#weavrot

[sh4rlossarchive]

a tentative , exploratory kiss between friends . /maybe, if you want to oop-

ʷⁱⁿᵉ     ʰᵃˢ     ˡᵒⁿᵍ     ᵇᵉᵉⁿ    filling  her  glass  for  the  night,     a    nice     addition  to  a  long  night  of  being  on  their  feet.     surprisingly,     it  isn't  all  that    uncommon     to  find  unattended  and  full  alcohol  bottles    speckled     around  wherever  they  traveled.     had  it  solely  been  the  alcohol  taking  its  course  on  her  or  was  it  the    tension     between  them  that  has  felt  like  it's  been  growing  ever  since  that  night  of  sharing  a    moment     of  magic  between  one  another    ?    shadowheart  isn't  sure,     but  she  doesn't    seem     to  mind     ⸻    no,     not  as  she's  setting  the  glass  down  and  to  the  side,     moving    closer     to  the  wizard.

eyes  flit  from  lips  and  then  up  to    meet     gale's  gaze     ⸻    breath  stilling  only  for  a  second  before  she    closes     the  space  between  them  with  a    tentative     kiss.     it's  not  like  she's    not     kissed  someone  before,     she's  shared  many  moments  with  people  before  but  this  moment  with  gale   ?    it  makes  skin    flush,     a  soft  sound  leaving  her  lips  as  skin  raises,     hairs  standing  on  end.    shifting     to  her  knees,     she  towers  over  him  a  little,     a  hand  moving  to  cup  the  side  of  his  face.     maybe  they    shouldn't     be  kissing  but     ...     who  cared  when  their  lives  could    end    at  any  second  due  to  the  things  nestled  in  their  brains    ?

shadowheart  isn't  sure  how    long     they've  been  kissing,     between  the  slide  of  lips  and    explorative    nips  at  lips,     all  she  knew  is  that  she    needed     to  breathe.     she  should  be    embarrassed,     maybe  immediately  pull  away  from  him,     act  as  though  it    isn't     something  she's  been  thinking  about  for  quite  some  time.     not  quite  fully  pulling  away,     green  eyes  look  at  gale  with  a    softened     gaze,     an  almost  unreadable  expression  on  her  face  aside  from     ...    want.     she  wants  him     ⸻    more  than  she'd  like  to    admit.    ❛    is   that    enough     to   satisfy   your   curiosity    ?    ❜      voice  is  quiet,     low  yet    vulnerable.     maybe  there's    more     to  all  of  this  than  she  lets  on.

[sh4rlossarchive]

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

❛    aside   from   my   head   pounding    ?     i    think     i'm   good.    ❜    a  hand  comes  to    tentatively     touch  her  temple,     fingers  meeting  wet  iron     ⸻    blood.     a  grimace  twists  features  and    hiss     leave  past  lips,     brows  furrowing.     she'd  not    seen     the  trap,     foot  just  brushing  it  before  it  set  off,     having  her  fly  back  and    hit     against  a  brick  wall.

she'd  not  felt  the  initial  pain  and  from  gale's    concern,     it  seems  as  though  she  might've    blacked    out  for  a  few  minutes.     hand  drops,     half-lidded  eyes  squinted,     looking  from  the  blood  and  then  to  gale.    ❛    got   any   spells   that   could   patch   me   up    ?    ❜    tone  not  too  serious,     sounding  more  like  a    joke     than  anything  as  she  breathily  chuckles,     trying  to  push  herself  to  sit  upright.

[bladewarde]

She doesn't feel like herself. Empty, adrift; wanting for the parts of herself that were torn away and left behind in the goblin camp. The invisible scars ripple across her mind, along with the distant howls of cackling. The sounds circle in her ears, Laera believing they come from nearby. From her companions? From the woods beyond?

She shuts her eyes, drawing in her on herself as Wyll walks past where she sits on the far end of camp. Silently, Laera turns over grim thoughts in her head, poking at the void that's been left where connection should be. On the fringes of her conscious, she can feel the Weave, sense it.

Before the thought forms in full, Laera walks across the camp, searching. ❝ Gale. ❞ His name barely leaves her throat once she finds him, observing with some interest the space he's made for himself. Laera holds her hands to herself, picking at her knuckles. Her next words come out in a sputter, ❝ Can I talk to you… Please. It's… it's about the Weave. I need your 'elp, Gale. ❞

@weavrot / plotted!

[ca1amities]

"How long has it been?" Curious question that. Perhaps not even his to be asking, but he inquired nonetheless. Eyes flicked up towards @weavrot, near expressionless, as he studied him. Catching an unsure twist in the other's expression. Perhaps he should have been more specific. "Since you've gone into... isolamento — isolation, I mean."

"You're well off the network, have a lake of tar almost perfect for mules to dump off bodies, it wouldn't surprise me if there was BT territory near by." Was it a lecture or concern? Both, maybe. Neil rested back as arms crossed over his chest.

[sarastuss]

drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

oh my, this was truly so needed!! 💛🥺thank you for thinking about me when coming across this, and sending it, IT MEANS THE WORLD!!✨☀

[deathlace]

kisses him and kisses him and kisses him a-

                                                    @weavrot ❤

             It was the sort of affection, that once, he might have considered himself unworthy of. At times it felt more like a dream, being at his lowest, and finding a man caring, so selfless, so willing to love someone like him. The wizard could have his pick of anyone, that much he was certain, and despite all the choices, all the people he’s met and places he’s been- somehow Gale chose him. Why he would never take such moments for granted, every kiss slowly revealing a smile, a laugh, soft and warm as arms would come to settle atop his shoulders, hands eventually cradling his face to admire his lover.

             “You know, it’s only fair I return the favor darling…” thumbs would caress the hollows of his cheeks, a pair of fangs flashing in a playful grin before he’d lean in, returning the affection with a tender kiss. How he’d never tire of him, the warmth of his embrace, the taste of his lips, the way the very weave left a lingering charge of magic between them. His brow would settle against his, eyes fluttering shut as he’d confess through a soft sigh. “I love you.”

[killer-cinnamon]

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send 🌼 and i'll recommend a blog with beautiful writing – @weavrot

okay listen to me, listen !!!! jay's prose is insane, he's such a storyteller in the way that he writes. like i eat it up every time, and i absolutely devour every thread of his that i see cause they're always good

there's really just something about the combo of deep, genuine understanding he has of the muses he writes and the obvious skill and talent for writing that's just chef's kiss

TIME FOR SOME POSITIVITY! * send a symbol and i'll recommend my favorite rp blogs!

[moonsymbols]

[ DEVOTION ] , receiver kisses and/or touches sender's body with reverence.

sacred, high romance !

gale has her splayed out in his tent like an offering to the gods, his hands and mouth somehow everywhere on her body all at once. luna feels as though she's floating, a myriad of sensations combining to send shockwaves of pleasure throughout their body.

the druid has had plenty of lovers before, but none have ever come close to this. sex with gale is like ascending to a whole other plane of existence where the only thing that matters is how good it feels.

" please- " luna doesn't know what she's begging for; just something, anything to ease the ache between her thighs. " gale... "