That Voice!

oceanhcarted:

“Don’t you know I’m always willing to be first mate?”

He asks this with a broad grin (as though his face is ever adorned with anything else) as he folds himself to fit more neatly into the pillow fort with her.

⇸❝are you now ?❞

she waits until he’s almost reached the comfortable position, until his favorite scene of the movie starts to play— and makes sure he completely misses it. though it’s not as if he’ll have much complaints at first. until he realizes her intention behind the kiss she presses to his lips.⇷

“Well, of cou--”

He is caught utterly off-guard by the placement of the kiss, though he isn’t going to argue with her about it. He’d have to be mad to want to actually complain about her kissing him-- that is, until, he hears the dialogue of his favourite scene being recited, and, though it takes quite a bit of self control, he peels his lips away from hers in an attempt to take a peek at the screen.

oceanhcarted:

he can hear her frustration, and he can’t help but grin as he crawls inside the pillow fort, settling himself next to her. “Thank you for gracing me with your presence–”

⇸she’d let him know of how frustrating he is at times, but there’s little point on wasting her breath on things he already knows. besides, she’s a little proud of his cunning.

❝I suppose I could use a first mate. assuming you’re up to it.❞⇷

“Don’t you know I’m always willing to be first mate?”

He asks this with a broad grin (as though his face is ever adorned with anything else) as he folds himself to fit more neatly into the pillow fort with her.

untrustyou

#;; aesthetic

oceanhcarted:

he racks his brain, brow furrowing. he thinks for several moments before his face lights up once more. he grins, though he knows his solution will irritate her.

“PARLAY!”

⇸❝that’s not—❞ she’s about to deny him access when the meaning of those words hit her. oh that BLOODY cheater ! ❝FINE. get in here.❞⇷

he can hear her frustration, and he can’t help but grin as he crawls inside the pillow fort, settling himself next to her. “Thank you for gracing me with your presence--”

@oceanhcarted

⇸❝is there a REASON you keep staring at me ?❞⇷

#shes adorable???#;; (v) unnamed office.#lunariiism

“I-- no, sorry.” Eric flashed a smile at her before turning his eyes back to his paperwork, biting the inside of his cheek sheepishly.

oceanhcarted:

there’s a pause, and he considers his options. “Hoist the colours? –WAIT, no, not that–!”

⇸there’s a slight ROLL of her eyes— not that he could see it from outside the fort. he would NEVER get in at this rate.

❝I’m the CAPTAIN—❞ that was the best hint she was going to give him right now. ❝I thought the ship fanatic would get it on the first try.❞⇷

#lunariiism #;; (v) unnamed office.#eric: cheats at passwords #eric: probably has the same password on all of his online accounts

he racks his brain, brow furrowing. he thinks for several moments before his face lights up once more. he grins, though he knows his solution will irritate her.

“PARLAY!”

oceanhcarted:

“again? i’m starting to think that this is an unfair prejudice, Elizabeth! ….please let me into the pillow fort?”

⇸❝PIRATE, remember ? and that would depend on if you remember the SUPER SECRET PASSWORD.❞⇷

#lunariiism #i lov them #;; (v) unnamed office.

there’s a pause, and he considers his options. “Hoist the colours? --WAIT, no, not that--!”

@oceanhcarted

⇸❝if the question is: am I allowed in your pillow fort? then NO, you’re not. you lost privileges. this is a mutiny, William.❞⇷

#lunariiism #;; (v) undetermined.#this is so domestic i love it #also i should watch that...........

“again? i’m starting to think that this is an unfair prejudice, Elizabeth! ....please let me into the pillow fort?”

oceanhcarted:

he had been fully expecting for her to pull away from him, to be disgusted, angry. he wouldn’t have blamed her if she had been, but there was some relief that came with her reassurances, and even more when she moved to hold him. this closeness. this is what he had been craving for so long, through all of their conversations and flirtations, though he was slightly upset that he couldn’t even properly enjoy it.

“it’s not,” he insists, giving another shake of his head and a sigh, “it wasn’t– it wasn’t okay for me to do. I’m sorry.”

⇸it’s wrong to take advantage of this. she knows that. she knows that he isn’t in the right state of mind to even properly consider her position. but at the same time he was sober enough to apologize. to feel GUILT.

his words are just background noise at this point. artemis you pussy. she had always yelled at boys at school for pulling this kind of crap. for being too stupid enough to just say something. it wasn’t hard! that is, until it’s your tongue that’s tied.

she takes a deep breath, considers perhaps taking another drink to say she was drunk as well. but the table is to far now and she was afraid he would retreat to his self-loathing.

before he can act, before she can remind herself it’s a stupid idea, she leans in and presses her lips to his once again. gentler than his had been, and much more brief. but still enough to leave her flustered and absolutely in shock over her own boldness.

❝it’s alright.❞⇷

#lunariiism #ooo they went and did it im proud #;; (v) unnamed office.

to say that he’s taken aback might be the understatement of the century. she’s not as far gone as he is, he knows that (though he could still function you could never make the argument he wasn’t intoxicated), but here she is. and she is kissing him.

the sensation which washed over him in that moment-- he wouldn’t trade it for the world. perhaps it was a good thing that he had dragged this to the surface, that he had shed his hesitancies and taken the j u m p--

he doesn’t answer this time. instead, he leans back down and, lifting a hand to ever so gently tilt her chin upwards, captures her lips once more. ‘it’s alright’. her words echo in his head as their closeness lingers, and he can’t help but smile slightly under the kiss.

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tagged by: @lunariiism

tagging: @readytcstand, whomever else wants to join

A FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN HAPPY:

A FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN SAD:

A FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY WANT:

A FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEIR BERSERK BUTTON IS PUSHED:

A FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMEONE THEY DISLIKE:

#;; headcanon tag pending #;; for the most part Eric is a very happy bean #luv my son #;; ooc tag pending

oceanhcarted:

morning light streamed in Eric’s bedroom window, partially blocked out by his curtains but not quite– enough was left untouched that it warmed the sheets which covered him. several moments passed, however, before he realized that a significant portion of the warmth which enveloped him didn’t come from the sun or his sheets, but rather from Artemis, whose arm was draped over him and who rested her weight on one of his arms.

he was confused for a moment. he racked his brain, trying to remember whether anything had happened– no, he must have fallen asleep almost the moment they had crawled under the covers, he had been so tired–

his attention turned to Artemis, and his heart, in an act of betrayal, beat a little faster at her appearance. the hardness in her face, while it hadn’t been lost, had been reduced by sleep. her hair caught the sunlight and, like some fine metal, reflected it back, almost like a halo.

⇸she rose quite slowly this morning, her expression still softened with blissful unawareness. it had been the sun sparkling from beneath her eyelids which had woken the girl. hands moving sluggishly– one to her face and the other tightening around the fabric of his nightshirt. not that she was aware it was anything other than her sheet.

as he was not nocturnal, nor was she an early riser. the chirping of the birds fell dully in her ears as she brushed her hair from her face.

❝what time is it…?❞

she was asking the air, not expecting any sort of answer from it.⇷

#lunariiism #;; (v) sharpen your ribs and polish your throne

“too early,” comes a murmured reply, careful not to break the thick, comfortable quiet which had long since settled around the pair.

he had settled back into his pillows a while ago. he couldn’t move, after all, and risk waking her up! it had been such a rough night for the both of them, he felt that, though he was normally an early riser, he could justify staying in bed for an extra hour or two. after all, what harm could possibly come from it?

he did, however, open an eye to peek out at Artemis, a soft smile gracing his features as he closed his eyes once more.

@lunariiism from (x)

he’s not even sure what came over him. he’d long since become woozy, dizzy with the alcohol that had been provided to him, inhibitions stripped away. normally he wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t kiss someone out of the blue, but this him was tired of waiting, tired of looking for a sign, tired of playing it safe, and it was better to ask for forgiveness than it was to ask for permission, and he’d been listening to her talk, watching her lips for close to ten minutes when he comes close and presses his lips into hers.

he savours it. a wave of guilt washes over him, but he savours the way her lips feel on his, soft and firm all at once, and she’s not pulling away.

but he does. it takes several moments, but he pulls away, cheeks flushed (from the kiss or the champagne? he doesn’t know) and breathing heavier than before. his eyelids are heavy as he looks first up at her eyes and then down at the floor.

“i’m sorry,” comes his murmured apology, and he shakes his head. how unlike him.

⇸she feels it– feels his pain as if it were her own. her heart, pounding as it was, sinks at the sight of him so wracked with shame. it didn’t suit him like his charming smiles or the wrinkles around his mouth as he tries not to laugh at her teasing remarks.

❝it’s alright…❞

she tells him, forehead moving to rest against his own. her fingers absently brush his cheek once before declaring that dangerous. and instead she moves to hold him instead.

❝it’s alright.❞

she repeats it, but isn’t even sure what she means. or how to convey her emotions. would he even remember it if she DID ?⇷

#lunariiism #oop #;; (v) unnamed office.

he had been fully expecting for her to pull away from him, to be disgusted, angry. he wouldn’t have blamed her if she had been, but there was some relief that came with her reassurances, and even more when she moved to hold him. this closeness. this is what he had been craving for so long, through all of their conversations and flirtations, though he was slightly upset that he couldn’t even properly enjoy it.

“it’s not,” he insists, giving another shake of his head and a sigh, “it wasn’t-- it wasn’t okay for me to do. I’m sorry.”

oceanhcarted:

“as I understand it– it’s something to do with there must be a leader… though, admittedly, I don’t understand the bloodline part.”

he cleared his throat. he felt quite awkward discussing this, if he was completely honest, but he did know it would have to be talked about at some point. wasn’t now as good a time as any?

“if I’m honest, i’m not– looking forward to that.”

⇸❝you would not like to ?❞

his statement was confusing to say the least. men had always been painted as beings full to the brim with such desires. and eric had already proved, if nothing by his awkward nature, that he could not lie.

❝then how would we…?❞⇷

#lunariiism #my poor ace baby #;; (v) sharpen your ribs and polish your throne

“it’s not that, it’s-- well-- I’ve never been interested in it.”

how awkward. he was kicking himself for even mentioning it-- it should’ve been something to deal with later, but if he was to marry her-- shouldn’t she know ahead of time? he thought that, perhaps, it would be a deal-breaker. after all, wasn’t that the whole reason they were supposed to be wed?

“that’s-- well, that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

oceanhcarted:

how could he be more obvious? he was honestly at a loss, unable to figure out how to get her to notice his affections for her. he rubbed at the back of his neck, unwilling to return to his tasks so soon.

“hey– I had a question.”

as if it weren’t clear, he was constantly on the verge of telling her that he simply couldn’t get enough of her company. he was about to do so, in fact, when she wheeled her chair back to reveal his lunch– and he gasped slightly, though it was followed with a hearty laugh.

“you are just the worst–!”

⇸❝indeed I am !❞

she acted as if it were her shining achievement to have snuck it past him without him noticing. she had thought once or twice that she would be caught when she caught him looking at her. thank goodness for his spaciness sometimes.

❝and so, to make it up to you. I’ll treat you to lunch instead.❞

how could this NOT sound like a date ?⇷

“well-- if you’re buying, I can’t very well say no, can I?”

so much for that plan-- just as well. that particular conversation could wait. how he’d not noticed his lunchbox on her desk, however, was beyond him-- shouldn’t he have noticed it during one of their many conversations?

“where are you thinking of taking me?”