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[wishfulimaginings]

Guys , whhatt even is Jack Barlowe's signet ? Is it like Juliette from Shatter me or Cyra from Carve the mark ?

Also Imogen , I haven't figured her's out either.

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[tyri-]

Three Little Words

(I think I rolled Kill Them All again, but I rerolled it because I’m not sure if the page lagged or I legit rolled the same number twice in a row. lol.)

“I love you,” the Demon Hunter murmured to her husband. The pair were in a quiet meadow, isolated from the world. She was resting between his thighs, leaning with her back to his chest and his hands in her lap. Her hands had caught up his own and she started playing gently with his fingers, playing with their wedding ring.

That was all that she needed to say, all that needed to be said. She felt his lips against the side of her neck, causing her eyes to drift closed as a happy sigh left her lips. His fingers laced with her own and she smiled, saying the words again, softer this time, and he tried to pull her in closer to himself. Powerful arms wrapping around her frame, as if to protect her from the world.

“My Katyr,” she smiled playfully.

“My Tyri,” was his answer.

It was important to take time out of every day life and enjoy the little things. For Katyr and Tyri, it was a necessity like breathing. To be able to touch each other and remember that this was real. Very real. A dream come true.

[tyri-]

Tyrs!

Who confesses their feelings first: KatyrWho initiates the first kiss: KatyrWho shamelessly gets a kids meal just for the cool toy: KatyrIf they do corresponding Halloween costumes: YesWho hogs the covers: TyriWho sings along to the radio loudly and off-key: KatyrWho has a bigger sweet tooth: TyriA gif to sum up their relationship

[tyri-]

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse katyrrrrrr

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

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The Demon Hunter stared at the check list that Katyr had given to her, feeling her face and ears burning furiously. Rather than letting him see it, Tyri promptly crumpled the check list up and tossed it away before he could see what she had said about him. 

“That’s personal,” she whispered softly, though she wouldn’t attempt to stop him if he went to the waste basket and pulled it out on his own. She simply wouldn’t look at him.

[tyri-]

Amortentia Katyr!

“Katyr,” Tyri didn’t even seem to recognize the sweetness in her own tone, the pull at her lips as she spoke his name. “Katyr, to me, smells of leather... a rough and rich spice. Don’t all pretty men seem to fancy washing themselves with something spicy in scent?” the woman hesitated before looking away with a faint flush to her cheeks. “I’m used to it, I’ve had my share of men like him in my life before. It comes with running a shop... anyway....

“I wouldn’t call it a scent...” she hesitated on the last thing which came to mind. “But it is there. Gentle and comforting. Maybe like... vanilla?” she frowned. “I think the Light smells like vanilla...”

The Demon Hunter shrugged and waved it off. “And me?”

[tyri-]

☂ picking them up ☯ coming home late -Katyr

                                                        ☂

                                                      ☯

[ Sorry, I felt like doing gif responses. :> Gotta switch it up once on a while. ]

[tyri-]

Dance With Me

                                           Inspired By Music

Life pulsed with every beat of the music that roared in the air. Bodies moved and swayed and sweet drinks were protected with cautious hands as bodies swayed in temptation. Expressions ranged from rapture to unbridled delight as each found their dancing partner or milled about to the sides, mingling and mixing in groups and couples. 

Tyri’s finger circled about the rim of her cup as sky-blue eyes looked around nervously. Every vibrating beat of music caused her heart to jump slightly, though the only nervous tick that was visible was the way that she turned her chair ever so slightly from side to side, the swiveling top allowing her to twirl in time.

This was a mistake. This wasn’t where she was meant to be. She wasn’t a dancing kind of person, not after what had happened. All of this was wrong to her and she wasn’t even certain why she had come out in the first place. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she thought of all of the time she had spent on dressing up, now gone to waste. The form-hugging black dress that stopped halfway down her thighs and lacked any straps had at least gotten a chance to be seen in public.

With a quick motion, she downed the rest of her drink before stepping away, having already paid earlier. Carefully, Tyri weaved through the crowd, trying to not make eye contact as she headed towards an exit.

A hand grabbed her by the wrist.

Quickly, she turned, ready to kill whoever had touched her. People couldn’t touch her. This man meant to kill her. She was so certain of it, that in that moment her life was in danger, that her hand instinctively found his throat before she could see who it was.

“Katyr...”

She relaxed and glanced around slowly before looking back to him. While surprised, he looked amused as well, raising a hand to rub his throat before murmuring something that she couldn’t hear over the music. 

“What?”

“Let’s dance!” 

And, like that, he pulled her out onto the dancing floor. Tyri hesitated, just for a moment as she looked into his sweet green eyes and saw the way that he smiled for her. Enticing and hopeful, he really could crush hearts with an expression like that. His rugged demeanor was only enhanced by the completely simple clothes he wore in stark contrast to her dress.

But, she gave him what he wanted, and began to dance. Her hips swayed as she watched his own movements before slowly getting into it. Their bodies drew closer together as he moved behind her and set his hands on her hips. She could feel him behind her, feel every movement without looking at him, and it made her grin.

Gently, his lips found her neck as she eased in her movements, not wanting to accidentally swat him. A soft hum escaped her throat, but was drowned out as she felt his tongue tease against her skin, his body press closer to hers. She was enthralled, and it was only in that moment that Tyri realized it. Her hips slid back up against him in a teasing manner.

While she had offered to be his person to trust, it seemed that it was starting to work the other way around now as well.

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Slowly, she lifted her head from the pillow, her mind still muddled. The morning was quiet and peaceful, a sleepy stillness still holding the world around them. The blankets were twisted up this time and Katyr’s arm fell off of her form and slid into her lap. A soft sound escaped him before he rolled over, curling up a bit. 

Tyri dropped her gaze towards him and smiled faintly, a private expression that she rarely shared with anyone else. Her hand reached out to gently rub his back as she settled in once again, just for a few more minutes of peace as she mused over the days to come, her regrets in taking the role of someone who couldn’t ever go dancing with Katyr. Not in this lifetime. 

It was impossible.