Gluxa - Blog Posts
also I wrote my first fic in two years last night :) small potatoes, definition of a gluxa trash one-shot but I hope you enjoy and it felt really good to stretch my muscles, so to speak!
My artistic rendition of one of the sweetest moments in fiction. <3 Every relationship in the Underland Chronicles is so gentle and emotional and heartfelt.... I adore these two, always.
Written scene below the cut:
“To even involve you in the nibblers’ plight was unfair of me. You owe them nothing.”
“I didn’t try to help them because they owed me anything,” said Gregor. “What was happening to them was wrong.”
“But when you see what the prophecy demands of you, that may not be enough,” said Luxa. “I declared the war for the nibblers’ sake. You share no history with the nibblers. We humans here have many reasons to be indebted to them. What have the nibblers ever done for you?”
The breeze ruffled her hair, pushing it back from her face, giving him a clear shot of her eyes. They were asking for an answer. Needing to know if she could count on him.
“They saved your life,” he said.
And for just a moment, Luxa’s face softened and she smiled.
“This is who they really were. Not two carefree kids whose next big decision would be whether to get ice cream or see a movie, but two people who knew a war lay outside the door, waiting to tear them apart.”
“Last picture,” thought Gregor, as the image slowly developed.
“Last picture ever.”