lafaeys

/ them *

/ the hovaic we're causing between these is mhm, crazy how i love seeing him lose control- imagine sev in his place now???? give me the angst, boy 

   ⠀ID:  ⟮ @lafaeys ⟯ 
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀┈┈┈─
            
            *rather, she grips the wooden beam, ignoring the rain sliding down her skin. carefully, she places one foot against the edge of the glass divider between the balconies, testing her balance. slowly, she swings her leg over. for one brief second, she feels victorious. then the world tilts.*    oh, no.    *her breath catches as she steadies herself, fingers tightening around the wood.*    i can definitely make it and face plant after. yes. yes, that sounds exactly like something i would do.    *she mutters to herself, frozen halfway between pride and the very real possibility of humiliating herself in front of him.*

⠀⠀ ⠀ ╱ and he is the last Adam. 

⠀⠀ ⠀ ╱         we are sick. 

⠀⠀ ⠀ ╱          i am sick. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    [ ⠀⠀⠀    wülfric gathered him close, holding him securely as he rose to his feet. he crossed the remaining steps slowly, as though time itself had borrowed his breath and threatened to turn away from him. when he reached the front of the cathedral, he stopped, wiping the tears from both their faces. for the first time, he hesitated. then, he chose not to let go. he would hold him until rowan decided whether he was ready to leave his arms. shame weighed heavily upon him, born from the painful truth he could not bring himself to speak. his mouth opened once, then closed again. there were words that could destroy him rather than save him, and so, for now, he kept them buried. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀   ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ @fyrirs. 

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ [⠀⠀⠀    a shake of his head followed the stuttered steal of his breath. once captured, it was ruined by the glimmer of tears gathering in his eyes. the luminous grey of rowan’s gaze mirrored something painfully familiar, a reflection of a past where the same heartbreak had once belonged to him. the cruel irony was not lost upon him. for this was rowan now, and he himself had once stood in the same place of sorrow. but where there was rowan and wülfric now, there had once been rurik and him. the roles had changed, but the wound remained the same. he crossed the final steps between them, and whatever strength he carried gave way to the tenderness of the pain he saw written across the boy’s face. he knelt before him, reaching up to cradle his cheeks between both hands. hands never meant for gentleness, never shaped for warmth, yet somehow carrying a vastness of humanity he had spent years denying. with the pad of his thumb, he wiped away each tear. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀i love you just as much as i love your ma, my breath. a man of terrible fortune i am, and no amount of apologies can mend the six years of your life i have lost. but it does not mean i was never a part of it. you are a part of my life just as much as anyone else. do you understand me?⠀⠀ ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀his vision blurred, yet he persisted against the ache tightening his jaw. lowering his face, he pressed a kiss to rowan’s forehead before pulling him into his arms. but guilt remained the most relentless point of his destruction. at what point had he allowed the weight of his own selfishness to blind him? there was no answer clear enough to satisfy him, and the deeper he searched within himself, the tighter the knot in his chest became. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀]

@lafaeys 
            
             his   voice   had   grown   so   quiet   it   barely   carried   between   them  .
                  “   ...   except   me  .   ”
                  “   i   can't   remember   the   last   time   you   held   my   hand  .   ”
             he   swallowed   hard  .
             then   looked   back   at   him  .
             eyes   red  .
             cheeks   wet  .
                  “   it's   okay...   if   you   don't   love   me  .   ”
             the   lie   hurt   the   moment   it   left   his   mouth  .
                  “   just...   don't   hurt   ma  .   ”
             his   chin   quivered  .
                  “   i   can't   bear   watching   her   hurt   anymore  .   ”
             he   rubbed   at   his   eyes   again  .
                  “   she   thinks   she'll   never   be   loved  .   ”
                  “   do   you   know   what   that's   like   to   see  ?   ”
             his   little   hands   curled   into   his   sleeves  .
                  “   i   keep   trying   to   make   her   smile  .   ”
                  “   i   tell   her   jokes  .   ”
                  “   i   bring   her   flowers  .   ”
                  “   i   try   really...   really   hard  .   ”
             he   looked   at   his   pa   through   blurred   eyes  .
                  “   but   i'm   just   a   kid  .   ”

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ [⠀⠀⠀    ⠀the edge of sleep still lingered upon him when her voice broke the silence. whatever ease had settled into his limbs vanished almost at once, replaced by a wary stillness. perhaps the veil of the earth truly was beginning to thin at these midnight hours, just as the old scrolls had foretold. with an idle stretch, he rolled one shoulder before glancing toward the strange object secured stubbornly within his grasp. it had not been there when he’d fallen asleep. he was certain of that. yet no amount of shifting his fingers seemed enough to loosen it. pushing the sheets aside, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment, shirtless beneath the pale wash of moonlight as the grandfather clock announced the stroke of midnight. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    you certainly are a woman of bad habit, huh.⠀⠀⠀⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀wülfric rose from the bedside and crossed to the chair near the window. reaching for the dark shirt draped across its back, he pulled it over his head without ever taking his eyes off the curious thing fastened to his bionic forearm. it clung stubbornly to the metal, as though drawn there by some unseen force, refusing to yield no matter how he turned his wrist. his thumb brushed over its surface once, studying it in quiet suspicion before lowering his arm. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀] 
            
                     ⠀what sort of mess did you unleash to have come barging into my private quarters?
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀   ⠀⠀@spellswoven.

so stop acting so nonchalant with me, we both know that isn’t true 

i do miss my home, but i also miss you and me telling stories to each other 

and no, i can’t pretend these are real cows, it’s too weird even for me

@lafaeys  
            
            
            [her eyes closed for a brief moment as she could feel the faint touch of his lips on the corner of her mouth, her pulse rising against the touch of his calloused hand. her breathing stilled for a very second, then she released one soft breath out. her eyes opened once again, searching his face. his deep set of eyes then his lips, her mouth going agape as she was trying to breathe him in.] 
            
            sometimes i forget how you can take my breath away and be my oxygen at the same time…
            
            [as she spoke, the tip of her lips touched his for a fraction of a moment, as her slender fingers found the broad set of his shoulders. her hands fisted the material of his shirt, a small frown appearing between her eyebrows. it was so refreshing to see him out of his uniform and dressed into something more… comfortable. the reality felt as if it was paused on that very moment.] 
            
            so strict wülfric. so very strict, without a moment to catch your breath. 

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀⠀ [⠀⠀⠀    ⠀the cinch curl of his fingers tightened against the fabric of her dress, the unexpected affection catching him entirely off guard. though it did not show upon his expression, his breath stilled for the briefest moment. slowly, one hand freed itself, rising with a restrained exhale before curling around her delicate throat. wülfric kept her there, close enough that there was no room for distance between them. nose to nose, he pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to the corner of her lips, a quiet contradiction to the severity he carried. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    you forget. this side of the hills has no guards. which means.. ⠀⠀⠀     [⠀⠀⠀    ⠀his words lingered unfinished, the faintest trace of amusement settling into his gaze. the old tree sheltered them from the rest of the world, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the quiet stretch of the hills around them. yet even in that rare moment of peace, there remained something dangerous in the way he held her, as though he knew exactly how much freedom he was allowing and how quickly it could disappear. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀⠀ @lykhaos.

/ now i sleep