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we're not kids anymore.
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“I worshipped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong.”
Vita Sackville-West
Attentive ears catch the nearby flap of unfamiliar wings, emerald hues quick to scan the area. It almost sounds similar to a butterfly, but not quite… Elf springs up enthusiastically from the anthill he had been watching over prior, and draws closer to the faint sounds. One cautious step, two, three, and expression lights up like the sunrise. There, sitting upon a long-fallen tree, rests the elusive fairy. To see a fey outside the feywilds was unusual for sure, but a fairy ? The chance in of itself is already rare. Although he feels at ease being a fey himself, fairies have always been known for their mischief, and this thought alone is what stops him from becoming too eager. Rather than getting too comfortable with kin, eladrin crouches to the ground, and lays hand gently upon soft grass. Vine glove extends, slithering through blades of green, rising against rough bark, and brushing against mossy patches, until the very tip reaches stranger. From the stub grows a honeysuckle in full bloom, petals springing forth and radiating their holy white under rays of sun. Elf, meanwhile, keeps his distance, ears poking up from the bush that so gratefully provided him cover.
@mightyplans
slender fingers cradle two small rocks, grinding them together as a fine powder falls into a pouch . so entrenched in his thoughts, developing a tunnel vision of sorts and losing sight of his surroundings . the creeping feeling of the growing roots and moss behind him brushed against the faint distance between the bark of the log and the thin wings draped across his back .
the sudden smell of pollen caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end . he nearly jumped out of his skin, that wasn’t there last he remembered. stammering indignantly, emerald hues whipped around scanning the area .
as pleasant the surprise, who would do such a thing knowing full well he’s here . yes, normally fae don’t come through here, but here he is ; the least they could’ve done is announce their presence .
he huffed, tracing the grass with his eyes and taking a petal from the flower and rolls it in his hands .
what to do next ?
@prcdigic
YOU MADE YOUR CHOICE LONG AGO.
HEHEHEHEHE
me? including a dumb au i made myself in my verse page? who me? what, me?
8 people I’d like to know better
Rules: fill this up and then tag 8 people you’d like to know better!
one / ( alias / name ): archer or arthur, whichever u feel
two / ( date of birth ): march 27
three / ( zodiac sign ): aries
four / ( height ): 5′4 (162 cm)
five / ( hobbies ): drawing, staring at blank walls, playing video games
six / ( favorite color ): green
seven / ( favorite books ): under another sky, journeys in roman britian by charlotte higgins is REALLY good, havent finished it yet but ✌️
eight / ( last song listened to ): chase the night away by keane
nine / ( last film or show watched ): horrible histories
ten / ( story behind url ): there isn’t a big story behind it, i couldn't really think of a great url so i used one of those tumblr url generators and it was something cheesy like “the-mighty-whatever” but i liked the word “mighty” and thought “mightyplans” sounded cool. thought it fit with my characterisation of england so here we are now.
eleven / ( inspiration for muse ): england was one of my first muses back in 2013-2014. not to be all sentimental n shit but he’s helped me through some tough shit, figuring out my gender, my lowest mental health points. this little fucker holds a special place in my heart. as well as all that, i’ve always been a huge history nerd and found characterisation in books i’ve read
tagged by: @the-misfit-eight thank u bro
tagging: @hcbii @goldenmerc @familiae @prcdigic or anyone else who wants 2 i’m too pussy to tag anyone else
a journey towards infinity | víctor m. alonso
will someone run from buildings with me please?
not to be h*rny on main but??? i miss my used book store
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harvest full moon.
cred. haylin etheridge via fb.
Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, James Whistler
Vanitas Still life with Books, a Globe, a Skull, a Violin and a Fan, c. 1650, by Jan Davidsz. de Heem (1606-1683/1684)