brighter than the sun

  "it's always darkest before the dawn" Daisy Hookum || 20 || Hufflepuff || Pureblood || Just your friendly neighborhood bookstore clerk, smoker of gillyweed, and hopeless romantic  

[dazeydaisyx]

tildenxtoots‌:

even though there was so much bad in the world, there was so much good too. tilden witnessed it now, staring into daisy’s eyes and having her take him to st. mungo’s. watching her fret about as the nurses tried to do their job. she was a ray of light in this life, one that made tilden keep holding onto hope. if there were still people like her – he knew the world would be okay. he knew that he’d be okay, as long as he had her. 

so, he couldn’t stop touching her. couldn’t stop having her so close that he could breathe in her scent and feel her soft skin. tilden didn’t want them to be separated, wanted to be with her and to kiss her hard and whisper sweet nothings into her skin and thank her to the moon and back for getting them out of that dangerous situation. he wanted to worship her like the goddess he was.  

you’re mine – and oh, how he was. how his eyes glittered for her and only her. how his heart beat fro her and only her. he nodded his head to her, with understanding and a soft smile on his face. “i know, love, i know.” he let his hand run through her hair. 

with her suggestions, a big smile formed onto his face. “dais, that sounds wonderful.” the flowers loved it when she sang, having always leaned towards her. even when she was silent, tilden would notice how the plants would slightly lean towards her, too. “you have made me the happiest person already.” he tells her, whispers it into her hair as he places a small kiss to her head. 

Daisy wondered sometimes, late at night when she most didn’t want to, why she fought so hard. He was the moon and she was the ocean tide, ever being pulled into him, and ever pulling herself away. It would be so easy to get lost in his eyes, in the warmth of his smile, in the comfort of his arms. Too easy. So easy that she might not ever find her way out again. 

Even with what they were now, messy and undefined, it would hurt so much to lose him. How much more would it hurt to lose something she could put a name to?

Walden’s cold gaze and even icier words still echoed in her mind. Tilden would never speak to her so coolly, probably, but then, she had once thought Walden had a few warm corners hidden within the empty caverns of his heart. She couldn’t be wrong again.

Still, Tilden’s words made her smile-- and more than that, the happy smile on his own face, the one that she had put there, made her glow from her toes to her fingertips. Maybe she could find a way to do this. Maybe she could be brave enough, for him. 

“I wish I wasn’t so scared,” she blurted suddenly, not sure if he would even know what she was talking about. The words couldn’t find their way to her tongue. “But it’s so-- big, you know? It’s everything. And the world can’t keep spinning without the sun. I can’t keep spinning.” He often called her his sun, but she knew he was the true warmth that made her heart beat ever faster, faster.

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potteringpcttr‌:

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James knew that he should’ve owled.

His knuckles hit Daisy’s front door one more time and he anxiously bounced up and down on his toes. After the events of the fire, he couldn’t help but want to see her face. Other than his boys (and another red head that James definitely was not thinking about), Daisy was the one who he knew could make him smile. And maybe, on the other hand, he could make her smile too. That was worth the quick sprint to the store and the bag of groceries that he now held in his hands.

Just as James went to knock a third and final time, the door flew open. A grin split open his lips, easy, as if it were made of butter. “I brought cookies,” he said, holding up the bag. “Well I brought the ingredients for cookies because I thought to myself, who would want to bake with me right now? And I figured, or well I hoped, you would so. Here I am.” James shrugged holding out the bag. “I even brought sprinkles,” he said, conspiratorially.

Daisy was taking a middle of the afternoon nap, which was the best kind of nap, because it was the laziest. She didn’t know how long someone had been at the door when the pounding finally seeped into her awareness. She sat up with a start before she remembered it was the middle of the afternoon. It wasn’t the right time of day for bad things to happen.

She yawned, pulling her hair up into a messy bun as she ambled towards the door. As she pulled it open, any irritation she might have felt melted away at the sight of James’ smile. “James!” she beamed, surging forwards and wrapping her arms around him for a tight hug. It was a little awkward with all the bags, but worth it. As she stepped back to let him in, she was practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. “You have such a good sense for these things; it is absolutely a cookie-baking day.” Especially after everything they had recently been through. Surely the smell of cookies in the oven would clear the memory of acrid smoke in her nostrils. “And I should hope you brought sprinkles, or I don’t know if I’d be able to let you in,” she teased.

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gxcatchlove‌:

  “Thank you,” Greta murmured with a small smile. Nimble fingers plucked out a cheese danish, nibbling on its edges with a small sigh. To her own great dismay, it was followed by a small coughing fit; but Greta had been sure to quickly give Daisy an encouraging ‘unbothered’ smile so as to not concern her much. The blanket was welcome company, something inanimate, something that couldn’t be weighed down with how much she needed it. She’d cried quietly into her pillow case with Daisy snuggled beside her under that very blanket, surely, it could offer her some peace now.

Polishing off the danish with somewhat impressive speed, Greta’s deep brown eyes snapped sideways at the break in Daisy’s voice. She could hardly move without aching but every single fiber in her being screamed for her to try to reach out to her friend. Tears momentarily pricking at her eyes because she loathed not being able to physically reach out in the way she normally would. “You won’t lose me,” Greta chirped; voice cracking rebelliously in her throat. The words felt a little empty, if only because part of her couldn’t help but to think she might have. If Edgar hadn’t been there, she might have. 

“Caradoc is always easy on the eyes,” Greta clung to the change of topic like Daisy had just tossed her a life preserver. “–but he was fussing, so. Boo.” She pouted. Knowing it was his job, and that he possibly felt a bit at odds seeing her as a patient when he was otherwise protective of her. Still, while understanding why, Greta just kind of wanted to hide away under the blanket Daisy brought so no one else would fuss over her. “Besides, I am not exactly in a state that’s going to get me a date.” 

Daisy hated hospitals and their summoning of death, but in this moment, there was nowhere else she’d rather be than by Greta’s side. Greta was her partner in crime, the hand in hers, the other half of her smile. And right now, nothing mattered more than making sure she was okay, inside and out. The coughing fit was more than a little concerning, and Daisy hovered closer, hands fluttering helplessly as she looked for what to do. She knew she should’ve paid more attention all those times Tilden talked about healing remedies.

Luckily, Greta recovered before she could be subjected to Daisy’s attempt at an intervention. At the unmistakable tears in Greta’s eyes-- so rarely allowed to sparkle there-- Daisy grasped her hand firmly in both of hers. She settled into the chair right next to the bed, hoping that Greta understood she would stay for hours if needed. “I better not,” she replied, attempting for joking and falling somewhere short. “I’d only be half a me without you.” She sniffed and cleared her throat, determined not to let Greta see just how scared she had been. Greta didn’t need any more stress.

Daisy giggled at the mention of Caradoc, happy to be sailing in smoother, less-emotionally fraught waters. “He is,” she agreed with a nod of her head. Tilden was cuter, though. Not that she would say that out loud, not even to Greta. “Oh, no, this is the perfect time for getting a date! You can play up the sympathy factor.” Her face turned serious as she added, “Besides, you have to thank Edgar for saving you. I’ve already come up with several ideas. Do you want to hear them from least to most naughty, or most to least?”

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Halston Sage in Before I Fall (2017)

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tildenxtoots‌:

tilden stared at her as he waited for her answer. oh, he could stare at her forever. her – with her beautiful face and eyes that he could drown in. he wanted to kiss her again, wanted to promise her everything and more. wanted to say forget the fight, forget the world, forget it all – just you and me. always, you and me. let’s run away, let’s go far away into the countryside and start our own farm and find our happiness there. 

then she was nodding and he was remembering the situation at hand. “i know, i know. i believe in you, my little ray of sunshine.” he whispered to her, kept telling her such encouraging words. she could play hero for him in this instance, and he wanted her to. wanted to tell her that he loved her too, but he hadn’t had the time before they were apparating out of the danger zone and in front of the emergency entrance for St. Mungo’s. 

darling, he wanted to beam with happiness but the pain kept interfering. causing him to squint in pain and lean on her. “i’ll be okay.” tilden whispered into her hair as they made their way into the building where he was promptly taken to get treated. the healers there allowed daisy to follow after, much to tilden’s relief. he didn’t want her out of his sight. all he wanted was to be in her arms right now, with his own wrapped around her. 

it didn’t take that long for tilden to get patched up and taken care of. his wounds haven’t had been too major – no broken bones or life threatening injuries. they managed to pull the glass from his back and heal the burns to his face and arm. they gave him a potion to take home and continue taking for the next few days to fully heal up. 

once the pain had finally receded, he was so restless to grab daisy and whisk her away. so, when the healers finally allowed him to go – discharging him and following up with the potion, he wrapped his arms around daisy and spun her around. pulling her from the hospital and into the streets. the fire out of his mind, and the only thing reverberating through his head was her – all her. 

“sun, my sun,” he whispers, tumbling through the streets with her too no set destination. “you are so amazing – saved me.” tilden told her, his hand coming up to cup her cheek with his thumb caressing her skin. “stay with me, won’t you?” drawing his face closer to hers, their lips so close. “no fighting and i don’t care if you want to leave tomorrow – i can’t let you out of my sight right now.” 

It was odd, but in the midst of all this chaos and fear and pain, Daisy felt more like his sun than she usually did. Maybe it was because she had been able to do something practical, something tangible. She had been able to rescue him, for once.

He was always trying to rescue her, but she was never very good at letting him.

But she was a very worried little star today, her twinkling threatening to go out as she fully taken in Tilden’s injuries. How close had she come to losing him? Their fight seemed of no importance now, as insubstantial as tissue paper. She wanted to cry, thinking of how those harsh words could’ve been the last he ever heard from her. When it came to him, her heart was no good at saying what it really meant.

She fretted around him as the healers patched him, barely stopping herself from interjecting several times. She just wanted to make sure they were treating him right, that he was getting the best care, because he was the best person she knew.

She let him lead her out when it was done, content to wrap an arm around him and keep him close, closer, a physical reminder that he was there, that he would be okay. His words tugged at the tattered pieces of her heart, aching with the thought that he could ever think there was a possibility she wouldn’t be there.

“Of course I’ll stay, Tilly,” she replied softly, her own hand coming up to cup his jaw, thumb rubbing absently over his lower lip. “You’re mine, and I can’t leave you. I’m just...” She gave her head a little shake, tears glittering. “I’m too much in the wind sometimes. Not enough roots.” But she would keep trying for him.

She pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth and then pulled away slightly, tugging him down the sidewalk. “We should go home, though. You should really be in bed, resting. I”ll make you tea, and run a hand through your hair, and maybe sing to you a little. The flowers always seem to like it when I sing. Would you like that, Tilly? I only want to make you happy today.”

[plac3h0lder]

Send my Muse “Confess!!” and they will tell you a Secret!

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bewareaudog‌:

Sirius had to agree with Daisy. He was a restless person at heart. The majority of his life was going from one reckless decision to the next. Back in school his favorite part of pranking people wasn’t getting to watch the looks on people’s faces when they stumbled upon whatever the Marauders set up (though that did bring him an immense amount of enjoyment, especially if it was aimed in revenge for someone), but the thrill from running away before someone caught him and placed two and two together. Some of his very best nights from school (the ones Sirius can remember, that is) were in very late hours of the evening, running from Filch or McGonagall before he got in trouble for whatever it was he was up to. 

“A smart person would counter that with until you end up getting cut,” Sirius murmured, amusement dancing in his eyes. He wasn’t a smart person, at least in that sense. He had been supposedly cut more than once— almost lost one of his best friends once because he wanted a little bit of thrill and revenge.

With a roll of his eyes he let out a huff of a laugh. “Are you telling me you want me to kick you out?” he teased, arching one of his eyebrows. “If it makes you feel any better this wouldn’t be my oddest night— not by a long shot. One time I brought an actual prostitute home…on a very drunk dare in my defense. I drank more and played strip poker with her, but didn’t actually shag her. I lost and passed out on the sofa and she tucked me in with a blanket, grabbed the money I left for her on the counter, and then left I’m assuming. Think she took a little bit extra, but I’m sure she deserved it for putting up with me.”

At Daisy’s comment a very light blush formed on his cheeks which shouldn’t have even been seen, but alas Sirius was so pale anyone could see any color which formed on his cheeks. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by receiving compliments— he adored them and welcomed them on all counts, so much so he’d even boast about himself at times. However, most compliments he received and welcomed were about his outward appearance. Anything past that was usually a bit of a gray area he waved away. Who could blame the man? He didn’t grow up hearing very good things about himself.

“That sounds like something ridiculous you’d read out of a storybook,” Sirius said with a chuckle and shook his head. “I could go without seeing the snakes. I’ve actually never been anywhere in South America. I’m not too picky about where I’d travel, but I definitely want to have at least been to every continent twice before I give up exploring.”

Daisy liked people in general, but she liked people the most who she felt comfortable with. She liked those who didn’t mind that she was a little odd-- quirky-- and who just let her be herself, without any judgment or criticism. Daisy knew the way she saw the world was different from how most people saw it (she was pretty sure the colors were brighter, for one thing), but she treasured those who could see differences as something to value, not hide away.

But what she sometimes thought she liked most about Sirius was his reckless streak. It was pure and unfiltered and genuine-- and even joyful-- an emotion that was getting harder and harder to find these days. Perhaps it was going extinct, if these stormclouds kept brewing. But then, that was exactly why they had to hold so tightly to these little sparks, and to give them enough energy to keep going.

She grinned at his teasing, relaxing into the couch cushions in a way she hadn’t in days. Or nights. “No, no, you can’t kick me out!” she replied, laughing. “I’ll sit outside your door all night and cry at the loss of you.” He was a good storyteller, though, and Daisy giggled at the thought of him getting tucked in by a prostitute. Maybe it wasn’t just that he was a good storyteller; he was good at living a life of stories. Maybe that was why she liked him so much. “Well, it sounds like a very worthwhile night,” she teased, shifting her foot where it rested on his thigh. “It’s been so long since I’ve been tucked in by anyone. Most people would consider that getting lucky, indeed.”

His cheeks warmed and so did her heart. She made a mental note to compliment him more often, as it looked so good on him. She hoped she would remember; she was so often misplacing her mental notes.

“Storybooks have to come from somewhere, don’t they?” she countered. She wanted a life with adventure on every page, and travel at the end of every chapter. “I think some of the best stories I’ve heard have been days I’ve lived.” Her smile turned a little more teasing as she added, “And don’t ever mention giving up exploring again. I want to die exploring; go out with a bang in the middle of some grand adventure. Isn’t that what makes all the rest of this bullshit worth it?”

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gxcatchlove‌:

     Greta did not like hospitals. Correction: Greta had no issue with Hospitals, they were great, but she did not like being a patient in them. Stuck in a bed. Fussed over by nurses. She had tried to reassure the healer once her leg had been fixed that she was fine to be sent home. However, apparently, alcohol did not burn clean. Meaning, she had breathed in smoke that was possibly full of all sorts of not-so-dashing chemicals. She experienced quite a few symptoms of smoke inhalation including chest pains, a headache, and reflexive coughing. Greta knew better than to question the professionals, who wanted to keep an eye on her for a 24 hour window, but– she hated being propped up like this. Twiddling with her fingers, inwardly praying for a distraction. Something to take her mind of how uncomfortable it was in that bed, with nothing in particular to do. 

Daisy walked in like an answer to her prayers. Though, Greta immediately felt inclined to sit up and put on a smile. “Mostly just your beautiful face is needed, I do not know if you have noticed but the decor in this place does not give off very reassuring vibes.” She chuckled, but it was raspy and quiet in her still sore throat. Pastries. The box caught her eye out of the chaos that was balloons, flowers, and what looked like a blanket from her room back at the flat. “Oooh, gimmie.” Fingers extended outward, wiggling them excitedly towards Daisy. “Though, I feel inclined to remind you that you can bake. I’ve witnessed it.” 

Tilden often called her his sun, and while she wasn’t sure she succeeded at that, she did try her best to spread sunshine wherever she went. It was easy with Greta, who was a sun of her own, bright and warm and sparkling. And life had generally been kind to them, in that when one was down the other was up, and able to bring a bit of comfort and happiness. Daisy hoped she could do that today, as she could only imagine how miserable her independent friend must be, being stuck in a bed.

She glanced around the mentioned decor (or lack there of) and frowned briefly. “That’s why I brought you so many colorful things! Color is healing, you know,” she said firmly. “Brings good energy.” She handed off both boxes to Greta, letting her pick exactly what she wanted. “My baking would be no good right now, I’m afraid. Too much worry in the flavor. But these should do.” She busied herself with arranging the flowers and balloons, spreading things out around the room so there would be something to look at it in every direction. Finally, she grabbed Greta’s familiar blanket from home, the one they had cuddled under and giggled under and cried over heartbreaks under, and spread it out across the bed. “There! Now we’re doing a bit better.”

Sitting down in the chair next to the bed, Daisy let out a happy sigh. “I’m so glad you’re okay. Or, that you’ll be okay soon. I was so worried about you and Tilly. If I lost you, I--” Her voice trembled and she swallowed hard, trying to stop the runaway train of emotion. These were not healing vibes. Wiping hard at her eyes with the back of her hand, she continued with a bright smile, “Have you met any cute nurses? Or better yet, cute doctors?”

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bcnjyfcnwiick‌:

Tired shoulders rolled into a stretch while the man swallowed a yawn. Yesterday had been a long day followed by an even longer mission. Nothing eventful happened, still, Benjy found his energy-draining and his mind wandering over to alternative means of energy.  Wand out, casting a quick charm to heat the kettle. he busied himself with the word at hand. It was still too early && the pub was quiet, DEAD really. This gave the dark-haired man plenty of time to himself. Just as the thought crossed his mind he heard the door open, capturing his attention. “One moment.” Came the abrupt greeting, as he finished making his coffee, before turning to face the potential customer. 

With all the stress going on lately, Daisy was in extra need of comfort food. And a pub was just perfect for that, even if it was a bit early in the day. It was also possibly too early for drinking, but she had never let that stop her before. Limits were for people who didn’t believe in themselves. Her face lit up when she saw the person working behind the counter was someone she knew. Friends were like flowers, and she loved to surround herself with all different kinds. She and Benjy had never been close, but they were familiar enough from their Hufflepuff days. “Benjy!” she greeted excitedly, taking a seat at the bar. “I have the patience of a hummingbird, but I do keep saying I want to get better at it, so I’ll practice now.” Folding her hands in front of her, she did her best to wait calmly for Benjy to finish with his coffee. It was torture. How did people do this all the time? When he finally turned to her, she beamed. “I want something comforting. With a good aura. The kind of food that wraps you up like a blanket, you know?” She waved one of her hands in front of her. “Oh! And how are you? I should’ve started there, but hunger makes me rude sometimes. I’m sorry.”

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Worrying was something Daisy tried not to do very often. It was a terrible aura, and then there was that whole thing about frown lines. But with her best friends in the hospital, it was impossible not to do. They had been hurt, and she had been assured over and over again that they were going to be okay, but what if they weren’t? But she had to be the strong one, the one holding things together, as the worst she had sustained was a burn so minor it barely needed treating. Still, this was an unusual place for her to be. She hoped she did a good job; her friends deserved the best.

She had had to sweet talk her way past two nurses, because apparently bringing balloons, flowers, a blanket, and two boxes of pastries was considered “excessive”. Which was ridiculous, because wasn’t life meant to be lived to excess? Otherwise you were only reaching part of your potential.

Just managing to push the door open with her hip without dropping everything, Daisy put a beaming smile onto her face, even as her heart ached to see Greta in a hospital bed. Terrible auras, all around. “Surprise! The Cheer and Comfort Committe is here! And don’t worry, I didn’t bake anything myself, so it’s all edible.”

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tildenxtoots‌:

it felt good to have daisy in his arms, to know that she was okay. tilden kept whispering to her that he was there, and his grip on her body was tight. he felt such relief, his forehead against her head, his eyes closing for a brief second. just to hold her for a little bit longer, even in a situation like this. it’s all he ever wanted. yet, his body told him that it hurt and should probably get away and patched up.

before he could stand up straight, tilden was being pulled back towards her and she kissed him. she kissed him for only a second, but it surprised him. his hand coming to cup her cheek, he wanted more than anything to lean back down and kiss her again, and again, and again. the situation was too dire, and he could only gently push her back. his face and arm was starting to burn, and the glass was stabbing into his back. “my back is what’s bothering me the most. stall nearly fell on me!” recalling the incident, trying to stumble back from the falling stall but had his feet slip from under him and he landed on his back. he had rubbed his eyes and coughed his way out of the mess. 

she was so cute and her words meant a lot to him, and he wanted to ponder on them but his mind was racing to leave. “we should apparate out of here.” apparition was the fastest way out of the situation. they could run, but tilden’s body was screaming it was tired and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep going. the adrenaline starting to wear off once the relief came flooding in.  he tells her, a soft smile on his face and his thumb stroking her skin. “you’re going to have to apparate us out, sweetheart. okay? can you do that?” 

the sun, the sun, the sun. he had found the sun again and for this moment everything was sunny and bright. although, they hadn’t made up from the fight — he still worried about her. and gods, who cared about that fight right now? she had been gone and it was hollow, but she’s here in his arms and they were going to get away from the fire. he would be able to hold her better, kiss her better, and damn it all. damn it all, he loved her and if he had to keep chasing her forever and play the game. damn it all, damn it all.

Everything would be fine now, good, even. She had found her Tilly, her sunshine, the other half of her smile. How could the smoke block out the light when she had it right here in her arms? She snuggled into him like she was burrowing into home, safe and secure now that he wasn’t lost anymore.

In some ways, he was always a little lost to her-- or was she a little lost to him? They kept finding each other, over and over they would fit together like puzzle pieces, but somehow the picture they made wasn’t quite right. That was what their fight had been about, after all. He wanted a different picture, one she didn’t know how to paint. Or maybe she knew, but she was too scared to try. 

She felt brave in this moment, though, with his hand on her cheek, grounding her to the earth. If only they could figure out how to float away together.

And then he spoke, and her comforting world shattered. Her heart skittered like a rabbit’s as she gripped tighter at him, all the worries of losing him crashing over her again. He was hurt, hurt, and not the kind of hurt she could fix with kisses and a smile and silly words. 

Sweetheart. 

It was steadying in just the way she needed, filling her with strength, his strength, their strength. She was always better when she was with him. Why did she always have to keep relearning that?

Nodding, she pushed a smile onto her face, wanting to give him whatever bits of comfort and hope that she could, tiny as they were. Her flowers got so trampled sometimes. “Yes. Yes, I’ll get us out of here, I can do it. You’re going to be okay, Tilly, I’m here.” Closing her eyes, she thought for a moment, concentrating hard before with a pop! and a sickening swirl in her gut they moved, reappearing at the emergency entrance of St. Mungo’s. 

She beamed, a little surprised she had actually done it without splinching either of them. It was hard to believe he had trusted her that much. But then, he had always trusted her with much more, with his heart. Maybe she could try to take care of that, too. Maybe she could be good enough for such a precious task.

“We’re here, darling. Can you walk inside? Lean on me if you need to, I’m right here.” And she wasn’t going anywhere.

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tildenxtoots‌:

tilden paused in the crowd, thinking he just heard his name being called. he looked around but still didn’t spot daisy. he pushed through the crowd, going every which way just to hear if the voice got closer. eventually, he kept hearing his name and for one last scan of the crowd his eyes fell onto her. it was automatic then, his arms coming around her waist and holding her close. he closed his eyes, breathing her in and trying to tame his wild heart. 

“daisy…” he murmured into her hair, full of relief. “couldn’t — you hurt  —  ?” tilden couldn’t even form the right words, could barely yell it over the crowd with how relieved and out of breath he was to find her. he pushed her hair back behind her ears, looking her in the eyes and smiling. a stupid smile amoung all the chaos and fire, because he had found her and she was the sun. she was everything. 

it wasn’t long before he was starting to feel his injuries, and he let out a grunt of pain. his smile faltering and his face turning into a pinched look. “i — stall fell and i got hurt.” he tried to explain to her. 

Her heart was pounding in her chest and she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t, she had forgotten how to. Tilden pulled her in close and she clung to him just as tightly, flinging her arms around his neck. She gasped in a lungful of air then, finally, trying to breathe in his scent. She nearly cried when she realized it was mixed with smoke. How close had she come to losing him?

She couldn’t seem to let go of him, even as he pulled back enough to look at her, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, his shirt, his upper arms, the way his fingers had always gripped her heart. She shook her head at his question, eyes wet with happy tears and face lit by a smile. How could she be hurt, how could she be anything but wonderful as long as she had him?

And how much longer could she keep pretending that having him completely-- or maybe it was letting him have her-- was exactly what she needed?

Her smile dropped at his obvious pain, and with effort she forced her fingers to grip less tightly. “Oh, Tilly,” she whispered. “What happened? Where are you hurt? How can I help?” She pulled in close again, not able to help herself from pressing a quick, desperate kiss to his lips. She’d blame it on the adrenaline later. “I’m right here; I’m not leaving you. Not ever.”

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gxcatchlove‌:

   Greta had half the mind to explain she knew at least that much, but– then she’d let it go. There was no need with Daisy. She didn’t have to always understand, and she felt comfortable her friend wouldn’t judge her for it. For all they were alike, they were still their own people and seeing auras was just a gift Greta was assured Daisy had been born with. Just like Tilden, with his plant-language ways. Greta didn’t hear them, but she took Tilden for his word. In turn, none of them seemed quite as convinced a bowl of soup could change the world as the blonde herself. 

A warm snort of laughter escaped her as the booth attendees gaze drifted towards her, as if double-checking to see if Daisy was as serious as she let on. The blonde just nodded. “I promise, after her, i’ll be a walk in the park.” Her brows furrowed briefly, if only because all the things she’d read indicated that mermaids looked a bit intimidating. She was admittedly very curious to see the face painting artist at work. Greta would likely enjoy watching the woman paint Daisy’s face more than she would enjoy actually getting her own done. Other people’s creative endeavors fascinated her. “She’s harmless by the way, just excitable–” Greta tossed an affectionate wink toward her friend, trying to reassure the booth attendant. 

Daisy was a little intense for some people. Perhaps most people. She saw the world in different hues than most others did, and she believed in the world she saw with all the intensity of an evangelist. Luckily for her, she had found Greta-- or had Greta found her?-- and the universe had gifted her with someone who welcomed her with open arms. Daisy was genuinely herself around everybody, but with Greta, she didn’t have to worry about how that was coming across.

“Maybe we should get matching paints,” she burst out in excitement, hardly noticing Greta smoothing things over with the attendant. “No, no, that wouldn’t work; our auras are all different today.” She shook her head, rolling her eyes at herself for such a ridiculous thought. The booth attendant started to work on Daisy first, motioning her to the chair, which was probably for the best as Daisy was liable to change her mind on the design if it took too long. As she began painting, Daisy beamed up at Greta. “Isn’t this wonderful? Like candy store days and no cares.” She sighed lightly. “Don’t you wish we could go back to it, sometimes? To being children? Without all this... weightiness.” She gave her head a little shake, which didn’t seem to please the booth attendant, who was attempting to paint sparkly scales down her cheek. “Too much dark colors these days.”

[dazeydaisyx]

Laundry

delicate but strong. blue like the night sky and promises forever kept. flowers that won’t wilt and don’t need tending.

[[for a date night with Tilden]]

[dazeydaisyx]

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[dazeydaisyx]

✧

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[dazeydaisyx]

✧

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).