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i believe in a universe that doesn't care ---- and people who do.

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“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.” ( chloe to max )

Rain pounds on the window and feeds the vortex swirling in her mind. In her thoughts, Max is shivering and soaked, but at the same time she’s warm– getting warmer, warmer– until the heat is too much to bear; sweat crawling down her face and neck. While she’s vaguely aware of the sheets beneath her, clutched tightly in her fists, she clutches just as tightly to her nightmare. It encompasses her, so much that she accepts it as reality. The wind throws her hair in her face, the trees sway around her. She can’t find Chloe anywhere– she needs to find Chloe– can’t rest until she knows that she’s safe. There’s a crack, the lighthouse falls towards her, and–

‘Stay with me, Max.’

–she feels the urgent but gentle press of something cool against her forehead. A cloth doused in water. Then the pad of someone’s thumb, brushing her bangs out of the way. Max’s heavy eyes finally flit open to find Chloe staring back at her. ❛ Chloe… you’re here. I’m so glad you’re here.❜ She wisps, in a haze, with unbridled relief. In response, Chloe glares in a no-nonsense way that implies she must have been really worried. It anchors her in the present. ❛ You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere. ❜

Max pauses to take in her surroundings, to register that she’s safe in bed. She glimpses the window, the raindrops spilling down over their view of gray clouds. Not in Arcadia Bay, not in the middle of another fucking storm. Not in another reality– or at least she doesn’t think so. Pondering it only makes her head hurt worse. ❛ A fever…❜  She muses quietly. That explains why it feels like she’s locked in a furnace. It makes sense– but is that really all it is? With a soft groan, she rubs a hand down her face. ❛ Shit. ❜

A fever. It’s a problem, but it’s a normal problem. Thank goodness for that.

And most importantly, Chloe’s still here with her.

❛ Sorry. I had another one of those visions. ❜ Max doesn’t elaborate, but Chloe’s eyes go soft with understanding anyway. She’s confided in her ( and only her ) about them so many times before that she knows the gist of it. Arcadia Bay, the storm… the way that her absence tears a colossal hole in Max’s heart. She takes Chloe’s hand in hers. ❛ It felt so real this time, I… ❜

[sunderstars]

heartveers 

haha you’ve been making me really excited to check it out!! i’ll have to get into it when i get home from my trip! ^o^ <3

yes!! i would love to watch it with you after we finish persona 4! <3

[sunderstars]

[belladoesrpmeme]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference!     TRIGGER WARNING:   N/A.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

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“How’s that? Perfect? Like me?” ( chloe to max )

❛ Chloe, we’re going to be late… ❜

Max finds a bit of humor in the sentiment… because technically she has all the time in the world, right there in the palms of her hands. But she’s not using her powers anymore. She hasn’t for months. They promised. So she waits outside, in their tiny apartment, and listens while Chloe responds with a slew of curse words, a ‘you sound like a mom’, a few more curse words, a ‘you try getting this on with one hand’– and then a quick, sharp, ‘Max, don’t you dare come in here.’

Max frowns when Chloe stops talking– there’s nothing left to distract herself with– and she chews down on her lower lip. A Halloween dance sounded fun and innocuous enough. Chloe actually seemed pretty stoked about it, too. ( any chance to dress up with their staple pirate theme intact ) Max was too, at first, but then her mind began gravitating towards Blackwell– the spooky flyers on the bulletin boards and the girl who had posted them up there in her excitement. Dana Ward. Dana Ward, whose name was currently etched on a memorial back in Arcadia Bay.

Back then, she said, very reluctantly, that she’d consider going to Blackwell’s Halloween party when asked. Dana spammed her with costume ideas– at the time, there was too much going on– time and investigations and bullshit– for her to really look at them. Max remembered, though, and started scrolling through old emails she really shouldn’t have kept but didn’t have the heart to delete after Chloe had gone to bed one night.

So the dress and strappy shoes she’s wearing aren’t quite her style… ( in Chloe’s words, Max doesn’t even have a style yet ) but Max can’t deny that it looks good. In fact, even though she had chosen the most modest dress of Dana’s suggestions, when Chloe saw her come out earlier with a breathless ‘Holy shit, Max’, Max could tell she took it as a challenge to take her own outfit just as seriously.

Dana was always good at that– clothes– fashion and all. It’s a way to remember her, Max guesses, but she also wonders if she even has the right. After all, she’s dead because of–

Fortunately, the bathroom door swings open before Max can venture any further down that path. Seeing Chloe like this, smiling brightly like a little kid because of her outfit, it hits her all over again that it was never about choosing who deserved to live or die…  standing in the storm, Arcadia’s heartbeat pounding under her feet, the decision had always been to save Chloe. To keep someone she loved safe. The universe, the storm, cruelly took care of the rest.

❛ How’s that? Perfect? Like me? ❜ 

It takes a second for blue eyes, foggy with thought, to clear out. That’s when she truly soaks in Chloe’s outfit ( she chose a suit– it fits perfectly, it’s surprisingly unwrinkled, but she wears the tie loose and a few buttons down… of course ) along with her pirate props and dark make-up, she looks like she belongs in a movie. A badass captain. So yeah, she does look amazing. Perfect. Max’s awed silence is starting to make her fidget, though, so she tries to make words happen– only to find that she doesn’t have enough air in her lungs to respond with.

❛ –Wowzer. ❜ Is all that comes out. Very eloquent. 

But it’s Max-speak for perfect, and judging by the triumphant smirk on Chloe’s face, it’s exactly the reaction she was hoping for.  

[sunderstars]

heartveers 

i saw a deer in the road yesterday + it got dark and stormy while i was writing adsfkj it really felt like an lis day omg

ooh that sounds so nice... i was just reminiscing on the bigger fandoms i was involved in and remembered how much i loved lis hdjkgf

[sunderstars]

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‘ and i won’t forget. no matter what. ’ ( chloe to max )

Max looks at Chloe, all determined blue eyes and squared shoulders, and wishes it could be true. That no matter where she ends up, they would both come out on the other side with their memories intact, that everything would fall right back into place. But that’s not how this works. It wouldn’t be fair to hold Chloe to this promise in another fragment… world… timeline… Max still hasn’t decided what exactly to call them. 

Who knows where she’s going to end up? She doesn’t know if she’ll ever find her way back here– or if an awful, shallow version of herself will turn up in her place when she leaves. Or… if that tomb stone with her name inscribed on it meant anything at all, maybe she’d just be…

Max swallows. 

Fading away, being forgotten… it was always one of her worst fears. She used to tell Chloe about it, when they were sprawled out on her bed as kids, pirate gear strewn around after a day of playing, keeping their voices down in the dark so Joyce wouldn’t scold them for staying up past bedtime. That was a simpler time, when there was only one Chloe and one Max to worry about.

Now, it feels like time is trying to erase her. This Max and this Chloe might feel like they belong together, but the universe says otherwise. It’s been hurting her. No matter how much she wants to stay, it’s time to listen to the universe’s demands. 

❛ Chloe, I… ❜

Chloe’s hands fold over Max’s shaky ones and squeeze tight. Warmth blooms there between them, the chill that cast itself over her skin dissipates. No. It’s not fair to hold another version of Chloe to any of these promises… but Max knows that this Chloe, in this time, will remember. And that’s enough. Max manages a small smile. Chloe was always the one instilling her with the confidence to be brave enough for any of this. 

❛ I know you won’t. ❜ Max manages to speak in spite of the lump in her throat. ❛ I can’t say the same for the Max who takes my place… but I’m not going to forget either, Chloe. I swear. ❜

[sunderstars]

‘ you have my whole heart. you always did. ’ <3 ( max to chloe )

the rain is a constant reminder of the world surrounding chloe, the beating of drums upon her skin, telling her that she exists. for now, anyway. her eyes drill into max’s, and in her hand she’s holding a picture from a lifetime – lifetimes – ago. the blue butterfly, resting innocuously upon a pail. it’s ironic, really, that the symbol of little changes to the past causing massive differences in the future was the catalyst for saving arcadia bay. the flap of one butterfly’s wings can cause a hurricane… in other words, the butterfly effect. chloe knows, for certain, that she was the root cause of everything. the universe, up until this point, has continuously attempted to return nature to its balance – and to do so meant her death. 

it didn’t bother her. 

        really, she was fine with it. 

                this… has to happen. it’s the only option. 

she’s trembling. the beating of the rain atop her skin is no longer felt, nor the rapid winds of the whirling hurricane. still, she cannot stop herself from shaking. tears blur with raindrops, and her voice keeps catching in her throat. god, this was the only outcome, the ending that they’d been headed towards this entire time. so why does she feel so small? so scared, drowned out by the storm surrounding them. she cannot scream, or cry, or plead for anything else. she’ll just stop existing. she gets no last hurrah, no swansong, no farewell. we’re all alone in the universe, she tells herself. and we’re all alone in death, too. 

and then max takes the photo, and chloe’s heart stops, for a moment. a split second, where the rain is no longer beating, the winds are still, and the lightning does not flash. there’s only the two of them, together in the world. max smiles. 

‘ you have my whole heart. you always did. ’   her voice is nearly swallowed by the roaring of the storm. with the last word she breathes, she tears the photo in half, once, twice… and then there was only one option, the only outcome. standing side by side, all they can do is watch the storm engulf arcadia bay, holding each other in their arms. 

there’s time, later, to rummage through the rubble the storm reduces their city to. there’s time, later, to see what destruction max’s decision has wrought. there will always be more time. chloe vaguely wonders if she’s worth the lives of all the people who are certain to die here, if her existence is anything compared to the weight of a hundred graves. she wonders if there are other max’s in other arcadia bay’s who chose to return and fix the impending doom and restore balance to the universe.  

this choice was an impossible one, something that no ordinary person could ever make. such a lofty power should never be in the hands of a mortal, let alone a child. no – max is not to blame, and chloe decides (after months of deliberation and sulking) to not compare herself to those lost. it isn’t, and never will be, fair. she shall choose to struggle against the fate that the world intended for her, be it death or whatever else they had planned. she’ll live, and she’ll live loudly and with pride.

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‘ you said you wouldn’t ever leave me. ’ ( catra to adora )

She Ra pitches back under the onslaught of slashes, back pressed against stone, sword skidding just out of her reach. A blurry Catra approaches– pausing cautiously when She Ra radiates golden light. There’s a blinding flash and she leaves a weathered, panting Adora in her place. Cornered, jagged rock bites through her Horde-issued shirt into her back as Catra closes the distance between them. A cat and a lion-turned-mouse. She leans in close enough that Adora can feel the warmth of her breath on her neck. She smirks, fangs peeking out, she says something that buzzes incoherently in her ears. It’s over. I let her get to me. ❛ Catra… ❜ They’ve been here before, their roles reversed. In Light Hope’s training simulations and actual battles where she had managed to pin Catra down, where she brought her sword down just an inch away from her face… but she could never go through with it. 

Let go, she was urged. But she couldn’t. Catra had to sever the ties for her, back on that ledge– Catra… she actually hates Adora enough to want her dead. Right–?

Or maybe not. Catra’s smugness falters and fades away, leaving a blank expression in its wake. Now that Adora’s herself again, it seems like she’s hesitating to use her claws. Her defenses seem to slip for an instant, revealing something hurt and conflicted under the surface. She closes her hands into fists and uses her words deliver the final blow. Vehemently, accusingly. ‘You said you wouldn’t ever leave me.’ 

And all at once, Adora sees flashes of their younger selves– tears rolling down Catra’s cheeks, their tiny hands clasped tight between them, their foreheads pressed together under the covers. Memories melt away to reveal their present situation, Catra’s eyes both blue and gold narrowed at her, burning holes through her heart. 

How did we get here? 

These questions always get answers– and they’re never merciful. Adora flinches. She should try to put up more of a fight, but her chest feels like it’s trapped in a vise. Reprimands stream through her, unyielding ‘your fault, your fault, your fault’ – ‘she hates you ’ – ‘you can’t let go’ –‘you’re going to fail the whole planet’ – then, a tinny, ethereal voice, one that doesn’t even sound like Adora– ‘just like Mara’.

❛ I– I’m sorry. ❜ Her voice breaks as she tries to cut through all the noise in her head. 

It would have been so easy for Catra to take her out right then and there. But the finishing blow never comes. Adora chances a glance at her and sees reluctance. She resists the urge to reach for Catra’s hand… one wrong move at this point could cost her her life. Probably. 

❛ I never meant to leave– I mean, I did, but–I just– ❜ Adora sighs, frustrated, and tries again. She stares at the ground searchingly, voice small and guilty and defeated. ❛ I was trying to do the right thing. ❜ Always trying, always failing, making a mess of things– ‘stop it, Adora’. That voice sounds like Bow and Glimmer, in unison. It offers her strength. 

❛ There were a lot of reasons why I left the Horde. ❜ Adora steels herself, her tone is low, steady– not pleading. She levels her gaze with Catra’s, a telltale sign of her sincerity. ❛ But Catra, you have to know that you weren’t one of them. ❜ 

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‘ i’m sorry i woke you. ’ ( nico to karolina )

❛ –Mm. ❜ Karolina hums. It suffices as a silent ‘it’s okay, I don’t mind’ while her body and mind are too leaded with sleep for words. She’s about to drift off again when the touch of lithe fingers reins her back in, tracing stars and constellations in her hair. Her eyes blink open slowly to find Nico’s dark eyes staring back at her– accompanied by an apologetic smile. Karolina can’t help smiling back at her. Training. Right. But for now, for just a moment, while they’re lost in each other’s eyes, she relishes in the fact that Nico always wakes her so gently… because in a few short minutes she’ll be out in the hall with her sharp demands, hauling everyone else out of bed like the cool, collected leader she is.

Being allowed to see Nico’s soft side makes her feel… important, somehow. Like she’s glowing from the inside out. 

❛ There are worse things to wake up to. ❜ Her sleep-laden voice is a husky whisper– and she knows Nico heard her, because her cheeks are tinted pink. Biting back a laugh, Karolina sits up, blankets rustling around her, and stretches her arms out in front of her. Then she leans over to give her a brisk kiss on the cheek. ❛ Good morning, Nico. ❜

[vhsmeme]

* the road starters

the road is a novel by cormac mccarthy. 

‘ i’m right here. ’

‘ you have my whole heart. you always did. ’

‘ we need to go. ’

‘ do you feel okay? ’

‘ i’m sorry i woke you. ’ 

‘ i don’t want you to get sick. ’ 

‘ you have to talk to me. ’ 

‘ my job is to take care of you. ’

‘ and you can’t give up. i won’t let you. ’

‘ it’s not safe. ’

‘ you’re going to be okay. ’

 ‘ shh. it’s all right. ’

‘ keep your head down. ’

‘ just sit here. you’ll be able to see me the whole time. i promise. ’ 

‘ you haven’t eaten in a long time. ’ 

‘ i’m sorry i yelled at you. ’

‘ i know you’re scared. that’s okay. ’

‘ stay close. ’ 

‘ you said you wouldn’t ever leave me. ’

‘ don’t let it get cold. ’

‘ and i won’t forget. no matter what. ’

‘ what’s the bravest thing you ever did? ’

‘ it doesn’t hurt. ’

‘ no, you’re starving. ’

‘ i’m trying. ’ 

‘ i don’t have good dreams anyway. ’

‘ i had a bad dream. ’

‘ are these all the blankets you have? ’ 

‘ it’s okay. it’s lightning. ’

‘ i should have been more careful. ’

‘ don’t lose heart. ’

‘ it’s a pretty good story. ’ 

‘ i’m just really thirsty. ’

‘ can i go with you? ’ 

‘ the one thing i can tell you is that you won’t survive for yourself. ’

‘ is it okay for us to take it? ’  

‘ i’m not anything. ’ 

‘ we got lots of stuff. ’

‘ i’m really tired. ’

‘ i feel kind of weird. ’

‘ but you’re not happy. ’

‘ i’m cold. ’

‘ do you remember anything? ’

[sunderstars]

[sunderstars]

‘ see? pretty. ’ ( karolina to nico <3 )

❛ hmm… i guess it could be… worse.  ❜

she does a small spin, the skirt of her turquoise dress flaring outward. it was far from nico’s idea to wear something so… bright, but they needed her in the group that would infiltrate the latest pride gala for information. and she couldn’t dress as she normally did – it would attract too much unwanted attention. so karolina promised to return with clothing that nico wouldn’t absolutely hate. she hadn’t been holding her breath, really, she knew she’d be at least somewhat uncomfortable. yet what she had procured was of decent quality, and not too beyond her tastes. loose-fitting, but tight around the waist; it wasn’t awful. 

(she would have preferred something black and strappy, but the idea was to not be recognized.)

nerves bubble up within her, as she mulls over their plan once again. they're supposed to stay low and away from too many of the big groups, and at all costs, avoid their parents should they make an appearance. alex was with their group, too -- he was the one who was to hack into the system and find all the proof they need to finally bring pride to justice. nico would get them in and out of any room with ease, and karolina was their defense should things go awry. if worse comes to worst, nico is certain she can... probably get them back to the hostel in a jiffy. 

sighing, she glances back to where she heard karolina’s voice. she’s hovering at the doorway, now, and nico can’t help but smile at the sight of her. all anxieties are forgotten, for the moment.  ❛ this sort of thing suits you better, though.  ❜  nico says simply. it’s true -- the dress karolina is wearing is a light pink and sleeveless, with gold embroidery across the chest and down the sides. her hair is done up, a slight wave to the parts that fell down the sides of her face. she looks beautiful. nico’s smile softens, and she treads quietly atop the marble floors of the hostel. she leans inwards, pressing a kiss to her cheek.  ❛ you’re stunning.  ❜  her voice is a hushed murmur, eyes half closed. 

they would have to leave soon, and put their lives in danger again to finally find peace. to be free of their parents… once and for all. but in this moment, nico wants simply to be with karolina, to not be burdened by responsibility or worry over anything. all she wants to do now is exist quietly, in this soft embrace.

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“If I tell you, will you marry me?” ( chloe to max hdksghd )

❛ –Are you cereal? ❜ Max’s lame, uniquely Max phrase falls from her lips before she can think to say anything remotely eloquent or charming in response– Chloe was always the one who could wear confidence like a rockstar, ever present in her smile and the ease of her posture. Max, on the other hand, is tugging on her t-shirt with a nervous laugh, a faint shade of pink sweeping over the bridge of her nose and singing her ears. Maybe she should be used to this–  it isn’t the first time Chloe has brought up the subject of marriage as a joke. But right now, with their legs dangling side by side in the back of her truck, they’re illuminated by starlight and listening to whispers of the forrest. It lends the moment a cinematic– almost romantic– atmosphere. Blue hair tinged with silver, the glow of her eyes in the dark… Chloe’s beautiful, she’s always been beautiful. It almost makes Max want to pick up her camera again. Almost.

Max’s eyes linger on Chloe’s lips for a moment. She wonders what it would be like to kiss her again, remembering the way adrenaline pulsed through her as she stood on her toes– both wearing Chloe’s pajamas, awash in sunrise– the quick brush of their lips. Back then, she needed that push, that dare to make a move. It would be so simple to close the distance between them right now. But after everything with Rachel– it’s only right to let Chloe make the decision to move things forward. When she’s ready. If she even wants to.

–Besides… Max is so over making choices for everyone else.

That doesn’t change the fact that her heart is fluttering like the wings of a butterfly, that her palms are all sweaty, or that she’s curling her toes in her shoes to endure all of these feelings at once. Even so, Max’s shy smile turns mischievous when her gaze flits up to meet Chloe’s.

❛ Well… ❜ She pauses, pretends she has to think about it. ❛ That wouldn’t be so bad. ❜

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‘ how is this important right now? ’ ( runaan to rayla )

His eyes are beginning to harden with the usual no-nonsense air. Oh no. He’s onto me. Rayla freezes beneath his gaze. This is bad. She pulls out one of those handy casual laughs that… in practice, doesn’t really sound so casual at all. The gap between each ‘ha’ is a little too long, a little too awkward. Yikes. Fidgeting with the rock she’d chosen off the path to show him, her wide eyes bore into it with an unspoken plea for answers. Pinching it between her fingers, she looks between it and Runaan’s unimpressed expression, and…

❛ –I’m so glad you asked! This rock here… ❜ It’s got a sort of triangular shape. And if she holds it up next to Runaan’s face at just the right angle… ❛ It looks exactly like one of your ears, Runaan! Isn’t that amazing!? ❜

–There’s absolutely no change in his expression. If anything, his frown deepens.  

❛ Guess not. ❜ Flippantly, she tosses the rock over her shoulder and approaches him. ❛ O-okay, okay. I’m coming. ❜ Dirt scuffs beneath her feet, she stops just before the toe of her boot can get wet. Fear grips and holds her in place, terror clawing its way into her heart like a beast into the belly of its’ prey. Stomach dropping, heart racing, she tries to distract herself by studying the path of stones scattered across the river. The path she must now take. 

Rayla was willing to try anything to avoid crossing, with it’s dark mysterious surface… a watery tomb just waiting to swallow her up. But she can’t just go and admit that to Runaan, now can she? A great assassin (in training) like herself, still afraid of a little water? Afraid of anything at all? It’s unheard of. 

When Runaan sighs and offers her a hand, she realizes she exposed herself without having to say anything at all. Then again, he had known her since she was small and fearful of even the water in the tub. But if she’s ever to prove herself to him… Rayla swallows hard, gently nudging his hand aside. 

❛ No. I can do this– ❜ Forcing herself to leap before she can think, she darts from one stone to the next, moving quickly to avoid thinking about the depths below. ❛ –on my own! ❜ She gasps only when her foot loses traction on a dastard slippery one– but twists to balance herself just in time, making it onto the other side. Kneeling in the grass, it takes all her self control not to kiss the ground beneath her feet in front of Runaan. 

When she turns her head to look at him, she could’ve sworn she caught him smiling. 

@sunderstars

[sunderstars]

❛ do you wanna build a snow elf? ❜ (rayla to runaan adksfjdks)

when he had first caught sight of the snowfall last evening, runaan knew exactly what he was bound to wake up to. and this morning, sure enough, a familiar call to his name sparks his attention -- rayla. ‘ runaan! hey, it’s snowing!  ’  her eyes wide, she shoots glances to the sky and then back to him, an awestruck smile spreading across her lips. she’s gotten taller, he muses, watching her with an eyebrow raised. he remembered when she barely reached his knees, horns included. now she is standing before him, grown past his waist, and shall grow further still.  

rayla’s own voice wrenched him from his thoughts; her not-so quiet pleas of playing in the snow is met with a stern look as he folds his arms across his chest. ❛ --- training first, rayla.  ❜  he sighs, though the tenser muscles loosen, and his slight frown dissipates. ❛ there will be time later, for us to build snow elves.  ❜  she grins at her victory (she knew by now it was not so difficult to win him over, at least for her) and races past him to the training grounds. children... where they obtain such a constant energy, he had no idea.