#galaxywove

[mysteryprone]

“ur a bitch melchior” ilse said. “come smoke with me”

starter for melchior / @galaxywove​ 

[valorshwn]

          “Can I interest you fine lady in a stroll?” There’s an almost mischievous glint in his grey hues as he offers her his hand. There’s a smile there too. Already he knows her well, and wants nothing more than bring a smile to her features.

@galaxywove​ II sc

[paintsher]

hands    arranged  carefully   ,      one  atop  the  other,    a   pose  learnt  long  ago   and  never   quite   forgotten   .    there’s  something  familiar  in  this  girl,   in  golden  hair  and  blue  eyes  and  a  reminder  of  home  .    a   polite   smile ,     twisting  to  face  her       ❛     but   you   are   also   french     -     oui   ?    i   was   not  expecting  a  familiar  face,  as  it  were,  when  I  came  here     ❜                                                                            //    @galaxywove​         

[redbedroom]

“ i’ll be right here with you the whole time. ” from jesse uwu

“i can take care of myself.”           it was a typical response, one she’d offered many times before to many people in many different circumstances. but saying it to him, there was a little less bite in her tone, a faint little smile on her face, hints of gratitude in her eyes. peyton knew he meant well, and he’d always been a little more difficult to shut out than others — coming around to admitting that she didn’t necessarily want to shut him out as quickly as she might have others wasn’t something she was quite ready to do. “ ... y’know, you really didn’t have to come with me. i’m kinda used to doing this stuff on my own.” that had been the way for a few years now, and she’d been through a hell of a lot worse, anyways. peyton hesitated, arms folded over her chest, glancing off to the side and biting her lip like she was debating whether or not to try and send him away again. “but i guess i owe you one, huh?” her response was more or less an indication of where she’d ended up after a moment of vacillation: he could stay. peyton tried a little joke, wry and perhaps borderline sardonic, trying to lessen the weight of the moment. “i’d say opening yourself up to whatever melancholy i might put you through on my mom’s birthday earns you at least a big mac on me.”

protective prompts     /     accepting!

[odisn]

❝      ENOUGH ,   LOKI    !      ❞      GOADING  REACHES  LIMITS ,   evident in the way Thor thumps at his sibling   ----------   though love restrains the hit ,  and fists collide to merely shove .    if only Odin could see them now   :   bickering crows ,  dark spots in this world of light .   ominous omens to a relationship fractured ,  only destined to get worse .   the summoner sighs ,  inhales deep ,  a futile attempt to calm as he speaks again through gritted teeth .

❝      I don't know what you want me to say .      ❞

                                @galaxywove    /    s.

[frnknteen]

“ you make everything a little easier. ” from fleur uwu

there was an immediate swell of warmth that started in his chest and radiated out through his limbs and tinged his cheeks a bit pink,           dimpled by the beginnings of a loving smile. “first time i ever heard that,” finn answered, a light-hearted little joke, though the levity was juxtaposed by the sincerity and adoration sparkling in his eyes. he reached out for both of her hands, giving them both a gentle, affectionate little squeeze. he swung their joined hands gently between them just the slightest bit, running his thumb delicately over her knuckles. “but so do you. actually — ” finn leaned down just slightly to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “you make everything better.”

softer prompts     /     accepting!

[redbedroom]

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞ from jesse uwu

“okay, okay — i’ll give it to you.”           peyton swallowed, lowering the hand she’d been covering her mouth with as she’d finished chewing to reveal a little smile. “my pizza purist days are over.” she grinned a little wider as she lifted her slice for another generous bite. it had been weeks of listening to him tell her how she was missing out by defaulting to plain cheese, and part of her stubbornness had really just been out of pride, but peyton had finally relented and let him order the delivery to the record store after closing — and if she were being perfectly honest, she regretted not taking his advice sooner. “you win, swanson, i’m a toppings convert.”

the five senses sentence starters     /     accepting!