Tag: TBO-era

  • Lost

    Lost

    depressed charlie, thandi returns to faerun, tbo offshoot


    After Thandi’s departure, Charlie was lost. He was like an unanchored boat, drifting away from everything. No resistance. No arguing. He barely spoke. Never smiled.

    For months after that, he could barely take care of himself. He was a zombie, lost in grief. He had thought that she loved him.

    And she left. Without a word on why, how long, if she’ll ever return. Thandi simply… ceased existing in his world. And he could not recover. Not on his own. Not for years.

    He couldn’t reason it out. Had he not given her enough? Had he not impressed upon her the extent of his love? Had he given her the impression that he didn’t care? Could he have done more?

    Agony was his only friend. He refused others. He couldn’t bear to see anyone, to hear one more it’ll be okay, you’ll find someone new. As if he could! As if Thandi was someone who could be replaced!

    No.

    He turned inward. There’s nothing left for him to do. He simply looked around him one day and concludes that there’s nothing worth staying human for.

    So he walked in the woods and that’s the last anyone ever saw of him.

  • Separation Anxiety

    Separation Anxiety

    depressed charlie, thandi returns to faerun, tbo offshoot


    Charlie could feel the gentle caress of Thandi’s love reaching for him. She was so gentle when it came to him. She would take his face in her hands and tell him that he mattered. That he made a difference.

    He treasured her above all else. He kept quiet about the extent of his affection for her. His love. His intense attachment. And quietly, very quietly, he thought of her as his.

    The journey took months. Years. And he couldn’t help doting on her. His feelings were secure in her hands, knowing that she distanced herself from most others just enough that they didn’t make advances. He was the only one who she cried into, the only one she vented her troubles to, the only one who could hold her.

    It took him time to realize that she started putting that distance between the two of them. Less nights sitting with her at the fire. Less time trading quiet confessions. Less time… period.

    He’d been such an idiot. He had believed the smiles and the laughs. She didn’t tell him she was leaving. He found out from everyone else. The day of.

    She hugged Pike as he wished her luck. She gripped Merre’s hands and they exchanged encouragement. Senet gave her food to leave with and a promise to cook if she ever returned. Tirel simply asked her to write.

    Charlie was baffled.

    “What’s going on? Where are you going?”

    Everyone’s faces. The pity as they realized that Thandi hadn’t told him, so he didn’t try to hold on. He wasn’t even supposed to be here.

    “Darling,” Thandi said quietly. “I have to go home.”

    “But I’m your home!”

    Her smile is sad. Her hand is on the handle of the door to the inn. Charlie’s face pales and he opens his mouth to protest.

    “Goodbye, Charlie.”

    The door opens and shuts. He runs to the door, knowing what he’ll find, throwing it open anyway. She’s gone. He drops to his knees, in shock. It’s like his entire body is curling in on itself.

    Charlie shatters. No one knows what to do, unused to him expressing something so… real. And him. He knows the only thing that can possibly help him comes in the form of two warm hands on his cheeks and her voice reminding him that everything is okay. He’s such a fool.

  • It Clicks

    It Clicks

    my side of the mountain extra


    Barely sixteen and he’s claiming he’s already married. Josiah has no idea what to do with his son, who won’t sit still for a second. It’s exhausting to try to build a familial bond that had broken four years ago, and even moreso when Charlie—no, Briar—wouldn’t spare a moment for his parents.

    The first few weeks are spent catching the boy and bringing him back to the manor. Briar is dead set on getting back and finding his ‘wife’. It breaks Josiah’s heart to have to deny him that much.

    The day it finally clicks, Josiah is sitting outside with him. Briar sticks to bland foods, much of the menu usually served being overwhelmingly rich. He gathers most of it still, as if intending to stay sharp for his eventual escape.

    “Briar, she won’t be there anymore. We spent four years trying to find you, and it was only because of Master Wildhart’s magic that either of you were found.”

    “We didn’t want to be found, Josiah!” The tears roll down his face. “I love her. She’s my family. She’s my wife. We had children… sort of…”

    “Briar… you know that if you want to marry her for real… you have to grasp how the world works.”

    “Why would I want to? We lived wild! Free! Nothing could stop us! Everything we did was all for ourselves! What’s stopping us from going back except for all of you!”

    Josiah sighs. “Briar, what would you do if she ran away?”

    “She wouldn’t.”

    “Bear with me, please. What would you do?”

    “I’d do anything to get her b… ah…” Briar looks at Josiah, maybe understanding for the first time the depth of his parents’ agony during his absence. He bows his head and pulls his knees to his chest and cries.

    Josiah pats his back. The touch is allowed.

  • Cookie

    Cookie

    fluff, drabble


    Thandi sits and studies, idly eating cookies. When she focuses, the cookie hangs from her lips, as if completely forgotten.

    Charlie finds it absolutely adorable.

    When he approaches, he teases. “Might I have a cookie, dearest?”

    “Mmhmm.” Thandi’s focus is absolute. Charlie smiles to himself and leans down, takes the cookie hanging from her lips between his teeth. She stares, gaping, blush forming on her cheeks. The crooked smile as Charlie turns away, hips swaying ever so slightly, oh… something about it lights her up.

    She watches him go. The view isn’t bad.

  • Pneumonia

    Pneumonia

    sick charlie, fluff, tbo offshoot


    Charlie coughs, bleary-eyed and sweating from fever. He flips through a grimoire, cross referencing it with older druidic scripts. Vitani had loaned him books on his particular brand of magic, and so long as he kept them in Thandi’s room, he could use them as he pleased.

    The combination of studying and Thandi pretty much made him a permanent guest in the little pocket dimension. Sometimes she just left him there as he studied, for once barely noticing when she came or went. It was nice to see him focus.

    Well, usually. Winter was taking a toll on him, and he was supposed to rest in her room while the party continued their trek to the next town. The man can’t stand to be idle for long, with exception to summertime naps.

    So, when Thandi walks from the inn, she gasps in outrage. “Charlie Vanderbee! What are you doing?

    “Ah,” he wheezes. “Just. Studying.”

    “You’re supposed to be resting!”

    “I am!”

    “Charlie. Come now. If you were your own patient…”

    He grumbles his reluctant agreement. “…fine. I couldn’t sleep. The… the ceiling freaks me out. Still. I can’t get used to it.”

    “Oh, darling. Me neither. Come along, now—”

    “It just feels like something is going to come out of the… void.” She sees him stare upwards, unsettled, and reaches out to take his hand. Gods! He’s still burning up!

    “I’ve used this room for a long time, Charlie. It’s safe, I promise.

    “Hmmm. I still think that you should stay with me…”

    Thandi laughs it off. He’s a little off from his fever. She lays him down in her bed and pulls the blanket up for him. Quickly, she wipes his face and neck, leaves the rag there to cool him, and he stares at her.

    “Thandi. I really would like to…”

    “Why don’t I read to you, darling?”

    His heart jumps as high as his eyebrows do. There’s a grin sneaking onto his face, pulling his mouth to one side. That’s a yes if Thandi ever seen one!

    She pulls a book out of her nightstand, and as she passes him to regain her seat, she feels a tug on her dress. Charlie’s eyes are wide. “Thandi dearest,” he breathes. “Please? Come closer? So I can…”

    Thandi gives him a small, sad smile. Hopefully Vitani approves. She moves her seat closer, within Charlie’s reach, and opens her book. His hand grasps a small amount of fabric at her knee, and his eyes are already drifting shut.

    She reads. She reads splendidly. Every character has a voice, and her delivery is theatrical. Award-winning, even. At least, she’s sure that Charlie would say so, judging by the smile on his face. She leans forward and brushes his hair back.

    “My darling…” She can’t seem to help the feelings that bubble out of her now. If only she could kiss him like this, pneumonia and all.

    “Thandi…”

    The smile on her face has no equal.

  • Collared

    Collared

    werewolf!charlie, modern (lab)


    Thandi tugs the collar onto Milo, smiling  to herself. The wolfdog wags his tail up at her before standing on his hind legs to lick her face.

    “Milo!! Milo, you silly boy, get down, darling!” She rubs his cheeks affectionately, kissing his forehead as he happily presses into her. Milo is excitable, half wild, but incredibly loyal to her. She got him last year, when she moved out to the edge of town. He wandered into her yard, injured, limping, whining. And she had taken care of him.

    Ever since then, he came back every day, slept in her bed, kept her company. It was time that she put a collar on him! He belonged to the forest, but without a collar, people might mistake him for a dangerous animal. Which he isn’t! He’s a gentle giant!

    She gives him a big hug and laughs when he wiggles into her. A gentle, loving, happy wolfdog.

    “So, guess what Dr. Vanderbee did today? He yelled at one of the interns and they started to cry. And then!! And then, he fell asleep during lunch when he promised he would eat with me. I swear, I think he’s losing weight.”

    Milo whines at her. She pets him fondly and kisses into his fluffy cheeks, prompting him to growl in that funny way he does. She had been frightened by the growl at first, but there was a certain note to it that she started to hear when they got more acquainted. A squeaky whine, a pant, a wiggling of his furry self into her arms. A love growl, she called it.

    Charlie scents her in the lab, and he’s excited. There’s a nearly unrestrainable urge to bound up to her and bury his face into her stomach and lick her face all over. He shoves it down. Deep, deep down. The familiar sound of her steps in the hallway has him absolutely beside himself, but he hides it, and he hides it well. Or. He hopes he does.

    There she is, curly hair bobbing, jewelry glittering, wearing that personable but business-like expression. He remembers her going gooey over rubbing his stomach and oooh, it’s her, it’s her, she’s here, she’s here stop.

    “Early again, Dr. Kahsu.”

    “I’ll beat you someday, Charlie!” Aaah, he loves that. Say it again. No! His face remains stoic and he nods, acknowledging her.

    “Unlikely. I rent a room here nowadays.”

    “You can do that?!” Thandi covers her mouth in amazement. She’s so cute. Look at how she tilts her head. Look at that little smile. “Well, I suppose if anyone would manage it, it would be you! You live to work. Speaking of! Lunch, mister!”

    He bows his head. “I know. We’ll eat together today. Did you get—”

    “I did! You know, you don’t need to pay me to feed you. I’m doing it out of concern for you!”

    “I feel indebted to you. It’s nothing to me.” Charlie shrugs and she laughs, that cute, tinkly laugh. It makes him feel warm. He wishes that he got to stay in bed with her longer last night. But now he has a collar that he could take with him. It makes him feel like he really belongs with her. He doesn’t take it off until the very last minute anymore. “Enough talking. Let’s get to work.”

    “Let’s!”

    Weeks pass. She gets into work early and finds her colleague tugging on his coat, messing with his tie. “Dr. Vanderbee?”

    He turns, panic in his eyes. He’s not messing with his tie at all. He’s wearing a collar. Thandi’s eyes widen. Is that… some sort of fetish…? She didn’t need to know this about him! He unbuckles it quickly, face red, stowing it in his locker. The locker clatters shut and it’s silent for a moment. “Don’t. Say. A word.”

  • Hand Holding

    Hand Holding

    tbo offshoot, fluff


    Thandi holds her hand out to Charlie, smiling at him gently. He blinks down at her hand, then up at her. Does she…

    “Come on, Charlie! It’s all right.”

    He shakes her hand and Thandi bursts out laughing. “What? What is it? I did it correctly.”

    “Nooo! No, darling. Hold my hand!”

    “H-h-hold your hand?” Charlie reddens and looks at his palm and up to her. He could stand a handshake with her—he likes her touch, and it’s brief. Not overwhelming. Thandi sees him thinking it over and her laughter dies down. She leans forward and links pinkies with him, prompting him to gasp.

    “There. Is that… easier?”

    Charlie nods, angling his head away to hide a smile. There’s a feeling in him he can’t really name, and… he likes it. He loves it. Loves it? He swallows as they walk back to the camp, hands swinging between them. He loves…

  • Petting

    Petting

    tbo offshoot, fluff


    Thandi’s hands trace along the lines of scars on Charlie’s chest, pouting. He tilts his head in question as she looks up at him.

    “Why did you never heal these?”

    “Practice, most of them.”

    Practice? Darling, no!”

    Charlie blinks at her. His brow furrows as he tries to justify it. “You know. A doctor is only as good as his experience. And it’s good to see natural healing firsthand.”

    She pouts at him and he pinks.

    “It also gives you an excuse. To. Um. Touch… me.” His face reddens with every word, and Thandi’s hand drifts to the center of his chest, tracing the dip down and up. Charlie’s breath stutters, and he lets out a shaky breath. He loves when she sweeps her hands over him, petting him. “Mmmm…”

    “I’d touch you anyway, Charlie.”

    “You… you would?”

    Thandi’s gentle smile grows sly. “Does my kitty like being pet?”

    “Y-y-yes!!”

    She kisses his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, enjoying the noises he makes. He’s breathing hard. And then he panics and Thandi is squealing in the paws of a panther, purring as he licks her. “Charlie!” She laughs and he huffs as he purrs, a form of laughter she knows well. She buries her face into the velvety fur of his chest, squealing as he squeezes her with his forepaws.

    His purr is soothing. He’s strong and warm and she curls against him, yawning. His cold nose presses to her face for a moment before he gets comfortable. They fall asleep happy.

  • My Side of the Mountain

    My Side of the Mountain

    hook, regency, childhood


    Thandi is in the woods. Deep in the woods. Much further than she’s ever managed before. She lugs her suitcase with both hands, trying not to let herself get washed away by another round of tears.

    Her foot catches on a root and throws her forward, suitcase bursting with her things. Her wand, her spellbooks, her book-books, clothing, and a bag neatly folded up that she took from Vitani as she ran. There’s so much that Vitani would be disappointed in her in, so she added one more to the pile, thinking that the bag would be a big help. She’s too scared to use it, just yet, though.

    The wind bites through her thin coat and Thandi wishes she had opted for the thicker one that hung higher in the closet, but…the tears start to spill and she curls in on herself, crying with all her might. With no one around, she could finally just let it all out.

    A raven flaps down in front of her, head cocking to see her better. It hops closer, pokes at the bag of food tangled in her belongings. “Shoo!” she says. That food, she’s going to need it! “Shoo, bird!”

    Again, it cocks its head and then opens its beak. “Hi!”

    Thandi’s tears dribble to a halt and she peers closer to the raven. Is it magical?

    “Hi!” The raven hops onto her knee, angling to and fro. It allows Thandi to stroke its beak and head, eyes closing in enjoyment. Then it pops up and utters another “Hi!” before flapping into the forest. Alone again.

    Or, she thought as much, but she hears a quiet rustling in the brush. She sees a boy’s face peer from the bracken. It disappears into shadow again for a moment before he emerges from the brush, the raven on his shoulder. The raven croaks and the boy looks down at Thandi, considering.

    She takes the chance to look him over. Everything he has is handmade, but for the boots on his feet. The boots, however, have taut leather strips in place of laces, and he’s wearing a leather coat stuffed with fur. It looks warm. His hair is a little shaggy. Is he… a feral child?

    “What are you doing in my woods?” His voice is coarse, quiet, as if he hasn’t spoken in a while.

    “I. I’m running away!”

    “Looking like that? You’re going to die.” He tilts his head, as if listening to the bird on his shoulder. “I guess we can help you.”

  • Lightening

    Lightening

    tbo offshoot, depressed Charlie


    Charlie sits up at the campfire. He’s gotten thinner lately. Thandi realizes she hasn’t seen him eat for days, and since Senet told him off and declared him banned from eating their cooking, there’s no way of knowing if he has eaten.

    She sits down next to him, beaming. Hoping her sunshine will rub off on him, get him to smile at her the way he always… the way he used to. There’s a sharp pain in her chest when she realizes that he’s not even looking vaguely in her direction.

    “Charlie! Have you eaten dinner yet?”

    “No.”

    “Oh! Let’s get y—”

    “I’m not in the mood, Thandi.”

    The pain deepens. Where is it coming from?

    “You need to eat, darling…”

    “I’m not your darling.”

    That’s… but he loves to be called darling. Thandi feels her eyes starting to burn and takes a breath. It’s okay. It’s fine.

    “Well, that aside, you still need to eat.”

    “I’m not your responsibility.”

    “You are as long as I have—” Thandi watches the bracelet loosen on her wrist. Charlie still doesn’t look at her. It slides off of her wrist, into her lap.

    “Sorry I forced you into it. I… realize now it wasn’t a wise decision. Sorry.”

    Thandi gathers it up into her hands, tries to encourage it to wrap around her again, but the life has gone out of it. Why does this hurt so much? It’s like she’s splitting in…

    Thandi swallows and wills herself not to cry. “All right. Good night, Charlie.”