#chngling

[farahdowling]

“ i just need a hug . ”

                             𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 , 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 upon features / gentle intent within the light grasp that comes to envelope the fire fairy -- ; farah allows for arms to wind around the other , perching against her back as chin tilts , resting atop blooms head . a sigh flutters loose auburn locks , the mind fairy allowing herself the luxury of sinking into something that doesn’t require intense thoughts , 𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 -- / simply placing herself into a moment wherein she can be comforted as much as offering comfort .                                                                        while not a woman to display outward emotion whenever possible , there had been something inside blooms request that had stirred the older woman -- / the hug had been NEEDED by both , not that farah would be forthcoming about such a thing . lips press against the fairys crown , lingering for a moment before pulling back .       ‘ anything you need , bloom , anything . ‘

[farahdowling]

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

                            hiss slips unbidden / ushered between clenched teeth as gaze FLASHES -- momentary distraction that cost stance ; frame doubles over , azure hues closing tightly with gasping breath pushed forth . yet still do intentions keep tight reins / bloom held PRIORITY , no matter what happened to her body , farah would fight until that bitter end . && so when danger abates , does the headmistress turn , darkening hues falling upon the fire fairy before dropping to her knees , hand wrapped tight to abdomen / harsh breath escaping from open maw in pants .           ‘ bloom ? ‘                soft ; cautious , near fearful . as though uncertain what she would see upon risen attentions .                                                                             slender frame pushes to stand , booted feet struggling to make purchase upon earth beneath her but shaky steps carry her away from the blood stained dirt / towards she who this had all been for . hand extends , curling fingers around the others hand / anchor for herself , reassurances felt deep within her bones .                       ‘ i told you to STAY AWAY . ‘                     words lack bite / layers of comfort hidden beneath reprimand . tightened grip on her hand to convey ... she was unsure what .                                                    gasp halts whatever remaining comments she had been planning to make / stumbling forwards , slipping just slightly upon the blood beginning to pool from the wound to her side -- but ask it of her , && she would do it all again , there was little the woman would not do for those she cared for . it occurred to her for but a moment to heal her wounds herself , yet exhaustion held her tightly by the shoulders , each movement a glare of pain && WEAKNESS / shown in the lines around her mouth && between her eyes . another squeeze of her hand around blooms own ,                                                             ‘ you could have been HURT . ‘

[leechtouch-arch]

valentine’s day application ! accepting

Name: Bloom Peters Age: 18/19  Do you like to cuddle?: yes - sometimes . Can we make-out?: yes  A night in or dinner out?: night in – but i still expect dinner. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: strawberries What makes you a good Valentine?: kai i can’t believe ur making me fill this out Would you cook for me?: you don’t want me to. Would you let me cook for you?: hell yes.

                                     “Sounds like a plan fire fairy.”

[farahdowling]

‘ i tell myself i don't need you ’

                                      for a moment does silence hold / agitation in the twine of her hands before her , unlacing only to smooth down non-existent creases down the front of her coat . the words trickle down frame , coming to rest within the hollow that once housed a heart -- a sigh slips past clenched teeth , something full of exhaustion && another little piece of grief that had been tucked away for so many years . the feeling of being UNNEDDED not something unknown to the headmistress , yet in this instance it STUNG enough to cause uncertainty to flood her / holding her tight within its taloned grasp .                   ‘ && do you truly believe that ? ‘                  brows loft high upon her forehead , watching the other almost CAUTIOUSLY as a step forward is taken to place her within the others space / reaches out -- softly , slowly . no contact is made , if anything she simply settles on the air between them ; the curve of her mouth saying what she cannot .                         within the air does her hand close , fingers curled within against soft palm , forcing crescents into skin , yet she does not relent as hand falls back to her side .

            a pause , twitch of her fingers where they rest at her sides ,          ‘ all i want is what is BEST for you . ‘                                             the truth spoken from tongue of she who had only ever done what she had deemed the safest option , the best option ... not always right , of this she could admit -- / though not until pushed , pulled from her comfort zone && thrust into the light ; 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 on display for all to see .