#weavesdreams

[sundcred-and-undone]

@weavesdreams​

Kylan would awake somewhere unfamiliar, but with the Dark Wood, such things were to be expected. If he was near it at all. The bubbling sound of the river was not too far off, and tree roots mapped out a criss-cross pattern underfoot.

Steam was rising from a pot nearby. His various scrapes and cuts were bound expertly, with natural gauze. 

There was a minty, herbal scent, not like food but rather a medicinal brew perhaps. 

And it would take some blinking, but there were living creatures here and there in this little clearing. They sat so still, they blended in with the natural forest floor.

They were big, but hunched, and wrinkled. The nearest one humming to itself, deep, and with inconstant pauses. 

When it saw the child had awakened, its head hooded eyes turned to him.

“Hello.”

[silverwield]

                @weavesdreams​   :        “it’s just a cut, really.” // sends this over for ne'rr BUT HONESTLY... can b anyone you think will work ;)

as PLAINLY as he could see,  that was all it was.    but the shallow wound that marred the top of the gelfling’s hand hadn’t been TREATED yet,  and it seemed as if kylan was going to take his time with doing so.    a GROWL rumbled in the back of his throat as he refused to let go of the other’s wrist,  guiding the smaller to sit in his lap as he pulled out a cloth and some alcohol he carried in his satchel.    “    if it is JUST a cut,  then you should let me dress it.    ”    if kylan persisted and continued to say no,  he would let it go.    but he could not help being CONCERNED.

[withinycu-arch]

“the issue with grief is that if knows where you live.” // slides u this for any muse you want? hehe. ;;;

Poetry starter meme | accepting

“Grief,” They said slowly as if savoring something sweet and exotic. “Tell us of your grief … We … incapable or … Strangers! Strangers with grief.”

It was always the way with Samael, as otherworldly as they seemed and despite being keepers of all manner of secrets they were surprisingly childlike when it came to those matters in which most mortal beings were most intimately acquainted.

[heartxofxthra]

@weavesdreams

The princess was, by all means, not a light sleeper. In fact, if one actually wanted to wake her, they would encounter serious difficulty, as witnessed by Mayrin, Seladon, and Tavra for many many trine. 

One solid exception to that rule was the dark-haired figure sleeping next to her, with which Brea shared a near-inseparable bond with. Enough that... when the other startled in the dead of night, Brea reacted before her mind would join in waking, arms wrapping around him and snuggling closely, dissipating the night’s terrors with warm affection that came to her as natural as breathing. 

Her nose pressed into Kylan’s cheek as she peppered soft kisses onto it, eyes barely open to look at him in the moonlit darkness. 

[clvrprncss]

@weavesdreams​     said     :      👔 👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ . 

TENSION  MEME     :     ACCEPTING

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐀  𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄.  eyes  dropping  to  where  kylan  was  very  kindly  lacing  up  the  front  of  her  dress.  in  truth,  the  princess  was  still  half  -  awake,  she  had  gotten  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night  in  a  half  -  panic,  escaping  nightmares,  and  hadn’t  returned  to  bed  before  the  sun  rose.  the  skeksis  may  have  fallen  back,  but  they  were  still  out  there,  and  the  resistance  was  still  out  here,  like  sitting  ducks.

it  takes  her  a  minute  to  realize  that  she  isn’t  blushing  from  the  embarrassment  of  the  knowledge  that  she  had  been  walking  about  with  her  chest  nearly  entirely  exposed  for  most  of  the  morning.  instead,  she  found  the  intimacy  of  the  act  was  what  had  brought  the  flush  to  pale  cheeks.  bright  eyes  lifting  to  watch  kylan’s  face  as  he  does  so.  heart  strangely  quickening  the  longer  she  stood  there  looking  at  him.  was  the  princess  more  conscious,  she  might  have  realized  all  of  these  sensations  overwhelming  her  would  insinuate  that  the  princess  was,  in  fact,  developing  a  crush  on  the  tender  spriton  worrying  over  her.     “     thank  you,  kylan.     ”

[skeksis-tongues]

weavesdreams said: ❝ There’s such a sad love, deep in your eyes. ❞ // HMMM...

Silent at first, and calm to the edge of weariness. “How would you to know?” Caught between the urge to stare directly at him, or turn away, they shift in uncertainty, finally turning aside, shielding their gaze with a shoulder, leaving an opening of vulnerability- a language all it’s own.  Uncharacteristically silent, any usual noises of self consideration are absent. This quiet lingers, their next words are low, soft and halting, laced through with an undertone of restraint. “How is it that life is not pain to you? Everything dies. What then, do you do, when the feeling of that- You continue to live, somehow. I do not know how.”

[heartxofxthra]

Idk how u can make me love every single one of ur portrayals for each chara or how you can manage them all but you’re SO good at it like there’s a REASON we have so many threads and that’s bc I love every one of them and I love 💕 how much the charas you rp feel like the actual charas just ugh... I adore writing with you tbh.

BBYYYYYYYYYY gosh this made me so happy I’m grinning like a dumbass I ADORE WRITING WITH YOU TOO thank you so much!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH 

[heartxofxthra]

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ // consider... baby kylan and fara @weavesdreams

A soft smile stretched slowly on her otherwise stoic features as the childling curled up joyfully in her arms, clutching the stuffed toy she’d brought in for him that time. She’d asked one of the families in Stone-in-the-Wood whom she was close with to make it for him. The father had made it to last -- they had four children, he had the know-how -- and the mother embroidered it. Then each of the children added something of their own. A little hat, a pretty bow, tiny carved wooden shoes, and of course, a little sword weaved together out of reeds, sewn onto the little doll’s hand. It had the warm touch of a family that she felt he needed the moment she beheld him for the first time. 

A shy little tot, hiding behind Mera’s skirts despite encouragement. She’d told her of how he came to her care, the son of a song-teller she knew well, and Fara recognized his gleaming, golden eyes staring back at her from the child. 

Mera had gone on some urgent business. Things seemed to somehow become more urgent whenever the Stonewood maudra was visiting, Fara would be a fool for not noticing. She’d been left to herself with a cup of ta, but little Kylan had clung fiercely to her, his face still gleaming with joy for his new toy. 

It was late for him, she knew, but he refused to sleep without a story. Had the fierce maudra of a warrior clan climbed into a little cot to sing the precious boy to sleep? 

That she had. 

Fara had no children of her own. It wasn’t on her list of priorities, nor was she even remotely considering, but the little halfling held her heart within his tiny fingers.

“That we shall, little one” she spoke softly, stroking his hair and face with gentle gestures as she tried to lull him into sleep.