Hey, You. Yeah, You. The One Who Hasn’t Told A Single Soul, Doesn’t Have Any Pride Merch, Maybe Doesn’t

Lmao relatable.

i love how people who are into british aisles folklore vs. people who are into the modern edgy faerie movement sound like cat people vs. dog people like

me: *mentions faeries* someone reblogging my post: um even THINKING about faeries, ESPECIALLY IRISH FAERIES, is to flirt with a fate worse than death. your blood will drip form their sharp teeth. their sharp, sharp, pointy, sharp teeth. this isn’t tinker bell you’re dealing with. me: ….ANYWAY, this is my brounie his name is ferd and he unclogs my shower drain

This is wonderful! Kai just laughing in the background, like this is gonna take forever to explain.

Vale: We’re not gonna burn it

Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything

You can kind of share them around? Me desperately trying to put a positive spin on this. But yeah, you are terribly cruel.

Hiya, could you do having seen you dance I know you have no feet (I’ve not got that completely right but can’t remember the exact phrasing, I know I’d be terrible with the Language, I’d say one thing inaccurately and get engulfed in an avalanche, swiftly followed by a tsunami) for Irene and Kai, please?

If I had The Language I’d probably get punished for the amount of Fuck bombs that I drop.

“Having seen you dance, I know you have no feet.” Kai said to Irene, leaning over to mutter to her, their arms linked. “Or I would ask you for a dance.”

“When did you ever see me dance?”

“Russia.” Kai said as they continued to circulate the room. “You stood on Alberich’s toes.” Irene supressed her shudder of disgust.

“Has it passed your mind that I may have done that on purpose?” She asked. “Why wouldn’t I stand on his feet when given the opportunity. Petty victories, Kai. Petty victories.” She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. “I will have you know that I am a wonderful dancer, however, you shall never find that out.”

“Please, may I have your hand for the next dance?” Irene slipped her arm out of his and took a few steps toward the bar.

“Sorry, I don’t have any feet. And I need a drink if I have to be here for much longer.” She replied before hedging her way through the groups of people, leaving Kai chuckling and shaking his head.

He caught up with her as she caught the attention of a bartender. “Whiskey, neat, please.” She asked.

“I’ll have the same.” Kai said with a nod, perching on the stool next to her. “So, this contact of yours.” Irene touched her earlobe, toying with the small scar that had been a lobe piercing.

“Our friend hasn’t arrived yet.” She shrugged and paid for their drinks. He gently bumped the rim of his glass against hers before they both took a sip. It was smooth and made their mouths burn a little bit. Irene left a faint lipstick smudge on our glass. “We shouldn’t be waiting too much longer.”

“I told you not to wear high heels.” He muttered, more to the whiskey than to her, then in brighter tones. “Well, good whiskey, women and the music isn’t half bad, I don’t mind the wait around.”

“Where are these women?” Irene said with a frown as she surveyed the room. “I haven’t been on a date for years and would not complain.” Kai looked at her before sighing.

“I was talking about you.” He said softly. “I know you are going to say no, that we shouldn’t, not that we can’t mind you. I know that it isn’t against the rules. I have checked, before you try to suggest that.”

“Kai, I don’t want to keep having this conversation, it’s tiring. It isn’t against any official rules, but it is against mine. You are my friend, let that be enough, please. For both of our sakes.” She sighed and listened to the ice in her glass. “Go and find one of the other women who’ll be happy to go- no, go home with them, not back to our house please, someone who’ll say yes, so that you don’t keep wasting your time on one hundred and one no’s.”

Kai sadly smiled. “I’d rather be rejected one hundred and one times, than get a yes from someone that I could never care for.” He got up though. “I’m going to get some fresh air, I won’t be long. Don’t move, especially if your contact makes… contact.” He cringed a little.

“Alright, stay safe.” He took his drink.

“You too.”

Aww, this is sweet and explains pretty thoroughly Irene’s sudden decrease in productivity! Thanks for sharing, I really enjoyed it.

Kissing prompts 13 and 16

"I'm trying to work, stop distracting me."

"I thought you liked it when I kissed you." Irene slowly exhaled and wished the room was several degrees colder. She toyed with her pen and did not look up at Kai. "You could do with a break."

"I doubt I'll get back to work if I had a break down." She muttered. "I would not complain if you brought up a cup of tea for me though." He smirked.

"So, I'm a very good distraction?" Kai carefully tucked hair behind her ear, stroking the tip of his finger along her skin, over her forehead first, and then down her neck. Irene couldn't suppress a shiver. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You're incorrigible." Kai shrugged.

"You wouldn't love me if I changed. How about we come up with a deal?" He put his hand on top of hers and took the pen, leaning back and playing with it, spinning it around his fingers.

"Let's hear it." Irene sighed, she wasn't going to be getting any work done if he didn't leave her alone. He was a very good (irritating) distraction. She sat back in her chair, turning it slightly to face him.

She had a large desk tucked against a window so that she could get some of the meagre natural light that made its way through, and if not, the street lamps and her desk lamp did the trick. Right now, Kai's face was thrown into sharp profile by her desk lamp and she wanted to trace the lines of his cheeks with her fingers.

"You put the work away for the rest of today and I'll leave you alone tomorrow afternoon."

"What about the morning?"

"Oh, sweetheart." He swept his eyes over her before leaning in and dropping his voice low. "You're going to need a nice, long lay in once we're done tonight."

Irene swallowed.

"Deal."

I've done 16 before, I'll see if I can find you a link, I'd do it again, but I'm really not in the mood for anything like that right now

I am a real sucker for fluff, adorable ness all around! But some angst is good too sometimes.

Hiya could you do it’s so cold for Vale and Silver, please? Thanks.

"It's so cold."

"You should have worn a coat." Vale muttered before sweeping his eyes over Silver, taking in the greyish palour to his skin and the almost blue tinge to his lips. He quickly pulled his coat off and wrapped it around the Fae's shoulders. "We need to get you inside." He took Silver's hand, like ice in his grip, and tarted walking faster, pulling Silver along.

He pulled Silver into his rooms, up the stairs and toward his bedroom. He sat Silver on the edge of the bed and wrapped him up in his quilt before turning to start building up the fire. "You know, I've been wanting to get into your bed for a while, and now it's because it's raining." Silver whined. Vale snorted.

"You should ask, none of this hinting business." Vale replied as he stood up, bruised knees aching from a recent arrest. "I ignore subtle hints. If you want something, ask for it." He swept messy hair out of Silver's eyes as he dragged fingers over his forehead. "I'm going to make coffee, you need a hot drink."

"No whiskey?"

"I can mix some into the coffee." He added a generous splash of whiskey to Silver's cup and left his own without alcohol. He held the glass out to Silver. "It's spiked, so it should be to your taste." He took it and smiled. Vale checked that the fire was happily burning away before taking a seat next to Silver. Silver lightly clinked his mug against Vale's.

"It was a nice night."

"It still is."

"Its raining."

"But its getting quite warm in here." Vale said. "Dinner was nice, and the offer to walk me home was too."

"And the opportunity to cuddle in front of a roaring fire?"

"I'm not the cuddling kind."

"For me?" Vale sighed. "C'mon, you know you want to." Silver pouted and Vale knew that he didn't need to use his glamour to get what he wanted. He wrapped his free arm around Silver's shoulders and pulled him tight against his side.

Silver's lips were cold but tasted like whiskey, and they kept going until they were warm, and the whiskey burnt on Vale's tongue.

And no one died!

Aww, this was sweet! You kept them hanging though, I guess they’ll have to wait until next time to get together. I really enjoyed this snippet, thanks!

Hiya, could you do having seen you dance I know you have no feet (I’ve not got that completely right but can’t remember the exact phrasing, I know I’d be terrible with the Language, I’d say one thing inaccurately and get engulfed in an avalanche, swiftly followed by a tsunami) for Irene and Kai, please?

If I had The Language I’d probably get punished for the amount of Fuck bombs that I drop.

“Having seen you dance, I know you have no feet.” Kai said to Irene, leaning over to mutter to her, their arms linked. “Or I would ask you for a dance.”

“When did you ever see me dance?”

“Russia.” Kai said as they continued to circulate the room. “You stood on Alberich’s toes.” Irene supressed her shudder of disgust.

“Has it passed your mind that I may have done that on purpose?” She asked. “Why wouldn’t I stand on his feet when given the opportunity. Petty victories, Kai. Petty victories.” She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. “I will have you know that I am a wonderful dancer, however, you shall never find that out.”

“Please, may I have your hand for the next dance?” Irene slipped her arm out of his and took a few steps toward the bar.

“Sorry, I don’t have any feet. And I need a drink if I have to be here for much longer.” She replied before hedging her way through the groups of people, leaving Kai chuckling and shaking his head.

He caught up with her as she caught the attention of a bartender. “Whiskey, neat, please.” She asked.

“I’ll have the same.” Kai said with a nod, perching on the stool next to her. “So, this contact of yours.” Irene touched her earlobe, toying with the small scar that had been a lobe piercing.

“Our friend hasn’t arrived yet.” She shrugged and paid for their drinks. He gently bumped the rim of his glass against hers before they both took a sip. It was smooth and made their mouths burn a little bit. Irene left a faint lipstick smudge on our glass. “We shouldn’t be waiting too much longer.”

“I told you not to wear high heels.” He muttered, more to the whiskey than to her, then in brighter tones. “Well, good whiskey, women and the music isn’t half bad, I don’t mind the wait around.”

“Where are these women?” Irene said with a frown as she surveyed the room. “I haven’t been on a date for years and would not complain.” Kai looked at her before sighing.

“I was talking about you.” He said softly. “I know you are going to say no, that we shouldn’t, not that we can’t mind you. I know that it isn’t against the rules. I have checked, before you try to suggest that.”

“Kai, I don’t want to keep having this conversation, it’s tiring. It isn’t against any official rules, but it is against mine. You are my friend, let that be enough, please. For both of our sakes.” She sighed and listened to the ice in her glass. “Go and find one of the other women who’ll be happy to go- no, go home with them, not back to our house please, someone who’ll say yes, so that you don’t keep wasting your time on one hundred and one no’s.”

Kai sadly smiled. “I’d rather be rejected one hundred and one times, than get a yes from someone that I could never care for.” He got up though. “I’m going to get some fresh air, I won’t be long. Don’t move, especially if your contact makes… contact.” He cringed a little.

“Alright, stay safe.” He took his drink.

“You too.”

Yeah, god knows she needs some way to have fun!

Quarantine prompt #18? Bonus if it includes all four characters ;)

“How long will we be inside for?” Irene asked as she stood on tiptoes to fully examine the content of Silver’s kitchen cabinet, specifically the one very well stocked with tea and coffee.”

“Fourteen days.” Kai decided to not point out that, whilst this wasn't Irene’s idea, she had pointed out that it was a good and logical idea.”

“This isn't enough coffee.” Vale muttered, looking over Irene’s shoulder. “Not if we have to deal with Silver for two weeks.”

“You’ll have to switch to tea then.” Kai shrugged, whilst he enjoyed coffee, he didn’t quite understand both Irene’s and Vale’s urge to drink several cups of it with breakfast. It wasn’t that good and most teas had a better taste.

“I suppose.” Irene shrugged. “I suppose that will do, and it’s not like we will ever run out of alcohol staying here.”

Vale hummed. “Yes, the wine cellar is quiet extensive.”

“How do you know that?” Irene was the only one to jump at Silver’s sudden appearance, she’d been examining a tin of tea.

“How on earth do you have this?” Irene interrupted before Vale could respond, holding up the tin of tea. “This is… probably one of the rarer teas in any world that I can name.”

“Do you want to try some?” He asked with a slow smile. If Kai had known that the way to Irene’s heart was tins of rare and expensive teas then he would have done it days after they met, as it was, he did not like the way that Silver looked at Irene.

The expression on Irene’s face was one of shock and excitement that he usually saw when she was reading, it was gentle and endearing and like watching the sunrise. And entirely focused on the tin in her hands, which she was holding like she was terrified of dropping it and spilling the contents.

“What is it?” Kai curiously asked, Irene’s fingers obscured the label.

“Vintage narcissus. I think it would likely be my wages for an entire year for a tin.” She said, looking up. “May I?”

“Of course, little mouse. Anything to see that look on your face again.” Silver raked his eyes over her and Irene wrinkled her nose. “Maybe the gentleman and I will take a foray to the wine cellar to find something that suits our tastes. Maybe some wine for dinner, and then we can have a pot of tea afterwards.” He casually plucked the tin from Irene’s hand and leant across her to put it away again, brushing against her.

Irene bit back a sigh as she felt Silver’s energy brush over her and various fantasies burst into her mind, including one where he’d just drunk the tea, and was kissing her to allow her a chance to taste it upon his lips. She dismissed the notion.

Kai was a far better kisser than he was, she didn’t even need the surge of pain from her brand to ground her against that flash of power, the knowledge that he was more than capable of sneaking up to her bedroom that night certainly did the trick. Maybe with some pilfered alcohol from that aforementioned cellar.

“Alright.” Irene took a large step away and felt a rush of cold air over her skin. “Show the way, because I do not know where this cellar is, and I am very curious about what to steal from you, along with several fascinating books.”

“Which ones?”

“Your Shakespeare folio. I love a challenge, feel free to get more security.” Irene smiled. Kai chuckled. Irene could get quite competitive about breaking in to places, and when he was her student, they would regularly see who could crack a lock (no Language allowed) the quickest. She’d even raced him down a road before, whilst being chased by security, it had been a tie. She was faster, he had longer legs.

Silver led the way back out of the kitchen and to a door at the back of the main staircase. He flicked a light switch and they headed down a steep set of stairs. More lights flickered on at the bottom of the stairs, revealing several rows of shelves full of wines and other alcohols. It looked to be meticulously organised and the shelves were even labelled with types.

“They are in chronological order from when they were bottled.” Silver said. “Starting with the oldest at the far left of the shelf and getting newer toward this side of the room.”

“There’s also an excellent short cut from the servant quarters.” Vale muttered, leaning over so that Irene could just about hear him. “Just in case you need a way in.”

“I could probably get over the garden wall without a lot of hassle.” She replied. “But thank you. Maybe as an exit.” He smirked and nodded. Irene made a note of where he stored the brandy so that, if she did decided to sack the place, she’d have a very good drink before the inevitable arrest.

“Something red.” Silver said with a lazy wave of his hand. “Other than that, see what strikes your fancy.”

It’s okay to explicitly call yourself bisexual. Bisexual isn’t a bad word.

Immediately begins frantic excitement!

*Enters a bookstore*

me to myself: be calm

Vale being fabulous as usual.

Kai: [shining a flashlight under the bed]

Kai: Vale, are you ready to come out and interact with people yet?

Vale: [demonic screeching]

Kai: Understandable. Have a good day