#inbox .

[failbig]

‘  i  feel  like  you  always  understand  about  20%  of  what’s  happening .  ’ but not because he's dumb, bc he's potentially concussed and now eliza has to Mother Him <3

                    she's  right,  anyways  ----  he  hears  twenty  percent  and  is  suddenly  very  confused  as  to  why  they're  talking  probability.  but  there's  a  warmth  at  the  side  of  his  head,  an  ache  that's  distant  and  moving  closer  as  it  throbs  in  time  with  his  heartbeat.  when  he  tries  to  take  a  step,  he  wobbles  wildly,  reaches  for  her  shoulder  to  steady  himself.  "not  nice  ..."

                                  the  good  place.         @strnza

[starksets]

@mxvinghxme​​  /  HAPPY SAYS :   ➜    [   𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍   ]

LOUNGING  ‘CROSS  COUCH  ,       phone in hand as he mindlessly scrolls through it ,    the thought of this evening’s event ,    the one he was currently running approximately an hour late for ,    miles from his mind ;    tony’s thinks it’s justifiable ,    with business tech conventions ranking in at the bottom of his ‘ list of events ms potts is ( lovingly ) forcing me to attend ’ .    

                attention snaps up at the sudden physical contact ,     theatrical frown tugging at features as a loud huff escapes him .    granted ,    happy’s been waiting for him for nearly twenty minutes now ,    so he supposes it’s a bit deserved .    ❝    ow !    okay ,    okay ,    point made .    we’re leaving !    ❞    pulling himself off the couch ,    phone is pocketed as stark takes another minute to straighten his suit ,    ❝    on second thought ,    i’m already late ,    so let’s stop for food on the way  ——  there’s this great burger joint down the block ,    just opened recently .    you know ,    they always have shit catering at these events .    ❞   

[scior]

@makersruins​ : i can’t imagine what it’s like for you.

what might have been just days for the warrior of light was a matter of years to him. five years, in fact. somewhere in the middle of it, he resigned himself to what he believed to be an inevitable fate. no longer had he heeded the exarch’s promises of his safe return for he thought that his stay in the first was final. forever stuck in a place that he would be forced to call home. a home that was so unlike what he was used to, but one he eventually grew accustomed to.

now he sits in the rising stones filled with a profound emptiness which aches deep down into his very core ; so the cycle repeats.  ❛ strange. ❜  eyebrows furrow and corners of his lips curve in displeasure, the word sounding convoluted to his own ears. he’s back where he belongs and all is made right, supposedly. so why does it feel so wrong ? his gaze drifts to her, in his sight remains a companion he’s sorely missed and whose absence he felt immensely as he had with the rest of the scions. last he saw her ── it has been too long for him and he struggles to wrap his head around the concept.  ❛ i’m afraid i have no other way of describing it. ❜

[wolher]

@czarcdziejka : i'll change your bandages.

prompt    .

SUCH  WOUNDS  REMIND  HIM  OF  HIS  VULNERABILITY.    under  the  bandages,  tinted  red  and  dark  with  blood,  are  cuts  dug  deep.  they  sting  and  burn  with  something  fierce,  skin  around  the  slashes  tender  at  the  touch.  it  won’t  matter  in  awhile,  all  the  pain  and  ragged  injuries  will  clear  up  soon  ;  leaving  little  behind  but  stark  and  ugly  scars  to  add  to  the  collection  littered  over  the  rest  of  his  body.  the  monster  who  plagued  the  small  town  had  it  far  worse,  dead  despite  the  valiant  fight  it  had  put  up  with  him.  the  things  he  does  for  a  bit  of  coin,  so  is  the  life  of  a  witcher.  at  her  proposition,  words  of  protest  sit  upon  the  tip  of  his  tongue.  he’s  used  to  tending  to  himself  ;  one  gets  accustomed  when  their  life  is  lived  constantly  on  the  road  by  their  lonesome.  ❛  thank  you.  ❜  is  what’s  uttered  instead,  too  exhausted  to  contend  otherwise.  hands  that  were  once  on  the  fabric  wrapped  around  his  torso  move  to  be  replaced  by  her  own,  content  to  let  her  carry  on.  ❛  you  don’t  have  to,  you  know.  ❜

[hisvigour]

spare forehead kiss? spare smoo

          calloused  hands  nurse  a  small ,  soft  palm  ;  so  careful  is  he  as  bandages  wrap  around  a  freshly  sustained  wound  .  a  lecture  spun  by  the  man  ,  exhausted  but  worry  so  delicately  peppers  his  tone  .  he  could  never  quite  gauge  how  lost  in  agony  byleth  could  be  .  a  blank  visage  leaves  room  for  so  many  inquiries  .  but  if  it  hurt  far  too  much  ,  she  would  allow  him  that  knowledge .

            &  in  the  soft  din  of  evening  do  the  pair  share  low  conversation  ,  the  moonlight  their  only  companion  as  thumb  brushes  coarse  fabric  (  nostalgia  born  in  his  heart  of  a  youth  so  small  ,  clutching  her  dress  with  scraped  knees )  .  their  words  slow  to  silence  ,  comfortable  peace  .  &  after  things  have  settled  ,  he  halts  her  wander  to  bed  .  perhaps  it  is  the  nostalgia  still  in  his  heart  or  the  acknowledgement  that  such  affection  can  be  rare  nowadays .  but  jeralt  finds  himself  up  &  drifting  closer  to  press  a  kiss  to  her  forehead  .  

          ❛    gotta  be  careful  next  time  ,  kid  .    ❜

[starksets]

@odinsn​​ / THOR SAYS :     𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙺 , 𝙻𝙴𝚃'𝚂 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈  𝙻 / 𝙼 / 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙳𝙾𝙹 - 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 , 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂

              ❝    oh boy .    uhm ,    okay  —  MARRY ROGERS  —  this is staying between us ,    right ?    anyway ,    moving on .    LICK MISS CARTER .    respectfully ,    of course .    don’t tell her i said that though ,    she’ll break my nose .    and because you’re the only one who’d stand a chance and i have utmost faith in you ,    i suppose i’ll cast you into the icy depths of jötun- what you said .    ❞

[starksets]

tony. what gives

TWO  CAN  PLAY  THIS  GAME        ———      loki is being promoted to my favourite god now