Nov 8, 2021
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in case you had a bad day, here's a sunflower for you.
September 17, 2020
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@sunflwrrs opened their mind : yes then , to everything . even an ending. / from laudna!
“ i can’t thank you enough . . . for stayin’ ” it’s a constant repetition that falls from imogen’s lips . a simple gratitude for not being alone . the wave of panic begins to ebb . laudna speaks , breathes , and imogen does her best to find a pattern of her own . one that isn’t the rasps & gasps that so often wake her . the storm may have passed , but the red clouds her vision - - the thunder shakes within her bones .
she cradles her head in her hands , violet tendrils slipping through trembling fingers . a pitiful shake of her shoulders . laudna has promised her with one word. yes. to answers. to undertanding. and maybe , just maybe , to quiet. - - even an ending .
hands , previously wringing themselves together seek out laudna’s. the bone and chill that she finds is a comfort. LAUDNA is a comfort - - an unimaginable gift. a promise that she need not weather this storm alone. the answers will come , and so will an end .
with a breath , she lifts her head , allowing flickering orbs of puirple light to swirl between them , illuminating the space in soft purple light. it is now that she has the courage to meet her friend’s eyes. to utter out loud what TERRIFIES her . “ what happens if we get to the end ? if we find the answers about me . my gift. laudna - what if we find out it ain’t a gift ?”
then , in laudna’s head , comes the whisper . the thing that she cannot face out loud . “ WHAT IF THE STORM IS ME ?”
don't mind peter, he's just going to sprawl out over thor like a cat with no sense of personal space. "s'cold." / / random shenanigans / / always accepting .
what he loves most about his own personal quarters is the view from his bed that looks out into the darkness of space . nothing in the distance but infinite stars to peer at through wide windows . it is breathtaking , but at times it makes the asgardian long for his destroyed home . here , though , he’s making a home with a newfound family he thought he would never have again and he is finding new purpose away from unattainable expectations. this is on his own terms .
he doesn’t mind when peter slips into his chambers , its becoming a common occurrence lately and it keeps him from being alone . a familiar weight sprawls out on him and instinctively large arms curl around the body atop his own . thor nuzzles his nose against the crown of dark hair as peter’s buries his face as deep as he can into the god’s chest while mumbling something about being cold .
❝ you are fortunate that i run extremely warm . ❞ thor hasn’t ever been that great with allowing others their own personal space so he won’t be complaining about peter’s lack of it . he’s growing more accustomed to this by the day . / / @sunflwrrs
@sunflwrrs gets a thing !
‘ SOMEBODY looks comfortable. ’ that person not being cassian, whose arms must feel as if they’re about to snap right off. thank the cauldron for all that illyrian upper body training. who knew the male would need to now use those skills to hold a baby for several hours? especially with nyx looking content to stay in his uncle’s arms for the night, his chubby cheeks smushed against cassian’s shoulder, breaths heavy with sleep. it’s a sight so PRECIOUS feyre can’t help but brush delicate fingers across her son’s forehead, a kiss against his temple before she’s moving to lounge next to them on the couch. ‘ but seriously, thank you for watching him. i know things must be hectic with windhaven, and the house of wind and the mating bond ---- how is that going, by the way? has my sister driven you mad with her wit yet? ’
@sunflwrrs / elena fisher
This area isn’t nearly as remote as other places she’s been, with a small village only a few miles down the road, though she’s far enough from what others would think of as ‘civilization’. What she’s really here for are the murals and carvings in a nearby cave. There’s dozens scattered throughout the area and Lara had been hitting them all on a personal tour, notebook and flashlight handy. It was all proving highly educational and a lot of fun. Just the thing she needed to get her mind off things.
A sound in the forest caught her ear. Someone coming down the path. Old habits kicking in, Lara crouched into a nearby bush, fading among its foliage. One hand rested on her knife and she watched, waiting... She inhaled sharply and revealed herself.
“Elena! What are you doing here?”
tired hand goes through heavy locks, hair a maze around exhausted features. teeth worry without a thought lower lip, something soft in the chocolate of her hues, lost in her memories, breath caught by surprise as friend enters the room. ❛ shit, ginny, i didn’t hear you come ❛ there, right on her lips, friendship draws a smile that doesn’t feel too forced : she does her best to hide the creases worry leaves behind.
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