#weyfaren

[questsy-a]

LUC  ASKS     :     his  eyes  were  really  mean.

“ that’s  just  the  way  his  eyes  look , ”          she  says ,  shrugging .     she  feels  no  need  to  defend  eadwulf  from  this  other  boy ,  even  though  she  wants  @weyfaren​  to  like  her  just  so  so  much .          “ he  doesn’t  mean  it ,  most  of  the  time .     when  he  means  it ,  there’s  some  more  growling  involved .     you  can  tell . ”          her  eyes  scan  the  sand  again ,  bending  down  to  pick  up  a  piece  of  sea  glass ,  dark  eyes  studying  the  new  material  for  a  long  moment .

[ruidusborne]

“hey, letters?” imogen braces her hands on the door frame of the door and looks out into the hall, hoping to catch @weyfaren​. “you feel like a walk at all, you ‘n’ me?” she rolls her lips together as she steps out, past the threshold, her expression something between concerned and apologetic.  more than anything, though, she’s worried about them. “only if you want, of course. it’s just been a tough coupl’a days, so i just thought, maybe...” she trials off, knowing that she’s accommodating for her own discomfort.

[cryptiique]

‘don’t  wanna  talk  about  the  things  to  come.’ from percy for vax

it's not like vax blames him — all things considered, shit is bleak. no anticipation, no hope, just a solemn drive toward the end with the faintest glimmer of a prayer that it might turn out right. that they might all live, all stay together. but vax'ildan has drifted in a grim sort of outlook long enough to know that whatever will be, will be. no sense discussing it.

the tinkerer's hand rests clasped between both of the rogue's, lifted to his lips where he might breathe in the scent as well as kiss the knuckles. the scent of gunmetal and black powder, then the faintest hint of the lavender vax keeps on his own person. a beautiful combination. his eyes close for a moment, bowing his face into percy's open palm to cradle close.

"then don't. i'm here now."

[everlighted]

percy says  ,  i’m  right  where  you  left  me . 

guilt pierces as she looks up at him & she knows @weyfaren​ doesn’t mean it but it pierces just the same . they don’t talk about it , generally . none of them do . the way she leaves them . the way she leaves them vulnerable every time she leaves them . the way that when she needs to be alone they let her go without question & welcome her back with open arms . they get injured & barely make it home . they die without her . & still , she leaves . still , she devotes herself to people who need her help , to sarenrae , to being available whoever may need the everlight in the way that she has her .  ❛  i’m here now , percy .  ❜  as if that makes it any better . 

[kestrael-a]

percy asks  :  here’s a copper for your thoughts. and a silver not to tell them.

all it takes is a few words to annoy cassandra  --  but ,  of course ,  that is percival’s goal .  so she shifts her weight on the worktable ,  holding a small hand out towards @weyfaren​ .  “ alright ,  then , ”  she says primly .  “ pay up ,  percival . ”  it’s not a hard bluff to call ,  really  --  what use do the de rolos have for money in their pockets ?  they have everything they’d need or want ,  and on the rare occasions that they go to town ,  no one charges them directly .  and maybe ,  just maybe ,  she’s more than ready to start an argument today .

[questsy-a]

eadwulf requests  :  a starter from rune grieve

visits to her parents are brief and awkward ,  to say the least .  but she still feels compelled to go , to make an appointment , to sit in a room with them . it also serves as a reminder that leaving was a good choice on her part — that she doesn’t fit here . and the longer that she’s gone , the less she feels like the lack of fit is a personal failing . but she has a mission today — something that , in any other family , wouldn’t set her pulse racing and tighten her airway . but she’s committed to this now , and stops before her father , keeping her tenseness off of her face as best she can . “ i have . . . i have something for you , ” she says , briefly meeting his eyes before looking away to dig through her bag . she doesn’t stop talking as she does , half fact and half nervous rambling . “ vinlia and i . . . we were in vasselheim . and i — well — “ she pulls something out of her bag , triumphant , a vial of blood in her grasp . she swallows , knowing that she doesn’t need to say what it is . @weyfaren won’t turn this down , right ?

[adveanture]

      *      WEYFAREN      /      ft.   merlin      —      “      i   know   what   it’s   like   to   be   different.      ”

of   course   he   does.         even   if   they   do   not   speak   of   it   so   openly,   they   know   of   the   similarities   in   their   bones      —      in   the   pieces   of   the   two   of   them   that   call   to   the   pieces   in   the   other.      lancelot   has   never   had   such   a   friend      —      not   ever.      @weyfaren​​   is   different   from   others   in   more   ways   than   one.      merlin   is   just   one   of   a   thousand   things   lancelot   never   expects   to   come   from   finally   making   it   to   camelot.            “      i   think   that   my   differences   hardly   compare   with   yours,      ”            lancelot   replies   with   a   soft,   slightly-sad   smile.      he   looks   down   at   his   hands.            “      but   .   .   .      that   is   kind   of   you   to   say,   merlin.      ”

[adveanture]

      *      WEYFAREN      /      ft.   merlin      —      “      the   more   you   move,   the   more   this   is   going   to   hurt.      ”

the   gentle   touch   and   care,   though   insistent   and   stubborn,   is   appreciated.         lancelot   has   been   tending   to   his   own   wounds      —      his   own   needs   entirely      —      since   childhood.      after   he   loses   his   mother   and   stepfather      —      after   his   whole   life   as   he   knows   it   is   torn   asunder      —      he   is   rather   fully   left   on   his   own.      @weyfaren​​   seems   to   resist   that   notion,   in   every   way   that   he   treats   lancelot   in   the   wake   of   their   newfound   friendship.            “      merlin      —      thank   you,   but   it’s   just   a   scratch,      ”            he   quietly   replies,   though   he   does   not   resist   merlin’s   attentions.            “      i   could   dress   it   myself   .   .   .      i’m   sure   you   have   more   important   things   to   tend   to.      ”