heres smth i hope you like it! night swimming in some hot ponds or hot springs w the headlights of an expensive car and the full moon but its still kinda dark, nd after, turns out magnus brought a blanket and coat for alec and alec brought a bottle of liquor for magnus (and like a thermos with wine for himself idk maybe he's into beer now )
man what is this
the city was laid out like a glittering blanket somewhere off beyond cliff edges, a warm wind blowing through, the moon this perfect coin tucked behind grey clouds in a night sky knitted with stars. the water was steaming, little tendrils of it caught in the headlights as magnus stepped down into the water, sinking lower and turning, moonlight catching on the beautiful planes of his chest. and the way he was staring at alec lit him up like fireworks. that playful smile on his lips, dark eyes caught at the edges by light reflecting off the water as his voice echoed towards him.
“come here.” that deep sound left alec grinning as he obliged, stepping down into the water. before he got too close magnus dipped under and when he resurfaced it was dripping, droplets hanging on his skin as he dragged his fingers back through his hair. alec’s breath got trapped in the cage of his ribs, his breathing labored as he pressed close to cup magnus’s face and kiss him, desperate for a taste of his smile.
his lips were soft, as warm as the light tendrils of steam and the same amount of pressure as those fingers pressing into alec’s stomach. then magnus’s laughter echoed into his mouth right before he pulled away, tugging alec into the deeper water. and god the water was warm when alec ducked under it. it felt like it was wrapping him up, pressing against him, just was warm as that kiss had been. they swam deep, coming up for air together and treading water and talking, their voices echoing out into the night, all mixed in with frog calls and the distant sounds of owls.
later when they stepped out of the steam magnus’s fingers were threaded between alec’s as he pulled him close. it took a matter of seconds before the warmth was gone, leaving alec’s skin susceptible to the bite of the chilly late night air. magnus pulled him in close, to all of that skin that radiate so much warmth and soon enough they were back in the car, dried off and left in a space that was the same but so damn different. alec’s mouth tasted like wine and magnus’s tongue was thick with whiskey and the cold was gone, replaced by a burning warmth lost in panted breath as alec pulled magnus on top of him.
they needed to get back at some point, but that didn’t matter. nothing mattered save for magnus’s fingers sinking into alec’s skin as magnus settled between his legs. nothing mattered save for the taste of magnus’s tongue as he kissed him deep enough that the world was a hazy blur, the windows fogging up as alec’s fingers pressed into magnus’s shoulders.
the night wrapped around them and this was the only thing that mattered.
"Dark Star: H.R. Giger's World" was a pretty good documentary on him, I enjoyed it. My favorite thing I learned bout him was the tiny train he used to ride in a miniature nightmarish theme park he had in his back yard.
And you just improved my day considerably since I’m now imagining Giger (with a black conductor’s hat on, of course) rolling around on a tiny train. :D Thanks. You know, I’ve had that doc suggested to me before…I think. Yeah, I believe I have. I also think I say that I don’t know anything about him and would probably enjoy learning more pretty often (every few months or so). I guess I should bump it up on my endless list of stuff to explore, hm? I appreciate the rec very much. Have a nice weekend.
wait sorry i forgot the prompt for Lucien lol: "You said you wouldn't forget, but you did. I'll just add it to the list of broken promises."
“You said you wouldn’t forget, but you did. I’ll just add it to the list of broken promises.”
Lucien wakes panting and sobbing, his face buried in his hands, his entire body shaking with the weight of his grief. She had been beautiful in life. Full of soft, musical laughter, bright gold eyes and a smile she would freely offer to anyone to brighten their day.
In death she is terrible. Skeletal and ghastly, pale skin, hollow, empty eyes, the only smile she has for him now the red one that still weeps across her throat from where his father’s blade tore the life from her.
Her words echo around his head. Haunting him. Torturing him. Tormenting him. The list of broken promises. There had been so many of those. He had promised her that they would be together forever. He had promised her that he would keep her safe. He had promised her that he loved her, that he would never let anything happen to her.
He had broken them all. Every one of them. They had not been together forever. And he had not kept her safe. He had let her die. He had watched her die and done nothing to safe her.
There had only been one left. The oath he had sworn to her as he cradled her body in the halls of the Court he now despised with every fibre of his being. He had sworn that he would never forget her, would never stop loving her. And now…Now.
“Lucien?” Elain’s voice is soft as her pretty face peers around the door of his bedroom. She flushes as his red, wet eyes meet hers and shuffles awkwardly, “I, I heard you scream,” she murmurs quietly, voice so full of worry while he drowns in self-disgust. “I thought you might be in pain, I thought…” She trails off awkwardly, hovering, clearly requesting permission to come closer, to comfort him.
He doesn’t want her comfort. He doesn’t deserve her comfort. He turns away from her instead, not even having the decency to look at her when he whispers softly, “I can’t do this.”
“Lucien-” Her voice breaks slightly, sensing the rejection swelling through their bond because he isn’t fast enough to spare her from it.
And that’s why he has to say this, why he has to kill this now before it destroys her. As everything else around him does. He may have fled Autumn, may have turned his back on the Court, on his heritage, but it has seeped into his bones. Everything he touches is sure to die and he can’t bare to let that happen to her. This soft, sweet girl of life and spring deserves better than that, better than him.
“Please leave,” he says quietly, still not looking at her. Coward, coward, coward, his father’s voice whispers to him. He doesn’t care.
She doesn’t move, doesn’t listen to him. In fact she takes a step towards him. “Lucien, please,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
“Now,” he barks, unable to bear it a second longer, hands fisting in the sheets beneath him as he tries to anchor himself to something.
She turns and flees with a strangled sob, leaving him quite alone, as he’d wanted. Lucien closes his eyes but not fast enough to stop the fresh tears escaping him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers into the darkness that envelopes him, welcomes him home.
HEY CHAOS KIDS, it’s everyone’s favorite piece of garbage, WeatherQuest, aka BidoofDaily! I finally broke 500, and I want to show you all how much I appreciate each one of you!
I’ll be doing another giveaway, this time a little less obtuse than the last.
1. You gotta be following BidoofDaily.
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3. The deadline to enter is May 13th, when the winners will be chosen.
4. You need your IMs or your ask box open–I need some way to get in contact with you.
Examples of what I’m capable of lmao:
First place prize will be a full-size, full-color image, maximum size of 8.5x11 inches (standard A5 printer paper size). Up to two characters/subjects possible, full background optional.
Second place prize will be a medium-size, partial-color image. Up to two characters/subjects possible, each in full color, with a solid color background optional.
Third place prize will be a small-size, partial color image. Only one subject possible, but you can choose between either a single sketch will extensive color, or a sketch page with color accents (not including frames).
The winners will be chosen by a random number generator. I WILL NOT draw anything I consider to be N//s/f//w/, but anything is up for grabs. I default to digital for drawings, but winners can ask for traditional art if they so wish. Full drawings will be posted here as they are finished, and winners can request that the full files are emailed to them.
Anyways, thank you everyone! Good luck if you enter!