#soncfseed

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@soncfseed​ sent: can i sleep in your house tonight? - for kinsey 

           ‘ of course. ‘ it was much later than he usually came, leaving her in a state of disarray when she did eventually come to the fence where he was waiting, lighting a few candles on the way so she could see properly. the gate was soon opened up, even though he was probably tall enough to scale it if he really wanted and she was inviting him into the mostly intact walls of her house, lit up by a variety of candles in various degrees of melting.

            ‘ i don’t mean to pry, but did something happen? are you alright? ‘

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@soncfseed​ sent: [that scent] - for kinsey... also im assuming its ethan doing the sniffing bc hes a caveman <3 

14. [that scent] - Your muse leans in to sniff my muse. When my muse turns their head to look, their faces are very close together. 

           no one ever got this close. it was a matter of her lifestyle, alone and away in the woods where no one was at all. so it was habit that she stiffened when he got so close, his head dipping to hers. it took everything in her to stay still, but she did, eventually turning her head so that their noses almost brushed.

           ‘ it’s ah... lavender. i grow it around here. ‘ kinsey managed, cheeks going pink.

[absolveres]

( @soncfseed​ :“ that sounds really boring. ” / don’t hug me i’m scared )

    John heaves a sigh, shuts the book he’d been scribbling inside of for the better part of the afternoon. He snaps a cord around it, blue eyes flashing on Ethan, present again. There’s nothing important in it.

    ( erratic notes, mindless drawings, nothing important )

    He’d only just acknowledged his nephew at first. A solid hum, questioning what he wanted, but he has his full attention now. If he wants to know what he was doing, it was a solid nothing. He bites his tongue of any bitterness. He’s lucky he still has one with as often as he has to. He’ll indulge him.

    ❝ If you don’t want to hear about what I’m doing, what do you want? ❞

[blissflower]

@soncfseed​

              “Why are you so sure  that The Father has abandoned us all?”          The world may have been ravaged by flame and fire but the Bliss still remains; the one constant -- after all, who are they all without their Faith? She comes to him now, half-shrouded in mist and floating in the air just above the scorched Earth. Is she real? Nobody would be able to tell from the real thing, only Joseph, only her closest priestesses, her favourites. It’s been years since the collapse, and somehow she retains her youth. Still in that ill-fitting dress.                 “I haven’t. I would never leave, and neither would he.” 

[iculltheweak-blog]

@soncfseed from ask  “Do you even know what it means to be thankful? To be grateful for something?” Jacob is focused on his work in tending to the wounds, doing a patchwork stitch on his back. How did he get stuck with this job? John is more than capable of stitching wounds. Why isn’t he here doing this?  “Shut up. You’ll get your shirt when I’m done. And,” he pokes a little hard with the tool he’s stitching with, “you should be aware that you aren’t speaking with your dad. I’m not going to put up with the same shit from you.” 

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@soncfseed​​ sent: “we  don’t  have  much  time.” for kinsey 😳

          well, other people would probably be content to just hurry up, but she happened to believe in taking her time. he always seemed so tense when he came by her home and usually she could get him to relax by the time he had to return home once more. it required quite a bit of time and patience, but it wouldn’t be all for waste.

         ‘ you know... ‘ she murmured, voice low as she drew herself off him with hands resting lightly on his waist and her eyes flickering between his eyes and lower. ‘ ...why don’t we stop here and you can just... think about me until next time? maybe it can help keep you distracted next time someone tries to get on your nerves. ‘

         was it a little cruel? maybe.

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@soncfseed​​ sent: awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.

         kinsey could sense that the best approach with him was to take things slow and gradual and this was just that, with her resting in his lap and her legs wrapped around him. the sensation of denim rubbing against the fur he wore was a strange one for sure, but she had begun to ignore it, her lips sinking against his in a steady, but firm rhythm. it was easier to do this, to spend so much time on just the kissing and touching to get him used to it before things heated up even more.

        and heated it was, enough so that she wanted to take her top off to cool down, if not for her worrying about how he would react.

        pulling away for air, she cast a half-lidded gaze on him as she caught her breath as she moved to take his hands from her waist to rest on her rear instead. ‘ am i... am i going too fast for you? ‘

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@soncfseed​ sent: ❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜ for Kinsey.... <3 

         ‘ no, i’m just fine. ‘ her tone was curious as she moved to undo the gate latch leading into her home and garden where he stood now. her bag was full with a few spare cuttings and food after delivering some produce to prosperity and a couple more outposts along the way. the journey was generally pretty slow on foot and took a few hours to go there and back.

          ‘ if i had known you were coming, i would have left a note. ‘ once her bag was set down, she was back in front of him, one hand moving to hold his.