#intoxthextrees

[wingstorn]

@intoxthextrees  /  for thaniel.

        “ hey, ”  her voice was soft, trying to be gentle despite the look on his face. a bubbled up anger which was a perfectly good reaction to seeing your girlfriend come back home with a healing bruise on her cheek courtesy of her boss. she’d spent another week in new york, convincing zach to let her transfer and cleaning out her apartment to move into a new one in detroit.  “ i’m okay. c’mon, don’t get yourself worked up. ”

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@intoxthextrees  /  for maera.

        the day his son came up to him asking to be trained in the ways of an rogue, just like his father, dareth had his doubts. he would not go easy on him. would not baby him through the process. and he told cyran all of this and still, the boy wished for it. he was so young but old enough to understand his father’s lessons. 

now, he lead his younger son into the house, looking as if the day had dragged him through the mud completely. almost did, honestly.  “ go on and rest, i’ll get you something to eat. ”  he assured him, before making way towards the kitchen.

[songbond]

@intoxthextrees  /  for thaniel.

        the scene starts with a boy walking out of a friend’s home. he’s got a smile painted across his face but a glossy eyed look that screams he’s not in his right mind. he walks as straight as he can but can’t help a few stumbles as he walks down the path and into the driveway where his mother’s car sits parked. he had begged her most of the day to take it and now that he had his license, he was always eager to borrow his parents’ rides. 

he’s got liquor on his breath. told his drunk friends that he was fine to drive because he only had a few and it took way more than that to get him wasted. like drinking water he laughed and they let him take the keys to his mother’s car and walk out the door without a second glance. they’re not very good friends, in the end. 

the road is quiet and empty, because it’s late and most everyone is asleep by now. but, in cody’s mind, those people don’t know how to have a good time. but, this good time is almost his last. 

he can’t quite recall how it happened. maybe he saw something in the road. maybe he dozed off for a second. it’s all a blur in his mind and it ends with the front end of his mother’s car completely smashed against a thick trunked tree, the sound of sirens from a cop and an ambulance parked on the road beside him, and his face bleeding and body sore. 

he got lucky, they claim. who knows how long he would have been there if it weren’t for a man finishing a late shift at work and driving past the wreck. it’s amazing he didn’t die and only emerged with a few stitches in his forehead and a cracked rib or two. but, as they toss him in the jail cell and tell him to make his phone call, he keeps those details away.

         “ dad? ”  he sounds tired and he’s got the tone in his voice that screams he’s done something wrong.  “ i... ”  what’s he supposed to say? how does he word this in a way that won’t freak his father out?  “ you’re gonna be super pissed about this but i... i’m in jail. ”  he swallows, hanging his head in shame already.  “ i need you to bail me out... ”

[sunmolded]

@intoxthextrees  /  for cyran.

     “ was that -- was that a woman i saw you with, cyran? ”

[goldcarved-blog]

@intoxthextrees  /  for cyran.

       “ the road is blocked for a reason. ”  the man she’s watching trying to find a way into the blocked off path is clearly a traveler. some kind of tourist, she presumes. but, that does not mean she has to speak a common tongue to any of these people. it’s rather funny to have them look at her in confusion and wonder what she’s said. despite that she does speak in a common tongue for her next words.  “ but please, i could use some entertainment. ”

[floweredchild-blog1]

@intoxthextrees  /  for gael.

       as he sits on the bench, waiting intently, all he can hear is his brother’s words echoing in his ear. don’t lead him or yourself on. he swallows dryly and looks up, ready to run before gael comes back. ready to find his brother and tell him they need to go home and he never wants to come back. but he stays. he does not stand and he hardly flinches from his current spot, seated on the bench. 

he thinks of gael and his heart begins to race. out of excitement or fear, he does not know. maker, he should have stayed inside. maybe gael doesn’t even like boys the same way you do, he tries to calm himself. maybe he’s just looking for a friend. nothing more. it would certainly make things easier, wouldn’t it? he hears footsteps approaching and his first instinct is to tense up. it’s dark, he’s alone, and in ferelden that’s a bad sign for an elven mage. but, he calms as soon as he sees the familiar face. he stands and tries not to smile too wide.  “ hope you’re hungry... ”

[stormcarved]

@intoxthextrees  /  for cyran.

       she loves redcliffe but redcliffe does not love her. she is of noble birth, that is true, but she does not act like it. half of the city laugh at the very thought of it so she’s seldom recognized unless she drops her full name. ( she never does ). most have caught wind of her little games and avoid her when she shuffles her cards in the small tavern settled up in town. a glint of red catches her eye.  “ hey! ”  she calls out, smiling wide before shuffling the card between her fingers.  “ wanna play a game? ”

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@intoxthextrees  /  for maera.

        the month she had predicted he’d have to stay around to heal was almost up. while at first he didn’t want any part of it, now he found himself lingering away from the idea of leaving. he’d gotten so used to things around here and truthfully he’d grown some kind of attachment to maera. a guardian sort of thing, it seemed. 

within the week he would apparently be deemed fit to go on his way, but did he truly want that after all? the sound of maera walking into the room stirred him from his thoughts.  “ you’re going out. ”  he can tell by the way she is dressed. he’d accompanied her the last few times she’d gone out into the woods and once when she went into the village. still not a people person, as that last trip proved.  “ would you like me to come with you? ”