Larry Didn't Need To Be High To Be Quiet. He Could Just Listen To His Music. He Could Be Painting. Or

Larry didn't need to be high to be quiet. He could just listen to his music. He could be painting. Or he could just stare into the void while a maelstrom of thoughts invaded his mind. He liked to isolate himself in the treehouse for these kind of moments. But you liked to bother him.

“Hey Larry-bear !”

He heard you voice coming from the feet of the tree. But he didn't move. He knew you would soon join him. He heard you yapping down the tree and a chuckle escaped his lips when he heard you grunting as you climbed the tree.

“Damn you need to change those planks !” he heard you grumbling. “I swear those are older than Mrs. Rosenberg !”

He finally saw your head emerge from the tree house entrance as you dramatically gasped for air. You beamed when you saw him, sat in a corner.

“Yo !” you raised your hand and Larry raised an eyebrow when he saw the plastic bag in your grip. “I've got snacks ! Want some ?”

You did not wait for his answer. You immediately joined him against the wall of the tree house.

“Paninis are still hot, Larry-bear,” you handed him one of the said 'paninis'. “Careful with your tongue.”

You handed him a can of soda (his favorite) then proceed to bite in your snack. Larry silently watched you do before biting in his panini.

“Fu—”

“Told ya, silly bear !” you snorted as you quickly opened his can and he immediately chugged it down.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you kept eating. You shared his silence but chased away his thoughts like the sun scoffing at the thunderclouds. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your thumb caressed the back of his hand.

“Next time you let yourself beaten by your own thoughts without me knowing, I'll choke you with your own hair, Rapunzel,” you murmured.

He snorted at your words but nodded.

“Noted.”

As long as you were there, his thoughts didn't stand a chance.

"There are times when I wonder if you're a masochist," Pike sighed as she used her healing ability on you.

You just giggled casually, staring at her with so much intensity that she felt herself blushing. The blood dripping from your injury on your abdomen didn't seem to phase you, which astounded Pike. You end up hurt pretty often, and you were always reaching for Pike.

"Aren't you suffering ?"

"You're presence is my painkiller," your grin widened as the red on her cheeks deepened.

She cleared her throat as she kept healing you, doing her best to ignore your stare. You kept your smile and brush a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are ?" you murmured. "I could admire you for centuries without getting tired of it."

She abruptly stood up and turned her back to you, hiding her flustered face.

"Your injury is healed !" she almost shout nervously. "Try to not get hurt too much !"

You chuckled, noticing the red of her ears.

"Alrighty, blondie !"

You did not promise, though. The only reason you let yourself being hurt was because you knew Pike would be there for you. The pain was just temporary anyway. When her golden light was near, nothing else mattered. Plus, you loved seeing her all flustered.

In a way, you maybe were indeed a masochist.

My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

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Damn.

Iso was an attractive guy. Decent and respectful, skilled and humble, gentle and eye-candy. Everything in him screamed 'handsome'. You noticed that when you first met him, and since you two started to date, you were bathing in the warmth of his casual tenderness. He was a master of quality time. And it was by spending a lot of tender moments with him that you discovered one of his many hidden talents : making you flustered.

He did it so naturally, so effortlessly, that he wasn't even conscious of it.

The soft grunts and huffs he let out as your hands skillfully massaged his wide back —was it you or did he really get buffer ?— made you feel like the most wicked being on this universe. You almost drooled when you reminded yourself that you were straddling his hips. The weight of his hoodie on your shoulders and the sent of his cologne teasing your nose slowly made you feel like jelly. Was it how victorian men felt when they had a glimpse of a woman's ankle ?

"Are you good back there ?" he hummed, his voice muffled by the pillows.

Damn.

His voice.

"Shut up," your breath was shaky. "You're not helping."

You kept massaging his back, less and less focused when you suddenly heard him chuckling. You noticed him staring at you with an amused glint in his eyes.

"What ?" you asked.

"Nothing."

In the blink of an eye, you were suddenly pinned down, his fingers teasingly pinching your cheek.

"可爱的," he murmured in awe.

He looked at you with these pretty eyes that you loved so much, powerful but undescribable emotions screaming in his gaze. You felt your heart beating so fast that you were surprised he wasn't teasing you about it.

"Damn," you murmured.

He pressed a soft and reverential kiss on your cheek and resumed on admiring you. You sometimes wondered how on Earth you got lucky enough to date such an amazing person.

Unbeknownst to you, so did Iso.

"Your turn, now," he said with his usual calm tone. "You're tense."

可爱的 — Kě'ài de = adorable.

Skye looked at you with an amused exasperation.

"Please don't tell Brimstone," you said while caressing the little chick in your hands.

She should have seen it coming. She should be used to your antics, yet, you always managed to catch her off-guard.

"His name is Nugget," you smiled.

She couldn't stop the soft laugh from escaping her mouth. She then looked back at the little bird staring at her, then your soft grin and she momentarily wondered if she fell under your charm like the chick did. It wasn't the first time you adopted a random animal. Skye sometimes wondered if you were a Disney princess.

"Wasn't the cat from last time enough ?" she asked as she pet the little bird with her index finger. "Brimstone would not let your little friend stay."

You looked away and lightly bit your lip. You hadn't had the heart to tell her that you left the cat under Fade and Omen's care. Who would inspect the wraith dorm room ? It was the perfect hide out.

"Where did you find him anyway ?"

"You ask too much questions," you pouted then took a step closer. "Could you please help me build a little house for Nugget ? We could put it in your garden and Brim wouldn't find out."

"What about Cypher ?"

The small chuckle that escaped your lips managed to make her blush lightly.

"He already knows," you pointed at the camera around the corner and friendly waved at it.

The camera nodded, as if returning your enthusiasm. Skye laughed again, quickly joined by you.

"Alright," she accepted. "I will build your little friend a house and help you feed him in exchange of your company."

The smile you blinded her with was so warm she felt her heart blooming.

"Deal !" you exclaimed. "I'll get his seeds in my room and I'll join you in the garden. Thank you so much, Skye !"

She watched you go back in your dorm room, leaving her breathless. She was looking forward to bask in your sunny company.

The very first time Clove faced death, you both were children. They did not understand what was happening. One instant they were falling from the tree they were playing in, the next, they were in that strange and desert place. They felt lost and scared but then, you appeared and comforted them.

"It's your first time here right ?" you had ask. "It's the first time I see someone else here."

You showed them the way out and they woke up in a hospital bed. When they told their parents what had happened, they were faced with wide opened eyes.

"My child, you must have faced an angel."

The second time they faced death, they were a bit older and had been the victim of a hit-and-run. They appeared in that strange place again and you were sat on the edge of a ravine, your legs dangling in the void. They joined you and when you noticed their presence, you smiled widely at them.

"I thought I'd never see you again," you had said. "It gets easily lonely, here."

"Are you an angel ?" they asked.

Your eyes had widened at their words before a bursting laugh escaped your throat. You didn't give them an answer, though. You just offered them to walk through the path of awakening together. Clove had often wondered who you were. But they were glad they met you. Discovering their immortality had been less overwhelming thanks to you.

The third time Clove faced death, you were not there. But they had not felt lonely for long when they discovered a comical version of yourself drawn by you on a wall and several arrows showing them the way out.

Facing death was now a thrilling habit for Clove, and meeting you on the liminal space between life and death had become a normal stroll for them. You literally saw each other growing up. They often wondered what was happening in your life for you to often be there, but never dared to ask.

And then, after they joined Valorant, you stopped taking the path of awakening with them. You entertained them until they woke up, but never woke yourself up. You could, but you did not want to. So one day, they purposefully joined you in the liminal space and were welcomed by your smile.

"Why ?" they just asked.

Your smile immediately dropped as well as your shoulders as you just sat down.

"Let's just say I put my immortality on hold," you shrugged as you carelessly shot in a pebble.

"Why ?" they repeated.

"Breathing is not leaving."

They sat down beside you and grabbed your hand, a new determination burning in their eyes.

"Tell me where I can find you," they said. "So I can give you a reason for your immortality."

Your eyes widened at their words and you looked at them as if a second head grew on their shoulder.

"What ?"

"Join me. Join Valorant," they insisted.

Their determination burned your resolve. You flinched and told them where you were before they encouraged you on the path of awakening.

"I promise I'll come get you," were the last words you heard before waking up.

You quickly forgot those words but never these burning blue eyes. But you quickly remembered when a few days later, you recognized them, waving at you as a aircraft descended from the sky. It was the first time you two met outside of the liminal space. They quickly jumped off the aircraft to jump in your arms as their teammates slowly followed behind. You held them tightly, as if to make sure they were real and they did the same.

"I told you I'd get you," they murmured in your ears. "Come with me, with us."

They cupped your face and looked at you closely.

"Clove," someone called — a girl with striking blue hair —. "Who is it ?"

Their eyes did not leave yours as they answered.

"My angel."

Question : can this be considered angsty ?