#dngerzned

[witchered]

@dngerzned asked; “Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, let me just—” / from ophelia.

𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 , 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. has been at it best part of the afternoon , more herbs and flowers picked from the garden and brought inside in armfuls. leaves and thorns picked from stems , bowls of whole flowers and just plucked petals now sit around in equal measure. when stores run low it's one thing , but as the warmer seasons end and they creep toward winter it becomes another concern entirely. and he will not ride all the way to white orchard once the snows come in just for medicines that could have been gathered so easily.

he grows tired of it after so many hours , pollen drifting around in the air and invading senses. repetitive and delicate work to strip stems of all their worth , hands nicked and a cut now sliced across his fingers , and so the witcher stops with an irritated grunt. throws down tough stems and sits back in his chair , eyes closed. but by the time breath leaves him , sweet voice finds his ear. comforts , really , that she would have noticed it and seek to help in ways so small.

' i know. ' it's measured , despite his frown. always knows of his frustrations and when he grows weary , and ophelia knows better than asking whether he's alright. he's not , but she'll put it right again. the way that she stops , basket of apples from the garden held against her hip to free one of her gentle hands to come to his aid , the witcher must turn his head to look at her. messy strands of silver are turned away , tucked behind his ears so they might bother him no more , and by the time she ducks her head to leave a kiss upon his brow , words slip forth. it's useless trying to stop them , the earnest truth that they are. ' i love you. '

[whomuses]

@dngerzned had little warning of this.

It was late; the butter yellow of the old street lights illuminating rough puddles every dozen feet or so. It still feels like home, even now he's so much later. Being back here is always strange, the dichotomy of the angry, sullen, lanky teen who found some solace kicking a ball against the wall with equally angry and lonely mates, versus the England player hero he often thought of himself as. It brings out that old, scared, trapped version of himself - not the cruel mask he'd worn for so long. But the real, original him. And he feels bad, to ring their bell this late. To bother them, in this still too-small once-council house, that's still home to his mum. And he loves Simon, too, even if he's fucking shitty at showing it, because the man had tried so hard to glue the pieces of a broken home together with brownies and cups of tea... he hadn't told his mum he was coming home tonight. It was a surprise to him as much as anyone else, his fancy car looking out of place just a little further down the street.

[tartt9]

i miss you like a little kid. / from keeley.

Jamie had to be dreaming. He never expected to hear words like those out of Keeley's mouth. Sure, he'd wanted to, but he'd fucked up massively with her, and he knew that. He just never thought he'd get another chance, and it would've been fair of her to not give him that chance, after everything he did. Jamie would've blamed Rupert, would've blamed Roy, would've blamed anyone but himself two years ago, but he knew better now - Jamie had made his own bed and was now laying in it. He'd been cruel to someone who he never deserved. To the best person he'd ever met. And now, here she was, standing in front of him, after he'd fucked up once again on a massive scale - how was he supposed to know that password was spelled like that? - telling him that she missed him? Maybe she just meant as a friend. He wouldn't let his hopes get too high. Finally, after staring at her for what felt like minutes but was likely only a few seconds, Jamie started nodding. "Yeah - yeah, I... I miss you, too, Keeley. I miss you a lot. You were, like... the best thing that ever happened to me. Seriously." It was easy to admit that to her; it was always easy to tell Keeley everything inside of his mind. "I really do."

@dngerzned [ keeley ] // from here !