#endaether

[sigrika]

 *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. | Accepting.

@endaether asked: [ fear ] sender helps receiver face something they are afraid of x

"I'm   really   sorry   for   making   you   come   with   me,   Clive"   Gaze   lowered   to   her   feet   as   the   two   continued   on   their   path.   "I   just....   don't   like   being   in   the   dark.   I   always   get   these   chills   down   my   spine   and   it   feels   like   there's   something   watching   me." 

 It   was   annoying,   how   she   felt   like   such   a   coward.   Yet   she   couldn't   help   the   anxiety   that   filled   her   chest   when   the   sun   set.   "You   don't   have   to   walk   with   me   the   entire   way,   I'm   sure   I'll   be   okay   once   we   get   a   bit   closer   to   the   dorms!"

[lasthail]

Messes his hair up

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ryland’s  hair  :      *  is  mess  up  *

ㅤㅤ( i'm too lazy to find a picture of messy ryland hair so have this skrunkly fox . )

is  clive  ready  to  see  ryland  with  the  most  sticky-uppiest  hair  he’s  ever  seen  ?      because  there’s  this  really  cool  thing  called  hairspray  that  he  has  just  so  happened  to  have  used  this  morning  to  keep  his  blonder  outer  strands  specifically  in  place  .      which  are  now  not  in  place  at  all  because  clive  just  messed  it  all  up  ,        and  even  worse  ,        it's  staying  that  way  .      because  of  the  hairspray  .      now  it  looks  like  he  just  got  out  of  a  war  .        (    he’s  just  gotten  out  of  a  faculty  meeting  ,      so  it’s  basically  the  same  thing  .  )

 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ ㅤ*ㅤ UNPROMPTED .  /   𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

[viciousgrace]

Something catches his foot, and Clive propels forward. As the leader falls, a hand lands roughly on Yesha's shoulder as he attempts to steady himself. (Is she going to collapse under him? Or catch him? I wanted to leave that up to you :))

it happened so quickly that her instinct took over before anything else. clive lurches forward and yesha shifts her footing, one boot scraping against stone as she absorbs the sudden weight against her shoulder. the impact is solid but hardly enough to knock someone like her off balance. "easy," she murmurs, a hand coming to rest lightly against his forearm until she feels him regain his lost footing. only then did she let go, the corners of her mouth lifting in quiet amusement. "are you alright?"

she looks at the ground, at the spot he almost pitched at face first, and scrunches up her nose at what looks like buffalo dung smeared across the sparse grass. "that was close," yesha says, regarding clive with her indigo eyes. a laugh escapes her before she can stop herself, but it's quiet enough to muffle behind the back of her hand. "that would have been a very unfortunate way to go, clive."

[seachant]

I dare you to kiss Jasmine >:)

𓍯 ִֶָ the prince and the princess.   the fairytale of love in every storybook,  every tale,  every song.   ariel has had to watch aladdin court jasmine through this entire storyline,   while both helped her to get their wishes.   if you help a mermaid you get a wish,   she had told him,   aware of his desire to be with the princess.

but something had changed this past month.   as she sat on the roof beside @saheira,   there was a feeling of frustration having to help aladdin further with this lie.  this facade of superficial attraction.

canted crown,  red curls spilled down her back,  admiring the land princess’ features.  jasmine was a masterpiece;  that savage grace in her smile,   eyes of siren allure that would drown a sailor with a glance.  ariel has never been one to deny herself the pleasure of beauty and admiration held no harm,  right  ?   

except in this moment,  as the other kept meeting her gaze,  she wanted to do more than just watch and appreciate from a distance.  she wanted to touch and savour what being held by her would feel like.

so as jasmine leaned closer,   maybe to take a better look at someone down below,  ariel couldn’t help herself.   the distance between them was too unbearable and she decided to finally close it,   pressing her lips to hers.  intent and gentle with a vague sense of desperation in her touch,   hoping it’d be returned and matched as she reached for her hand.   she hadn’t pulled away yet,  so she ventured further and deepened the kiss,  her free hand cupping jasmine’s cheek. @endaether

[metoikhomai]

— @endaether ;

❛ Tell me - what are your intentions with Joshua? ❜ Crosses his arms. He's open to hear him out.

truthfully, dion all but anticipated this moment.

clive and joshua love each other dearly. clive's devotion especially spans so many years. he'd hoped to have a little more time to think it through, ideally with joshua, but this brashness suits clive so well, dion can't be upset with him. it comes from a place of love, after all.

dion averts his eyes. he's not the shy sort, usually, which makes this all the more mortifying. "i've no clear answer for you yet, ifrit," he says, voice soft and gentle. "whatever it is that is happening between us has just taken root. all i can promise you is that i've no ill intentions; you know me well enough, i believe, to know i would never hurt him."

[sinquiem]

❛ Keep taunting me and I might forget to pull my punches. ❜ x

born  into  legacy  ,   son  of  the  renowned  dark  knight  ,   he  had  known  training  halls  better  than  anyone  ,    for  was  it  his   nightly  routine  to  be   beneath  torchlight  halls  with  steel  singing  against  steel.    so  ,    this  ?    the  senseless  duels  waged  in   between  his  duties , were  naught  but  child’s  play.  perhaps  that was why he  taunted  with  such  ease  ,    every  grin  ,    every  idle  tilt  of  his  head  ,    another  proof  of   his  unwavering confidence  worn  like  armor.    balrog  ,  trusted  steel  fists  ,  burned  at  his  sides  ,    gauntlets  wreathed  in  a  heat  that  hungered  for  more  fight with fists   primed  and  ready  to  continue  ,  when  another  dared  add  their  own  taunts  into  the  mix.

‘    careful  ,    big  talk  like  that  usually  comes  right  before  someone  embarrasses   themselves.    ‘    another  roll  of  his  shoulders  ,   as   grin  never  once  dared  to  falter.    ‘    but  hey  ,    don’t  let  me  ruin  the  moment.    give  it  your  best  shot.    ‘

[seachant]

TRY + Barbie (like from the animated movies)

yes. clara, erika and anneliese, r*apunzel, annika ... love all the classics.

aidan: exists. annika:

SEND  TRY + A CHARACTER  YOU’D LIKE TO SEE ME ( ATTEMPT ) TO WRITE ! @endaether

[wistrea]

there is a trust that lingered between them that was forged by the appearance of his fire, even before she could put a face to the many things she had heard about the last remnants of rosfield's blood. the strength that he wields his blade is one of the many things she finds intriguing about him, and why she continues to draw close in his company as they stand there beneath moonlight. lithe fingers had reached out, the curve of a smile playing 'pon her lips, as she took hold of one of his gloved hands. ❛ even the sun of serault cannot stop the winds that grow ever cold. these hands of yours that have burned before, would they offer me warmth if i'd asked, i wonder? ❜ she mused, lighthearted more than anything, a smile on her lips as she tilted her head up to meet his gaze. ❛ clive. ❜

@endaether , 💜