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She thought she could make it down to the tiny hatch in the floor unnoticed, however, she did not see the man lying in the corner watching the calm waves of the sea. He spotted her, her platinum blonde hair caught the sun quite brightly that it caught his eye and tore his attention away from the vast blue beauty. This was not too uncommon, those barbarians called men often liked to invite the fairer sex for reasons he did not wish to know about, nor cared, he was a shipmate after all, he left the finer details to the captain.

As she crawled in a hurried way, he cleared his throat to get her attention, she froze, as still as a little girl's doll in a playhouse. He pushed the crate away, wanting to get a better look at her and to lead her back to the human quarters of the ship. Humans weren't allowed where giants roamed, for good reason, they shouldn't need to worry about stepping on one while they are doing the necessary tasks one must do to keep the ship maintained and running.

When she heard the scraping of the cart on the wooden floor, she booked it, she felt as if her heart was pounding faster than even her message dove. Becoming so desperate and so afraid, she was beginning to feel somewhat faint, it was all too overwhelming, first being captured and tied up in a cell, to seeing myths come to life. The Mountain Children, that is what her village called the ones who towered over the tallest trees and often described as monstrous, fat, with one eye that served the evil that once threatened mankind. Still, she ran, and she heard his booming voice that held a tone of annoyance and confusion. The floor began to quake, and she lost her footing and fell face first onto the smooth wood, she curled up in fear as a large shadow loomed over her, everything began to blur, sounds began to become muffled as she was losing consciousness, she felt something wrap around her and felt herself being lifted up before darkness took her completely.

Haihai! I recently got a new program for digital art, so this one is a bit of a test run, so sorry if it looks wonky! `(*>﹏<*)′

But this one is also part of my story, there's going to be quite a bit of pirates in it, so I suppose it's another sneak peek? I'm still working out the world, how it works, and trying to make it the best I can!

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Even if they wanted to do metaphors, I'd be fine with that. Cause it could be a metaphor throughout the WHOLE media, but they squander it by not utilizing size difference

G/t Shouldn’t Be This Niche

It’s disheartening how society seems to have quietly decided to overlook us.

Because it’s not like people don’t feel something when they see size-difference media. Play any clip where Big is tender with Small, and the Warm Fuzzies™ hit instantly. I saw it just the other day while watching The Iron Giant with my class. All I had to do was look around the room—that “you have no idea the violence it took to become this gentle” energy resonates with people. Deeply.

The problem is how rare that kind of content is. And when it does show up, it’s usually not made for us. It’s tailored to a broader audience, missing the heart of what makes the dynamic so delicious.

It’s kind of like this:

Even the classics—Gulliver’s Travels, Jack and the Beanstalk, The Borrowers—are steeped in metaphor and moralism. They’re more about representing abstract concepts than exploring the wonder of size itself.

There’s such an untapped market here. Imagine if mainstream media embraced size difference purely for size difference. No allegory. No subtext. Just the scale, the intimacy, the gentleness, the awe.

What a world that would be.

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lo encontró en el suelo

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Cece still can't believe they're dating :)

COMIC BASED ON THE MOVIE NIGHT DABBLE FROM @okminer07

Sorry I haven't uploaded in forever 😔😭 I low-key forgot abt my Tumblr acc

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"A winged... Human? No... She something that only adorns the form, but for what reason?"

An event that changes the course of history in a war for the survival of the human race, and for the good of all creatures of wisdom and reason.

I wanted to do something quite different in terms of coloring and lighting, hope it's okay!

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Witnessed @guy-agaric's wee little cuttlefish Gale and I needed to draw him 😭 He's so teeny tiny oughgogughggou

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squish

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Omg is this g/t romance 😦⁉️

( It is )

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крылышки как витражик

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bunk bed for borrowers

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BG3 Character Bio:

Name: Freya

Age: 26

Race: borrower

Gender: cis female

Sexuality: pansexual

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 4 inches/10 centimeters

Occupation: Herbalist

Class: Ranger

Skills: Medicine making, stealth, long range combat, nature proficiency

Backstory: The only Child to Su and Emir, she had learned apothecary and borrowing through them up until she was 13 when larger beings found her colony and captured or killed them. Since then she lived with her Uncle Eskel and cousin Kestrel. Although she was the elder's niece, she got in trouble for her reckless behavior when borrowing, which became the reason why she never became an official scout for her colony. However, that never stopped her from leaving the colony to find stuff for her cousin.

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Dont tempt me darling. Lol

can someone please draw/write god gale god sized with tav in his hands before i lose my mind

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Ooooh I can't wait for the next part

The Smallest Survivor

Baldur’s Gate 3 GT

Brielle, a borrower from Baldur's Gate, is unexpectedly thrust into an unfamiliar territory after being abducted by mindflayers. Struggling to survive without her usual city skills, she must rely on resourcefulness to navigate the wild. As she faces hunger, fear, and the discovery of a vampire, Brielle's journey becomes one of self-reliance and courage in a world far larger than she ever imagined.

She stumbled throught the forest which was unfamiliar to her in every element. The trees, foliage and practically anything else towered over her at her unintimidating height of three inches tall. She was a city borrower, certainly not one familiar with nature. Her rougish nature was usually an asset in Baldur’s Gate. Slipping unnoticed in people’s homes and unsuspecting traveler’s packs. But now, her class felt as worthless and pathetic as she did right now. What she would give to be a druid in this moment.

Brielle sighs, climbing over yet another log in her way. Her limbs shake with exhaustion now after hours of escaping the strange ship that has kidnapped her from her home.

She remembers how she’d been hidden under a merchant’s table when the screaming and stampede of footsteps had begun. The ground had trembled with all of the massive beings running for their lives until she saw a red light pass over them and they had disappeared. Her face had gone pale and she immediately tried to run. But her legs had been too short and before she knew it she was trapped.

Once she’d taken in her surroundings she realized she was trapped in a pod of some sort. The air had smelt awful, ripe with the scent of rot and blood. She gagged covering her nose until the smell had no longer been so revolting. Looking around she saw a few gaps she could squeeze through in her prison. Apparently, her kidnappers hadn’t expected a borrower in their midst. With ease, she crawled through the gap and found herself surrounded by other pods. But their occupants hadn’t been so lucky.

She watched as a lavender, fleshy alien with tentacles stood before a pale, white-haired elf. The alien she realized was a mindflayer. She remembered stories from her childhood about them. How they devoured borrowers whole with no mercy. A race to be more feared than even vampires. A shiver ran down her spine and she pitied the elf who was at the mercy of this flayer.

As much as she wanted to run and turn away she couldn’t. She watched as the flayer placed a long-fingered hand upon the elf’s face, holding it steady as he brought a squirming creature no bigger than his thumb to the elf’s eye. Her stomach dropped as the creature wriggled it’s way into the elf’s eyelid. And then it was gone.

The flayer let go of the elf and stepped back to shut the pod. Brielle hid as he returned to a table in the center of the room and reached in to grab another one of those strange, squirming creatures. She’d seen enough though and knew she had to find a way out. That was until the entire room started to shake. She flipped onto her side when the turbulence was too much. Her hands searched for something to grab onto but failed when the entire room flipped. She couldn’t help but scream when she was sent flying through the air. She hit a solid surface, cutting her scream short as the air was knocked from her lungs. She rubbed her aching head feeling the knot already forming. Opening her eyes she found herself to be plastered to the glass of one of the pods. And staring right back at her was the elf from earlier.

She immediately noticed his red eyes and breathtaking profile. His expression looked panicked yet curious as she looked upon him. She had fallen right before his face and she wondered if he’d even seen on of her kind before. Brielle shakily picked herself up and got to her feet. Maybe she could find a button or something to help free this poor guy. She slid off the glass of the pod and landed on the ground. Where would she even go to help? She didn’t have a clue where to look. A loud thump grabbed her attention. She spun around to see the elf pointing towards a table. Her heart knocked in her hest from the intimidating angle she had of the giant. Her neck ached from the angle she had to hold to to even look at his face. She ran towards the table he gestured to. She assumed it was some kind of control center judging by the contraptions and pair of buttons upon it. She climbed to the top and studied them. She hesitated pressing them. What if she let him escape and he tried to kidnap her? She was a borrower after all. Giants loved to get their hands on her kind for all sorts of reasons. But then again what kind of person could she be to let all these people possibly die becasue of her cowardness?

She let out a breath and pressed the button. And then she sprinted to safety.

And now after the ship had crashed and she’d survived in whatever miraculos way she was essentially stranded. She gave it a few days until she died honeslty. She had absoluety zero survivial skills in the wild. Proven just by her lack of food in the last day. She had no idea how to forage and what was safe to eat. Neither did she feel right killing an animal to sate her own appetite. She preferred to stay away from meats of all sorts. The sky began to darken and she thought well to call it a day and find somewhere to settle. It wasn’t hard to find a nook in a tree where she could curl up and sleep. She did just that. Despite the ache in her stomach, as soon as her head hit the ground she was asleep.

Tremors stirred her from her rest. Her eyes blinked open as they became closer and closer. She rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes and came to stand. The sky was still dark so who in the world would be prowling at this time of night in the middle of the woods? From the pattern of the footfalls she gathered whoever it was had to be a bi-pedal. She creeped out from her nook and peeked around to see who was disturbing her much needed rest. But she didn’t see anyone, maybe they were behind her tree. She circled around, keeping to the shadows. A loud, ear-spillting squeal broke her from her thoughts. She had absolutely no clue what could make that noise but she ran back for her hiding place. The squeal stopped and the silence that followed was even worse. Her heart pounded in her chest, blood rushing in her ears. She longed for her home back in the city. Her warm bed and supply of food. Not this.

The tremors of the earth returned and became closer than they had before, nearly knocking her off her feet. She crouched down and tried to slow her heartrate. Some creatures she knew could hear pulses. The source of the tremors became apparent when a pair of boots came into sight. Her eyes followed the path of the person’s legs, torso and finally their face. She couldn’t suppress the gasp of surprise of the familiar face. It was the same elf from the ship. She couldn’t help the feeling of relief of seeing him alive. At least her actions had saved his life. But the question was why was he wandering this late at night? Shouldn’t he be asleep or at least made a shelter of some sort. And why hadn’t he ran at the sound of those awful squeals? But with a jolt of realization she feared that maybe he had been the source of the awful noises.

She backed up into the shelter of the tree. Her back came to rest against the gnarled roots. The hope she’d felt at first seeing the familiar face was gone and all he wished now is that he’d leave. Her night got even worse however when his boots stopped right in front of her tree. There was no point in controlling her pulse now. She hoped he couldn’t hear it or her rapid breaths. Times like this she absolutely hated being so tiny. She barely reached this male’s ankle. The only thing she had in her favor was her ability to be undetected.

“Astarion, what are you doing out here?” A male voice asked from somewhere nearby.

She let out a breath as the elf named Astarion stepped away, each footfall sending a tremor through the ground.

“Really Gale, do you have to be such a busybody?”

It was the first time she’d actually heard his voice she realized. Despite her fear, she felt her stomach flipping at the smug tone he used. Almost honeyed if the person speaking didn’t make her fear for her life.

Before she could catch the other man, Gale’s reply the two males walked off into the night leaving her alone at last.

With that, her eyes slipped shut and slipped into blissful unconsciouness.

A day later and she still hadn’t eaten anything. Her stomach ached with its emptiness. The pain brought her back to her painful childhood…

She searched the barren streets. Darkness covered the cobblestone that usually bustled with the townspeople. Only the occasional squeak of a rat or scuffle of feet sounded in the chilly night air. Brielle’s stomach ached with such ferocity the pains sent her stumbling to her knees. It had been days now since her parents had disappeared. They were only supposed to be gone for a night and back the next morning. Brielle knew that when they hadn’t returned by sundown the next day that they weren’t coming back. Such is the life of borrowers. But the probability of their disappearance hadn’t made the ache in her heart any less. She had no clue how to forage for her own supplies. Her parents had promised they would teach her on her upcoming birthday when she reached nine.

She shook her head to rid herself of the depressing thoughts. She was older now, a twenty-three year old grown woman. She didn’t need her parents as much as she had back then. She could take care of herself.

Her mind raced with a plan to keep her alive.

And that’s when she heard voices. Giant voices.

Suddenly she had an idea.

She waited until dark before setting out on her mission. All she needed was to grab some food, a weapon of some sorts and figure out where the hell she was. She could do that.

For hours she studied the campers of the group. There seemed to be six, and judging by there only being six tents she appeared the count was correct. Three women and three men. The women’s group consisted of a githanki, a tiefling and a elf. Then the men. Two of them she knew already. And the other was a tiefling male as well, or at least he had horns. She watched as they all went into their respective tents and lights went out as each one fell asleep. She’d become a pro at “borrowing”. She smiled at the name her species called themselves. Obviously they didn’t borrow anything since they never returned it. She was a thief by nature. She went into Gale’s tent first as he seemed to be the most put together of the group. As she snuck into his tent she searched the inside and immediately found his rations. She took a small amount that would go unnoticed and ducked out managing to skirt around his massive form under his blanket.

Each tent she found what she needed until she was missing a weapon and a few scraps of fabric. She’d been through all the tents except one.

Astarion’s.

Honestly she’d been hoping that she would’ve found everything she needed by now. A part of her said to just leave it be and try to see if any other groups around. But she didn’t have time to wait around and use all her supplies while she waited for more. Before she could talk herself out of it she ducked inside.

The first thing she noticed was the finery of everything he owned, and how neat it was arranged. The second thing she noticed was how he didn’t appear to be anywhere in his tent. She hurried then knowing he could be back anytime soon. A knapsack laid open on its side, the inside dark rough she couldn’t see what was within. Brielle climbed in, being mindful to watch for anything sharp that could be hiding. To her relief she found a handkerchief, stained but usable and certainly better than her ragged clothes she wore now. She didn’t even know how bad she smelled since she couldn’t get the scent of earth out of her nose. She sniffed the air just then and noted a whiff of iron. Strange, she thought for a moment. The same scent she recalled in Baldur’s Gate in the lower city near the Szarr Palace. Her blood turned to ice in her veins.

That smell.

Vampires.

She scrambled out of the bag, frantically searching the tent for an exit and just now noticing the empty, crimson-stained jars. Holy hell, Astarion was a vampire.

“Shit.” She cursed, gathering the handkerchief and stuffing the scrap into her bag. She needed to leave now.

How had she not noticed the signs before? Creeping in the darkness, red eyes, avoiding sunlight! God he was the perfect example of a bloodsucker! His looks certainly made him desirable enough to gather prey. Borrowers were prepared at such a young age to know the telltale signs of vampires. It was something her parents had instilled into her even before she reached the age of nine, before she could even borrow on her own!

Brielle made it right to the flap of his tent when a booted foot planted itself right before her.

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“Have you ever been kissed?”

“Not since I last checked. Haven’t gone lookin’ fer it.”

“… Would you mind if I gave you something, then?”

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Why have I been missing your fics!!!!

Mice Among Beasts Pt 5

Taglist: @astarioffsimpmain

Warm. She felt warm. Her mind buzzed as it slowly awoke. Willow went to push herself up, only for a wave of nausea to hit her. She fell back, groaning. Wha-what happened? What’s going on?  

Slower than before, she forced herself upright, feeling something sliding off her front. Her head lulled for a moment before she cracked open her eyes. She was on top of a plush surface, so soft that she was sinking into it. Covering her legs was a crude-looking grey blanket.  

Her eyes widened as she felt bile rising in her throat. She turned and vomited. Wiping off her mouth and gasping for breath, she looked up and gawked at her surroundings. She seemed to be… underground? The walls were stone yet had considerable amounts of greenery growing on them. Odd glowing bunches of roots hung from the ceiling and all sorts of bottles and jars lay upon carved-out shelves in the stone. A few pieces of crude furniture were scattered about, bigfolk furniture.  

Willow’s heart nearly stopped. She began backpedaling away from the sight only to feel a sharp pain from her chest. Her panic only grew when she looked down and saw her torso sloppily wrapped up in bandages. She raised a trembling hand and laid it over them, wincing as it stung.  

Where- what is this?   

She suddenly froze when she felt the sensation of eyes upon her. Turning around, she gasped. A bird, blue and three times her size was perched above her in a small alcove. Willow attempted to stand up and run only for her weak limbs to collapse beneath her. The bird suddenly began flapping its wings, chirping madly.  

The breeze from its wings hit her as it took off and disappeared through an opening in the stone, like a doorway. She stared after it, still poised and ready for an attack. Strange. Birds usually jumped at the opportunity to make a quick meal out of her kind. Why did this one flee? 

She shook her head. Never mind that, she should just be grateful that it didn’t attack. There was a lot more to worry about now, like where was she and how she had gotten there? Why was she all bandaged up? Her eyes widened…. Where was Belle?   

Oh gods, oh gods! She whipped her head around, hoping her sister was nearby and she had simply missed her. There was no sign of her. What if that bird- no, no. She sprung to her feet, struggling to find footing as her feet sunk into the plush thing she was standing on.  

“Belle!” she hissed, still peering around the room, “Belle!”   

Her stomach churned as she looked over all the bigfolk furniture. What if… what if they had gotten her, gotten her like…  

A noise broke the silence. Footfalls. Loud, thunderous footfalls that echoed all around her. They were growing louder by the second. She went to reach for her knife only to look down and see she had been stripped of all her possessions, having nothing other than her clothes. She was defenseless.   

The footfalls were growing louder and she could sense the presence of a massive being coming her way. Without a second to spare, she hurried back under the blanket, pulling it over her head. It may have been a pathetic display, but what other choice did she have in so little time? Maybe whatever it was would leave her be, or better yet, not notice her; big folk did have an uncanny ability to not notice what was sometimes right in front of them.  

She heard it enter and then stop. It breathed in deeply, sounding out of breath before the footfalls continued. Willow’s form was shaken by the sheer force of its approach. She held as still as possible as she felt its presence loom over her.  

Go away. Just go, and leave me be.  

Inside the confines of her blanket, she saw the shadow of something descending upon her. That something looked to be a hand, one bigger than she had ever seen before, with fingers both taller and thicker than her entire self. She tensed as something, most likely a finger, poked her rather forcefully.  

The small murmur of fear had left her mouth before she could stop it, and it held suspended in the air as everything else fell silent. Stop hiding, coward!  

In a flash, she rolled over and kicked out. Her foot connected with something dense followed by a deep, startled gasp. She threw the blanket off and got to her feet with her clenched fists raised. Her blood ran cold.   

Standing over her, casting an unnerving shadow down upon her, was probably the largest big folk she had ever seen. It was clearly a he, though the bulging pecs could have fooled her. Big, meaty arms sprung out from beneath shoulder pads made of leaves and was causing the leather bands wrapped around them much strain. Long, messy, brown hair that fell to his broad shoulders was pulled back, not obscuring his face in the slightest. Waving segments of red face paint adorned one side, while the other had several scars slashed across it. Every inch of this man seemed capable of snapping her in two or crushing her till she was nothing more than minced meat.     

She faltered, backing away but still staring right back into the man’s own piercing gaze. As she had begun to retreat away, the man suddenly lurched forward.  

Willow froze, jaw clenched as she worked to keep her composure. To her dismay, the man seemed to notice, his eyes widening.  

He took a step back and cautiously raised his hands in what seemed to be an attempt at a nonthreatening gesture, “It’s okay. There’s no need to be afraid.”   

Her glare deepened as her hands clenched even tighter.   

The man stared for a moment before letting out a sigh. He slowly lowered himself down to a kneel, Willow struggled to keep her balance as his knee hit the floor, “How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?”  

She raised a brow, “What’s it matter to you?”  

His eyes widened at her remark, “Your… your injuries were quite severe. It’s nothing less than a blessing from the Oakfather that you’re alive.”  

She paused. Oakfather? What reason would a bigfolk know about one of her people’s gods? His worship was reserved for those who truly knew what it meant to be in nature, not blundering, city-lovers.  

“Who are you?”  

She flinched as the man let out a short chuckle, “Forgive me. I should have expected you wouldn’t recognize me.”  

Willow narrowed her eyes, “Recognize you? Am I supposed to know who you are?”  

He slowly stood back up, his shadow falling back over her. It took all of her willpower to remain still, “I’d tell you, but I feel you won’t believe me. So, best I show you instead.” He backed away a few paces, putting a good distance between the two of them.   

Her brow furrowed as he got down on all fours. The fuck is-  

The room filled with light as a yellow glow surrounded the man. His eyes lit up with the same glow before the rest of him disappeared into the yellow light. She shielded her eyes as the light grew brighter until it exploded outwards, disappearing as soon as it had arrived.   

There was no sign of the man. Instead, where he had stood was a bear. A great brown bear with piercing yet disturbingly familiar eyes.  

Willow inhaled sharply, looking the creature up and down. It lumbered towards her, tilting its head with a sort of expectancy. She stared, eyes flicking over each of its features, all of which were quite familiar to her.  

“Teddy?”  

The bear let out a soft snort, like a chuckle before lowering its head and backing away. It closed its eyes and in an instant, the yellow light reappeared. The furry mass disappeared into it and the light this time seemed to pool together in the center, illuminating a growing silhouetted figure.  

The towering man reappeared, shaking his head clear before opening his eyes, and smiling down at Willow. She stared back, mouth ajar, “You… you’re…”   

She flinched as the man strode back towards her, causing him to freeze, “As I said, I do not think you would have believed me through words alone.”  

She lowered her fists, shaking her head in an attempt to clear her confusion, “So… so that whole time in the cell, that was you?”  

He nodded.  

Willow’s eyes hardened, “And you didn’t reveal yourself cause what? Were you trying to make a fool out of me? Enjoyed the upper hand?” That's what bigfolk loved indeed, having the upper hand against others. It seemed that’s what they spent their whole life doing, trying to have power over the most people as possible.  

The man’s eyes widened and his smile instantly fell, “No, No, of course not. Forgive me. My intention wasn’t to deceive.” She raised a brow, silently demanding more of an explanation, “It… was safer if they didn’t know who I was or that I hadn’t eaten you.”  

“And who exactly are you?”   

She recoiled as he suddenly fell to his knee and bowed his head, “Halsin, arch-druid to the grove.”  

Her eyes widened. A druid? She thought that these days there were none left, Thought the pull of the city had driven all bigfolk away from the forests.  

“Grove?”  

He raised his head, “Where we are now. My home.”  

“And… you said arch-druid. Does that mean there are more of you?”  

“Oh yes. Plenty of others.”  

Her face paled. More bigfolk?  

Halsin must have noticed her tense, “I can assure you, no one here means you any harm and no harm will come to you here.”  

She scrutinized his face, looking for any trace of insincerity. She could find none.  

Her eyes widened as she suddenly remembered, “Belle. Where’s my sister? What have you-” 

“I can assure you, she’s perfectly safe.”   

In a hovel full of big folk, she doubted it.  

“She was at your side not long ago.” his face fell, “She… When I found her, she wouldn't let go of you. Tried to stop the bleeding herself, trying to fend me off all the while.”  

Willow’s stomach lurched as she imagined the scene, imagining what her sister had to see, “Where is she?”  

She backed away as Halsin brought his hand forward, fingers thicker and taller than her entire form. He laid it down next to her, palm up, “I’ll take you to her” his eyes flicked down to her bandaged up torso, “If, that is, you’re feeling up to it.”  

She stared down at the open hand, clutching at her chest. He… he was offering to carry her? Her? In the hand of a bigfolk? Her life literally in their hands? She looked up at Halsin who gave her a reassuring smirk.   

Belle, think about Belle, she told herself. She gulped before taking a tentative step towards the hand. It remained still, awaiting her. She inched her way forward till she was standing right before it. 

Taking a deep breath and sparing another glance up at the druid, she leaned forward and laid her hands down on the calloused flesh. The muscle beneath her twitched and Willow felt a chill trickle down her spine. She slowly pressed on, pulling her legs up and into the palm, her knees sinking into it.   

With stiff movements, she situated herself in the very center. Her stomach was all tied up in knots, seeing the pillar like fingers stretched before her and the intricate detailings of his hand. What was most unnerving was the fact that she could feel his pulse beneath her, feel his breathing rumble through his body.  

“Comfortable?” Her mind screamed no while her head nodded.  

The hand beneath her gave a great lurch before beginning to rise. Willow’s stomach dropped and was left behind as she was raised. She dug her fingers into the hand, trying to hold onto something as the world rapidly shifted around her.  

It finally stopped and she let out a breath of air, bracing herself for the druid to start moving. They remained still. She peered over her shoulder and let out a short gasp.  

The druid’s face covered her entire vision, his hand inches away from it. His green eyes were entirely focused on her, boring into her with such intensity it made her heart murmur. Her face paled at the sight of his mouth, his lips slightly parted and just barely revealing teeth bigger than her hands. The air that escaped his nose blow past her, like a soft, summer breeze.

She backpedaled away, shooting a glare right back at him. Whatever had come over him seemed to fade away and he snapped back to the present. He cleared his throat, “Right, hold on.” 

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Struggling to finish anything right now tbh AND THIS HAND MADE ME WANNA THROW THINGS