seen the freaking second take of this scene?? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Startled.* BoneAndHook: ((YES)) B l u r r: [[DSNFKADFS ]] B l u r r: [[ THE ONE WHERE HE GETS THE BOAT? ?] ] BoneAndHook: ((yes lmao)) B l u r r: [[ I was wheezing. ]] B l u r r: [[ ' shiit ' ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Does Earth have an Underworld of its own?]] B l u r r: Earth? Not that I know of... B l u r r: Well... I do know of SOME places. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Such as?]] B l u r r: Well, there's been a few anomolies we've detected. B l u r r: I know that the Earth in my universe has a belief of the Underworld, but there's so many different things people believe. B l u r r: [[ oh my god I thought that was the actor for Carl Grimes for ten seconds and I was like wHAT ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Rude.]] B l u r r: But, I /have/ found something. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Go on.]] B l u r r: It's a little hard to get to, but if you give me some time... I could show you. B l u r r: I bet you would enjoy it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Possibly. He's willing to see what it is.]] B l u r r: I've been there only once. It was a complete mistake. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And?]] B l u r r: It's something I think you would like. B l u r r: It has a lot of... color. B l u r r: / wiggles claws/ and music! B l u r r: [[ oh hELL NAH KID RUN ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Is it that tiny alternate toy of his.]] B l u r r: No no. B l u r r: It's an Earth I've never been to before. B l u r r: We stopped by to seek out some resources, but I ended up getting into a bit of trouble. B l u r r: What else is new, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Huff.* B l u r r: / smirks and leans forward / But this place. Well, if you're into music, you'd love it. Even /I/ liked the way it looked. B l u r r: And, you know me, I'm a fan of dark and gloomy. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Are you going to hint all night or do you intend to tell him?]] B l u r r: [[ I am A) not used to seeing this kid outside of Stranger tThings and B) not used to the glasses ]] B l u r r: ... Well, I don't know what it's CALLED. B l u r r: They call it the Land of the Dead. Very typical. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[-No.-]] B l u r r: No? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. He goes nowhere the dead rule.]] B l u r r: Oh, please. They don't RULE. B l u r r: They just... it's like a whole city. B l u r r: They even have jobs. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Suspicious as all hell.* B l u r r: Listen, I don't usually go where the dead walk either, but it isn't something as scary as it seems. B l u r r: Or unsettling. Whatever you'd like to call it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Corrupted.]] B l u r r: That, too. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((also: stream ded)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((pennywise too scary, gave up the ghost)) B l u r r: [[ i pause it ]] B l u r r: [[ is it back? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ye)) B l u r r: [[ its good, yeah? ]] BoneAndHook: ((lagging tho. only JUST paused)) B l u r r: [[ want me to reset it ? ]] BoneAndHook: ((nah, it's technically looking okay)) B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it isn't ]] B l u r r: [[ it's dropping it isnt it? ]] BoneAndHook: ((no, it's fine)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((sorry i had to grab drink)) B l u r r: [[ no worries. Welcome back! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Irreverent, isn't he.]] B l u r r: I suppose. B l u r r: [[ it's a no for me, dog. I would not go in there ] B l u r r: [[ not without two bottles of pink fairies and a sword ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Armor clamps down.* B l u r r: / reaches over and pat / ItsyBitsySpyers: **Human terrorcons. No better than their own kind.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *SMACK the hand away. Do not touch.* B l u r r: / B( / B l u r r: / wiggles claws at and settles back in seat / B l u r r: [[ eW ??? fsbhgjsf EW ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((creepo)) B l u r r: [[ so gross ]] B l u r r: [[ I always hated her dad, too fbgjkfdss ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Why is that on the television.]] B l u r r: who knows? Human television is weird. B l u r r: [[ awww she's cute with short hair ]] BoneAndHook: ((giiirl nooooo don't put it in the sink, it's gonna clog the drain and then you have filthy nasty wet hair clogging it up)) B l u r r: [[ i knoooow it's gross ]] B l u r r: [[ true horror of the night: the government shut down again ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((lord)) BoneAndHook: ((at least they can pass fewer shiitty laws while they're closed)) B l u r r: [[ truth ] BoneAndHook: ((i like that wild musical interlude)) B l u r r: [[ yesss ]] B l u r r: [[ they aged the kids up for this movie, eh? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((no idea)) B l u r r: [[ Honestly, I haven't read the book in so long, so I dunno ]] BoneAndHook: ((don't put your eye over the talking drain ffs)) B l u r r: [[ nah fam. nAH ]] BoneAndHook: ((don't you know what's down there? HAIR)) B l u r r: EW DONT OPEN YOUR MOUTH  ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((god this grosses me out so bad)) B l u r r: [[ IM SORRY ;A; ]] BoneAndHook: ((ugh. ugh. ugh. ugh.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((lmao it's okay)) B l u r r: [[ to be fAIR I have never seen this ]] B l u r r: [[ i mean not this version ]] BoneAndHook: ((and both of us have lmao)) B l u r r: [[ oh yeah , i forgot. lmao ]] BoneAndHook: ((there's something in this movie for everyone and FOR ME IT'S HAIR)) B l u r r: [[ i thought something was going to go in her eye tbfh ]] B l u r r: [ i had a leg up in defensE ]] BoneAndHook: ((i had an arm up to block it and i still gagged lmao)) B l u r r: [[ big mood ]] B l u r r: [[ NAH FAM I SAW THIS PART IN A PREVIEW NAH THIS IS SOME CLOWNERY ]] BoneAndHook: ((if i had been in her place i would have just. thrown up the moment the tape measure came up with hair on it. just. straight into the sink. it would have been like "the FVCK")) B l u r r: [[ truth ]] B l u r r: [[ how do people take him seriously with the goofy eyes. He got TFP Megatron eye syndrome ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's supposed to be extra alienating or somethin)) B l u r r: [[ im wheezing ]] BoneAndHook: ((yeah it helps give IT away as a lure rather than a real person)) B l u r r: [[ i like it. ]] B l u r r: [[ but i keep snorting ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((nobody's gonna bribe the kid on the steps to shush?)) B l u r r: [[ first of all, they are cleaning all of that wrong ]] BoneAndHook: ((didn't the kid come in with them?)) B l u r r: [[ nah richie is outside ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((no no there was richie as lookout but also some kid on the steps)) B l u r r: [[ ooh. ]] BoneAndHook: ((no the one who was waiting on the steps, i thought i saw them get up and follow them in. i wasn't paying attention to which one it was)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm not sure now)) B l u r r: [[ she's a cute kid ]] B l u r r: [[ just drop ur bikes in the street wtf ] B l u r r: [[ i can't fdbkda ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((HELL NO not this)) B l u r r: [[ is there a thing i should know? ]] BoneAndHook: ((yes. hold onto ur seat.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((literally)) B l u r r: [[ gsbhjfksd ]] B l u r r: [[ thats not helpful ]] BoneAndHook: ((here we go)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*crawls under blanket*)) B l u r r: [[ see, i can dig this version of this movie a lot ]] B l u r r: [[ I appreciate its appeal ]] B l u r r: [[ bRO WHY WOULD YOU GO ]] B l u r r: [[ nah faqm im good fjks ]] BoneAndHook: ((u just know IT heard "scared of clowns" and went "oh this one's gonna be so easy")) B l u r r: [[ me tbh ]] BoneAndHook: ((me getting out of bed in the morning)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LMAO)) B l u r r: [[ LMAO ] B l u r r: [[ well, don't be scared of it, u fool ]] B l u r r: [[ u go, bill. u fight that *** ]] B l u r r: [[ he is not gonna shoot that fuccking cat, is he ]] B l u r r: [[ im gonna scream ]] B l u r r: [ please tell me if he does or not because i can't watch that shyte. ]] BoneAndHook: ((i don't remember if he gets it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((iirc no)) BoneAndHook: ((... notice we see this weirdass show in the houses of abusive parents)) B l u r r: [[ right ? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((didn't catch that before)) B l u r r: [[ why would u hide in the bathroom ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((so you can do that)) B l u r r: [[wow guess who missed all of that ] B l u r r: [[ because this dang woman had to yell at me to put one fuckking bowl away ]] BoneAndHook: ((you can rewind if you want)) B l u r r: [[ nah it's fine ]] BoneAndHook: ((dad followed her into the bathroom, she was hiding behind the tub curtain)) B l u r r: [[ i saw up to when she hit him ]] BoneAndHook: ((he fell down and died, she tried to walk out the bathroom door, IT grabbed her throat)) B l u r r: ahh ]]] BoneAndHook: ((we cut to bill out in the park, probably waiting for bev, but she doesn't come so he goes to her house. finds dad dead in the bathroom and YOU DIE IF YOU TRY written on the ceiling in blood)) B l u r r: got it ]] BoneAndHook: ((and now the avengers are assembling and you're caught up)) B l u r r: [[ sweet ]] B l u r r: thank ]] B l u r r: [[ well this shows his collection and hideout better ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((what's really behind slendy's mask)) BoneAndHook: ((LMAO)) BoneAndHook: ((it's an accurate amount of teeth)) B l u r r: lmaooo ]] B l u r r: [[ thats stanley. Always causing issues. ]] B l u r r: [[ i remember that from the book ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((CRIMINY, CATS DID YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE THIS MOMENT TO BOTH STARTLE)) B l u r r: [[ omg ]]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((hfff i'm so tired but i wanna see the rest)) B l u r r: [[ it says it's almost over ]] BoneAndHook: ((we're close!!)) BoneAndHook: ((i was so terrified that georgie wasn't going to start moving again)) B l u r r: [[ omg ]] BoneAndHook: ((i was like "oh no what if IT left him alive as bait and he kILLED THE REAL ONE")) B l u r r: [[ right? ]] B l u r r: [[ *has flashbacks to boggarts* ]] B l u r r: [[ Sequel is this or next year I think ]] B l u r r: [ anywaYS. Thanks for dealing with me for a lil while with the horror filmies. Next week is horror aND cute ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yaaaay)) B l u r r: [[ HOPEFULLY I can squeeze both in. ]] B l u r r: [[ neither movie is terribly long ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((we shall see! but for now.... zzz)) B l u r r: [[ but thank y'all for coming! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yw!)) B l u r r: <3 ]] BoneAndHook: ((ty for hosting!))
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✩ ultimate relationship tag :D
✩ ULTIMATE RELATIONSHIP TAG; REED X LARA
Disagreements:
Who is more likely to raise their voice?
Lara! She can be a pretty loud speaker when she craves attention or wants to pull attention towards something while Reed is stuck in his own words. Reed will only raise his if Lara steps over a line of his. 
Who threatens to leave but never actually does?
Reed for sure, although it happens rarely they end up in such disagreements. 
Who actually keeps their word and leaves?
Lara. But a few phonecalls or texts usually pulls her right back in. 
Who trashes the house?
Neither – not that type of couple. 
Do either of them get physical?
Depending on the fight, I can see Lara throw something small or soft at Reed but never more.
How often do they argue/disagree?
At the start of their relationship they would argue a lot, seeing as Lara’s forward nature could turn to be a bit too much for Reed to handle. He loves her for it, of course, but there are times and places her actions aren’t fitting of his own taste. 
Who is the first to apologise?
Reed, scared Lara will leave him and find someone else if they don’t settle it. 
Sex:
Who is on top?
Lara.
Who is on the bottom?
Reed.
Who has the strangest desires?
Reed does. It takes a while for him to admit them but Lara loves to encourage him. 
Any kinks?
– (dont know enough kinks to answer)
Who’s dominant in bed?
Lara. She openly shows what she wants and when she wants it.
Is head ever in the equation?
Absolutely!
If so, who is better at performing it?
Lara is definitely the more experienced than the two, but something about Reed makes her enjoy it twice as much as with any other person that’s been down there. He’s gentle and cares for her needs. 
Ever had sex in public?
Lara will definitely sweet talk him into it.
Who moans the most?
Reed. It’s adorable. 
Who leaves the most marks?
Lara. She will mark what she loves. 
Who screams the loudest?
Neither, unless Lara wants to push Reed on. 
Who is the more experienced of the two?
Lara!
Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?
Depends on when and the mood. 
Rough or soft?
Once again: depends on the mood.
How long do they usually last?
Between 10 min - half an hour. 
Is protection used?
Lara eats pills and she often makes sure Reed is wrappd up as well, she has no baby plans in her future.
Does it ever get boring?
A couples of years down the line, sure – every couple needs to try new and different things. 
Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?
Not the strangest, but during a movie date Lara got bored halfway through the movie and dragged Reed with her to the bathroom stalls.
Family:
Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?
Lara has no plans on getting children, but maybe Reed can change her mind down the line. She’s only 23 at the moment. 
If so, how many children do your muses want/have?
I can see Reed wanting at least two. Which would freak out Lara completely. 
Who is the favorite parent?
Reed, he’s calmer. 
Who is the authoritative parent?
Reed. But strict.
Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?
Lara. Will play along with the kids’ “I’m feeling sick” scheme.
Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?
Reed. 
Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?
Definitely both! Lara will scream her lungs out telling her kids to tackle the other team and Reed will cover up his face.
Who goes to parent teacher interviews?
Reed – Lara pretends she’s “feeling sick”.
Who changes the diapers?
Reed at first, Lara joins in later.
Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?
Lara, it’s her hidden bonding moments with the child. 
Who spends the most time with the children?
Lara, since Reed has a book shop to run. 
Who packs their lunch boxes? 
Lara tries, Reed saves their kids from starving.
Who gives their children ‘the talk’?
Lara. Will do it when they’re ten. 
Who cleans up after the kids?
Both, depending on who’s most tired. 
Who worries the most?
Reed, anxious by nature. 
Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?
Lara – in Spanish. 
Affection:
Who likes to cuddle?
Both.
Who is the little spoon?
Lara. 
Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?
Lara, obviously. 
Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?  
Lara, but Reed warms up to the idea further down the line. 
How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?
Lara can cuddle through most of a movie, then she needs some space.
Who gives the most kisses?
Reed. 
What is their favourite non-sexual activity?
To stroll through town and people analyse – they tend to make up fake stories about some of them. Reed gets the most creative and Lara loves to listen. 
Where is their favourite place to cuddle?
In bed, especially during mornings before breakfast calls for them. 
Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?
Lara.
How often do they get time to themselves?
As often as they are allowed. Reed has a shop to run and Lara is a highly social being. They believe being apart is as important as being together. 
Sleeping:
Who snores?
When sleeping really deeply, Reed does. 
If both do, who snores the loudest?
Do they share a bed or sleep separately?
Share a bed.
If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?
Depends on the temperature in the room, but Lara likes tpo cozy up.
Who talks in their sleep?
Lara, often tries to fight someone or speaks in fluent Spanish. Has probably smacked Reed in the face one or few times. 
What do they wear to bed?
Lara takes whatever she can find, Reed likes to at least switch to new underwear and a clean shirt.
Are either of your muses insomniacs?
No. 
Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?
No. 
Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?
It happens that they wrap up, but seeing Reed’s height it can get a bit troublesome. 
Who wakes up with bed hair?
Both.
Who wakes up first?
Reed.
Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?
Reed. 
What is their favourite sleeping position?
Lara sleeps on the side, or her back – Reed curls up. 
Who hogs the sheets?
Lara. Reed sometimes sleep with half a blanket.
Do they set an alarm each night?
No, only to work. 
Can a television be found in their bedroom?
Yes, but it’s mostly used for movie nights.
Who has nightmares?
None.
Who has ridiculous dreams?
Reed. With a wide imagination comes colorful dreams. 
Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?
Lara.
Who makes the bed?
Reed.
What time is bed time?
Depends on what they have to do the next day. 
Any routines/rituals before bed?
Besides the usual, no. 
Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?
Reed.
Work:
Who is the busiest?
Reed – works from morning till evening. 
Who rakes in the highest income?
Reed, but it can also depends on the month.
Are any of your muses unemployed?
Lara can have troubles keeping her job. Although she tries, she can get bored with it within a year or two.
Who takes the most sick days?
Lara. Reed doesn’t really have to.
Who is more likely to turn up late to work?
Neither.
Who sucks up to their boss?
Neither – Lara doesn’t suck up for anyone and Reed is his own boss.
What are their jobs?
Book shop owner and… depends? (right now she’s a student)
Who stresses the most?
Reed.
Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?
Obvious answer.
Are your muses financially stable?
Reed’s bookshop is stable enough, but it can get wacky if they get kids and Lara quits her job.
Home:
Who does the washing?
Lara, her mother forces her to learn.
Who takes out the trash?
Reed, on his way to work.
Who does the ironing?
Reed.
Who does the cooking?
Reed at first, Lara learns later.
Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?
Lara.
Who is messier?
Lara.
Who leaves the toilet roll empty?
Lara. Reed has made her a personal sign on the toilet to read.
Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?
Lara.
Who forgets to flush the toilet?
Neither.
Who is the prankster around the house?
Both, but Lara’s are worse.
Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?
Reed.
Who mows the lawn?
They split.
Who answers the telephone?
They have their own cellphones to answer, no house phone.
Who does the vacuuming?
Both.
Who does the groceries?
Both.
Who takes the longest to shower?
Reed.
Who spends the most time in the bathroom?
Lara.
Miscellaneous:
Is money a problem?
Not really, at least not at the start. Lara finds a job pretty quickly once she finish school, even if she doesn’t stay for long – and as mentioned before, Reed has his own shop.
How many cars do they own?
Just one.
Do they own their home or do they rent?
(depends on how Reed lives atm)
Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?
Neither.
Do they live in the city or in the country?
City.
Do they enjoy their surroundings?
They do indeed!
What’s their song?
(too early to tell)
What do they do when they’re away from each other?
Text and call, make sure the other is alright. Depends on how far away they are. If they’re just alone Reed reads and does paperwork, Lara is out with her friends.
Where did they first meet?
In Reed’s book shop.
How did they first meet?
Lara was out looking for school books, didn’t think th eowner would be so cute.
Who spends the most money when out shopping?
Lara.
Who’s more likely to flash their assets?
Lara – especially Reed and her shoes.
Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?
Lara
Any mental issues?
Nope.
Who’s terrified of bugs?
Reed, can’t stand them. 
Who kills the spiders around the house?
Lara grabs the mop and kills them straight away.
Their favourite place?
Reed’s book shop.
Who pays the bills?
Reed.
Do they have any fears for their future?
Yes, considering their ten year age gap. Lots can happen between that. 
Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?
Reed.
Who uses up all of the hot water?
Reed, he gets a bit lost in there.
Who’s the tallest?
Lara (jk jk) Reed.
Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?
Lara fo sho.
Who wanders around in their underwear?
Both, they’re comfortable with one another.
Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?
Lara.
What do they tease each other about?
Lara teases Reed about his cute reading glasses. Reed can’t tease, he feels too mean whenever he tries.
Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?
Lara!
Do they have mutual friends?
LMAOOO.
Who crushed first?
Reed, Lara saw him as a toy first.
Any alcohol or substance related problems?
Nope.
Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?
Lara, will speak loudly and wake Reed while telling herself to hush.
Who swears the most?
Lara.
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