𝓓EATH'S 𝓢KEIN.

⠀⠀⠀𝓘⠀HAVE⠀A⠀STRONG⠀FOUNDATION,
⠀⠀⠀AND ⠀IT'S ⠀ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, ⠀@STORMVEINED.

[𝓓EATH'S 𝓢KEIN. @deathstringed]

⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀I⠀⠀𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓⠀⠀WHO⠀⠀I⠀⠀WAS,
⠀⠀⠀BEING⠀ALONE⠀FOR⠀SO⠀LONG.
⠀⠀⠀

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|| cackling

[𝐎 。 @graspingvined]

has been real quiet today.

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lurking in the corner. just watching.

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curled up in the corner, silently murmuring to herself.

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oh, no. it's fine.

she's cold, but not in the physical way, he understands? it's the inside kind of cold.

[𝐎 。 @graspingvined]

and the embrace is reciprocated fully by him. he knows she gets chilly often. his cloak might be small but she can have it, if she'd like?

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— of her stomach she has denied for so long.

she breathes against imogen's lips, a luxury, "𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢."

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oh, but what little steadiness laudna had amassed for herself was stolen away in the time they spent away from each other—the horror, the rage, the 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟.

it feels like kissing the sun, or maybe caressing a bolt of lightning, lips and tongue meeting a hunger in the pit —

[☪︎ 𝕽𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐒 𝕭𝐎͟𝐑͟𝐍͟. @stormveined]

her cheeks color, but she is being pulled into a kiss before she can object — something about stutters and awkward, failed pick up lines — which is effective enough in soothing her mind into quiet.

imogen melts, almost putty in laudna’s hands and she sighs against her lips. ⇢

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orym—

she's bending down so she's sat on the ground, wrapping an arm around his frame.

[𝐎 。 @graspingvined]

he is too short to drape his cloak around her shoulders but he can stand very close to her.

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it's cold.

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— spindly fingers cradling the fire of existence, and bends her head down, lips meeting lips. a gentle offering.

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laudna can't put to words how it makes her feel—to be seen in that way. a sweet wonder that is followed closely by the chill of persistent fear.

but this is no day for fear. she's had enough of those already.

"such a smooth talker."

she cradles imogen's chin in her hand, —

[☪︎ 𝕽𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐒 𝕭𝐎͟𝐑͟𝐍͟. @stormveined]

〝 oh –– hush, you. 〞not that she minds . . .

her head tilts into laudna’s touch and she lets her look, though her scars seem to itch in response to the lingering gaze and she refrains from fidgeting. a sigh, wistful. 〝 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 beautiful. 〞

doesn’t she see? there is ⇢

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she feels like screaming, but everything's fine.

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@pelorschampion || 💃💃💃

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— she had once wanted to become, and whatever little girl remains in her wants to please her.

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it makes her uneasy, more than anything, this slick feeling in her blood that comes from somewhere 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 her, that cold place that is the legacy of the very castle she is stepping upon.

laudna suppresses a shiver, and manages a nervous smile instead. this is the lady —

[𝓢IXTH 𝓢TAR. @pelorschampion]

a step closer is taken, so a hand may catch the one rubbing at a clipped ear. she holds her wrist and leans closer, a kiss placed to a sunken cheek and then another, in nigh - reverence, pressed lightly to a gold capped point. »

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|| im gonna

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self-consciously rubbing her ear—

um. thank you, lady de rolo—she thinks.

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𝑜ℎ.

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"only as pretty as your laugh."

her smile widens as laudna pushes a stray strans of hair behind imogen's ear, studying the lines of her face.

she had the sinking feeling that imogen has changed in the time they were separated—and laudna is the same. only darker.

[☪︎ 𝕽𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐒 𝕭𝐎͟𝐑͟𝐍͟. @stormveined]

the bridge of her nose crinkles delightedly and her laugh is a stuttered breath, palms raising to cradle laudna’s face as her head tips back to look at her properly.

〝 your smile is gorgeous, you know. 〞

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( the tempest is really cool, but she feels like she's intruding on a moment!! so she will skitter away. )

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resting her palm against the small of imogen's back so that what little distance between them is closed, a crooked grin on her lips.

"hi."

[☪︎ 𝕽𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐒 𝕭𝐎͟𝐑͟𝐍͟. @stormveined]

a small smile, stepping right up until their hips nearly bump.

fondly, 〝 hi. 〞