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“D-Darkstalker….where are we……? Fathom wearily asked, very lost. The last thing he could remember was Darkstalker handing him a goblet filled with suspicious liquid inside. Man.
Why did he drink that??????? Is he stupid???????
“Shhh….not here….my little cephalopod…..” He croaked, grabbing the Seawing’s cute little chin. He was so smol compared to Darkie……..
”K-Kyah!!!” Fathom cried, without meaning to.
They were at the clawb…pretty much Darkstalker had met up with Painttail in a back alley and bribed him (threatened him) to give him the strongest shit he had (Something called red 40????????? Apparently Seawings loved that toxic shit, and so did the other aquatic animals). Hes literally five years old btw.
Anyways so he had brought fathom to the clawb (which was convientley RIGHT NEXT to the school) because since it was the seawings whole job to be his friend, what better place to bond than the clawb??
But of course STUPID INDIGO had to come too. But somehow…she had disappeared in the sea of dancers (seawing prose) and hopefully died in a crowd crush.
Fathom was being too noisy though. People were looking at them….suspiciously…..quick….think fast….he had to shut him up…but he couldn’t ENCHANT him….no…..he didn’t have his scroll and he couldn’t afford losing his BEAUTIFUL kind-hearted SOUL. So, he did the next best thing, and muffled Fathom’s crying sounds by spontaneously making out with him. Yes. Genius. Very hetero. Very sigma alpha male.
But what would Clearsight think of this????
also guys fathom consented he jsyt said it in his mind
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Clearsight, after a long night of filling out scrolls for queen Vigilance—as well as being traumatized by her visions of the war—finally remembered she had needs she needed to take care of. So you know. She doesnt die??? If she died, the kingdom wouldn’t have any way to have the upper hand against the Icewings. If she died…Darkstalker—she’d seen it in visions—would lose himself far quicker than he did in most futures, eventually killing himself ❤️ That was a lot of pressure…
She left her room for the first time all night. Drowsy, she wasn’t looking at her surroundings and bumped into a blur of purple…
”Ah! I’m sorry!” She squeaked, dropping all her scrolls oh no!!!
It turns out she had bumped into Indigo of all dragons. Which was a little strange considering she always seemed glued to Fathom’s side. Some kind of trauma bonding thing you know??
Indigo…smiled…Clearsight and she felt her heart leap out of her chest. The seawing bent down and picked up all of Clearsight’s scrolls for her, and handed them back to her. wow… no one had ever been this kind to her…
”Thank you.” Clearsight said earnestly, finding a lot of her visions that she usually got when seeing new dragons after a long while of isolation actually faded as she got entranced by a sea of purple scales that shimmered in the sunrise coming through the hallway’s windows.
“It’s all good.” Indigo said, but then her smile shifted into something more uneasy, “Have you seen Fathom anywhere? I…I haven’t seen him and I’m getting worried.” She tried to laugh it off, “It’s kind of my job, you know? Bodyguard things haha”
Clearsight wavered for a moment, for some reason feeling a little…jealous. Indigo’s full attention wasn’t on her, and for some reason that made her heart ache. No, what was she thinking? She was being so abysmally selfish it crashed a wave of new visions over her. Futures where the scents of Darkstalker’s blunts grew fainter and were replaced by the salty smell of fish. Futures in which Clearsight felt…mutually loved. Futures where she didn’t have to look into the future because she for once had confidence that the purple dragon next to her would stay…
Oh, sweet consistency. Something the moons seemed to loathe in Clearsights life.
She snapped out of it—she probably looked like a lopsided porcupine—and straightened her posture so It’d be more like Indigo’s stance. “Ah, Fathom… he and Darkstalker went out somewhere, I think.”
”WHAT.” Indigo gaped. ”Where—you need to tell me now!!! Fathom—he’s—he’ll get killed!”
-magic cut-
They danced like the tapeworms up Queen Diamond’s ass on the dance floor, moving together in such BEUATIFUl harmony. Darkstalker, led, of course. He was a natural born leader, and Fathom was a sheep. His sheep…..his little lamb…..he was the shepherd…..if yk what i mean…
Darkstalker’s grip on the fragile piece of algae was apparently too tight, because the little scrawny fucking twinky seawing pleaded, “Please don’t disassemble me Darkstalekr😭😭”
However, instead of loosening his grip, this only made him grip harder.
As a result, all of Fathom’s scales fell off. It kinda looked like what happens when you crack open up a lobster at one of those fancy restaurants.
Well, never mind that. Fathom felt incredibly naked now. So, Darkstalker, being the good (best friend ??????? Boyfriend???????) he was, he said, “you could borrow my scales for the night….”
”Really?” Fathom said, with a stupid naive ounce of hope.
”No lol,” he replied “I literally enchanted my scales to be rock hard they wont fucking come off….I guess we gotta…….huddle………really close……….up close……………..for warmth……….”
Without another word, Darkstalker thrust himself at Fathom, wrapping his wings around him, still moving to the beat.
“Is it hot in here………or is it just me?” He mused
”No….it’s definitely h-h-hot….” Fathom said, and with a shudder, Darkstalker realized that he accidentally set him on fire. Whoops. Darkstalker forgot that Fathom wasn’t Clearsight and must’ve zoned out and instinctively tried to put a cigarette out on his scales. Odd……why was he reminding him so much of Clearsight…….he felt the same things he felt around her with him……….no………he wasn’t….. he wasnt a kiss boy…….he couldn’t be…..he looked into all the possible futures…..he couldn’t be gay….No>…NO>..
ONOOONzonONONOONONOONO
-magic cut- back to the yuri waiter! Waiter! More yuri please!
So that's how Clearsight found herself in the clawb. She honestly didn’t know how she ended up in this situation…but she often found her mind in a state of peace whenever Indigo was nearby.
But seriously she couldnt imagine being a mindreader like Darkstalker in a place like this. Even without being berated by tons of visions, Clearsight was already getting overstimulated. Flashing lights…My Chemical Clawmance music blasting…oh she wasn’t gonna survive this…
She doesn’t know why she came with Indigo, admittedly. She wasn’t Darkstalker nor Fathom’s bodyguard and frankly she wasn’t keen on keeping Darkstalker’s company after he had puffed smoke in her face and created a very predominant future in her head where she died of secondhand smoke. It’s like…he didn’t even try to listen to what she had to say. And when he pretended to, he did it horribly, like his eyes would go cross-eyed in dissociation whenever she tried to warn him about important things.
Clearsight, even if she didn’t want to admit, simply wanted to keep Indigo’s company for a little longer.
Selfish dragon, she chided herself as she shook her head with a slight huff.
Indigo was scanning the clawb for any particles of green. How hard could it be to find a seawing in a clawb full of intoxicated nightwings? The purple seawing squinted her eyes, face going dark with concern despite the disco lights that made her scales shine even more brilliantly.
Next to a dragon like Indigo, Clearsight couldn’t help but feel small. Not in an intimidated way, no. In a way that she felt…safe.
“I swear to the three moons above, if that conniving, manipulative snail-snorter did anything to fathom, I’ll—” She cut her own ramble off, taking a deep breath before turning her gaze to Clearsight, eyes sympathetic. “Sorry.”
”Huh?” Clearsight asked, talons twitching, longing to be intertwined with Indigo’s.
”I’m shit talking your boyfriend.” Indigo put it bluntly, “Aren’t you…upset about that?”
”Oh, um,” Clearsight hadn’t thought about that. In fact, she was about to join in with some snide remarks but had to catch herself. What was she thinking? Indigo was awfully beautiful, she had to admit. She had even went as far as thinking they’d look nice together…purple scales next to the purple in clearsight’s eyes and the glimmer in them when she caught Indigo’s whole strict bodyguard facade crack for a moment. “You know how he gets.”
”No one knows better than you,” Indigo offered with a shrug. She went a little deeper into the crowd.
Anxious, clearsight reached for Indigo’s shoulder. She didn’t want to get lost in this crowd…not when it was an opportunity to be with the Indigo. Darkstalker would never have the pleasure of knowing as long as he stayed stubborn and staid in his beliefs.
Noticing Clearsight’s apprehension, Indigo intertwined their tails together. She ducked her head, getting a little shy, so she made sure to add, “So we don’t get lost.”
Clearsight gasped at the touch, their scales making contact sent electricity straight towards Clearsight’s heart. Being the selfish dragon she had learnt herself to be, Clearsight leaned into the touch, fighting a grin from appearing on her face.
This feeling…She really liked it, huh?
This feeling of absolute carelessness, of selfishness—it was no doubt addicting to a dragon who had never had the opportunity to experience it, having been chained to a predisposed fate and soulmate since her hatching.
It was an act of rebellion, was it not? And Clearsight was a very careful dragon. But as Indigo shows her these silly little tricks with her bioluminescent scales, that feeling of rebellion grew, and so did the ecstasy that came along with it.
Eventually, Indigo wrapped a gentle wing around Clearsight, implicitly telling her that she wouldn’t let Clearsight get lost in the clawb. That Indigo would be her bodyguard now that Fathom was out of the picture.
And so Clearsight, ever the selfish dragon, wished that maybe they wouldn't be able to find the Seawing prince if it meant she got the hold on to these feelings for just a little bit longer.
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At this point, at least half an hour had passed and right now, they were engaged in a steamy kiss, pressed as closely together as they physically could be. Their scales were practically merging…..and the best part, Fathom wasn’t pulling away, unlike Clearsight whenever THEY did this. Hm. Anyways.
“I’ll keep you my Darkie little secret…..” he droned, playing with Fathom’s webs. Well, unfortunately, their dirty little secretive moment was short lived, as almost in an instant, that wretched purple seaTHING appeared, seething. And directly beside her was……..
gulp
Clearsight…well….her name was a bit false right now because with the amount of alcoholic drinks that she had, he wasn’t so sure how “clear” her sight was anymore.