𝐎𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡,

[deathlace]

#𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄.    independent & private  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄. blog will contain heavy topics such as  (  but not limited to  ):  murder, gore, cannibalism, stalking, obsessions, etc.  follow at your own discretion. 𝟐𝟎+ 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀. est. april 2024.

[deathlace]

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea. // for Johnny, from Nance.

                                                               @finalslay

There was a clattering of chains, footsteps stumbling back as it to gain some distance between them. To think she was always like this, so skittish one moment, only ready to rear her head and bite the hand that chose to feed her. Truth be told, she should have been dead long ago. If he’d not had any say in it, she’d have been buried under the sunflowers out back by his all-too-eager mother some months back. Merciful, even when he was raised not to be- knowing it was risky, keeping a girl around as feisty as she was. But it wasn’t all bad, at least on the days she wanted to behave. The tug and pull was normal, some days she longed for his affections, and others- like now- did she try and force him away. Not that she’d get far, in fact, she knew damn well there was nowhere for her to go at all. Why he couldn’t help but laugh, even as she forced space between them, leaving him high and dry despite the taste of her still lingering on his lips.

“Come on now darlin’- no sense in shying away now… You and I both know why you ended up here.” Curiosity, like a moth to a flame, how many girls made the same mistake as her, once upon a time- yet it didn’t end as well for them. Whether or not she was living on borrowed time well, only time would truly tell. If she played her cards right, maybe it wouldn’t have to end in bloodshed. All she had to do was play along. Which meant giving in to her desires. 

“You just couldn’t resist, could you? Now look where you wound up, a pretty little thing, in over her head…” How his wolfish grin only grew, flashing canines like a dog ready to bite. He wouldn’t ask, nor care much what she’d think, closing that space between them like a predator, ready to overtake his prey. A hand would move to grasp her jaw, forcing her to look his way. How his own head would tilt at the sight of her, the silence almost tangible as he’d look her over, studying her, before a thumb would come to trace her bottom lip, a low, guttural noise stirring from somewhere deep within. Desire, amusement, and something akin to hunger lingering in his gaze as he’d speak.

“How’s about we try again, hm? This time do it right…”

[feralghouls]

VAULTGHOUL PARALLELS - 1x01 / 1x04

[deathlace]

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach. // for waylon…….

                                                               @carnagewed

This is wrong, he knew this was wrong- but somewhere along the line, the voice in his head that once screamed out to refrain began to slip away. Where, or why, he wasn’t entirely sure- the passage of time seeming to take the parts of the man he once was. Like a painting, worn and weathered in time, the visions of his past life grew faded at the edges, cracked and tarnished beyond recognition. Something he tried to deny- to come to terms with the acceptance of his newfound life. Yet at times like this, it was almost all too easy to confess. He couldn’t remember the faces of his family, wife and child, now nothing more than Rorschach spots- black inky nothing behind his eyes. Acceptance, in knowing there was no returning to the person that once was.

Where once, shame might have encompassed his being, now only pleasure would follow suit. To think once he might have fought away his advances, felt ashamed in the act of loving another. Day by day, the notion faded away, his name, his role, coming easier now as he’d submit to his touch. Gluskin’s bride- his pretty little wife. The titles and names felt familiar now, as did the touch of his groom, the longer the nights went on. Once the dress was pulled away, and flesh lay bare before him- how his heart would leap at the sight of his lover before him. His towering frame, such contrast to his own, feeling smaller, delicate beneath him, as lips would claim what was rightfully his. A hand would come to stroke through his dark hair, quietly admiring the further he ventured down. It would be a lie to say he didn’t crave his touch, his body trembling in pleasure, the longer he’d linger south. 

“Eddie-” his name fell softly from his lips, desire reflecting in the soft tremble of his voice. His hips would move, his lower back arching from where he lay beneath him, the self control within him dying out as he’d submit to him in that moment, chasing the sensation of his lips. Fingers would settle at the nape of his neck, giving a firm, loving squeeze, as if it might convince him to stop and reflect on where affection could lead. When in truth? He didn't want him to pause, nor pull away. Logic would fall away for pure desire- for in that moment? all he wanted was him.

"Don't stop-"

[maditronn]

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[deathlace]

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite / John @ Javier

                                                               @1abyrinths

The space was secluded, tucked far enough back in the trees that no soul in their right mind would come looking for them. Truth be told, not even the gang would likely find them even if they tried. It started off as a simple request- scout around- find homesteads that might be easy enough to sneak into. Robbing, looting, it was something that’d grown to be a specialty of his in his time within the gang, and why it was he above all others that was sent out, time and time again. Not that he minded it, in fact, sometimes privacy was needed. A break from the group. The bickering, the fighting- but there was the rare occasion that company was preferred over isolation. Mainly it was him. His one exception.

This gave them an excuse for time spent together. No eyes or ears to suspect a thing, no need to rush something good. A makeshift tent was all the two needed for the night, hardly strung up beside an isolated pond. To him, it was enough, to allow himself a moment to be greedy, taking all his time and attention from the others. It seemed even John longed for solace, a desire that seemed to be lingering in the back of his mind. He could tell by his touch, the way his body moved with purpose, taking no time to invade his space, slotting himself perfectly between his open legs. 

It was an act of trust, to expose himself to another in this way. How often he hid that part of himself away, his neck a reminder of just how close he’d come to death all those years ago. The jagged scar was not one he revealed to anyone- his partner being one of the only few he’d give such space to. No doubt the fluttering of his pulse could be felt against his lips, fingers in turn tangling into long, dark locks in response. He’d grown accustomed to keeping quiet, their love so often brief and fleeting, he’d learned to keep hush for them both. But it was clear this time was different- that John wanted to hear his pleasure. His hips would shift to meet his own, greedily rocking as thighs would squeeze against his waist. The more he moved, the more responsive the wolf of a man became- once tender kisses growing in passion, until a sudden flash of canines would playfully meet his skin, his grip tightening in response. 

“John-” How his tone felt almost cautionary- as if warning him what might happen if he’d continue. Yet he seemed to have no intention of stopping, feeling his lips only continue their path down the curve of his neck. His free hand would slip between them, tugging loose the buttons of his shirt, giving the man free range to continue. “Been waiting for a moment alone like this- guess it’s safe to say you were too…” A breathy little laugh would escape him, while hands would boldly shift further down the space between them, finding the weight of his lover's belt buckle, and giving it a playful tug to loosen where it sat. “How about we take our time with this job… make sure it’s done right…” As if it wasn’t the last thing on his mind- but he’d make excuses where they were needed, preparing for whatever scolding might await them, once they’d return to camp. 

[deathlace]

I forgot to put him back on the roster here but I'll be adding Johnny from the TCM game back over here. Had him on a solo blog for a while but now I'll shift him here since the fandom I imagine is dead. @markedprey is moved here for the time being.

[mcflymemes]

DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES *  send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt, nsfw implied

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead

[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together

[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught

[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose

[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses

[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear

[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss

[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep

[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight

[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss

[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss

[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession

[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth

[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of receiver's fingertips

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time

[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss

[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss

[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains

[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach

[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in

[ maybe ] sender and receiver are best friends and experiment with a kiss to see where it goes

[gameplaydaily]

Come on. It's gonna be fine.

SILENT HILL 2 Remake (2024) dev. by Bloober Team

[deathlace]

are you trying to get yourself killed ? - artemy to daniil!

                                                               @lesalut

Ironic, that he of all people, one whose sworn goal was to defy death itself, clung to his own life with each passing day. To think he’d entered this town with one goal in mind: searching for means of immorality, no matter the cost. What he’d never anticipated, was the reality that befell before him. Never one had he expected that a quick trip to a quaint town would have him one foot in the grave. Such as it were in these tales- a man makes plans, and god himself laughs at those who believe they can defy him. 

He should have known better than to travel after dark, the way the town breathed infection from one district to another. With it came its rabble, thieves and thugs who sought to abuse the sad state of this town. Never did they care who their next victim would be, innocent, elderly, let alone a man who claimed to be a doctor. The only time they listened was when they faced the barrel of a gun. Even then it could not stop the occasional confident madman, which left him in the sorry state the man had found him. 

A cold sheen of sweat had begun to wash over him, the remnants of tobacco and smoke lingering on his clothes as he’d forced himself to stand. He’d only planned on resting a moment, safe from the cutthroats and pest that contaminated the district down the road. His mask hung loosely around his neck, risking a lingering sickness for the sake of his needed vice. One of many- yet the only one on hand for the pain he felt in that very moment. Thankful, at the least, the blade he’d encountered only went so deep. A hand would press to the wound beneath his coat, attempting to hide the sorry state he’d found him in, and push onward with hope he’d not catch wind of the copper that pooled beneath. 

“On the contrary, I was actually trying to help the inhabitants of this godforsaken town, if I must explain myself to you.”  Ashamed to admit he’d been caught off guard, having no desire to dwell on the notion he could- and should very well be dead. Yet despite the throbbing of his head, and the tumbling of misplaced steps, his voice held no malicious intent towards his other half. The surgeon cared for the same reasons he did- they needed each other, fates forcefully tied into knots on the day they both arrived in this place. 

“The locals here are far from friendly as of late- not that they were even on the first day of my arrival, but I digress- I helped who was in need, with luck they'll live another day.” The remnants of his rolled cigarette were cast aside, the inky stain of blood evident on his leather glove as he’d returned it to his wound. “Stillwater calls to me, I’m in need of rest, morphine, anything to help me make it through this night.” He could feel his own shoulder brush against the man at his side, but made no effort to meet his piercing gaze.

“Walk with me-” A demand, yet more so a request- fear that he’d not make it back alive on his own, should any more unwanted guests arrive.

[deathlace]

care to join me for a bit ? / james @ maria

                                                                 @1abyrinths

It was an unexpected gesture, simple, yet it meant more to her than he would ever know. To be needed was one thing, to be wanted another. It was something, in truth, that she was still getting used to. To think, when they’d met, it was a constant push and pull with him. How obvious that inner turmoil would lay evident upon his expression, lost in hazel hues and a pinched brow. Endearing, in his own way. What she wouldn’t give for just a moment in his mind, know what exactly played behind those fleeting eyes. Was she really such a curse to look at? Was the memory of her still so strong? What quirks did she have of Mary’s that were unknown even to her? Secrets she’d never truly know. 

But how she wouldn’t take such a moment for granted. Painted lips upturning in the softest smile, a gentle, yet eager nod giving response. He wasn’t asking for much, fresh air through the garden, along the docks. A moment of respite amongst the chaos- how she couldn’t help but want the same. “It wouldn't hurt to take a break, stop and smell the roses, as they say…” Her hand would find his, her delicate fingers intertwining with his own. “Nothing wrong with a little lover’s hideaway, no eyes or ears. I’m almost certain that spot keeps the monsters away… maybe they know it’s sacred, or maybe they’re just being kind for our sake.” A soft hum would pass through her lips at the notion, leading the way with a confident stride. “What I wouldn't give for a little sunshine... maybe one day we can go to a real beach. Somewhere less cold and lonely- make a little place of our own, far away from here..." A girl could dream, and only hope he'd feel the same.

[alenseress]

Haunted estate au — RE8

[moldcursed]

the air crackles, almost like it would right before a storm. it’s heavy with electricity, heavy with a weight that ethan knows means trouble. sure enough, it is soon followed by a tug — karl yanks at every piece of metal on ethan's body, but none of them have ethan scowling more than when he grabs his damn hand. it feels almost like a violation, karl using the thing he'd created for him in such a way ; he yanks him in closer and closer, and ethan's own attempts at resistance are futile.

“ let go of me. ” the words are laced with venom, ethan tugging against his grip to no avail. “ please. ” the hands holding him in place are a particular type of frustrating, but those damn words that follow sink under his skin and worm their way into his veins. his jaw tightens, blue eyes flaming as he glares up at the other man. images flash in ethan's mind, a horrible flicker of sights that he doesn't want to think about : black decay spreading and growing until it takes over everything, rotting and corrupting. it makes him want to be sick, yet here the iron lord is, telling him to own up to it.

ethan can't do that.

he just can't.

“ shut your goddamn mouth, ” ethan breathes, voice shifting from its earlier rage into something eerily calm. “ just ... shut the fuck up. you don't know what you're talking about. ” there's a particular kind of pain that comes with hearing all those words — monster, freak, threat — fall from karl's lips. it stings, like a knife piercing right through his chest. the truth hurts, after all. still, it doesn't make it any easier to deal with : the doubts and fears that loom within him, always right there under the surface, brought to life.

every word echoes within his mind, bouncing around his skull in a cruel, taunting echo. he can't stand it — he can't stand the hands wrapped around his wrists, holding him in place. he can't stand the expectant look on karl's face. all of it is too much. too overwhelming.

ethan isn't fully aware of it, the fact that, standing here, he's stopped breathing. another sign, another reminder that he isn't normal. he isn't fully aware of it, the way that his fingertips have blackened with decay, the black creeping its way slowly up karl's chest. all he knows is that he has to get away from him, no matter what the cost. he cannot deal with this right now. it hurts too damn much.

get away. get away. get away.

the panic is too strong. the anger is too much.

he doesn't expect it to work — after all, why would it? — but regardless ethan shoves against him with all his might.

[deathlace]

Each retort was like a spark, flint and steel with each biting threat that would eventually ignite into a blaze. That was what he wanted from him, the potential he knew lay dormant beneath the surface, the only thing stopping him being that wall in his mind he’d created for himself. All he had to do was push, watch the cracks form until it crumbled, and see that this man- try as he might to front as something normal- was anything but that. Two sides of the same coin, but the difference between them, was that he’d never been forced to let it out. 

He had it easy, being turned into the man he was now. Death, and rebirth, to be granted the gift of immortal life without such suffering- he almost envied him. Nothing that compared to the pain he’d endured, the way his village decayed and twisted from the inside out. Never did he have to feel rage the way he did, that burning desire for revenge that consumed him. What motivated him even now, that wild look in his eyes reflecting the fire that would never die in him. Miranda made him this way- and despite her being gone- her scars would always remain.

Ethan’s gift was one that needed to be harnessed, to learn to control it should anyone try to hurt them again. In the eyes of everyone else, they were weapons, dangerous assets that needed to be contained. He needed Ethan to prove he could fight, should they one day need it to protect their family. 

His eyes would glow behind their shades, scarred lips upturning in a wicked, toothy grin. How he could feel that shift between them, the way his skin grew cold- unnatural to the touch. “I know Ethan, I know well because I am just like you. People don’t see us as anything but a threat. You think anyone gives a fuck about you or I? Even little Rose? You’re wrong. It’s us against them, Ethan.” How he couldn’t help but laugh to himself, even as the mold began to consume him. The comfort of his lover’s embrace, becoming a reality as it spread through him. His clothes growing damp and cold, feeling it creep through to his skin beneath. How his mycete longed for the embrace of his lover’s own infection, squirming in his chest where his own heart should be. To become part of his decay was a death he one day longed for- but for now- it was a glimpse of what would one day come. 

“That’s it Ethan-” His praise would fall breathlessly, before a hand would shift from his metal wrist, taking vice grip against his throat to prove a point. No pulse, cold as a corpse to the touch. With a single, swift motion, he’d lift the other, only to send him to the dirt- flat on his back. The man was solid, dense, and if he stood any chance, he’d have to work harder than that. It was almost too easy, so for a brief moment in time, he’d give him freedom from his powers- see if he stood a chance, even with him on top. “-Don’t stop now! I’m expecting a show…”

[deathlace]

how did you get this scar ? goosey :^)

                                                                 @deadmare

It was a strange sort of domesticity they’d developed in their time together, at least it felt that way for her. This life was something entirely new, living day by day, never knowing what might come next, or where they’d rest their head for the night. Why it was a relief, those nights they’d find something akin to shelter- a run down shack that had something that resembled a roof and walls, or in their case, a settlement which offered lodging for only a few caps a night. She’d take what she could get, knowing that so long as they locked the door, they’d be somewhat safe for the night.

It gave her a chance to let her guard down, freshen up for the long road ahead. In truth, a part of her never expected him to look her way- and try as she might to be modest, there was only so much she could do in a one bedroom space with little to no privacy. Her shirt needed to be washed, and she wasn’t about to take this moment of respite for granted. Even if it meant exposing herself for a time- but it seemed the jagged scar wouldn’t go unnoticed. A stark contrast to the rest of her unmarred flesh, for in the vault, being hurt to such a degree was almost unheard of. The worst for some was a papercut, a slip of a razor when shaving, a scrape of the knee, but this? This scar was made with an intent to kill- surely he could pick up on that. 

“Oh, this?” As if there were anything other scars to compare to, a finger would gently trace over the surface, her brow softly knitting as visions of that night would flicker through her mind. “I know it might be difficult to believe, but this was actually prior to me leaving my vault. Well, rather it was the reason all this started- what with my father being taken from my vault, me venturing after him against the better wishes of my vault. Breaking myself out to come and find him all sort of came from… this.” It was in that moment that she realized the truth- that’d never once had she brought this up. Maybe expecting him to ask, but how was he ever to assume? Her gaze would drop to the floor, her usual confidence wavering in such subtleties. Teeth trapping her lower lip, hands coming together before her, subtly tracing over the finger they’d once exchanged. Would he think less of her, knowing the truth? 

“I was married once, and by that I mean... for a few hours?” Her description was hardly helping her cause, “It’s a long story. In my vault, I was unable to find a suitable marriage partner, and when that happens well, unfortunately you have to find other means of contributing to the vault. Not ideal, to marry someone you don’t know, but I wanted to do my part so… I married a stranger. Turns out he wasn’t actually from a vault so…”

She knew when she was rambling too much, so she’d stop herself, assuming he wouldn’t care all too much for the details. “We didn’t... work out, you could say.”

[deathmarked-a1]

EXHAUSTION WEIGHED HEAVY. with everything he'd endured ( physically .. mentally ), it was a miracle he'd even the energy to LEAVE THAT PLACE rather than merely opting to sleep the nightmares ( the guilt ) away, right there in that parking lot. though it'd seem as though the desire to GET AWAY proved stronger than his desire for rest, & so the moment they'd both entered the car had he taken them from that place; the drive long, quiet ( save for the sound of the radio as it returned to a state of normalcy ). at least it was, until her voice chimed through the static of his mind. a motel. a place to rest, to clean up. to put silent hill behind themselves. it wasn't a bad idea, & something that was much needed for both of them— hence his willingness to agree to the suggestion with a quiet 'okay'.

the suite was cozy ( though after all he'd gone through, so was the car ). small, yet fit enough for the two of them to call a TEMPORARY REFUGE for the night. his movements are idle as he steps further into the quaint, little room; hazel eyes taking in all its aspects as fingers graze over top the lacquered finish of the tv stand ( free of dust & grime, a nice change in comparison to the DILAPIDATED state of where he'd just come from ). safe. if he were to describe how he felt in this place in but a single word, it would be safe .. & it's with that realization ( alongside maria's voice chiming in once more ) that the exhaustion overtaking his person finally begins to set in full force.

slowly does his body turn towards her, then; lips parting as though words were to fall out, only to shut once more as his gaze looked over her, instead. how surreal this was. to be here in this place. with her. HOW UNDESERVING HE WAS. pulled from his thoughts once more by her voice, gaze steadies 'pon her face; his hands coming to wring together.

❝   i— .. yeah.   ❞ voice is kept quiet, soft ( just as it always has been with her ); his body pivoting further to face her more. ❝   .. you should try to get some rest, too.   ❞ lord knows she needed it, too, despite everything. ❝   i should be fine— don't let me keep you up.   ❞

[deathlace]

There it was, the response falling from his lips seeming more like a reflex, at least, that’s how she’d come to know him. Despite all the torment, all that he’d endure, somehow he still found it within himself to push her away. Not out of malicious intent, but in the way a man would hide his suffering to appear stronger than he truly was. How could one see the things he had, and not desire even an ounce of comfort? The very thought left painted lips pursing into something resembling a pout, subtle, to match the small twinge of her brow, her head slightly tilting to a side as if confused by his response. Alone and safe, yet still he seemed so alone. 

“James..?” His name fell softly from her lips, the sound of her heels scuffing hard wood floor as she’d rise to meet him once more. Her hands would reach for his, small and soft in contrast to the worn down palms of a man who fought tooth and nail to keep them both alive. How she could feel the tension through the contact, her eyes bright and attentive as she’d gauge his response. It was in her nature to comfort, that calling deep within herself, indescribable, the part of her that wished to take his pain away. 

“You don’t have to go through this alone. Everything you’ve seen, what you’ve endured…” Her hands would guide his own, to pull apart his anxious wringing, and find space to intertwine her own. “I’m here for you. You’re not alone anymore…”

Whether or not her words would reach him, only time would say. Still, this would not stop her from trying, determined as always to prove her point when it was needed most. Why her hands would guide his own, settling them upon her waist- as if to ground him to the moment, to hold onto something real. Giving her a chance to free her own, so that she might caress his face, fingers gently stroking the stubble of his cheek. “At least let me help you out of this coat. After all you did, to save me from that place… I want to help you, James... Please?” @1abyrinths

[gvaine]

wound tending is everything. unparalleled intimacy. let me care for you. let me touch the skin around your open flesh. let me stain my hands with your blood. let me get close and breathe in the same air as you and stare into your eyes for a few seconds too long. let me make you think of me every time you see the bandage, or scar

[taceplantae]

no rizz just sparkly loving eyes and a heart that feels ready to pour right out of my ribcage at any given time