𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯

a summary of my findings. a debrief, 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, for the sake of reminding.

[folkpoetold]

hi besties i decided to remake!! pls follow the new @folkpoet

[folkpoetold]

hi besties i decided to remake!! pls follow the new @folkpoet

[folkpoetold]

hi besties i decided to remake!! pls follow the new @folkpoet

[folkpoetold]

hi besties i decided to remake!! pls follow the new @folkpoet

[folkpoetold]

hi besties i decided to remake!! pls follow the new @folkpoet

[folkpoetold]

hi besties i decided to remake!! pls follow the new @folkpoet

[folkpoetold]

hi besties i decided to remake!! pls follow the new @folkpoet

[anoffering-a]

Her cheeks flush and her smile grows and all it does is make Gale feel even more emboldened than before. He used to think there was a small possibility that she may have felt some affection for him, but now it is undeniable. He just hopes that when he feels brave enough to share it explicitly, he won't make an ass of himself as he feels he so often does. A woman of her caliber deserves the universe — deserves to hear that she is loved beneath the starry night sky, and deserves to be loved in a way fitting of the Gods. He will think of a way to do that — even in this darkness-cursed place. He will do it because he loves her.

“ My future is not with her. Truthfully, it never has been, even when I wanted it to. ” He admits, quite vulnerably. “ If there's one thing these tadpoles have helped me do, they have helped me set my priorities in order, which has helped me see where other's priorities lie. ” He was not Mystra's top priority, as she was his. Did she even love him? “ Her word, long ago, does not do it for me. I need to live now, not in the past. ” Boldly, Gale reaches for her fingers, and gently brushes them together. “ There are people I care for. I'd much rather spend my new lease on life with them. ”

[folkpoetold]

oh. the implications are clear, and she gazes at him in wonder. in awe and admiration. laenaya has traversed the land in search of knowledge and adventure. has met paladins and sorcerers and fighters. but no one like gale. no one who can shine with such vulnerability and yet fight so fiercely. who can weave such a rich tapestry with words. she smiles around him in spite of herself. finds herself wondering what he's thinking, would he approve, is she on his mind the same way he is on hers. well, she might have her answer now. and that emboldens her. fingers catch his, joining their hands together as they walk.

❝ well then, it seems some good has come out of this whole sorry affair. ❞ it's been scary at times. she's feared for her life, and those of her friends, more time then she can count on her fingers in the last few weeks. more danger hangs over them. if ketheric doesn't kill them, then the tadpoles in their heads just might. who knows when the mysterious power her dream visitor holds over them will run out. perhaps they should make the most of the time they have. briefly gaze flickers to his lips. she wonders what it would be like to lean over and - no, she's not quite that bold yet. she doesn't want him to misunderstand. when they finally touch she wants it to be special. she wants him to feel her love. ❝ i think that's a beautiful sentiment. ❞ she gives his hand a gentle squeeze, smile turning somewhat mischievous. ❝ and i'm sure you and astarion will be lifelong friends after this. two peas in a pod, my mother would say. ❞

[maluceh]

songbird, mockingjay and dove

[warplanetarchived]

hypatia can relate on too many levels. though neither have fully detailed their parental situation (hypatia only knows vague information about @folkpoet and her mother's complaints, not anything in its entirety), she can still pinpoint pieces of laenaya's dynamic with her mother that sound a lot like her own. that ruthless pressure. those requirements. the scorn. the disruption of peace. both laenaya and hypatia are seemingly held to impossibly high standards, each with their own set of complex requirements and aggressive demands. when laenaya warns her about meeting her mother, hypatia, smiling weakly, only nods. "i understand. and you would be appalled if you met mine." with their fingers tangled, hypatia brings laenaya's hand to her lips and places a sweet kiss upon her knuckles. they still sip their tea and imbibe on its warmth, but now their clasped hands offer even more security. honestly? hypatia doesn't know what she'd do without laenaya close by. "thank you, my friend." now she brings laenaya's hand to her chest, clutching it close, refusing to let it go. "i would not be able to navigate this without you by my side, and i mean that. i'm capable, sure, but i am stronger with you here. and i'm... happier with you here," she adds, ducking her head a little, shy. "don't feel shame or guilt over your mother, lae. you're doing the best you can. i'm proud of you."

[folkpoetold]

it's a complicated twist of emotions that erupt in her gut when she thinks of her mother. frustration at her stubbornness and yet a desire to be accepted. a want to live up to expectations but a yearning to be more. her mother couldn't understand. the grove has been all she's known for centuries. their family generations of leaders. why would you want to explore the world when all you could need was right under the great oak? but laenaya never would have met hypatia if she had stayed. there would be an empty void in her life - and in her heart - that she would never know how to fill. she'd never known the feeling of a gentle kiss placed against the back of her hand. one that rids all thoughts of her mother from her mind. that pulls her ever closer, so that their thighs are pressed together. and those twisting emotions are replaced by butterflies. ❝ i'm happier being with you. ❞ a truth that fell from her lips so softly. right now laenaya feels as if she might be a moth, and hypatia is a bright, brilliant flame. a gentle hand reaches out, hooked finger lifting her chin so she may see the smile upon laenaya's lips. one that her words put there. a strange feeling overcomes her. a want to close the small space between them and press her lips to hypatia's. gaze flickers, mind wonders, but she doesn't quite build up the courage. a shaky breath leaves her lips, but her smile never falters. ❝ i am so glad we found each other. being your friend, being by your side, it has been my greatest adventure. ❞

[folkpoetold]

betty i'm here on your doorstep pls let me in!!

[folkpoetold]

and happy world theatre day to all who celebrate <3

[folkpoetold]

@warplanet ( arra ) asked corde; i sense something.

footsteps come to a sudden stop. hand reaches for her lightsaber, only to find nothing. right, that's too dangerous now. it's hidden away where it cannot be found by the wrong people. instead her hand finds arra's, linking their fingers together. a source of comfort and courage. her only constantly in this galaxy where everything is so vastly different. where jedi are hunted, not celebrated. they're still having to hide, but at least they are together. corde thinks she can make it through. she can do anything with arra at her side.

❝ is it them? ❞ the inquisitors. jedi turned to the darkness who now hunt their peers. they had heard the rumblings and rumours but did not believe it true. not until she saw the red blade for herself and barely survived. how could she leave her saber? buried at the bottom of a chest in their small home, locked away with the robes she had 'died' in. pace picks up, arm outstretched as she pulls arra along with her. all they have to do is make it back. it will take less than an hour to gather their belongings and find a ship. they can make it out before they're found. ❝ we need to get out of here. ❞

[sanscest69]

I just realized that many many people have jobs

Rb with your job, wtf do you people do while offline???

[warplanetarchived]

it is the height up here that makes her brave. maybe she's dizzy from it; maybe being so far away from the ground rattles her brain and convinces her to act upon the urges and feelings she's been burying down for months now. when emily tells @folkpoet about her desire to kiss her, she's giddy with emotions. she's beaming. she's trembling. one of her hands dives to the railing beside them to steady her body in case barbara, ever the wise one, says no, we're just friends, i'm not going to kiss you right now. instead of that denial, however, and instead of a very awkward trip down in an eternal elevator, barbara seems to respond well to the suggestion. emily encourages barbara into her space, dropping down to the bench seat beside barbara's wheelchair, and that closeness allows for a tremendous, tender kiss to land in the perfect spot upon her lips. it's tiny... but powerful — exactly how emily feels in this moment. so small compared to the skyline... but imbued with power from a single, tender kiss.

"don't even ask me how i just worked up the courage to say that," the woman laughs, her whole face burnt red as she covers it with her palm. the other hand instantly reaches for barbara; their fingers knot, solid and secure. "been wanting to ask you that for — for ages now, it feels like. i guess there's something about being so high up off the ground that makes you do crazy things. the air's thinner up here," she adds with a laugh, leaning in to barbara's shoulder. "makes me do silly things." at barbara's request to go on a date, emily's eyes go wide. she nods. "that would... that would be amazing. while we're in town... yes, let's do that. let me just..." still holding barbara's hand, emily pries her phone from her pocket (hiding her beaming smile as best as she can) and starts searching for restaurants nearby. "like — now? skip the tourist-y stuff and just... go out for a date?" emily looks at barbara like she hung the moon. "as long as i'm with you, i don't care where we go."

[folkpoetold]

surreal. that's the only word barbara can find to describe this trip. every moment spent with emily had only confirmed what she had started to suspect - what she felt was so much more then just friendship. skin tingles with every touch of her hand, head swims with just the faintest smell of emily's perfume. oh, barbara is certainly in trouble. well and truly head over heels. and, luckily for her, it seems as if she's not alone in feeling such a way. the smile might as well be tattooed onto her lips as she feels it might never end. grateful fingers take hold of hers, marvelling at how perfectly they lock together. ❝ i'm glad you did. ❞ head dips slightly in an attempt to catch emily's eye, her own cheeks burning a brilliant red. the hand that isn't interwoven with hers reaches out, tucking a stand of dark hair behind her ear. ❝ maybe it's that. maybe you just finally gave in to my irresistible charm. who can blame you. ❞

a real date. not a quick drink in a dive bar like her last one, when she had frantically texted a friend to bail her out. no, this will be nothing like that. barbara would give her the world if she could. the sun, the moon, and the stars at her touch. with no ulterior motive and no want for anything in return. if at all possible her grin seems to widen, and she feels like she's glowing. this, barbara realises, is true happiness. this is what they talk about in fiction. ❝ yeah, now. ❞ she leans over, pressing another tender kiss to the skin of emily's cheek. ❝ this was fun and all but - i want to spend as much time as possible with you. just you. ❞ away from the tourists and the bustle of the city. they've hit all those tourist hot spots now - the statue of liberty, broadway, that one diner where the wait staff sing - the rest of their time is for them. until she has to go back to gotham, but she doesn't want to think of that now. ❝ let's start with getting out of here. ❞

[folkpoetold]

🌀you want to follow katniss so bad🌀

[gospul]

silk slides upon silk as gloved arms link ; cecily is more than happy to allow herself to be stolen away . the spectacle is glorious , she will admit — yet cecily finds herself catching the whispers of passersby , paranoid that talk of fanged beasts had reached the ton . ( kate all but confirms your suspicions ... a last wary glance thrown back towards the ballroom entrance . ) three bodies thus far ( ... ) in coming to london , cecily had hoped to escape her daily fill of death — now , she's quite afraid of being framed for these strange murders . ❛ ❛ vampires ? ❜ ❜ cecily hardly stifles a dumbfounded giggle , stepping easily into a practiced display of nescience . ( you make no mistake underestimating your company — well aware that kate is a smart woman . all the more reason to give a flawless performance . ) ❛ ❛ i hadn’t realized the ton was so … imaginative . i dare - say the next rumor will involve werewolves , if we’re not careful . ❜ ❜

[folkpoetold]

the joys of a like-minded friend. of another pair of eyes to roll at the absurdity of the ton. kate doubts many of them have cracked open a book, let alone read a single word upon a page, yet the stories they spin would be right at home amongst their libraries. vampires! another scoff leaves kate's lips, swiftly followed by a laugh. ❝ oh, do not put ideas into their heads. ❞ the sympathetic side of her wonders if this is all a way of coping. perhaps it's easier to believe in mythical beings then the truth - that there's a killer in london. that they're all in danger, whether they be rich or poor. does it make them feel more safe to walk in the dark? perhaps not. it doesn't make any difference to her. ❝ before we know it they'll be taking to the streets with touches and pitchforks. least we actually find the beast whose behind it all. ❞