Dreamscape

Fab Four: Parasite

Amanda gave the prompt of Olivia relaxing, perhaps with Edwin. Here’s my response!

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“Do you miss it?” 

“Hm?” 

He tilted his head, and she plunged long fingers into the mass of dark curls, running them through her hand. They would straighten and then bounce back like tiny springs of silk. Edwin’s narrow shoulders relaxed against her knees, and she smiled, massaging his scalp to help ease the tension that wracked his body. The sweater was thin enough to show the sharp lines of his shoulder blades and back, cast into focus by the light of the cackling fire. Gusts of snow flittered by the large window near the chair, but she paid it no mind. Edwin was surrounded by pieces of parchment, only agreeing to her suggestion of relaxation on the condiction that work came with him. 

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Crosswind: Switch

Dev switched Vik and Ryhe so that Vik is the lykos and Ryhe the human— so I sorta did the same for Abby and Leslie. These two are from the RPG board Crosswind where I met five of my dearest friends (Amanda, Lindsey, Lenka, Em and Dev). ‘Original’ Leslie is a pianist who broke away from his family of lykos hunters; Abigail is a wild mountain lykos who falls in love with him. He doesn’t know what she is while she full well knows he’s from a well known family that slaughter her kind (this is now switched so she’s the hunter and he’s the lykos) I switched their occupations as well as their race. Um enjoy! (Side note: Story takes place in Europe in 1920s) 

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Before her death his mother had told him, “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to, Les.” 

He hadn’t been sure what that had to do with him asking where Benjamin was, but the words stuck. Mostly because Kelsey Walker wasn’t one to spew nonsense. His drunk of a father, wrathful with fists of iron and fangs like knives, wasn’t one to take it. Leslie’s ruff was riddled with tiny scars beneath the fur where Chase had put reminders. 

Leslie had left a few of his own. 

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Prompt: Crossfire

pancakeghost said: okay let’s try this: Cindy and Juliet - something tense, like the last quiet moment before the storm hits, the scene is deserted, both have things to say but neither wants to say them. Bonus points for water imagery (opposite banks of a creek maybe?) 

Okay its short because I can’t reveal too much (spoilers!) so here! I might add more later. 

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The water was dripping from the ceiling of the broken down warehouse. It splashed into a mini pool that was collecting along the concrete floor. The metal walls were rusty, eroding like the ceiling. The air was chilly, cold enough to send goosebumps nipping across my arms and shoulders under two thick layers of clothing. My breath was frost, but the weight in my stomach was colder.

Everything was grey, bleached of color, and I brushed my fingers against the colorful ribbons that hung at my hip. They offered a small sort of reassurance.

Especially considering who I stood across from.

Juliet had cut her hair to her chin, straight, perfect edges that framed her pale face. Her almond eyes were darker then I remembered, and she wore a long coat that went to her knees. 

“Cynthia,” she acknowledged, her gentle voice breezy.

“Yeah?” I raised my eyebrows and tossed my head, feeling my hair settle around my shoulders. It was too cold to put it up, and it hung in waves that tickled my cheeks. I’d slap dashed pined back my bangs with a burette, and I suddenly felt very plain in comparsion to Jules.

A soft noise escaped her, a puff of air, and she shifted her weight. 

“Where’s Mordecai?” I said briskly, skimming my gaze across the abandoned building. 

“Not here,” she replied.

“Thanks, Sherlock,” I threw back. “What would I be able to do without your powers of deduction?” 

Juliet’s features scrunched for a moment and then relaxed.

“I didn’t ask you to come here to talk about Mordecai,” she said softly, and I hunched my shoulders, my hand still near the ribbons. 

“Yeah, well tough luck,” I decided. “I’m not too keen to talk to you about anything else.”

“Cynthia,” Juliet looked pained. “Matteo…is—”

“He’s fine,” I cut her off, straightening. “He’s better then fine, actually. He’s not roaming the halls weeping because you left him, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Back off,” Juliet snapped, her gloved hands turning into twin fists. “I’m not a threat to you, or to him, or to you two together.” 

“What?” I said. “We’re not together.” 

Juliet’s eyebrows vanished into her low hanging bangs. 

“Right,” she acknowledged in disbelief. “Matteo is my best friend, Cynthia Fletcher. I care about him.”

“Enough to leave and disappear for months with no word,” I nodded. “Touching.”

She let out a frustrated noise.

“I’m not here to pick a fight over a boy,” she said flatly. “I know you’re hurt over what Mordecai and I did, but we had to. What we’re doing is big. Its for all of us.”

“Mhm,” I nodded, unconvinced, and Juliet sighed. 

“He misses you, you know,” she said softly. “A lot.”

I looked away, my throat tightening, a dull ache spreading in my chest. 

“He talks of little else,” she continued. “I just want you to know.”

Mordecai laughed, and the man opposite him smiled. 

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning forward. He spun the piece of paper on the table around so that the words were no longer upside down and pushed it invitingly to Mordecai. “Apply.”

“I’m sixteen,” Mordecai pointed out, shaking his head. “I’d need to have friends in high places to get a job that young in this city.”

“Don’t you?” the man tipped his hat back and grinned, showing blunt, straight white teeth. 

“I don’t need the money,” Mordecai added with a small shrug. The man in white nodded.

“True,” he agreed. “But you’re too restless, my friend. It’d be good to get out, gain new experiences.” 

Mordecai’s entire body stilled.

“I have enough”— he tapped the side of his temple with two fingers — “experiences to last a lifetime. Several, in fact.”

“Don’t you want to see more?” his companion raised both his eyebrows. “You’ve never been one to hold back.” 

“But a coffee shop?” Mordecai said. “Not very exciting, is it?” 

“You’d be surprised,” said the man.

“Yeah,” Demetri spoke up from the couch. “It’ll be a thrill, Mori. Bring home the bacon!”

“You could keep an eye out for me,” the man in white smiled, his eyes sparkling. “See if you find any strays.” 

Mordecai looked down at the application. 

“I like strays,” he said.