¨ ☭ …● ÉTOILE ┐

⇼ I TOOK A DEEP BREATH AND LISTENED TO THE OLD BRAG OF MY HEART. I AM, I AM, I AM.

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fmk: eliza, annica, aly

“fuck… bloody hell, eliza. marry annica. k…iss aly. don’t ever make me do that again.”

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do you have parents?

“if a couple of petri dishes count, i suppose. yes, i have parents. most humans do, to my knowledge.”

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when are you and annica gonna stop fucking around

fucking around ?? does annica caverly truly ‘fuck around’ with anybody ?? show some goddamned respect, ya filthy animal. she’s a lady.

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who's your ride or die?

“well - first n’ foremost, gotta be my blood relation, briar. i’d like to think she’d prefer me… not dead. and the same would go for her. otherwise, we’ve got eliza, surprise, surprise. annica. micah. and aly, really. true pals, those guys.”

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[text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans

[text]: what’s the notebook

[text]: must have to do with muggles ‘cuz that shit don’t sound right i’m sorry

[text]: i stopped trying to understand them a long time ago tbh

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[text]: i want you to show me how much you love me

[text]: it’s half-past three in the bloody morning are you high ??

[text]: i’ll give u a cheeky kick in the arse tomorrow, lover boy let me fuckin’ slEEP.

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💋💪 WATCH ME

Send 💪 for our muses to workout together.

it was a rarity that physical exertion made it anywhere into bardaviors daily regimen so when micah suggested the two hit up the gym, it was easy to say the male was a bit hesitant. but alas, standing side by side in front of the wall doubling as a mirror, bardavior began to shake his head in wonderment that the other had actually succeeded in the task of getting him out of the house. “we are scrawny as shit, what the fuck are we doing here ??” he lashed out blatantly, glancing around the muggle gym where the mere sight of free weights scared him more than one of micah’s beasts. “i told you, i don’t like being your wing-man at the gym, mate. i almost passed out last time.”

Send 💋 to randomly kiss my muse.

after nearly straining every muscle and ligament in the gangly male’s back, bardavior hoisted micah’s limp form (due mostly to intoxication, but maybe a little death, who knows )  up onto his mattress. it was a rarity he ever let bard into his personal space, his reasoning very valid. the man liked his privacy. but there was no way he was going to leave his best mate passed out on eliza’s bar top all night. so he apparated the two into micah’s space, and he vaguely recalled images from when he was pretending to be fitz. one by one, he tugged off the male’s shoes. but before he could leave, the smallest of kisses was left in the middle of his forehead. and then with a CRACK, he was gone.

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annicagdi:

it all happened so quickly that annica could just barely process it. one moment, she was in bard’s embrace, breathing in time with his heartbeat and the next he was yanking her up off the couch. just as the brunette was about to protest, bardavior’s fingertips brushed the inside of her arms, and she froze. every time their skin touched, she felt heat flood to her cheeks. hopefully, the rosy color wasn’t making itself noticeable. the panic in bard’s voice made annica’s face fall. “hey, hey,” she whispered, but he kept checking her for wounds. he lifted her collar and she held her breath, afraid that if she let the air expel from her lungs, he would move his hand and their very brief encounter would become even more fleeting. hues darted from his hand on her shirt, so close to her heart that she knew he could feel it pounding, and back to bard’s eyes. “hey, no, i’m fine! bard, i’m fine! i’m fine, okay? i didn’t get hurt physically, it was eliza and jason!” slender digits angrily ripped the bloody jacket from the couch again. without a second thought, she tossed the item of clothing as hard as she could to the ground. with a loud crack and a rough swinging motion from her arm, annica send flames flying from her wand. “incendio!” she shouted, and the coat was burning. for just a few seconds, annica watched the flames lick the air, but before it could spread, she pointed her wand once more. “aguamenti,” she whispered, and the fire was out. tears had welled up in her eyes, but she wasn’t facing bard. annica could still save her skin. she pawed at one of her eyes to brush the tears away before turning on her heel to face bard. “i had a vision, the one where people were screaming in the woods? where micah looked like he was going to get hurt? the one i spoke to you about. alexei mikhailov attacked eliza and lead her into the woods, and then they must’ve gotten into it and well, shit, bard – did you know alexei is a werewolf? hmm, the cold moon festival is held on the night of a full moon. he turned. i could’ve prevented that, first of all, but my stupid, stupid fucking brain can’t wrap itself around certain situations at the worst times, you know? but nevermind that, because it gets worse. alexei as the werewolf attacked eliza, and she got hurt. strike two – another thing i could’ve prevented. so micah and i are running around the woods like bloody chickens with their heads cut off. we find a car, a ford anglia to be exact, and we get in. we’re driving all over the place, i’m pretty sure we’re going to die, and then we fucking – we fucking run OVER alexei, which isn’t the kicker, bard. it really isn’t! i get out of the car to get eliza and she’s…” annica paused to catch her breath, raking her hands through her hair. “she’s bleeding, she’s hurt, she’s in pain and i get her in the car and she kisses JASON of all people – which, whatever, i don’t care about that. they can be happy together, and i want nothing but the best for them. but i was so scared, and then jason just fuckin’ took off to fight off alexei. like, really? why not make matters worse by getting yourself fuckin’ killed, beauregard. great idea! after adrianna and micah are all around eliza and i know they’ve got her healing taken care of, i went off to find jason and… and fuck, bard,” her bottom lip started quivering, and annica reached up to cover her face. “i will always love him in a different way than i love anybody else and – and he was – he fucking… he was dying, bard. dying. his blood soaked my jacket and i swore to god he was going to die right there in my arms, and every time i close my god damn eyes i see his tired ones looking back at me. he’s fine now, but it just keeps haunting me,” the female barely noticed the fact that she’d started hyperventilating because she’d been speaking so fast and with so much emotion. “alexei says he’s going to kill me because i saw him and his fucking treasure chest or whatever the hell it was, and i told micah because i was scared. and he knows. he wants me dead, and he keeps writing me telling me he’s going to kill me. so i’m a little freaked out, but i’m fine,” she nodded her head up and down. “if i could’ve just… grasped onto what that vision meant, onto the fact that alexei was going to hurt us all…” a defeated sigh escaped her lips.

his levels of stress had all but shot through the roof and he could feel the color returning to his cheeks as he scanned her smooth skin with no avail. no marks could be detected, but then again there was limited skin of which he could properly check without physically stripping her and giving her the once over. not quite sure how that would have gone, bardavior thought better and dropped his hand from her collar as the corners of his lips pulled downward even more. “if... if you’re not hurt...” he mused quietly as he relished in their proximity for the first time since his minor freak-out, enjoying the way her breath felt on his skin. once her words had begun to fully sink in, it was hard for the male to process the thought of eliza being hurt, much like jason. the pieces didn’t quite add up in his head and he was still reeling by the time annica’s rage was set into motion, presumably eliza’s coat on the floor decorated with bright, orange flames. his eyes could hardly focus on the scene before him, let alone aid her in whatever she was scheming. the smell of smoke wafted towards his face once the flames were put out and finally, he could focus his eyes. “is she - are they a-alive ?? please... please.” his voice came out just above a whisper on the last plea, emotion welling in his eyes just like hers. only, no matter how badly he wanted to console the girl before him, it was as if his joints had been turned to stone, enabling any movement. but before he knew it, she had turned back to him with red-rimmed eyes which  made his heart ache in suffering. the words that spilled from her lips came out in a rush with little to no filter added as a sugar coat. it was rare for him to see her act in such a way, but he thought if anyone deserved to, it’d be annica. what she’d been though... it made bardavior’s stomach take a sickly turn. much more for the fact that he wasn’t there to aid her than her reveal of the happenings of that night. as wild as the story became, it was all plausible. things he contemplated in silence as she continued to voice their turmoils; where was this alexei now? how was he to pay for what he’d done? were his friends okay? were things with annica going to change now? his brain offered many reactions and thoughts with each statement that left her mouth. but he waited for her to finish, her breathing ragged and labored. stepping forward, bardavior encased her into his arms tightly, using a bit of compression to hopefully calm her down. after a few moments passed, he released her slowly, dropping his arms to his sides. “so let me get this straight... eliza got caught up with a werewolf somehow and people got hurt - at the hand of said werewolf. you guys came to the rescue and then jason... fuck, mate, that’s gonna be a nasty recovery. glad to see they finally got their ducks all in a row, though.” he chimed in a very bardvior-esque fashion, momentarily forgetting the fact that annica was jason’s ex. it was these types of things that he tended to block out, mostly out of jealousy. “i’m sorry, ‘nic. sometimes it takes a tragedy for people to realize... to realize they’re completely head-over for one another.” his eyes darted to her lips for a split second, momentarily caught up pondering what her kiss would taste like. shaking his head, he ventured to get back on point. “are micah and adrianna okay ?? and you’re gonna listen to me good for this next part, annica caverly. your sight does not grant you the ability to prevent bad things from happening. there are just some things that are gonna happen at the hand of the universe and merlin knows no one’s fuckin’ with fate, okay ?? this was not your fault. i’m going to say it again. this was not your fault. but back to these threats, i don’t think it’s safe for you to be staying alone right now. i’d like to help with that.”

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TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW).

[text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;)

[text]: send me pictures

[text]: where are you? why aren’t you back yet?

[text]: I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU

[text]: i dont know if this is what i want anymore

[wrong number text]: (muse name) has gone out for the night, i’m all alone ;)

[wrong number text]: i just don’t know if i love them anymore

[wrong number text]: can we forget about last night? don’t tell (muse name) please!

[wrong number text]: i fucked her/him aha ;-) told (muse name) it was just a drunk kiss tho

[text]: i love you so fucking much

[text]: i hate you

[drunk text]: UR SUCH A BITCH I H9 U 

[text]: i cannot stop thinking about you

[text]: i need you. now.

[text]: please respond. im so worried about you

[text]: last night was so GOOD

[text]: what are you wearing? ;)

[text]: is he bigger than me?

[text]: did you sleep with her ?!

[text]: you’re just a slut

[drunk text]: yOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL !!>!

[drunk text]: dont tell (muse name) but theY ARE so hot

[drunk text]: im iss youu

[text]: bed or floor? ;-)

[text]: not to be desperate or anything but im currently home alone and on the verge of jerking myself off to pictures of you. would be better if it was the real you though !

[text]: i want you naked.

[text]: are you going to the party on saturday?

[text]: i want to show you how much i love you

[text]: do you hate me?

[text]: i’m so sorry

[text]: WAS THAT A SEXT

[text]: family dinner tomorrow night, and i’m prolly gonna finger you under the table..

[text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off

[text]: netflix and chill? 

[drunk text]: lveae me alone for 29 minutes !!! jeezss

[text]: damn you looked so good today. kinda wanted to bend you over that table you were leaning on lol 

[text]: where are you i have something you need to fix (its a boner)

[text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans

[ada-tan]

Symbol Starters~

Send ☔ for our muses to share an umbrella on a rainy day.

Send 📱 for my muse to send yours a random text.

Send 📞 for my muse to call yours.

Send ✞ for our muses to meet in an empty church.

Send ⚔ to challenge my muse to a duel.

Send 😢 for my muse to comfort you.

Send 🌸 to receive flowers from my muse.

Send ☁ for our muses to watch the clouds together.

Send ⌚ to ask my muse what time it is.

Send ℃ for my muse to discuss the temperature with yours.

Send 👻 to tell ghost stories with my muse.

Send 🐩 to play with my muse’s pet (or have my muse play with yours).

Send 😘 to see my muse’s reaction to yours flirting with them.

Send 💅 to do my muse’s nails.

Send 🐎 for our muses to go horse riding together.

Send 📺 for our muses to have a TV/movie night.

Send 🍸 for our muses to have a drink together.

Send 💪 for our muses to workout together.

Send 💤 to wake my muse up from their nap.

Send 🍔 for our muses to have lunch together.

Send 💢 for my muse to get mad at yours for something they did.

Send 😓 for my muse to apologize to yours for something they did.

Send 💖 for my muse to tell yours who they currently have a crush on.

Send 💘 for my muse to ask yours who they have a crush on.

Send 💋 to randomly kiss my muse.

Send 🎃 to carve pumpkins with my muse.

Send 🎁 for my muse to give yours a gift.

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brixrgxl:

her expression never changed as her brother spoke, jaw tight and gaze unwavering. their mother was sick with something serious, but briar had been, too, all those years ago. everyone thought she was a lost cause, that she wouldn’t make it, but they had found a way, didn’t they? that was a thing about magic–no matter what went wrong, always, always you could find a way. lord voldemort had made himself nearly immortal, after all, or had everyone forgotten? “where did they go? st. mungo’s? they don’t know the right charms or brews, then, if they told mum and dad that,” she didn’t even try resisting the urge to roll her eyes, “gobshites, the lot of them, spooking dad unnecessarily. if they don’t know how to help, they should admit it, not abandon her. i’ll take care of everything, bard.” already her mind was racing with who she needed to talk to to get the right answers, but suddenly her thoughts were pulled back to the previous weekend. “anyway, you missed out on all the excitement here while you were gone. the festival was quite a party, or so I heard.”

even briar had to care in her own special way - for her couldn’t be their only child to show an interest after being given life and care for 24 years. bardavior was certain she did by the way her usually casual and cool tone came out with a bit of an anxious tinge to it and she became the fierce spitfire he knew her to be. but she would only ever understand if she played part of their family, which hadn’t happened very often in the past years. “st. mungo’s wasn’t as close so she was rushed to a muggle facility. they seemed to know what they were doing and she never complained once, but you know mom. she won’t protest a thing, not even with her dying breath.” he hated himself for saying it and wanted to retract the statement, but instead moved on. “there’s nothing more you can do, bri. dad’s got it. it’s all a big waiting game from here on out.” he explained somberly, blowing warm air into his cupped hands to return some feeling. “just the kind of drama you live for, huh ?? why don’t you come inside and you can tell me all about it.”

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eliizaisms:

eliza wasn’t surprised that bard hugged her back but instead, she welcomed it. glancing up at him once they’d pulled away, she instinctively reached up and wiped away the tear he’d let slip down his cheek, a small frown creeping onto her lips. taking a seat next to him on the couch, she kicked her own boots off and swung her legs over, draping them across his lap, leaning back onto the arm of the couch. eliza and bard had always been like this — a simplistic but close relationship where they were completely comfortable enough to touch and cuddle up to each other like that without it being weird. “it’s the first time you’ve done it, don’t beat yourself up about it,” she mumbled, reaching out to grab his hand, squeezing it gently before letting it go. “yeah, but…this time, people almost died. i-i almost died.” her last sentence came out relatively hushed, feeling a sense of nerves and guilt well up inside her. she didn’t particularly care to tell bard about what had happened to her; why worry him any more than he needed to be? chewing on her bottom lip for a few seconds, a comfortable silence fell between them before he spoke up, her gaze fixated on his hands which were placed on her legs and she playfully wiggled her feet before propping her head up on her arm on the back of the couch. “of course i forgive you, mate. i mean…you know i don’t ever stay mad at you. how could i? —- but there’s obviously something wrong if you just up and left, y’know? so…talk to me. please?”

the last thing bardavior wanted was to downplay his actions. it was unimaginably shitty of him to be so hard on others when in reality, he was capable of the exact same thing. human nature was a wicked thing to behold, and even more wicked to experience. his own hypocrisy was enough to tint his cheeks with red as he watched her find her seat next to him. at least eliza seemed to be forgiving - not that he should have expected much less. she was too good to him, always had been. excusing his antics as if most of them were easy to be downplayed. but that was friendship in a nutshell, he wagered. he rested his arms on top of her legs where the sprawled across his lap so causally. never missing a beat, these two friends. “i can assure you, next time there will be a note. and if matters are exceptionally dire, maybe even a howler.” he jested with a small smile, squeezing the toe of her shoe. to say he was ill prepared for what was to come out of her mouth next was an understatement. he could see her - feel her sitting next to him, so to rationalize what she said was hard. “what - what do you mean... ?? that can’t be. it was just... just a festival. right ??” he rushed his questions out, one after the other in rapid fire. bad things happened in knockturn alley, more often than not. it wasn’t a rarity to hear that someone had been declared missing or murdered around these dark dredges. “don’t try to change the subject, eliza.” he was suddenly more serious than he’d probably ever been - a real achievement for the peculiar male. “you talk to me first. my shite can wait, and will wait. are you alright ?? who - is there anyone i should... who died ?? is annica alright ?? what about briar ??”

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micvhisms:

“you know, i don’t want anyone to come in here, fitz.” taking a step forward, micah closed the space between them drastically. his fingers traced along the blonde’s strong jawline as he smirked. “though, i’ve always had a hard time saying no to you.” opening the door fully, micah allowed the other male into his space. the dark haired male walked through the monochromatically decorated apartment into his kitchen. rummaging through the refrigerator, he searched for a carton of eggs. “i don’t have any chicken eggs. i only have diricawl eggs. i doubt you can even tell the difference. is that alright?”

after a moment spent recollecting his primary motive and silently cursing himself, bardavior mentally pleaded with the male not to let him inside. but who was he kidding? micah extended his hand to his cheek, leaving him momentarily speechless. “guess it’s just my boyish charm and... devilish good looks, then.” faux-fitz coughed out in a moment of bravery, reaching forward to gently pat the other male’s shoulder. much to his disappointment, he was granted entrance to the flat and he followed behind quietly, eyes rolling and fists clenching out of micah’s sight. he waited for him to return with what he requested, still mentally shaking his head until the dark-haired male was in front of him once more. “no, no those won’t do. we’ll... have to go to the store, i guess. care for a stroll ?? it’s not even snowing out, so we’ve got that going for us. c’mon.” bardavior took the male’s hand into his, pulling him back towards the exit.

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alexeisms:

the inferno that erupted from the cobblestone beneath his boots singed and stung his skin as the flames licked at his body. “episkey.” the burns and blisters that lined his skin began to heal themselves as he finally stood to his feet. albeit a little shaky, alexei took a step forward. he simply lifted his wand before speaking. “oh, you want to do some damage?” he stood tall, holding his wand out before him. “cruciatus.” the ministry worker grinned like the cheshire cat as the curse began to overtake the boy’s body.

alexei’s recuperation time was a near record for his internal clock to behold, as he had returned to his feet from the blast before bardavior could even see past the cloud of dust settling over the rubble. heart beating in his chest so loud he could feel it rattling his entire form, he braced himself for what was to come next. “why are you -”but he was cut short as his entire body began to writhe in agonizing pain. a pain that could not simply be described with words; searing straight through every nerve ending from his ankles to the tips of his fingers. knees buckling beneath him, he felt his body fall to the ground in efforts to escape the torture that had only just begun. how much time had passed, he hadn’t a clue. “it... was... you - “ he gasped loudly, eyes stinging with unwarranted, hot tears. “you’re the... idiot wrecking havoc upon all of my friends.” bardavior spit out as the pain subsided for a moment, just long enough for him to send a disdainful look in his attacker’s direction.

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annicagdi:

as much as she hated to admit it, bardavior was right. something was off, and she wasn’t so sure how much longer she could keep this act up, especially in front of bard. her poker face definitely needed some work. “we’ll talk about it later,” she insisted. if he could see it in her eyes, she’d have to keep them closed. annica let her eyelids fall to a gentle close, listening to bard’s worries. just his voice was a soothing mechanism to annica, and although he was talking of horrible things, she was still at ease. this was because annica knew that if she was good at one thing in this world, it was comforting people and finding the brighter side of things. “bard i can’t confidently tell you that she’s going to recover fully from this. i know i see the future, i’m psychic, whatever you want to call it, but i can’t tell you that. what i can tell you is that this isn’t a death sentence. there isn’t so much a when, as there is an if. what if this aneurysm bursts? what if they’re able to clip it and she recovers normally? there’s a 50/50 chance, but my bet is on her recovery. your family is full of strong women – full of strong people. just look at briar. look at yourself. you’re still standing after so many things have happened that should knock you off your feet,” her fingers gently traced shapes into his arm, a heart, a triangle, another heart. “if she has half the strength that you do, she’ll be just fine,” without even thinking, annica leaned up and pressed the softest of kisses to bard’s forehead, running her thumb against his cheek. “don’t put up an act for me,” she whispered. “don’t act as if you’re okay when you’re not. we see right through each other, don’t we? it is bittersweet,” annica slid down to her previous position with her head on bard’s chest. could he stay the night? she looked up at the boy, nodding her head silently. “of course you can stay. i’ll take the couch, okay? or – or you can sleep with me, if that would feel better,” annica confirmed. it would make her feel better, at least. “um… as for what’s bothering me,” she reached down to the other end of the couch, never once letting go of bard’s shirt. she had to admit, he was adorable in his pajamas. what she reached for, however, was her bag, and inside of that bag was the blood-stained coat that she’d worn the night of the cold moon festival. with a shaky hand, she pulled the coat out and set it on bard’s lap. “let’s just say that the festival wasn’t very… festive.”

the way she pushed aside her troubles to tend to his so thoughtlessly was a near foreign occurrence for bardavior to encounter. he wished at times he could be as selfless as she, yet there he was going on and on about things that seemed so trivial in retrospect that all he could do was shrug and let his head fall. sure, his mother’s sickness was far from trivial, but what annica said was true. there was no way for him to be certain that her diagnosis was an immediate death sentence. it was the tone of her voice, so light and sure with her words which were thought out and said with purpose that he felt the weight he’d been carrying around on his chest disperse. few people possessed the ability to calm him as easily as annica, but then again, most people didn’t remain as close as the two of them were. and after all these years, she hadn’t seemed to grow tired of the things which made him tick; a fact he was most grateful for. “you’r always right, that’s one thing i am sure of.” he let out an exasperated sigh. immobile hands remained in his lap as she soothed him even further with the lines she drew on his arm, most of which undecipherable by him but the gesture was nice all the same. “all i can do is wait. for something that might not even happen. wait and worry. i’m exceptionally good at both, so it shouldn’t be too much of a problem. i’m sorry for dumping all of this on you like it’s your responsibility, or something. there’s just... not a whole lotta’ other people out there who are willing to listen.” he turned his gaze to her just in time for her lips to make contact with his forehead. leaning into her as if to make the moment last a fraction of a moment longer, bardavior felt a surge of electricity leave his body as her lips parted ways with his skin. “your sight is far batter than mine has been, annica. i feel like there’s so much you’re not telling me. don’t push your thoughts and feelings aside for anyone, okay ?? least of all me.” placing a hand over hers on his cheek, the male rubbed gentle circles into the soft skin. a soothing mechanism for them both, he wagered. arm draped over her shoulder as she laid her head on his chest, he eliminated any remaining space between them in one fluid movement. “or i can take the couch. it’s your house, i’m the guest. you’ve already done too much for me, as is.” he hummed, silently wishing she would protest aloud, just so he could relish in the excitement her will for him to be close to her would bring. her words caused his brow to knit together and as she retrieved the article of clothing and tossed it onto his lap, bardavior lightly gripped the fabric while his eyes traced the brutal evidence of what really happened last weekend. all it took was a moment for him to process what he was seeing before the male was on his feet, pulling annica up with him. “you’re not hurt, are you ?? merlin, so help me, if this is your blood, i’ll -” he rushed the words out all while checking the girl for obvious wounds, hesitating before searching for less than obvious ones. he pushed up her sleeves and ran his fingers up the length of each of her arms twice before moving onto her neck, tugging slightly at her collar to check the most visible skin. but not to be too invasive on her personal space. his fierce protectiveness only came out for a number of people, and bardavior could not silence the burning fire in his chest at the thought that any one of his friends was hurt. or worse. “what the bloody hell happened at that festival ??”