Meadowlark in hamlet
There is barely a description possible how much of warmth she had aroused within my heart upon that passed day - I missed her plentifully and breathlessly so<з
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Meadowlark in hamlet
There is barely a description possible how much of warmth she had aroused within my heart upon that passed day - I missed her plentifully and breathlessly so<з
Forevermore Chapter 23: The Journey
I have been a HUGE slacker about posting chapter updates to Tumblr, even though I have been updating weekly. But, this week you get a tumblr post, because not only is there a new chapter but there is also art from the amazing @vasiliquemort! I've been sitting on this for awhile, because although I commissioned it at the start of the fic, their traveling was a lot more fraught early in the fic, and I knew I could write a scene later on when they were comfortable with each other that better captured the ease and companionship and warmth of this art, and this chapter is it!
Forevermore Chapter 23: The Journey
Excerpt:
When they make camp at the end of the first day of travel, Clint pulls Cage aside and asks him to set up a separate camp for the guards a short distance away.
“Sir, your safety —”
“I have traveled by myself through enemy territory in wartime, Luke. I can manage a few nights in the safety of my own barony and Stark lands, with my husband at my side.”
Cage looks like he is going to protest again but then finally nods, instructing his men to set up camp at the next clearing and to patrol the perimeter.
“What did you tell them?” Bucky asks as Clint returns to where Bucky is laying their fire.
“I said my husband was shy,” Clint says. “And loud,” he cannot resist adding, watching Bucky’s eyes go wide.
“Tell me you did not!” Bucky exclaims, and when Clint’s snicker escapes him Bucky scowls. “You dalcop! I believed you —”
Idol of my satiation, Orpheus of my vices
Found older than ancient sketch of this mien, missed him too much over the years to not actually finish it at last<з
Unwise creature<з
You are a hand of a joyful child - and I am your nettle
A gently toned tribute and newly painted disposition of Dreadwolf from the earlier painting<з
A place of my mistakes, a hundred steps into mire
Arcane-styled Astarion's portrait made in a time suspiciously looking like months ago and that wasn't posted for reasons undisclosed to the modern history<з
The body lays, longingly, into waves sweat, As I am your nightmare and of the sea delight.
Commissions are open!<зз
Within my tender and my aching and postponed (for did they months had passed in-between of old and new one list of question, indeed o////o) - there is again a pricelist here concluded, and even form for a commission inquiry, too!
Full information regarding working process, commission's references and requirements of vision's disposition that might be needed to be toned firmly in the project, the list of prices - and all of questions that could be rising are yet detailed in the file~
I'll gently so adore to hear from you of evermore, please don't be shy - to message there or here onward if such comes to your heart - and mine shall follow!<з
Here comes the link to google form!~