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Ultimate Photo Collection of Norman Reedus [33/∞]
starts and ends | holden & el
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“You look like shit.”
El hadn’t seen the former-king since the siege of the Lion’s Keep, his eyes raking over the other man. What he was doing there of all places was beyond him; still, he wasn’t going to question it. His mind was working over other things, things more important than a one-time ruler with haunted eyes and sunken cheeks.
... Still. He’d been told this was a good man, and he looked a little too pathetic to stomach.
After an assessing look, El pulled a flask from a hidden pocket and held it out to the other man. “Helps.”
janelle-litero:
“You speak El, as if I do not try to return the favour.” she said, a playful smirk turning up the corner of her lips. The smell of the fruit seemed to waft, bringing in something like the summers in the forest to the front of a bleak winter. “But you have been doing well? been protecting yourself instead of just others?”. The gaze to one of her closest was beyond affection, it was a level of respect and admiration. They had once been so young, yet here they were, the leaders of the future.
Of course she had to ask. El’s lips quirked in good humor, though he didn’t meet her eyes. “No idea what you mean,” he murmured, popping another berry into his mouth. The taste exploded on his tongue, sweet. “I’m not the one who needs protecting in these parts,” he said after a beat, voice softer. He’d never been that good at focusing on himself instead of others, had he?
from the very first; | ash & el
ashlynnpemberley:
Was he going to make her say it?
There was no way to escape the subject now. “Then, yes,” she mumbled, disappointment an unpleasant taste even as she softened. “I do have something to tell you.” A pause. Ashlynn hadn’t said the words out loud yet, like they were something to be wary of; like hearing them would make her swollen belly more real.
But El needed to hear it, and she would never dream of denying him that. His eyes were nothing less than kind, the same as they always were; his hands just as gentle on her shoulders, strong and rugged palms quick to soothe doubts. He·was something she knew; and it mattered·to him.·“There’s a child,” she murmured, so quick he may not have understood, but knowing that it was said·was a relief in itself. ·A child wasn’t planned for, or even expected, honestly. Yet, if Ashlynn was to have a family … El couldn’t be a better father. A father who’d love, fight, protect. A father to respect. He’d be gone, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad now. Ashlynn could think on the brighter side right now.·“Our child.”
He knew she didn’t want to say it, but his gaze stayed steady on her delicate features even as she found ways to draw out the moment. He didn’t mind, the admission that she had something to say at all being all the proof he needed. El was patient; he had to be, by trade. He could wait.
And the wait was worth it just for those five words.
El breathed out slow, eyes falling from her eyes---so blue when the sun hit her from that angle, so clear---down to her stomach, trying to see if he could recognize a swell to it. But there was her dress, the layers she wore concealing any telltale roundness from his eyes. He hesitated for a moment before one of his hands lifted from her shoulder, palm resting over the warm center of her chest for a moment to feel her heart before falling to her belly. His fingertips brushed her dress, barely a touch, before his eyes found hers again. He gazed at her like the m i r a c l e she was.
The rightness of it sang in his bones, and still he couldn’t quite believe that he’d lived to see this blessing. El wanted to pull her into his arms; he wanted to kiss her. But first, he needed to know--- “How far along?” he murmured, his hand slotting into the familiar curve of her waist.
How beautiful it is to sit in silence with someone, and still have a meaningful conversation.
Mansi
from the very first; | ash & el
ashlynnpemberley:
Ashlynn looked up to him then. If it was blatant honesty he’d demand, she knew he would accept nothing less. His touch at her elbow was firm but gentle, warm as his eyes swept her face for anything she might betray. But she didn’t. If Ashlynn could credit the courtiers with anything, it would be the careful manner it instilled in anyone hoping to simply get by.
She clenched her jaw at the question, swallowing the thickness in her throat. “I don’t know, El,” Ashlynn said, quiet and careful and low. And she didn’t — it was almost as if she were afraid to say the words out loud, like tasting them would make this any more real. But it already was, wasn’t it? Ashlynn very well knew the consequences their stolen nights could lead to … That didn’t make it any easier to accept once reality rushed in, though.
“My question, El,” she gently reminded him, carefully watching his expression. “Would it matter?”
Her expression didn’t change, pale eyes staring him down. It was almost a challenge, the way her jaw clenched and her shoulders pulled straight; El had to watch himself so that he didn’t let his displeasure with her response show. It didn’t reveal anything, not the way he wanted. Just tell me, tell me this, you’ve seen all my sharpest edges and you can’t answer a simple question for me---?
But Ashlynn was as she was and he wouldn’t have her any different. She couldn’t be compelled nor commanded, not any more than the elements. El took a slow breath and settled both of his hands on her shoulders, holding her c a r e f u l l y. Touching his thumbs along the edges of her delicate collarbones through the soft cloth that separated them.
“Of course it would. You know it would.”
from the very first; | ash & el
ashlynnpemberley:
— Myranda. Ashlynn grew quiet, knowing that he was telling her an honest truth, something heavier than the few things they shared aloud. Of course it could be hard, listening to memories that bore so much pain. Children. Wanting children and a family and love and laughter, only to have it made impossible. What could she know of such things? The only things she could compare were quiet nights with handmaidens, softness but nothing close to love or the want between lovers. Ashlynn could think of nothing to say, could only offer a willing ear.
El never seemed to expect anything more. Just as she never expected him to forget his memories. ( just as she didn’t expect him to stay — stay with her and the child she carried. )
Doesn’t matter anymore. She glanced at him, then, unsure of what he meant by that. “And what if you had the chance?” Ashlynn replied, turning her eyes back to the forest floor. “Would it matter then?” A quick sweep showed set of tracks, but none of the kind they were looking for. She fought the urge to lose herself in a hunt — in something she knew — and kept walking. Ashlynn refused to be terrified, but she still held her breath awaiting his answer.
Maybe El would notice, maybe she wouldn’t have to say.
Something about Ashlynn’s tone made the back of his neck prick, the slightest hint of anticipation teasing at his senses. El angled a look her way to see her eyes focused on the ground before them, delicate features betraying little.
Too little.
They needed to keep moving, needed to see if they could get a feel of the boy’s whereabouts without crossing into dangerous terrain. Seconds were ticking by with each step, and yet---and yet---
El touched a hand to Ashlynn’s elbow, stilling them. He urged her to turn towards him, brows furrowed as he scanned her face for any hint that he wasn’t imagining things. That there was a reason she was asking him these things with her eyes ducked when she’d rarely failed to look him straight in the eyes. ( How often was his fearless girl nervous? ) He wasn’t a fool. They’d met under the moonlight enough times, he’d traced her body with eyes and hands and lips so often he could make a sculpture from memory...
“... Have you got something to tell me, Moonbeam?”
from the very first; | ash & el
ashlynnpemberley:
“Thank you,” she said, appreciative. Ashlynn stood, her fingers slipping free from his hair and she reached for her bow, slinging it over her shoulder and across her back before brushing the dirt from her palms. Falling quiet when he spoke of children — her stomach gave a twist at the thought — Ashlynn’s eyes dropped to the forest floor as they walked. Some spend their whole lives wishing for one. Was El one of the some? “Then I hope we find something. Anything that can offer her a little comfort.”
She let a few moments pass in silence, unsure of the way she could even approach such a topic. Ashlynn spared a glance towards him before looking back to the woods. They’d never broached the subject before. Ashlynn didn’t think she would ever have to. To be honest, her own mind was made long ago about motherhood. ( but he’d made her question everything, hadn’t he? all it’d taken were stolen nights and a quiet love to shake everything she’d thought about her future. ) “And what do you think … about children of your own?”
They moved together in silence, the forest floor giving them no hint of human steps. If the boy had come by anywhere, it hadn’t been near them. Luckily, they both had a near-endless well of patience as far as traipsing through the woods went.
The question caught El off-guard. It shouldn’t have, considering what he’d said earlier, but it did. Children, he thought. What do I think of them?
“Back when Myranda and I were together, they were all we wanted.” His rough drawl of a voice came softer. Much softer. “Years, we tried, but her body couldn’t...” He left the statement to hang there, in the air between them. “Some suggested I leave her, find a woman who could. I don’t know what it’s like here, but in the wilds, having a family’s... Expected. Of some people more’n others. S’always important to pass on good traits---good eyes, good health. Leave behind strong children who can survive in the North, who can keep others alive.”
El sighed, ducking his head under a low-hanging branch as they continued down their path. “But I didn’t want anyone else. Couldn’t just... leave her like that. Wasn’t right. So we learned to live with it.” He shrugged, the old ache blooming low in his chest. “But I was there when Olena and Illias grew up, I’ve watched after them since I was little more’n a boy myself. It’s been... enough.” Almost. Not quite.
But good enough.
Realizing how much he’d said, El cleared his throat and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter anymore.”
janelle-litero:
“I have to say getting brought things after doing close to nothing will never be a past time that I resist or fight against.”
“We spoil you too much,” El replied with a smirk, setting the fresh fruit in Janelle’s lap and sitting down beside her. He stole a couple berries, popping one into his mouth. “But naw, you’ve been doing well at keeping everyone calm. We’ve been stuck here so long, I expected a damn riot by now.”
from the very first; | ash & el
ashlynnpemberley:
El didn’t say anything — not out loud; he comforted her in the way he reached for her, the way his touch calmed her fears more than any words spoken could. He carried the north in his blood but his love burned; this quiet love that haunted her when he was gone, making her yearn for anything that carried HIM. ( she wrapped his furs around her skin to breathe him in when her bed was cold. ashlynn couldn’t imagine when they no longer smelled of him. )
Ashlynn let out a sigh of relief, doubt and sadness fading. She would enjoy him now, this man who claimed the love she offered. Later, Ashlynn would think of how it would be to feel every day as she did now, but she wouldn’t waste another moment while he was here. She turned into the touch that prickled her skin and kissed him because she couldn’t resist, her fingers sliding into his hair with the slow ache that threatened to drive her mad.
( but it was short. she remembered what she came to do. )
“A woman said her boy went missing yesterday, thinks he wandered near the woods somewhere.” Disappearances were often lately and the free folk surely had their own problems in the camp, but no one else knew these woods better than she and El. “She was — distraught and I promised I would look. I know if you helped me, we should be able to find him or at least know if he was here at all.” Though she was already sure of his answer, she still asked, “Can you help me?”
“Of course.” His lips still tingled from the force of the kiss she’d pressed to them, passion burning bright under her skin and threatening to distract them both. And distract it could, very easily; his girl stole all his attention just by being near him. The touch of her lips to his wiped almost all thought away from his mind, leaving him foolish and love-struck.
He wondered if she knew just how powerful she was. One girl: enough to shatter his tribe’s first line of defense with naught but a kiss.
El licked his lips and picked himself up, standing and tucking his weapons away. He wouldn’t need to have his knife on him when searching for a child, no. He was frightening enough without it. “There’s no greater blessing than a child,” he intoned lowly, eyes sweeping the forest as he followed her lead, walking deeper and letting his eyes sweep the ground for tracks. “No greater love. Some spend their whole lives wishing for one.” His words cut close to home, but he didn’t linger on it. Just spoke broadly. “To lose one... His mother must be in a right state.”
Whitney - No Woman
from the very first; | ash & el
ashlynnpemberley:
One look at Orell stretched beneath the sun and her worries diminished, a pleasant relief from the twists in her stomach and the restlessness in her mind. The name she’d grown more and more fond of was sweet to hear and it brought a smile to her lips, a happiness echoed in the stutter of her heart. “My hunter.”
She drew closer, not stopping until she could brush her fingers against his arm desperate for a touch to prove that he was here. The thought tainted the smile. A dark thought she wanted nothing of but one she was constantly plagued with. It was a terrible thing, to miss a love before they were even gone. “I keep imagining the day I’ll come here and you’ll be gone,” Ashlynn said, softly in that quiet murmur they were so fond of. “It makes it all the more sweeter to see you still here.”
But others were trying to leave, weren’t they? Unsuccessfully, if rumors were to be believed. Once, the woods were a sanctuary, but now something ominous brewed in the shade. Her hands drifted to the front of her tunic as if to soothe the fabric, and she swallowed the unease that tightened her throat. “You haven’t seen a young boy wandering through here, have you?”
A smile hinted at the edges of his mouth when he heard her greeting, gentle fingertips trailing down his arm. There she was, his girl, smiling in the sunlight; how he’d been seeing her since the Keep had fallen, no one with balls enough to comment when they were seen together, hunting or sharing quiet words.
And she reminded him then that he would be leaving, that familiar quiet voice carving into his chest. Gentle hands holding a steel-edged blade, digging it into his heart with love. He did smile then, humorless, and nodded. He reached for her, sliding his palm up along her arm, fingers locking carefully around her wrist and loosening as they smoothed over her forearm. All the understated touches they shared; everything they valued like gold and no one else would understand.
( Everything he’d remember when he was cold in the wide, snowy plains of the North. )
“I haven’t,” he replied, peering up at her. They both knew that if his eyes hadn’t caught it, then it hadn’t happened. A prickle of unease crept along the back of his neck at the thought of a child lost in the woods. “Why? Is there a lost child?”
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Norman Reedus photographed by Eric James Guillemain
from the very first; | ash & el
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Soft footsteps unsettled the fallen leaves, bidding El to incline his head. It was a purposeful stride, one he knew well---one that commanded his attention, doe-light and just as graceful, one that chose to be heard. Look at me, I bid it. I command it.
His lips quirked, though he pushed his amusement away. Every time she came to him now with her sun-kissed hair and moon-pale shoulders, he expected her to tell him that she was finally giving into her mother’s pleas and returning to the Highcrest she’d always spoken so fondly of. Others had tried to leave; they’d not been heard from again, and not in a good way. But if anyone was brave enough to try it, it would be her.
El finally turned his head as the soft hello-crunch of leaves was too close to ignore. And there she was, his fierce girl. It was still odd, sometimes, to see her in the daylight, but he’d been getting used to it for weeks. ( The nights weren’t as safe to roam any longer, worse than wolves twisting through the trees. )
“Moonbeam.”
“Careful,” El advised when the other stumbled back against him, hands raising to catch their arms.
There had been a time when he would have snapped for it, likely marched straight up to catch the reins of the former soldier who’d just galloped right in front of them with his great big hulking horse-beast and scared him within an inch of his life. But he’d been feeling awfully calm since the Lion’s Keep had burned down, mellow and sometimes hollow.
He just watched the boy ride off instead before turning back to his companion, releasing their arms and leaning down to pick up what they’d dropped from the sudden shock. “You alright?”
I’m on my own tombstone, And I lie beneath it and I clean my bones.
I’ll be watching from the center of the hollow moon..