s0uthernsun

[s0uthernsun]

Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf, featured in The Letters of Vita Sackville West & Virginia Woolf

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royal celebration

Celebrations that didn't involve any foreign delegation were some of Susan's favorite events. For there was always a point in the night when the already unique formality of their kingdom just takes a step towards wildness, and didn't look back. And when there's no neighboring kingdom's dignitary or royalty to impress, or to be wary of—

—when there's no presence, power, or glory to show and maintain, that step was taken quite early.

She adored that step and all that came after to her very marrow.

So, with crown long set aside and slippers abandoned, she threw her head back and laughed, weaving through the steps of the Wolves she danced with and meeting gazes with a Nightingale that had recently joined the musician's melody. Eyes closing, she sank into the beat some dwarves had introduced early in this new melody, and twirling with a hand held out, she trusted that the line of dance to carry her with it.

Last she checked, Peter had finally joined the dancing after his talk with Oreius, Edmund, on the other hand, was slipping away to get some refreshments, and Lucy…

Susan hummed as she opened her eyes and searched amid the moving bodies for her dearest sister.

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 / 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬.

a collection of scenarios & interactions appropriate for period/medieval rp. change pronouns/tenses as needed, specify muse where needed.

[ broken cart ] the sender comes across the receiver, whose cart/wagon has broken down.

[ tavern ] our muses are both visiting a local tavern, where they meet.

[ road companions ] our muses are traveling in the same direction, both on foot, where they meet.

[ by the river ] our muses meet as they are taking a break by the edge of a freshwater river.

[ shelter inn ] our muses are both taking shelter from some untimely weather at a travellers' inn.

[ a dance/celebration ] our muses are attending a dance, and as the partners swap they meet on the dancefloor.

[ festival ] our muses are separately attending an annual community festival hosted in town.

[ royal celebration ] the monarchy has put on a celebration for their people, our muses meet during the festivities.

[ runaway horse ] after being thrown from their spooked horse, sender abruptly meets the receiver as they are tracking down the runaway horse.

[ by the fireside ] sender approaches the receiver on a cold night, drawn in by their fire, in hopes they can share the warmth.

[ disaster strikes ] a lightning storm has hit, our muses have both taken shelter from the dangerous weather inside an abandoned structure.

[ market square ] our muses come into contact whilst attending the same marketplace, or market stall.

[ on fire! ] our muses meet in the chaos of a fire breaking out amongst the houses in the village or town.

[ upon the docks ] our muses are both by the docks; for the ships and/or fishmongers, where they meet.

[ a new servant ] sender, or reciever, is a newly employed servant in or nearby the home of the other muse.

[ that's my horse! ] our muses meet in an argument wherein both believe the stabled horse is theirs. in reality, they have near-identical horses and it's an unintentional misunderstanding.

[ a tournament ] our muses are attending, working as, or participating in a tourney, hosted by the crown or relative nobles.

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Whatever words filled her mouth were instead expressed through the kiss. The deep breath through her nose in almost surprise. The moan that followed. And oh, the surging need to give back in return was fulfilled without delay.

Her fingers tangled with his golden locks and, with blunt nails scraping on his scalp, she wanted him to feel the reality that she was there. She won't shy away and dwell in a fantasy and a wish.

Nipping at his lips, she pulled just enough to say something, only to throw such intent away to return her lips to him. Longing warped into something tempered, and so growled between kisses, "…not a dream."

She broke the kiss to gulp for breath and unwavering before his emerald gaze, "You're awake. I'm here. I'm home."

And oh, the queen declaring, "Yours. Always."

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There was an urge to jest, something about his hair or his visage, or just what he could've done while she was gone.

It left the moment she felt him. His presence, his delight, his…

Just him.

Longing tightened its hold around her heart, and she could only try to relieve it by wrapping her arms around him. Pressing close. Breathing him in. Unable to find the words, a whimper slipped past her lips.

It has been forever.

"I'm here." All she could push out for now. Two words filled with everything she had, with tears springing at the edges of her closed eyes. He deserved more. He deserved all. "Oh, Glorfindel, my love."

His heart wept in joy, and as she tightened her hold on him, he tightened his hold on her. The intensity of emotion crashed into him like a wave, triggered by her words, her tears--they tugged his heart and soul with the drive of impulse and longing. It was not enough, not enough for his poor heart to only hold her like this. Feet dangling ( though it was adorable to picture how tiny she was ) kept his hands occupied in holding her aloft.

Down he went upon his knees, their height differences putting her upon her feet with a few inches above him as he pulled enough away from her to look upon her face in still stunned delight. Long fingers cradled her lovely cheek with painful gentleness, green eyes staring up at her in loving awe. His thumb brushed her tears from the corner of her eye. Oh how much he had missed her.

"Susan," Her very name was spoken in reverence. "if I'm dreaming, do not let me wake." His heart soared then, and he lifted himself enough to crash his mouth to hers. Prince of the Vanyar, he was an ellon born for action, and in this moment, action was his desire as he poured every bit of the time spent apart into kissing her.

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"Missed you." The words were full of affection, even though she looked at his face with still furrowed brows. Her nose twitched as her eyes turned to his forehead, then back down to how she was being carried.

She kissed the tips of her fingers then raised her hand, then pouted when she realized that her limb was too short.

"I want to kiss Dada's scrunchy." She glared, glared, at the space between his brows. "Must shoo-shoo the scrunchy away."

With all short limbs and big blue eyes, she tugged at Caranthir's clothes. She pointed up at his face with her other hand, and her brows furrowed in concentration. "Carry, Dada." (from kid! @s0uthernsun)

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--- He had a reputation to uphold, the terrifying Lord of Thargelion, son of Fëanor, fearsome in his anger and quick to wrath.

But the moment the curly haired child toddled in, all semblance of such intimidating presence melted. The father within him emerged, trying very hard to keep his features from turning into complete mush at the way his heart flipped in love for his little one. Though he stood some seven-odd-feet above her, it was not difficult to bend down and lift her into his arms, smushing his lips against her adorable cheeks.

He vaguely wondered what sort of thoughts flew through the guards heads who stood a few feet away. Surely confusion, and maybe even that would play into his frightening reputation. For all his scowling was turned to smiles. If anything his daughter was the powerful one. It amused him immensely.

"Hello little spider. What have you been up to?"

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There was an urge to jest, something about his hair or his visage, or just what he could've done while she was gone.

It left the moment she felt him. His presence, his delight, his…

Just him.

Longing tightened its hold around her heart, and she could only try to relieve it by wrapping her arms around him. Pressing close. Breathing him in. Unable to find the words, a whimper slipped past her lips.

It has been forever.

"I'm here." All she could push out for now. Two words filled with everything she had, with tears springing at the edges of her closed eyes. He deserved more. He deserved all. "Oh, Glorfindel, my love."

Arms held out and as wide as Susan could, she stood there with a pout.

"Hug." (from @s0uthernsun)

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--- Glorfindel grinned, utter delighted surprise crossing his face at her return. The floor was never crossed so quickly to scoop Susan into his arms, and he held her tight against his chest. Heart thundered in excitement as he buried his face in her hair and just breathed.

Mortal or not, she held him in the palm of her hand, his gentle queen from far off lands. He'd missed her desperately. Yet words escaped for a moment, silence being his herald of joy.

"Meldatari. . . You are home." He whispered into her curls, kissing that skin of hers that he could reach, shuddered longing shared through every loving touch. "It has been forever."

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“Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.” - C.S. Lewis

Indie Susan Pevensie RP | Mun and Muse 21+ | MDNI Personal Interpretation Heavy + Headcanon | Multiverse + Multipara

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