#tempred

[msktfired]

@tempred​ asked:  "how's my hair?"

“ you look like you have just walked out of a ball. a truer beauty i have not yet seen. ” he himself is dressed in his dress uniform for the event. despite the fact he is to be on duty for the party it doesn’t mean the king wishes him in a dirty uniform. even his swords have been freshly sharpened as a show of power. but the musketeer has managed to get her in as a guest to experience the high life of paris for a night.

[heroscarred]

                        @tempred​ asked LANCELOT:  ✋🏻 for lancelot bc he baby       MEME : Send ✋🏻 to cup my muse’s face in yours’ hand(s) to see their reaction!                                                  STATUS: ACCEPTING

Lancelot softly smiles as her hands cup his face. It has been a long day and he has fought hard for the people of Camelot. But he has prevailed in keeping them safe and in doing his duty. The Knight can find solace in the comfort she offers because he has earned it. His heart beats for the woman and if needed he would die for her. It is not something he would ever discuss with her for he’d surely cause her pain over such a vow. But it is one that Lancelot lives as deeply as his vow as a Knight. “You are very kind, Rette. To allow me such comfort when I have all but invaded your kitchen without so much as a reason.”

[alreadybrcken]

@tempred​ said: “ tommy is sleeping on her couch and she was minding her own business in the kitchen whenever she comes in and sits on the floor. her head gently lays onto some empty space and for a moment, she watches him in his most peaceful state before accidentally succumbing to sleep as well. “

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Tommy had spent the entire night outside, tracking and hunting down a creature for a contract someone had offered him. So by the time he got back to Rette’s hut he was covered in dirt (it had involved crawling into a damn cave), hair full of leaves and little branches, and beyond exhausted. So it came as no surprise that, as soon as he sat down on that incredibly comfortable couch after taking a bath, he unintentionally fell asleep. And he stayed asleep for several hours as well, at least until some bird screaming in the distance woke him up. The first thing he noticed was that he was no longer sitting, but laying down, and the second thing he noticed was a head full of red hair close by. Rette. He was just about to say something when he noticed her slow and even breathing, indicating that she had apparently fallen asleep as well. In a far more uncomfortable position, but.. He’d had worse. 

Slowly, one hand reached out and he let his fingers comb gently through her slightly disheveled hair. Then his fingertips brushed along her warm cheek, before he dropped his hand again with a soft sigh. She looked peaceful. At ease, and unbothered by anything. It suited her. And it looked so much better than that worried expression her face would usually carry when looking at him. If only she could look at him without that worry. If only.

[gcldenrush]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 :     dwight enys  for   rette svomsdottir     ( @tempred )

the shopkeeper’s voice jars him back to attention.    at once, dwight is flustered   ;   it is the height of ill - manners to be caught wandering   ---   gawking, really  ---  when one hasn’t been invited.    but the wall full of bottles and jars nearly rivals the herbs strung up in the window, and sends his mind whirring.    good god, what a supply she has   ---   what  g o o d  could be done with all of this!   he’s still a bit distracted as he lowers her head to the woman, repentant.              ❝  forgive me.   i was  --- ❞        he clears his throat, helplessly drawn back to the apothecary’s shelves again.        ❝ do you make all of these yourself?  ❞

[sunbentsky-archived]

𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚

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[therelentless]

Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine;;        ↳ { @tempred }

[nrthking]

plotted starter for @tempred​

The night draws in around his built form, the flickering of a SINGLE CANDLE the only thing aiding the stars in their illumination of his tent, the entrance halfway open. He’s not sure why TONIGHT is a sleepless affair ;; the day had been just as any other, blood both SPILT and SAVED amidst the clashing of swords on foot - trodden grass. He’s been plied with FOOD, DRINK and DISCUSSION. Plans for their next move are underway, men gathering behind the cause with each passing moment. THEN WHY DO HIS EYES REFUSE TO SHUT ??

Restless sigh floats past lips peeking out from unshaven beard, crystalline hues trying to stay FOCUSSED on the page before him. The attempt is FUTILE, mind wandering away with each letter. It’s not too long before he notices that he’s been trying to read the same sentence for several minutes. The book is closed gently, the cover TAUNTING his inability to take in the information within. It’s tucked away and he’s left half - shrouded by furs to pace around the area of his makeshift chamber. 

A hand runs through dark curls as more candles are lit, shadows cast over the cloth walls in every which way. It takes a moment for him to realize that one such shadow is UNQUESTIONABLY more anthropomorphic in shape. Mind is thrown to where the nearest weaponry is before he turns. He’s met by a sight that relieves him more than he thought possible. Underneath the moonlight, BRILLIANT locks of flaming hair illuminated by star and wick cascade over a familiar form. Gentle smile unfurls across sculpted features SOFTENED by her presence.

❝    RETTE ;; what can I do for you ??   ❞

[znachorkaa]

‿-｡ @tempred​ ♡’d for a short starter!

❝ I feel like you have more SECRETS when it comes to your work than you let on.❞ The remark is followed by a small smile. Keira’s hands reach to the herbs hanging securely on the wooden partition. She can distinguish finely preserved SEA BUCKTHORN. 

❝ For one, my curiosity brings me two questions... One, if you have any POTION recipes of your own invention... Second, if I can count on a small jar of sea buckthorn fruit JAM. ❞