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nosferatuinblue replied to your post: 

(( merida u gross ))

sandsofchaos replied to your post: 

//beautiful. so soft is young love XD

merida could be covered head to toe in horse shit and mac would still be falling over himself tbh

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[stares at her from across the great hall during dinner and sighs deeply]

                            Belches.

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A guard has caught the young Macintosh outside of your bedroom door at an ungodly hour. How do you explain your behavior to your mother?

A few maids always assumed, but never said anything outright about it. The jury was out completely for the laundress who tended to her sheets, and thankfully who wore too little to ever leave much behind.

But tonight’s visit didn’t even have anything to do with the bed. And as much trouble as she was still wont to cause, she didn’t appreciate for being yelled at when she hadn’t even done anything. Yet.

She folded her hands at her hips, sighing. “Ye’ll have to talk Maudie’s ear off, instead. ‘s her fault he’s up a’ this hour, whinin’ about some belly ache.”

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Merida: I miss Macintosh.

Young Macintosh: [says something]

Merida: ...

Merida: Never mind.

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≡

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Her shoulders tensed up briefly before sagging against him. With a sigh she patted his back, looking up at him with a small smile. “I didn’t think ye’d notice I left. I was only having m’ midnight snack,” she admitted sheepishly.

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Boop

Send me “Boop” for my muses reaction to yours randomly poking mine.

She had never outright suggested it to him, but she was certain he was overly fascinated with noses. At least hers, and in comparison to his own. He had written a handful of sonnets.

As he reached for her, all teeth and smile, she instinctively drew back until she found herself up against the wall. There was no stopping him, no, no -

Boop.

She wrinkled her nose and sneezed.

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He entered the cell like a shot, closing the door with as little noise as possible before turning in a mad dash to free her from her cuffs with a large key. "Go" he told her in a hard whisper before he looked to her desperately "Run."

My character is about to be executed. How does your character say goodbye?

Her cell was pungent with the smell of rotting food, but only she knew that it was bad before it had even reached her. Sitting up a little, she scratched a flake of dirt from her cheek. 

Since being committed to the dark underneath the castle, she had seen had seen his face many times: in the face of a cracked brick, in a bowl of water, now. It hurt to see him, especially when he wasn’t real.

Reaching out a filthy hand to touch his cheek she sighed, reveling in the warmth. At his command she tilted her head to the side, frowning.

"No." she said, clearing her cracked throat. "No," They would kill him for helping her escape, and of course no one would question that he had done it. “This is - this is my fault. I willnae let ye pay fer my crime.” She turned her eyes away from him, unable to look at his broken eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

In the distance she heard the clatter of an opening door. She had just enough strength left in her to shove him out the door. “Go. Run.”

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♥

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She felt silly standing still like this, staring at the top of his head while he pressed his ear to her belly and strained to hear something. As much as her mother went on about the beauty of childbearing, she had also skimped on her tiring it was.

Eyes listing shut, she yawned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Whit is she saying, lov’?” she asked.