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[iriish]

@clownvillage​ said: 40 kiss prompt -lyell >:3  ( HUG & KISS PROMPTS ) 

     It was lashing out of the heavens! Seán was soaked to the bones in no time, clothes drippin' wet and sticky on his skin. As quickly as possible he shuts the door behind Lyell of that old abandoned barn they found, a safe place to stay in while it's bucketing. 

            „Jaysus, I ain't used to that no more...“ He squeezes some water from his hair, shakes his hands clean and then must've realized Lyell ain't in no better spot than himself. 

    They're both cold and trembling from the weather... Seán certainly not aware of any better way to share warmth but to sit next to the other man, as close as he can get, with a quick explanation on his lips. „Wouldn't wanna catch a cold out here. Ye neither, rite?“ 

    Seán wasn't the most patient man around, not subtle either, no more awkward and shy around the man; HIM in particular, for sure he caught his interest with their first conversation, and sharing whiskey and cigarettes makes for a good start to a friendship... 

    Seán starts to daydream a little, leans against Lyell further, head on his shoulder even if it didn't stop the shaking that reached his core by now, lips blue and fingers stiff while Lyell still felt warmer to the touch than Seán... his heart's thundering within his chest, loud and heavy like a drum; it's pace increasing when Seán dares to ask. 

            „Share some of ye'r warmth with me, would ye?“ It's instinct carrying him away, much further than he would have dared to venture at this state, Seán wriggles closer to him, one hand on Lyell's thigh, the other found its way to his face; they're lookin' at each other, faces and hair wet, glistening, his lips had something captivating that Seán couldn't quite put a finger on, and the urge to FEEL them grew stronger with each passing second. 

    When before seconds would fade into minutes now minutes became HOURS staring at his lips, full and probably warmer than any spot on Seán's body despite the weather, and he almost doesn't notice how he gets pulled in further and further by a force he can't see until their lips hover above each other, and Seán holds his breath before they finally touch. 

    It's slight. And cold; he was wrong with that notion; but no less electrifying.

[vanderking]

♞ @clownvillage​ insisted: ☾ - @multicrowd​ for lyell maybe that epilogue thing we talked about

send a ☾ and i will generate a number for what my muse says to yours.

❝ won’t you stay shot gun until the day i die? ❞

He has been drifting in and out of himself lately, a new gang but they were under the command of Micah Bell. Dutch nowadays just keeps his head low down like that of a docile, domesticated mongrel who waits to be fed from a bowl. Yet within himself he is still far from untamed. There was a war that wages on internally. 

Lyell/ That name flew around a lot around the gang, Dutch has yet to fully associate himself with anyone he currently runs with but he had come to know Lyell most of all. 

❝ won’t you stay shot gun until the day i die? ❞

Lyell seemed to have this air about him, it reminds Dutch a lot of himself in his younger days before he had lost faith in himself. 

[intothewildsea]

@multicrowd continued from X.

“Selkies are nocturnal, Lyell,” she whined back, trying to wriggle away from his wandering fingers to no avail. When he rolled her over she whined in protest again, trying to put her hands over her face to protect herself from his ticklish beard. “If you’re lonely, go hug Jingles!”

She uncovered her face and blew a raspberry at him. Despite her grumpy tone, she was smiling, eyes crinkled at the corners and cheeks dimpled. “Well, if you die, don’t do it on my side of the bed at least.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

clownvillage asked : "this is my son. anything that happens to him, you’ll wish it was you that was attacked." -multicrowd (its lyell but hes talking about a literal rooster he's holding XD)

Lost the meme / @multicrowd -- always accepting

                  𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 -- something that was rare for him to do. ❝ I was planning nothing with it! Nothing of the sort. ❞ he chuckled.

                  He knew Lyell could beat someone up if he wanted to, but over a rooster?

                  ❝ The person ya’ should watch for is Mr. Escuella, heard how he got in the gang was by stealing chickens. I’d advise to keep an eye on your furry friend there if I were you. ❞

[herwest]

@multicrowd​   asked  :

                    fire  light  weighs  heavy  amber  tones  across  each  of  their  faces.  a  lively,   drunken  group  at  this  hour.  not  usually  do  they  interrupt  into  such  merit.  and  while  eliza  is  pleased  by  proxy,   she  hasn’t  joined  in.   nevermind  the  whiskey  she  drinks,   it’s  her  first  ---  and  her  last.   

              a  voice  over  the  shoulder  makes  her  turn,   surprised  but  not  shocked.  ❛  𝒊  𝒂𝒊𝒏’𝒕  𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅  𝒊𝒏  𝒂  𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.   ❜   she  takes  a  sip  of  her  drink  but  makes  it  a  point  to  place  it  on  the  crate  beside  her.    ❛  𝒊’𝒍𝒍  𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕,   𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚  𝒊𝒇  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆  𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒕𝒐  𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉.   ❜            

with  love  ,    eliza    /   accepting !

[mirrcrspeaks]

clownvillage said: “🤜 for my muse lyell-multicrowd”

smoocheis ( @multicrowd ) a punch in the kisser

   “ Ow--- “  Riley took a few surprised steps, hands covering his mouth and nose.  After a moment of nonstop curses he pulled said hands away, grimacing at the blood.  That was...okay, he deserved that.

“ Sorry!  Sorry.  I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that... “  A handkerchief flew out of Riley’s front pocket.  Man, that did some damage.  “ I was just -- trying to see if you needed help with anything?  It’s been a slow day at the saloon, and I can’t write for the life of me. “  Next time, he’d be sure that Lyell saw him approaching before he launched into the pleasantries.

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@multicrowd​

Roland beams from the honorific, brought to blushing like the tender face of a fresh rose. “I wish to show thee Something,” says he, as he rubs the felt of Lyell’s coat ‘twixt his thumb and forefinger, ne’er released.

“‘Tis a grand Something,” explains he. “And made for and from the Ancient Arte. And purveyed of crowds, forsooth. Wouldst thou object to thus?” Hidden bar-seats and the privacy of intimate Speech doth Roland Know for company, but wouldst the internal nuance of privacy remain in quite?

Wouldst Lyell find anxiety mired within an audience?

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

clownvillage asked : “You make a good leaning post.” -lyell (multicrowd)

Formidable Fluff Starters / @multicrowd​ -- always accepting

               Sean rolled his eyes. 

               ❝ Ah yes, the first-ever invention of mankind -- using your very own before the concept of armrests and poles came in the picture, ❞ he chuckled.

               Sean wasn’t exactly on the short side, or at least to him. being 5′10 had its advantages, he was in the middle. Not exactly the height of Arthur, but not exactly short either. He was above average anyway, so it never bothered him.

               He looked up, after he paused his wood carving. ❝ What is it to ya’? Can’t ya’ find some tree to lean on? ❞ He held up his hand, showcasing the trees that surrounded camp. ❝ Plenty to choose from! ❞