#seltenheiit

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POSITIVITY MEME // accepting !!SEND ME A ❥ AND I WILL SAY SOMETHING POSITIVE ABOUT SOMEONE RANDOM.

this one has to go out to @glitterspook ( seltenheiit ), who is probably the oldest pal i’ve kept here on tumbley.edu.  our friendship, oddly enough, didn’t truly start until we had a little spat, but we worked through it by communicating & it helped teach me that not every disagreement means that relationships are forever broken !!  since then, she has ALWAYS been at my side, supporting me through everything as my rp partner, fellow artist, salt mate, & genuinely good friend.  we’ve gone through a half a dozen blogs & muses together, & it’s the type of relationship where we can both fade for weeks at a time then pick right up where we started.  her prose is absolutely astounding as well, & always adds a poetic thrill to any thread.  i just love her a lot okay ;;

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@seltenheiit ( aka @glitterspook​ ) / trick or treat meme / accepting !!

Witcher Hayes Aesthetic ( ღ’ᴗ’ღ )

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   feet grow stiffly acquainted with the ground; attached toe to heel. dark hues sweep the creature in his wake, fighting rare traits of uncertainty behind a mask of composure. gaze eventually darts to his companion, struggling with knuckles clenched white under crossed arms.

"you did not tell me we'd be on horseback." 

@seltenheiit

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@seltenheiit / starter call.

   THE MOON DANGLED HIGH from whence it came, waning as a tide of darkness ever-reached over its rocky surface to create a thin crescent.  still, it & the flicker of candles mounted into a trail upon the street did plenty to illuminate the crevices of his skin ( though, despite the lambous caress of both the night & the fire, his EYES remained as a deep, unreflective abyss that lingered in their comfortable umbrage ).  the merchant's toungue curled as the tail of a viper behind slaver-glossed teeth, light & somber air escaping his lips as he whistled at the consistency of the wind to a familiar tune.

   his presence was no SECRET, arms crossed over crouching knees where he squatted upon a fence ( balls of his feet impeccably balanced atop wooden beams, his figure appearing weightless & posture unaffected by how his body swayed ), for the traders have all packed up shop & villagers have all secured their hut's shutters for the night.  except...

   who could he suspect to roam the path in such dead hours if not a WITCHER ? footsteps cautions, trained & quiet trodded upon dirt & cobblestone alike.  the eyes of a cat & medallion to match, though the latter remained hidden neath bundles of cloth, tucked out of sight ( what SHAME did it bear ? — what BLOOD did the boy carry ? ).  o'dimm ceased his little song, frozen in thinning air between the two, out of consideration of his oh-so-welcome guest !!  without so much as the turn of the head, his expression twisted into a soft smile as he spoke:

" you know — this exact spot, not but a few days ago, a poor laundress was lessened to bits by ghouls.  the warmongers pike the wicked accused & leave them to rot in hopes of driving away their ilk, but too often forget that it also tantalizes the primal horror that is these — hm, these beasts !! "

   his proclamation fell into a series of tsk-tsk-tsk's , a shaking head & lowered gaze shown to scourn the antagonists of his little tale.  he shifted where he sat, legs dropping to kick against the fence's wall as they fell to the ground in a hushed thud !!  finally turning to face the witcher before him, he shifted conversation with the dismissive wave of the palm.

" but you, however... — " his voice lulled like that of the salty sea, genuine & analytical, " — you don't care about the political machinations, do you ?  no, no... it's the monsters !!  the blades !!  THAT is your purpose !! "

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“ye like those daggers?” it’s a bit obvious, given the way that the man has been staring intently at the pair of them for about ten minutes straight, but the question seems like a good way to open up a conversation. "we forge them ourselves. ye can give one a wee try, if ye like."

-                        & @seltenheiit

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@seltenheiit​ / cont from X.

          ————— ‘ of all th’ things i do i fink i bandage you up more ‘n any of ‘em . ‘

& words were spoken with the roll of a teasing tongue , azure gaze not once averting from the newly threaded tight wound now closed upon the keg’s bicep . how on earth he had managed to accomplish such a gruesome feat hayes was at a loss , and in truth the spontaneity of the injury had caused the unsolicited rattle of worry to shake through him . understandable it was the grey wolf’s fondness for the dangerous mechanical marvels ( hell , hayes was partial to them as well ) , and so it was difficult for arguments to be made besides the man’s blatantlack of regard for his own personal health .

         ————— ‘ no’ too tight , tha’ , is i’ ? ‘

thumb pressed a feather light pressure beneath where the skin inflamed with the oncoming infection , gauging the way blood returned to recolour the flesh from pale . gaze then rose to meet djura’s for a brief moment , before eyebrows raised to accompany the sigh ( exasperated , and rightfully so ! ) passing through parted teeth . it was almost hurtful the way the old keg simply .  .  . did not care about his own safety , especially when hayes tried his damnedest to express his adoration for the man . & without so much as a thought about it , he leaned forward , pressing a fleeting kiss to the tip of djura’s nose .

        ————— ‘ now please , try t’ look after y’rself , okay ? ‘

HEAD ROLLED TO THE CREST OF HIS CHAIR, teeth gritted & unoccupied arm tip-tip-tapping in squirrelly motion upon the wood's base.

his stake driver had been subjected to a few adjustments, the blade lengthened & hollowed at its base to carry more powder in an attempt to increase its range.  but the springs were lose -- & the keg wasn't STUPID !!  if he were to test the thing horizontally, he was in no mood to brave ladders then beasts for the sake of retrieving his craftsmanship, & so he cleverly aimed for the clouds.

but what goes up...

" no, no, that's good -- "

he slurred in soft voice, body stiffening & still as the gauze pulled taught about his flesh, halting the flood of blood at its source.  as delicate hands released their altruistic grasp & fleeting touch of the lips tickled him, he bashfully turned his wrinkled head into his shoulder and sunk into his chair.  

" come, now.  you know i'm always careful. "

words so blatantly untrue carried reassurance from wizened mouth, & he attempted to hush the subject with the idle wave of his palm.

[djvra]

' there is no one like you . ' :')

TSOA MEME / accepting !!

   CHEEKS BURNED HOT as he tucked his chin into the collar of his garb, bristles of his beard catching against fabric with the bashful lowering of the head.  he laughed it off — a flash of white & gums soon covered by stray hairs with the shake of his head.  

“ a good thing, too, ”

   he jested, a sway of the hand through smoky air as he brought his vision up to meet the other’s (though that blue was BRIGHT — dissuading — he would prefer to focus on the nose’s delicate bridge).  

“ imagine the riots above if the iconoclastic heathen were to multiply !!  the holiest would roll in his grave !! ”  

   a booming laugh, one he had nearly forgotten himself capable of, shook his lungs & forced out his throat until suspending into a thankful sigh:

“ truth be told, i’d ADORE to see it. they’ve near forgotten me by now, i’m certain.  to think if i could come back as a wave with an army !! ”

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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS

smooches the boy before throwing him d i  R E CTLY IN THE GARBAGE !!!!