#rutiilus

[takesabastard-blog]

*taps Teller ever so gently on the head* [I’m neither Orlesian nor noble, so you did not see me, sí?]

[aureasadrisit]

???

meme: ‘???’ to see what Maxima thinks of your muse | @rutiilus | accepting

“Sometimes I would like to pretend that I’m not there when he comes up to my room with red all over his clothes. Of course I never can, but… It’s not that I don’t like his company, it’s more like the opposite and it fucking drives me up the walls. I don’t like that he just seems to like to keep up this facade that he’s just always thinking with his fists regardless of what’s happening around him, but I’m pretty sure that the facade that I’m only a pretty air head is also wearing him thin (or not, I might just be the better actress of the two who knows?) It scares me, it really scares me how much I enjoy his company and his stupid jokes (that don’t fail to make me laugh after a grunt) and his stupid freckles and beard. His passion is frightening and at the same time makes me want to be like that so openly. It scares me that I don’t know what he thinks of me and it worries me EVEN MORE that I even care to begin with. There are these few, rare moments where he lets his guard down, where I can just grab his hand without thinking that he might see me as one of them (he can perhaps even see me as one of his) and we both take a break, I try. I really do try. I… I wish there were more of those, it actually makes me feel like I’m worthy for a few minutes.”

[aureasadrisit]

✿ B)

meme: ✿ for kisses and hugs | @rutiilus | accepting

1. aggressive/angry kiss

She didn’t even remember anymore exactly what had been done to set her off, the only thing would be the heavy steps towards her room. She could feel it, the tingling over her wrists and the tips of her fingers and she knew that if she was to look down she would be able to see the smallest lightning wrapping around her fingers beneath the white robes although the sleeves were not nearly long enough to cover them. So she didn’t look down, deep breaths, you are better than this. Fists closed and placed on the pockets of the robes as she moved faster. She knew that Teller was not far behind her and that this was not the time to lose her temper. 

Daphné would be the first one to admit that she didn’t know how to handle anger when it managed to claw it’s way through her skin and up her throat. There was a reason why she had trained herself to keep her cool, that there were always contingency plans and why everything should be done with a cool head. To measure the consequences, or how ferocious another’s anger was towards herself was not her forte when her eyes saw red. And Teller had never had the chance to see just how sharp her tongue could be, or how anger seemed to simply light every pore of her body. He was ferocious, it was his intention to look scary with his scars, with his serious look and blood over his lips. He wanted to look like a monster even if he was not one. Yet the monster under her own porcelain mask was just beginning to claw it’s way out. 

He had been right when he said that he was sure there was a bite to her.

When his hand moved to her lower arm, her other hand moved to him pushing him against the wall, hoping that he would have released her, instead she was pushed against him. She could feel the electricity coursing now to his skin from her own hands as curses in Tevene passed through her mind, anger only rising with each breath. It didn’t matter who did what first, they were close enough and his breathing made her back arch with shivers. Only when her mind stopped seeing red, did she noticed that her nails were digging on the back of his head not as gently or lightly as her usual touch, lips devouring his and his hands holding her closer. Her teeth bit into his before parting slowly, almost hesitantly.

“Don’t…” her breathing is ragged, dark green eyes opening to focus on his eyes, she takes a few short breaths and yet not showing any signs of moving away from the wall that she had pushed him against. Daphné’s eyes move down to his lips for just a few moments, body shifting in front of his. She would never hear the end of this. It was the first time in a very long time that she had lost grip over her anger and now she wondered if her breathing was so heavy because of the kiss or because of how pissed she had become. The electricity over her hands was gone and knowing Teller that would be something that he would bring up sooner or later, there was no point hoping that he hadn’t noticed. Still, those thoughts were away when a half smile formed on her lips. The left hand moved from the side of his head to his neck, touching his lips as the other dragged down his red hair, perhaps not so gently over his scalp. Fucking hell Teller. “… unless you want to find out just how quickly I can reach the daggers on my tights and take care of your beard.”

[xstrange]

@rutiilus

              a red jenny, another one in the inquisition? at least it wasn’t his decision, because a marcher and a red jenny were two things asking for trouble bundled into one convenient body. silently he’d watch the other man, sipping from his glass of starkhaven red ( an acquired taste, after atreus’ wheedling him into trying it ) from across the herald’s rest.

[ofrevas-a]

“you don’t make sense.”

Four-word sentences // Accepting

The comment is nothing new. Once, from a different tongue, it may have cut, but the world they were banished to - it is uncaring to the point of cruelty. Alanari belongs nowhere, is no one. It’s better for everyone involved; moving on before anyone cares to mark their sudden absence negates the chance of harm coming to the poor sod who called the wrong person ‘friend’.It didn’t matter. Alana had been here too long already, and they would be forgotten once they were gone. 

“Why should I?”

[sicaacer]

“ i get by with a little help from my friends. ”