Let Me Hug This Sad Boy

I bleed just to know I’m not alone

when you find some dumb dance reference gifs and a bad procrastination habit 

go forth my children, what can you sync these guys up to…I might regret this curiosity 

When Lysandre had seen how clear the sky was, she had been delighted. It was a perfect occasion to take a breath of fresh air. With a newfound joy, her steps led her to her favourite spot in the city : a quiet garden, far from human's activity. However, she was surprised when she spotted a figure in the distance and hesitated to approach, unsure about the person's identity. She cautiously approached, taking a small breath before greeting them politely. -" Good evening. I don't want to intrude but, would you mind if I sit here for a moment?"

Let's find your muse : ⭐️- Stargazing.

Lyntel sighs, having escaped their business for the day to sneak into one of the gardens of Vesuvia for the night. They watched the stars, enjoying the flask of drink they had brought. They didn’t even turn when they heard footsteps come up from behind them, hoping it was just someone else here to enjoy the stars.

The young woman wasn't prepared for such a response on his part but she wasn't going to complain. After all the times she tries to make him understand how much he represented to her, she was finally happy to see him expressing himself so passionately. Her heart was beating  hard and his touch upon her skin was setting her aflame from inside. The young woman's state didn't get better when she found herself trapped. Stuck between him and the door, she would have panicked if it had been any other than the Doctor. Instead, she brought him even closer, moaning lightly at his new fervor. She let him take the lead, her lips soft and hungry against his, even when he was stealing her breath away. Of course she was okay with him taking everything she had to give. She wanted to tell him so badly. She desired to be his and his only. But he didn't wanted to understand...Sometimes, Lysandre was feeling the urge to shout at him, to knock some sense into this thick skull of his, other times she just felt like breaking down and crying, ready to forget her pride and beg for his life to be saved. Had it been about anyone else, she would have already given up. Each time he pushed her away resulted in her feeling down for days and sometimes, the hurt she felt was consuming her entirely. Maybe was it silly to wish for a life with him. All the times she was daydreaming about contemplating the night sky in his arms could be useless wanderings about a future that wasn't hers to have. The apprentice didn't know but she wanted to believe... Her lips had nearly formed an answer when his expression cracked and she found herself witnessing a heart-wrenching scene. The moment she heard Julian cry, everything disappeared around her, letting her focus on the man hunched over her shoulder.

“Shhh... Everything will be okay Julian... You're not alone in this mess.”

Lys did her best to keep her voice calm and quiet not to upset him even more. The hand that was in the back of his neck found its new place in the man's hair, massaging his scalp in soothing motions while the other went to his back, drawing invisible lines across his shirt.

“I know you're tired of everything happening and you just want for it to end but death isn't the only solution. There's still hope for you and I refuse to let you go without a fight... It may be hard to accept to be loved since life and people has been hard with you but please, trust me when I say I 'll be here for you no matter what. “

She squeezed him slightly, continuing to caress his hair.

“I trust you. I trust you with my whole being. You're not a bad person. I don't care about the accusation weighing upon you, somewhere within me, I know you're not a murderer. Now, in order to understand you better, I need you to talk to me... Could you do that for me Dear?”

It would be difficult for him to talk but she had to try anyway. It would surely help him feel better afterwards. Not wanting to rush  the Doctor, Lysandre kept her silence, continuing to cuddle him softly against her.

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She let herself be pushed to the door and, if the situation wasn’t so upsetting, she would have enjoyed to have him towering over her smaller frame like that. Her eyes didn ’t left his gaze, and for a moment, she drowned in it, admiring every emotion passing over. Did she hate life in itself ? No . What she dreaded was a life without him, returning to being an empty shell carrying on with her existance by automatic reflex, because Asra expected that from her. Julian had brought her back to life and she wouldn’t let him be killed by those blood-thirsty vultures. No matter the price to keep him alive and well, the apprentice would pay it. As  his hand found her neck, squeezing lightly, she pushed herself against it a lot more frankly to prove the point of her next words.

« A life without you isn’t worth living. If I can’t save you from your fate then I’ll hang by your side. I love you Julian and I’m not scared of it nor am I scared to die. If this is our future then so be it ! But we’re going to face it together. »Unable to resist longer, one of her hands sneaked its way to the back of his neck, caressing his skin, and she joined their lips in a desperate kiss, attempting to pass all of her feelings through it.

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Trapped in a trance while staring at her, a shade of pink crept upon his cheeks at the feeling of her fingers on his nape and as soon as he was pulled into the kiss, he put up no resistance. Ravenous, hungry kisses had befallen her in between his soft wails of despair to rival her own misery, unable to understand her stubbornness and the feeling that was growing inside of his chest due to her words full of kindness and selflessness. 

“I…why…you’re making this so much harder than it has to be, listen to me…”, he spoke clumsily, trapped inside the kiss, voice trembling from the sudden feeling of his heart dropping inside of his stomach. What he felt wasn’t something that he could put into words, instead, he decided to show her. He did want a life alongside her more than anything, but he did not want her to sacrifice herself if it turned out that he was the bad guy, no matter how much he loved her. And oh, he did love her, to the point where he would have taken her away and left this wretched place behind in memory; but he still had to do good by Portia and those who helped him escape for so long. He couldn’t run away anymore.

“Someday, I will have to face the music…one way or another.”

With the same fervor, he smacked his lips against hers as if to dissipate the thought from his mind, even if for a short, fleeting moment. The hand on her neck was only gently squeezing her from time to time while his thumb was caressing the side of her throat, feeling the pulsing life through her soft skin. Only for a moment did he break the kiss, enough to call her a downright fool for being such a martyr - he was quite familiar with the concept - and with a grunt of frustration, he pushed himself against her, trapping her form with a leg between her own, stealing all the kisses he wanted from her lips even if he was soon to run out of breath; until he did though, he took this opportunity to dig his other hand into her hair and move her head as he pleased until he took everything he could. With a heavy satisfied exhale, he parted from her lips with a thin string of saliva, panting softly as he then chose to rest his forehead against hers.

“If you keep offering yourself on a silver platter like that, I will take everything you give me and then some. Are you really okay with that? I’m not a good person, Lys. I will hurt you.”, try as he might to keep up a villainous facade, it all came crashing down when he looked into her eyes, biting down on his lip in an attempt to get himself to shut up - he would never hurt her. He would rather die, and even that wouldn’t help, it would just hurt her even more. As much as he wanted to pretend that he was capable of such a thing, the truth was he was in love with her. But those sweet words got stuck in his throat every time he tried to spell them out, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to live up to them. 

His scowl twisted into a pitiful expression that was quick to tear up, much alike a beat-down puppy’s abandoned on the side of the road. His body and mind were losing their strength and in order to hide his tears, he wrapped his arms around her upper back and waist, his head now resting atop her shoulder, grieving loudly into her clothed body, burying his face into it so he would stop already. The doctor was fully aware of how pathetic he looked and sounded like.

Her first reflex was to shoot this nuisance a furious stare but, as her eyes set on him, recognition hit her. So when he wasn’t breaking in her shop, he was getting drunk... What an amazing schedule. A sigh escaped her lips as she eyed him disaprovingly.

“Julian... Are you really drunk enough to be unable to recognise me? I was going to tell you I was fine but now I’m offended...”

As much as she wanted to scold him for interrupting her brooding session, her lips curved in a small smile. With a vague movement of her hand, she gestured to a vacant chair near her own.

“You should sit before embarrassing yourself further.”

There was no aggressivity in her tone, only amusement. After all, seeing this supposed murderer tripping over himself wasn’t the most scary of things. Plus, even drunk, he was quite handsome... Not that she would admit it though. Blue eyes checked her drink and she groaned, realizing her glass was nearly empty. Tonight, she definitely needed more to let go of her bitterness towards Asra, to forget her duties towards the countess. Tonight, she wanted to have some fun no matter what.

After Asra's departure, Lysandre tried to drown her loneliness in work. It failed. Then, she opted for a walk in the city. This time, it seemed to work... Until someone mentioned her master. The said master who left her behind once again. The young woman repressed the growing rage inside of her and went in search of her brother. When a closed door welcomed her, she fumed. That's how she found herself in a tavern, mumbling over a drink and sending death glares to any poor soul approaching her.

Like his usual drunkard self, the Doctor could be found at his regular table lit by candles at The Rowdy Raven, secluded from the other drunkards for the most part; he did not appreciate being nagged with cheers and songs while he was trying so hard to be bitter and drown his sorrows into alcohol. However, his 8th glass had already emptied and he truly needed a refill. Without a choice, he sighed and attempted to get up properly, but of course, he had not anticipated the punch that these drinks had packed on him. With a less than gracious stumble, he tripped over his own feet and nearly fell over the blonde lady sitting in the same area as he was. How the hell hadn’t he noticed her before? Probably the self-absorption. Luckily, his arms propped him on her table before he had the chance to fall over and let the disaster of spilling her drink ensue. If he truly had fallen over with his entire weight, the poor soul would be crushed to bits. He wasn’t exactly the smallest of people.

“Oh, God- my bad.”, he slurred out, physically slapping himself out of the effects that the drinks had had on him. “Are you alright? I think I’ve just barged in with the finesse of a boulder.”

“Ilya - The hanged man” ~ A slippery boy for ya.

Finally done! Thank you for your patience… Have been on vacation. 

Hope you enjoy.

A special thank you to the game “The Arcana: A Mystic Romance” - It’s very entertaining and addictive and I’ve spent many hours playing. 

The young woman didn't expected to find herself exposed to the cool night air so rapidly and she had to hide a shiver when she took place beside Julian. His sudden desire to escape the tavern had been intriguing as possible, without mentioning how dangerous it was to stand outside while the guards were patrolling the streets in order to catch him. Even if the alcohol in her system was still very effective, she was capable of paying close attention to her surroundings. At the moment, all seemed still and the only sounds were coming from the Rowdy Raven's drunkards enjoying their night. However, Lysandre was familiar enough with shadows to know they could hide many surprises ranging from bad to worse...With a sigh, she waited a bit more before finally daring to ask the man what was tickling the tip of her tongue since they had been outside.

“Not that I want to ruin the mood but I'm getting a bit anxious there.Is it really safe to sit out there while being the most searched man in all Vesuvia? If someone spots you and call the guards... It would be a disaster Julian...”

The doctor was caught glancing at her when she turned towards him and immediately, a flush similar to his own crept upon her features. Immediately, giddiness invaded her soul. Since he had been observing her, Lys took the liberty to eye him openly. First, her eyes took his auburn locks in, admiring the way they reflected the moonlight; Then, they traveled to his eye and her heart clenched at the visible marks of tiredness darkening his fair skin. Wouldn't they leave him enough peace to rest for a while?... Damned accusations... Her next target was Julian's nose. As soon as she set her eyes on it, she felt the sudden desire to kiss it and her blush intensified. Unexpectedly, a shiver saved the young woman from embarrassing herself further, bringing her mind back to a more trivial reality : She was cold.

The feeling of warm, soft lips pressing onto his cheek nearly made him lose his balance and it was further perpetuated by her seductive whispers that followed it. He nearly fell to the floor with her from the sudden shock, but luckily he still had some power left in him to pull themselves up on their feet again, landing with her held against his chest. As soon as she was up on her feet, he pulled a hand away from her just to feel the area where her lips once were, a lovestruck blush blooming on his visage. It was as if the cat’s really got his tongue this time around, only managing to look at her as he swallowed dryly, his body getting warmer and warmer the more he was pressed against her.

“O-Oh, I am most happy that you enjoyed it. We were so in sync, I could feel the magic happening.”, he spoke with a sheepish smile in an attempt to seem calm, although his voice was cracking and giving him away easily. Her eyes were hypnotizing, the hair that neatly framed her face was making them stand out even more and frankly, he had the time of his life being the center of attention with her, without a care in the world.

After he was done absentmindedly stroking his own cheek, he shook his head as if trying to wake up from a mirage. That hand quickly grabbed her own and he decided to pull her alongside him to go take a breather outside.

“I-Is it just me or did it get…extremely hot in here all of a sudden?”, Julian spoke, flushed and a blushing mess from what had conspired. What were those in his stomach? Butterflies? He did not know yet. Leading Lysandre outside the bar by her hand, holding onto it gingerly and carefully, he offered little to no explanation as to why they were suddenly leaving. It was just an excuse to keep her occupied, to keep her with him as long as he could. They could go back in after being able to relax in peace and quiet for a bit. Luckily for them, there was a bench nearby, to which the doctor had made his way and politely invited her to take a seat next to him. The moonlight was falling onto their features, making Julian all the more tempted to sideglance at her from time to time, completely mesmerized with her presence, the blush on his cheeks still present.

when someone kills you in a video game but you have health potions

I spent way too long trying to decide what act Nadia would be before finally admitting that she is of course the Ringleader of this whole shebang.

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Asra | Julian

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