I Never Thought Id Spend My Teenage Years Crying About Two Obviously Gay Characters Making Eye Contact

I never thought I’d spend my teenage years crying about two obviously gay characters making eye contact and smiling but let me tell you, they are in love, you homophobic knobheads

Wicked Gods Character Intro

Mehr

From the time of her birth, she had had an uncanny knack for showing up in places she was least supposed to be - a trait that had endured for nineteen years. She was often found in the deepest parts of the library, at odd hours of the night, head bent over a book, illuminated ghostly orange by a nearby torch. She did not look outright unhealthy, but there was a pallor to her skin, and a mad light in her eyes that hinted at a general disregard towards things normal people considered necessary, like eating or sleeping.

***

It was well past midnight when Rajveer stalked into the room, messy-haired and looking like he was in a towering rage.

Mehr stuck her hands through the bars of her cell to sign to him, “You’re late.”

“Shut up.” Signed Rajveer, scowling. “You’re lucky I decided to come.”

“I’m not concerned for me, but Captain Rawat here seemed to be tiring of my company.” Mehr smirked at the captain of the City Guard. “Can’t think why. My company is delightful.”

***

“Who’d be stupid enough to try to kill an important lord in the middle of the city?” She asked.

Captain Rawat gave no sign of having heard her.

Mehr sighed and leaned against the bars. “Let’s play a game. How about I ask you questions and you sit there and ignore me?” She paused. “Oh, wait, we’re already doing that, and it’s boring. I propose a change. How about I ask you questions and - this might shock you - you answer them?”

***

She had heard it all her life. That Mehr girl with her head in the clouds. Not interested in reality, that one.

She had shut the voices down after a while. What did they know what it was like in her head?

She looked back up at her reflection, wild-eyed, face deathly pale, and felt a sudden spike of terror. What if that had been a mistake? What if those voices had been flickers of reality that she had been too stubborn to heed?

***

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Oh my god Charles Boyle was so cute!

brooklyn (19)99

i don’t feel like this needs any commentary, you know. just [muffled screaming]

me: *worries that I’m Evil and Manipulative and tries very hard every day to be a good person*

me: oh my god

me: I’m manipulating people into thinking I’m good