#wclfheir

[fantasycorrupted-a]

@wclfheir from here.

she had been watched, hadn't she? the feeling of someone's gaze heavy on her back made fiadh spin around, sword in hand. where on earth had the time-turner dropped her this time? it was a matter of time til she found out – but, like many other times when she would crash into a different age, the pirate had questions.

alas, the first person she spotted did not look like he had answers; if anything, he likely had twice more things to wonder about now that a strange woman had appeared out of nowhere. “that’s expected... so do i. though mine are of a different nature entirely.” she approached him. “we could try and answer them all together, shall we?... i’m fiadh. nice to meet you, sir.” he didn't seem like the royal navy officers who had been chasing after her, mistaking her for her grandfather. for now, fiadh was safe... relatively.

[northernforces-a]

❛  You wanted to see me your Majesty ?  ❜ for odin ??

❛I did, yes. Come closer, young man.❜ Odin's voice remained calm and hinted at his interest in the youth, and something in it - in the way he held himself, the way he spoke - commanded respect. While his unharmed eye kept watch as vigilantly as always, it was harder to see clearly at greater distance.

❛I heard from my son that you showed great courage, fighting alongside him and his friends... I would like to congratulate you for it.❜

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[dandeliicnsarchived]

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❝ And you, sir just saved me from ten minutes of awkward conversations and small talk - thanks. ❞ Claire says as she sets her bags down and takes a seat next to the male. Brushing some loose curls behind her ear, she reaches for her notebook, textbook and pencil or at least a pen and realizes - she doesn’t have either or. Slightly sighing softly with frustration she manages an apologetic smile and turns towards the male once more; even though she was friendly for the most part she didn’t like bothering people who were in their comfort zone. ❝ I am so sorry to bother you - again, but do you have an extra pencil or pen? I promise I’ll return it once class is over. ❞ dark brown hues glance down over to his paper and she notices the small drawing. 

❝ cute wolf - but I think he needs a friend. ❞

[bcbliophile]

@wclfheir​ liked for a starter !

“You look so much like a man I use to know” Susan tilted her head as much as her crown would allow, looking the man over with a confused frown. He looked like Caspian-- but he couldn’t be him, the Caspian she knew was long since dead, he and his wife Lilliandil left behind only their children. “I am Queen Susan of Narnia-- who might you be?”

[taghte]

❛  oh ,  one question.  where  am  i ,  who  are  you ,  and  what’s  going  on ?  ❜

“That’s more than one question, mate.” Alec clarifies with the other as he looks a bit unamused at the sudden intrusion. “Sayin’ it in one breath doesn’t count either.” The Scotsman adds as large arms cross over broad chest, looking down at the other with a bit of an analyzing gaze. Normally he would be friendly, but that was when things were on his terms. When he went into towns, cities, places to talk to others. Not when they appeared in the forest near his manor. He refrains from summoning the claymore to his hand, but fingers grip his bicep tightly as he holds back. Only because he didn’t know if the other was human, friend or foe, he knew nothing. Not that he could be hurt but he’d rather not unnecessarily expose what he was to someone within five seconds of meeting them. “Scotland, specially near Loch Ness.” His head tilts to the side, blue eyes looking him over once more. “Alec Mackintosh. And you would be?” He refrains from answering the last question, not until he knows more of this stranger in front of him. But also because, in all honesty, he wasn’t even entirely sure just what was going on here.

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[starlsssankt]

❝  none of them deserve this !  ❞

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, around them. The Fold was all-encompassing once they were this deep inside, and the Darkling turned at the sound of the plea. He'd just shifted the borders of the Fold, those thick shadows engulfing the ports of Novokribirsk, to take who knew how many lives.

He looked at Caspian.

❝ You're wrong. ❞ The argument is simple, and the Darkling didn't raise his voice. Didn't fight against that claim. He merely stepped closer to Caspian, shaking his head. Eyes were firm, hard and deadly, though, as the Darkling continued.

❝ They did deserve it. Every one of them must know, and pay the price, for their treachery. ❞ A glance towards where Alina was, but he didn't elaborate.

For the West had tried to kill his Sun Summoner. He couldn't abide that.

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[shireentheunburnt]

Two Heirs

Shireen wandered the halls of Castle Black in the middle of the night. She had finally helped her mother fall asleep, and now she was alone in the dark again. Here, even though she was tired, almost painfully so, she could breathe. The princess hated sunrise, hated sudden bursts of light; they made her uneasy in a way she hoped to conquer within herself one day...

Clutching her charred stag to her with both hands, she stuck to the shadows and tried to keep herself to herself. Quiet... No staring eyes... Night... Safe. 

Rounding a corner, she paused to see another stood in her path. It would be rude to pretend she hadn’t seen him...

“Hello,” she called softly, a gentle attempt at a smile on her face, “are you all right?”

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[hxllblazer-a]

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“Y’know… when they said there might be a wolf off terrorizing the locals, y’ weren’t exactly what I had in mind.”

Well, in his experience anyways, though now John was regretting not asking for triple his usual rate to look in on just what the hell had been going on here. These sorts of hunts… definitely weren’t his thing, that was for sure. Too many factors, too many ways things could go wrong.

And honestly? Maybe a touch of pity for the poor bastard on the other end of it.

“Relax though, ‘m not really here for anything awful or the like. One too many bad experiences with your lot got me writin’ off these sorts of hunts for good.” A snort, and he fished out a cigarette to light up. “Think the mayor just wants to make sure you’ve not been causing any serious trouble or whatever.”