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He’d been naive.
Stupid, foolish, and naive.
Too kind, too nice, too forgiving, too trusting— Too loving. And all he has to show for on this bridge, a divide between two kingdoms, is lily petals.
Pure white, as innocent as snow, yet stained with dried blood, a side-effect of his own magic growing too potent inside of his body. They show his heart’s desire in the shaky palm of his hand, and with it, proof that he’ll never get what he wants. That he isn’t loved back, that it’s unrequited, that instead he’d die a lonely, excruciating death soon. That all he’s worth is his temporary crown, the lies he’s been told, the distrust he’s been given, and the flowers that once blossomed underneath his feet, and now bloom inside his lungs.
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Or, Scott Goldsmith was once a half-elf mage by the name of Scott Springwell
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For a brief moment, the quiet patrol felt less ordinary—like the night itself was waiting for something to happen.
As Nom turned his gaze away from the quiet streets, a sudden sound tore through the stillness of the night.
A scream.
It was sharp and raw, echoing out from the direction of the mage’s hidden house and cutting through the calm like a blade. The wind seemed to falter for a moment, the rustling leaves falling quiet as the sound carried across the moonlit courtyard.
Nom stopped instantly.
The scream wasn’t one of anger or battle. It was the kind that came from deep panic—the kind dragged out of someone who had just been ripped from a terrible dream. The kind that left the air trembling long after it faded.
His eyes snapped back toward the house, now feeling far less peaceful than it had moments before. The shadows around it looked deeper, heavier, as if the night itself had drawn closer.
And Nom knew exactly whose voice it was.
Scott’s.
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“Louis’s gaze switches from one angel to the other, the choking grief he’s been ignoring building up in his chest again and threatening to come spilling out again. ‘What if we tried again?’ he asks.
The second angel’s head tilts to the side. « What do you mean? »
‘What if you sent us back? To the night I died- or earlier than that? And we didn’t make the same mistakes? And he didn’t do- do what he did?’”Alternatively:
Even after he watches his love be torn away from him and dragged down into Hell, Louis will not give up on him. Instead, he goes to the angels and makes a request: Sent them back to the night they met. Give them another chance. Let them get it right this time.
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He stands behind him, leaving little kisses across his shoulders. "So cute, my pet," he croons, grabbing a hairbrush. "We're gonna dress you up all nice and pretty for me, ok?"
The fledgling nods, purring as he feels the brush's bristles glide through his hair pleasantly. Scott continues brushing far past what was actually necessary, simply letting Avid enjoy the feeling. After a bit, Scott grabs a pretty purple ribbon, using it to tie his hair back in a low ponytail.
He made Avid turn to look at himself in the mirror, "Look at how pretty you are, darling," he purrs, sliding a thumb across his bottom lip, making him take a sharp inhale, "your cute kissable lips, your lovely dark hair, your vibrant eyes with those pretty long lashes. I bet you'd look so beautiful crying for me," he leans in to hiss the last sentence into his ear making Avid gasp, keening lightly.
He whimpers as Scott tugs at the leash, guiding him to stand up from the chair. The tension had been brewing for days now; he wanted Scott to touch him so badly.
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- Part 2 of Something Wicked This Way Comes
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Pre cannon au ispired by the scene in the train murder mystery video where Legundo is trapped between Louis and Owen...
Legundo is drunk as hell and deserting his position, haunted by the horrors he's committed. Louis and Owen are seemingly just as eager to jump onto a random moving train but while Louis is kind enough to let Legundo stay within their facade, Owen is not. Oh boy I hope there are no murderers on this train.
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