thinking of doing a Total Rehaul of Agni? she’s my best babe but there’s a lot on here that no longer applies but I love her so much? I don’t think I’ll ever be as active as I once was because of Life and Things but???
“ DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH PEOPLE LIKE ME. I WILL TAKE YOU TO MUSEUMS & PARKS & MONUMENTS – I WILL KISS YOU IN EVERY BEAUTIFUL PLACE, SO THAT YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK TO THEM WITHOUT TASTING ME LIKE BLOOD IN YOUR MOUTH. I WILL DESTROY YOU IN THE MOST B E A U T I F U L WAY POSSIBLE, AND WHEN I LEAVE YOU WILL FINALLY UNDERSTAND —— WHY STORMS ARE NAMED AFTER PEOPLE. ”
independent harry potter oc, based on vampire & halfbreed lore.
rp sentence starters from michael faudet’s work , bitter sweet love.
“ i think you loved me. ”
“ can you remember the moment our fingers let go? ”
“ no hope left below. ”
“ the pathways meet but seldom cross. ”
“ i dream of dreams. ”
“ i certainly know right from wrong. ”
“ wrong suddenly feels wonderfully right. ”
“ i read the letter again. ”
“ i want you to fuck me. ”
“ it was a strange kind of morning. ”
“ old habits die hard and new ones take their place. ”
“ i spent my evenings chasing shooting stars. ”
“ my life spent curled up in an unmade bed. ”
“ all i can think about is you. ”
“ i loved in vain. ”
“ for what is lost, a willow weeps. ”
“ my reflection in the mirror coming back to haunt me at 3 a.m. ”
“ i had long given up on counting sheep. ”
“ if only i could sleep. ”
“ find solace in the darkness. ”
“ i wish i could forget it all. ”
“ i thought of you, when hands were held. ”
“ it had been a most peculiar evening. ”
“ vodka had helped smooth the ride. ”
“ think of it as a warm up. ”
“ i need to take a shower. ”
“ kiss me again, i dare you. ”
“ oh, i’m quite mad. ”
“ a magpie flew overhead. ”
“ we all make mistakes. ”
“ my heart has become a broken compass. ”
“ i always find myself running back into your arms. ”
“ falling so madly in love with you is a tragedy. ”
“ nothing in my world will ever seem so beautiful again. ”
“ you were my beautiful mistake. ”
“ i don’t regret anything. ”
“ i would do it all again in a heartbeat. ”
“ the radio said it might rain later. ”
“ i have never felt the touch of falling snow. ”
“ it was a beautiful night for falling in love. ”
“ nothing this perfect lasts forever. ”
“ even our closest-kept memories eventually turn to dust. ”
“ it was such a gorgeous day to end a relationship. ”
“ i have cried an ocean for you but still your ship refuses to sail. ”
“ i am somewhere, strangely nowhere. a lone comma, placed midsentence. ”
“ lost is a lovely place to find yourself. ”
“ i never felt truly comfortable leaving the sanctuary of my self-imposed solitude. ”
“ it was a dreadful night. ”
“ do you believe in ghosts? ”
“ i’m not sure i believe in anything anymore. ”
“ i never left, my love, and i never will. ”
“ love like death needs no explanation. ”
“ it is the curse of being mortal. ”
“ always fight for love. ”
“ when you look into my eyes, what do they say? ”
“ we all drown a little, that’s how we learn to swim. ”
“ come back to bed. ”
“ many a beating heart is silenced by the tyranny of indifference. ”
“ i love you and all your little eccentricities. ”
“ i think i may have fallen madly in love with you. ”
“ i hope it was a pleasant death. ”
“ think of me as your dirty little secret. ”
“ it was the day my world turned to dust. ”
“ and life suddenly became simple again. ”
probably should have made this post a while ago, but better late than never. I’ll be on a relatively full hiatus until april 20th – the end of my college semester. I have many projects to finish, and I recently went through the loss of a dear family member to me which has put me off my game considerably and put me in a horrible funk. I’ll be back with vigor after the break, though, so – thank you, in advance, for being patient with me and I hope to write even more with all of you when I’m back.
tthis land is driven by war, and her people suffer for it.
the stormcloaks are a blight on skyrim, and like any blight… must be purged.
only then will I take my rightful place as high queen.
Her kisses are equally as DESPERATE in turn, lips starved of affection for far too long, so as hands reach for her in frantic need of closer proximity she obliges without resistance. Moans against her bear’s mouth with appreciation of paws roving her body with abandon.
If it was a wolf she sought, a wolf she would surely find.
With each touch, each caress of lips surprisingly tender for all the care they have lacked, she is pushed that much closer to the point of breaking, skin set ablaze with insatiable need, so much so she presses herself further into an embrace not even the GODS could sever. Bites at the ashen haired beauty’s bottom lip. The scent of longing radiating from her skin, her hair, her thighs maddening to her senses. Rouses forth a growl in acknowledgement.
Digits move to search for the leather straps of Agni’s armor, memory driving her actions as they had done so many times before, thick furs tossed to the side in her quest to remove what separated them from true unity. There is no way she knows to express just how much she had missed her, how her body ached for her, craved her, so she does her best to make it known as she coaxes her back onto the bed, straddles her and guides hands further up and to the hem of her tunic, lips not once faltering from their mission to sate their hunger.
AGNI OFTEN THOUGHT the two of them two great beasts, each of them too eager for their wants and needs to be bothered of niceties. they were, before anything and all, a pair of constellations ( LUPUS ET URSA ) too big for a world made up of war and gravel. but it was always here, in the warmth of Lira’s barrack, or the stone of Agni’s estate, where niceties could be dished and delivered with eagerness and adoration -- the presses of her fingers into soft and pliable thighs straddled ‘cross her hips ; the warmth of her belly that meets Lira’s searching paws as they push and peel at the thin, sheer fabric of her tunic ( aids her in discarding it, swiftly and without a word -- makes quite and familiar work of loosening ties at the front of Lira’s smallclothes ).
the chest she bares needily to her lover is littered with fresh, new scars -- there will be time, when she can breathe more easily, to tell the stories and ease Lira’s fears. for now, they move with the swell of her breasts, arching her back to lift closer to Lira -- closer to kiss, closer to nip at the gentle curve of collar bones. the hands she has between them are gruff in their need, untying knots she finds cumbersome and petty, in her way. she doesn’t even have Lira naked ( just a shift aside of offending cloth ) before she’s touching her, feverish fingers pressed sweetly between her raven’s silken thighs as her mouth roves and roams over the flesh of her neck.
she’s mumbling reverent prayers into weathered, wild skin -- a prayer not for gods but for a woman, the next closest thing, a thing which Agni has worshiped upon so many nights and yet has never done so as well as she intends to now ; so many months gone between them she has to make up for in earnest. she aches, moans stuck in her throat in a maddening growl, throbbing in her chest, in her pressing palm, between her own legs. and she can smell her, her wild woman, her goddess, wants so many things and yet cannot formulate a way to have them all -- for now, she settles for reminding herself of the feeling of Lira’s warmth, and ( in taking one of them softly, hungrily into her mouth ) the taste of her breasts.
"When I die, I want t'have earned it," a smile is cocked her way, "I'll take a cheated sod's blade over one of these gimicky traps. Blasted things don't know whether they're striking stone or flesh, yeah? You'd best sharpen your disarming skills fast, lass, lest one of these off you and you end up cutting about your afterlife with no tale t'tell other than of your own clumsy foolishness."
WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE || ACCEPTING
" WE ARE NOT TO DIE THIS NIGHT -- ” said with almost too much seriousness, though she does listen to his words with a surprisingly level of interest ; the most subtle of smiles resting on her face. clumsy, he says. foolish, he says. and she cannot help but chuckle lightly in the face of their situation -- surrounded, almost entirely, by trap and trounce ready to rip them limb from limb. and yet she grins, knowing her disarming skills to be less than laudable, and passes him by with a gentle brush of furs and leather, head canting aside in dastardly play. “ I have no intention of having the gods believe me to be clumsy or foolish. ”
words said in perfect timing with a stahlrim axe lifted and hauled down HARD onto the traps releasing mechanism -- for what she lacks in steady, thieving hands, she makes up for in a terrifyingly observant eye. trap destroyed, the soldier saunters with purpose through the remaining wreckage, moving aside scraps with bootheels so that his way would be clear and easy. her head is thrown over her shoulder ; throws him a smile. “ come now, lad. no more talk of dying or death -- you haven’t earned it yet. ”
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