Fanfiction: Oblivion - Nebtho
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mindcracklove so last monday at around 2:30 am i wrote down a bunch of random Nebtho bits that could be fleshed out into a larger story or just left alone. now it's wednesday at 1:09 am and i'm bringing it over here. yolo, ammirite? the title is based off of a song by bastille, i'd recommend listening to it. you don't have to listen while reading but, just overall, it's a great song.
this is sfw. i suppose you can tell by the cut i use but i'm so use to saying which it is because of tumblr.
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1.
You deal with the hand you've been given, or so Nebris had been told from the moment he was born. His life hadn't been hard, it was just as hard as any of the others around him. He'd even say it was easier, fortune had found him and they became quick friends
Then someone else came and shattered that instantly.
2.
From the first jab thrown, Etho knew he was in too deep. Nebris was something else, a real wildcard thrown into his otherwise efficient system. It bothered him, it burned him, to know how Nebris got under his skin.
But he knew he got under Nebris' skin as well.
3.
Purple eyes shone with sadistic glee whenever they clashed, swords coming together. Those same eyes were glazed with lust whenever skin found skin. Etho saw everything in those eyes, whether Nebris wanted him to or not.
4.
Etho always wore a mash but Nebris knew what the face underneath it looked like.
5.
"You're the same as I am Etho. No matter how hard you try to hide that." Nebris spat, blood trickling out of his mouth when he chuckled lowly.
Etho's eyes widened then narrowed. His sword came down.
6.
It was a rare moment of peace, the calm after the storm. Etho was giving back some pieces of armor Nebris had lost after a fight.
"You always win." Nebris sounded frustrated.
Etho tilted his face up with his hand, purple meeting grey and red. Their lips met briefly, no fight left between either of them. The grey-haired man smiled softly before pulling back and passing the boots he was holding wordlessly.
"I'm sure you could beat me."
7.
"I think I could learn to love you." Nebris smirked, raising his sword.
"I think I'm already in love with you."
Nebris ran at the other man
8.
Etho had fallen asleep, head resting on Nebris' shoulder. He looked so peaceful, mismatched eyes shut, face relaxed.
Nebris smiled, looking up at the sky above them. He sang quietly, a song he had heard not too long ago. When he finished the first verse, he noticed Etho looking at him, eyes soft.
"I know that song."
Nebris continued into the chorus, Etho's voice joining his.
"Only to wake and hide your face." Nebris sand, stopping when he noticed Etho had.
Suddenly, lips were on his, the kiss sweet and soft.
9.
"I think I hate you." Nebris spat.
"That's fine too."
Their swords clashed again, sparks flying through the air. Nebris' was thrown from his hands and he expected the sharp pain of the diamond blade being thrust through his chest.
It never came.
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if you wanted to use any of those to flesh out a story, feel free to ask me just in case i wanted one of them for myself.
this is sfw. i suppose you can tell by the cut i use but i'm so use to saying which it is because of tumblr.
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1.
You deal with the hand you've been given, or so Nebris had been told from the moment he was born. His life hadn't been hard, it was just as hard as any of the others around him. He'd even say it was easier, fortune had found him and they became quick friends
Then someone else came and shattered that instantly.
2.
From the first jab thrown, Etho knew he was in too deep. Nebris was something else, a real wildcard thrown into his otherwise efficient system. It bothered him, it burned him, to know how Nebris got under his skin.
But he knew he got under Nebris' skin as well.
3.
Purple eyes shone with sadistic glee whenever they clashed, swords coming together. Those same eyes were glazed with lust whenever skin found skin. Etho saw everything in those eyes, whether Nebris wanted him to or not.
4.
Etho always wore a mash but Nebris knew what the face underneath it looked like.
5.
"You're the same as I am Etho. No matter how hard you try to hide that." Nebris spat, blood trickling out of his mouth when he chuckled lowly.
Etho's eyes widened then narrowed. His sword came down.
6.
It was a rare moment of peace, the calm after the storm. Etho was giving back some pieces of armor Nebris had lost after a fight.
"You always win." Nebris sounded frustrated.
Etho tilted his face up with his hand, purple meeting grey and red. Their lips met briefly, no fight left between either of them. The grey-haired man smiled softly before pulling back and passing the boots he was holding wordlessly.
"I'm sure you could beat me."
7.
"I think I could learn to love you." Nebris smirked, raising his sword.
"I think I'm already in love with you."
Nebris ran at the other man
8.
Etho had fallen asleep, head resting on Nebris' shoulder. He looked so peaceful, mismatched eyes shut, face relaxed.
Nebris smiled, looking up at the sky above them. He sang quietly, a song he had heard not too long ago. When he finished the first verse, he noticed Etho looking at him, eyes soft.
"I know that song."
Nebris continued into the chorus, Etho's voice joining his.
"Only to wake and hide your face." Nebris sand, stopping when he noticed Etho had.
Suddenly, lips were on his, the kiss sweet and soft.
9.
"I think I hate you." Nebris spat.
"That's fine too."
Their swords clashed again, sparks flying through the air. Nebris' was thrown from his hands and he expected the sharp pain of the diamond blade being thrust through his chest.
It never came.
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if you wanted to use any of those to flesh out a story, feel free to ask me just in case i wanted one of them for myself.
