Another Random Excerpt From My Twins AU (that I Have Not Written):

Another random excerpt from my Twins AU (that I have not written):

(2) [Favorite mortal of mine...]

Callie couldn’t breathe, every time she inhaled through either her nose or mouth, the sickening scent and taste of copper would overwhelm her. Tears stung her bleeding eyes, as she coughed up more and more red.

The black uniform that she had worn to match with her dongsaeng was soaked with her blood. Unsalvageable.

Through her blurred vision, she could barely makeout the battlefield. It was all ash and rubble anyway, so it's not like there was much to see.

The pale skin of her hands was webbed with inky blackness, consuming more and more of her porcelain flesh as butterflies emerged from her body, glittering like stained glass and rushing towards allies to provide aid.

Callie ignored the pain, the excruciating sensation of her insides tearing themselves apart. She could handle it, just a little bit more-!

"-ate broke! NOONA!" She could hear someone yelling, it sounded like Roksoo but her hearing was fading, the blood leaking from her ears was already making everything a bit muffled.

Spots appeared in the corners of her eyes, a scorching heat boiled beneath her skin as she closed her eyes and tipped forward, her trembling legs no longer able to hold her up.

…

She didn’t hit the ground.

Cool, large hands wrapped around her own, familiar dark-skinned fingers intertwined with hers as she was pulled back against a man’s chest.

“Didn’t I tell you to not come to me so soon?” The God of Death, nay, Azrael said to her, his voice soft.

Her sight, no longer obscured by blood, dust or ash, adjusted to the scenery of the Void.

She tilted her head up, looking up at him.

Azrael’s expression was inscrutable, black eyes shiny and silver in his waterline.

“…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Azrael.” Callie whispered hoarsely, her throat felt like sandpaper and her tone was breathless, almost pleading.

“No, you’re not.” He sighed and leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers, strands of moon-white hair tickled her cheeks but she didn’t mind.

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GUYS I'M SORRY I COULDN'T FINISH IT ;-;

I was itching to post something but this was stressing me out, so have a cut-off scene. I might update this later but it's unlikely.

Once again, I am reminded how blessed I am to be moots with such talented wonderful peeps.

@asterefflores drew this beautiful art of my persona??? Like, It’s amazing!

:3

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been thinking about Alberu Crossman lately and how he really is just the guy of all time. he's a magic swordsman prince and a quarter Dark Elf, but his main weapon is a gun. and not just any gun, but an alien gun that came pre-installed with AI. he spent half a chapter on hold with customer service once. his alias of choice when going undercover is "Bob." he's white-passing, but only when he wants to be. his main catchphrase is "This is driving me nuts." he uses this catchphrase so much, the fandom has started associating him with squirrel imagery. he's the only person to call Cale an immature brat to his face. he was assigned a fursona by God. he's genuinely upset that the main villain makes better cookies than he does. he fought the final boss in his pajamas - and won. he averted a TPK for Cale's allies by taking a video call as his fursona. he once shot the main villain while he was monologuing. he's even a gamer. what did we do to deserve him

Modern AU RokCale, they’re in college or whatever. Btw, this is fem! Cale for the sole reason that I’m on a Callie roll and I want to write about her but this can be applied without the genderbending.

ANYWAY! They meet on a rainy day, Callie is curled up in a ball under the hood of some building and Roksoo sees her when he walks out. He doesn’t have an umbrella and he doesn’t feel like getting wet.

Callie has one but she’s just sitting there and not moving. Roksoo, despite his reservations, approached and asked. Callie was more mellow today, the rain having put out her fire before it had the chance to erupt, so she answered with:

“I don’t feel like going home right now.”

So, Roksoo decides to sit with her because he’s got nothing better to do and he’d feel bad to just ask for her umbrella.

They sit like that for a bit, in silence while staring at the rain-drenched surroundings.

After a while, Callie stands up and dusts off her shorts, picking up her umbrella before throwing a look at the still-seated Roksoo.

"Well? Aren't you gonna come? I don't have all day."

Roksoo is surprised but quickly stands up to follow her. They huddle under her umbrella, with Roksoo having to hunch over a bit. The two end up fumbling around a bit til Callie gets fed and just locks her elbow with his so that they can get going.

They end up going to a nearby convenience store where Callie bought snacks and drinks for both of them. Carbonated strawberry milk for herself and normal chocolate milk for Roksoo, because I think he would.

Somehow, they end up at the park, sitting on hill while eating their snack. Callie pops open her can, carefully making sure that the middle dot remained intact before ripping off the tab and tucking it into her pocket.

They talk about stuff and get to know each other better, Callie allows her walls to recede slightly while Roksoo loosens up a bit. She tells him that she likes making jewellery from little trinkets and knick-knacks like soda tabs and such. Roksoo confesses that he loves reading shitty webnovels and riduculous romance dramas.

The sun dips below the horizon, the clock strikes eight and Roksoo walks Callie home.

They’re at her front door and before she walks in, she takes out the soda tab from before and gives it to Roksoo, sliding it into his palm and closing his fist over it.

She smiles softly and bids him goodbye before going inside and closing the door. Only to immediately slide down and curl up into a ball, her face as red as her hair and her heart jackrabbiting in her chest.

Roksoo stands there for a second, his ears burning red as gently holds the tab before stiffly walking away, a smile playing on his lips.

They have one thought:

“Shit, I forgot to give him/her my number.”

Unbeknownst to them, both Ron and Hans saw the whole thing.