lykhaos

@maneye 
            
            [                   THE RAIN WASHED OVER THE FOREST as frida fell on her knees, eyed shallow and lips dried, tear stains mingling with rain drops. all this centuries, running, fighting, hiding. all for what? for her to feel the same way she did that night, to hear those bloody screams, her kind chocking with their own blood. she was tired, so tired that it made her chest ache and her hands tremble] 
            
            just do it…
            
            [she whispered to him, kneeling, not even daring to look behind herself. it was too painful, it was too much. a gut wrenching scream escaped her throat and it was as if the earth was responding to her, feeling her pain through every membrane of the trees and letting out in a vibration of the ground underneath her knees. blood was on her hands and it was hers, it was from her sisters whom she hold as they took their last breath] 
            
            just kill me and end it all! 

@magicker 
            
            [her eyes lighted up as she heard his question, a smile appearing as the memories flooded the mind. The mountains, music, tradition, the language she hadn’t spoken in centuries, the food the nourished her body and soul.] 
            
            oh you should have seen it my moon. the carpathian mountains on the summer, our weddings, how we always danced after church, our songs. 
            
            [her voice was full of awe as she spoke about her /home/, about her childhood. then she remembered, about the time her mother braided her hair, putting flowers in it for church.] 
            
            it was simply beautiful and we’re pretty funny too. passionate, ambitious. 

@magicker 
            
            classified? 
            
            [frida asked, rising up one eyebrow as she looked at rurik, then at the files that were sitting neatly on the desk of this study. she knew he was hiding something, she could feel it in his voice.] 
            
            iubirea mea. 
            
            [the witch called him so sweetly “my love” in her mother language. the pet name rolled like honey on her tongue, as she took one step closer and rolled her arms around his neck as she got up on her tiptoes.] 
            
            lie to me again and i’ll burn this place around us. 
            
            [she whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek afterwards.] 

&.       hmm,         i’m thinking this could be where she leans about his assassin life.  

@magicker 
            
            [that was the only thing rurik had to say and frida was already running towards their closet, throwing over herself one of his sweaters that reached the middle of her thighs. her steps could be heard in their now quiet house as she ran towards the key holder, with one swift movement grabbing the house and car keys.]
            
            yes it is. 
            
            [the woman heard him speaking to himself, locking the entrance door behind her. she hugged him from behind, the keys in her hand. her lips kissed his shoulder through his shirt, ever so lovingly, like she always did when his back turned to her. 
            only him, only rurik, could make her so happy, so at peace. complain about her cravings then drive for 30 minutes in the middle of the night] 
            
            let’s go my love. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀   [⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀his voice came out rough with sleep. the weight of her head against his chest drew a quiet chuckle from him before he reached up, giving frida’s hair a single absentminded pat. “dangerous woman,” he muttered beneath his breath. with practiced ease, he shifted her aside just enough to climb out of bed. the floorboards groaned beneath his feet. rubbing a hand over his face, rurik reached for the shirt draped across the chair, pulling it over his head with a weary sigh. he stole one look toward the clock glowing on the bedside table. two in the morning. only her. only frida could convince him to leave the warmth of their bed for strawberries in the middle of the night. ⠀⠀⠀⠀   ] ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀you said that the last time too. go. get my keys. i’ll meet you downstairs in the car.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀   [⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀still half asleep, he wandered into the bathroom, splashing cold water over his face before running damp fingers back through his hair. a yawn escaped him as he pulled on his boots and stepped outside. the cool night air bit at his skin, chasing away the last traces of sleep. the porch light spilled across the driveway where the truck waited in silence. rurik shoved his hands into his pockets, watching his breath drift into the night while he waited for her. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ] 
            
            ⠀⠀⠀   is it too late to say i’m having second thoughts?

@magicker  
            
            yes, you know how I am and you still choose me. 
            
            [frida sighed, rolling on her stomach and resting her chin on his chest. her index finger played with the button of his shirt, a small pout on her lips. she wanted some strawberries, the closest 24/7 store was a 30 minutes drive from their house and she didn’t felt like driving.] 
            
            please. just this one time. then i promise i won’t wake you up at 2 am to buy me strawberries. 

5mins. 

i’ll give you the curtsy of 10 mins. 

??

/  and on wülfric pls 

/   sauce it here 

@SUNSWALLOWING 
            
            
                       the hell did I do now? 
            
            
            [ frida mumbled as she lifted up her arms, a frown appearing between her dark eyebrows, looking at him confused. the witch grew way to accustomed to the sight of having a gun pointed at her. mortals were so predictable, so boring. they should at least come to something new, something interesting. the redhead flicked her hand, elegantly as if she was orchestrating, the weapon in the officer’s hand moving sideways.] 
            
            please leave. i’m not in the mood of a fight. 
            
            [her voice was /bored/, her face unimpressed. it was a waste of time, for the both of them and she knew he had better things to do rather than play hit or miss with frida.] 
            
            it’s going to be just a waste of bullets, so just leave. 

@ghostof45 / tbh, idk why that does happen, i think that notification is because me and many other creator have been tagged multiple times on scam messages and we reported them all, just be safe out here 

/    i’ve been getting hit with the “don’t click suspicious links” notification each time i open my messages.. just to see nothing. doesn’t help that everyone’s bio and display names are gone..

@lykhaos I know,its ridiculous,like what are they expecting to get other than getting banned?

@ERR0RS  
            
            oh my stars you’re clueless. those are runes, probably someone engraved it on a tree to don’t get lost. it means right. 
            
            [frida sighed, slightly shaking her head at his question as she stepped further into the forest, her steps carefully trying not to step on a bear trap, again.] 
            
            zero survival instincts. 

@magicker  
            
            yes, my /husband/? 
            
            [frida asked, as a little mischievous smile appeared on her face. she knew very well what she was doing, how much he hated that song and how she played it whenever she was pissed at him.] 
            
            oh, i’m sorry my dearest, i didn’t realized how obnoxious i was. 
            
            [and still, frida didn’t turned off that damn radio.]