#yourdarkhaven

[thebookofsands]

"You," he gasped as a sudden fire shot through his side. "You can't heal this. You're people aren't capable of it yet." He looked into her eyes, the concern there warming him. "Someone at Haven will help," he lied as well as he could, passing off the distaste he felt at doing so with another wince of pain. There was no one outside of his own race or another of the healing races that could tend to the toxins in these wounds.

Rhee nodded, frowning again. "I'll meet you there, then. After Sima wakes up."

She cupped his cheek gently and kissed him, not caring about his blood staining her lips. 

"I love you," she whispered, resting her forehead on his. "I love you so much."

[thebookofsands]

His fingers gently brushed Rhee's cheek as she slept, moving a stray strand of hair. He winced slightly as he shifted his weight away from his injured side, pressing his free hand to the wound on his side. So good at healing others, so bad at healing himself. He'd already stopped to press a kiss to his baby girls forehead. She'd stirred briefly but not woken. "If I don't make it," he murmured, barely audible, I hope you know how much I loved you both." He stepped away, two drops of blood falling

Frowning, Rhee stirred and opened her eyes. She blinked in confusion and spotted the blood. Her exhaustion suddenly evaporated in her worry.

“What happened!?” she whispered as she shot out of bed, careful not to wake the baby. “Oh my god, I- let me fix this!”

[maldonadonco]

¥ Charlie for Sandra (there)

((haha omg two of you guys did this. I love you.))

The police captain swallowed hard. Her daughter was just... a figment of her imagination? And no one had thought to tell her otherwise? Sandra couldn't believe that to be true... but if it was, she had to step down from her post. Someone suffering that extensive a delusion wasn't fit mentally for her position. Time to hand in her resignation form.

[thebookofsands]

Come Home || Closed

Ren was curled up on her bed, sniffling quietly. She was going to dream about Warrick again, but this time, she was going to force herself to tell him that he wasn't real. He was a figment of her imagination, and she was spending too much time there. That's what her doctor had said. But Warrick was her best friend. The wolf understood her like no one else did, was gentle like no one else was, and it was going to break her heart to speak the truth. She wanted to sever her ties with him and the magical forest he lived in altogether, but she wasn't sure she could do it. Maybe if she told him so, he'd leave of his own accord. 

She closed her eyes and slipped into her dream. She was in her white nightgown and bare feet as always, lightly treading the forest floor. The frail girl spotted her friend but didn't hail him right away, instead content to watch the graceful animal (he was so much more than an animal though), perhaps for the last time. Finally she forced herself to jog over to him.

"Warrick!" she called out, her voice cracking and betraying her emotions (not that she could hide anything from the wolf- he could sense her emotions better than she even knew them herself). Her face was puffy and tear-stained, her eyes were red, and her hair was a mess. It didn't take a dire wolf to be able to understand she was distressed. "Warrick, I- I need to talk to you!"

[rileymcdaniels]

your-dark-haven replied to your post:oh oh oh sudden riley feelings so she’s not a...

lol I actually have a few muses who are always like this in bed. AT least unless they have been with their partners long enough they are both at that point where they can practically telepathically know. But the turn the partner on most game is a fav

:D Yeah! That kind of smut is the only kind I really like to write because it's a lot more character driven than just The Sex so it's more interesting for me to write. I mean, I've read tons of PWP smut in the past so I'm not judging, but from a writing perspective, it's more interesting for me.

I JUST I'm so nervous to write any real smut with Riley because she has many issues related to sex and trust and intimacy and it would be hard for her so I'd want to write it realistically but then that can be a drag and I just want her to have a lovely time, too xD

RP writer problems haha

[thebookofsands]

your-dark-haven replied to your post “So I realized that I had 777 messages in my inbox and got really...”

How the hell do you get 777 messages in your inbox? Also satanically shouting the number of heaven is incredible amusing to me.

//I save them. I've got messages from when I first started RPing on this account. I've also got old M!As and memes I haven't done yet.

[thebookofsands]

My friends know me so well

Me: brb

Kanaan: okay she's gone

Kanaan: let's talk about her

Kanaan: She's so nice

Kanaan: and sweet

Kanaan: your turn

Paxton: and evil

October Winters: I need to hug her till her head pops off

[thebookofsands]

It started innocently, healing a young squirrel that fell from a tree. A wounded stray cat. But she was young, and scared of her gifts, she didn't tell mama or papa when it happened. And things got out of control, she was to sensitive and to powerful, and she knew she would get caught some day. Someday happened to be the week she discovered she could sort of heal more than wounded. The week mama walked in and found her petting the purring, white eyed neighbors cat. The one that died last week.

Rhee came into the room and felt sick to her stomach, but she didn’t show it.

“Hey, Honey. You saying hi to the kitty?”

Behind her back she sent a quick message to James telling him to get there ASAP.