#isaaciisms

[dxywalker-archive]

✉ (fight or stand.... it could be a note or something for him cos ya know.. time period and all. haha)

1. Her hands are steady as she writes the note, the room illuminated by the dim light. A soft smile decorating her lips just before she tears up the note. ‘I never meant to fall in love with you.’2. She’s shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks out her window, to the ship preparing for another raid. ‘Sometimes I wish I didn’t love you.’3. She stayed the night at his house, his head is resting on her lap, her hand is tangled in his hair as he sleeps and she writes. ‘I’m scared of losing you.’4. Her prayers seem to fall on deaf ears, no words have been heard from the raiders, she’s worried he won’t return. ‘Please come back to me.’5. She’s watching him as he works, strong arms lifting up heavy planks and a soft blush paints her cheeks. ‘Maybe I want to start a family with you.’Finally, she meets him, one hand entwines with his as she presses her lips against his in the dying light of the day. Her chest is pressed against his and she can feel his heart beat against her’s. She presses a note into his hands and pulls away. ‘I love you, entirely and completely, and I will always love you.’

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“Would you maybe be interested in a long-term deal?” Derek had been thinking about it for a while. “I can offer my help whenever you need it. Whether it’s fixing your hut or any of the sheds or fences.” Derek could fix and build whatever required. “In exchange for crops. Not much, just enough so I have food.”

[brokenxhuman]

isaaciisms [text: fido Lahey] my idea was to let Jackson kill you [text: fido Lahey] so yeah my ideas are pretty sound

[mccallofthewild]

"I can’t do it anymore!"

You know want to do the thing

“You think I can, Isaac? But we don’t have a choice. We’ve already lost so many people. So many good people. All we can do is keep going. I don’t want to lose anyone else, Isaac. I can’t. That includes you.”

[dxywalker-archive]

Thank The Gods || Closed

         The raid had gone well. Thank the gods.Their losses had been small, if even there at all and the treasure they had found had been plentiful. It shouldn’t have made the young priestess as tired as she was, certainly everyone else was rejoicing, but Leiva had withdrawn to a quiet corner of the room to nurse an aching head and tired eyes. She had barely had any sleep, between the sacrifices before the raids, calling upon the gods during the raids, and then thanking the gods after the raids there wasn’t a lot of room left for rest. But she was sure that the gods would fix that soon enough. .        The festivities were growing louder and rougher as the other raiders argued over who had captured the most slaves or crushed the most skulls. Soon enough the air smelt of blood, and for now, Leiva had had enough of blood. Taking up her staff she made her way outside, unnoticed by most, she hoped. The air was much fresher outside, and more silent. The priestess could actually hear herself think for a few moments. With a soft sigh she located a soft looking patch of grass and sat down before pulling out her small bag of bones. One of the many things Leiva enjoyed was rubbing the bones between her fingers as she thought, she found it calming. .        She was interrupted from her moment of peace by another presence at her back and a hand on her shoulder, and she was just about to turn and scold them for disturbing her but when she saw whom it was she changed her mind. Instead she relaxed under the hand and smiled tiredly up at the young man. .         “Isak…”  { isaaciisms }