Jul 21, 2019
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙁𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙤 | Hozier [x]
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Human Torch #4 April 10, 1941
Sketch a Day 522- His Flame; 6/8/16
✤ - Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck and ❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back -- Combine these! (*demanding* LOL)
“Mmmmh,” Ilithye breathed in, her hands getting lost in thick, dark waves of hair as she stretched. “Did they tell you where we were headed to next, love?”
His head tilted as he watched her on the edge of the hammock, steadying herself. Far from wobbling in and on it, the sin’dorei had come a long way from her humble beginnings of imbalance, learning the movements and the way of the hammock.
He couldn’t help the grin broadening when she lifted her hair, showing the back of her neck and then stretching it, with her chin to her chest. Another soft breath out.
Already sitting up and forward, he stopped to regard her back as it had suddenly become exposed as well, the fireweaver letting her top drop to the floor in favor of something else. Her hair had been gathered and tucked over a shoulder, her head turning over the other to glance at the troll.
A long arm circled her waist and brought her in closer, kissing at the expanse of soft skin at her neck that was still exposed, while his other hand dragged two fingers ever so gently up her back, feeling every inch of warm skin.
“To Pandarrrrria,” he finally purred at her, kissing along her shoulder while she grinned at him.
Fingers curled over one tusk, and she dragged down gently, leaning in to bump her nose against his. “What a long ride that will be,” she murmured back at him before kissing him warmly.
Not that either of them minded the extra lull.
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"WHY IS IT RAINING?"
“WHY IS IT RAINING?”
Why is it raining? A cold darkness returning. The sound, his flame- Has been deadened, no blame!
Why is it raining? Darkness shaded- gaining; It brings about sun- Above all brightness of fun!
Warmth and splendor of cloud; Yet, no change in sound of thud! I sit and ask, still Why is it raining? But it will!! …
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"Yeah, and from what I’ve been told they’re pretty painful and such so ya get me why anything sounding like one would make me weirded out?"
"Oh yeah! I get it now. That's understandable...not wanting a nickname that sounds like one of those STP's."