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29 Jan 2020
"While I share your contempt for this situation in which we find ourselves, do not mistake it as apathy," he hissed through gritted teeth, dark eyes burning. "I hardly expect your disposition to sweeten, but I will be damned if I allow my future Empress to behave in a manner that reflects poorly on me and on the First Order!"
"If you allow?" She wrenched her arm out of his viselike grasp, batting his hand away for good measure. "I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone."
"That might have been the case back when you were a scavenger on that pitiful scrap heap of a planet, but now?" His sardonic gaze flickered over her silk robes and the jewels woven through her elaborate braids. "Now you are the Chume'da, and the Chume'da belongs to her people. Their fate is entirely in your hands. Should you cross the line, it is they who will suffer for it. Am I making myself clear?"
"I hate you," she said bitterly.
He sneered at her. "See? Already you are acclimatizing so well to married life."
There were some significant “before and after” in her life. Before and after the death of her father. Before and after the birth of her sisters. Before and after the first accident. Before and after the separation from her family.
She knew now there would be a before and after Dettlaff.
- Part 1 of A Murmuration Of Starlings
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
06 May 2020
„Holy shit.” Hank mutters and you share the sentiment. You thought that deviants were the real deal, but nothing could have prepared you for the view of Connor with red eyes, red LED and red blood-stained lips. “Fucking vampire androids.”
Aang looks up from the table and studies his friend. Zuko is skimming through the pages in his hands, brows furrowed and deep in thought.
A strand of his hair falls out of his top knot, covering a part of his left eye and scar, but he doesn't seem to notice. Without thinking, Aang reaches over the table to gently sweep it behind his ear, fingers lightly brushing against Zuko’s cheek. Zuko snaps out of his trance at the gesture. “Thanks,” he mumbles, blushing as a pretty pink color rises to his cheeks.
Aang’s heart skips a beat.