#folkkways

[positivelys]

@vallorouslly / @folkkways has such lovely and wonderful ocs and a beautiful prose that always makes me smile, even when i'm having a bad day. i am always so happy to see you on my dash and i adore all our threads to bits, i am grateful you followed me and i'm so so glad i followed back because you are a gem!

[fortitudina]

Finished commission for @folkkways

[agntwells]

@folkkways sent | [ comforting hug ] a hug given to someone to comfort them (wren) [ hug meme ]

“Hey -- no, it’s beyond okay, Wren, don’t…” Liza looks at the other woman, her tone trying to reassure Wren that these downy feathers that were currently being swept up from the corners they’d fluttered to, were not an issue. Not unless something was wrong medically speaking -- but Liza had done a little research, and molting in birds was normal. So, given the wings, she just assumed that this was relatively typical.

She can still see the -- guilt? Anxiety, maybe? -- in Wren’s eyes and something twists in her stomach. Setting the broom aside, Liza crosses over to where the other woman is standing and carefully wraps her up in a hug, mindful of her wings. “It’s really okay. I actually have an idea if… if it’s not totally ridiculous.” Liza says, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips when she pulls away after a moment, her hands sliding to gently hold Wren’s elbows.

“We gather up the downy feathers, and if there’s enough, we can make a pillow or two. Or small ones -- no sense in letting them go to waste.” Liza suggests, shrugging a shoulder. “Maybe silly, but I promise all of this is okay no matter what we do with them. Really.”

[kingcenred]

She'd woke to a cold bed, and Caerwyn had an idea as to where her husband was. Such important things kept them both up late recently, but he aught to get some sleep. Slipping on her robe, doing so rather selfishly with a gentle flutter of butterflies in her stomach, she pads through the dark palace halls to his study. Luckily, she can wander in out of his immediate line of sight, closing the door behind them with delicacy. "My dear, it's late..." She coos, hands sliding on his shoulders for a gentle rub or two, a sweet massage as she peers down at the paperwork he's eyeing. "You're dedication is admirable, but you need rest." She dares allow her lips to caress his temple, a sudden yearning to experience him quietly overwhelming. "Won't you come back to bed?" Though she knows she won't win that easily, arms loosely wrap around his neck from behind, lips lingering against his hair.

@folkkways

There is progress being made, certainly, but still too many innocents are suffering under Uther's regime. There are often nights where he cannot stop considering different strategies, other kingdoms to seek alliance with, anything that will help overthrow the Pendragon's iron fist. He doesn't turn at the sound of footsteps, correctly guessing that the only person who would dare enter his study unannounced - particularly at this time of night - would be his wife.

A quiet sigh escapes him as Caerwyn's hands roam across his shoulders, and he leans into the kiss to his temple. Still, he doesn't quite relinquish the grasp on his paperwork - his thoughts whirling around too eagerly - even though his attention is diverted by her question.

"I have so much to do..." he protests, yet but even he can hear the weakness there. His hands reach up to brush tenderly up and down the arms she's looped around his neck, and he hums in satisfaction. "I suppose it can wait until tomorrow," he considers.

[apurekindness]

"could you help me with something?" (wren)

@folkkways

"Of course." The doctor immediately puts down the medical journal she'd been reading, and glances up at her new, unexpected housemate. There had been push back from the managers at the hospital once they had found out about Kiara's suggestion - it wasn't appropriate, the boundaries between patient and doctor were being crossed too much - but they'd eventually made an exception...particularly when the police had agreed Kiara's house might be one of the safest places for her.

Wren was not like any other patient they'd ever treated, after all.

"What do you need help with?" she asks, with a faint smile.

[apurekindness]

" You have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before?" (wynn)

@folkkways

A blush rises to her cheeks and the smile in question deepens, as she glances away. "No. Nobody has ever noticed me the way you do," she admits, shyly meeting her gaze once more. "You give me reasons to smile more than ever before, though," she adds, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

[apurekindness]

Send 🗨️ for my muse to drunkenly confess a secret they have been keeping from your muse. (wren)

@folkkways

Kiara doesn't usually drink, but they're celebrating her big promotion, so does it really matter if the alcohol goes straight to her head? Finally, after years of less talented men beating her to the post, she has been selected for her own merit. Well, her secret healing powers didn't hurt either.

"You know," she grins, leaning across the table so she can whisper more easily, "I've always thought you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Even ignoring the wings...you're just, stunning."

[apurekindness]

@folkkways liked for a starter!

Wynn had been right about her magic; the longer she stayed in the realm, the stronger her powers seem to become. She hadn't noticed immediately, for there is little need for her healing abilities here, but now there seems to be no denying how her powers were changing and growing.

"Wynn, look!" she brushes her fingertips against a wilting tulip, and the flower bursts back into full bloom, looking happier and healthier than it ever had before. "Is that...are you doing that? Or is it me?" she queries, gazing at her flower and then her fingertips in wonder.

"Plants and flowers have never responded to me before, I don't think," she admits, smiling across at Wynn and entwining their fingers together.