#brilwyns

[whitecrowrising-blog]

Kisses his cheek. B))

She looooove me.

[tarnioang-blog1]

“I want to hold you like no one else has, love you like no one else has, and make you mine in ways no one else ever will.” - brilwyns

     Her fingers are in his hair, the sun is creeping through their window and the grove is filled with the sounds of birdsong and morning, but this is the only thing he hears. They have been awake for hours, laying together in the darkness of early morning in silence, simply living in each other’s presence. She is the first to speak.

His mouth parts, the thumb that had been aimlessly brushing along her arm coming to a stop as the whispers leave her lips. This will not be difficult for her. None have ever loved him, none have ever held him the way she does. Such love and adoration within her, pouring out and spilling to the floor. Men and women have been his many times in his life, if only for an evening or a week, but he has never belonged to any of them. He has never fit with them the way he does with her, his jagged edges meshing so harmoniously with her cuts and corners. He’s always been the one people go to when they want to escape for a few hours.

He’s never known that it could be possible for him to want something - someone - like he wants her.

Stomach flutters, his hand moving to lay on her swollen belly and gently coax her to lie on her back. Shifting down, he pulls the blanket off of her form down to her belly and, for the first time, curls into her. Listens to the soft thrumming pound of a baby’s life within her. He will never say anything. She should already know that her wish is what he lives for now.

[tarnioang-blog1]

bril + kona for the sentence thingy !!

     she is his weakness, his strength and everything that is right in his life.     she is the sun in the morning, the moon at night, the stars in the sky and the kiss of cool breeze on a summer afternoon.     she is what makes him a man, what tells him that his life is worth living, and she gives him the motivation to be more than he has ever been.

[tarnioang-blog1]

brilwyns replied to your post:     my face when i realize it’s already 2133 and...

[wraps you up in blankets and love and affection] you are allowed to relax !!

like i fed the baby and gave her a bath before putting her to bed but lmao her toys are strewn all over the floor all over the house and the counter’s covered in my crap i just threw down when i got home but idgaf i earned it after the most boring ten hours of my adult life.

[arsuledin-archive]

brilwyns replied to your post:Here’s the thing: I am slow with replies, and I am...

i’m sorry that happened to you friend !!! :c

It’s okay D: it was bound to happen, tbh.

[inquisidont-blog]

@brilwyns || Greeter

The Temple of Mythal had been quite the experience. So much history was preserved there and they hadn’t had the time to fully study it all. Quinn doubted they would have the time to go back. For the moment, preserving history and magic wasn’t his main concern. Once he found the time, he approached Brilwyn, a worried frown creasing his forehead. “Inquisitor I... I wanted to see how you were doing. The magic of the Well was powerful and you took that into yourself. How are you feeling? Has your magic been reacting any differently? No odd happenings?” the questions poured out of him before he could stop himself. 

[svcrificed-blog]

( @brilwyns )

       it was stupidly absurd just how NERVOUS a little lady like brilwyn could make him. there was something so incredibly soft, cloyingly enchanting by her youth and her vigor that it spoke to a part of him he long thought dead. HOPE. she gave him a taste of it, something he only held onto the first months of being a warden, where he believed so falsely that he could go home one day. and now she gave him hope now that one day he could be happy, unhindered by the burden that was forced upon him so long ago. “inquisitor,” his voice was feathered soft as it often was when he spoke to her, head dipped in respect, “i heard you might be leaving soon for a quest, i was wondering if i could come along?” to watch over her. creators knew no one else did.

[tarnioang-blog1]

💬

party banter!      accepting

Kona: You mustn’t twist your leg like that when you climb. You’ll hurt your hip.Brilwyn: I’m not twisting my leg.Kona: Your arse has been in my face this whole time and a dozen times before. You’re twisting your leg.Brilwyn: [embarrassed noises]