#loyalpromise

[fablesuntold]

@loyalpromise sent: that was really adorable — From Swann Holloway to Kat Mikaelsen ✨

‘She hides like she doesn’t exist,

behind that screen made of glass.

But what she doesn’t know is I see her,

she makes my heart beat really fast.’

‘Eyes as bright as emerald,

freckles as captivating as stars.

I don’t know how tell her:

you’re more beautiful than you think you are.’

‘She can keep hiding from the world all she wants,

but she won’t escape my gaze.

Not me. Never me. Because I see her.

I only hope she sees me too through the haze.’

Poems had become a way for Kat to express herself when she didn’t know how else to; a passion she’d developed since reading Emily Dickinson's first ever poet book. Putting pen to paper? It was therapeutic. A way to escape into her imagination through a creative outflow of words. And while she was still an amateur at the art herself.. that hadn’t been enough to deter her from creating a poem of her own— inspired by her latest muse Swann Holloway. Now, Kat had to admit that she’d almost chickened out of actually showing her said poem, afraid that it was totally lame.. or too much. But given how eagerly Swann had taken the torn out page of her journal and delivered her verdict of ‘that was really adorable..’ Kat’s cheeks felt like they’d been set alight, carnation pink dancing across her skin.

“You.. really like it?” That was a relief. In fact, it was enough to bring out that genuine, rare smile that had been absent from Kat’s lips for what felt like an eternity. “It was actually inspired by you, if that wasn’t obvious enough.” Swann could make of that as she pleased. Truth was, Kat hadn’t just written the poem to get her feelings across. She’d made it in hopes to boost Swann’s low self-esteem if only a little.

[wildlcck]

[ DOGWOOD ] / from charles!

x

𖤓༻❁༺𖤓༻❁༺𖤓

❛ not just a pretty face, is you! this is real fine, charles... thank you. ❜ taking and turning in her hands with a smile the wooden carving of a stout, fierce little boar, small and indistinctive, its stature by no means a measure of the thought and time those careful, calloused hands have put into it. not to mention its significance. why, it's the spitting image of the one they'd found near camp. brought back to all those hollow, hopeless faces after days that felt like weeks of scraping at the ends of tins. not that there was all that much of an appetite to go 'round. still mourning and missing some of the best among them (why when could would it end?). stranded, stifled, between the murky swamps' depths and the looming shadow of the city. the two teeming with dangers, lurking, watchful and unseen (saint denis somehow seeming the slimier of the two...). with the fire on them and the boar warming their bellies, it didn't feel like much. not nearly enough. but... maybe something a little closer to hope than farther from it. far as they have been. she's taking him in her arms now, mister smith, holding on to him, tight and fond, the pain of the past and present (in all its precariousness and promise) held between them. letting go eventually with a rough clearing of the throat and a pat and squeeze of those big, broad shoulders of his. so very strong to have to carry so damn much ❛ you take care of yerself, mister smith. you find yourself needin' a rest from the wife an' kids and the canada cold... come find me in the sun. we make a fine team, you an' me. ❜

[lastedpromise]

"hello, niko," edwin announces as he phases through her door, a small box tucked underneath his arm. "i have somewhat of a proposition for you, if you'll be so inclined to indulge me for a moment? i was introduced to the concept of friendship bracelets, and after doing some research, i inquired crystal to purchase one for me. it, uh- took a bit of persuading, but... here." 

he extends the clear plastic box towards her; a bracelet making kit, containing the essentials of multicolored beads, string and assembly tools inside. a pensive look crosses his features, suddenly shy and consciously out of his element.

"i am... quite unfamiliar with the mechanics of constructing such accessories, and, well... i was hoping perhaps you would assist me...?"

random starter for @loyalpromise !

[helltechnicality]

@loyalpromise + ask

from the moment the two boys met it had been a constant to and fro of protection. edwin would do all in his power to protect charles as the other would do for him. it had only grown more prominent as the years wore on. sure, charles more often than not played the dashing hero wielding his cricket bat but edwin could fend off the odd attacker with his spells and wit.

this argument as playful as it is is common ground.

" be that as it may being the brawn does not have a stipulation for putting yourself in harms way in a foolish attempt to protect me. if you are permitted such recklessness with your afterlife i am afforded the same. "

but he can't help but feel comforted. charles does it out of love for his best friend. but also due to the constant pains and fears chasing edwin. the pain he has suffered in his afterlife is vast and charles seems hellbent on making sure that list never grows.

" i however can concede that you are much better than i in the physical elements of protection. but i find myself better equipped with the arcane such as my new wards for your cricket bat. i added a few protection ones for both our benefits. "

[redemn]

he  breathes  a  sigh  of  relief  when  he  spots  charles  seated  by  the  fire  .      as  it  so  happens  ,      not  only  does  he  want  to  talk  with  him  ,      but  he  also  needs  to  craft  a  few  bits  of  bait  .      predator  ,      as  his  plan  currently  stands  .      he  approaches  ,      kneeling  down  and  pulling  out  each  ingredient  from  his  satchel  ,      the  corner  of  his  gaze  steady  on  charles  .        ❝        you  got  a  second  ?      i  got  somethin'  you  might  be  able  to  help  me  with  .        ❞

@loyalpromise  .      ❝  depending  on  your  attitude    …    i  might  be  able  to  help  .  ❞        /  from  charles!

❝        you  tryin'  to  keep  me  in  line  ,      charles  ?        ❞        though  the  low  volume  of  his  voice  might  suggest  he's  angry  about  it  ,      there's  a  turn  of  a  smile  at  the  corner  of  his  lip  he  just  can't  stop  from  forming  .      of  course  he's  not  serious  about  it  ,      and  holds  back  a  laugh  not  a  moment  later  .        ❝        why  you  think  i  came  to  you  ,      and  not  someone  like  sean  or  bill  ?      i  ain't  even            ❞

he  lowers  his  voice  ,      casting  a  glance  toward  the  rest  of  camp  .        ❝        …    i  ain't  even  tell  dutch  yet  .      truth  is  ,      you're  the  one  knows  animals  better'n  the  rest  of  us  .      at  least  ,      i  think  you  do  .        ❞        he  lightly  nudges  an  elbow  at  the  other  man  .        ❝        it  ain't  too  far  a  ride  .      might  be  a  day  and  a  half  out  ,      maybe  a  little  longer  .      heard  tell  of  a  bear  way  out  north  ,      up  in  the  east  grizzlies  .      i  wanted  to  see  if  i  could  get  a  good  look  at  it  .      ❞  he  taps  at  his  side  ,      where  he  keeps  his  journal  tucked  away  in  a  pocket  .      ❝        if  nothin'  else  ,      i  wanna  get  it  down  on  paper  .      and  i  ain't  gonna  be  killin'  it  .      won't  be  havin'  no  attitude  .        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[fyrewalks]

  something  akin  to  a  smile  of  amusement  tugs  at  tk’s  lips,  brow  raising  as  he  crosses  his  arms,  giving  paul  a  quick  glance  over.           “ isn’t  it  usually  me  having  to  pull  you  out  of  your  shell ? ”  he  teases  lightly,  before  letting  his  arms  fall  to  his  sides  and  stepping  closer. “ alright,  alright, ”  he  finally  agrees,  letting  the  curiosity  of  what  paul  has  in  mind  win.  “ what’re  we  doing ?  it’s  not  bowling,  is  it ? ” // @loyalpromise

Paul rolls his eyes; Tk's claim is absolute nonsense. He's sociable; he goes out. So, what if most of his adventures include someone from the team? They represent ninety percent of his friend group here.

"I think most of that claim goes to Carlos," Paul tells him, knowing it'll annoy TK.

"First of all, bowling is fun." He won't stand for the slander, even if his game needs some work. "Second, I found this old record store and I think you're the only one who'd actually appreciate it."

[fablesuntold]

@loyalpromise sent: pulling a splinter or wire from their skin — From Swann Holloway to Kat Mikaelsen ✨

At this point, Kat figured she was prone to splinters. This wasn’t the first time Fawn’s Curse had bestowed one upon her— probably wouldn’t be the last either even after Autumn’s chiding that she needed to be more careful. Was blood poisoning really a thing if you left the splinter in for too long? May as well add it to the list of illnesses nicely wracking up. Curse her dark humour.

Luckily, blood poisoning didn’t seem to be on the horizon for her though. Not with Swann at ready with a set of tweezers— almost as if she knew always to be on standby for Kat’s shenanigans. Having pulled her aside and led her up to the attic of the old cabin, Kat couldn’t help but to marvel as the sun’s rays made Swann’s eyes practically glow the most beautiful shade of green she’d ever seen, albeit narrowed in concentration.

In fact, Kat was too distracted that she almost hadn’t felt the tweezer’s sharp graze until the splinter was removed fully, gaze shifting down to the trickle of blood that covered the irritated skin. “Thanks..” Offering her a small smile, Kat then brought her finger to her mouth to clean up the small stream of blood. “Ugh, that’s so nasty.. I hate the taste of blood.”

Pausing as though an idea had suddenly went off like a lightbulb in her head, Kat’s baby blue’s narrowed in playful mischief. “..Wanna taste~?” Attempting to feign a serious expression for at least a second or two, she really couldn’t help it when a chuckle slipped out at Swann’s expression. Priceless. “Relax, Swann. I’m just fucking with you. You should see the look on your face.” Kat really did get a kick out of making the girls squirm. Especially Swann.. she was cute.

[fablesuntold]

Requested starter for Kat Mikaelsen to Swann Holloway — For @loyalpromise ✨

Why did bad shit always happen to her?

Ever since she’d gained the ability to walk, Kat had always been the kid with the scraped knee on the playground from running too fast for her short legs to carry her, gotten several splinters in her hands from climbing trees, or breaking bones for being too daring in her reckless deeds. Back then, it really seemed like the minimal stuff was out to get her.. now? Kat could confirm she knew what it meant to have life shit all over you with bad luck. Leukaemia. What a slap to the face, right? Kat thought she’d made peace with that diagnosis.. that she was ready to take on whatever it threw at her all while giving her family hell for acting so fucking irritating about it. But that was until a group of girls came into her life and for the first time in years, she’d gained three real friends who made her feel like she actually had something to live for. Once again; life laughing in her face.

Had she told her new friends about her illness? No. She didn’t need the pity, nor did she wish to talk about it.. not like she’d been left with much of a choice after Dylan had opened her big, bitchy mouth and spilled the beans for her. Another reason to hate her. Two days had passed since Bloom & Rage’s grand fiasco, radio silence from Nora, Autumn and Swann.. either that, or Kat had been too embarrassed to pick up the phone when it rang. It was easier to pretend they didn’t want to see her anymore than face up to what happened on that night.

Maybe distancing herself from them was the right thing to do, anyway. It wasn’t like she’d be around long enough to become ‘Best Friends Forever!’ as Nora had put it.

Eyebrows furrowing at the thought, baby blue’s remained pensively downcast to the water’s ripples below where her legs dangled over the small bridge above the lake. Her favourite place to come for some peace and quiet.. which she apparently wasn’t getting today, if the timid footsteps echoing behind her was anything to go off. Great. “Try to take me back home? I swear to god I’ll fuckin’ drown you.” With a bitter glare shot over her shoulder, it wasn’t until the familiar face of Swann Holloway came into view did Kat let her eyes soften. “..Swann?” Damn. So much for avoiding a conversation she definitely didn’t want to have. “Sorry, I thought you were Dylan.. Or even worse, Corey.” Shifting her gaze away to look anywhere but her, Kat hesitantly scooted over to allow her to sit if she wanted to.

She was good at pushing people away.. but never Swann.