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@f4rgd
#F4RGD independent multimuse written by roo. ( 32. she / her ). private and selective. modern and fantasy verses. contains both original characters and canon muses. currently back from a long hiatus so be patient with me whilst i find my tootsies again. more info coming soon !!
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soooooo I would like to come back and write here. If I can clean it up enough for my liking then I'm going to turn this blog into a multimuse. If not, I'll remake and throw up a link when I'm all done! Either way Aks is staying and the rest will be fantasy ocs/a few canon muses from various media.
*blogs dust off blog*
i will leave with some of my men. wait until you have word from us. we shall get aelfwynn out of the fortress, then you can attack.
I was a dog and he held the leash —The Pagan Lord by Bernard Cornwell
alfred x uhtred + biblical love by flower face, part 1
I was gonna come back and then I accidentally deleted my pinned post. Maybe this is my sign to disappear again 😭
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I'm trrrrrrrying to come back
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“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!” @f4rgd / shit i've said to my cat
With a laugh, he groans and shoves at him again. " Aye, that’s th’bloody problem, " and he wriggles himself free and sprawls on his blanket, arms loose, lifting his arms to scrub fingers through sweat-damp hair before he pushes himself up on his elbows. " It’s fuckin’ hot and yer a fuckin’ furnace, I’m dyin’. "
It’s nighttime, and he’s never suffered heat well — he likes the cold, the snow. But these last couple days have been miserable, and even once the sun goes down? Fuck, it’s just dark and sweltering. " How d’people live like this? I’m goin’ to go sleep in th’fuckin’ river. Wait, there’s no fuckin’ river because we’re in the fuckin’ desert. "
He does, however, give him a look, and that’s apologetic. " I want to. Fuck, I want to. I’m just. So fuckin’ hot I may die. "
He's a little clingy and he knows it, especially at night time no matter the weather. If it was cold he'd be wrapped around Paerin as if his life depended on it, if it's hot he usually has an arm and half his body cuddling him still. Sleeps never come particularly easy for him and just touching the warden seems to make that a little easier.
Except tonight he can't even lay his damn over his because Paerin's tossing and turning and then shoving him. Aksel groans into the makeshift pillow and pulls his arms away. " Have I mentioned how dramatic you are? " He grumbles and lifts his head to watch him sprawl out on the blanket.
" There is no fucking river. " He copied Paerin, lips pursed tightly together trying not to laugh. Though the more he watched him struggle the hotter it was making him feel and suddenly he was feeling clammy and hot. " Gods, it's contagious. " Lifting his legs, Aksel kicked the covers from himself shoving the blankets out of the way. He grunts and rolls onto his front but casts his gaze back to Paerin and he sees the apologetic look and sighs. " Where is your water? Did you drink it all? You were supposed to sip it. "
These boats are terrible. He’s fairly certain that it’s all Fade nonsense — that it doesn’t really matter, that even if he fell off he’d somehow find himself back in the boat. But it doesn’t change the raw fear of it all — he’s uncomfortable with heights in the best of times, and everything about this seems manufactured to be the worst of it all. Crumbling rock, holes in the world, fragile bridges, islands hanging in the voids ——
The light little thump as the boat docks makes him grit his teeth, and he has to positively pry himself off the sides with a force of will he’s exercised too often in these recent days. And then, shaking a little, he carefully —— carefully —— steps out, bracing one hand on the rock and stepping off with one leg and not letting go until he’s certain his footing is sound. It’s only then that he can send a squint back to Aksel.
" No, " he grouses, grumpily, sulking a little. " I’m fuckin’ not. " He is, though: he manages to get his feet back under him, and he just announces, broadly, " Fuck the Fade, " with a kind of bluntness that’s almost comical if he didn’t mean every word. Of course, before all this, the last time he was in the Fade involved every fear and insecurity of his getting pulled out and laid naked, so he may be a little biased in giving it many chances.
At least the trip to the next eluvian is short, and making their way through it is a little easier since it’s moving back into the material realm, and he can take a deep breath of forest air, and that relaxes him considerably. " Where we goin’? Th'camp first? "
For the majority of the boat ride Aksel keeps his gaze on Paerin even if he tries to be discreet about it. His eyes wander whilst he does his best to keep his head locked in place. They've been together long enough to know one another inside out, he can tell when the warden has tensed up and even a little fearful but he doesn't point it out - doesn't want to make a big deal out of it. Sometimes that makes it worse.
When he asks him about his jelly legs it's a light joke but his way of checking in. A small smile appears on his lips and he reaches for him to give his forearm a gentle squeeze as if to say he knows. " Fuck the fade. " His lips curl into a smirk as he looks back to Paerin. " When we go home you should get that tattooed, preferably on your lower back so I can you know... fuck the fade. "
Aksel's not far behind them when they reach the next eluvian and then he's relived when the forest appears in front of them. " I know where we have to go so we can go straight there unless you need the camp? they might have some more pie or something to get rid of this gas. " He hit his stomach lightly with his fist like it's going to help get rid of the bloating but it does nothing, only a gasp of air leaves him. " Lets go. "
He takes the path that avoids the camp, maybe in part because they're late and he'd rather not see the disappointed faces of the veil jumpers as they make their way through. There's a good ten minutes of walking through old ruins and buildings, following the water and then the waterfalls before he recognises the spot that had been described to him - the one where one of the veil jumpers had been seen. " A- ha! One of them should be - " He looked to the direction of one of the veil jumper's voices and squinted. " Of course there are more fucking relics. We should have brought Bellara. "
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aksel believes in ghosts and insists on trying to summon one at every sleepover.
aksel has a pet dog.
aksel is very willing to eat inedible things.
aksel sings in the shower.
aksel does not know what sleep is.
aksel was dropped out of a window as a child.
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aksel can't sit in a chair properly.
aksel has a sword under their bed.
aksel is not allowed to drink energy drinks.
aksel is smart, but also very stupid.
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gonna turn this into a dual blog to make life easier and revive back into my writing. might take me a few days but we move.
can't tell wherever I should bother fixing my shit here or just leaveeeeee.
It’s strange, in some ways. He’s not —— scared of commitment, per se, but he’s not been eager to jump into it, either. Commitment is for people who don’t have their kind of baggage — who aren’t trying to save the world, who aren’t heroes ( even if he’d scoff at himself being labeled thus ), who weren’t given the promise of an early death at the bottom of a chalice. They are beings who are supposed to scrape the top of that world, getting satisfaction where they can, moving on when it proves unsustainable.
But for the first time in all his years, he feels that little wiggling promise of wanting more. He wants — this. He wants him. He wants the late nights and early mornings and tangled limbs and petty overtired arguments. He wants the shared blankets, the warm weight of skin on skin, he wants every night spent wrapped up in one another and every morning the same. And so the admission comes easy. He’s not scared of it. He’s not even afraid of it not being returned. It’s just — plain as anything he’s ever felt, and has felt for awhile.
" En’t nervous, " he protests, but it’s with a little smile admitting the opposite, and he can’t deny the little flush of relief when he returns it. He kisses him, then, returning the kiss with a sharp inhale and setting his hand upon his cheek, luring him closer. " Maybe that’s the best kind. Love through bein’ screwed —— Maker, that sounds worse’n I intended it. " He exhales a laugh, then, more air than sound. " Me too. More’n enough for me, too. Shit, I feel like all I’ve needed it you for a long time. "
It's not a feeling he'd ever thought he'd experience really. His upbringing had been rough and in the end he'd just developed a tendency to sleep around, to remain unattached and cope by himself. It's what he'd started to do here too, but he'd always caught himself looking in Paerin's direction whilst trying to deny it to himself. But he'd also caved quickly, it hadn't taken much for him to convince himself that he was worth the risk.
Love hadn't been something he'd thought was on the cards but it had crept up on him quickly. He'd known he loved him but saying it out loud before the warden was ready to say it felt dangerous. He didn't want to mess this up, he really didn't want to mess this up. " No not at all. Nerves of steel. " A small smile rest on his lips as he leaned in to steal another quick kiss.
" Mhmm, I do love being screwed. " Aksel's trying not to laugh as he presses his lips together and moves a little closer so he's pressing against Paerin's side. " Oh love through being screwed? I heard you wrong. My mistake. " He teases him as his fingers drop to his partners chest tracing circles against his skin through the hairs there. " Never thought I would say this might have been the best thing to ever happen to me but I met you so I guess it is. " There isn't exactly a list of moments and memories he remembers but if there was this would be at the top of it. " Just... do me a favour and try not to die? since I am a little attached to you now. That is all I ask. "
