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"Talk to me."

“You really think it’ll make a difference?”

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“ What has your dear brother done this time? ”

#stopthinkingaboutthewoods #[ HUGS YOU FOREVER ]

“Thanks for coming after me. I owe you one.”

ROTJ Sentence Starters // Accepting

“What can I say? I’m a regular knight in shining armor!C’mon -- let’s get out of here before, y’know... someonesees us. Oh! By the way, I accept payment in the formof snacks...”

#pffft wash you suck at rescuing with grace #v: tbd #stopthinkingaboutthewoods

❝ look at me , i’m a mess . ❞

LIFE IS STRANGE STARTERS | accepting

TINNY, metallic-echoing steps take him ‘round the corner and find her in the kitchen, surrounded by the SHARDS of a freshly dropped bowl. Remnants scattered around her like planets ‘round a star. The Captain does his best to smother the smile beginning to WEND its way across his mouth. She can’t see herself, but in this light, the way her hair has started to fall from its careful style, framing her face in strands--- she’s BEAUTIFUL.

“Oh, I’d beg to DIFFER, darlin’.”

#; SO SORRY I MISSED THIS!#stopthinkingaboutthewoods #a; WAVE FILES

FIVE TIMES KISSED.

five times kissed meme | accepting (probably)

01.

There’s FLOUR on her lips and his eyes are trained on them, taking his whole body with them, tilting forward as if being drawn by a subsequent force. A siren song, she tastes of bread and he’s not surprised, but there’s something else too-- a lingering, wood-like flavor. OAK and trees, the soft and loamy smell of moss between your boots. The Woods, of promise. He remembers her husband and pulls away, guilt shining in his eyes and he looks away, doesn’t miss that the sentiment isn’t echoed in hers.

02.

SLOPPY, they’re both drunk and laughing, the kind of JOY they both deserve but refuse to allow themselves. Slippery smiles and cascades of laughter, arms slung over shoulders and around waists as if they’re each other’s LIFELINES ( and perhaps they are ). He turns, halfway through a laugh and their mouths meet, their steps slow until they stop, planetary dust beneath their shoes. When they part they’re still laughing, as if they never stopped, and the walk home is less FRIGID than he can ever recall.

03.

Mal finds her late at night, sitting alone at the kitchen table ( it’s not even his HOUSE but he finds himself here more and more ). Head in her hands, he can feel her silent GRIEF shaking the room like an earthquake. Mal sits, knees touching hers, and pries her palms from her eyes, entwines his fingers with one hand. He knows the reason for her anguish ( a child LOST is much worse than no child at all ). Salt-slicked cheeks are brushed gently with his thumb, the curl of his index finger beneath her chin draws her to him and in the space between their lips, he can feel the house begin to STILL.

04.

She’s beautiful like this-- DIRT in the lines of her smile, hair tangled by the wind. He can see her exhaustion manifest in the way she holds herself upright, curled over the angle of her propped elbow. There’s a SCOLD in her eyes, dark like a thunderclap, and it makes him sheepish, even though he’s the one laid up on the couch with a HOLE in his side. His hand is sandwiched between hers and when the doctor leaves, she leans in, a long, sweet kiss pressed to his mouth. He’s smilin’ when she pulls back and she shakes her head. “You’re still in trouble.” And he knows it’s damn well TRUE.

05.

He has to go, tries not to see the PAIN in her eyes, the hurt in the slope of her shoulders, the defeated curve to her spine. GO, she says, and he knows she doesn’t mean for the bitterness that taints the syllable. She was never his, never FOR him, and he can’t continue to live with that guilt ( a THIEF with a heart of gold, who’d have thought? ). Small hands made strong by a daily practice of kneading dough grip his shirt, pulls him back when he turns away. Desperation is writ into their embrace, a DESIRE to stay this way, but the knowledge that they won’t. He leaves with FLOUR on his lips.

#03 is... a headcanon of mine hahaaaa we should talk about it #01 is your verse but the rest are our joint verse! whatever that is haha #stopthinkingaboutthewoods #a; WAVE FILES

Five times kissed (hello yes I miss you )

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed -Accepting!

The first kiss is a single press of lips before the midnight bell struck. In the darkness of the woods came a moment of light - a promise of dawn.

It's only after the woods call to him again does the second kiss take place. Time has only drove a whisper of a longing to turn into a scream - lips pressing with fervor.

Sunlight shines through the treetops when the third kiss comes - brillant and warm. Perhaps it is the afterglow but there are nothing but shared smiles.

Time passes until the fourth kiss finds its way into their lives with fierocity. Sunset causing a warm orange glow to shine through the tree tops and cast over them as they clung to one another.

A fifth kiss, this time of parting, as the moon hung high. There would be no more dreaming about the woods - a final bell toll.

#stopthinkingaboutthewoods #UMM