Nov 6, 2015
Casually drops a new stuffed griffin in her lap and leans on her from behind. "Hi." [bran]
Hugs the griffin to her chest and twists around to kiss him. She might be crying a little. “Thank you.”
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Casually drops a new stuffed griffin in her lap and leans on her from behind. "Hi." [bran]
Hugs the griffin to her chest and twists around to kiss him. She might be crying a little. “Thank you.”
@frayeddarkness [x]
“Not really,” he says with a laugh. “I just…I don’t know, I wanted to spend some time with you, is all.” After all, he was missing for a while. Oops? “So…where d’you wanna go?”
“Hm, dunno,” she says, nuzzling him a bit. “How’re y’feelin’? Wasn’t that long ago y’got back... We could stay in f’you’re still tired.”
(to Demi ofc) "I'm here, princess." [Bran]
“B-Bran!?” Squeals and clings to his neck, then giggles a bit when she’s calmed down. “We goin’ somewhere special, or somethin?”
You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, is... I think I love you. Is this love? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.
Yvaine (Stardust by Neil Gaiman)
There's a letter awkwardly stuffed into Demi's locker, written a little haphazardly and hurriedly shoved in before the writer could change their mind. "I love you. You're smart, and funny, and really pretty, and I love how tough and stubborn you are, and you make me laugh and smile way more than I ever thought I'd be able to again. You're amazing and I love you a lot. I-I just wanted to tell you." The bottom is ripped off, like he signed his name and then changed his mind and left it anonymous.
Is she crying a little? Perhaps, but she’s touched, it’s a natural response. She runs her thumb over the tear, as if she can still make out the name written on the missing piece, then folds up the note and places it in her pocket. Until she finds who wrote this, she’ll be keeping this on her person.