#; starfrckled ( ft. mousesack )

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spots to kiss.

@starfrckled​​ : a kiss on the top of the head.

          heart lifts, beats erratic; that usual rhythmic pulse skipping steps as it makes its way through her chest, directly into that of the man holding her shoulders-- she can tell by the way he grips her, or more how he doesn’t; fingers can barely seem to make purchase at the cloak around her, and although his lips upon her crown spreads a warmth in her veins, there’s a sadness growing, too.

     “me lleuad,” the nickname comes, soft, easily; for he was her moon, and she was the winds, brought forth to dance upon the tides his mere presence could ripple, “you should rest your bones. for a time.”

   she could not ask him to stay forever, consider though she might-- “...” no, no, words would not come. instead, druidess lifts her hand, gently placing it over his, careful, mindful of any movement which may put more stress on the joints she could already sense were pained-- tenderly, ragnheiðr pulled his hand from her shoulder, instead pressing a ginger kiss to the digits. “...you are always welcome to stay.”

          yes, perhaps that would suffice.

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more prompts for your feels

@starfrckled​​​ : “  don’t look at me like that.  ” ( mousesack @ ragnheiðr, mhhh these post fall of cintra vibes )

                    “like what?”

                              pity? relief? sympathy? 

          air, like the symbol adorning her suprasternal notch settled comfortably between her clavicles, was in every aspect of her being. in her voice, in her movements, there was a general lightness to her existence, a weightless quality that some who knew less-than might assume to be foolishness. --but she knew the man before her would not think of her in such a way.

          “let me share your pain,” a soft breeze escapes her lips as she speaks, brows knitting in firm tent, “you don’t have to carry it alone.”

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@starfrckled​ ( ft. mousesack! ) hit ♡ | here we go again : angus & julia stone

          “you know what they say about getting older.” there’s a pause as the druidess inhales deep, the wintry air of the isles filling her lungs with a sharp sting; bracing, or so people say when they haven’t had to live on the islands for, well, ever. familiar, perhaps-- but it stings all the same, as it always has. “it's only a doorway away.”

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black sails s1

@starfrckled​ : ❝ Whoever tied this bandage was either blind or drunk. I think both. ❞

               a snort-- quickly followed by a groan, the action sending a shooting pain straight to his chest-- “’re you insultin’ m’handiwork, mousesack?”

      the way his brow furrowed at the druid was short-lived, however, replaced by a trademark grin and gleam to his dark eyes, “ah, might’ve taken a bit of drink, aye. bit t’clean the wound, bit for myself--” the jarl groaned again, his smirk waning only a brief moment, pushing himself up through the pain of the shoddily bandaged wound in his side. “i’ve seen worse come from a rogue knife in a galley-- this is nothing.”