#jdks

[murdrscne]

IM GONNA PASSS OUT WHY DID RHEA FUCKING REPLY TK ME

[jimiyoong]

jimin’s struggle with an invisible pocket

[x-6zp-art]

Aaah-

[siniov]

terrible christmas videos

[upperaedirn]

'I don't think I would be staying here after we win this war. They hate me. All of them. Dwarves, people, associated elves.' Iorweth

The confession falls like a heavy thing in the quiet of the room and though they’re mere steps apart, it feels like an insurmountable chasm has opened in the empty space between the two of them. Saskia goes unusually still. Perhaps, somewhere at the back of the mind, she clings to the irrational hope that his words can be unspoken, unthought if she could just pay them no heed. A notion nothing short of ridiculous for her blood is already running cold with the implications of what Iorweth is telling her.

Leave? After everything they’ve been through together? After how they fought and bled side by side for so long? He couldn’t just leave now, could he? This has never been an option.

Lodged in her throat is a painful knot and she tries to swallow it down. She can’t allow herself to break apart now, of all times. They’re too close to the end of the war to surrender; too many people depend on her to let them down.Saskia frowns and says, “I don’t think they hate you,” and it tastes like a half-hearted lie on the tip of her tongue, even though she believes her own words.

A gut-wrenching thought strikes her then– she will have to go on, with or without Iorweth. 

“As your future queen,” she begins, barely above a whisper, “it is my duty to remain impartial. If you truly wish to leave Upper Aedirn, I cannot rightly stop you. Nor can I express more attachment to you than any of my other advisors.”

Pausing for a few moments, Saskia’s gaze slowly travels towards Iorweth. She isn’t sure what effect he hoped this conversation would have on her or what reaction he expected, but what she does feel is an unexplainable amalgam of anger and heartache and something as close to fear as she’s been ever since her childhood. It compels her to stand up from her seat, close the distance between them with long strides, and kneel next to his seat. Facing the fireplace, she rests her head against Iorweth’s knee and wraps an arm around and down his leg.

“But I’m no queen,” she continues, gently rubbing her cheek against the fabric of his trousers, fingertips idly tracing a stitch, “and I don’t hate you. As your…” 

Saskia trails off, unable to find a single word to describe all that has grown and bloomed between them. She turns around then, looking up at him, face shadowed by the glow of the flames illuminating her outline as if she were glowing. With all the fire dancing in her chest, perhaps she is.

“I want you to stay.”

[thiefhand-blog]

bleghhhhh

[agentunwin]

looking at this roomsurf site is kinda stressful its like tinder but ... somehow worse

anyways goodnight

[ukitakejuushiro]

Oh no it's already bright outside