#soaringstill

[unkindnvss]

@soaringstill ☾ 'so... when do you leave? what time? so i can be ready.' from sarada uchiha.

he shifts back, looking down at his beloved five year old daughter. she's become a talker, having gone from staying quiet to chatting everyone's ears off just like her mother. he remembers leaving her a few weeks after her second birthday. sarada runs faster than he remembers. a flash to a three year old. clinging to her mother's apron. a four year old. she's slightly scared of him now, a bit forgetful of sasuke's presence. (it stings more than he wishes to admit. but he has to do it.) he's lucky to have naruto, a friend in high places always him this reprieve, offers sarada and sakura protection. this time, sasuke stays long enough to spend weeks with them, memories of his own mother and father painting the same mornings that he spends running with sarada as sakura laughs. it's blissful. it's all he ever wanted. but a scroll comes, a mission calls. he has to protect his family. he has to protect her. sasuke crouches down, meeting her at eye level. of course. she thinks she'll go with him — naturally his daughter is an expert at fighting, likely to be a great hokage one day. a great ally to him. but not yet. ❝ sarada, you can't come with me. ❞ his fingers quickly brush her cheek, trying. he's not gentle by nature, he's learning. picking up actions from sakura, picking up the love sarada and sakura have left her. ❝ i need you to stay here, to take care of your mother. ❞

[sanctamater]

liz is fighting for her life in kirk.wall

[roguekinds-archive]

best marry you while i have the chance, then.    (  edwina & nikolai  /  meme.  )​

she has quite enjoyed her time in ravka,  learning more of nikolai’s home and simply seeing him in such an element that is his own. edwina had not expected meeting someone so opposite from her, let alone finding herself falling more and more in love with @soaringstill​ the more time that they spend together. of course, she knows that it will take kate a bit of time to warm up to him, to approve of the match for her sister;  but after everything that the two girls have gone through together, she knows that her sister only wishes for her to be happy. her marriage to the viscount bridgerton had set them for life, so what was stopping edwina from marrying for love?

a flush sinks into edwina’s cheeks, her arm linked comfortably in his as they stroll through the back gardens of the grand palace. large brown eyes look down at her feet as she feels herself growing a bit shy, but a laugh still falls past her lips easily.  ❝  and what makes you assume i am interested in marrying you, your highness?  ❞  edwina teases, finally gaining a bit more courage as she looks back up to meet his gaze.  ❝  i simply assumed you take every woman to see your home.  ❞

[anakinhasmoved-again]

                        he’s   got   a   vice   grip   on   the   cup   in   front   of   him,   already   the   liquid   has   gone   warm   from   the   intense   tatooine   heat   —   he   had   forgotten   about   that   ...   forgotten   all   the   little   things   about   this   place.   but   that   is   to   be   expected   he   now   assumes,   it   has   been   ten   years   since   he   was   last   here.   ❝   but   i   don’t   know   how.   ❞   came   his   voice,   his   quiet   voice.   he’s   spoken   very   little   since   his   return   from   the   tusken   camp.

 ❝   did   you   know   her   well?   ❞   he   eventually   asks   after   a   long   pause,   but   he   doesn’t   look   up,   not   even   just   a   quick   glance.   he   awkwardly   shuffles   his   legs   underneath   the   table   he   sits   at   and   lets   out   a   shaking   breath.   ❝   my   mother?   ❞   he   specifies,   despite   not   needing   to.

                         COMLINK   CONNECTION   MADE   :   @soaringstill​

[sachharine]

@soaringstill   sent:   ❄ for our muses to enjoy the first snow of winter - peter and susan :’)

their   reign   was   still   new,   just   a   few   months   of   age   ——   but   with   a   coronation   set   against   a   radiant   summer   sunset,   winter   was   set   to   arrive   soon   after   their   new   charge   was   given   to   them.   peter   thought   he’d   hate   the   wintertime   in   narnia,   at   least   the   first   few.   the   harsh   cold   they’d   endured   during   their   first   few   days   there   still   left   an   icy   imprint   on   his   heart,   and   when   the   cold   first   moved   in,   he   thought   he’d   be   miserable.  

with   the   first   snow   of   the   winter   came   a   wake - up   call   from   lucy   ——   she   jumped   and   jumped   on   his   bed,   calling   him   to   come   outside.   turned   out   she’d   done   the   same   to   edmund   and   susan   after   him   ——   no   sooner   than   he’d   properly   dressed   and   walked   to   the   courtyard,   his   three   siblings   stumbled   out   too.   lucy   and   edmund   push   their   way   past   the   older   two,   gleefully   squealing   as   they   dance   around   under   the   fluffy   white   powder   that   falls   from   the   sky.    “   winter   already,   su?   ”    peter   grins,   arms   crossed   as   he   makes   his   way   out   into   the   courtyard.   there   was   barely   any   collected   snow   on   the   ground,   but   the   high   king   still   bends   down   and   gathers   some   of   the   precipitation,   barely   enough   to   make   a   snowball   ——   and   throws   it   at   his   sister.    “   think   you   can   catch   me?   i   bet   you   can’t.   ”

[nibelhart]

                      ❛          that last one got you good,   huh?          ❜       more a concerned observation than a prod at his ego;   as she speaks,   she pulls a first-aid kit out from under one of the many cupboards behind the bar,   timeworn from the look of it.   with a simple click of the clasp holding it shut  (   though that,   too,   is barely hanging on   ),   she sets before him an array of ointments and bandages and wraps:   a secret stash for just-in-case.   it’s not long before she’s leaning across the bar herself,   head canted,   brow furrowed,   trying to get a better look at the battle scar he’s earned —   a bit of a split lip,   a bit of bruising,   but nothing tifa couldn’t fix.                    ❛              — sorry.   i should’ve warned you about johnny.   he gets a little ... ...   rowdy,   in the right company.          ❜                    or wrong company,   depending on how he looked at it.                     ❛              you okay?          ❜                      |        @soaringstill​  ,     you know what this is .     

[fatened]

♡     starter  for:  @soaringstill​    (  solara  ).    

❝  i  know  you’re  not  a  kid  anymore.  ❞     she  reaches  out,  pats  solara  on  the  shoulder.  if  she  sounds  stern,  it’s  only  because  she  cares.     ❝  but  you’re  still  my  kid,  you  got  that?  so  stop  taking  after  me  and  start  taking  care  of  yourself.  ❞

[nohroyal]

                            ❛          the next time they come here,          ❜       he begins,   eyes alight with a mix of fatigued amusement as the doors to the throne room close —   their diplomatic guests leaving with a curt bow and a twirl of fine fabric.   it is no secret that the weight of a kingdom weighs heavy upon him,   that he is still getting used to it.   still ... ...   still,   he would endure,   and he would not let the sister he so looked to for wisdom find him faltering.   a wane smile crossing his features,   then.                  ❛      i must either bring sweets with me,   to make them like me ... ...   or a stick to hit them with.          ❜                      |        @soaringstill​ ,     the trial by franz kafka .