#traitcrousheart

[bloodykneestm]

it’s a dark bar; classy, for once, a change for simiel. women are drinking wine with their girlfriends, men are huddled in booths, staring at them over their pitchers of beer. he scopes out the situation effortlessly, picking his next project, and it’s then that he spots her, the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen his life. and she’s alone.  he approaches her, takes a seat. “you look incredible tonight,” he tells her. “almost makes me feel bad for not cleaning up more before i came out.” he chuckles, humbly, dark eyes searching hers, warm and gentle, a smile on his lips. “can i buy you a drink?”

@traitcrousheart​  / starter call!

[redemptivexheroics]

@traitcrousheart​

Noah was making his way into the coffee shop to get his daily cup before class but when he opened the door while looking at his phone he bumped into someone and it took a splash of hot coffee on him to realize he had done so. “I am so sorry, I was busy looking at an email from professor. Please, allow me to buy you another coffee for stupidly running into you” 

[improvisatoren]

@traitcrousheart

“What good ever came from dealings with a witch?”

[intothewildsea]

@traitcrousheart liked for a starter.

“What are you doing?”

Usually, Marigold avoided strangers and kept to herself.  But she had been watching this woman for a few minutes and her curiosity had gotten the best of her.  Something seemed...different about her.  The selkie couldn’t quite place what it was. 

[aelsell]

@traitcrousheart

                Earth, Heatherfield in general, was still a strange place for Tilda. The customs of these people were so different from what she was used to and the worry that something would go amiss, more than it had already done, ate away at her heart. Tilda was on edge almost every hour of every day, but especially after her meetings with the Guardians. Yes, they tried to help, even staying with Taranee was making everything so much easier, yet they were just young girls, like she herself, how could they ever dream of making a difference?                 No, it was not fair to reduce them to something they were not. Tilda shook her head to chase away such thoughts. She was on her way to a different part of the city, hopefully finally finding the rebel contacts that had been promised her. Hope was running thin, but her Queen depended on her and Tilda did not allow herself to think of failure. She was strong, she was capable, just like the guardians. But most of all she was beginning to be desperate. Two weeks and no sign of those she was searching for. How long could this continue?                  As if it was intent on mocking her the sun shone from the sky, painting the world in vibrant colors and chasing away every shadow, except for those that had crept into her heart. Tilda was missing home, she was longing for a familiar sight and it had gone so far that she dreamed of the places and faces left behind, waking up only to be at loss as to where she truly was.

                A sigh left her lips as she continued down the sidewalk, stepping a side a little to make way for someone else, catching a glimpse of something from the corner of her eyes. Tilda stood still, heart racing faster as she tried to make sense of what she saw. The stranger that had just passed her by was walking ahead of her now, his back turned towards her and yet... No, it could not be. This was not possible. She was finally losing her mind, Tilda was sure of it. It was just her brain making her see something that was not there. If she moved now all she would gain was ridicule and disappointment. But the young girl could not stop her voice from calling out. “Caleb? Is that you?”, She could not believe her eyes. 

[hydrophilous]

From my heart, I know if you had known better, you would have done better. I forgive you.

cassidy x nerissa from w.i.t.c.h.

[krxkor]

@traitcrousheart plotted starter / Meridian AU

A small smile plays upon her lips as the Queen looks over the bustling streets. It seems Meridian, grand jewel of Metamoor, is once more filled with vibrant colours, fearless laughter, and all the spices of life. It is one of her favourite times of the year, she must admit as much, for the spring festivities are often accompanied by merry celebrations. All the sorrows of winter seem to disappear and though the Queen herself is well aware of the magic and wonder the first snow may hold, she can only bow her head in respect once life returns to her country.  After all she is the mother of that country and whiling to spend many a winter in frozen slumber, like grain in the earth, waiting for the first rays of sun, sacrificing her all for the first light of hope.  She chases such thoughts away as her handmaidens finish the last preparations on her dress and Queen Hulda steps away from the window, ready to great the oracle’s envoys. Ties to Kandrakar are always important, in times of life and joy even more than in times of death and despair. So her smile only grows as she is introduced to the young guardian that waits within her throne room. “I hope your travels here have been safe and without any disturbances”, her voice is warm, like the sun that shines upon young grass, as she reaches out her hands in greeting, “We are honored that you will attend our humble festivities”

[multiivolus-a]

@traitcrousheart​ sent:  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

MONTHS OF WORK down the drain. endless meetings, countless emails, contracted drafted and re-drafted. everything sat there, waiting for the client to give the GO AHEAD. days of travelling, of little sleep, that river had spent building up this project and the client had the nerve to pull the plug. to let the ship SINK. 

the frustration lets itself be known, the fatigue and anger that burns his cheeks, and he is so close to something, to carving something with his teeth and tearing something apart with his hands. river sees red and then cassandra yells speaks in a language he doesn’t understand, and everything seems to melt away.

hand curls weakly, throws an even weaker punch into the air. “I told them not to work with him. he has a history. but no, no they chose to and I had to sacrifice my time to make an indecisive man happy.”