Roses Without ThornsWings Without HornsSkin Stained In ColorStill, I Grow Duller

Roses without thorns Wings without horns Skin stained in color Still, I grow duller

I've painted a lot of glass wings, and now I want to explore all the possibilities with stained glass wings. What's your favorite type of stained glass? I love nature so anything botanical or starry would be my fav.

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The Trial of Binding

From book 3 of The Chronicles of Water, titled "Pendulum Girl"

The Trial of Binding is a rigorous ritual in which a candidate must willingly submit themselves to bond with an immortal robe, granting them eternal life. This bon is forged through a gruesome process, where the candidate is placed into the life of a historical figure known for enduring a brutal and agonizing death.

The trial transcends both the physical and the spiritual, as the candidate's will is tested. They retain all memories of who they truly are while in the consciousness of this person of history, as well as knowing how their demise will come. With all the power to alter the course of history, the candidate must stay the course or be consumed by the robe itself as after death, there will be no coming back.

Should they stay the course and volunteer themselves to fate, their consciousness will return to their original body and they will be eternal from that point forward. They will become one with the robe. A symbiotic relationship.

Upon approaching the robe, the candidate receives communication. The robe speaks to them through premonitions. The candidate is enveloped in its presence. Forced to confront their fears and desires. the must accept their fate before donning the robe.

Many have attempted the trial and failed, destroyed by this sentient fabric. All who approach are made aware of this. Some lead by curiosity, other with caution, all with one goal in mind: immortality.

For more on this story, please follow, like and share. Upon completion, this story will be given out free to all! I've also been working on a way to make this a dnd homebrew item!

Cupid's Arrows:

Cast:

Blaze-Black-Love To Hate

Otto-Yellow-Familial Love

Sylvia-Purple-Shallow Love

Ike-Green-Objective Love

Pheobe-Blue--Platonic Love

Rowan-Red-Romantic Love

Mr. C-Cupid

The old belief is that Cupid will strike you with an arrow to make you fall in love. These days due to scientific research, we know that love is actually caused by a complex chemical reaction in the brain…

Chapter One

Bonnie met John on the subway. She dropped her phone and he picked it up for her, a classic, romantic meet-cute. No one noticed the dull pink glow emitting from the phone and certainly no one noticed one of the passengers slipping out of the open subway doors and into the nearest bathroom. It is there that we meet Rowan, right now they are dressed in black leggings and a red turtleneck, his hair piled onto his head in sandy brown curls and he is also slightly glowing…?

Rowan rubs his eyes in the mirror but as the red flakes land in the sink, more pink flakes begin tomaterialize around him until he is surrounded.

Chapter Two

Rowan appears, not in the sky but in a plane that looks a lot like it. Vast, white marble floors extend as far as the eye can see interrupted by the occasional pillared temple opening onto the vast, cloudless sky. No longer wearing his turtleneck, Rowan has swapped it for a red tank top that shows off his lean, athletic figure.

“Hi Rowan!” exclaims a sweet young girl in a blue bow and frilly blue and white dress. “Come on, Mr. C’s already celebrating his big day!”

In one of the temples, on a fold up chair sits a devilishly handsome figure with sleek white hair pulled back into a stylish man bun. He is wearing Ray-bans and gold jewelry on top of his white ski jacket. His heavy black leather high tops are propped up on the long rectangular table and he was leaning so far back in his chair that Rowan is astonished that he hasn’t tipped over.

“Look who finally showed up! The rest of you were done ages ago…” Mr. C suddenly lurches forward in his chair, staring at Rowan over the top of his sunglasses with piercing gold eyes, like a hawk. “So? What took you so long?”

“It took a while but I can safely say that Bonnie Parker and John Acosta are in love.

“ Ok? What about kids? Or pets? What happens if one of them gets hurt?”

“All due respect Mr. C, that’s not my job, my job is to make people fall truly, madly, deeply in love with each other.”

As Cupid scoffs a voice grows

“I’d have expected you to be happier on your ‘special day’ Cupid.”

“A pleasure to see you too darling '' Mr. C retorts as he rolls his eyes and resumes his chair leaning.

“I brought the others, ' Blaze growled again.

One by one the temple fills with dazzling people who take their seats at the table: a small child wearing yellow overalls, a woman with an hourglass body in a tight purple dress, a man wearing a green and dark green checkered suit and finally the girl in blue came bounding in cheerfully and began talking to the overalled boy.

“Everyone be quite and sit down, ”Commands Mr. C in a loud, strong voice. Blaze mutters something under his breath as he leans against a pillar, picking at his black ripped jeans.

“Ah Blaze, you always were a rather pointy arrow weren’t you? You may stay standing.

Moving on, as you all know today is my ‘special day’, Valentines Day. We celebrate every year and every year I am just so disappointed in all of you. Valentine's Day is about love, so why am I not feeling more love in the world? As my arrows you are a direct representation of my power. You should all be taking your jobs much more seriously than this. That’s all, you all have more important duties than partying. Just go to your rooms. I don’t even feel like celebrating anymore.”

Chapter Three

It’s about an hour later that Rowan is sitting on his soft bed in his rather luxurious room picking over a piece of ripe melon that he hears a ‘rap-tap-tap’. As he opened his door he is surprised to see Cupid standing there.

“Hey R, can I come in?” Not waiting for an answer, he brushes past Rowan onto the bedside and moves the melon to a spot on the carpet.

“I know you’re technically done for the day but do you think you could do something for me?”

“Anything,”

“I have one more thing for you to do. These two, they should fall in love.

Rowan takes the file that Cupid is holding out to him and flicks through it. “Look I totally would, it's just… well, to be honest neither of them are straight.” Cupid does not respond how Rowan hoped he would respond which was “Oh you're absolutely right Rowan, good catch!”

Instead, Cupid scoffs and says “Don’t be silly, R. You make romance bloom all the time. Surely you can do this.”

“No, I’m sorry. Everyone has a subconscious bias in who they love. All I do is bring it to the surface. While theoretically I could force two people in love, it would just fall apart.”

“Would you do it for me though?”

Rowan breaths a deep sigh. There had been a time when he had let his crush get the better of him and anything Cupid wanted was carried out. But Rowan had to be different. He couldn’t say he wasn’t tempted by Cupid, but he also couldn’t pretend that Cecilia even wanted a relationship or that Austin could ever love her the way he loved his coworker. It wasn’t right.

“I can’t do that Mr. C, maybe ask Pheobe or Owen.” Cupid suddenly gets up and walks to the doorway.

“I’m sorry you feel that way R. Goodnight.”

Cupid slams the door and Rowan lays back in his bed feeling strangely numb. He must’ve dozed off because when he wakes up, it’s morning and the woman in the purple dress is standing in his doorway.

Chapter Four

“Rowan? Why is Cupid going to earth with his bow?

Rowan jolts upright. “Sylvia what do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said, Cupid’s going to Earth and he says it’s your fault. Why?”

But Rowan is already running out the door to scan the nearby area for Cupid. It’s very hard to spot him because with his white ski jacket, Cupid blends in perfectly with the endless white floor. Rowan runs to where he knows there is an entrance to earth and there he sees Cupid preparing to step through the golden doorway.

“Mr.C! Wait!”

“Hmm? Come to apologize darling?

Rowan uses his body to block Cupid from the door, trying in a desperate attempt to make himself heard.

“Please stop Cupid. This isn’t right.”

Cupid sneers, his voice suddenly becoming malicious and cutting. “Oh, Romance, I should have done this a long time ago, but what a fool I was.”

Cupid turns his head up as if he can’t even look at Rowan and with a careless flick of his wrist, Rowan feels a force like a charging bull slamming into him, knocking him through the doorway and onto earth.

Friends forever . . . and ever . . . and ever . . . and ever ∞ 

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"light is what we create"- when the romantic tension is high

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

unconsciously leaning in towards each other

^ or gradually gravitating towards one another in a room in general

laughing at every joke they make, even if they're not that funny

eyes checking out their entire outfit when you first see them

^ then having to ask their giggling friends what their problem is after they've been caught

the triangle method ??? duh

inside jokes seem to accumulate and pile up as they start to spend more time alone together

eye contact being so strong, even in smaller conversations

voices changing around each other (whether it deepens or their tone in which they speak changes)

smiling and giggling throughout the entire conversation

"you always look good, what do you mean?"

always finding a way to have physical contact

^ having hands brush against eachother, being so close that they're shoulder-to-shoulder, touching their forearm briefly, etc.

compliments on top of compliments

noticing or remembering the little things

"am i too close?" "no! no, you're fine."

brushing hair out of their face or behind their ear :(

the look of absolute admiration and love one gives when the other isn't looking

^ cue their other friends gagging and telling them to "stand up"

when they lean in to get something off of their face and the other literally stops breathing for a second

goofy smiles

always being able to joke around together