#gilmre

[hlsng]

                                                  he is greeted by the smell of incense when he enters, and he knows will be clinging to his coat, in his hair, when he leaves. that he’ll have to find time to shower before sundown lest his master find out.   ( though really, nandor has never noticed. )    it’s becoming familiar to him, like a routine and something in that is thrilling, and something in that is terrifying. this secret life of his. 

                                                  guillermo moves into the shop, glancing over items with the same sense of wonderment he feels anytime he sees them, he tries not to get distracted, tries not to look too hard because really he’s only got until sundown before he’s missed at the house.    guillermo shakes his head, drawing his attention back to gilmore with the same little smile he always wears when thinking about hunting. it’s nervous and fragile and a little odd, but it’s genuine. because gilmore is always nice to him, even if guillermo is convinced it’s a marketing tactic, but honestly, it’s working.     “ sorry, i know i feel like i was just here, it’s . . . just a busy week, i guess. ”       @gilmre​  -   💜 ! ​

[gentlepyrate]

@gilmre // GILMORE says:

" who am I to you? "

" someone i trust, " stede says without hesitation. " i trust you. you're purple and vibrant and you make life lighter just by existing. you're wonderful, really. your efforts are appreciated, and i'll be doing my damndest to offer you the same sort of safe space you've offered me in return. you deserve just as much color as you offer everyone else, and just as many of the sweet and luxurious things that make life worth living. "

all of that had spilled out of his mouth as knowledge that he already had, but the question begs more detail.

" you know, i sort of think we're twin spirits, you and i. the same . . . " how does he describe it, precisely? "we won't settle for less than the best. i appreciate that about you. and we share so many likes, and hobbies, and . . . " what else, what else? " well, i suppose i just like having you in my life, shaun. you make everything brighter. "

[snowsurvive-aa]

@gilmre​ ( gilmore )     :     vacation  starter

cassandra  feels . . . brittle .     it’s  the  best  word  for  it ,  probably ,  if  she  really  thinks  about  it  --  she’s  in  one  piece ,  but  pieces  that  would  be  easy  to  fracture  and  crumble  around  her  ears .     this . . . vulnerability  is  probably  part  of  why  she’s  been  sent  away  --  forced  to  take  a  break ,  to  walk  away ,  to  being  her  back  to  herself  and  to  some  semblance  of  balance .     emon  was  an  understandable  choice  for  an  early  foray ,  a  place  with  more  people  she’s  familiar  with  --  though  not  familiar  with  the  place  ( familiar  with  no  place  beyond  whitestone ,  not  before  now )  .

even  so ,  the  smile  that  she  offers  gilmore  on  sight  is  one  of  the  most  genuine  and  excited  that  she’s  managed  in . . . well .     over  a  year  at  this  point .          “ gilmore , ”          she  says ,  voice  warm  as  she  takes  a  step  towards  him .          “ it’s  a  pleasure  to  see  you  again . ”          and  under  better  terms .

[flyingupward]

@gilmre​ said: ✐ any of ur cr ladies !

       keyleth’s fingers wrap around her staff. at this point, she’s USED to traveling between zephrah, emon, and whitestone. when any of them call, she answers. she and gilmore have an understanding, she thinks. so when he appears before her, she doesn’t hesitate. ❝ just how URGENT is it ? ❞

[chaosmoved]

*  ―  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

 SHE’D   THOUGHT,   MAYBE   FOOLISHLY,     that   things   could   go   back   to   the   way   they   were.   that   she   could   let   fjord   hold   her   heart   in   his   hands   even   without   him   understanding   the   language   it   spoke   in,   could   go   on   a   ship   and   be   content   with   nothing   but   the   call   of   adventure   and   the   ocean   around   her.         (     hey   shaun,   it's   jester   !!   sorry   i   didn't   send   you   any   paintings   lately,   the   ocean   kinda   looks   the   same   everywhere,   you   know,   i   kinda   wish   i   —     )         it   doesn’t   help   that   with   every   monster   uk’otoa   sent   their   way,   artie   kept   getting   more   and   more   restless,   or   that   love   didn’t   look   the   way   it   did   in   her   books   at   all,   or   that,   in   spite   of   everything,   even   with   all   the   blood   on   her   skin,   with   lucien   dead   by   her   hands,   fjord   still   didn’t   trust   her,   not   really,   not   in   the   way   he’d   trust   beau   to   plan,   or   caduceus   to   help.

 in   the   end,   it’s   simple.   they   argue,   kingsley   looking   like   he   wants   to   be   anywhere   but   there   as   he   watches,   helpless,   and   then   artagan   whisks   her   away   to   emon   to   drop   her   on   gilmore’s   doorstep.   and   the   thing   is                               the   thing   that   should   have   been   the   biggest   hint   so   long   ago,   she   feels   like   she’s   mourning   a   friendship   tethering   in   uncertainty   more   than   a   great   love   unravelling.   when   she   thinks   of   fjord,   he’s   always   best   friend,   before   anything   else.

 but   @gilmre   always   knows   what   she   needs,   and   even   then    asks,         ❝     can   i   get   you   anything   ?     ❞         and   jester   just   shakes   her   head,   pressing   further   into   his   side,   gaze   down   to   where   her   fingers   are   playing   with   the   rings   on   his.   if   he   moves   away   from   her,   she   fears   she’ll   unspool   like   thread,   or   shatter   like   ice,   and   she   doesn’t   think   she   has   the   strength   left   in   her   to   put   herself   back   together.

 ❝     i   just   feel   so   stupid,     ❞         eyes   squeeze   tight   to   stave   off   the   onslaught   of   tears,   wipes   the   dampness   away   with   a   closed   fist,   frustration   evident   in   every   motion   of   her   too - still   body.         ❝     like,   i   thought   i   loved   him   for   so   long,   and   i   thought   it   would   be   fun,   you   know,   to   be   part   of   his   story,   but   i   hate   it,   and   i   hate   the   ocean,   and   i   kept   thinking   about   that   time   i   nearly   drowned   and   how   much   it   sucked,   and   ...     ❞         the   dragon.   avantika.   everything   about   his   patron,   and   how   easily   everyone   went   along   with   the   plan   to   set   him   free,   when   all   they   ever   gave   artagan   was   mistrust.         ❝     i   kept   waiting   to   go   home.   i   wanted   to   come   home.     ❞

[gentlepyrate]

a poem for @gilmre

proteus,   it reads, don bogen. fine calligraphy in navy ink across the rolled edge of parchment, sealed with scarlet wax in the shape of a swallow.

a boy, a lion, a wild boar,

snake no one will touch

holds the changes.

dreams he is a sea god,

                               and he is.

dreams he is a stone, a bull, no, a tree

    rippling over

the waves' quick light, he is

shape always becoming, he is

               a FLAME    

and also the stream that drowns it.

. . .

it reminded me of you,   stede writes, on a separate paper.    have you read the tale of proteus? if not, i should like you to hear it. i could not tell you why you strike me as similar, but i would not be surprised gilmore, if you were one and the same. drop by for lunch.

a heart --   ( with no flirtatious intention intended by stede, though it may be easily misread that way )    -- Cpt. Bonnet.

[gentlepyrate]

for @gilmre <3

" good morning ! "  stede says in a loud sing-song voice to an empty room. it's not empty, though, it's full of flowers, and those are, of course, the intended recipient of his cheerful greeting, as well as, perhaps, the morning sun. however, as he walks into the front of the shop, he sees a man standing there among the flowers as well.

" oh! good morning to you as well, "   stede says, already a little flustered. he hadn't realized anyone was here, certainly not the most handsome well-dressed looking man he’s ever seen in his life. he really needs to invest in that doorbell that he'd forgotten about.

stede slides the glasses off of the tip of his nose, tucking them into his vest so he can see better and holds the clipboard he’d been reading from (seed catalogs and such) to his chest.

" just let me know if you need any assistance, hm? "

[flyingupward]

       ❝ SHE’S GONE, shaun. ❞ those who know the arcanist well will know how out of character the utter defeat in her voice is. those who know her as well as gilmore will know she’s completely shattered, broken in a way most don’t think possible for her. ❝ she’s gone and it’s MY FAULT. ❞

@gilmre​ // liked for a starter