and when a young man in a fantastical blue-and-silver costume spotted sophie and decided to accost her as well, sophie shrank into a shop doorway and tried to hide.
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and when a young man in a fantastical blue-and-silver costume spotted sophie and decided to accost her as well, sophie shrank into a shop doorway and tried to hide.
ginger. i ... made a really shitty coloring edit to see what luke would look like with howl’s preferred hair color and ... i’M OKAY WITH THIS
but sophie and howl were holding one another's hand and smiling and smiling, quite unable to stop. ❛ don't bother me now, ❜ said howl. ❛ i only did it for the money. ❜
--- ❛ liar ! ❜ said sophie.
howl written by emma . . . sophie written by mia
[ #( and it's nearly 1 am so she's not really fighting too hard )#( and his usual gentle touches throughout the day that she glared at are now appreciated )#( and it's all very sweet and very soft )#( and they dissolve like that so late at night )#( they just melt into the sheets ) ] mia why are even your tags poetic.
she’d been scrubbing at the table for who knew how long, working round and round at the same blasted stain for hours on end. sophie was so caught up in the monotony of it that she hadn’t seen the sun catch on the window pane facing the wastes, nor the stars peak out from behind the nighttime veil, nor howl close his reading and sneak up behind her. – at least not until he wrapped his arms round her middle and begged her off to bed. sophie, rather deliriously, shook her head, attempting emphatic gesturing at the table spot but failing rather miserably in her nearly comatose state. howl chuckled a bit and continued to pester her until she let him drag her with only minor protests to their bedroom, where she collapsed into the sheets like the personification of a contented sigh.
light and thin fingers trailed up her arm and down her back and she curled into them, her face turned towards the man opposite her, eyes closed and breathing deep. sophie knew he was watching her, he’d always been like that, always watching and waiting and listening. howl could be just as curious as she was if he put his mind to it. & she had half her wits ready to combat his gentle touches and catching breaths, but sophie decided that she didn’t have the energy tonight. besides – it was nice. the physical-ness of it all. the presence. the softness. they were lines blurring together in the dark, it was so easy to dissolve into him. & so they melted together, the two of them, as they did every night before & every night after. it was beautiful and all-encompassing. and she loved him entirely.
a compilation of sophie insults directed at howl in various threads despite his lack of involvement:
he’s a horribly vain and selfish thing
she was in MUCH the same situation as her younger sister, just with a great deal more i m p o s s i b l e wizard to manage
he can’t be as sly as howl
he’s terribly untrustworthy and incredibly dishonest
it’s a good thing he slithered out before you said that or i might’ve thrown him out FOR you
she’d been running errands, the ridiculous and frivolous kind that always left her in a rotten mood because why ever would anyone ever need three tubes of this sort of sparkly substance as well as equally shining stretchy f a b r i c, etc., etc..
that damned wizard would be the death of her yet.
but such was the nature of living with someone so extravagant and yet so slap-dash
but how’m i to have time for howl’s READING if he keeps sending me on errands?
i must get something out of living with that horrible wizard
tba;
❛ he must’ve written this with a poker !! ❜
an actual quote from house of many ways about royal wizard howl pendragon’s handwriting ( his BEST handwriting. he’s a mess. )
ginger. have an in-class doodle of this shit wizard.
“The world has no right to my heart.”
Hamilton Soundtrack Sentence Starters
meme ; accepting
❛ yes, you’ve made that V E R Y clear. ❜ sophie huffed, entirely pitiless. she’d had rather enough of his foolishness. ❛ howl, ❜ she was using his name. directly. her speech pattern didn’t u s u a l l y permit NAMES in such a way. how could so much be found in a word with no true meaning. ❛ have you forgotten that i’m a part of ‘THE WORLD’ too ?? you can’t hide forever in your own s k i n. ❜ she wasn’t looking at him, she wasn’t sure she c o u l d. he was leaning in the doorway, all limbs and sleeves, and she was scrubbing the table, but her hands were quite angry enough to show what feelings she hid behind her back.
❛ you’ll give it to a FIRE demon but you’ll hide it away from anyone who wants to have a look at it, that’s what you do. it falls in line with your slithering. ❜ she didn’t know if he’d come closer nor did she check. sophie wasn’t sure if she could handle him being stone-faced right now. she didn’t want his charisma, she wanted his everything, which was entirely unfair because they both knew she would never have that. he was too closed off, too walled. it’s a bit hard to love a whiny and charismatic BRICK but somehow she’d managed. & right then she wasn’t in a mood to deal with the bits & pieces ; at least not if she didn’t have all of them to work with. ❛ oh, dash it, go fool with your hair or suits or some other. won’t you leave me in peace for once in your rotten l i f e ? ❜