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before they were “official” pt.2

“How do you, the supposed “genius” doctor, manage to cut yourself on a piece of metal? Why even is there a piece of metal in your room anyway?” Mallory questioned as she applied the antiseptic cream.

“I don’t know,” Leander grumbled under his breath, hissing at the sting and glaring at her with tired eyes. “I was half asleep.”

“Uh huh,” she raised an eyebrow as she wrapped a plaster around his finger. “You really need to clean up in there, it’s like a pigsty.”

“I don’t wanna,” the man known for his distaste of appearing weak whined, actually whined, before yawning.

“It’s your own fault if you get hurt then,” Mallory packed up the plasters and cream into the first aid kit and stood, ready to head back to her room.

“Aren’t you going to kiss it better?” he mumbled sleepily, probably not even aware of what he was saying.

“Ugh, fine,” she picked up his arm, kissed the bandaged area quickly and let go. “God, you’re so childish.”

“Love you too.”

“Try telling me that in the morning, mate.”

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before they were “official” pt.1

They were in the spare room that had been unofficially designated as his sewing room, preparing for one of Milo’s few parties where their appearance was mandatory.

He’d been put in charge of making sure everyone was dressed in their best, obviously, and Mallory was there to find her best pair of dress shoes to match her black suit and tie.

“Which shade of red do you think looks best on me?” she asked offhandedly, looking at the five tubes neatly lined up in front of her. She’d either found her shoes or abandoned the search. Daniele thought it was more likely to be the latter but her didn’t say anything.

“Personally, I think they all suit you,” she muttered an “of course” and he smiled, “but, if I had to pick one, I would say that the Bordeaux Beauty suits you best.”

“Who even names these?” Mallory laughed and picked it up. She applied it with a precision that was surprising, considering she never wore make-up.

She put the cap back on and stood up, giving a slight twirl. “What d’ya think?”

Looking at her, dressed in her suit and dress shoes that, he noted, she’d found, hair tied back in a bun and lips the colour of blood, he decided that Mallory was very attractive. 

“You look ravishing, darling!” he said with his usual flourish, smiling when she laughed.

“Of course I do,” she replied, a slight smile on her face. Mallory leant in and quickly kissed him on the cheek before waltzing out of the room to find Raine and nag at him.

Slowly, almost as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened, Daniele raised a hand to his cheek and lightly touched the place she’d kissed. When it dawned on him that he hadn’t imagined it, he smiled,

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one way to defeat the villain? seduce him before he becomes one

“Have I mentioned how much I hate you two? Cause trust me, I do.”

“Of course you hate us, Matthias,” Nenet drawled, looking up from the map she’d been pouring over with a raised eyebrow and a half mocking, half amused smile on her face. “That’s why you’re in my bed wearing Morgan’s shirt.”

“I’m only wearing his because you’re wearing mine!”

“Of course you are,” her voice was mildly disbelieving but mostly amused. She pulled one of her legs up to her chest, resting her foot on the seat of the chair, and smiled. “Besides, don’t you think it looks better on me?” more than a little flesh had been revealed by her movements.

Gritting his teeth, the man turned his head to the side in a poor attempt to hide his burning face. “I think that you should stop behaving in such a…such a vulgar manner!”

“Aw, so prim and proper aren’t you, Matty?” Nenet cooed, laughing at the man’s muttered curses.

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as a teenager and maybe a little further

She realised her father didnt love her as much he did her sister the day she turned 13.

It always been about Noelle, she mused, watching him hug her older twin sister. Noelle, the straight A student. Noelle, the absolute sweetheart. Noelle, his perfect daughter.

Wasn’t that funny, she thought, that depite marrying a creative woman named Aspen and having a creative daughter, he adored the logical one of his children. 

Chana knew Sebastian loved Aspen, it would be impossible to say otherwise, but she didn’t think he loved her as much.

In fact, she knew he didn’t.

Chana started wearing brown contacts the day after she turned 14.

She was the only one with black hair and blue eyes like her father and she hated it. 

Sebastian hated it but who cared what he thought. It wasn’t coming out of his money.

Maven had taken one look and accepted it. But that was Maven for you.

Maven and she bought a box of hair dye and sequestered themselves in Maven’s bathroom. 

They didn’t come out until every lock on her head was a dark blue colour.

Oh, how the air went thick with anger when her parents saw it. Chana was grounded but she didn’t care. She just laughed.

That was her first open act of teenage rebellion.

It only got worst from there.

“Why did I let you talk me into this?”

Chana looked at her sister out of the corner of her eye for a moment before tossing her head back with a laugh. “If I recall correctly, my nerdy sister dear, you wanted to prove that you weren’t a scaredy cat.”

“Only because you provoked me,” then, after a few moments, “and don’t call me a nerd!” was added.

“Isn’t that what you are, though?” Maven chipped in with her two cents.

“Screw you.”

“You couldn’t land me even if you tried, darling,” Maven retorted with a toss of her head, pointedly ignoring her best friend’s hysterical laughter.

“She’d have to be Cassandra Goth to do that,” Chana managed to get out through her laughter.

“Chana, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it, mom?” the girl finished tying her newly purple hair into pigtails and faced her mother.

“Well, you know how your father and I were talking about having another child a few months ago?”

“Yeah…” Chana thought she knew where this was going.

“I’m pregnant,” Aspen said, patting her stomach meaningfully with a smile on her face.

“Congratulations, mom!” Chana got up from the bar stool and hugged her.

“Thank you, dear.”

“I dont think dad likes me that much, “ Vera, her sweet little sister revealed to her one night when they were both down in the basement.

“I think he feels the same about me to be honest, kiddo,” Chana rested her head on the palm of her hand.

“I mean, I love him. But…”

“Yeah, I feel you.”

Now, despite her attitude most of the time, Chana didn’t hate her sister. Not that much at least. 

That changed when she saw Noelle making out with her girlfriend.

What followed were two fights in quick succession, a telling off from her father and a break up with her girlfriend.

“We’re adults now,” Maven said, as if she couldn’t quite believe it.

“And you’re dating Jace Bell. That’s something I would never have thought possible.”

“Don’t remind me…”

“Hey, Chana?” 

The girl turned around in her swivel chair to face her now teenaged little sister. “Yeah, kiddo?”

“Can I tell you something?” Vera asked, walking in and perching on the edge of the bed.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so you know how I had a crush on Lucas when I was a kid and he returned it and we were best friends but we also hugged a lot more than normal best friends? Well…he asked me over to his house and I didn’t expect anything but then he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“What did you say?”

“I…I said yes,” Vera admitted.

“Good for you, kiddo! I hope your love life is more stable than mine.”

Chana sighed, looking around at the many cardboard boxes that filled the apartment. 

It wasn’t that big but it was hers. Hers to decorate, hers to live in.

She sank to the floor and smiled. 

Things were looking up.

A very disjointed story, featuring the main events of Chana’s life so far.

@writer-grandma, idk but I think it’s okay???

we need to tell

He lets red drip from his nose, two streaks of blood that cross his lips and run down his chin, staining his tanned skin with a red hue.

“We have something to say here that we need to tell.”

She laughs like she’s choking on broken glass and yet finds amusement in the absurdity of the situation. Blood leaks out from the corners of her mouth and drips down to stain her white shirt.

“We’re all dying here, can’t you tell?”

He closes his eyes and lets his blood carve two red paths down his cheeks to disappear against the black of his coat.

“There’s a story here that we need to tell.”

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World Building for FGS pt.5 Gods

  • All spirits are recognised as gods depending on what continent you’re in. For example, Veganon recognises Irides and Messis as deities whilst Laman doesn’t.
  • There are two gods that are universally recognised as gods. They are Light and Darkness. It is generally accepted that Darkness birthed the world and Light breathed life into it. They are known as either the “universal gods” or the “primordial deities”.
  • Saguaro is, quite possibly, the only place where aside from Light and Darkness, no other spirit is viewed as a god. 
  • People often hold festivals dedicated to their gods. In Veganon, there’s an entire week dedicated to the “Irides’ Messis”. As the name suggests, it is dedicated to the rainbow and the harvest spirit, specifically it is dedicated to the legend that they married on Veganon.
  • A few of Laman’s gods are Glacies, the goddess/spirit of ice and snow, Pruinae, the god/spirit of aquatic animals like fish, and Venandi, god/spirit of hunting and fishing.

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alois sucks at rock, paper, scissors

“How did I let you talk me into this?” Alois wondered aloud, watching Mallory plait his hair into a fish tail braid from the corner of his eye.

“You lost at rock, paper, scissors,” she said around the hairband between her teeth.

“Oh yeah.”

“You will look pretty with your hair like this though,” she pulled the band from between her teeth and tied it around the end of the braid.

“Don’t call me pretty,” he said sharply, turning his face away from her to hide the slight blush that appeared on his face.

“But it’s true!” Mallory dropped down from the couch to sit beside him. “You’re pretty, Raine’s pretty…hell, even Leander’s pretty. Don’t let him know I said that or he’ll get a swelled head,” she quickly tacked onto the end.

Alois snickered and twisted around to bump his forehead against hers. “Of course, Mal,” he smirked at her, “you’re quite pretty yourself.”

“Damn right I am,” she tossed her head back and laughed for a second before kissing him on the cheek.

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not the drapes!

“I smell burning,“ Mallory announced as soon as she stepped into the living room, carrying a bag of chinese take-out in her left hand. "Who let Daniele attempt to cook?”

“That isn’t Daniele’s cooking this time. A candle set the curtains on fire,” Alois informed her from his spot on the couch. Raine was sat with his legs over the arms of one of the big chairs whilst Milo and Leander were lying on the floor. Connally was passed out beside the TV.

“My drapes!” Akirou ran over to the damaged curtains and sank to his knees with a mournful wail.

“Oh my god. Chill out, Aki,” Mallory handed the bag to Alois and claimed her seat. “We can replace them easily.”

“The fabric was limited edition!”

“I don’t think that’s a thing.”

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chats about drinking and cats

“I thought I’d find you up here.”

Morgan half turned at the sound of Nenet’s voice. She stood slightly behind him on his right, still wearing that long dress the noble lady she was friends with had given her. She’d discarded the jewellery and the sandals, he noted, and she must have wiped the make-up off as well.

She looked nice, he decided, more like herself and less like a noblewoman.

He turned back to the night sky and exhaled. “Did you?”

“Well,” she sat down beside him and drew her knees up to her chest, “it was either here or the ship and I know Maurice stayed behind to make sure you didn’t try to sneak off.”

“He probably decided to drink as much beer as he could and passed out.”

Nenet threw her head back and laughed, not one of those fake tittering laughs that the women in the ballroom below did but a full on, from the stomach, laugh. It suited her, almost as much as the quiet chuckles she did whenever someone said or did something so stupid that you just had to laugh.

Morgan wished that Maurice hadn’t prompted his realisation about what he felt for Nenet. It made things a lot more complicated, especially as he was noticing small things about her that he wouldn’t have otherwise.

Like how her lips pursed slightly when she was looking over maps and scrolls and how she always went out early in the morning to feel the sea air on her skin and how she sometimes mouthed the chants she used to summon creatures when she was thinking.

“Alyss must have joined him then,” Nenet said, rolling her eyes at Morgan’s distracted demeanour.

“Really?” he looked at her with an amused smile on his face. “What are they gonna do, drink together?”

“You never know!” Nenet rested her head on his shoulder and laughed. “They are good friends though and I wouldn’t put it passed Alyss to try and drink.”

Despite his internal panicking over the fact that she was in his personal space and he didn’t know what to do, Morgan let out a throaty laugh.

“You know some weird people, desert dweller.”

“I know you, don’t I?”

Morgan looked so offended that Nenet almost chocked on her laughter.

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