Face your daylight horrors!
(Except acorns, it is totally fine to avoid those whenever possible. Seriously, they bother me.)
I am an emotional and enthusiastic person, so here there will be feelings! Mostly good feelings, but awkwardly expressed. That is just how I do things.
A/N: Two ficlets from livejounal. The first is from an RP app, and the second a kink meme story. It’s funny how they work well together, though. Uh, also, prepare for all the feels, because there is no happy ending for Karl here.
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Karl’s gut clenches at the sight of Ser Alrik and Ser Bardel standing right outside the door to his room, that smug little smile curling Ser Alrik’s lips. He freezes, throat tightening with fear and anticipation. Eyes like a winter’s chill settle on him, the smile growing wider. Run, run, his mind screames. His palms grow clammy and a sweat breaks upon his brow at the keen look in Alrik’s eyes. Karl knows what could bring that smile to Alrik’s face before he even has to ask. He can see the innocent looking sheaf of parchment carefully held between armored fingers.
“Enchanter Thekla, after a routine search was done in your room, I found a most… curious letter. You will come with us to answer our questions on the seditious nature of your words.” Ser Alrik’s other hand rests on the pommel of his sheathed sword.
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Yes. All the feelings. Choking up. Oh yes, that is the spot, that is my heart.
