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* ⟢ CLARKE GRIFFIN of @pyrrhicmessiah : ❝ i don’t know how to ask for help i just— i’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before. so…this is me trying i guess. i need it and i’m afraid to ask for it. that’s the best i can

gaze is wide as he watches her, studies her, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides; debating whether touch would be what she needs right now. swallowing as she finishes, reaching out slowly for her fingers, gaze never leaving her face. “ hey... ” he murmurs, fingers lifting, his touch feather light against her cheek. “ i’m here. ” he breathes, brows pulling together, pleading with her to believe those simple two words. “ whatever you need, i’m here clarke. whatever you need. ” stepping in closer, drawn to the light she is so adamant has been swallowed by the darkness of her past; but he sees it. and it is golden and warm and her. “ i’m not going anywhere, love. i promise... ” and he means it. truly means it, for the first time in his life; he wanted to be hers. wanted to be the person she felt she could rely on for anything in the world. “ tell me what you need... i’ll always help you... ” fingers at her cheek graze over her skin. “ i’m here... ”

#* ⟢ FLOYD WEATHERFORD ❮ script ❯#pyrrhicmessiah #the way his face in the banner matches his expression in this reply #im sobbing though #this is so sof #* ⟢ FLOYD WEATHERFORD ❮ crescent city au ❯

He'd been steeling his nerves for weeks now... And even as he'd arrived in front of Rashida's front door, did he hesitate to ring the bell immediately. It took a couple minutes, a few glances sideways and up towards the windows with lights in them, before he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. " Hi, good evening, " there was a small, barely noticeable strutter in his voice though he was pleased to have the girl herself open the door rather than her mother. He was looking all dapper, in a neatly pressed suit and wild, spiky hair tamed for once... Mostly. In his hands he gripped onto a small bouquet of Peruvian lilies that he'd learned were her favourite. " I wanted to ask... If you would go to prom with me? "

--- In the weeks leading up to prom, she'd expected that maybe Ignis might ask her...they'd been dating for some time now, so it felt natural but. The closer they got to the date of it, the more nervous she grew that he wouldn't be. It was a memory that couples made together, or so she'd heard and assumed. As day wore on and bled into the evening, the knock at her door came as small surprise; Ignis hadn't even texted her today, causing heart to weight heavy.

--- Opening the door to see him dressed to the nines and collected like this? Her cheeks flushed dark, while orbs went wide. ' A-ah? ' the faint stutter of his own voice prompted one of hers, smiling awkwardly and then allowing the expression to brighten. Eventually it softened, before she exhaled a heavy sigh and reached out to muss gently at his hair. ' You...you fool...you're so late. I didn't...get a dress of anything... '

--- The words were soft on her tongue, but not meant in a negative way, hopefully conveyed by the way her fingers slid from his hair to his jaw. They traced along sharp angle, a frown upon features in her own apology. ' And...and I'm not even ready, it...would take hours... ' she mumbled, embarrassed despite such a sweet gesture. To surprise her like this, make her feel so special and wanted.

--- ' Would...you wait? I can just...wear an old dress... ' a slow stammer of words, biting lower tier in thought. To wear an old dress was somewhat embarrassing, but she also wasn't going to refuse him just because she hadn't been prepared. Leaning forward, she pressed kiss to his check and collected the lilies in her palms. ' These are beautiful, Ig...and you look so, so handsome. I don't want to look so plain next to someone so extraordinary! '

#in your eyes; the light the heat | ra & ignis |–;#hellguarded #this is so sof #she loves him sm ok #just a teenage dirtbag baby | hs verse |--;

He's silently creeping up behind the other, before hands grasped at the back of his chair, pulling him away from the desk... And effectively, his studies. Without a word, he's weaseled his way into boyfriend's lap, humming once he was comfortable with arms curled around his neck and legs loosely hanging over the arm rests. " Do you... Maybe want to go out... I kinda crave a milkshake... " He drawled out, half a pout forming upon lips.

--- Wheels roll backwards and away from the textbook he'd been pouring over, attempting to memorize and apply a specific formulate to the problems on his homework. It was slightly more difficult than he'd expected, but he liked to think that he would have eventually gotten it. Fortunately he didn't have to think or consider as much with boyfriend pulling him away like so. Lazily dropping into the avian's lap and invading his space, soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

--- ' If you wanted my attention...you need only ask, babe... ' he teased the words amid his smirk, but they both knew Ignis didn't have to ask a thing. With legs dangled over the armrest and arms curled around his own neck, he could feel the mumbled words against flesh as face was buried into throat. One hand continued writing for another handful of moments, its opposition tracing up lovers spine and gently carding through his hair as words were mumbled out.

--- Rubbing at the back of the hound's head, as if scratching a dog, he smiled at the notion before lazily dragging a hand back down his spine. Finally, the other settled pen down only so both could curl tightly around his boyfriend to pull him flush. ' A milkshake, huh? You have a penchant for liquefying them.. ' a grin, mouth finding soft purchase against neck while he persisted in lifting newly freed hand to scratch at locks. ' You're like a ragdoll, like this... ' another hum, wet kisses and soft sucking placed over tanned expanse. He didn't bite, or nibble, simply taking soft affection and refusing to remove features from the spot.

#hold me when i’m here; right me when i’m wrong | nao & ignis |–;#inhales #this is so sof #and so sweet #just a teenage dirtbag baby | hs verse |--;#hellguarded

an anon whispered: Gently hands over my heart ! you have such a compassionate heart n you're really fun to write with and watch interact with others. i love the passion that you put behind your muses, and i don't know if this sounds weird?? but you projecting some of your struggles on your muses like fuyumi makes me feel more comfortable to do the same with mine. overall i just enjoy your blog and im so happy i know you <3

#oh my goodness . . .#this is so sof #❧ — SAVED !

@queensconquest 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃: Vil simply approached Leona from behind, pressing his forehead to his back for a moment before starting to brush and toy with the lion's hair. He didn't give an explanation for it, keeping silent as he worked.

Leona had begun to learn Vil’s scent, able to pick it up the moment he came close and in proximity. Ears able to pick up on the footsteps that walk softly behind him. It had become so normal for him to show up now, his forehead resting against his back before delicate hands began to stroke through his dark waves.

Emerald eyes slowly close, paying no mind now to the moon that hung high in the midnight sky, unleashing its gentle ray down on the two of them as they stood together against the balcony. A once crowded mind, thoughts buzzing and thinking of the future had now been put to rest as his focus turned to the gentle touches Vil was delivering. His tail swayed contently behind him, a light purr as he leaned into this queen’s touch.

He wouldn’t admit it yet, but he longed for moments like these. Quiet nights, simply enjoying his company. Company he found himself enjoying, loving and content and far from perfect. Leona’s purr grew louder before his gloved fingers reached to take the queen’s hand, pressing a soft kiss to his finger tips before intertwining their fingers.