#allmothered

[stygicniron]

the vibe is we have known each other for a million years and i genuinely can't remember at this point. but hi old, i love you! <3

Ask Meme: What are the Vibes?? -- @allmothered

I also don’t remember when we first met??? but ahhhh!! I love you too!!

[forgefought]

@allmothered​  »  [ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

hours tick by. it’s something to be conscious of now: time.  the literal, not figurative interpretation of. the sun sets; the sun rises and yet hardly did he know there were numbers assigned to each and every moment.  a midnight, a noon, a half past, and something called a rush hour that still right out of his fumbling grasp.   

ever so, there is a familiar ache in his bones, twinges that creep on his arms, and joints that rattle - he gets to name it now. fingers tap the focus planted (gingerly) along his temple:  02:00AM. whatever that meant.  but that settling scream in the din of night, the rampant shake that both him and ersa endured, the coiled fingertips that yank and demand... 2AM, it had a name now between the snarls and the shrieks, the scampering bare feet into the middle of the dusty road to just escape hollering. 

seems fair, he supposes, with jaw clicking tight and pale eyes blinking faster than the sweltering memory can form.  something as unremarkable deserves an unremarkable marker ( ‘ don’t do that to yourself ’   — what do you know, ersa  ) 

and he reaches for a tankard with mead now turned warm and flat before stopping short with staggered palm.  a soft promise remains, something that he told himself afters scraping his sister’s knee, after they were no longer under that roof and out for themselves - he wouldn’t ... he wouldn’t.   

it’s the footfalls that snap him out of a late night reverie, hand snatching back and shoulders dropping with a quick jerk of his head.  like a forge flame burning bright, he’d know her anywhere and judging by the weary... well, wearier look she bore, it’s hard to feel bad for himself.  

“  can’t sleep  ? ”   he offers obviously, a meek chuckle guising whatever plaintive emotion wore harsh before. before she can answer, before she can rebuttal him or scold him into being awake at this hour, like his body doesn’t remember every single night. . .   “    yeah, me neither.  hey, uh, since we’re both up, how about a game of strike  ?  if you’re up for it. not saying you have to but it’s a way to pass the time.  ”  he doesn’t wait to clear a space, doesn’t wait to remove the full tankard to the floor, forgotten for now.    change the routine, change the memory - rather than sleepless, rather than painful, maybe for a change something new. something with her.  a new way to define 2AM. 

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[reivontulet-arch]

𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒔𝒄. / for @allmothered​

❝ just ignore him, red. he’s not the first asshole to come to this bar, won’t be the last. ❞

[chaosgone]

 @allmothered​   liked   the   starter   call   !

 BLACK   MOSS   ICING     all   over   her   fingers,   knife   held   carefully   in   her   grasp   as   she   cuts   the   cupcake   in   half   with   terrifying   precision.   the   little   thing’s   got   her   full   attention   :   tongue   trapped   between   sharp   teeth,   tail   swishing   behind   her   from   side   to   side,   brows   furrowed   in   concentration.   all   worth   it   when   the   cupcake   is   perfectly   halved.         ❝     TA-DA   !!     ❞         loud   enough   it   makes   sprinkle   scurry   away   from   where   he   was   curled   up   at   jester’s   elbow,   climbing   aloy   to   hide   on   her   shoulder.   jester   grins,   all   feline   satisfaction,   pushing   half   across   the   table   to   her.   outside,   rexxentrum   is   just   starting   to   wind   down   for   the   day,   lively   chatter   making   way   for   the   comfort   of   evening.         ❝     next   time   we   go   to   uthodurn   we   should   get   the   recipe,   that   way   we   can   make   them   like   ...   all   the   time   !!     ❞

[fearbend]

❝              do  you  make  a  habit  of  picking  battles  you  can’t  win  ?  ❞  more  rhetorical  than  anything  else,  the  question  is  voiced  passively,  velveteen  tone  full  to  the brim  of  disinterest.  still,  she’s  never  taken  any  chances  and  isn’t  about  to  start  now.

so  her  stance  remains  unmoving,  the  balls  of  her  feet  pointedly  rooted  in  her  kata  ;  a  clear  DICHOTOMY  between  body  language  and  speech.

@allmothered​​  liked  for  a  starter

[forgefought]

❛  —  when  i  said  i  was  lucky  to  get  a  minute  of  your  time,  i  meant  it.    so  this  ?  sorta  seems  like  you're  trying  to  use  up  all  my  luck  in  one  night.      can't  say  i  mind,  though.    ❜   @allmothered​

[chaosgone]

 @allmothered​   liked   the   starter   call   !

 ❝     YOU   KNOW     ————     ❞         she   is   entirely   serious,   body   leaning   forwards,   eyes   wide   with   wonder,   voice   pitched   low   for   the   drama.   the   light   from   the   fire   casts   a   glimmering   red   shadow   across   her   blue   skin,   accentuating   the   way   her   horns   frame   her   head,   the   very   image   lacking   her   usual   softness.         ❝     once   i   saw   a   bug   carrying   a   piece   of   bread   that   was   like   five   times   its   size   ...   and   he   was   carrying   it   up   the   stairs   !!   like   up   ...   and   then   he   would   turn,   and   it   would   go   up,   and   then   he   would   turn.   and   he   went   like   that   aaaaall   the   way   to   the   top   !!     ❞

[forgefought]

cautious motions and he’s a wreck of creature though his face doesn’t bare the weight of such shame.  instead, his fingertips stutter - could fingertips stutter ?  could the lock and coil of joints be called that ? the seize of musculature and sinew, begging purchase and bearing ... heavy breath and he finally finds reason along the berth of her hips, pulling close yet with enough give that she can flee, can flounder, and can give cause to break away. last thing he wants to do is cage her; hold her, sure, but she’s beyond the bounds of his own existence and he’s lucky for just a moment, not even a minute these days.   

his forehead taps down against hers, noses barely brushing and by the forge, he’s convinced his grip is bruising.   “  not sure where to put my hands, ”  it comes in a breath of laughter, unbelievable and wild  - errant urges cast to the wayside and he’s a man wanting finding solace in the most simple of things.    this right now ?  it’s perfect.    

“  you, uh,  . . .    you tell me if i overstep, just lay me out or something. i know you’re capable, ”  of that much and more. teeth worry a bottom lip - he’s stupidly sober, a snarl ringing in the back of his mind, liquid courage would ruin this, ruin everything and he knows it.   “  i  just . . .  i just want you to know that this ?   this is fine. better than fine, great even, i  . . .  forge, i’m bad at words.    ” 

@allmothered​