#unforgive

[newwolfehunt]

JASPER WILDE : STARTER

kendra doesn't believe in fate. coincidence and happenstance are more suited to her faith, or lack thereof- she doesn't believe in the divine, or destiny- she believes in the truth, and lies, and the world around her. she believes in balance, and free will. but- she's seen him before. like de ja vu, or a reoccurring dream ( nightmare ) that she can't quite remember when she wakes. and she can't help but think there's a reason. glimpses caught from the corner of her eye, mentions of the figure he cuts scattered throughout history in the books she's read over time, and a name she knows but has yet to speak- she doesn't know what @unforgive is, exactly. just that he is.

" y'got'a crush or somethin' ? " jade eyes remained fixed on the valley in front of her, renegade stoic at her side where she rests her palm flat against his flank- he's nervous, she can tell. but she's put him through worse than whatever aura wilde exudes. her poor horse, it's a miracle his coat's not turned grey. head turns then, gaze sliding over the other unfocused until she blinks, and like usual, her breath catches. it's quiet, subtle, unnoticeable in the cool winter breeze- but it irritates her nonetheless. she's not scared. she's not. she's just ... wary. he fascinates her as much as he unnerves her. " i mean, if y'gonna follow me around, i'm gonna get ideas. " she's never spoken to him before. this is new.

[engests]

        ‘   WHAT ARE YOU BUSY THINKING ABOUT?   ’   finally speaking out he reaches forward to adjust the log leaning on the fire,   he hopes the rest of it will catch and bring new warmth to the evening while they wait for the sun to rise.   Wilde had be quiet for most part of the evening,   despite the few quips here and there about where they should camp and what needed to be set up.   every time he happened to glance over at the other,   all he could see was him sitting ever so deep in thought without much movement.   ‘   YOU LOOK LIKE you're either in pain or trying to relieve yourself, can’t really tell which it is.   ’

@unforgive​ got a starter anyways  /  ft. jasper wilde

[duttongirl]

@unforgive​  said  /  ❝  listen,  i’ve lost a lot of people in my life.  i learned how to deal with it but…you’re different.  i can’t take it if it’s you.  ❞

          HIS  WORDS  PIERCE  THROUGH  HER  HEART  LIKE  A  SHARP  BLADE  —  she wants to forgive him,  look passed all of it,  but she just doesn’t know how.  the damage was done  &  there was no turning back from what he had planned all along.  ‘you should have fucking thought about that before you lied to me..  you were trying to destroy my family.  how am i supposed to forgive that?’  arms cross against chest,  turning away from the man she once loved with every fiber of her being.  damnit,  this was so painfully hard.  ‘were you ever even going to tell me?’  anger  &  hurt torment her soul.  she can’t bear the thought of what the next step will hold..  still not having told her father about wilde’s true intentions of getting close to their family.  she turns to face him  &  in the heat of the moment pours her heart out.  ‘you know what’s sad?  even after all of this..  i still fucking love you.  i still want it to be you  &  me in the end..  still holding on to that little bit of hope that somehow we can find a way to fix this.’  tears trickling down flushed cheeks.  ‘ god,  how fucking pathetic !!!  i want to hate you,  i want to forget about ever loving you..  but i can’t.  i just fucking can’t..  no matter how hard i try.’  she turns away from him once more,  hugging torso  while  wiping the tears away.  ‘you have until tomorrow to pack your shit  &  leave.  if you’re not gone by then,  i can’t promise that you’ll still be breathing once my father finds out.’  her heart is shattered to pieces,  unable to believe that any of this is real,  that wilde would be capable of hurting her so cruelly. 

[duttongirl]

@unforgive​  said  /  '' that  part  of  my  life  is  done. ''

               DONE..  how could she even begin to believe that?  her insides are on fire,  feeling sick to her stomach.  everything was a lie..  a big lie she had fallen for because deep in her heart scar believed every word spoken by this man had been sincere.  those sleepless nights they’d spent talking about their lives and how fate brought them together.  memories of being tangled up in the sheets with him,  making sweet love like she had never made with another man before wilde.  a consumed mind which only held room for him and their future.  oh how beautiful it was..  one big beautiful lie.  ‘was any of it even real..’  eyes can’t bear the strength to gaze up at him,  heart sinking to the pit of her stomach while playing it all back in her head.

   ALWAYS  SKEPTICAL  &  CAUTIOUS   of anyone that tries to get too close to her family.  yet this one just slipped right in through the cracks..  everyone loved him,  including john dutton.  what treachery..  she should be angry but her heart only feels despair and loss.  tears trickle down flushed cheeks.  ‘you son of a bitch..’  words that are meant to come out in a raging fit are spewed with so much sadness and betrayal.  hand grips the edge of the table tightly,  an attempt to keep herself up.  how could she be so blind?  he had everyone fooled.  ‘if your goal was to completely destroy me,  congratulations..  you’ve succeeded.’  somber cerulean hues meet his eyes and she can hardly breathe,  feeling as though all the air has been sucked right out of her.  the notion of being used and played like a fool just gnawing at her.  how could someone she loved so dearly and believed loved her back do this?  how could she have been so wrong and naive?  scarlett will never be able to forgive herself for being so weak minded at the merciless hands of a man.

[dsrtrosearchived]

“don’t  -  ...  don’t  look  at  me  like  that,”       she  chastises,       “i’m  fine.  haven’t  y’ever  seen  a  lady  bleedin’  out  before?”       (thus  could  raise  the  question  of  whether  or  not  such  fine  ladies  should  be  bleeding  out,  but  -  i  wouldn’t  start  that  argument  with  this  woman.)       “you  should  see  the  other  guy.”       eliza  limps  on  her  own  two  feet,  meandering  alongside  her  horse,  lead  of  the  large  animal  in  hand.  for  now,  her  shoulder  rests  up  against  the  mare,  using  her  stance  for  support  -  her  spare  palm  holds  true  over  an  open  wound  on  her  left  shoulder.  (fresh  blood  stains  her  clothing  there,  as  well  as  over  a  split  lip  &  bruised  jaw.) 

moments  pass,  and  eliza  kardel  gives  into  the  fact  that  she  needs  some  assistance  -  regardless  of  whether  or  not  her  current  company  would  like  to  willingly  offer  it.  her  resigned  sigh  is  heavy,  and  there’s  a  wince  &  debilitating  note  of  pain  before  she  speaks  up;       “you  gonna  stand  there  an’  stare,  or  are  y’gonna  help  me  patch  this  up?”

injured  eliza  starter  call   /   @unforgive​  🧡

[wiiaca-moves]

@unforgive​​  /  gets a smol starter.

some  would  see  sokanon  has  a  personification  of  a  mother’s  grief,  love, and  perseverance.  most  importantly,  a  certain  wrath  only  parents  can relate  to.  wrath.  it’s  been  so  long  that  she’s  almost  forgotten  what  it  felt like  to  have  life  grow  within  her  again.  yet,  the  moment  she  knew,  it  all came  back  as  naturally  as  it  should.  first  it  was  the  heavy  blanket  of fatigue,  the  aching  of  bones  (  especially  the  hips  ),  and  unwavering nausea  that  would  strike  without  warning.  a  symbol,  something  real  and worth  she  believes,  of  the  life  growing  within.  counting  her  dates,  she’s on  her  fourth  month  and  the  child  is  sure  making  itself  known.  

a  small  fleeting  in  the  womb  wakes  her  and  soka  makes  a  noise,  turning her  head  just  to  feel  wilde  behind  her.  she  takes  his  hand  and  practically groans  at  warmth  it  emanates,  and  places  it  on  the  growing  bump.  it’s not  as  big,  but  definitely  noticeable.  

[atmahdena]

                                        you  know  humans  :  perhaps  not  to  the  extent  others  of  your  kin  know  them,  but  you  recognise  what  they  are,  and  what  they  are  not.  you  do  not  recognise  @unforgive​.  what  he  is,  you  can  not  say.  but  you  are  wary  :  curious,  but  on  edge.  you  cock  your  head  gently,  silence  between  you,  before  your  lips  quirk  in  a  restrained  smile     -      ❝     you  are  staring.     ❞      as  are  you.      ›     sc.

[duttongirl]

starter  for  @unforgive​  /  plotted.

        TWO  STRANGERS  WANDERING  THE  BUSY  CITY  STREETS  —  that’s what they had been just a few weeks prior.  the tune was much different now,  sweeter.  a grin from ear to ear as they lay upon a blanket on the fresh mowed field,  one arm resting behind head while the other pointed up at the stars,  tracing their connected shapes.  picture perfect truly described what this moment could be perceived as.  yet,  that dreadful voice in the back of her head keeps repeating how it’s only the beginning  &  just a matter of time before slipping away into thin air,  lost forever. sabotage, sabotage, sabotage.

the duttons always cautious  &  wary of outsiders.  many of them hungry for power,  eager to buy the land.  none had succeeded thus far.  yet, jasper wilde was accepted with open arms.  having even received the father stamp of approval from mister john dutton himself. he had won the entire family over with that charm, humor,  smile  &  charismatic personality.  scar had never met anyone like him.  she was intrigued,  captivated,  swept right off of her feet.  for now that little voice was pushed aside  &  buried deep within the plethora of thoughts that flooded that pretty little mind.

head turns to face him,  that adoring smile still lingering.  ‘where did you come from?  i swear,  it feels like we were made for each other.’ SOULMATES,  was what they called it.  two halves of a whole.  her hand finds his,  fingers entwining as thumb gently caresses over calloused skin.  if only it could stay this way always.  however,  in previous experiences,  nothing good was meant to last forever.  she swallows down the self-doubt  &  chooses to get lost in the overwhelming bliss that has completely taken over.