#plunks this here

[magitekhearted]

magitekhearted asked: “ please don’t do this. ” >:3

more intense vibes

@magitekhearted

Yeri's heart ached as she listened to him, listened to his pleas and for a moment she almost reconsidered.

"You know the last thing I would ever want to do is leave you, my love." She whispered, reaching up to touch his cheeks with gentle hands. "But this...this is something I feel like I must do. Not just for me, but for you...for the people that could use my help as well." Yeri said.

Yeri felt her throat tighten, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I'm so sorry." She murmured.

Deep down, Menenius understood. Though Yeri’s sudden visions concerned him, he did understand how it was to feel with every fiber of your being that you were being called to do something. Because of that, his pleas were quiet, reserved despite the sadness he did feel at the prospect of being separated from her so suddenly.

Besides, how could he be so selfish as to stifle her from going where she felt driven, when he spent much of his own time away from home -- and as a result away from her?

His hands rested on hers ever so lightly, then he turned his head enough to kiss one of her palms, and he finally nodded. “You need not apologize, my dear,” he murmured in return. “Follow your heart, and do what you feel is right. Ever will I welcome your return with open arms.”

@alisgrxvis

[theredwildling]

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My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

Ygritte had only one thing on her mind these last few days. Jon Snow, who had been visiting her as often as he could. The wildling had fallen victim to a foreign arrow; one which had contained poison at the tips. She had figured she would recover in a few days time, but her condition had only proven to worsen and it didn’t take long for her to figure out that death was inevitable. A smile would instantly light up the feisty redhead’s face whenever her beloved would step foot into the room, though a snarky comment often followed, accompanied by a weak laugh. Today, though, things were a little different. “Jon Snow,” Ygritte said in a hushed and distant tone, her hand reaching out to gently grab his before getting straight to the point. “If I’m goin’ to die, I want my last moments t’ be spent with you.” The other wildlings took the hint upon hearing those words and they promptly exited the small tent, though not without hesitance. Her breathing was steadily growing more shallow, but she kept her hold on Jon’s hand despite it. “Never did get ‘ta see me in my pretty silk dress, did ya?” The faintest of grins could be seen on her lips, her gaze fixed on the male’s alluring dark eyes as she struggled to keep her eyes open.