#;visage [wylan]

[guntsar]

Tag Drop:

IC

♧ visage

♧ musings

♧ dyn: Wylan/Jesper

♧ VERSE I - six of crows

♧ VERSE II - crooked kingdom

♧ VERSE III - season 1

♧ VERSE IV - season 2

♧ VERSE V - modern

[dcviated]

your affection :: closed

send a symbol to share some affection with my muse

@cloudpools sent: 💅  to  paint  my  muse's  nails. ((I always get confused by who is who in these. So either Nara is getting the best manicure of her life or Wylan is LOL YOU CHOOSE.

If there’s subtext to this scenario it’s best not read into. A careful observation of these two on a good day raises enough brows. When the situation has roles played for effect such as now there are sure to be psychiatrists lining up to get a shot at the man. And woman, for that manner. Is it with a certain level of endearment that Nara pulls the brush along Wylan’s nails? Is there a level of satisfaction in his careful gaze as he keeps his hand held out for her?

He's keeping quiet in a gesture to allow the office woman focus. But his eyes are loud as ever. A simple shift of the actors and one might picture for themselves a peasant kissing the hand and rings of a king. To lord over someone typically so powerful and forthright leaves Wylan with no small amount of smugness. As if their occasional nightly escapade hadn’t already hammered that conclusion in. A projected face of power and confidence turns into something so eager to please.

“God you make this so easy for me, Doe.” Comes the eventual comment, a lazy string of words passing turned lips on a head slightly canted. “Letting me pick the challenge, set the requirements for victory and it all leads to you doing things like this for me.” A hum of consideration. “Have you ever thought about arguing with me? I won't bite. Angrily. I’ve seen how you are at work. Don’t tell me you’re scared of not meeting my expectations. Please. Oh. That tickles.”

A shudder almost has the brush leave the contour of his left ring finger. Callouses and aged scars over his digits paint their own contrast to the mirror polish of light blue that decorates the finger. All this of course a wonderful departure from the spectrum of color that makes up Nara’s visage. Pink flush dares to turn a deeper red as Wylan curls his fingers and his smile. She could make this situation one where she’s dominant, feminizing the confidently masculine individual. But perhaps she knows the risk of challenging Wylan in a game where shame was involved.

Almost as foolish as challenging him in physical prowess, which is how she ended up in this scenario to begin with after all. A test of the mind is where she would come ahead. The mind or in compassion, another surprising trait in which she could exert a level of power over the dodgy man. Indeed, that’s all it takes. A fond grasp of his hand. The strokes of the brush turn tender as her expression softens. Rather than serving him, the picture turns to one of care and affection.

“…you don’t need to be doing all this. I was just kidding on the penalty game thing anyway. Seriously.” And just as quickly, to avoid that sudden onset of vulnerability, Wylan goes the way of evasion. It was to be seen if Nara would take the opening presented to her, however. And capitalize on it.

[clara-maybe-ontheroad]

Current watchlist (July 8th 2023)

Back to Tumblr again after some crazy work weeks in May and traveling to Canada in June so this list needs updating !

Currently watching : Till the End of the Moon (ep 18, I had made posts about trying to resist it, then got too busy anyway, but I was sick for the past few days and here we are and I love it), The Office season 7 (ep 17, it's crazy how this show is so long but I'm still enjoying it, they're like my family now), The Ultimatum France (ep 9, very different from the Queer Love version I also watched recently!), Avatar the Last Airbender season 1 (ep 10, yes it's my first time watching ATLA and it's very fun), Tomorrow (ep 4, this Kdrama about suicide keeps making me question how much I like it or not)

Rewatching : Hometown Cha Cha (ep 12, such a wholesome show that makes me feel wrapped in love) , Gilmore Girls season 1 (another comfort show), Mindhunters season 2 (the opposite of a comfort show, but I'm so frustrated that there isn't a season 3), Fringe season 1 (getting my roommate into a new show !)

Just finished : Shadow and Bones season 2 (still super into it, looking forward to season 3 ! also Jesper x Wylan afbtirhrbrktlykg), The Ultimatum Queer Love (supreme mess of a show, terribly entertaining until the stuff that comes out in the reunion), Love is Blind season 4 (okay I had a reality TV phase)... And I think that's it ? I'm realising I've left a lot of shows on pause

Movies recently watched : Burning Days (4* oppressing Turkish social thriller with good homoeroticism), Je verrai toujours vos visages (5*, everything I wanted out of this French movie about reparative justice and mediation), Hidden Figures (3*, a good time), Us (3* not a good time but fascinating and disturbing, I need to read some analysis of it), M3gan (4* all around a great time of comedic horror) The Fabelmans (2* good, fine, nothing I'll remember much) Women talking (3* some excellent excellent things, others that don't quite land, super interesting and worth watching though)

On pause : Basically all the BL/GL shows, I haven't watched more of Bed Friend (want to start again though), HIStory 3: Trapped (I'm thinking about just abandoning it though), My School President (it's cute but maybe a bit too teenager-y for me), nor GAP The Series (I love Khun Sam but she also really annoys me)

To watch : Triage (just looks like a solid BL) , Drag Race France season 2 (so excited to support our French queens), Oppenheimer (don't know if I'll love everything about it but it seems very visually appealing), Love me if you dare (I tried to watch this TW-drama back when it came out in 2015, I found it boring and dropped it but people keep raving about it)

[languageofsuffering]

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜ from wylan!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀( from this prompt. )

Although it didn't show on the sharp, hardened lines of Kaz's ever-stoic facial features, the statement Wylan made caught him by surprise — not so much the fact that it was Wylan making it, nor that he was bold enough to throw something as sensitive in Kaz's face, but rather the suddenness of it, the unfamiliarity of the words spoken that were being carried through the atmosphere into his eardrums.

Nobody had ever told him anything along those lines ( and why would they? ), and Kaz preferred it that way. He wasn't the sentimental type, not in the slightest, and he liked it when people refrained from trying to get sentimental with him, for they wouldn't get much, if anything at all, in return. Truly, he'd have liked it much better had Wylan just focused on finishing his work on the sketch he'd been tasked to do today, while Kaz described all the valuable details of the building to him, but here he was, saying this, and Kaz's forefinger promptly paused against the large piece of butcher's paper spread out on the round table ahead of them, brows creasing slightly as he gazed at the not fully dry black pen strokes against the smooth white surface, before a trace of amusement flitted across his visage, gone as quickly as it had appeared and he leaned back in his chair, his hand dropping to sit atop the cane resting between his thighs, palm loosely enclosing the silver crow's head.

“ Is that so? ” He asked, cocking his head to the side to face their demo expert, “ And what makes you so certain that I'm not getting exactly what I deserve? ”

[cadcnce-archived]

Sonia not making impulsive decisions? Wylan’s expression may have been dour but hearing her say something so provably ridiculous. She’s spared the callout, for now, but he will make a note to remind her of the first time she kissed him at a later time. It’s ammo for teasing. A beautiful silver bullet (or maybe he’s inflating the value in the midst of simmering dramatics). Besides, it’s not as though she’ll have her own stores for retaliation. Learning languages other than the three under his belt (English, Russian, German) would be cause for light jabs. He wouldn’t mind them.

Sonia, on the other hand, has shown to be more vulnerable to prods at her visage. Both metaphorical and literal. Which is fine and dandy, her words have the sharpest edge however soft they may be delivered. If there was ever a woman that had come into his life and found a way to twist and curve the tip right to his heart, here it was.

“You do it so easily.” What ‘it’ is didn’t matter. It could be any number of things in this conversation to be sure. Disarm him. Make him blush. Make him feel silly. Make him feel small. Make him feel wonderful. Make him feel loved. And it’s the last one that causes the most turmoil in that fractured organ that had accustomed itself so well to loss and rejection. How many times had he manufactured that downfall, to remind himself of what it felt like? And, would he ever need to feel it again? Was that something he could let go of?

Making this turn should be as easy as unclenching his hands. Letting the tension slide from his body. But the mask had chains and threads that had long wound their way around his body. Sometimes that visage felt like a parasite more than it did a way to protect himself. Something that had grown its own conscience. And now Sonia was carefully disassembling that too. How to feel about that? How to… shit. Wylan’s hand leaves the napkin and drags down his face as he laughs.

“Ah- yeah, it should be like that. Shouldn’t it. Haha.” What’s stupider? Getting emotional or trying to stop yourself from getting emotional? It certainly makes the attempted segue into eating some of the burger difficult. But that won’t stop him from doing so anyway. Impulses were just going to be that tonight, and he had a feeling they wouldn’t be stopping upon their return. Fantastic. Great. Wonderful.

Is he happy? This is that solid genuine happiness, right?

“Nine months. Yeah, it has been that hasn’t it. Mmph. I think I probably went a week at most not thinking about you or how I was over you, during that time, y’know. Exactly the kind of thing an idiot does. Or just someone weird, like you said.” He stops then. A glide of the tongue across his lips. “Right. I shouldn’t handle this by putting myself down. I am happy. That it’s working. I. I just. Uh. It’s a clean slate kind of situation, and I’m thinking about how- I don’t know what to do with it? You love me. I love you.” The frustration was starting to become palpable as he found himself going in circles. It’s all something deserving of yet another deflection. Make a flirting pass. Eat something and make a stupid face. Just stop showing yourself.

“I don’t want to lie, but telling the truth at times feels so wrong. Ironic, right? And I’m looking at you right now, and I can tell you’re just … understanding everything and forgiving everything and I’m really not used to that. I’m used to the opposite, really. Where I get people to stop trusting me so they can get something better. And-“ A hand gestures to Sonia. Need he say more? Probably not. Probably yes.

“…give me a bit to catch up with you. If there’s anywhere I plan on running though… from this point on? Pft.” It’s right to you.

It might have been a disarming effect, but unfortunately for Sonia, it worked. They'd been apart for the better part of a year and yet he hadn't forgotten her tendency to care, perhaps even more than a situation needed. He also seemingly hadn't forgotten the curve her lips made when she frowned in worry, her smile turning upside down and drooping, his fingertip tracing over the lines that had formed.

Sonia sucked in a breath. It was good they were in public: it kept her from retaliating the way she wanted, something far more direct than polite conversation over a meal. "It wouldn't be a bad idea," She replied once the server had left. "But conversational Japanese will get you far in my country, even if French and Italian are the two native languages. Most citizens who are middle class and above will have elected to take Japanese language classes. And English, though that is taught in every school. What I've observed with foreigners is that plenty of Novosonians wish to practice their English or Japanese with them."

It could have been worse: he could've been fluent in something mostly unspoken, like Swedish, and then there would be even more to master just to be able to communicate with someone other than Sonia, a few members of her family, and various interpreters. She had what was left of the night to throw caution to the wind before she needed to focus on practicality, or rather facing everyone who thought her to be foolish or completely cracked, depending on the person asked.

Wylan, however, wasn't going to wait until morning. Sonia flinched mid-chew, but she waited until swallowing and setting down what was left of her burger on her plate before speaking. "But you didn't in the end, right?" She asked, wiping her fingers on a cloth napkin. She still preferred the knife and fork, but there was something meaningful about enjoying their meals the same way. Well, she was enjoying it: Wylan's enjoyment had fled, likely right around the time she'd made the decision to impulsively kiss him in a Las Vegas casino.

"You stayed. You could have left if you wanted, and I wouldn't have stopped you, but you stayed," She continued, her burger and wine now temporarily forgotten. Even the aligot would likely congeal at this rate, but none of them were as important as Wylan. Little, she realized, would ever be as important as he was. The problem was: he either didn't see it or didn't find himself worthy of it. "And it's not as if I make impulsive decisions, particularly ones that will greatly affect quite a few lives, as easily as I ordered dinner tonight."

"But I've spent nine months without you: time spent making an attempt at healing, doing everything my family has asked of me and more, and I can't say it's made me feel better. Rather, I felt worse. I've been worse off without you, though I've been reluctant to say that out loud until now." She had to thank the stars for a quiet section of the restaurant and her resolve not to indulge in more alcohol than she needed. For as easy as it was for Sonia to care about others and devote her life to protecting and supporting them, it was just as difficult to open up her own heart, still raw and uncertain, and place every card she had on the table.

"You could lie, you could disappear just as easily as you did last time, but I also know that if I didn't take a chance on us when the opportunity was given that I'd regret it, likely for the rest of my life. You're a newly-former assassin and I'm the crown princess of one of the last absolute monarchies on Earth. Wylan, I don't think anything between us could never not be weird."

She smiled, torn between joy and amusement now. He did the mischievous smirk far better than she did, but that didn't mean she'd stop making an attempt. "I've spent the better part of my twenty-five years trying desperately to be normal, to fit in. Maybe it's time I embrace the fact I don't? And frankly, I don't think there's anyone better to share such a weird life with than the person sitting across from me. All I'd ask is for you to want to try it, at the very least. I won't lie and say it'll be easy: I predict there will be plenty of ugliness in the way. But you, and we, are worth it."

And speaking of being in a Paris restaurant, it would be remiss if she didn't at least finish her drink. Not that she was in any rush, but she took what she thought to be a well-deserved sip. "Anyway, I'd rather be weird, forgive you, choose to trust you, and put myself out of self-imposed misery than the alternative. Perhaps even with a small dessert to top it off, and some rest. I'd wager we both could use that."

[whalefelled]

Wylan Hendriks Tag Drop

CANON: Wylan Hendriks

VISAGE: Wylan Hendriks

MUSINGS: Wylan Hendriks

[starrymused]

And Wylan would be rich. He could take his mother from this place. They could go somewhere warm. He could put her in front of a piano, get her to play, take her somewhere full of bright colors and beautiful sounds. They could go to Novyi Zem. They could go anywhere.

[moonvigil]

wve tags.

[drusjedreg]

💀🫀 ———

[dcviated]

buzzfeed unsolved :: open

@more-than-a-princess sent: "Doesn't that sound great? Wouldn't you like to be haunted by me?" Sonia pls no, though out of the entire meme this is a tame option to send for Wylan.

"Well. Lets think about that." Wylan takes a step back, both literally and figuratively. The figurative considering this much too possible situation (sarcasm). The literal being another pace back while the two navigate the airport. It's a great location to ponder death but then was there ever a good one? No. And it's Sonia. She exists tangential to most every horror trope in existence. And then some. Damn, she probably has created a few with how many scenarios have played through her head.

Case and point...

"There's a lot of fucked up things about me, but I do still prefer a warm body for when I-- ahaha! Hey! Okay!" Wylan can't help but cackle after surely encountering some manner of chastising for broaching that subject in public with entourage nearby. Still, he had to- he had to. The grin persists as he continues. "You'd make a good ghost, nobody's going to deny that. Least of all me. Who wouldn't be honored to have your newly horrifying visage grace their pantry or furniture?"

Wylan's making his own take at a ghostly presence, faces wrenched into a jagged state with teeth protruding and eyes crooked. Hands curl and body leans close. Closer. Closer! After pushing Sonia and bumping her a step he relents and resumes his playful demeanor.

"But it needs to be said. Between the two of us? I'd make a better ghost."

Yeah, those may or may not be fighting words.

[prouvvaire]

haha nya am i right

[sentofight]

"If you want a kiss, all you gotta do is ask." Tease tease tease 4 the Edea.

kiss meme ~ | accepting | @cadcnce

Normally, a quick jab to his side for a comment like that would be her faster reply before she showers him with her ... eloquent and refine speech. Though, Edea was not looking at Wylan, not directly at least, but at the poster behind him. A poster for a play she once watched with both of her parents. That brings back some fond memories ... She couldn’t help but break a little smile to it and probably that master of her though she was smiling at him (or he is using this chance, as always, to get on her skin.)

“--huh? You said something, Master?” she blinked in confusion, trying so hard to recall back his vague words amidst her spacing. He asked her if she needed something .... something .... “--! HEY! Why would I ask you for THAT!?” so much for the serene visage she was having a moment ago. He had to poke at her, as if someone woken up a sleeping volcano. “Don’t be so full of yourself because you have a good looking face. Not every lady will fall for that cheap line.” cue for her usual humph! at him.  “Th-that only c-couples do ... dummy!!”

[cadcnce-archived]

@babelmedicus​ sent: The situation is dire, but her countenance continues to remain impassive as ever. It is never easy to be the bearer of bad news. And even with countless decades of experience under her belt, Kal'tsit recognizes the emotional toll such horrendous news takes upon the family members, the patient, and the medical team treating them. This time is no exception, either. "There is something I must ask you, Operator Zephyr. Regarding your sister, that is." There's no banter between them, nor any indication of annoyance seeping betwixt the medic's lips.

"Are you prepared for the inevitable? For the possibility of your sister never speaking again?"

Zephyr has never felt right around doctors, or nurses, or in medical bays in general. Turning them into a place to jest and be an annoyance (both to himself and to the other staff) was just another mechanism to make it more tolerable to be there. For himself and for his sister. Each of his identities has had that piece in common. Zachary. Wylan. Zephyr. If there was one thing he couldn’t let go of it was mortality and the things that lead to it being cut short. He himself being one of those things. When he was with Ursus. When he fought to survive when on the run. Even now at Rhodes Island. He is death that runs from death. Laughs at death as she slowly traces her hands up his chest towards his neck. Eventually, just like Katelynn, she would start squeezing the life out of him as well.

If it took his sister and left him, wouldn’t that be a deliciously disgusting twist of fate? He wants to laugh at the prospect, as it becomes ever more likely the ‘best outcome’ of the situation. And that tinge of selfishness, that want to survive combats his hopelessness as breath cuts his lungs as he exhales.

Prepared. Possibility. Fucking doctors.

“It’s not my choice. She makes her own, has made her own as far as I’m aware. Do you even care that much? And what does that even matter? What does it change? She’s dying. She’s fucking dying, and it’s going to slowly take away everything she had before it lets her... fucking... go.” His teeth are grit as he bites back a slurry of emotion, a vice trap that bites his heart before it falls past his lips. Sure, there’d be worry of it breaking if it wasn’t a shattered visage of glass to begin with. Each piece reflecting all the things he did wrong, felt wrong, wanted wrong.

“If it was waiting for me to be prepared, it wouldn’t be happening, Kal. So why are you even asking? What would you even do if I wasn’t? What could you do, really? Fuck. I--” There’s a flash of apology on the Liberi’s features as he looks away, a hand dragging down his face to smear the tears that had begun to collect. No matter how he may despise what Kal represents it wouldn’t be right to project that hatred onto her. Even if Katelynn was just one of many other patients at RI, regardless of the assistance she was providing... Kal’tsit was still helping.

“I don’t want to lose her.”

[drusjan]

♰     𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐓     ›     to be deleted  . ♰     𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐓     ›     public service announcement  . ♰     𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐓     ›     promotion  . ♰     𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐓     ›     self promotion  . ♰     𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐓     ›     keeping forever  . ♰     𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     queue  .

♰     𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇     ›     visage  . ♰     𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇     ›     mindset  . ♰     𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇     ›     meta  . ♰     𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇     ›     writings  &  asks  . ♰     𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇     ›     aesthetic  . ♰     𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇     ›     desires  &  romance  .

♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     six of crows  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     crooked kingdom  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     shadow  &  bone  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     king of scars  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     rule of wolves  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     au  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     private  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     tbd  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     harry potter  .

♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     kaz brekker  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     inej ghafa  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     wylan van eck  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     matthias helvar  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     jesper fahey  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     kuwei yul-bo  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     zoya nazyalensky  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     genya safin  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     nikolai lantsov  .

♰     𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏     ›     we  deserve  a  soft  epilogue  .     helnik  .

♰     𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃     ›     if  i  let  you  go ‚    please  always  come  back  . ♰     𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑     ›     two  mourners ‚    no  more  funerals  . ♰     𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐑     ›     if  i  fix  you ‚    would  you  hate  me  ? ♰     𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃     ›     you’ve  healed  more  than  my  wounds ‚     my  heart  too  .

[lawlesswraith]

♰     𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐉  𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑     ›     to be deleted  . ♰     𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐉  𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑     ›     public service announcement  . ♰     𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐉  𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑     ›     promotion  . ♰     𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐉  𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑     ›     self promotion  . ♰     𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐉  𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑     ›     keeping forever  .

♰     𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇     ›     visage  . ♰     𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇     ›     mindset  . ♰     𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇     ›     meta  . ♰     𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇     ›     writings  &  asks  . ♰     𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇     ›     aesthetic  . ♰     𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇     ›     desires  &  romance  .

♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     six of crows  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     crooked kingdom  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     shadow  &  bone  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     king of scars  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     rule of wolves  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     au  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     private  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     tbd  . ♰     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ›     harry potter  .

♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     kaz brekker  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     nina zenik  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     wylan van eck  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     matthias helvar  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     jesper fahey  . ♰     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     ›     kuwei yul-bo  .

♰     𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏     ›     without  armor  or  not  at  all  .     kanej  .

♰     𝐃𝐌𝐉𝐈𝐍     ›     a  girl  who  believes  in  saints  &  a  boy  who  found  magic  .

[dcviated]

Goddesses, she was too much fun. Wylan could suffer a dozen more ruined meals and trashed campsites and still come out the other side feeling like it was a wonderful experience. Her visage. Her struggle. It's enough for him to get addicted on reaction alone.

"No no, of course not. I'm taunting you. There's a difference." Wylan corrects her with a lift of his brow. She's adorable, to boot on where she decides to take offense and where she builds up her walls. The rogue can't decide whether it's further endearing or just disappointing she didn't catch the double entendre of his remark about a stick.

"And I can see that it's a sensitive topic. What's wrong, afraid if you can't convince a guy like me to kneel before you it'll extend to your rule as future queen? That's okay. I'm different, I know. It's nothing personal. Foreign affairs should be easier."

The remark is punctuated by taking another bite of filet off the skewer. He chews contently, then tilts back to her, yielding no ground to her hostility as he soaks in the attention. Gazing into her eyes as he turns the skewer in his hands.

"So.... Did you still want a bite of this? There's still a couple more nice juicy pieces. See this one? Right here. Look."

"The Princess of the Zora does not need to ask in order to be given her dues."

The water shifted, pulling back as it rose up in the form of a picture-perfect wave. Ruto was dragged along with it, upper body visible with her arms crossed over her chest, and it became clear the movement of the water had been her doing when it gently placed her down on the edge of the bank instead of crashing down hard.

Ruto was surprisingly short once she was out of her element, being barely 5'4" - which meant she would have to unfortunately look up if she wanted to meet Wylan's gaze. Of course, the simplest way to deal with that was to simply decide she didn't care about actually seeing eye-to-eye with him; a simple tilt of her chin, a small humph!, and turning so that it was her shoulder facing him made it all very clear just how little he mattered to her.

The act vanished in an instant as she whirled on him, eyes wide and hands curled into fists. "Are you threatening me?" Oh he would regret it if that was the case. "I'll have you know my people adore me. They, unlike you, acknowledge I am their superior."

She also... did not act like such a brat around them, but he didn't have the right to know that.