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AHEM. WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL MY MOMMA USED TO TUCK ME INTO BED, AND SHE’D READ ME A STORY.

IT ALWAYS WAS ABOUT A PRINCESS IN DISTRESS AND HOW A GUY WOULD SAVE HER, AND END UP WITH THE GLORY.

I’D LIE IN BED AND THINK ABOUT THE PERSON THAT I WANTED TO BE.

THEN ONE DAY I REALIZED, THE FAIRYTALE LIFE WASN’T FOR ME.

OHHHH, I DON’T WANNA BE LIKE CINDERELLA SITTIN’ IN A DARK COLD #DUSTY CELLAR WAITIN’ FOR SOMEBODY.. TO COME AND SET ME FREE. I DON’T WANNA BE LIKE SOMEONE WAITIN’ FOR A HANDSOME PRINCE TO COME AND SAVE ME, ON I WILL SURVIVE.. UNLESS SOMEBODY’S ON MY SIDE. DON’T WANNA BE NO NO, NO ONE ELSE, I’D RATHER RESCUE MYSELF.

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Why don't you write fluffy tama fic for ever ;) Thanks k you for the fic it's wonderful

Tamlin set the point on the surface of the bit of melon, then pushed down in an attempt to skewer it. He’d been chasing the last piece around the plate in an attempt to pick it up, but hadn’t managed it yet. Tamlin had refused Bacta’s offer of help, insisting that he could do it for himself. As he pressed, the melon slipped out from under his skewer and across the platter. Tryst reached out and stabbed it with his fork, then held it up to take a bite.

“Tryst!” Lyn and Bacta yelled in stereo.

“What?”

“You’re going to steal melon from a small child?” Bacta asked.

“Times are tough,” Tryst said, holding the fork up again.

“Look,” Leenik said. “He’s gonna cry.”

Tamlin was staring at the bit of fruit, his eyes brimming with tears and his nose already running just a little bit.

“Fine,” Tryst sighed, and handed the fork with the piece of melon to Tamlin.

The child set the piece of melon down on the table. Holding the fork in one hand, he pushed the skewer into the melon with the other. Once it was on the skewer, he gave the melon a few twirls to make sure it was in place, then pulled the fork from it.

“Here you go,” Tamlin said, handing Tryst back his fork even though the platter was empty and he no longer had a use for it. 

The child took the skewer and held it out toward where Tony was napping in front of the stove. The vornskr raised his nose to sniff, then opened one eye to inspect the scene. 

“It’s for you,” Tamlin whispered.