pillow talk (i guess)

Astra stared at him and Apollo stared at her. Both were breathing heavily after what they had done.

Apollo spoke first because of course he did. “Well…that was something.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, for once not having a sharp comeback on her tongue, eyes trailing down over the various mouth shaped marks she had made on his neck and upper torso.

The sun god smirked, doing the same to her. There weren’t as many marks on her but he took pride in the ones he’d left all the same. “The great Chóros, seduced by a guy she professes to hate.”

“Considering I was on top all the way through that, I dont think you get to say that you seduced me,” Astra said dryly, shifting on to her side. “And besides,” she continued with her eyes closed, “I never said I hated you. When you’re not doing something stupid, I quite like you.”

“Careful, anyone would think that you had a thing for me,” Apollo copied her, rolling onto his side and wrapping an arm around her waist.

“If anything,” she cut herself off to yawn, blinking slightly and looking at him with half closed eyes, “I would say that you’re the one with a thing for me.”

“You aren’t wrong,” he muttered.

“Course I’m not.”

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a blessed tongue and blighted eyes

There’s a stillness in the air like a sharp intake of breath, not from fear, but from anticipation. Something is going to happen, something the world has been waiting for for a long time.

She stumbles slightly over tree roots, crashing against the bark to support herself. Her elbow scraped against it and she almost curses at the stinging sensation that erupts before she silences herself.

No one can know about what she’s doing. Not yet anyway.

Her dress is long and entirely inappropriate for her trek through the woods, she knows this, but if she is going to see the only man who has ever held her heart for the first time in over a hundred years, she wants to look nice.

Bernice cleared the trees and roots, pausing at the edge of the clearing. In the centre was Attor.

His hair the colour of purple wine, tied up in a high ponytail. His skin the colour of marble. His snake-like eyes that widened when he turned to look at her were the colour of sulphur and she adored that.

“You-” he begins before cutting himself off and returning to simply staring.

“Me,” she agrees, breathless and smiling so wide her cheeks begin to ache. “God, Attor. You dont know how much I’ve missed you.”

“I can assure you that I have missed you more,” he whispers. She still hears it.

Bernice feels a relieved laugh start to bubble in the back of her throat at the exact same time as she realises there’s tears spilling out of her eyes.

Attor’s eyes widened and, in the time it took for her to blink, he had moved across the clearing to stand in front of her. He reached his hand up to her face and brushed his thumb gently across the tears.

“Blessed one,” he whispered, dipping his head down to kiss her on the forehead. “My Bernice. Please don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it. I’m so happy to see you again,” she whispered back as she turned her head to kiss him on the side of the mouth. “My Attor.”

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totally innocent actions and conversation

They crashed against the door, his hands on her waist and her arms around his neck. Astra didn’t know how they got in this position, she suspected the slightly fruity drink she could still taste on her tongue. (she was ignoring the fact that that small drink wouldn’t be enough to get her drunk and she knew it)

She pulled back slightly and, had it been any other time, she would have laughed at the look of confusion on Apollo’s face.

“I refuse to be caught making out with you in the open,” she said instead.

Apollo rolled his eyes at her but let go of her waist long enough to open the door and drag her inside.

Astra placed her hands on his chest and, with a wicked smile on her face, pushed him backwards onto the bed.

Apollo looked momentarily surprised before smirking. “Feisty,” he drawled, pushing himself up on his elbows.

“Oh, shut up,” she laughed, climbing onto the bed and straddling his torso.

“Hmm, no,” he tried to pull her down to kiss her but Astra batted his hands away with an amused snort.

“Keep your hands to yourself. We’re doing this my way.”

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4am thoughts

It’s 4AM when Mallory wakes up, according to the flashing neon lights of the alarm clock on the bedside table.

She raises herself up on her hands, the sheet slipping off her bare shoulders, and looks across at her lover.

He’d rolled over in his sleep to face her, strands of light blonde hair falling in his face. She reached out and brushed them aside, smiling slightly at the relaxed, somewhat innocent expression on his face.

You wouldn’t believe that this was a man who could kill several men without flinching and then berate you for getting injured, all with that concerned look in his eyes.

You wouldn’t believe that this was a man who had blushed when she had whispered filth into his ears and then smirked when he’d done the same back. You wouldn’t believe he was the man who left marks on her neck and moaned when she did the same.

Mallory breathed out a noise that might have been laughter and laid back down. She shifted close enough to him that she could trace his face with her fingertips. He was a handsome man, she knew that much.

She yawned and closed her eyes, smiling slightly when she felt his hand wrap around hers and squeeze gently.

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Small Bit of FTS That I Needed to Get Out Before Continuing

He raised his head to scowl at her before sighing and conceding her point. “Fair enough.”

“Usually you don’t care about that though, you’re usually content to leave the raising of your children to the mothers,” Astra tilted her head to the side curiously.

“That because it isn’t usually a problem,” Apollo stood up and paid before nodding to her and walking out the door.

She looked after him for a moment. “Rude,” was finally muttered and she turned back to her own drink.

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a blessed tongue tells the greatest lies

“Once upon a time, before the time we know, there was a princess. She was like many other princesses before her, she was pretty and kind and loved by many people. Suitors came to the door daily to ask for her hand in marriage but she turned them all away.

For she had a secret.

Underneath her mask of kindness lay a woman who was enchanted by the darker side of things.

Perhaps that was why her heart had been stolen by the spirit of Decay and she had stolen his in return.

Her father quickly tired of her constant refusal to marry and, without her knowledge, arranged a match between her and the son of a wealthy duke.

When she found out, she ran and hid away in her room, ranting and raving to her equally enraged lover.

Together, they hatched a plan. A plan that they would never be able to pull off.

They were discovered and, chained in a cage like animals, burned. Only the princess died.

But they say that she is reborn once in a hundred years, searching for her lost-”

“Bernice, are you telling her fairy tales again?” the irritated, high-pitched voice of the older woman cut off the much calmer voice of the younger.

“She is a child. You dont get those years back,” Bernice sighed and rose from where she had been sat beside the young girl’s bed. “I’m quite certain that you cannot remember your childhood fondly.”

“That’s besides the point. If you fill her head with tales of princes and princesses, she’ll start to believe the lies.”

With that, the woman turned on her heel and strode out of the dormitory.

Bernice rolled her eyes and looked down at the little girl. Somewhen during that exchange, she’d fallen asleep.

“It would do you well to remember that there is a little truth in every tale,” her eyes flashed gold. “After all, how else would people be warned?”

She blinked and her eyes faded to hazel brown.

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let poison drip from a blessed tongue

“Now, here’s the thing, darling,” she pulls herself up from the ground, one hand against the wound on her side that will definitely need stiches. She doesn’t care at that moment, a smile on her face that was surely seen as mad by all who saw it. “I reckon that I know more about those keys then you ever will and, in binding yourself to that particular key without properly researching it, you have played the part exactly as I wanted you to.”

“Wha-” the other woman tried to say but the sudden sound of the key cracking and the light that seeped out of it cut her off.

“Let he who drains all life away walk the earth another day,” Bernice smirked at her.

She had no time to respond as her body was over-taken by a spiralling hurricane of light.

Bernice walked closer. She didn’t fear the light, not at all.

It cleared and the woman was no more. She had been replaced by a tall man with long dark purple hair that bordered on black.

Bernice placed a hand on his cheek, chuckling when his snake-like eyes shot open in a glare and his hand grabbed hers.

The rage in his eyes subsided and was replaced by a softer emotion. If she had been another girl, she might’ve called it love.

“Blessed one,” his voice was soft with a hissing quality. He smiled, revealing sharp fangs.

“Attor,” she returned, smiling at her almost lover.

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in front of the camera pt.11

(The camera started up to focus on a small collection of shampoo and conditioner on a desk)

“This shit is expensive,” Mallory observed as she picked up one of the bottles, not even reacting when the door slammed open and Alois, sans his shirt, stalked in.

“Give me back my shampoo,” he growled at her.

“Why the fuck do you pay so much for it?”

“It’s a small price to pay for self esteem.”

“That’s kinda sad.”

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why are you doing this to me?

“Why do you keep staring at me?”

“Aren’t I allowed to look at my boyfriend?”

“Not when you look like you’re planning my murder.”

She rolled her eyes and scooted over the floor to sit in front of him. She brought her hands out to either side of his face and poked him in the cheeks. Repeatedly.

If he wasn’t confused already, he was when she pinched his cheeks and forced them upwards to force a smile, then a frown.

She dropped her hands and moved back, snickering as he rubbed his assaulted face.

“What was that for?” he whined.

“You have a squidgy face,” she informed him, face completely serious apart from the smirk.

“It isn’t that squidgy!” he said with a pout on his face.

“It is.”

Hello, yes I am a serious writer who likes writing both fluff and horror.

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Another Snippet for CDTY

Date: 2nd of March, 2025

Vocal Log Entry No.365

The new engineer is doing well though I doubt she will be ever prepared for Catriona’s invasions of personal space.

One of the time travellers demanded that I make another victorian corset because she didn’t want to dress as a poor person. All the corsets are in use, she can go as a poor person or she can not go at all because I am not sewing another one of those things for a long time and, if someone attempts to make me, I will have kittens.

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