What’s a soulmate? It’s a… Well, it’s like a best friend but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It’s someone who makes you a better person. Actually, they don’t make you a better person, you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you’ll always love them. Nothing can ever change that.
Last one for the night! Lapis and Turquoise’s fusion, Azurite. She is also rather unstable, mostly due to Lapis’s general jumpiness at the prospect of fusion and Turquoise trying slightly too hard to try to assure Lapis that everything is going to be okay. Azurite is never a forced or manipulative fusion, but she is very jumpy and generally doesn’t last long.
i get this feeling that viktor krum has a great sense of humour, and he gets really into english-language jokes - both as a way to improve his english by deconstructing language, but also because he’s a cool guy and cool guys like jokes. ok.
at least, he thinks he’s got a great sense of humour, but this over-reliance on puns makes most of them groaners, rather than actual laugh-jokes
Enjoltaire | Canon Era | 950 w | Post Mortem Fluff and Comfort | AO3
Heaven was nothing Grantaire had
pictured it to be. Actually, heaven wasn’t something Grantaire had pictured at
all, or rather, not in a really long time. And not for himself. The
Perly Gates had a strange Parisian atmosphere, the same air of
effrontery, its scent. At least he wouldn’t be lost. Mastering the
City of Light’s geography had taken him long enough for him to be
robbed of his knowledge in the afterlife.
Though the hearts were heavy of their
defeat, they were thankful to see each other again. Grantaire had
held Joly tight in his arms when he had recognised him. To think he
hadn’t said goodbye. To think he had left the Earth without a warm
embrace from his friends. How selfish of me, he thought. The only
thing I could bring them was friendship, and I did not deliver.
Bossuet had given him a warm pat on the back and a generous kiss on
the forehead. The man had never held grudges when he was alive, why
start now? Grantaire had lodge his fist against Bahorel’s shoulder in
a brazen greeting. He had been among the first to get here, Grantaire
had been told.
“Did the Master of the House give
you some inebriant, for your trouble?” he had asked with an
“I’m afraid the only spirit I’m
gorging on is that of the Revolution, my friend,” Bahorel had
replied, hitting his chest with the palm of his hand.
“Thirsty work,” Grantaire had
He had secretly admired him, in that
instant, to still believe even though nothing tied him to his ideals
anymore. He supposed it was the very nature of ideals, to be
unreachable, yet unshakable.
Grantaire thought about his own
beliefs. Grantaire thought about Enjolras.