Xenophilius had time to kill, and he was certainly taking advantage of it. The pureblood was unceremoniously splayed out in the grass, several sheets of notes and simple illustrations to one side of him all held down by his wand and a small stone. So far it had been a good day–on top of his studies, he had managed to get a couple of theoretical articles penned. Those accounted for most of the writing beside him, the rest taken up by observations and doodles explaining them.
He had just rolled over, twigs and leaves tangled in his white hair, to write down another thought when he thought he heard something besides the birds and far off voices. Glancing around, he did not immediately see any cause for it, but then, he was hardly looking much further than he could reach as it sounded close. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of motion that resembled something he was trying to study, quickly turning that direction before hearing footsteps behind him.
Greetings and salutations from San Diego, friends. Rolled in Saturday afternoon and spent the weekend with my family. I am… pretty happy. We were able to get events to align so that all six of us were able to spend some time together, which rarely happens without either our parents or one of their many many kids involved. It was good.
Today, I get to see my best friend from high school. She’s just had her first kid. I declare myself his godmother battle-master and though I may not be around much, I will watch his life from afar and show up to give him a magical dress and glass slippers body armor and a powerful weapon someday when he is in need.
On Wednesday, I leave to head north again. I’ve got a little bit of down time today and tomorrow, so I think I’ll get some writing done. It is my vacation, after all.
The car in my hand is a ‘71 Chevelle, same size as the model of Baby. I went up to him and said good morning, and explained that basically what I wanted was a my dream car is better than your dream car.
Obviously, he delivered. He also complained that the Chevelle’s hood and stuff open and the Impala’s doesn’t. “Why doesn’t MINE do that?” HAHA!
Also, he smelled like he’d just had a shower and rolled around in the woods after. Amazing. Also freckles.
With Tales of Symphonia getting a Steam release next year, I’d like to take a moment to tell those of you who haven’t played it yet why it would be in your best interest to do so. After all, you won’t need any sort of gaming system to play it anymore, so you have no excuse!
Why is ToS worth your time? Well, for one thing, these are the main characters (all of whom have tragic backstories that will make you want to hug them):
This loser who fights with two swords because he thinks it will make him twice as powerful
The epitome of the beautiful cinnamon roll meme
A small, sarcastic nerdchild who gets really flustered around his crush
A professor who freaks out like a teenage girl at a One Direction concert whenever she encounters ruins
A dark, brooding guy who acts all cool but thinks a purple jumpsuit is the height of fashion
A ninja who would be really good at her job, except she’s constantly falling down holes and she’s too nice to go through with her assassination assignment
Basically the personification of Uptown Funk
A little girl with pink pigtails who can lift several times her body weight
An ex-convict who wears handcuffs at all times and does everything with his feet
And if that’s not enough incentive to start playing ASAP, consider these tidbits:
Luke rolled over and off the girl he had been in bed with for the last forty minutes, breathing heavily. She had been pretty good, or at least better than he originally expected, which wasn’t much really, but enough to satisfy his needs nonetheless. He could still feel the buzz of the alcohol in his brain as he sat up a little too quickly, her purple sheets covering his naked torso.
“Lukey where are you going?” The girl asked, twirling her hair around her pointer finger.. To be honest he wasn’t one hundred percent sure what her name was. Sarah maybe?
“The night’s still young babe. I’m going out.” Luke stood up with his back to her, still stark naked, and began searching for his clothes which had been thrown in the corner of the room upon their wild entry into her flat.
“You’re leaving?” Her voice cracked a little. They were always surprised. He pulled his boxers up and located his jeans, fumbling with the buckle before pulling them on as well.
“Yeah. Have you seen my shirt?” He asked carelessly.
“I didn’t think this was just going to be a one time thing. Maybe you wanna grab coffee tomorrow?” She sat up, exposing her breasts to him. He had seen that trick used before.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be Sarah.” He sighed, grabbing his jacket off the chair.
“What the hell, my name’s Cassie!” She yelled. “God, you’re such an asshole! I can’t believe I let you use me!”
Luke spun around to face her, one hand still on the doorknob of her apartment. “Look, Cassie I didn’t make you any promises. I’m a no strings attached kinda guy. Don’t take it so personally.” He spoke, shrugging before he excused himself from her apartment, leaving one more broken heart in his wake.
Luke was used to this. He had lost count of how many girls he left like that at this point, and honestly he didn’t really care. He had stopped caring a long time ago. If girls were going to throw themselves at him, why shouldn’t he take them up on it? He liked sex, was that such a crime? It was the post-sex bullshit he didn’t care for. The pointless cuddling and annoying phone calls that came almost every time he slept with a girl. The last thing he wanted was to be tied down to one person, having to deal with them checking in on him at every moment, wondering if the girl he struck casual conversation with would be the girl she lost him to. No, that was bullshit. And it was bullshit he could avoid by doing exactly what he did tonight and so many other nights before this one.
Shoving his key into the lock of his shared apartment, he dropped his jacket down on the sofa and moved to the fridge to pull out a beer. Sighing he cracked it open and took a long swig from the bottle, resting his elbows on the countertop.
“Fuck…” The sound came from behind him and he turned around instantly, only to be met with someone he didn’t recognize.
“What the hell, who are you?” He bellowed. The person standing before him was a girl. Her blouse was unbuttoned in the front, exposing her pink lace bra to him, which he tried not to stare at. She was quite beautiful, even with what was clearly post-sex hair and makeup. She was gripping her toe, having stubbed it on the corner of the couch and she looked to be just as surprised to see him as he was to see her.
“I’m Y/N. I met your friend at a party tonight. He said you wouldn’t be home until late.” She explained. “Apparently not late enough though.”
Luke chuckled. “Seems to me I’m right on time.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m Luke.” He extended his hand to you, and you shook it.
“Nice to meet you Luke.” Releasing his hand, you went back to buttoning up your shirt so you could make a proper exit.
“So did Calum kick you out? Luke asked, crossing his arms over his chest and giving you a smirk. Calum was his roommate and probably a bigger player than Luke was.
Though to Luke’s surprise you let out a laugh. “More like tried to hold me hostage. I’ve met clingy, but you’re friend takes the cake.”
Luke was shocked. “Wait, you mean you’re sneaking out of here on your own? And he’s not asking you to leave?” Calum was a lot of things, but he wasn’t clingy.
“Don’t be so quick to judge. Isn’t that exactly what you just did?” You smirked.
“And how would you know that?” He spoke defensively, taking a step towards you. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want to be seen as the guy who ditched every single girl he slept with right now. Not under your intense stare.
“Calum told me enough about you for me to make an educated guess. Besides, I know a love em and leave em type of person when I see one.” You shrugged, heading towards the door.
“Are you speaking from experience?” He moved closer towards you, eager to keep you talking for just a little while longer.
“We’ve all got our reasons for doing what we do. You seem like a no bullshit kind of guy so I won’t give you any. Relationships just aren’t my thing and that’s that.”
Luke opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of heavy footsteps down the hall cut him off.
“Y/N?” Calum’s raspy voice sounded from his bedroom.
You glanced in the direction of Calum’s voice and sucked air through your teeth.“Yikes, that would be my cue to leave.”
“Wait!” Luke tried to reach for your arm to pull you back, but you slipped away, leaving Luke with nothing but your name and a piqued interest just in time for Calum to come around the corner.
“Luke, have you seen a really, really cute girl around here anywhere?” Calum asked, dressed in nothing but his boxers. Honestly, Luke was surprised he wasn’t naked.
“Um, she left man.”
“What the hell, you let her leave?”
“Bro, why would you even want her to stay? I’ve known you forever and not once have you let a girl spend the night.”
Luke had learned almost everything he knew from Calum. The two had met in high school, and to say Calum was popular was an understatement. The boy slept with a new girl every week and then never looked at her again.
“Dude, she was…amazing. Like, amazing amazing. I was hoping to maybe take her out again.”
Luke raised his eyebrows. “Alright who are you and what have you done with Calum.”
“Aw fuck off man. Don’t you ever get tired of not even knowing the name of the girl you’re fucking? Of not having anyone to call your girl? Because I am and I’m ready to start acting like it. She was gonna be that girl dude. I actually really liked her.” Calum plopped down on the couch, sulking.
“You knew her for one night man, there’ll be others.” Luke tried to comfort his friend, but he was quite new at it.
“I just don’t understand why she just left. No girl has ever left me before. Like ever. Especially when she said she would stay. I didn’t even hear her get up, fuck!”
Unsure what to say to console his friend, Luke sat down next to him on the couch.“You’ll find someone better within the week man, don’t beat yourself up about it.”
“Maybe this is all my bad karma catching up to me.” Calum huffed and Luke rolled his eyes.
“Oh my God, Calum chill out. It’s just one girl and I’m sure she wasn’t the best girl in the world.” But even as he spoke those words, Luke wasn’t quite sure he believed them. The girl he talked to tonight was amazing and there was a part of him that wanted her too.
It had been a week since Luke had met you, and he still hadn’t managed to get you off his mind. The girl that left Calum wanting more. The girl who was mysterious, witty, cute and gorgeous, who had left his apartment with her shirt undone just to avoid small talk with him. God, the things he would do to her if he ever saw her again. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he shuffled down the hall to meet up with Calum. The two of them were going out tonight, and that meant both of them would likely be taking someone home, hopefully meaning Calum would be out of the funk he’d been in since your rejection.
“Cal!” Luke hollered. “Did you take my sunglasses? I know you like them, but they’re m-” He stopped short when he saw Calum sitting on the couch in his underwear, a bag of chips on his lap, mindlessly staring at the TV and paying Luke no attention at all. “Dude, what the hell.” Luke scoffed.
“Hmmhh” Calum mumbled in response as if to acknowledge Luke’s presence.
“We’re supposed to go out tonight!” Luke snatched the chips from Calum’s lap.
“Don’t wanna go.” He whined and Luke rolled his eyes.
“Jesus, it was a one night stand Cal. You’ve had plenty before and you’ll have plenty more.” Luke huffed.
“Doesn’t mean I wanted it to be.” Calum grabbed a nearby pillow and buried his head it it.
“Fuck! Cal, will you get over it! You knew the girl for like, ten minutes!” Luke yelled. But he knew he was being a hypocrite.
Calum got up and walked over to the kitchen. “ I wouldn’t expect you to know how this feels Luke. Everyone knows how heartless you are when it comes to girls.”
“Are you being serious right now? Like I didn’t learn everything I know from you?” Luke yelled back, now extremely worked up.
“You don’t care about people Luke, and everyone knows it. It’s a part of who you are I guess and you can’t blame me for that.” Calum shrugged, like he wasn’t making a dig at Luke’s ego.
Luke stared at his friend with wide eyes. How dare he say that to him? “Of course I can fucking blame you! You did this to me! And you can’t pretend you don’t enjoy it too. I know you love all the girls and the parties and the beer that comes with how we live Cal, you can’t fool me.” Luke was practically foaming at the mouth and despite Calum’s calm demeanor, Luke was ready to pick a fight.
“Whatever Luke. Just go have fun tonight.” Calum mumbled, opening the fridge to scope for food.
“Yeah, I’ll make sure have enough for the both of us since clearly one of us has lost their damn mind.” Luke snarled, grabbing his jacket and stomping towards the door, slamming it behind him like a child whose mother just told him no for the first time.
The air inside the club felt sticky and the alcohol that burned inside his throat made the music seem ten times louder and the strobe lights so much brighter. Luke didn’t think he could ever remember having a worse time at a club in his entire life. He was so used to having Calum as his wingman that without him he felt disoriented. Nonetheless, Luke was on the prowl. He was ready to drown his sorrows in hard liquor and a girl whose name would be soon forgotten like the rest of them. But there was a little nagging feeling in the back of his mind that told him to go home, chill out, make up with Calum and start living a life he could take pride in. Then again, one more night wouldn’t hurt him. Or so he thought.
Luke felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Unexpectedly, the message was from Calum.
I’m going out with some friends tonight. You were right about her. You’ve got the house to yourself tonight find someone cute and take her home.
Grateful that his best friend seemed to have forgiven him, Luke decided to take Calum’s advice. Making his way out to the dance floor, Luke hoped to find a girl drunk enough to not have to try too hard to seduce but sober enough to be a good fuck. As he sifted through the sea of bodies, he stopped, dumbfounded as he laid eyes on someone he never thought he would see again. Luke probably could’ve picked you out of any crowd. The familiar head of hair, now tamed, moved back and forth in time with the music. Her eyes were closed, but he knew what color lay beneath. Your hips swayed and your hands found your hair, messing it about, something Luke wished he could do. Your dress was fitting, allowing him little room for imagining what was underneath. You was radiant and he wanted you. Luke crossed the dance floor, making his way towards you. The song ended and you opened your eyes, allowing them to wander around the room and finally meet with Luke’s. You gave him a little smirk, acknowledging that you remembered him, but continued dancing as the next song began to play. Your eyes never left his, and Luke couldn’t help but feel like you were moving your hips just for him. Little did he know, that’s exactly what you were doing.
Finally, Luke had made it over to you. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you into him and matching your speed as you continued your movements. In his drunken stupor, he leaned down, and whispered onto the skin of your neck. “Well, well, well look who it is. I bet Calum wishes he were here to see this.”
You giggled. “But he’s not here now is he.” “You have that boy wrapped around your finger, you know that?” “It happens.” You replied slyly. “I’d love to know how you did it.” His stubble tickled your ear as he spoke. “Keep moving like that and maybe you will.” You reached an arm back and tangled your fingers in his hair, feeling his grip on your hips tighten as you did so. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, grinding to the beat of whatever club remix blasted through the speakers until you finally detached yourself from him and walked towards the bar. Luke scampered after you. “Let me buy you a drink.” He asked excitedly, making you chuckle. Who were you to turn down a free drink from a handsome stranger?
“Vodka soda on the rocks please.” You told the bartender.
“Scotch for me.” Luke slapped some bills on the counter as the bartender fixed your drinks.
“I could’ve guessed you’d order a scotch.” “Oh?” Luke raised his eyebrows, grinning.” “Mmhm. Calum ordered the same thing last week.” You took a sip of your drink, eyes forward. You were playing mind games with him. It was what you did best and you had no intention of stopping. You would never tell a soul, but you hadn’t always been like that. You used to be the girl that gave in easy and was just as easily forgotten. Too many times had you been left alone the morning after, left to wonder what was wrong with you. To wonder why you couldn’t make him stay. So you became one of them. You became the one that slipped away in the middle of the night and never left a phone number. You became the very thing that had broken your heart time and time again just to save yourself from the crushing blow that comes with waking up alone. So now you were malicious. You’re favorite thing was to make a boy fall in love with you only to leave the hopelessly chasing after someone who would never be theirs. You had done it to Calum, and now you were going to do it to his roommate.
“Let’s not talk about him tonight, yeah babe?” You could tell your mention of Calum set him off. Good. He’d be easier to seduce that way.
“Anything you say Lukey.” You gave him a little wink, and he looked away smiling. Looks like you already had him wrapped around your finger.
“So Y/N, what do you do?” You were on your third drink now, and although usually you can hold your liquor, tonight you were feeling pretty buzzed.
“I’m studying to be a surgeon actually.” You told him.
“Wow, that’s actually really amazing.” He sounded legitimately impressed. “What made you want to get into it?”
You shrugged. “I guess I just like to fix what’s broken in people who don’t deserve to be that way.”
“I think you’re extraordinary Y/N.” You raised your eyebrows. “I mean it! You are just something else. I see why Calum got himself worked up over you.” Luke took a sip of his drink, waiting for his words to sink in. But you were a pro at this. Every single seduction trick in the book you knew about and sidestepped with ease. You had to admit he was good, but not good enough to fool you. He was no different than the rest. Time to make your move.
“What do you say we go back to your place yeah? Seeing as I’m so familiar with it.” You shot him a little wink as he stumbled to keep up with you. “Unless we’ll be sharing the apartment, then I’m sure mine will be just fine.”
“N-no we can go to my place.” Luke spoke, remembering Calum’s text saying that he had the house to himself tonight. As he placed his palm on the small of your back, leading you out of the club, Luke couldn’t help the nagging feeling in his gut. Sure he wanted you more than anything right now but so did Calum and to be fair, he had had you first. But right now you didn’t want Calum, you wanted Luke. And maybe it was the alcohol or the way you were looking at him with those eyes, but Luke just didn’t care. He was going to have you. And maybe he was going to be the one to make you stay.
But little did Luke know, he was being played by the greatest player of them all. And you never lost.
→ Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing we know the person who’s dating Magnus Bane,” he said. “Otherwise, I get the feeling we’d all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something.” Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. “The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.”
You know you’ve been in fandom for a while when you keep seeing the same topics of discussion rolling around and around and around. nonelvis and braindamageeclipse helped me make a list:
- Do multishippers exist? - If so, is multishipping unethical and/or inherently immoral? - Do your shipping preferences reflect your basic nature, ie, good or evil? - Is nuance for liars? - Should we warn for slash? (This one has evolved! We used to be told to warn for slash to protect homophobes. Now it’s to protect asexuals, who absolutely aren’t homophobic even when they are weirdly specifically concerned with policing only gay sexuality.) - Do lesbians count? - Are bisexuals like multishippers ie non-existent? - Is the sexism in this media in fact highly progressive? - Hey, did you notice this glaringly obvious thing in a text aimed at children? Only real fans will notice it. - We want to ship the older woman/younger man, but they just have no chemistry. - Why aren’t there more fanworks featuring women and people of colour and other marginalised identities? - We’ll get right onto creating those fanworks just as soon as we’re done with these white guys over here. - That pasty white villain with greasy dark hair is totally into that pasty white hero with clean blond or light brown hair. - He’s not really a villain! It’s not his fault! - Oh, there’s a woman there, too. - Well, we’ll try to ignore that. - We want to ship the white man/woman of color, but they just have no chemistry. - Are you allowed to ship it if it’s not canon? - Are you allowed to ship it if it is canon? - This text is terribly flawed, so we’re going to keep throwing money at it until the creators learn better. - Yes, hello, you’ve reached the Society for the Protection of White Dudes. - Hi! I ship two white dudes, so I’m basically queer! - This text has really awesome ladies. I love the way they turn up, demonstrate that they don’t buy into the patriarchy as much as those other, lesser women, and then step back and let the menfolk get on with things. - That woman of colour is so strong and perfect on her own, it would be really wrong to ship her with the hero. - That one, too. - And her. - Is it just us, or do these women of colour just not look right standing next to a white guy? Best not to ship them, just in case. - All cultures are basically American, right? - I mean, they would be, because the American experience is universal. - We want to ship the lesbian couple, but they just have no chemistry. - Are lesbians allowed to ship m/m and m/f pairings? - Are lesbians allowed AT ALL? - Are only survivors allowed to ship pairings I personally find abusive, and how much of their childhood/relationship trauma are they required to reveal to me before I permit it? - We need more focus on characters who aren’t young, conventionally attractive white dudes. Now here’s 18,353 reblogs in a row of Chrises Evans, Pine, Pratt and Hemsworth. - If only mainstream media recognised that people of colour are as varied in their experiences and motivations as white people. Hey, let’s cast Idris Elba as all the black guys. NAILED IT. - We want to ship the over-35 characters, but ewwwwwwwwww. - Female character-centric stories: plain old everyday boring, or super-nasty eat-your-vegetables boring? - $CHARACTER test proves this is the most feminist/progressive media ever, despite no women actually having roles of consequence at all.
I’ve been feeling really…fond of my kinself as of late. I don’t know how to explain it. I love my draconic self. I love my beautiful sea-blue scales. I love my pointed snout. I love my sweeping horns. I love my nubbed, sensitive ears. I love my flowing, beautiful sail. I love my fan-like tailfins. I love my big chunky claws. I love my rippling, mottled scale patterns. I love my broad, decorated wings. I love it all.
People. He saw them almost every day, walking, talking books with different colored covers and different stories. All so interesting, interestingly fragile.
Alabaster leaned back against the wall, toying with the coffee mug he held in his hands. It was midday and his cup empty, yet he kept it with him to occupy his hands and, seemingly, his attention. He tossed it in the air, rolled it between his palms, tapped at the surface — all the while watching everyone that passed by him.
Especially…that one, unfamiliar person.
Peeling himself away from the wall, Al sauntered over to the stranger, first approaching behind them, then making his way over to their side.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, good stranger,” he started, forming a smile. He held out a hand to shake; hopefully other was willing to take it. “Al. Alabaster Ridgewall. And who might you be?”
Black waves of shoulder-length hair bounced as the pale girl turned to face the man, stopping her brisk walk to some unknown place. Unlike the man who apprehended her, she had no interest in his or anyone else’s business at that particular moment.
Her displeasure in being interrupted by some random fucking guy on the street showed in the glare her blue eyes gave over the top of the frame of her glasses.
“Why the fuck do you care who I am? Are you gonna try and give me a bible or something for me to atone for the sins I didn’t commit?”
Pixel dumpz 3! I won’t beat around the bush with this: The ones on the left are good and the ones on the right are bad. I don’t mean weapon usage or anything, just that the ones on the right are not as well pixeled as the ones on the left. The NZap I tried a weird angle and it didnt work haha and with the roller, the lines for the roll itself are like 1-2-1-2-1-2 of pixel placement. BLEH oh well.
Hi~ Okay, this is happening. I recently hit 1K , but never got around to making one of these like I had originally planned to (I was going to make one earlier when I was around 800) because I didn’t have a laptop at the time. All I really have to say is thank you for following me and I hope I can become a better blog in the future (๑•́ ₃ •́
‣ bolded are my senpais and favorite accounts
‣ italicized are my precious cinnamon rolls too good too pure for this world / we’ve interacted somehow at least once I guess?? (mutuals and/or friends) (I have more mutuals but the extension I used had a glitch where it wouldn’t show certain urls at all and I’m too lazy to type them in one by one. Forgive meh ;w; Just message me if you’re following me back and I’ll fix it!)
to my followers: i’m very thankful for those who decided to follow me and stay with me for this long, esp those who’ve been around since I started this blog and stayed with me through all my changing fandoms ♡ to those i’m following: thanks for updating my dash! LOL no but really. thank you for making my dash a wonderful place to scroll down through with your posts and stuff and making my dash the place I wanna come back to every day~ I’ll try to list you all ♡
I GOTTA APOLOGIZE THAT MY POOR EARS DIDN’T CATCH THE WORDS CORRECTLY.
I’VE GOT THE TIPS THAT ENGLISH NOCTIS ACTUALLY SAYS “EMPTY INSIDE” WHICH IS THE SAME AS JAPANESE ONE. (DIRECT JAPANESE TRANSLATION IS “EMPTY INSIDE! LET’S ROLL!”
I’LL LEAVE THIS ONE AS IT IS TO REMIND ME THAT MY ENGLISH PROFICIENCY IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
Thank you for letting me know about the banter!!
It really helps me a lot since I still can’t catch words correctly…
He would say “MT’s inside” if he were to. There’s no “’s” in his dialogue, so I should’ve noticed that it’s not MT and it should be another word.
Mm. Hints are all around but I can’t see ‘em.
This is why I desperately need closed captions all the time. Please. Show English subtitles all the time…
Well, I’ll never give up studying English until I make no mistakes! Or end my life. Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong way to go. Yup.
Even though the top banter is the same in both versions…
I just love both versions veeery much.
I’ll stick with English to learn it, but trust me, Japanese version is also nice!!
…Oh no. I can’t tell the difference between “stick with” and “stick to…”
Have no confidence that I can follow the story in English…
Well, my love toward FFXV will do. I hope.
I was rewatching All Around Great Guy and once P. Donaldson told Bea that he’d “find her someone” I found that I desperately wanted a matchmakers AU with P. Donaldson having a matchmaking business and thinking he knows what’s best for everyone and everything but then insisting that no one is good enough for his friend Balthazar and literally everyone around him is rolling their eyes
‘’As a girl you see the world like a giant candy store, filled with sweet candy and such. But one day you look around and you see a prison and you’re on death row. You wanna run or scream or cry but something is locking you up. Are the other folks cows chewing cud till the hour comes when their heads roll, or are they just keeping quiet like you? Planning their escape.’’ The good girl with Jake Gyllenhaal & Jennifer Aniston 2002
It seems like Amethyst doesn't like Sardonyx very much. Do you think she feels bad because Sardonyx is now the rational fusion choice after Sugilite's mishap? Which was a result of Amethyst's personality clashing with Garnets.
I think Amethyst probably finds Sardonyx annoying. Amethyst kinda rolls her eyes whenever Pearl is being all theatrical and Sardonyx seems like she’s, like, insufferably showy and theatrical.
Also, she probably doesn’t have a good experience with her around, just like how Pearl doesn’t get along with Sugilite. Their personalities clash. And I think they feel left out when Garnet fuses with the other one, which makes them even more bothered by them.
I slowly open my eyes and blink to adjust to the darkness in the room. The moon lights it up slightly, so I don’t have to turn on the light. Good. I don’t want to wake him.
I carefully remove his arm from around my waist. He moves to lie on his back and I hesitate for a moment. Hearing him breathing steadily, I am assured he is still asleep. I slip out of bed and sneak to the bathroom, making sure to be as quiet as possible.
As I come back to the bedroom I can’t help but smile.
The blanket thief has striked again.
He had rolled to his side while I was gone. He had pulled the blanket with him, one foot over it, holding tight the rest of it as if he was trying to replace my body with it. A happy sigh escapes my mouth.
I crawl into bed and lie down close behind him. My hand slowly moves down his back, over his waist and to his toned tummy, where it caresses the warm skin.
‘Henry’ I whisper and place a soft kiss between his shoulders.
‘Hmmm’ he groans without moving.
‘Blanket…’ I gently breathe into his ear.
He inhales and rolls over to face me, pulling the blanket with him and over us, leaving me wrapped by the soft fabric and a strong arm.
I can’t help but purr as I snuggle close to his warm body. He places a lazy kiss on my forehead.
‘Sorry love’ he mumbles, still half asleep.
I smile against his chest and pull him closer.
I will let this man steal the blanket for the rest of our lives.