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Dirt

Dreamlike Laughter

Reality kisses his sleepless nights, until he dreams of her again.

“Really wish you weren’t here anymore, love,” Milas tells Zimi, sitting by the window of his apartment. When he squints outside, the moonlight gleams too sharply off of the blades of grass.

He needs to tell her tonight. Right here in the dreamscape she made for them to meet across the mountains and rivers between.

She barks out a short laugh, but her shoulders hunch. She begins, “I don’t know who I can trust enough to practice this type of spell. I truly didn’t know I was bothering, hones—”

‘I miss sneaking mom’s pastries to you and spending all night awake because you got a new board game and you’re a horrible, horrible cheater and.’ Words. Words tangle in his mouth, so he blurts out, ‘And, I miss all the ands.’

Quick as a wildfire, she grasps his face with both her hands. He never feels them, but he can see her dark eyes looking into his sandy ones. In these moments, he thinks her a phantom. That the sentinels who swore their loyalty to her killed her before she could cross the city’s borders. With their history, the years stretching like scars on knobby knees and dolls, he could create something real enough to fool him.

Something creaks, like twigs snapping under a wheel. It takes Milas back to the evening before, his hand digging into Elijah’s wheelchair, light stubble not smooth skin, and soft hair brown not black under his hands. When he pulls away abruptly, she puts her hands up in surrender.

The view outside the window fades into fog, but so do the corners of his room. He needs to tell her.

‘I’m sorry, Kazimiera’ he chokes out. ‘I don’t deserve you.’ He slips onto his knees. Promises broken in a heartbeat, heartbeats jackrabbitting with Elijah’s laugh and the way he calls him endearments in something called French, and Milas was such a fool for the litany of mon chou, trésor, amour.

After a pause she says, ‘You kissed someone? ’

He shakes his head vehemently, ‘I didn’t, but I wanted to. I almost did.’

The world stills, or maybe it’s too loud in his head: exile, treason, Elijah. The fog obscures his vision until he can’t see anything past the table.

She grins up at him as if he’s the stupidest person on the planet, and asks, ‘And selfishly hoard your heart all to myself? I couldn’t fit it in the biggest rooms of the palace.’

All air rushes out of his lungs in a sharp exhale, dizzy with relief until he is gasping in short breaths—her forgiveness cooling the splinters under his skin.

When she leans forward to speak in his ear to tell her about him, he is back at the couch with a flickering lamp’s terrible wiring.

He is still talking about him when the fogs submerges him fully.

When he opens his eyes, Elijah’s laughter down the hallway is made of dreams.

-:"Can two spies be lovers?" Enemies to lovers -spy edition- prompts:-

(As a writer, this is one of the hottest tropes out there—just saying, tag me if you write theseeeeee)

By @me-writes-prompts

"You have no right to save me!" "As a human being, I do. As a spy, I don't. But I still did, so quit whining and be thankful, brat."

They just had to be on the same mission, working together, unknowingly.

"Are you into me?" "What? no!!" "Then why do you keep pinning me to the wall?" "I-..."

Getting locked up in the same place

^^"What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same." "I would rather die than be here. God." "Hey!"

Having to pretend that they are a couple in a ball!!

"You think you're better than me? Please." "I'm better than you because I'm more dangerous!" "I'm better than you because I'm more dangerous!" Cue a fight.

They just so happen to be in a narrow alleyway, with nowhere to turn.

"I guess you're not so bad after all." "Yeah, you're tolerable too." "Wow, thank you for such a big compliment." "You're welcome." "Jerk."

They need the other's help to escape a hazardous situation.

^^"You didn't need to rescue me or whatever. I don't need your help." "You need it more than you realize, or let on."

"Next time, try not to shoot a bullet my way." "Well, screw me for trying to save you. I wish I had aimed it at you." "*Gasps!*"

The other one keeps bragging, and in a "moment of foolishness", they kiss them to shut them up.

"I didn't know you could do that." "You sound impressed." "Hardly." "As a spy, you're not a good liar." "Shut up."

The unfamiliar protectiveness kicks in when they see the other injured/wounded.

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ajkiranwrites

1 year ago

reblog only if you’ve received less than 1000 boops! we can all get each other to “max”