#soleil.

[litmoons-archived]

“   looks   like   it's   just   us   here      ...      privacy   at   last   .   ”

[fromanne]

( 1 ) INCOMING DELIVERY FOR, @halfgigas.

                        THE    WEATHER    HAD    GOTTEN    WORSE    OVER    THE    LAST    HOUR.    BOOMING    THUNDER    ROARS    AROUND    THEM,    RATTLING    THE   OPRHANAGE.    FLASHES    OF    LIGHTNING    ILLUMINATE    THE    NIGHT    SKY.    RAIN    PELTING    AGAINST    THIN    GLASS    WINDOWS.    ANNE    WAS    NOT    ONE    TO    STARTLE    EASILY,    BUT    MOTHER    NATURE    HAD    A    WAY    OF    DOING    SO    WITH    EASE.    THE    OTHER’S    WERE    ALL    ASLEEP    IN    THEIR    BEDS,   UNPHASED    BY    THE    STORM,   AND    IT’S    EVIDENT    PROGRESSION.   SLIPPING    OUT    OF    HER    BED,    ANNE    CAREFULLY    AND    QUIETLY    EXITS    THE    ROOM.   PLEADING    TO    ANY    GODS    THAT    MIGHT    BE    LISTENING    TO    NOT    WAKE    THE    MATRON.    SHE    WAS    EVER    SO    HARD    ON    THE    ELDEST    TWO,    MORE    SO    WHEN    CAUGHT    SNEAKING    ABOUT.

“ DUNCAN? ”    ANNE’S    VOICE    IS    A    SOFT   WHISPER,   CREAKING   OPEN    THE    HEAVY    OAK    DOOR.    THERE    WAS    NOT    MUCH    LIGHT,    BUT    SHE    KNEW    HER    WAY    AROUND    THIS    ROOM.    SHE    CAME    HERE    OFTEN    WHEN    SEEKING    REFUGE.    ANOTHER    LARGE    CLAP    OF    THUNDER,    FOLLOWED    BY    A    FLASH    SO    BRIGHT,    IT    CAUSED    HER    TO    SHRIEK.    HANDS    FLYING    UP    TO    COVER    HER    MOUTH.    “    DUNK!    ”    HER    TONE    SHAKY,    FEAR    TAKING    HOLD,    SLOWLY    MAKING    HER    WAY    ACROSS    A    SPACE   THAT    FEELS    MUCH    LARGER    THAN    NORMAL.    ANOTHER    FLASH    OF    LIGHTNING,    AND    SHE    SPEEDS    TO    THE    OTHER’S    BED,    USING    THAT    LIGHT    TO    GUIDE    HER.    “    MIGHT    I    BE    ALLOWED    TO    SLEEP    WITH    YOU?    ”    SHE    WHISPERED,    A    SHAKING    HAND    BRUSHING    HAIR    OUT    OF    HIS    EYES.    “    I—    I    CAN’T    SLEEP,    ”    FEELING    THE    NEED    TO    EXPLAIN    HERSELF.     “    I’M    NOT    SO    COWARDLY    USUALLY,    ”    SHE    TELLS    HIM,    BUT     DUNK     ALREADY    KNOWS.    HE    KNOWS    HER.    “    YOU…    BRING    ME    COMFORT    IN    DISTRESS.    SO,    PLEASE?    ”

[drahnovice]

THE DISEASE OF MAN. AN INDEPENDENT & PRIVATE PORTRAYAL OF ERIK OF MORAVIA DRAHŇOVICE FROM THE KINGDOM COME SERIES BY WARHORSE. CANON DIVERGENT PORTRAYAL AS TOLD BY SOLEIL. A STUDY IN: THE LOYAL HOUND SOLDIER, THE LORD'S BELOVED, THE BUTCHER, THE CUNTKILLER, FIGHTING FOR A PLACE IN THE SUN. MUTALLY EXCLUSIVE. 21+ ONLY.

ㅤRETINUE. CHIVALRIK PUTREFACEREM SPOILSOVWAR ㅤPAWNEDPRINCE.

ㅤ THAT HE MAY NOT RISE AGAIN. 𝖎. DOSSIER 𝖎𝖎. PROMPTS 𝖎𝖎𝖎. HANS CAPON 𝖎𝖛. SIDEBLOG

ㅤESTABLISHED. MARCH 2025 ©

[ntamed]

soleil sits, unblinking on the tiled bathroom floor, not believing her eyes as she takes in the two lines on the third pregnancy test, now lined up with the others, undeniably positive . she only has a few minutes before roman inevitably begins to wonder where she's run off to, or their son begs to be nursed, again . her body no longer her own, owned entirely by both roman and their just months old son, the new mother thought she would have more time to feel like herself again before facing this . @stalkist would expect her to tell him right away, be gracious and maternal, so why is her first instinct to hide them ? to deny it ? to shove the tests under the counter, and pretend they never happened ?

[everseens]

"so, were you really looking to buy from me tonight or were you just missing me?" halle asked abruptly, sat comfortably in the driver's seat of their car with their eyes locked on soleil. "it's okay to be honest." / @wlwhq

[taisteal-blog]

                                         ☾ aereusol ☽

            fingers move quickly and in tandem with the             string of thoughts he would not voice, ones             of explanation and simple meaning. no he              did not hate the beach and neighbouring             boardwalk. they were just.... well...

                 ‘ as much as i’d love to go with you, its                    the weekend. aka there’ll be a million                    something people there. emphasis on                    people. ‘

[taisteal-blog]

sol voice ur a loser

i’m telling mom.