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❝ And you could even have one of those white horses with really long hair. ❞ Caspian went on, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked back down at he tin tray before him. Fingers were messed with his meal, the naan bread doing a good enough job to suck up much of the sauce as he brought it to his lips, hunching over the table some as he took a fair sized bite. Rice stuck to his lower lip until he licked it away, chewing for a few moments.
❝ Or it could be died blue, or purple, or pink. ❞ He mused mouth half full as he tucked his food into his cheek to talk, looking back at his meal as he chuckled. He had grown closer with Belle over the past few months –– drawn to her insatiable desire to smile and have a good time. He needed that in his life –– Gods knew just how much he needed that.
With her legs half crossed on the awkward benches on the high school lunch room, Belle sat half turned to her friend. Her hands waving around wildly as she described her thoughts in detail. She paused, looking up at the ceiling, “No way. My hair’s blue. The horse can’t have my hair color, that’d be silly, Cas. Besides, modern princesses are going jewel tone. It can have deep emerald color hair. It would bring out my eyes.”
She’d truly hated to admit it, but she wasn’t sure if she would have even stayed at the school if she hadn’t met Caspian. Her fights with her teachers, especially in math and science, were epic. That they refused to accept simple logic or accept that they were clearly wrong and that the textbooks were poorly written baffled and frustrated her to no end.
The constant feeling of the other kids staring at her, making her doubt everything about herself, made it nearly unbearable to exist in the school. Was she passing? Did they see through her? The terror she felt every morning as she stared into the mirror with puberty taking its toll on her body. She’d never get the changes the other girls got… she just prayed, begged, that the HRT would be enough to keep her from ever having the other changes. Surely she was old enough now to stop worrying… that it would have started if it was going to happen… but she didn’t want a beard. Didn’t want her voice to change.
But sitting her with Caspian, ranting about princesses, without being told that she was too old to love them anymore; it let her drown out the rest of the school. The sound of the teachers and kids. Not really, she could still hear all the banging and what sounded like a million voices all at once, but it was more bearable. Those things weren’t as important as explaining it great, excruciating detail, the nature of the gown she would wear.
“I mean, especially if I’m going to be riding a horse off to save the Prince, then it has to be able to pull up and tie at the sides. Side saddle is stupid. But then it should unfurl like a sailboat, right? And… oh! Light up at the bottom, that would be so cool! I would wear practical shoes, of course, I mean who’s going to even see under the dress, right?” she could accept the idea of sword fighting her way past a dragon in a dress, but not in high heels. That was just silly.
Bell bit her lip and ducked her head, a light lavender blush covering her cheeks. She’d meant to say something silly, but now nothing would come out. Squeezing her friend’s fingers she finally forced out a laugh, “Y-yeah, heh. We totally need to get matching tattoos. That’d be so fucking badass, right?”
Lyn merely watched as the blush rose to her friend’s cheeks, something that she wouldn’t draw attention to … at least not yet, anyways. SHe’d bide her time with such a thing as she always did, finding herself laughing lightly as she returned the affectionate squeeze to Bell’s hand as well. It wasn’t all that uncommon for the feline to use physical acts like that to wordlessly show her affection, rather than actually speaking it out loud. It was the words that Bell spoke that drew that laughter out more, tilting her head back just a touch before grinning.
“A course it would be! Anythin’ I get tattooed on my would be bad ass,” she teased, winking before reaching forward to poke Bell’s cheek. “Ya wanna go an’ do it now?” she prompted, only partially joking.
Bell laughed brightly, “Fuck yeah you’d look bad ass. The baddest ass,” she waggled her brows, giggling madly.
“Would your dad be pissed? I fucking know mine would be, ha!” the young blue woman flopped back, staring up at the ceiling, “Damn, just imagining the look on his face next time I get slammered. He’d be the only one to know what it even meant to, ahahaha,” she held her sides laughing, though she really doubted she’d be brave enough to go through with getting that idea done. It would involve trusting the tattoo artist an awful lot.
Propping her chin on her hand and looking up at her friend, Bell mused, “But, yeah. Ink would be so fucking sweet.”
Syx ducked his had, “It uhh… Doesn’t translate well,” he didn’t have the context of understanding of his native language to even begin to hope at translating it. He traced his blue fingers over the warm brown of her neck, “It’s something mother used to tell me.”
Kissing her neck again he murmured, “It means love and promises and hope for the future,” sitting in the sandy earth, the stars above them, Syx curled his arms around Anna and threaded their fingers together, “Because right here, like this, with you, the future is a beautiful thing.”
Anna smiled a small gentle smile as Syx spoke, simply relishing in the sensation of her mate so close to share their combined body heat. Even if the layers of clothing he did insist on her wearing prevented her from being able to feel all of it, she was able to feel enough to relish in the sensation. There was a soft noise mostly originating from her chest as he kissed her neck, lips parting to let out a soft sigh. She felt an incredible sense of home as they lay together, only their close proximity keeping the chill of the air from touching them.
“..It is. And it always will be. Our place is not home… you are home,” she murmured, smiling that smile that seemed to only be reserved for him. Fingers tightening around his hand, she shifted to run her nose along his jaw line before she angled her head just enough to kiss him, trying to convey the love for him through the contact.
Syx melted into her kiss, his free hand drifting gently behind her head, his fingers threading through her hair. The feel of it always delighting him. And her love. The smell of it, of her, he seemed to be able to read so many more subtleties the longer they were together. So many little flavors of it that he hadn’t gotten before. A faint bouquet that was all that much sweeter becuase he had learned to read her.
Wild and earthy and free. She reminded him of cardamon and dark chocolate. Campfire cooked marshmallows and the smell of the wind right off the lake. It’s why he had to take her here. Where the wilderness met the Lake. Where his life met her nature. Under the stars, he came from and on the Earth she was born from.
Syx would always be a city creature, but the woods always had a fascination… Even more so when he was wrapped up in his dear Tiger… No, his Evil Queen. His lips moved with a greater urgency as he rolled over the top of her, his kisses trailing down her neck to suck on the tender skin. Clever blue fingers worked their way under the layers of warm clothing, seeking skin. The fire of her, so hot to his cool touch. With his palm pressed against her side, he moaned softly into her mouth, “Anna…”
And then he recalled that the gift was only half over, “OH!”
Bouncing off her with a giddy smile plastered all over his face, he waved his hands about wildly, “I have more! I’ve been working on it for ages. Oh where did I put that?” the blue genius started digging through the pack, “Because you can hardly be an Evil Queen without a costume!” he looked over his shoulder and quickly added, “Not that you have to go out and commit dastardly evil schemes with me, but if you wanted to. And if you DO then we can put branding on this!”
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Syx froze at those words. His activities in the criminal world had been quiet of late. Not more grandstanding with Metro Man. He hadn’t even been arrested in four months… he’d been focused on sorting out his own life. In settling in with Anna. If figuring out his place in the multiverse…
And so he hadn’t been seeing as much of Lyn. He can’t even recall what he’d just said to her. The words had leaked out of his mind at her reaction. As it was, it had been an ever odd war inside of him at their strange relationship. It defied words or explanation. But… never in a million years would he have expected to hear those words from the feisty Hell Cat.
He’d been in silent shock for too long before he croaked out, “Leave -what?” he shook his head, trying to make the words order themselves in a logical way, “Emmalyn… why would you…?”
{{ going to use this as an excuse to write a human!au drabble }}
The twins had been reconnecting. Tony still felt in a whirl that he even had a sister much less a twin that he hadn’t seen since he was three. Having ended up going to the same college, and in many of the same engineering classes, the two had become fast friends. But that wasn’t nearly good enough for Belle. She wanted to embrace this with both arms up and covered in glitter.
Which is how Tony ended up going to the karaoke bar with her on Friday night. It had taken quite a few drinks before Tony was even willing to set foot on the stage with Belle giggling madly and clinging to his arm in her own nervous self-consciousness. And of course she picked Time Warp. Rocky Horror was a favorite of his and he knew all the words by heart, so there went his excuse for mumbling the lines.
Laughing, Belle pressed her face into her twin’s back. Face strained, Tony hissed back, “This was your idea. Sis.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” she bit her lip, bouncing, “Is it starting? Is it?”
Once the music began, Belle about shouted him deaf, “It’s astounding! Time is fleeting! Madness takes its toll!”
Feeling like a fool, Tony tried to keep up. Presentation. If you acted like it was okay, people would believe it. He rushed as his lines came again, “It’s so dreamy. Oh, fantasy free me. So you can’t see me. No not at all.”
Belle swung her hips, eyes nearly closed so she didn’t have to see the crowd. The fact that it was a song to dance to, Tony was grateful for. He was a shit singer, they both were, but they could dance. They slid through the moves silkily all while Tony barely sang loud enough and Belle shouted every line.
When it was all over and they slipped off stage, Tony wrapped his hands around his beer like a lifeline, “Why did you take Riff Raff?”
Belle snorted and flipped her curly blue hair, “You’re clearly a Magenta. Embrace it, brother.”
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