#sundhaft

[videonoir]

@sundhaft sent: a kiss while being reunited after a long time. -- also erik and kinsey

　　𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫, when she had approached her balcony door at the sight of movement. but it was no large bird that flew in when she opened it, but his arms wrapped around her instead, nearly knocking her off her feet. his kiss was less of a gentle brush of lips and more the crashing of their faces. she was grateful she wasn't wearing her glasses.

　　' what are you doing here? i didn't leave charles my address. ' that probably didn't matter, but she'd assumed he was still too busy sulking to bother looking her up.

[videonoir]

@sundhaft sent: a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves. - ohhh my god erik and kinsey

　　𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, it would have been easy to find a quiet corner to be alone in. now, even her classroom was too high traffic to find some time together. the library was still relatively busy and she was sure seeing them trailing off into the shelves had raised some eyebrows, but she couldn't find it in her to care very much. there was something about the giddy feeling in her chest that reminded her when it all began.

　　once they'd reached a far enough corner, kinsey stood on the tips of her toes so she could meet his lips while her arms rested over his broad shoulders. ' i only have twenty minutes before my next class, erik, you have to be quick. '

[cyberpawn]

tell me why you're really here. — from hands……..

Making Demands Starters

"What, you think I'm here under false pretenses or I got ulterior motives? For shame, Hands, for shame! Can't a merc come by and pay a special visit without talkin' about jobs or payment?"

Bright-eyed and bushy-browed as ever, Vale's nigh-radioactive levels of sanguine energy took no prisoner whenever they were put face to face with Mr. Hands, the prime Fixer of Pacifica and, as it was becoming apparent to Vale, Dogtown as well. Anyone who was anyone knew Hands, and Vale was finally a somebody, with all of the bells and whistles and curses that came with it. In the past, all jobs done with Hands meant texts with no pretense, video calls where the light was always just dim enough to obscure his features. If just talking to Hands was the major leagues, then being able to see his face and live to tell the tale must've been the Hall of Fame--but this was no visit to celebrate their achievements, nah, something stunk in Dogtown, and Hands couldn't keep his, well, his hands clean enough to get rid of that stench.

"You know me," Vale plopped down onto Hands' desk, legs swinging gently as their green eyes locked with the Fixer's, a mischievous glint igniting with the spark of curiosity in their grin. "I'm a curious lil fella! Big brain full of big thoughts! Mind keeps racin' all the time, couldn't sleep, and the Lonely Hearts is open late, so I got questions! 'Bout Kurt! And how things run here! You could use the company and I could use the intel, eh, sound like a deal?"

[woodcries-a]

@sundhaft sent: it was nice to meet you. you're very brave. caldarus for kinsey

　　' 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓. ' kinsey managed with flushed cheeks, focused more on the garden he was working on rather than him. it was strange to think he'd been here so long without anyone knowing who he was. she felt a little embarrassed thinking of the times she'd come to the woods in her down time to read by the pond when he could probably see her.

　　' i mean, i don't feel very brave. it is nice to meet you. '

[woodcries-a]

@sundhaft sent: “even the moon seems to follow you.” balor for kinsey

　　𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇, tugging on a lock of hair that indeed glowed white under the light of the moon. she usually didn't stay out very late, even on the nights when everyone stayed at the inn. all the noise was far too much for her and she hadn't thought anyone would notice her sneaking out.

　　' i was getting a little claustrophobic in there. ' she admitted, folding her arms over her chest. ' it's nice to see everyone having fun, i'm just not sure it's for me. '

[woodcries-a]

@sundhaft sent: [ SOAKED ]: after a sudden downpour/being in water, the sender hastens to help the wet receiver out of their clothes to prevent hypothermia. heehee wheedle for kinsey

　　𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒. even in some of the worst seasons mistria had, she could usually comfortably spend it outside with the others. sometimes she could even manage a stand of her own, getting rid of some of the books she had far too many of. the sudden downpour had caught her completely off guard, hurrying to carry what she could back inside. she certainly hadn't expected him to help, though she didn't have time to figure out what his ulterior motive might be.

　　once they were back inside the library, it became much more clear.

　　' i don't think i'm going to get sick if i take a second to get a change of clothes first. ' kinsey frowned as he moved to tug her cardigan off, despite how tightly it had clung onto her once it got wet. ' and you're also soaked. '

[alootus]

     thrawn's  eyes  twinkle  as  he  surveys  the  area,  gazing  upon  the  ocean  waves  with  clear  curiosity.      he  steps  behind  padmé  silently,  letting  her  lead  and  speak  of  her  admiration  for  her  home  planet.      appreciating  the  scenery  together  fills  thrawn  with  something  that  he  can't  name,  and  a  small  twinge  of  confusion  comes  with  it.      in  the  files  of  thrawn's  mind,  a  recollection  of  pages  detailing  human  affection  resurface.      blue  hands  tighten  against  his  back,  inclining  his  head  to  listen  closer.      " on  the  planet  csilla,  where  our  home  base  is,  is  completely  frozen.      we  live  inside  glaciers,  akin  to  an  underground  city. "      his  even  voice  is  soft,  void  of  emotion  with  a  flat  expression.      " it  is  ...  unfortunate  that  we  rarely  allow  outsiders  for  tours.      i  would  have  been  honored  to  bring  you  along. "

and so, her unspoken intrigue towards the impossible began shaping a question that managed to be both youthful and maturely melancholic at once; if given the burden of choosing only the other to 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 remain, how could one be able to decide between the dreaminess of natural ice and free waters ? as tempting as this concept would've been to explore with her guest, it faded away almost as soon as it'd first appeared, perhaps getting stored for some later studying. for what truly mattered here was the memory in making and the breathtaking seaside view she'd finally get to share with a someone who'd turned from a thorn in her side into a proper ally. padmé's smile had a subtle hint of amusement to it as she thought about this, as the development of their dynamic could've been considered a little miracle, much like the water and ice.

gathering some of her gown in one hand to ease her walk, padmé stepped onto the first of five sun-streaked terracotta stairs leading towards a spot where she knew the afternoon sun would be watching over the surrounding nature most beautifully. turning sideways, her gaze focused on thrawn and she offered an understanding nod. ❝ someone much wiser than myself told me once that not all worlds can be visited in a single human lifetime, but that it won't stop us from appreciating the beauty of them nonetheless ❞, she echoed a former mentor whose most teachings she'd 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 learned to appreciate only later in life. her smile lingered. ❝ it is heartwarming to know you would've shared a piece of your home planet with me if it'd been possible. thank you. ❞

❝ come ❞, she offered then with clear nabooian pride shining through her voice, gesturing towards their destination by two carefully maintained flowerbeds, and reminded herself to step with care instead of skipping over the remaining stairs in a manner not very ladylike just yet, ❝ the view is like a painting. ❞

[messiahed]

— @sundhaft 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 🐣 ➘ ( send "🐣" to meet my muse as a child. )

from inside the palace, the sounds of thunder rolling in the distance could be heard echoing in the empty chambers, while rain plagued the planet for weeks. the boy, no older than six, walked into his father’s private quarters with tousled curls wet from his time spent outdoors. cloaked in green, which matched his wide eyes, he stood out as a stark contrast to the cool-toned stone walls within the room. the boy had ever intention of speaking, but when he saw the familiar portrait of the old duke, he found himself looking at it with a great intensity.

paul had never met the old duke, yet looking up at the painting, he felt the familiar connection between them. secrets shared across the atreides line, passed down from generation to generation.

“ father? what was he like? ” paul softly asked as a small finger pointed toward the painting. he had seen the man before, in dreams, but was afraid of what his father might say if he told him.