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No matter how long he spent in Araluen, Halt held on to the fear, deep within himself, that he would be hated and ridiculed if anyone found out he was fae-kissed. With time and practice, he could be open about himself in the privacy of his own cabin, or when he was alone with Abelard.
But things changed when Gilan became his apprentice. Suddenly he had to mask again, to pretend to make eye contact again, to hide his fidgeting again. But at least he got breaks while Gilan was his apprentice. Gilan went home every month to see his parents, and trained regularly with MacNeil.
Will had no other home to go to. He was with Halt all the time. And, every so often, the mask slipped.
It started subtly enough, when Wlil caught Halt snapping his fingers a few times after Will made a breakthrough in archery. Will, still intimidated by the grim-faced ranger, said nothing.
A few weeks later, Will found a Celtic coin in his change. He dropped it on the table, where it spun and rattled for a moment before coming to rest. But Will didn't pay attention to that. Instead, he found himself looking at Halt, whose head was tilted towards the table, listening to the coin.
Will tried to copy Halt's demeanour after a couple of years. He spent a lot of time watching Halt's face beneath the cowl of his cloak. That's when he noticed Halt avoided eye contact as naturally as most people made it. Very often, Will realised, Halt wasn't looking at faces at all.
And that was when Will stumbled on more revelations. So often, Halt's sarcasm was a way of dealing with an ambiguous social situation – he didn't know what to say, or what the other person meant, so he defaulted to sarcasm until they explained themselves. His habit of intimidating people was a way for him to avoid conversations he no longer wished to have, because he couldn't tell what they're feeling and was tired of second-guessing himself. He cut his hair and beard with his knife because he hated being touched around his shoulders, which barbers do regularly. He avoided crowds and jerked away from loud noises.
And, when he thought no one was looking, he drummed his fingers or waved his hand or watched shadows or spun a coin, and he looked much calmer when he did.
So one day, Will talked to him about it.
Halt was reluctant. He tried to bluff his way through, tried to say his demeanour was just how rangers were supposed to be, but Will persisted. Halt sat in silence for a long time.
And then, finally, when Will thought the conversation was over, Halt said, 'My parents always said I had to hide it.'
He didn't elaborate, and for once, Will didn't press. But from then on, Will began making himself more clear in conversations from the outset, and Halt got less sarcastic. Will made a conscious effort to make less noise, and Halt was visibly calmer. Will jumped into conversations more, segueing past difficult moments until Halt could take over the discussion again.
A year after their conversation, Will and Halt wouldn't have guessed how much their daily lives would change. Halt fidgeted openly now. Will took note of which topics Halt liked to talk about and asked about them. Though Halt acted annoyed by Will's constant questions, Will knew he didn't really mean it. Halt began making more jokes, teased Will more often, and now that he knew what to look for Will never again thought of Halt as mean.
The only other thing Halt ever said about it was one night in the final year of Will's apprenticeship, when they were sitting on the porch one dusky evening, coffees in hand. Halt was watching the lengthening shadows, and occasionally waved his hand. Will had been asking for relationship advice with Alyss, and Halt had gruffly told him that, unless Will wanted to wait twenty years to get married, he was probably better off going to someone else. They lapsed into silence for a bit until Halt apparently noticed Will watching his hand waving. 'Its called being phóg laechonnachie,' he said quietly. 'Fae-kissed.'
'Fae-kissed,' Will said. 'It sounds nice.'
They were quiet for a long time before Halt said, very quietly, 'I suppose it does.'
Its hilarious to me that I have followers who aren't even slightly interested in the occult but hang around just to watch the ouroboros train wreck of insane shit that happens on this blog
Lights Part 4
"You sure you want to come over tonight?" You ask as you facetime Polypa, she's somewhere downtown shopping with Boldir. The two of them hadn't told you for what but you have a feelings its for you.
"Of course. You're making spaghetti aren't you?" She asks as she glances off screen to where you can hear Boldir talking with a shop attendant.
"Yeah, figured it was a good night to stay in. Maybe watch some Netflix."
"That sounds great... Maybe we can watch Buzzfeed Unsolved too..." Boldir speaks up, face briefly appearing. She's giving you a more gentle smile and you know it has to do with the fact you'd nearly had an anxiety attack the last time the three of you had all hung out. It makes you want to squirm. Instead you glance over to check if the pot of water is boiling yet.
"Yeah. That sounds good." You agree absently. In the living room you can hear the weather forecast calling for more rain. It'd been going on steadily for two days now, a light drizzle that wouldn't let up. Usually you enjoyed the rain but tonight was calling for a sudden turn in the weather- a proper thunderstorm. They might not be able to go home if it gets truly bad.
"Do you want us to wait?" Polypa asks after a moment of silence as she walks. Her expression is understanding and open. The fact she's been so patient with you as of late causes your stomach to drop in nervousness at the thought. She wouldn't bat an eye if you told her you just wanted space.
But you don't. You want to spend time with your friends. Have dinner and watch whatever random thing catches your interests as the night goes on. But at the same time you aren't sure how you're gonna take the storm mixed with the fact that the two olive bloods will be trapped with you for the night. Swallowing those feelings down you give her a smile.
"Nah. We need to finish up Blood Battle Blockade anyway don't we?"
"True... I've heard the ending is really good."
"So have I."
The silence returns as the water finally boils and you pour in the noodles. You can hear Boldir and Polypa talking to each other as they keep you on facetime. The soothing background noise letting you relax as you set the timer. It was truly just one of those molasses slow days. A haze of lethargy falling over everything. You prop your phone on the jar of tomato sauce so you can still see what they're up to as you chop garlic. They're outside now, huddled under an umbrella as they walk. You'd only taken your eyes off your phone for a moment when you hear Polypa curse and Boldir suck in a breath. Glancing up you can see the way Polypa has pulled the phone closer to herself, only able to see her chin and her coat. The hair on the back of your neck raises as Polypa speaks to someone you can't see. You stand there frozen straining to hear the other person. "Who are you talking to Polypa?"
The knife clatters onto the chopping board as you suck in a panicked breath. You aren't ready to see anyone else. Not today. Not right now. You miss Polypa's reply as he takes her phone. You can't get your body to move, rooted to the spot as a new face comes into view. Teal eyes go wide behind his glasses and you watch him suck in a surprised breath.
"Give that back Tegiri!" Boldir snaps and you watch the camera blur as she obviously wrestles him for it.
"What is going on? You found them?" He sounds so hurt as he speaks but the guilt hardly registers over the overwhelming terror.
Teals talk.
Boldir's face comes into view, then Polypa's, then Tegiri's as they fight over the phone the camera as blurred as your thoughts. Your hands shake as you fumble for your own phone. Pressing end call you sink down onto the floor. They'll know. They'll know and they'll look for you and then they'll be at your door and- the shrill beep of the timer interrupts your spiral and you jump to turn it off. You aren't ready but the universe does not care about that. Straining the noodles you put them back in the pot and add the tomato sauce. You have to stop thinking about that. You need a distraction. Something else to focus on other than the sense of dread.
When you set the table its for a dinner of four. You sincerely hope that's all there will be tonight.
The One time i decided to go out of my house today im met with literall Storm outside. Gotta love Mother nature
i love mutual pining to lovers because it gives some of the vibes of a love triangle without the needless drama. alternatively it’s like a love triangle except the third person is just mutual stupidity.
This au wildin
Gotta love when you're too awkward to tell one of your best friends that you have romantic feelings for them even though you know they probably feel the same way.
Pomni, Ragatha, and Jax playing video games!
TADC DAD AU 50
Ragatha is still mad at Jax, they have to talk things out
Also pomni is playing as yoshi, jax as waluigi and kinger as donkey kong, I just like the trope of drawing people playing games and they are themselves inside the game instead of the characters they're playing as
HELP ME BUY MY MEDS! COMMISSION ME FOR A DOLLAR OR DONATE TO MY PAYPAL
it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this
This whole thing proves that we would fall for a scam so hard
Like yes I will press the button, here sir have my e-mail address and phone number without a second thought
This whole thing proves that we would fall for a scam so hard
Like yes I will press the button, here sir have my e-mail address and phone number without a second thought
where's the guy pushing boulder emoji already
Being on Tumblr has messed with my vocabulary and my understanding of how many people are queer
Good Lord! Commander Cullen with facial hair! Look at it! I can’t. I just can’t. Like uuuuuuuuggghhhhh!!!!
commander.
there is nothing like the stress you get when you just realize you have two tests, a project, and several assignments all due tomorrow and you have barely started on any of them
there is nothing like the stress you get when you just realize you have two tests, a project, and several assignments all due tomorrow and you have barely started on any of them
Innnn relation to my last post, more things I need!
- alcohol, a bunch
Honorable mentions:
- some strong shit
Concerning my friends who might see this: this is not a cry for help, it's just crying in general
