#danceforyourlife

[magioffire]

im not high enough for this shit

[foxtail-pottery]

I was so thankful to get out in the mountains several times this week! This is the always rewarding Maple Pass trail. Everyone here is overjoyed to have mostly clear skies thus far in August. Thank you to all the firefighters and smokejumpers who are hard at work getting lots of these new fires before they get out of control 👩🏼‍🚒🔥. And we have gotten decent rain lately (even as I type this it’s raining!) so that is an unexpected bonus! Let’s keep this thing going 🌧 #raindance #danceallnight #danceforyourlife #wildfireseason #northcascades #maplepass #methowvalley (at Maple Pass Loop Trail) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1CRvMZAybQ/?igshid=5bomymagf00j

[iresedge-arch]

@danceforyourlife​        /        a nice huge chomp from octavian to ray :)

his gasp was sharp –– followed quickly by a low moan that wasn’t of pain , but of pleasure . wild eyes of frenzy looked to his wrist where octavian had decided to  . . . sample the demons flesh . teeth ( no no . . . they were more like daggers ) digging deeper into his skin . with that kind of pressure from those little knives in his mouth surely he would break through and taste blood ! 

–– and the very thought drove him into madness ! 

“ octavian ! octavian y-you’re missing the artery . . . it’s to the side , not the center . ” what would demon’s blood do to a mortal man ? ( but was he even human anymore ? ) 

[lionfanged]

@danceforyourlife sent :  "you must be a popular guy with a lion following you around. nobody's chased you out with a pitchfork yet?" from cadence :~)

‘ if they are sane, then they will realize that no mere pitchfork will be ample enough. ‘

the dry, humored remark that echoed behind him was met in kind, reflexive and hardly without thought as to the absolute stranger in the middle of the wilderness who had simply... manifested. when he had entered these woods, the jungle undergrowth becoming more and more tangled as they trekked on, open fields trading in for twisting vines and ancient trees, he had initially suspected it to be solely occupied by monsters. if the people of hyrule balked at the sight of a lion, then how would they manage against something so meager as a brainless lizalfos?

pausing in the scavenging of monsters long since slain, atticus peered back over his shoulder. cairo had already turned sharp to confront their company, and his master eventually came to follow, taking his time to stretch fully upright. the battered corpse of the bokoblin he had been manhandling fell back to the muddy earth with a wet thump, head lolling as loose as a doll’s.

‘ i must say, you’re the first person i have met in this land who even recognizes what he is. ‘ through the thick leather of his glove, he could feel the static sparking along cairo’s lifted fur. ‘ am i safe to assume you aren’t from around these parts? ‘

pity. he would have liked a local guide to explain these ruins to him, but, given the willful ignorance of hyrule’s denizens, he doubted even their wisest elder would have any clue.

[livingecho-arch]

@danceforyourlife​

"when does it stop hurting? when does it heal? does it ever?" from dorian a fellow member of the dead wife club

the vyotous stared for a moment , towering over the other . he felt . . . stiff . like a wooden board . power to move stolen from him , ah -- he could barley breath .  they had spoken to him of pain , of sadness - of the hurt that dragged into their own heart , one so similar to his own . . . love of their lives stolen too soon , gone over that horizon so far that they could not follow . 

vis’ hands same together , fiddling with the rings he wore and scratching at his skin so carful so the fellow widow did not notice . this was a horrible conversation . what advice had he to give ? none ! he did not handle his wife’s passing with any sort of grace nor stability !  even now the scars of that trauma clung to his chest , filling his lungs with water to drown him in his sorrow . there were days were he did not leave the bed . didn’t eat . didn’t sleep . a zombie dancing around without passion nor love for anything . a husk of the being he once was before . 

his daughter was his only source of joy . 

“ . . . no . ” he spoke bluntly . “  it will hurt forever , but you . . . you learn to live with the hurt . at first it seems like you may die too , but . . . then it becomes your normal and you simply keep walking forward . ” 

[magioffire]

❛ I am not a fool. I see how you look at him. ❜ from cadent

stolen throne prompts (1) (2) ; accepting

"Yeah? And is it any of your business?" Valeriu remarked curtly, a little harsher than maybe he intended it to be. The mere mention of his feelings regarding Octavo was enough to set him on edge, like a cat with it's hackles up and it's spine arched, in a vain attempt to make itself appear bigger and more intimidating. That wouldn't work on Cadence, he knew this well enough, as if she knew exactly how to cut through his ego and lay his emotions bare. He usually played it off, didn't think too much into it. After all, one couldn't go around considering themselves to be so serious and perfect all the time. And usually her jests and banter were all in good fun, but the moment she brought up his tenuously ambiguous relationship with the bard. The two of them straddled the line between friends, lovers, and traveling companions, and the presence of Cadence threw a wrench into that. He sighed, and ran his hands down his face, where a deep blush already formed. "Is it really that obvious?"

[hyyrulicn]

@danceforyourlife​ cont. from ;; x

To disconnect from the moment, to let scripted words and practiced steps take center stage, was a vital skill the hero learned to don early on. Worry and hesitation had no place in the performance, not when one’s personality is scripted by fate.

...So steeled words and determined paces are forced to halt as the sudden grasp tears at his oh so delicately placed act, barely masking the hastily licked wounds of his performance with the damned maestro. How poorly that went, he tried not to think about how how the wounds weighed heavy on his chest. Eyes once glazed by resolve now met hers, cleared through surprise alone. Perhaps Cadence hadn’t realized how ironic that statement was, it was a lesson drilled in by more visits to a certain fate than he cared to remember, and that was not confession he intended to make either. She was concerned enough, clearly.

It was now, Link realized, after wavering breaths that he hadn’t given her much of an answer, mouth only opening and closing like some sort of baffled fish. Forcing himself back to the present, the boy shook his head, gaze falling to the floor just before that twisted vortex. “Still gotta do it, though.” Truly, spoken like a hero. Resolved to do what must be done, without a lick of anticipation or excitement, calloused hands rubbing tacky crimson away from a damp brow. He could feel it too, that insidious pull in the air. ...No, this would not be pleasant in the slightest. Why else would fate relegate the responsibility to as few souls as possible?

“Cadence, Oi-” Hesitant gaze found it’s way back to her, he could only hope his face kept as steeled as a knight’s ought to be. “..There’s not much of a choice here for me to make. Oi go in, Oi confront what’s there. Can’t be thinkin’ of costs when that’s my job..”

..Child soldier indeed. Not even parroted resolve could hide that crack in his voice.

[magioffire]

“ i… i thought you’d be taller, for some reason. ” also from cadence

for those with a reputation ; accepting

With how evenly and confidently the mage walked in elevated boots, one might not even consider he was wearing heels. Until he boots came off and he shrunk down a few noticeable inches. He wasn't exactly offended, more galled by the fact that of all the things she could have said to make a good first impression, any kind of impression, that was what she chose to say. "Oh? And I suppose Octavo really talked me up to make you imagine the perfect prince charming? I mean, I am perfect, so that's besides the point."