ᵐᵉʳʳʸ ʷᵃᶰᵈᵉʳᵉʳ

[peterpakrers]

[archived-dasvidaniyafuckboy-dea]

“ –i am much paler than my friends, thank you. ”

She jerks away the moment she feels his lips press against her eyelids. Since the accident, she wasn’t fond of physical contact.

“ father is still away, tending to work. ”

Valeria barely knew her father. According to her mother, he had spent the first four years of her life with her, only to wipe her memory of him.

To keep them safe, they say.

But, she couldn’t see the logic in his choice. Seeing him around her now just…Did not feel right.

It felt alien to her.

“ w h y ? ”

[puckism]

               ❝ Paler  than  most,  but still darker than                    the frost from which your Father  takes                    his name. ❞

          Lips twist into a wry, teasing little smile as she           draws  back ; he does  so love watching others           squirm. Amusement is what  he lives for & so           amusement he shall have. He follows her, light           of  foot & SILENT as  ever  as  bare  feet strike           moss-covered   earth  in   their  pursuit  of  this           COLD stranger.                                              

               ❝ Call it curiosity. I  see  no  harm in it, I                    am no cat ... ❞

          His nose wrinkles up in distaste at the reference           to the crass mortal analogy.

[rhosegold]

[mr-dreamscape]

[puckism]

......... at some point i will set up a verse page ...

[sangstersource]

[archived-dasvidaniyafuckboy-dea]

She has never been referred to as such, it caused her to knit her brows together, slightly confused over his comments. She was called many things, but never was she called deceitful.

Valeria pulls away when she feels his finger prod her cheek, pink lips forming a frown at the feeling. She wasn’t fond of being poked by anyone.

The witch shifted slightly, her fingers curled into the skirt of her dress–

“ should I not look like this? should I look frightening, like my father? ”

[puckism]

          Bell-like laughter pierces the air between them           & he rocks back on his  heels, slender  fingers           interlocking over slim hips as his form shakes           with the elated sound.

               ❝   Frightening ? No !   ❞ 

          Pink  tongue darts out wet reddened lips as he           darts around her ; swift-footed & silent. 

           ❝   Paler, perhaps, but not frightening ...   ❞

          Fingertips  tease  rosy   cheeks   again  as  he           pinches & presses  the  soft flesh between the           pads of the digits ; halting in front of her for the           briefest  of  moments  &  ghosting  sweet  lips           over paper-thin eyelids,  the  sharp taste of ice           & iron lingering  as he  draws back & gifts her           with a sly little quirk of his mouth.                

               ❝   &  where,   pray-tell,   is   this   dear                      Father of yours ?   ❞

[sydsaudade]

[archived-dasvidaniyafuckboy-dea]

Someone was fiddling with her hair! The young witch twirled around, the temperature dropping slightly out of fear

But, much to her surprise, she just found a…Boy?

“ Do you need help? ”

It was strange, she wouldn’t lie. Valeria crouched down slightly, her knees tucked up under her chin as she examined the other.

“ Were you the one playing with my hair? ”

[puckism]

               ❝   Playing ? Me ?   ❞

          A slim brow raises, reddened lips pulled           upwards with gaiety as his neck arches ;           head  tipping   back  to  regard  her   with           GLEEFUL eyes as she crouches before           him.                                                  

               ❝   They  call  me  a  LIAR,  but                      YOU  are  the deceitful one.                      Golden  as summer but like                      BITTER winter to the  touch.   ❞   

          He's  on  his  feet  in  a  flash ; pale toes           digging into soft earth as he peers at her,           nimble  fingers  darting  out  to prod the           curve  of  her  cheek  & cackling as  the           tips gleam with frost.

                    ❝   What a curious thing.   ❞

[ohdeargodwhy]

A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Shakespeare’s Globe

[bookshelfpassageway]

A quick and dirty RP policy guide

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[reparrishcomics]

a midsummer night’s dreamboat

[mr-dreamscape]

[archerofdurinsfolk]

        These woods were deep and dark, and yet         Kili had never thought to fear them. Where         tangled branches locked to form a solid canopy         above, he saw protection from the wind and rain.         Where moss grew thick on the forest floor, he saw         a cushion for his steps as he stalked the forest,         bow in hand in search of… well, dinner, to be         perfectly honest. Be it rabbit, hare or deer, he         would not be returning until his quarry was found.        Found being the operative word: he’d not heard        a peep in over an hour, when his shot at a squirrel        had gone wide. At the time, it had been annoying,        now that the sun was setting beyond the woods,        it was a slightly more pressing matter. Making camp        overnight, while not uncommon, always set his kin        to fretting. Besides, getting moss-dampened wood        to light was a right bugger.        It was just as this final thought came to mind that he        felt it: a queer prickling on the back of his neck and        arms, a frisson in the air around him made unmistakable        from years of hunting. Something was watching him.

       This was good! Watchful eyes meant animals, and that        meant food for sure! He swept the clearing with eager        eyes and an arrow ready, but found nothing. There was        a moment, a confused pause where all was still, and         then—– a tug! Kili jumped almost out of his skin, his        hood slipping down as if pulled by an invisible force,        but with nothing to be seen! Any notion of stealth lost,        Kili whipped about, pointing his arrow at shadows.       “ Who’s there? Show yourself! ”

[puckism]

          Muffled snickers spill out from between bony fingers           as  he  watches  the  intruder  whirl around, taking up           his perch on a low-hanging branch ; head pillowed in           his hands as glee stretches rosy lips up into a smile.

          He does so DELIGHT in the petty torment of others ;           to tease & make fools out of the mortals who dare to           stray too deep into his King's realm.  It is a pleasing           sport to toy with this stranger          like a puppet on a           string he watches him dance ; the prickled shell of a           pinecone   digging   grooves   into  the   pads  of   his           fingers  as  he  turns  it  this  way  &  that,  pale  eyes           inspecting its  quality  before drawing an arm back to           pelt it at the other's head.

[the-wings-i-never-had]

This beautiful world

[puckism]

ＤＡＳＶＩＤＡＮＩＹＡＦＵＣＫＢＯＹ  ;;

          Such a sweet shade ; blonde locks curling around           the tips of his fingers as he stretches out a curious           hand   to  feel.  As   golden  as   sunlight,   though           freezing to  the touch & ICE beads  in  the  whorls           engraved upon the tips of his fingers.  The  limb is           withdrawn  with  a  start ; cradled tight against his           breast as he sways upon his tree-branch, toppling           & tumbling down to the earth with a shout ! 

[puckism]

ＡＲＣＨＥＲＯＦＤＵＲＩＮＳＦＯＬＫ ;;

          What a strange creature. Too short for a man,           too soft-featured for a faerie,  with  crudely cut           clothing  &  such  a  stench about him as only           mortals  carry.   He  dares  to  venture  a  little           closer,   keeping  himself  shrouded  from  the           other's  view  as  he  treads circles around the           stranger ; examining him the way he would  a           curious insect.

          Slim fingers dart out to tug at the muted fabric           of the other's hood ; darting away  before  dark           eyes   can   catch   his   form  &   muffling  his           bell-like     laughter    behind    earth-speckled           palms.