#meme: touch

[lindethiel]

[releasetheprisoners] ❤¿ Look at Guritz goin' in for the nose nuzzlin'... :P

She didn’t flinch away as he leaned in, but she did furrow her brow in curious confusion. Unless he intended to really jerk at the last second, this was going to be the World’s Saddest Headbutt.

Oh. Or the World’s Most Misunderstood Affectionate Gesture, apparently. She smirked as he nuzzled their noses together sweetly and rolled her eyes, returning the gesture quickly. “Honestly, Guritz, sometimes I suspect you Orcs are all just cuddly, cute puppies in elaborate disguises.”

@releasetheprisoners

[fellomenking]

{How do you need to be touched?}

Your Result: Gently.

you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

Tagged By: @albertkensington

Tagging: @mei-is-tarnished , @darkness-reawaken

[lanternfading]

Touch Muse: Gascoigne touching Gilbert's hand through the window. ~ bloodblxnd

He saw the shape of a gloved hand pressed gently upon the window... It was filthy. He was unable to make out details of the man outside. Nor could the Hunter himself see the sorry state that Gilbert was in.

He reached up, carefully placing his hand where Gascoigne's was... A weak, frail thing he was, that man in the window. He was a young man, but it was difficult to tell given his now aged, feeble image.

"... Do the stars shine this night?" He asked in a voice softer than normal. "It feels like it's been years... I haven't seen them in a long time... I miss...m..."

[lanternfading]

(A touch) Shireen kissed him fondly on the cheek. "You are my dear friend."

He was taken aback at the gesture. But after a moment, he could only smile.

"... My thanks to you, m'lady."

He took a knee to the princess, bowing his head.

[lanternfading]

It is the brush of her fingertips against his as she passes him a bowl of soup, making sure that the pottery is not too hot for him before settling down to sit on the floor with her own bowl of soup in hand. "I am glad I could cook for you this night. There is more soup leftover if you are still hungry after your first, but either way, I thought I might leave the rest of it with you in the cooler should you like?" (from kayden / a-bottomless-curse)

"... Likewise; it feels as though it's been ages since I've last had anything to eat," said the ailing man, offering his companion a smile as warm as the bowl in his hands.

And it was no exaggeration either; part of the reason why he had gotten as skinny as he had was because of his lack of a good meal! Gilbert's affliction had left him in such a weakened state that he had not the strength to take care of himself... All he could do was rest. And wait.

Alas, even when handed a bowl of soup, his lethargy and weariness was evident. The man was trembling, his hands shaking as he held the bowl. He looked at the spoon with a hint of hesitancy, concerned that if he were to reach for it, he would end up spilling his food.

[lanternfading]

What kind of touch do you possess?

warm touch

You are the embodiment of a cozy blanket and warm sunshine on a cool day. You give the best hugs, they are truly powerful. You embrace others with your big heart and feel everything to the max. You have a gift for uplifting others and raising the mood of whatever situation you are in. You can easily read the room and give your attention to who needs it the most. You are a joy to be around. Others feel at home around you, which leads to lasting meaningful relationships. Sometimes, though, you neglect yourself by putting others first. You feel that you will not be loved if you don't care for others. It can be hard to constantly put up a happy facade, I know. But remember, you are worthy of love.

Tagged by: @yellowfingcr​ AND @bloodstonechunk​!

Tagging:

... Most of the peepers I want to tag have already done the thing.

Welp! You’re more than welcome to it!

[thekrakenguard]

Poking the Kraken Guard's tail (Andy)

Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.

Her tail twitched and thumped on the ground with each poke that she received... She was in the middle of making a few items from her collection of seashells she'd been collecting the past few days. The interesting thing about the shells in the Dragon Realms was that each homeworld they were different. The Peace Keepers was no exception.

Setting aside her workpiece, she turned her head to look over her shoulder, glancing back at the little dragon that was playing with her tail.

"I don't believe we've met before..."

[lindethiel]

❤ from Míriel.

For one who claimed ‘not to need friends’ and tried to keep people at a distance, Lindethiel was often seen in the company of Míriel in Rivendell. The woman was wise and gentle, and perhaps it was because she too was an outsider with a questionable past that she understood Lindethiel’s fate so well.

She had tensed, posture shifting from weary lady to practiced warrior in an instant, whenMíriel’s hand touched her back. In the light garments she wore that night, the woman’s touch was warm, her heat bleeding easily through to her skin. The anxiety fled and she relaxed once more, resting her forearms on the railing of the balcony as she watched the waterfalls. It was exhausting to be strong all the time. Sometimes, it was nice to just relax in the company of a friend.