#thefair

[freezeher-moved]

“ you’re safe... “

𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬 .

even in death , isaiah looms over her with booze on his breath & a blade in his hand . he has since the day she was able to escape from underneath him & run . run . run . even in her slumber ; cowering under the darkness of his shadow , wandering the woods that hide his house from the rest of the world -- the trees with their reaching branches seem to thicken the farther she moves into them . wooden limbs twist & pulsate like the tentacles of some creature which lurks in the deep sea , they block ethel's path & lead her down ones she swears weren't there before while isaiah's footsteps echo from everywhere at once & yet nowhere at all . she feels like alice losing her head ; surroundings grow bigger & smaller & he's coming , he's coming .

the blanket of leaves & brush on forest floor opens up while the hands of young women -- the hands of isaiah's past victims , caked in dried dirt & blood just like hers -- grab at ethel's bare feet , claw at her ankles . she stumbles & kicks helplessly as thundrous footsteps grow in volume until she hits the thick trunk of an oak tree . ethel looks up , the sight above her tearing a scream from her already raw throat ; the stiff corpses of each & every late cain hang from nooses like ornaments . through a curtain of tears , she spots her grandmother who died when she was seven , her daddy's daddy in every way like his son . that of her father is the most recent .

a warm wetness splashes ethel's cheek & she looks to see her pursuer -- handsome even with blood staining his clothes -- slashing through the army of limbs with his blade to reach her . 

❛ there's a spot just for you right beside him , baby . ❜ his blue eyes are icy & ravenous as he soaks up ethel's fear & the sugar coating his tone just as it had when he'd reeled her in with that damn smile of his from the side of the road in texas has begun to melt .

the metal of his knife's blade shoots a sharp brightness into ethel's tearful eyes as he raises it .

❛ please , no ! ❜

she shoots upright , cold & clammy under a layer of sweat , breathing shallow & rapid . elizabeth's voice sounds as though she's underwater at first , & it takes ethel a few moments of panicked confusion before she realizes the other is right beside her . ethel's hands -- sweaty , but clean -- dive into her hair that's come loose from its ponytail in her night terror . she fights with the tightness in her chest until it's eased some , mumbling , ❛ 'm safe . . . 'm safe . . . ❜

[klaeusd]

“Soo, do you use mouse for the —“ she gestures to his curls. “Or is that like another unfair original perk?”

ㅤㅤ❛  neither, love. i was born with them, along with the rest of my good looks. ❜

[godclaws]

closed starter for @thefair .

' what do you think ? is he drunk or just stupid ? '

[starlightsgift]

[ENG SUB] Drama Stage Season 4 Episode 8 The Fair.mp4

[ENG SUB] The Fair

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[cavalierfou]

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Hello! Sure thing, it's Sketch Gothic School, you can download it here.

[liftedrelics-a]

Elisif turns snapping her fingers, the bard turns and begins to play. “That WAP thats a WAP....” (anyone ANYONE AND EVERYONE!)

            “ Can ya turn it up please? This is my favorite song.”

             “ What is a WAP?”

            “ This is not the music of the Gods.”

           “ I do not know what this WAP is, but I know I want to explore it.”

[waswilczmin]

 @thefair​​  said  :  shower  ]  (she  will  wash  your  hair  Geralt.  If  you’re  cool  with  it.)     (  meme.  )

 solitude  was  cold  ,  desolate  ,  and  ,  frankly  ,  the  witcher  thought  it  was  the  most  dreadful  city  he  had  visited  this  month  .  he  spent  a  great  majority  of  his  visit  wrapped  in  a  scarf  meant  to  keep  frostbite  from  his  ears  and  nose  .  several  times  he  had  visited  .  each  had  been  significant  worse  than  the  last  visit  .  the  first  had  ,  at  least  ,  been  in  the  months  where  the  air  had  been  wetter  and  warmer  and  pleasant  to  walk  about  .  the  second  was  two  months  ago  ,  when  winter  had  first  began  to  loom  and  a  soft  ,  chilling  breeze  had  blown  across  the  stones  and  sent  the  scent  of  mountain  flowers  blowing  down  to  the  square  .

 he  never  thought  the  third  invitation  would  warrant  a  bath  with  a  queen  .

 he  leaned  against  the  side  of  the  tub  ,  his  arm  rested  against  the  side  so  that  he  could  set  his  cheek  upon  his  forearm  .  steam  rose  from  the  water  ,  which  had  been  drawn  nearly  scalding  to  the  touch  once  the  queen  had  noticed  how  he  shuddered  ,  as  though  the  winter  had  pierced  into  his  every  orifice  and  threatened  to  leave  icicles  hanging  from  his  watering  eyes  .  he  shut  them  at  the  thought  ,  and  the  blackness  in  his  vision  giving  him  far  greater  focus  on  her  touch  .  he  could  have  washed  his  own  hair  ,  just  as  he  always  managed  .  but  only  fools  and  villains  rejected  the  whims  of  royalty  .

 ❛  i  don’t  like  solitude  ,  ❜        he  said  ,  very  simply  ,  murmured  at  the  top  of  a  sigh  .        ❛  i  don’t  like  solitude  in  the  winter  .  it’s  too  cold  .  there’s  a  reason  i  avoid  winterhold  at  all  costs  .  ❜        he  stirred  in  the  water  ,  drawing  water  over  his  neck  and  shoulders  .        ❛  it  took  me  two  days  to  get  here  ,  your  majesty  .  did  you  know  ?  this  cold  stretches  from  haafingar  to  eastmarch  .  ❜

[kthonics]

‘          there   is   vengeance   in   your   heart .     enough   to   poison   you ,     if   you   let   it .     dangerous   passions ,     especially   for   a   queen .          ‘

  @thefair​ ,    starter   call .