There has been talk of Strife and bioluminescence and freckles and bioluminescent freckles and then this happened.
If you squint at this fic and maybe tilt your head a bit to the left, you might see some Parvill idk.
Parv’s castle was heavy stone and dim torches, windowless to keep the water out, so it was too easy to lose track of time. He hated alarms and never bothered to set one, so on the days Strife was meant to come over, Parv would wake to a warm hand on his bare shoulder and a pair of overbright jade eyes shining above him.
"Rise and shine, Parvis!"
Parv wondered if the CEO took extra pleasure in waking him up super early.
"Seven thirty is not super early," Strife would snort.
And Parv would reply with a, “Seven thirty is not super early,” in his best whiney impersonation of Strife, while pulling his shirt over his head.
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