#hcmebcund

[orrhosods-arch]

@hcmebcund — “can you zip this for me ?”

it's still strange to you, having someone else in your quarters, in the space you've carved out for yourself in the kingdom your father claimed with your uncle's blood. but hum is annoyingly persistent, and you are only — not human, exactly, but something to the same effect, maybe. you cross the room, in long strides, stopping just barely behind them, hands lightly ghosting over the line of the zipper as you close the garment. for half a second, you linger, and then lift your head to catch hums eyes in the mirror. " are you ready now? oleander will have my head on a platter if we're late, un gwyllt. "

[wdnsdys-addams]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 / 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑

THE THORPE SIBLINGS, a character study. ft. @hcmebcund

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔 / 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑

[gcldenages]

@hcmebcund — “do you have a death wish or something?”

his head tilts back to the sky, as though he can simply will anne marie away by not meeting her gaze. but, alas, such a tactic has never worked on his immortal friend and likely never would. " no, " he stresses the word, still not lowering his eyes. peter can feel his own face getting warm, and steadfastly ignores the feeling. " i don't have a death wish. " and maybe it had been stupid, inviting a jinn from the lone islands to come to narnia after having only met her the one time, but really, what harm could one jinn do? ( a lot of harm, if he took any time at all to think on it, but no one ever said that peter was the smart one. )

[orrhosods-arch]

@hcmebcund — "On a scale of one to ten... how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

it takes a moment for you to blink in shock — which is such a momentarily novel emotion that you have to reprocess the words they are speaking. your head tilts like that of a dog, dark eyes alighting on the shapeshifter in blatant confusion, like the mere thought of someone planning to show you affection of any kind is so unusual and so foreign to be so unbelievable. and then you process that they've asked you a question, and you swallow. shadow swirls around your fingers as you stare at them, before slowly, so quiet that it's nearly silent, you reply: " a three, maybe. "

[neverlandeds]

𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 . . . 𝐅𝐓. 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐒 ( @hcmebcund ) a study in: being in love with your best friend / nightmares are dreams, too / what they never tell you about icarus (he laughed as he fell) / "did you tell him you loved him?" ... "he knew." ... "that's not what i asked." / hand in unlovable hand, for eternity / you; the garden & the grave / how many centuries deep is your wound?

[gcldenages]

@hcmebcund — [ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

it almost makes him want to laugh; the swing of her sword is erratic, bordering on wild and reckless, and the god of lies simply takes a few steps back every time she tries to slash at him. it tilted its head as she swung again, lifting a hand to catch the blade — blood drips from his fingers, evaporating before it hits the ground. " are you done now? " it asked, with a smile too sharp for its mouth. vidarr gestured with one hand claw hand at the doorway. " we can't spend all day up here, ceridwen, and you're not going to kill me. you can't. "

[wdnsdys-addams]

@hcmebcund — “remember  how  we  used  to  talk  about  running  away?”

" well, yeah. " the wolf didn't look up from the make-up tutorial she was following along with as she spoke, but enid was pretty sure that she was the master at doing a million things at once, so this wasn't much of an issue. " every single time, we'd get all our stuff all packed and then mom would catch us and make us put it all back. 'safety of the pack,' or whatever. " she turned, gesturing at her face with a hand. " does this make me look stupid? you're not allowed to lie to me. "