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@serpentlike
DIRECTORY .
𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 .
𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 .
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 .
𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨 .
WHERE TO FIND ME .
𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐦 : @dangeress / @darephi / @starsbore / @wistcrias / @valkyrshe
𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 : https://www.pinterest.com/wistcrias/boards/
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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 : @pikefoot
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𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : here
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THE WHEEL OF TIME - 1x01 “Leavetaking”
Lou Le Blanc - Serpent & Dove
Artist: @kimcarlika_art
@feyrae ( feyre archeron ) ➵ loud & deafening silences ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 –– whatever feyre has come here to escape from fills the air around her. snow dusts her hair, and lou simply has to watch for a moment as she shakes it like glitter off her skin. a few flakes cling to her skin and melt in the warmth of soleil et lune, but lou isn’t all that convinced its not her warmth that melts all that comes in contact with her. certainly she’s done as much for lou, who was once intent on keeping the girl with the beautiful eyes far, far away. now she wanted nothing more than to keep her safe –– to keep them both safe. 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 however, and soon the chill will bleed into the floorboards –– luckily, lou has pilfered hot tea from below, and spread pillows and blankets across the floor. day old biscuits sit on a tray, promising to soften should they take a dip in the chipped teacups. it may not be much, but it’s theirs. and it’s all worth it when she sees feyre look around and take it all in. ❛ 𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 you’ve ever encountered? ❜
𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐄 .
@serpentlike asked : ❝ we can keep each other warm. ❞ to feyre!
𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐃 . snow sticks to whatever remnants of brown hair escape beneath her hat , the melted flakes becoming solid against her scalp as the cold creeps beneath her clothes . but the trek to the theater had been well worth it to see lou again . she’s rubbing her hands together while huddled by the small oil lamp , as if imagining the dimly lit light is a fireplace . she can dream . ❛ if i’d known there was going to be a snowstorm before i came here then i would have waited , ❜ she says through chattering teeth before cuddling up towards lou’s side for any sort of warmth . for a moment the shaking and chattering stop as she feels lou wrap a blanket around her , her arm circling around her waist as she pulls her closer for comfort . feyre admits that it’s nice . truthfully , she would have still made the trip snowstorm or not . ❛ i did bring a cup of coffee from pan’s but it was frozen solid by the time i got here . ❜ there’s a soft chuckle as she thinks of the frozen block of coffee sitting outside the soleil et lune . she debated about chucking it at a chasseur once or twice on her way over . honestly , a frozen block of coffee could double as a large rock . she rests her head on lou’s shoulder before angling her legs against her . she feels so warm , her body a small furnace that brushes off winter’s hold on her . ❛ i lie . i would have still come here to see you . the hypothermia would have been worth it if it meant you’d keep me warm . ❜ there’s a smile on her lips , her eyes thinning at her words as she laces her fingers with her . they’re still ice cold and yet there’s an immediate warmth as lou holds it beneath the blanket . ❛ once i warm up i’ll be sure to return the favor . with my mouth . ❜ she moves her head to look at her before pressing a soft kiss on the crown of her lips . ❛ by the time i’m done i’ll have you burning . ❜
❛ 𝐈’𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 out of a wish to see me, mon coeur. ❜ truthfully, already guilt pangs around her chest and holds her heart leaden there. she’s made an attempt at gathering all the blankets she could find, even one she’d afforded to slip from the theater below, but still, she could feel feyre’s cold skin, and the blue tint to her fingers. and for the first time in too long, lou reached for a thread –– and tugged. for heat, she sacrificed her own warmth –– her feet would now forever be cold. but at least feyre would be warm. it seemed, to her, a fair exchange. she only hoped chilly toes were not a relationship dealbreaker. nor the cloying scent of sweetness in the air. perhaps feyre would not notice. perhaps feyre would not recognize it. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐒, her lover’s lips somehow their own beacon of warmth, and she, a moth drawn ever-closer to their light. yes –– well worth the sacrifice, she thinks. ❛ it is a shame, you know. I for one love frozen coffee –– nothing like it, in–– ❜ she is ready to continue her diatribe when she notes a bird on the sill –– a finch, if her lessons had taught her right. ❛ look, ❜ lou whispers. ❛ they’re supposed to be good luck. maybe we should make a wish just in case. ❜
Reid and Lou - Serpent & Dove
Artist: @emiliesnaith_art
thou shalt not suffer a witch to live . ( 4 / ?? )
What advice would you give to your younger self?
❛ 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 .
“ about fifty times so far ? “ she shot back, smiling. ah, the bond between women when they both enjoyed taking men down a peg. truly an unbreakable one. this male was different for more reasons then one, this one - she could say the words to lou, couldn’t bring herself to admit them. what if she told him ?
“ the three faced goddess is often called the goddess of witches, “ she said pointedly, making the fire burn a bit brighter, pulling her legs up, arms wrapping around them. “ they’ll likely like you a lot more than they would me. “ considering the little incident where she’d killed one - in self defense, she’d claimed, but still. she considers that, and decides no, no she wouldn’t. “ she has a scar on her face. and black hair. tell her celeana sardothien has questions. “
❛ –– ❜
❛ 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖? ❜ lou asked casually, though her curiosity had heightened considerably. even without that tidbit, she’d have likely been inclined to do this favor for aelin. only now, she had her own personal interest in the temple and its worshippers. witch-blood, she’d been called, and was now known as throughout the night court. as far as names went, it wasn’t the worst thing. but how accurate was it, lou wondered? maybe she’d find out. ❛ does this priestess have a name? I can’t exactly go around asking for scar-face.❜ she paused. ❛ well, I can, but I really shouldn’t. unless she’s a bitch, then maybe. ❜
𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 ❛ is she a bitch? ❜ by which the subtext was: am I to bring this priestess to you by the merit of my charm alone, or will force be necessary?
Dog Days Are Over - Florence and the Machine
@collaredking said : you're not a monster.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒. lou’s fingers curl in on themselves, resisting the urge to rip the silk away and scratch at the ropey skin there. he says she isn’t a monster, but it’s far too easy to say one thing and feel another. besides, what dorian thinks of her doesn’t change how lou feels; what she thinks every time she looks in the mirror; what she relives every time she remembers the tough scar along her throat.
𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐆𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃. so much easier to pretend. “ what makes you believe I think I am? the only monster I am, mon ami, is the one I become when I catch sight of some sweet rolls –– and speaking of, those must be ours now! ”
send “you’re not a monster.” for my muse’s reaction
thou shalt not suffer a witch to live . ( 3 / ?? )
❛ 𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 .
𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 . feyre found comfort in the bedrolls above the soleil et lune more so than the bed she shared with her sisters by the outskirts of cesarine close to brindelle park . perhaps it was lou’s company or the privacy she had in those quiet moments where the moon tilted beyond the precipice of night and day . she never had such moments at home and instead dealt with the squabbles from her sister’s lips and the incessant grinding from her father’s workshop . but this , whatever they were , felt like a warmth of no other . girlfriends ? lovers ? friends who spent an absurd amount of time naked and between each other’s legs ? they were restricted to this sanctuary but stole moments in public whether it was through the accidental brush of their fingers or the hungry gaze from across the plaza . if the church had found out about them they’d be damned , but lou was worth every risk . this was worth every risk .
❛ seems like a very long list . ❜ there’s a playful grin on feyre’s lips , her eyes studying and assessing her next move as she feels lou’s finger deftly on her body . while she’d love nothing more than to drink the hot café and take a bite of the cinnamon roll it would have to wait . there’s a soft gasp that falls from her lips at the slight pinch . her touch was intoxicating , her witty banter and smart remarks even more so . how feyre loved the debauchery that came from lou’s mouth , especially her tongue . her fingers grasp at the fabric covering lou . the chill of the winter air was still on it and as it rubs against her naked body she feels the skin pebble in response . ❛ you were gone when i woke up . ❜ it’s a statement , an observation , one spoken factly as she undoes the clasps of the jacket and shirt . fingers gently slide the fabric off until it piles on the floor and when she’s thoroughly naked , save for her trousers , she wraps her arms around her neck to bring them breast to breast . ❛ would you hate me if i said i hated waking up without you next to me ? ❜ the admission of her feelings could drive her away , but she feels compelled to be honest . feyre truly cared about her well beyond what this was . ❛ i just hate hiding like this . ❜ lips press gently to the corner of her lips , hands trekking down the valley of her breasts before sinking beneath the band of her pants . ❛ lou …. i ❜ she can’t seem to say the words that are threatening to be spoken . what if lou didn’t want to become something more than this ? the three words fail her and instead she leans in to kiss her again , this time a bit more passionately and without restraint as if it’d be the last time she did it .
𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑, lou simply watched, acquiescing to the slip of fabric off her shoulder, the tug-away of her built, the crooked finger that pulled her hair free and down her back. in just a few seconds, she was naked from the waist up, her torso pressing against feyre’s in a way that had her breath catching. ❛ I was gone. and I don’t hate you, ❜ she whispered, ❛ I couldn’t. not when I feel the same way. ❜ even with her earlier thoughts, she couldn’t stop herself from being selfish. it was the same impulse that had driven her from the forest, from the dames blanches. that need to survive. to live. and lou couldn’t deny it, not to herself, not now: a life without love –– without feyre –– wasn’t a life at all.
❛ 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖, ❜ lou intercepted quietly, her eyes melancholy, but with a brightness that would not be dimmed. she could almost hear the words, could taste them on feyre’s tongue. ❛ I know. me too. ❜ she didn’t need to say it aloud to feel it. couldn’t deny it now. feyre’s hands moved across her body, skirting her skin and escaping under the band of her pants. a sound caught in lou’s throat, her thighs automatically parting to allow access to that most intimate part of her, the part that ached for her touch, and always would. ❛ please... please, feyre.❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍, 𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 were on hers, and she was lost to the world. lost to the feel of feyre’s body, and feyre’s hair slipping between lou’s fingers as she tilted her head back to allow for her lips to feast. traces of sweat lingered on her skin from last night’s lovemaking; lou’s tongue swept it all up, kissing where her fingers could not reach. but she couldn’t stay far from her lover’s lips for long, the noises she made too intoxicating not to swallow up. ❛ you taste amazing, ❜ lou murmured. ❛ lay down. let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel so fucking good. ❜
I’m so present in your presence
I can’t leave, I’m ascending
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