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@untamedtempest / @sword-reforged sent | 🤏 Ro 5'11" 🤏6' 1" Val [height meme]

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@sword-reforged | drunk liza meme

It had been two sips -- two! Whatever it was that Val had in her flask was definitely strong. And it wasn’t like Liza hadn’t had any warning, she knew, but the stuff went down like sweet water. No burning, no gross aftertaste that normally would have her making a face and refusing more.

Nope, not this time.

Three sips, and Liza was giggling as she leaned against Val -- better than three sips and turning into a weepy mess. “And so -- so… wait, where was I?” Brows pulled together slightly, cheeks pink from the alcohol, and also probably a little from the proximity. “Oh! So I come home, totally heartbroken an’ -- hic -- a little dramatic, probably, I was like… thirteen?” Liza ran a hand through her hair and pulled it over her shoulder, absently fussing with the strands. “Anyway… that was my first heartbreak, and my brother threatened to, and I -- hic -- quote, punch him in his stupid teeth.” A snort escaped as she laughed again and shook her head once.

“He woulda liked you. My brother, I mean.” Liza said after a moment, a small smile settled on her lips despite the lump lodged in her throat.

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@untamedtempest sent (for @sword-reforged) | "Is that my shirt?" - from Val [ she's a shirt thief ]

Liza’s leaning against the edge of the balcony casually, sipping her coffee as she watches the rest of the city slowly wake. Hair is still messy and sleep-rumpled, she was too desperate for coffee to fuss with it. The sound of Val’s voice pulls her attention from where she’s watching the traffic, her cheeks flooding with color as she glances down.

Yep. Definitely Val’s shirt -- definitely a very comfortable shirt that she hadn’t even thought twice about when pulling it on this morning. But it was threatening to hang off her left shoulder, and was long enough to basically be a nightgown. 

Looking back up at Val, a shy smile tugs at her lips and she nods once. “Seems like it. Too big to be mine.” She says, her heart fluttering against her chest as she hopes it comes across a little flirty. “It’s pretty comfy… I might be hard pressed to give this back, y’know. This might just be my shirt, now.” It’s a tease, the shyness gone as a smirk curves her lips before she takes another slow sip of her coffee.

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@sword-reforged | wanted liza snuggles

Liza rolled over in her bed again, restlessness plaguing her once more -- this was just ridiculous. She’d tried to keep as quiet as she could, since she and Val were sharing a room this time around, but she was sure she was annoying the other woman. Unless -- maybe Val was asleep? Biting the inside of her cheek as she turned her head, she spotted where Val looked like she was sleeping. She wasn’t sure what came over her, bravery or exhaustion or loneliness, but she slipped silently from her bed, dragging the blanket with her and sliding herself into bed beside Val.

“Sorry,” she murmured quietly as she pulled the blanket up to her nose, closing her eyes as she ignored the flaming heat that warmed her face. “Couldn’t sleep.”

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Val's a little hesitant to do the LOTR marathon with the extended editions lol, but pretty sure all Liza has to do is ask or pout and she'll be sat. Got it all covered, but the sass, I think, picturing her crumbling like a cookie LOL. We'll see what happens when Liza gives her some ^^

@sword-reforged | liza's type meme

she'll never survive when liza starts pulling this face on her xD

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@sword-reforged | phone meme

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: we fell in love in october | girl in red What contact photo my muse has set for yours: (this) one ^-^ What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: shes very thoughtful and attentive even over text How quickly my muse responds to your texts: liza is very responsive, definitely tries not to ignore texts unless she swipes away the notification, which has happened a time or two. How often our muses text: fairly often, more than they call each other How often our muses call: facetime more than call, i think. if the texting initiates more conversation, i think they're more likely to meet up to talk. Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: never. Last text sent from my muse to yours: [ sms - val ] ... I think tomorrow we take a day off and enjoy the fact that we're near a beach??

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@sword-reforged sent | [ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

Liza had always had a proclivity for napping wherever she could find a remotely comfortable space. Being short definitely gave her an advantage, too. However, more often than not, she could be found curled up on a couch or in a chair. This time, she’d nestled down on the sofa, dozing off to the sound of Val moving around -- having the other woman around had become a comfort. Liza felt safe, which was really nice when things started feeling sketchy.

She was vaguely aware of a weight around her, someone draping a blanket over her. A contented noise escaped as she reached out, her hand closing around a wrist. “Mm… thanks.” Liza murmured, but made no effort to release Val’s wrist from her grip.

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03. letting their hand linger on the other persons when passing an object.

@sword-reforged | meme

Sharing breakfast had become something of a habit for the two of them since they’d been paired up to track down the supposedly-magic diadem. Liza was still a little skeptical that this would turn out to be something important, but she also knew that if it was important, she would be here. Val wouldn’t have been pulled away from her duties to help. So she really hoped that this wouldn’t turn out to be pointless.

Pouring more coffee into her mug, she didn’t even have to ask for the sugar -- when she glanced up, Val was already holding it out to her. “Thank you.” Liza murmured, her fingers brushing against the other woman’s as she closed them around the small sugar jar. Goosebumps raised quickly on her arm, but she tried not to think about the way Val held on for just a second longer before her fingers slipped away and Liza’s cheeks flushed furiously over whatever the hell the rush that she felt was. 

“Any chances we could take the day off of searching for clues? There’s a book store in town that I’m wanting to check out, and I think we deserve a little downtime.” She said, stirring the sugar into her coffee and trying to calm her rushing heart before glancing back up at the other woman with a small smile.