#traavelers

[mumblelard]

grabbing onto the weeds to keep from falling off the edge of the world or wednesdays

this past sunday, finn and fallie and i and our partners all had breakfast at finn's apartment like we do the first sunday of every month, then on a whim we all went home and put on our suits and trooped down to the big pool by the river to swim. we swam and watched the blue herons tend their nestlings high up in the trees over the pool. when thunder emptied the pool, we walked home laughing together in the rain. it was such a good day

my earliest memory is opening the screen door to the north florida sun room where i played and finding a greasy swirling bottomless black void. my dad thinks this is the rented house where we lived until it was destroyed by a flood along with most of our stuff and the family car

contractors are coming to replace my porch today

my dreams recently have included walls secretly filled with pink and purple bees, guinea pigs in tutus, yellow gorilla stuffies. i dreamt of the lines of dust and fragments of toys revealed when we emptied out the house where my kids grew up

boba is staying extra close lately, studying my face with concern

i need to go to the mountains soon

[erzmagier-a]

KINGSLEY     :     @.traavelers

“ i’d  offer  you  moral  support ,  but  i  have  questionable  morals . ”

[unsungxheroes]

@traavelers​

He’s surprised to see Lux on the outskirts of the festivities.  The few times he’s run into the half-elf, he’s been the life of the party.  With a chuckle he untangles himself from his current dance partner, and sidles up to Lux.  “Seems I like you better. Aren’t you flattered?”  The question’s accented with a gentle nudge to the shoulder.  “How’ve you been, then?”

  “Flattered?”

  The half-elf laughed, gold flashing in his hair and on his ears as he tossed his head back. He did not often find his confidence and spirit met by an equal, though the tiefling’s was surely teetering on the brink of cockiness more so than his own. Not that Lux minded it. Their previous encounters, entertaining as they had been, had come to pass way too quickly for his tastes, and with the last days of the harvest festival approaching, he had almost feared to miss another chance to dance with the other. Or learn his name, for that matter.

  “My friend, I am delighted to be blessed with such radiance.” He hummed, one arm easily finding his way around the other - just in case he thought about running off again.

  “I’ve been doing excellent, if I dare say so myself. Met a bunch of truly wonderful people during the past few days, that I think I am going to start travelling with for a while. What about you?”

[chaosgone]

 *   —   @traavelers   (as   kingsley)

 KINGSLEY   FALLS,   AND   HER   VISION     splits   into   three   ;   one   by   her   own   hand,   one   she   has   seen   only   in   her   sleep,   and   now,   when   everything   seems   to   crumble   around   her.   strange,   how   she   doesn’t   know   who   she’s   scrambling   for,   mind   foggy   with   fear-anger-loss,   uncaring   that   there   are   more   of   uk’otoa’s   minions   to   slay.   he’s   cold   to   the   touch,   and   for   a   moment   her   heart   stops   with   his.   for   a   moment,   there’s   rain   pouring   around   her   as   she   stares   down   at   an   empty   grave,   hears   his   voice   echoing   the   word   like   a   metronome,   like   the   slowed   down   ticking   of   a   clock.

 then   reality   starts   again   and   she   presses   the   diamond   against   his   skin,   feeling   artie   lean   down   over   her   shoulder,   and   maybe   something   else,   the   shadow   of   a   crescent   moon,   there   and   gone.         ❝     okay   king,   let’s   do   this   again.   you   can’t   keep   dying   on   us   buddy,     ❞         unfair,   maybe,   to   lay   all   this   on   his   shoulders,   but   he’s   not   awake   to   hear   it.   and   yet   a   part   of   her   can’t   help   but   think   :   how   many   times   can   you   fix   something   before   it   breaks   for   good   ??         ❝     i’ve   got   you.     ❞

[gloomstalk]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃     :     @traavelers     :      let’s go smash some stuff until you’re ready to talk, okay?

𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐖𝐔𝐋𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓.     absolutely  none  of  this  has  gone  to  her  plan  --  but  that’s  what  happens  when  bren  --  when  caleb  --  gets  involved ,  isn’t  it ?     if  astrid  of  five  years  ago  had  been  told  that  she’d  be  willingly  sitting  in  a  room  with  an  expositor of  the  cobalt  soul ,  prepared  and  expected  to  share  volstrucker  secrets . . . well ,  she’d  never  been  above  stabbing  the  messenger .     at  the  question ,  astrid  shifts  her  shoulders ,  trying  to  uncurl  the  balled  fists  she’s  made  on  the  table’s  surface  --  she’s  let  more  show  than  she  ever  intends  ( though  the  expositor  has  certainly  seen  her  worse ,  stopped  her  from  ending  this  whole  trial  before  it  began ,  somehow  it  still  matters )  .     composure  reestablished ,  dark  eyes  find  beau’s .          “ perhaps  it  would  be . . . for  the  best , ”          she  allows .

[heatslept]

@traavelers said:    “I’ll be here. When you’re ready to talk.”

his arms cross over his chest, head lolls back as he lets out a long, loud groan. there’s plenty of things taako could say to her ( oh, god, the things he could say to her ) but just the idea of that exhausts him. there’s no amount of talking that can take back what lucretia did to him– to all of them– and no amount of time is going to heal the pain she caused. frankly, it’s absurd to him that she thinks talking could fix anything– even more so that he would want to talk to her. but he knows how stubborn lucretia can be, and that she’s unlikely to let this go. he brings his head forward with a sigh, one hand rising to pinch the bridge if his nose while the other rests on his hip.

❝ okay– you… are aware how badly you fucked up with me, yeah? like- you boned all of us, but you at least set up merle and magnus with some people to have, like, a shitty memory-less life with– and, like, davenport, in an insane way. and i guess lup wasn’t technically your fault? but i– ❞ taako laughs dryly. ❝ i didn’t have anyone. you left me alone. i meant what i said: you took everything from me. so, y’know... ❞ weight shifts from one foot to the other. ❝ ...are you satisfied? that what you wanted to hear? ❞

[bluehealr]

@traavelers​​  :  circus starter for molly. 

everything is shiny and new , the world from a different perspective than her bedroom window in nicodranas. a new family that never stays in place for very long, and yet it's still a home. jester misses her mother, the warm breeze and salty scented air. but in her time with the circus, she had learned so many things, found plenty of unexpected things. and the most of those things , was the friend she found in mollymauk. his charm infectious , drawn right to the tiefling who had been the first to welcome her. the ruby had promised she would be safe here, that they would take care of her. and they had lived up to that promise, jester now seemingly have found her place among those that belonged to the carnival of curiosities.

arm in air , frantically waving as her strides hurry through muddy ground. they had only began setting up in new town. “ ayo molly !  ” she catches up , sapphire radiant with smile upon her face. “ i have some flyers, we could totally go hand them out together if you wanted? we're  kind of the best ones at attracting a crowd, it's because we're both really, really cute. probably like the cutest here, besides yasha of course! ”

[mumblelard]

​i imagine the kid who made this growing up in the fringes of the okefenokee dreaming of sharing tea with the queen