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Just “…can we keep her?” got me. Good one.
Something Holy This Way Comes
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Finally, the snow lessened and the crowds thinned, allowing work towards Glain to resume. Cassandra was normally less than thrilled to be awake early in the morning, but the firefighters had found her eagerly awaiting the day. Robert had just chuckled.
"She loves laying track." He explained as he checked her lubricators. "It's what she was assigned to when we arrived on the North Western. She helped build all the new lines, and helped relay most of the old ones too."
"You have truly been her driver since she was new?"
Robert nodded, "the ROD had me and my best mate transferred to what would become the North Western. Along the way, we were sent to pick up a train of supplies pulled by an 'E2 class 0-6-0 tank engine'."
He patted Cassandra's running board, who was humming happily. "I found this lass napping at the head of our train, less than a week from the factory but already dead on her wheels from the war traffic. We woke her and found she was in fact the E2 class, and off to the North Western we went. I've been her driver ever since."
Cassandra affectionately blew steam at her driver, who chuckled warmly. "I met my wife because of her, and found my home on the island, I wouldn't trade her for any other engine, late-night escapades and all."
Screech was quiet for a moment. "Cassandra says your body has been affected by your time with her?"
Robert stopped and looked at her consideringly, "This is about your crew isn't it?"
Screech shifted uncomfortably, "I was unaware of the effect my presence would have on them."
Robert frowned," I'm afraid I can't predict what will happen in the long term. Cassandra's light is healing, so my body hasn't suffered the wear a man of my age should have, but as far as my doctor can tell I'm not actually any younger than I should be, just in unusually good shape."
"But my shadows aren't healing."
Cassandra tilted her head thoughtfully, "I'm not sure about that."
Screech looked at her in askance. "I destroy anything I touch."
Cassandra locked eyes with the eldritch titan, "as you once were."
"Are you saying..." Abbey trailed off.
Cassandra thought a moment longer, "If I shine the Lady's light on one who has failed to pass without care, it damages them...but that same light comforts or heals living engines."
"If Screech touches us without being careful, it damages us," Avon said slowly, "but if there were another like her..."
"...Her touch would likely comfort them." Cassandra finished.
"There are others like me?"
"Others that remain despite their death? Absolutely." Cassandra said firmly. "But each one is different, some are just shadows, hoping to be seen once more. Others..." Cassandra's gaze hardened, "others I have met in battle."
'Oh?' The whisper perked up at the idea of such a battle.
Cassandra nodded grimly. "Yes. One went after Stephen, our current controller's son " Her eyes flashed gold with anger at the memory. "Sir Topham had sent that beast away during the war. While away it suffered a boiler explosion, but rather than answer the Lady's call it swore revenge. It tried to kill Stephen, Topham's grandson, one evening at the docks." She growled, "he was just a child, but it mattered not to that beast."
'What did you do to it?' The whisper hissed in anticipation.
Cassandra snorted at its eagerness, "I held the line long enough for Gordon to arrive and cast it into the sea. The remaining parts of its body were then cut apart and melted down piece by piece until it faded from existence."
'...can we keep her?'
GO GO GRENDAN I LOVE HER SO MUCH MY LORF
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Grendan Highforge from Drawtectives who is genderfluid and uses all pronouns!
Lucien Watterson
Another fankid!! More info + original design under the cut
- boyflux (amab)
- has a little sister named Rosemary
- I said “really introverted” bc I didn’t have enough room to explain it fully, he struggles and doesn’t like talking to people he doesn’t know very well. He also doesn’t like being in crowds, especially not with strangers. He tends to only hangout with 1-3 people at a time.
- his arm and leg fins are only on his lower arms/legs, I point this out bc it may be hard to tell on the little chibi body
- since I pointed out how Rosemary’s teeth were sharp in her reference sheet, I’d like to point out that Lucien’s teeth are more flat like his dad’s
- I can’t think about anything else to say about him, but if you have any questions let me know
- holy fuck he looks so much like Carrie, I didn’t expect him to look this much like her while drawing him
Old design
His tail fin is a lot more visible in this drawing, I can also tell his boots were based off my boots
(Also yes I changed his gender a little bit)
Mask Seller
The Mask Seller comes every year, no one knows his name or face. But they come with her car and his dogs all barking and pulls out the masks to sell.
Pretty masks, ugly masks, young and old, thin and wide, people clamor for masks of all kinds.
"Make me beautiful!" the neighbor's wife yells, and the Mask Seller sells one for only ten dollars.
"Make me younger!" cries the old man, and the Mask Seller sells it, but only for a quarter.
Today I am brave, and I asked what he has, "Masks of all kinds, for every shape and size."
They lean forward but not too much, and there's a smile beneath her veil so he asks me, "What would you like?" I don't know, I say. I just hate my face and I want something else, so they hum and she nods, listens to my tale. He taps me on the forehead, face still hidden by the veil.
"You've already got a mask," the Mask Seller says, suddenly old and wise. "I can't take it off, so you have to instead."
I thank them and I leave and mull it all over, I pull at my chin, my ears, my nose. But it doesn't come off, maybe the Mask Seller was wrong.
I stay for another time, until the Mask Seller comes again, and they say, "You still have that mask on, how about a deal?"
If I can take it off, before she leaves town, he'll buy it for a handsome sum. I don't care about the money, but I shake their hand and nod.
I stare at the mirror and catalogue my face, mulling over everything I hate. This isn't me, I say out loud, and with a pop the mask comes off.
I take it to the Mask Seller without looking in the mirror, and shout at her with glee, it's off, it's off, I'm finally free!
She takes the mask away, pats me once then twice. He's gone by morning, but I feel very light. The mirror's face isn't different, but it's happier than it was and oh, this is me.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gwaine/Merlin (Merlin), Gwaine & Merlin (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Knights of the Round Table (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Additional Tags: Genderfluid Merlin (Merlin), Post-Episode: s04e12-13 The Sword in the Stone (Merlin), Pre-Episode: s05e01-02 Arthur's Bane (Merlin), female presenting Merlin, First Kiss, Character Study Summary:
Merlin has temporarily lost the desire to say anything, as well as the ability to speak. A beard scratched his chin, his nose was filled with the familiar mixture of pine resin, mead and leather, his lips touched heaven. It was an incredibly pleasurable experience, technically masterfully executed. But that wasn't why the warlock felt the urge to do it again sometime. The actual reason was that he felt as if Gwaine had kissed HIM. The real him, not the mask he'd been hiding behind for years.