#wilanli

[valianthunts]

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TOUCH || NOT ACCEPTING || @wilanli

Body stiffened when a hand suddenly slid over his chest, gaze shoot up at the woman who now sat on the edge of the tub. Limbs loosened immediately after. Nanih, somehow, brought the hunter a great sense of relief. She calmed him by simply being PRESENT. Not many could do that for Giles. Comfortably Giles sunk deeper into the warm murky water with a sigh as her palms and fingers gently worked over his skin.

Rubbing and brushing away the dirt and bit of blood that stained his flesh. He moved as she silently commanded. All the while tired blue hues stared up at her as though she was a patron SAINT. Admiration bright in his gaze.

He gently took a hold of her hands, cradling them by the wrists, thumbs brushing over her dampened palms. They were brought to his lips--- soft kisses placed on either one. The hunter held her hands close to his chest. Small, tired smile gracing his features. He sighed resting lazily back against the tub. ‘’You’re,‘’ he hesitated, ‘’the most INCREDIBLE woman I’ve met. I mean it.’’

‘’Thank you. For everthin’ you’ve done for me.’’

[valianthunts]

kiss + 4

KISS || ACCEPTING || @wilanli4... against a wall.

Breath hitched as he felt his back hit the wall of the small cabin they took shelter in from the storm that picked up in the mountains. Nothing but the wind HOWLING and the tress whining as they swayed could be heard. Each heavy breath was a misty cloud of warm steam. Her frame was smaller then his own, but her strength was not to be wrongly tested. He stayed down at her in silent admiration. Gaze flickered over her features, taking in the tiniest of details.

The pit of his stomach FLIPPED and his face HEATED as their lips met in a kiss. Blue hues fluttering shut in a dream like state. All his worries melted to desire. Strong hands rested upon her hips as he pulled her in closer, pressing her form against his own. Nanih fit perfectly there in a way he couldn’t really explain. Maybe it was all just in the hunter’s head. So desperate to feel as though someone out there might have been just right for him. He did, after all, kiss like a man STARVED of touch and affection.

Lips roved against her own. Needy and famished. Hands slide from her hips to snake his arms around her frame. Gradually the pop of desire ceased--- dull in his thoughts as he pulled away. Foreheads rested together as he sharply inhaled and quietly exhaled. Chest expanding WIDE as he filled his emptying lungs once more. Shyly he chuckled, taking her cheeks in calloused hands as lips pressed a final kiss to her forehead.

‘’You... turn me greedy, Nanih.’’

[staggeredlee]

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* TOUCH MEME : OPEN

his   chest   rose   and   fell   and   with   each   inhale.  there   was   a   whistle   there.   one   would   think   lee   had swallowed   some POOR   BIRD and   cursed   it   to  live   inside   his   lungs   for   the   rest   of   its’  days.   but,   truth   be   told,   it   had   just   been   a  particularly unforgiving   winter. and   stagger  lee,   stubborn   and   defiant   as   always,   had   refused   to  wear   the   layers ADVISED to   him   by   many  of   the   townspeople.   he   liked   mobility,   he   liked   speed  ...   and   that   passion   for   all   things QUICK would  certainly   gift   him   with   a HASTY   DEATH. stagger  coughed   a   cough   that   made   his   whole   skeleton  rattle.   there   was   sweat   upon   his   brow   and   the  threat   of   a FEVER   WITH   A   VENGEANCE. but  lee   wasn’t   scared.     ━━━     he’d  been   face   to   face   with   death   before   and   she   had  not TAKEN   HIM.   the   outlaw   had   begun   to  think   that,   maybe, he’d   never   die. doomed to   make   the   same   damn   mistakes   over   and   over  again.

brown   eyes   lazily   opened   to   stare   up   at   the  figure   leaning   over   him   to   fetch   a   wet   piece   of  cloth.   hands   would   carefully   place   it   upon   his  forehead   and   stagger’s   eyes   lingered   on   the   curve  of   his   carer’s   chest.   nanih   was   a   mistake   he  had YET   TO   MAKE. all   teeth   and   grit,  hard   to   think   that   woman   had   ever   been  anyone’s CHILD. but   as   stag   thought   this, he   felt   one   cold   hand   press   against   the   side   of  his   face   and   turned   his   head   to   find   a   pair   of  patient SERIOUS eyes   watching   over   him.   and right   then   and   there,   lee   thought   he   had   never   met  anyone   as BEAUTIFUL as   her. she   was no   lady,   sure,   but   stagger   had   spent   all   his  life   amidst   liars   and   thieves   :   finding   someone   who  didn’t   immediately   stick   a   blade   to   his   side   when  he   showed   a   sign   of   frailty   felt OVERWHELMING.  ━━━  the  fake   sheriff   wasn’t   sure   he’d   be   able   to   do  the   same   for   nanih.

 ❝                    ‘tis  goin’   to   sound   pretty damn   ridiculous to  the   likes   of   you,   nanih   dear,              ❞                   stagger   mumbled   through  half-open   lips   before   letting   another   light   cough  fill   the   room   around   them.     ❝                 but   today   might   be   the  bestest   days   of   my   life.            ❞                

[nodriscoll-blog]

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     HE   WISHES   HE   COULD   TELL   HER   SOME       rambunctious  tale  ;            that  he’d  wrestled  a  bear,            killed  a  man  in  a  legendary  duel …            instead,            the  story  isn’t  as  heroic,            not  nearly  as  entertaining.            it’s  merely  that  neither  outlaws  nor  the  law  much  appreciates  those  associated  with  colm  o’driscoll.            so  incidents  happen,            unlucky  run  -  ins  with  either  party         (   and  kieran’s  had  a  lot   )         especially  when  none  of  the  other  “o’driscolls”  really  care  to  help  him.           he     —–     ever  the  fool,            always  the  outsider.            not  really  an  o’driscoll,            really.            it’s  due  to  such  an  incident  that  tired  body  is  now  hunched  over  in  his  seat  opposite  the  woman,            bloody  palm  held  out  for  the  stranger  to  tend  to.            he’d  very  humbly  asked     —–     and  she’d  very  generously  accepted,            taking  an  invisible  weight  off  the  rider’s  shoulders  when  they’d  come  across  each  other  near  a  quiet  stream.            sure  enough  the  sight  of  him  must  have  been  pathetic.            he  doesn’t  mind  that  much,            not  now  ;            she’s  nice,            and  offers  so  much  more  than  he  would  have  expected.            kind  words  too,            something  that’s  become  a  rarity  in  kieran  duffy’s  life  since,            well,            he’s  gotten  a  certain  new  employer.            “   i . . .            thank  you.            again.   ”            words  come  quiet,            soft  southern  drawl,            gaze  rising  to  study  her  face.            “   you  live  alone  here  ?   ”

*   TOUCH MEME  ( caring for them when sick/injured )    /    @wilanli​

[staggeredlee]

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* TOUCH MEME : OPEN

the  palm   of   her   hand   connected   with   the   side   of   his  face. it  was   justified,  lee   tended   to   overstep   his   boundaries,   liked   to   put  others’   to   the   test   for   his   own   sick   amusement.  but   that   act   triggered   within   stagger   lee   a   reaction so IMMEDIATE and VIOLENT that,  were   there   anyone   else   watching   the   scene   unfold   , and   they’d   immediately   know   this   was   an UNGODLY man.  his   right   hand   shoots   out   to   latch   onto   her   jaw, pushing   nanih   up   against   the   wall   behind   her   and  slamming   the   back   of   her   skull   against   the   glassed  window.   there’d   be   a CRACK where  her   cranium   hit. EVIDENCE of  the   real   man   lurking   beneath   the   now  deceased SHERIFF’S badge.       ❝                raise   that   hand  at   me   one   more   time,   woman, i  dare   you.         ❞                    lee’s  usually   overly-excited   tone   had   lowered   into   something similar   to   a GROWL. 

his  affections   were   unwanted,   that   much   had   been  made CLEAR but,  very   much   like   a   troublesome   child,   stagger   lee  liked   to   apply   pressure   until   people   finally SNAPPED …  and   he   always   reacted very  poorly whenever  he   felt   like   the SNAPPING hadn’t  fully   benefited HIM.   ━━━    he  lingered   there.   part   of   him   ached   for   violence.   for  an   excuse   to DESTROY something  like   he   had   in   the   past.   to   burn   cedar   grove  down   to ASHES and  leave   nothing   behind   but   a   story   for   parents   to  tell   their   children   about VERY  BAD   MEN that  easily   hid   amidst   the SHEEP. lee  squeezed   her   cheeks   with   his   calloused   fingers,   eyes watching   full   lips   pucker   up.   perhaps   there’d   be  room   in   that   tale   for BRAVE  WOMEN. but  not   if   they   too   became   wood   for   the BONFIRE.  the  imposter   squinted   his   eyes,   faking   sheepishness.   ❝        you   think   me   throwin’   you   behind   bars’  the   worst   that   can   happen?                  ❞                    lee   shook   his  head   while   clicking   his   tongue,   his   hand   finally  dropping   from   nanih’s   face,   feeling   the URGE he’d  been   met   with   when   she   smacked   him   slowly   fade  back   into   mere   amusement.   stagger   chuckled. 

   ❝           you   really   need   to   start   pickin’  better boyfriends,  baby.                   ❞                

[nodriscoll-blog]

“Stay.”

      “   i . . .       really  think  i  should  be  goin’,            miss.   ”            apologetic  but  honest  smile  cracks  through  worried  lines  after  mind  has  managed  to  process  her  plea         (   one  that  seems  strange  to  him  given  hours  ago  he’d  been  a  mere  stranger   )            young  yet  worn  features  soften,            a  pang  of  guilt  within  his  chest  at  his  own  refusal  after  she’s  been  nothing  but  kind.            albeit  hesitant,            feet  keep  shuffling  towards  the  exit.            “   they  gon’  be  worried  otherwise,            i  mean—–            concerned  ‘cause  i  been …            gone  for  a  while  you  see  ?   ”            unsure  chuckle  passes  dry  lips.            maybe  they  will.            that  is,            there’s  a  chance  they  will.            though  kieran  himself  wouldn’t  bet  on  it.            he  sets  the  hat  held  within  healthy  and  bandaged  hand  back  on  his  head  while  healthy  one  finds  the  door  of  the  small  cabin.            “   you  been  real  kind,            miss.   ”            a  nod  to  further  underline  his  gratefulness  as  injured  hand  is  raised  carefully  to  show  her.            “   would’ve  been  a  struggle  without’cha.   ”  

*     soft  sentences   (  acc.  )     /     @wilanli​

[heartshownarchived]

hc + birth

*     I  did  two  because  of  Carl  &  Judith.

[heartshownarchived]

hc + blood

*     Here  you  go!