The Fletcher Inn

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[born-from-flames]

hiddenferocity​:

“Huh, well. That’s not what I what thinking you’d say, but I guess that’s also a valid option.” Zephyr chuckled, tilting his head away and looking at her, giving a light nip to the tip of her nose.

His hands found themselves placed on her hips, thumbs gently rubbing her hipbones beneath the fabric. “Care to hear what I was thinking? I feel it’d be more entertaining.”

A soft hum left her lips at the sensation of his thumbs, her cheeks heating at the suggestive gesture. “Oh pray tell~” she giggled “I always want to hear what you think~”

[born-from-flames]

hiddenferocity​:

Casting a look back into the room when he heard the door open, he pivoted around on one foot and strode back over to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he reached over and ran his hand over the back of her head. “You going to be alright, love?” Letting his hand reach the bare skin of her back, he rubbed from shoulder to shoulder in gentle, easing motions.

“Hate for you to miss out on the day today. Seems nice enough.”

Clover nodded slowly before letting out a shaky breath. “I’ll be okay. Just... give me a moment to cool off a little and I’ll get dressed, I don’t want to spoil today.” She gave him a wry smile, the colour returning to her face, as she placed her head on his shoulder.

There was only one other time in her life she felt like this, but she wasn’t going to tell him anytime soon. Not after such strong objections.

[born-from-flames]

hiddenferocity​:

A low laugh rumbled forth as he spun the fork back around and picked up another piece of food and enjoyed breakfast. “We really do need an outing then, heh. We’re snipping at each other and we’re not even married yet.”

Cutting up a few more pieces, he arranged a small stack of a few different bits of food on the tines of the fork and held it out to her with one hand. “I’m not planning anything, Miss suspicion.” Provided that she took the offered food, he’d take another bite for himself.

“Is it so odd that I’d show care for you?” Zephyr inquired with a wry smile, hoping that his attempts to poke fun was clear.

Refusing to break his gaze, and with an eyebrow cocked, she sealed her lips around the fork. “I like the sound of that ‘yet’,” she teased, “provided you behave yourself~” Clover nuzzled herself into his side and sighed softly. “It’s hard no to be suspicious when you’re picking fights left, right, and center.”

[born-from-flames]

Sorry guys for the radio silence but I was away for a while.

I’ve been thinking a lot about this blog and there’s some changes I wanna make so please bear with me while I ponder things out <3 thank you love you guys

[born-from-flames]

hiddenferocity​:

“Ohoho?” He replied, arms wrapping gently around her waist tugging her a tad bit closer.

“Consider me intrigued, in spite of the naughtiness,” He chuckled, placing a light kiss to her nose. “I’m sure I won’t mind, whatever it is.”

That only caused her smirk to grow. She nipped at his ear as her hips rolled against his. Clover’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Well~ I would say your cock is rather comfortable.”

[born-from-flames]

hiddenferocity​:

Shrugging, he took another bite and feigned thought. “Well, actually now that you mention it.” He shot her a sidelong glance and took his plate of breakfast to a spot just out of arms reach of her.

“I suppose my revolver does need a bit of maintenance. Y’know,” He shrugged, a smirk playing on his face as another bite was taken. “Just in case any guards run into me.”

Sighing, he spun the fork between his fingers until he stopped it and he stared at her from behind the tongs. “Plus, I feel like a big ol’ hike would do you some good as well. You, who is so in tune with nature both in personality and biology. Doesn’t seem right for you to be kept inside and in the local area for so long, hm?”

Seeing him move the plate so it was just out of reach caused her to pout, her cheeks puffing up slightly. All that time and he wasn’t even going to share.

“If you even remotely aim at a guard I’ll kill you” she sighed, folding her arms and shaking her head at his smirk. Was he determined to get them in trouble?

Clover rolled her eyes as he placed her in his imaginary fork prison, putting her hands on her hips as one cocked to the side. “Why does it sound like you have something planned?” It was true she didn’t enjoy staying in, her dryad heritage making her prefer the outside, but he was up to something.

[born-from-flames]

hiddenferocity​:

His sleepy mind paid no attention to being called boring, nor her hair as it brushed against him, instead he was more surprised when she suddenly bolted away with the covers leaving him bare and cold.

Quite frankly, in his mind, it was quite rude especially coming from a lover. The reason why she bolted away didn’t occur to him, it was merely taken as a bit of playfulness that would force him to get dressed, which he reluctantly does.

It doesn’t take long for him to get fully dressed, no matter how lazily he pulls on his pants, or barely tucks his shirt in. Once done, he goes over to the window, leans on the frame, and take a deep and appreciative breathe of spring air. The sweet smell of blooms and new beginnings can’t help but come with an anxiety of what’s to come, at least for him.

It took a while for the redhead to make her way back to him, a small scowl on her face as she did so. The covers had been tightly wrapped around her in a makeshift dress and her hair stuck to her forehead. “I think I must have eaten something rotten,” she huffed before apologizing to him profusely and lying back on the bed.

[born-from-flames]

I’m still alive guys I swear...

[adirtylambandapsychiatrist-deac]

Following rp blogs with muses you're dying to rp with but are too afraid to send an ask or anything because you fear rejection

Originally posted by agent1firevolt

[burnbookeds]

TBH, what I love more than anything is when my RP partner weaves little references to stuff in my muse’s bio or verses into our thread. I love knowing that they really did take the time to read my page. It’s like, “You DO care!”

[onewordreplies-deactivated20171]

i want to be someone’s main verse

i want to be someone’s rp partner

i want to be the blog someone get’s excited about when they see im on

i want to be something to someone

[ilarual]

spent a golden evening with @scarlthesnarl enjoying the nice weather before it turns cold

[oopsprompts]

“Do you have any idea how many people are dead because I wasn’t clever enough, wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t good enough?”

[volatile-gentleman]

☛ - (press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up) "Ssh, you'll scare the deer away!" Clover hissed, keeping the stranger pinned in the tree line with her body and a single finger. Her other hand rested on a well worn bow.

Stephen’s breath hitched as he was suddenly touched, not even hearing the other as he himself was creeping as silently as he could across the forest floor. Hands came up in frantic movements, signaling this and that as he tried to explain himself in sign language as a reflex.

[born-from-flames]

volatile-gentleman​:

Ears twitched and swiveled, one moving towards where the deer was and one focusing on the woman in front of him. “If you wanted to hurt me, I’d know… These are probably your woods, aren’t they?” His voice was somewhere between a whisper and a husky growl, though not on purpose. “Where am I and how do I get out of here? I need medical attention.”

Clover watched his ears swivel before turning her attention back to him as the deer skittered off further into the forest. “Not mine, no. These belong to the king... whether I like it or not. As for where you are, you’re in Ria or more specifically, Fletcher’s-bridge.” Her expression changed to concern as her green eyes traced over him. “How badly are you hurt? My home’s not too far from here and I’m just as qualified as the hacks in town.”

[cabinporn]

An exquisite kitchen in a cabin at Tretopphytter – “Treetop Cabins” – two hours north of Oslo, Norway.

Capture and shared by @copenhagenwilderness

[born-from-flames]

// Hey guys I’m really sorry but I’ve managed to catch something and am sick u.u I’ll get replies done as soon as I’m better I promise <3

[born-from-flames]

hiddenferocity​:

born-from-flames​:

Her voice soon joined his snickers with her own as she was tugged into his embrace. Feeling him nuzzle into her neck caused a soft hum-like moan to emit from her throat. Whispering as softly and lowly as she could in his ear, giving the shell of his ear a nip, she couldn’t help the statement that left her lips. “What can I say? You bring out the devil in me.”

A soft laugh bubbled up and out passed his lips. “Odd choice of words for a half-dryad. Doesn’t the devil bring fire and brimstone? Ain’t that the opposite of what you want?” He replied, pushing his face further into her shoulder while his arms coiled tightly around her waist.

And the mood was lost. At least she could snuggle with him comfortably. She let a dry laugh pass her lips as she shook her head, her hair tickling him, “very droll dear.” 

Suddenly that awful nausea flooded back, causing her to flee to the kitchen, taking the covers with her.