Oct 13, 2014
;; [ dear peredurus, i miss u so very much with all my little irish heart. lots of love, princepsvirfortis <33 ]
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;; [ dear peredurus, i miss u so very much with all my little irish heart. lots of love, princepsvirfortis <33 ]
I want the K.
Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number
— 15 (rain)
Water is meant to cleanse, those old tales say. But they are only tales, and the soil beneath their boots has turned to mud. Beneath Thranduil’s hood, the rain has drained the blue from his eyes, and if he turns he head just so, if he turns his face while they stand so close, the hood is no longer enough— and the rain strikes neat and cold against his cheek and lips.
Stay, and the word could have come from either of them.
Percival does not wear his cloak, and when he turns his head down, as the titan made bent, Thranduil knows he does not feel the rain at all. Gloves shield the mortal from his touch, and perhaps he may pretend, as eternal fingertips brush against the taut, contained strength in wrist and forearm, that his friend does not feel that, either.
He was wrong, of course. There is a shift, a new pressure against the bicep of his opposite arm, and Percival’s warmth draws the promises from Thranduil’s chest; words of friendship and good wishes in a tongue the Man could not grasp.
"I will return," he swears at last, and the grip on his arm begins to relax.
If it is in trust, he will never know, for he will not ask— and Percival may not tell. Water is meant to cleanse, but they are not unburdened, and they are too close now for the mud to crawl between.
There was ocean water behind Thranduil’s parted lips, and who moved first brought little consequence. Not even unspoken apologies nor further farewells would sway the elven prince North or South; he would go East, to meet the sun. Always East.
It was not quick, but Thranduil imbued his friend with all the light he had to spare, what was meant to last him on his journey given to one who would make far better use of it.
And he still would rather think, as he presses in and his hood slides free, that Percival will not feel this, either.
peredurus said: [ I was like ‘lol gimme punkass Tony I’ll give you punkass Clint’ then I realised he’s probably in jail whoops ]
And Tony and Clint probably haven't spoken in a few years.
And Tony is probably looking in the mirror reciting a few words that Obie said to him.
He's Tony Stark.
This is his inheritance. This is his legacy.
✿ [yr never getting rid of me hah]
SEND ME A ✿ AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER.
17: rain kiss
It had always been a fantasy for Arthur -- to kiss someone in the rain --, and as the droplets came down hard, fast, and without relent, he felt the powerful urge from within him rising, becoming almost overwhelming, as he gazed at the man before him. "Percival --," he began, features shadowed with a preemptively apologetic look, "Please forgive me." And with that, he brought his lips into collision with his companion's, a hand drifting to his waist, the other cupping his cheek, thumb grazing his jawline. The pair were littered with raindrops, the puddles around them swelling in size, as even more water pooled into them. He released a soft exhale against the kiss, lips twitching into a small smile.
I associate you with neckerchiefsandmagic, peredurus, and me. Oh, and the pack of course, but that's more than three people.
send me three blogs you associate me with, yo
;; [ well, wise choice my darling; i, in turn, associate myself with you three. you're all utter babes. and yes, the pack! the pack is pretty massive, and i think its inclusion is somewhat agiven, anyway. thank you bby <33 ]
"Why are we still talking ? I am going alone and that's final. Alone and in secrecy."
peredurus replied to your post “FUSCHIA TURQUOISE BLUE GREEN AND OTHER POSITIVE AND WONDERFUL COLOURS”
[ :') craic. English people never understand when I use this word and it saddens me ]
;; [ aRE YOU NORTHERN IRISH TOO OMG ]
FUSCHIA TURQUOISE BLUE GREEN AND OTHER POSITIVE AND WONDERFUL COLOURS
THING
;; [ o h m y god i am going to cry i stg??? thank you bb, they are all very much requited, d'aw. *smooches ur face* ]