The Three Antari - One For Each London.

the three Antari - one for each London.

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Alox, who told him stories when he couldn’t sleep. Tales of the someday king. The one with enough power to bring the world back.    Alox, who used to let him sit on makeshift thrones in abandoned rooms and dream of better days.

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The Shadow Thief, they called her. They’d drawn her even taller and thinner than she actually was, stretched her into a wraith, black-clad and fearsome. The stuff of fairy tales. And legends.    Lila winked at the shadow before going in.

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“Mas aven,” said the second, rolling her eyes. “Elissa is in love with the black-eyed prince.” Lila frowned. Black-eyed prince? “You cannot deny he is dashing. In a haunted kind of way.” “Anesh. In a frightening kind of way.”

Tallsbian saga(so far!) in order! 

i’m screaming

muriel: my looks are too intimidating..... i can’t go in public...... everyone is scared of me..........

literally everyone in vesuvia:

forbidden kevin/matt content u say 👀

They’d be really cute? Let Kevin have a soft bro but also a bromance that’s actually a rormance. And we sure fuckin know that Matt’s drawn to strong personalities. Anyway merry 25th here’s 776 unedited words:

“Who on the team have you had a crush on?” Allison asks.

Kevin narrows his eyes at her. They’re not playing a drinking game, so he has no idea why Allison is asking him personal questions. He hefts his gym bag higher up his shoulder and tries to ignore the mud seeping into his socks. It rained all of last night and this morning, and Andrew drove off as soon as Neil was in the passenger seat of the Maserati. Dick.

At least it isn’t last year. He and Allison used to make the trek to the Humanities building after Tuesday practice in thorny silence. “That depends on who’s asking.”

“Allison Reynolds, defensive dealer, saved your fucking ass three days ago against the Jackals,” says Allison, her smile blinding and without mercy, and okay, Kevin does have to admit that his concentration had lapsed for an important moment and Allison had stepped in.

“It would be easier to say who I haven’t had a crush on,” Kevin admits. Puddle water splashes up his ankles. His Early Midaeval lecture is going to be miserable. “You’re all Exy players. And I’m—” bisexual. “Me.”

The glint in Allison’s eyes bodes nothing well. “You had a crush on me?”

Like calls to like: in his better moments Kevin can admit to some of the same self-possessed arrogance as Allison has. It’s not as if either of them are without reason. “For about five seconds. It’s long dead, don’t worry.”

“Your loss,” says Allison. She tosses her hair. Kevin thinks she’s doing it as a joke, but it’s hard to tell, with Allison. “Renee?”

“She took her helmet off and I saw her hair.”

“Neil? Oh my god, the monster? You totally did. You were so pathetic following him around.”

The back of Kevin’s neck grows hot. “We can’t all deal with our trauma by buying a new designer wardrobe.”

“Shame.”

They trudge a few steps in silence. Kevin eyes the curb and wonders if it would be worth it to hop up there for the potentially drier ground. The possibility of falling off and embarrassing himself forever (Allison will definitely take pictures) is a glaring dissuasion.

“…Dan? Ooh, scandalous, that’s our captain.”

“No,” says Kevin. “Actually. She always felt more like a—” sister. Especially now. “Teammate.”

“From the stories I’ve heard, in the Nest that wasn’t mutually exclusive.”

Sex, yes. Crushes? Kevin remembers the taste of Thea’s notes as he ripped them up and stuffed them in his mouth, frantic to swallow them before Riko asked why he was taking so long on the toilet. “Don’t be jealous I’ve had more sex than you, Reynolds.”

“Hardly. Matt?”

Kevin falters. He knows from retellings that Nicky made a beeline for Matt when the cousins arrived, and Kevin can understand why. Matt is tall, with a body that takes to muscle well, comfortable in his broad shoulders. He’s easy with his affection and when he smiles the corners of his eyes crinkle, like his mouth alone can’t contain his happiness. He’s also got a solid foundation as a backliner. Uncreative, but that gives Kevin something to work with. He’d mesh well with Jean’s sharper style of play.

“He’s dating Dan,” says Kevin. Monogamy has been a strange concept for him to apply to college students, but he’s learning fast. Mostly out of necessity.

Unfortunately, Allison is as smart as she is vicious. “That’s not a no.”

Kevin sets his foot down harder than necessary. His shoes squelch. “How long are you going to follow this conversation?”

“Now that you’ve shown it bothers you? Forever. Kevin has a cru-ush, Kevin has a cru-ush, Kevin has a cru-ush—"

“Shut up,” Kevin hisses, looking around as if Matt will materialize out of the manicured collegiate lawn around them. “This is unimportant to our performance on the Court. And like I said, he’s dating Dan.”

“Mm. Well. I’ve made out with Dan at parties, and neither Matt nor Dan seemed to mind.”

This is new information. “What?”

“Something to think about,” Allison says. She jogs Kevin with her elbow and laughs as he stumbles into a particularly slimy puddle. “Get some, prodigy boy. It might unclench the Exy stick shoved up your ass.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck Matt, you wish.”Kevin bites the inside of his cheek. Allison is not wrong. He’s had…dreams.“And here’s something to keep you warm during your boring old people lecture: that time you wore a tank top to practice? He was definitely checking out your arms.”

Kevin misses saying good-bye to her as she swerves towards the doors because he’s too busy choking on his own tongue.

Vanya, Klaus, Luther and Five all have similar trauma, but y'all aren't ready to have this conversation