It's one thing to be in a relationship with someone; it's another beast entirely to be on the exact same page, the same wavelength as them, almost like you're the same person - two halves to a whole. As far as the two of you go, you're both. Maybe being in a romantic relationship may be anathema, but you don't care. This is just another way for you to be completely in sync.
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Choose from the prompts below and incorporate just how close they are: constant physical contact, exchanging looks, wordless communication, the whole nine yards!
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Force & Calm: Every yin needs a yang. Power is nice, but you can't just turn yours off, you have to have someone - a very specific someone - defuse you.
Healer & Fighter: Violence has the nasty habit of often causing injury. It's beneficial to have your own personal medic around.
Brain & Brawn: Point them in the right direction and they'll destroy everything in your path.
Powers Intertwined: Your ability requires the ability of the other person to work correctly.
Weapon: If someone has to use you, it might as well be them.
Shared Trauma: No one understands what you've been through except them, because your past is the same.
Telepathically Connected: You're of the same mind, quite literally.
Team Mates: Some people just work better together, and out of your big team, you two work seamlessly as a subunit.
Part of Each Other: There's a part of them that lives in you, whatever that may be. It's hard to stay away when that lost piece is constantly calling out.
Tragedy: When your other half is in danger of being taken away, what will you do?
As soon as things had settled enough for it to be appropriate, the new king had knighted men to be properly in his service. Of course he had chosen the man who had shown him kindness when he was nothing. Who was-- though no one but the Queen knew it-- the other half of his soul.
It's for that reason more than anything else that the newly knight Sir Elliot is approaching his king after the ceremony, bowing instantly but beaming brightly at the man once he's looking up again.
"Thank you, sire. I promise you will not regret this."
He had never been so thankful for the Wizard. He had never needed so much not to be alone. He had never been so grateful for the careful hand at his arm, guiding him through the much greater wilds of the Court.
And he had never been so glad to meet anyone as Rachel and Elliot. It wasn't only that the words scrawled on both his wrists now had names, faces; kind, steady hearts that he could come to know. It was more than fate. It was more than certainty. It was the delicate way Rachel squeezed his fingers and smiled while she whispered names he ought to know and forks he ought to use. It was the constant shadow of Elliot near his side while he marshaled his brain around the new forces under his control.
The expression of relief instant as Elliot returns to his side, the new king's fingers tugging uncomfortably at the ceremonial robe still draped across his shoulders. Everything is more uncomfortable with the heavy weight of the crown resting on his head, but he can manage a hesitant sort of grin for this man--this knight, now. "There's nothing to thank me for, my Lord. I could not ask for a better man."
In fact, there's much more proof in the last few days that the young man from the woods will take some time to become properly settled into his new role. There's a certain panic behind most of his smiles, a faint claustrophobia whenever his eyes dart around the room.
His smiles are a little easier with the new Queen. His tension is notably lower with his new knight. "I hope you'll be patient with me, my Lord."
"It is incredibly easy to be patient with you, Your Grace," comes the soothing response, "I'm certain the rest of the court can be convinced to understand, and Her Majesty is-- well-versed in the proper formalities, if you wanted to ask her."
Focusing on just one person--one person who had been kind, one person he could trust--made it easier to relax into himself. Not too much, of course. He hadn't yet learned to slouch while balancing a crown on his head.
"I will. Thank you. And-- you, I hope?"
Elliot, surely, understood this world better than Edgar.
It's an unconscious comfort to touch his own arm. His fingers clasp far above the wrist, but it's likely still clear that the source of comfort is the ink scratched in what's turned out to be Elliot's writing.
[Emily is shaking, angry more than scared now as she grips Kate's sleeve. She's the smarts here, the tactician, and she has never run so fast before in her life.]
Jesus shit, [she manages through her panting breaths. For a moment, fear overtakes her; she looks over her shoulder and squints into the alleyway for any sign of the thing that had given chase, but no. It's gone.
Or, at least, it didn't follow them.]
I can't-- It was going to kill us, I can't keep running.
I know. [ Kate doesn't seem even remotely out of breath, because this running speed is so slow to her she may as well powerwalk. But leaving Emily isn't an option and hasn't been one for a long time, so she tries to keep herself as humanly sped as possible as they try to escape the monster breathing down their neck. But the thing seems to have lost them, slower even than this human speed they run at. And that's a good thing for the moment. So she stops, lets Emily catch her breath, and looks through her weapons pouch.
There isn't much there, and judging by what happened to the knives she did throw at it, there was no point in trying to touch thst beast in general. Not if she wanted to come out with both arms in tact.
But for Emily's sake, she has to figure out something they can do. She can't let the girl die, not after everything, not when she's come to look at her like a younger sister. Someone she would truly protect before everyone else, because she's all snark and sharp words and action
And truly quite sweet beneath it all, but doing her damnedest to hide it.
Kate is just that fond of her.
That kind of fond that leads to white noise in the back of her head, switching on so suddenly that Kate whirls around, half expecting to see Marc standing there. But then, once she realises there's no one but Emily there, she notices the differences in the way that noise presents. It isn't Marc at all. ]
[Kate's voice -- her voice, but not out loud -- sends a cold shock through Emily, like being shoved into an icy lake. No, no, no, Kate is supposed to be the special one. What the hell has Emily got that she should be part of this now, that she should have been involved at all?]
Why is all of this happening?
[Not their... link. She gets that, she's heard Kate talk about it, about Marc and all that happened -- well, some of it. Emily doesn't blame her for not talking about it much.
[ Emily is about to get a lot of swearing coming through into her mind, a whirlwind of shock and the inability to control it the same way she used to. She's been without any presence in her mind for years now, nearly a decade, and even Carl and Faith had never had a direct line to her mind the way Emily has just been granted.
What was going on? Why had her mind, her heart, granted this girl access when people who have known her for almost half her life haven't had this privilege?
She knew she was fond of her, knew she felt some sort of older sibling pull towards her, but this much? ]
I don't know. But we're getting out of it. [ she has to shake off the shock for their sakes. Has to think, slip back into this habit of speaking in her mind. ] Let's get indoors. [ see what they can scavenge or use from a building that might keep them safe, have somewhere to hide if they need. ]
[Swearing is something she's used to, being really foul-mouthed herself. It's weird, having someone else's thoughts in her head, someone else's voice. Someone she knows and trusts, sure, but--
But Kate is the one with powers, not Emily. This isn't right. This isn't at all right.]
Don't have to tell me twice.
[It's so fucking weird to know she doesn't have to speak out loud for Kate to hear her, but it's good, right now. Convenient. They have an advantage now, one less thing to worry about as Emily ducks into the nearest building, pressing her back against a wall in the hopes that something stable will stop the chills running up and down her spine.]
Don't you dare fucking leave me alone. Don't you dare.
[Not like she can back up that order, but god. She'll kick Kate's ass or something. Or scream really loudly.]
Kid. Wouldn't have this if I was going to leave you. [ she's mentioned to Emily, maybe not in too much depth, how badly she snapped after Marc's death, how desperate she had always been to keep him safe. It would make no sense to leave her alone now. ] Come on. [ she grabs Emily's wrist and drags her towards the nearest door, slamming into it and praying that it opens. ]
[Says the girl who isn't even old enough to legally drink in her home country.
She doesn't resist Kate's pull, though, just follows along and runs through the door once it opens (thank god it opens, thank god), following wherever Kate leads her. If they stop, if Kate makes even the slightest move to let her wrist go, Emily will grab her hand and squeeze it tight.
Scared doesn't even begin to cover how Emily feels right now.]
According to everyone else, the pair of them oughtn't have worked together as well as they did, but they did, and Rune had given up questioning it after the third or fourth time that they'd just clicked, shoulder to shoulder and back to back and holding the defensive line.
Rune suspected that this was because Konstantin had known what he was right from the start, and had known that even with their usual secretive-sort of compatriots, Rune wasn't going to let on any of the things he knew. Rune had finally explained that it wasn't just a case of wouldn't but couldn't and the two had been nigh inseparable from that point onward.
At that particular moment, Rune was perched on a windowledge, one knee drawn up to his chest, arms looped loosely around it while the other leg just swayed, heel of his boot bumping against the wall now and again, waiting was always the part that he hated the most, "You think maybe they decided not to come?"
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Rey | SW:TFA | OTA
Princess Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender | OTA, castmates preferred
Edgar Eicheln } oc | ota
5 for the arthuriana tattoo au
As soon as things had settled enough for it to be appropriate, the new king had knighted men to be properly in his service. Of course he had chosen the man who had shown him kindness when he was nothing. Who was-- though no one but the Queen knew it-- the other half of his soul.
It's for that reason more than anything else that the newly knight Sir Elliot is approaching his king after the ceremony, bowing instantly but beaming brightly at the man once he's looking up again.
"Thank you, sire. I promise you will not regret this."
babies ;w;
And he had never been so glad to meet anyone as Rachel and Elliot. It wasn't only that the words scrawled on both his wrists now had names, faces; kind, steady hearts that he could come to know. It was more than fate. It was more than certainty. It was the delicate way Rachel squeezed his fingers and smiled while she whispered names he ought to know and forks he ought to use. It was the constant shadow of Elliot near his side while he marshaled his brain around the new forces under his control.
The expression of relief instant as Elliot returns to his side, the new king's fingers tugging uncomfortably at the ceremonial robe still draped across his shoulders. Everything is more uncomfortable with the heavy weight of the crown resting on his head, but he can manage a hesitant sort of grin for this man--this knight, now. "There's nothing to thank me for, my Lord. I could not ask for a better man."
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All three of them, really.
maybe a happy at some point?
In fact, there's much more proof in the last few days that the young man from the woods will take some time to become properly settled into his new role. There's a certain panic behind most of his smiles, a faint claustrophobia whenever his eyes dart around the room.
His smiles are a little easier with the new Queen. His tension is notably lower with his new knight. "I hope you'll be patient with me, my Lord."
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"I will. Thank you. And-- you, I hope?"
Elliot, surely, understood this world better than Edgar.
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"How should I not want you, my Lord?"
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Heine Rammsteiner | DOGS:B&C
Wanda Maximoff | mcu
Neil O'Donoghue | OC, m/m for shipping
kate galloway. oc
what the hap is fuckening here ??? au ?? lmk if i broke anything
Jesus shit, [she manages through her panting breaths. For a moment, fear overtakes her; she looks over her shoulder and squints into the alleyway for any sign of the thing that had given chase, but no. It's gone.
Or, at least, it didn't follow them.]
I can't-- It was going to kill us, I can't keep running.
fuck the police we do what we want au
There isn't much there, and judging by what happened to the knives she did throw at it, there was no point in trying to touch thst beast in general. Not if she wanted to come out with both arms in tact.
But for Emily's sake, she has to figure out something they can do. She can't let the girl die, not after everything, not when she's come to look at her like a younger sister. Someone she would truly protect before everyone else, because she's all snark and sharp words and action
And truly quite sweet beneath it all, but doing her damnedest to hide it.
Kate is just that fond of her.
That kind of fond that leads to white noise in the back of her head, switching on so suddenly that Kate whirls around, half expecting to see Marc standing there. But then, once she realises there's no one but Emily there, she notices the differences in the way that noise presents. It isn't Marc at all. ]
...Em?
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Why is all of this happening?
[Not their... link. She gets that, she's heard Kate talk about it, about Marc and all that happened -- well, some of it. Emily doesn't blame her for not talking about it much.
But the rest?]
Don't let it kill me.
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What was going on? Why had her mind, her heart, granted this girl access when people who have known her for almost half her life haven't had this privilege?
She knew she was fond of her, knew she felt some sort of older sibling pull towards her, but this much? ]
I don't know. But we're getting out of it. [ she has to shake off the shock for their sakes. Has to think, slip back into this habit of speaking in her mind. ] Let's get indoors. [ see what they can scavenge or use from a building that might keep them safe, have somewhere to hide if they need. ]
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But Kate is the one with powers, not Emily. This isn't right. This isn't at all right.]
Don't have to tell me twice.
[It's so fucking weird to know she doesn't have to speak out loud for Kate to hear her, but it's good, right now. Convenient. They have an advantage now, one less thing to worry about as Emily ducks into the nearest building, pressing her back against a wall in the hopes that something stable will stop the chills running up and down her spine.]
Don't you dare fucking leave me alone. Don't you dare.
[Not like she can back up that order, but god. She'll kick Kate's ass or something. Or scream really loudly.]
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[Says the girl who isn't even old enough to legally drink in her home country.
She doesn't resist Kate's pull, though, just follows along and runs through the door once it opens (thank god it opens, thank god), following wherever Kate leads her. If they stop, if Kate makes even the slightest move to let her wrist go, Emily will grab her hand and squeeze it tight.
Scared doesn't even begin to cover how Emily feels right now.]
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Nepeta Leijon | Homestuck | OTA
konstantin scala / original
8 with a side of 4
Rune suspected that this was because Konstantin had known what he was right from the start, and had known that even with their usual secretive-sort of compatriots, Rune wasn't going to let on any of the things he knew. Rune had finally explained that it wasn't just a case of wouldn't but couldn't and the two had been nigh inseparable from that point onward.
At that particular moment, Rune was perched on a windowledge, one knee drawn up to his chest, arms looped loosely around it while the other leg just swayed, heel of his boot bumping against the wall now and again, waiting was always the part that he hated the most, "You think maybe they decided not to come?"