#fireballsandsmokechains

[merlinsmushrooms]

@fireballsandsmokechains - liked a starter call. ---

Despite the absolute ridiculousness of his appearance under such a large and heavy robe, it was the only way for him to actually follow her outside in such hellish weather. Winter - while the most aesthetically pleasing of the seasons - was not his favorite time to be outdoors, even if the cold was technically only mild at this point. Pulling his fur-lined hood up over his head more, he would sigh as the frost nipped at his nose relentlessly.

“...I have no idea why you want to be here right now, but I’d rather you not take your time.”

[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

Megara assumed that the blonde was sound asleep. It was rare that moments of simplistic intimacy presented themselves so she ceased the opportunity while she could. Her slender and delicate fingers combed through the woman's hair. It was a moment she'd want to last for as long as possible.

[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

🔷

🔷 a kiss on the eyelid

        She was beautiful when sleeping. All the weariness was gone from her features; she looked at peace. It was a rare look to behold, and thus it was even more precious.

        Helga gently held Meg’s face and kissed the sleeping woman's eyelids. Let her sleep. She needed it. But..... she would be here. To watch and behold the moment, and to be present when her lover awoke.

[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

✲ (for the kiss drabble meme)

✲ for a random one of the above. ☁ for a trail of kisses along your muses body

        She was a Goddess. Helga Sinclair was certain of it.

        Who else could hold such worldly knowledge? Be so kind yet so feared? Be gentle and loving and still bite worse than a rabid dog? Could scoff at the conventions of Man and live her life as she desired.

        Megara was a Goddess, and she deserved to be treated as one.

        Helga felt long, olive fingers comb through her hair as she worked to worship the Greecian’s body. Gentle kisses, one after the other, from neck to collar and from collar to breast. Between the breast, down her bare midrift...

        Oh, how much bolder around the female figure the soldier had become since her first foray! 

        But, Megara deserved it. Deserved her worship. Every bit of it.

[lilladybayou]

♝

♗ - my muse is discussing their ideal partner and suddenly realize they’re describing yours

“My ideal partner?” Tiana thought about the question for amoment. “Honestly, someone who is blunt. I know it sounds weird but I wantsomeone who is honest. But at the same time I want someone who can be kind andhas a heart.”

“Hm,” Megara nodded. “Continue.”

“I also like someone who is a bit sassy too,” Tianacontinued. “Someone who keeps me on my toes.”

“Almost sounds like me.”

Tiana was silent for a second.

“Well, in a way,” Tiana gave a small smile. “They would haveto be selfless too….like you.”

“Like me?” Megara repeated.

“Yeah, a lot like you.”

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[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

Runs away with the blonde to make her brunette self less angry because she's a child apparently.

-no qualms with this at all. Runs along happily-

[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

fireballsandsmokechains replied to your post: kisses the angry blond to make her less angry

EXCUSE MEEEEE

-pulls out the popcorn-

[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

❣

16. a happy kiss.

        A year. It had been a full year before she could input the beloved set of coordinates into the Gate and step through the glistening blue portal again.

        Tracking Meg down was not particularly hard; She was, after all, a princess. Helga thanked the citizen who had informed her and set out.

        Just as told, there she was, sitting in a garden, looking statuesque and solemn and world-wearied...

        ...And beautiful.

        “You haven’t changed a bit,” Helga said with a smile, walking up to her. Muscled arms wrapped around Meg’s frame and she tilted her head up those spare couple inches to kiss her. Kiss her... and smile.