#━ ♔ Dear Forgiveness; I saved a plate for you. / quit milling around the yard and come inside. ━ DUSTFINGER&MORRO: mourrow

[quillheel]

TAGS MASTERPOST. ━ below the cut is a master post of all main & relationship tags used across blogs. all MAIN tags are used the same regardless of blog. all dynamic tags are sorted based on blog and URL. this will be updated with any new tags made. dynamic tags' urls and muses will be adjusted as noticed/requested, but it's very likely I won't notice all of them! if you see something, say something!

MAIN TAGS.

━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.

━ ♔ love will cut you & ask you to carry on singing : musing.

━ ♔ blooming forth in every color : prompts.

━ ♔ your slightly mad sea-captain : ooc.

━ ♔ to jump from anywhere & make it home : threads.

━ ♔ eyes roll away like hard green chestnuts : visage.

━ ♔ wanting like flesh knitting over a wound : xxx.

━ ♔ til there’s nothing left to love but yourself : promos.

━ ♔ on such longing i couldn’t spit out : shipping.

━ ♔ shielding your eyes from the bright noon-light : studies.

━ ♔ ass-to-speech can’t save you now : crack.

━ ♔ the new green of spring is shimmering : dash.

━ ♔ the world grows green again when you smile : games.

━ ♔ watch me hold them to the light : saved.

━ ♔ the sun has made them warm : wishlist.

━ ♔ messengers and heralds of the extraordinary : important.

━ ♔ & hunt something you have a hope of killing : psa.

━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.

DYNAMIC TAGS: QUILLHEEL.

�� ♔ And it all falls into frame; close enough to see / the blue rings of my eyes as I say / something ugly. ━ JEAN&HARRY: playedbetter

━ ♔ Am I still waiting like a / lamb to the slaughter / does your God believe in you? ━ AKARI&VOLO: ofeggies ━ ♔ Why must this happen? why must this be? I dream of space & time and wake up in 2D ━ MONIKA&NATSUKI: ofeggies ━ ♔ A mannequin adrift at sea / I think perhaps things might be better off this way ━ CHARA&ASRIEL: ofeggies ━ ♔ Slim to none: but not so slim you've got to slip between the cracks. So come back: come back. ━ WHEATLEY&CHELL: ofeggies

━ ♔ Legally gray but sweet with the phrasing / Feet in the grave; but gleefully trading ;; Feeding the cravings ━ SPAMTON&ADA: tendercoded ━ ♔ We know what we are but not what we may be. && If music be the food of love; play on ━ ROUXLS&DANDELION: manebloom

━ ♔ Dear Forgiveness; I saved a plate for you. / quit milling around the yard and come inside. ━ DUSTFINGER&MORRO: mourrow ━ ♔ It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest / with this heart of mine that's guilty not remorseful. ━ FRISK&CHARA: intodreams ━ ♔ And the rising tide is blasphemy in the softest second sense ━ ANN&MORTY: sweetcst ━ ♔ Can you make it stop? I don't want to: are you sure? I can’t/I won’t: a ritual/a consumption ━ LINK&GANONDORF: adventuroushero ━ ♔ Hurt too hard too long & die too young; silver dollar glistening on your tongue; may your passage be assured ━ LINK&FADO: adventuroushero ━ ♔ As if he’s trying to tell you / that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside you ━ LINK&DARK LINK: adventuroushero ━ ♔ the beast comes quietly for all / why do you insist on protecting the sacrificial lamb? ━ ETHAN&GANONDORF: askganondorftobadragmire

━ ♔ Its nautical themed; And theres something I’m supposed to say / But I can’t for the life of me remember what it is ━ 4&3: tripleinkstrke ━ ♔ only as cruel as the first time I realized / waving my tiny shadow over a pond to scare the copper minnows ━ SMALLFRY&3: tripleinkstrke

━ ♔ It seems unforgiving when a good thing ends; but you & I will always be back then ━ MONO&SIX: paleciity ━ ♔ They're all so busy yelling; not one of them is hearing / the hissing from the bottom of the boat ━ MONO&RUNAWAY: paleciity ━ ♔ My claws are dull now so don't be afraid / I could keep you warm as long as you can try to be brave ━ HUNTER&RUNAWAY: paleciity

━ ♔ Just believe me when I say / I mean no harm; open arms; I will keep you safe until you / Pass me the knife ━ AKECHI/YUSUKE: tenebriism ━ ♔ Girls like you; they dont come with guarantees / so if you've gotta spend your time; wont you spend it with me? ━ RYUJI&AKARI: leuvspell

━ ♔ Because you had him first / and you would let the world break its own neck if it means keeping him. ━ GANONDORF/LINK: scarfbond ━ ♔ After the foxes have known our taste; After the raven has had his say; I'd be home with you / I'd be home with you ━ LINK/GAIA: gldhte

━ ♔ Souvenez-vous la prochaine fois; Que vient la neige et le fracas / On n'va pas tous mourir ━ KIM/HARRY: playedbetter ━ ♔ When I first saw you the end was soon; to Bethlehem it slouched / & then it must’ve caught a good look at you ━ HARRY/KIM: playedbetter

━ ♔ You are sick: and you’re married: and you might be dying; but you’re holding me like water in your hands. ━ JAMIE/ETHAN: jfouler ━ ♔ Silver; crystal; carousel your effervescent touch / But everybody knows that home is where your teeth sink love ━ BILLY/STU: cardedsoul ━ ♔ You spin the barrel of a fully━loaded gun; If there's no winning might as well just have some fun! ━ JD/VERONICA: ofeggies ━ ♔ Try to get out but we just keep stickin' around / cause it’s a very good bad thing we've found. ━ CESARE/STEVE: z0mburger ━ ♔ Buzzing razor held aloft & just about to strike; I loved you before even ever I knew what love was like ━ KYLE/JACKET: campblcd

━ ♔ If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind ; like a bridge over troubled water; I will ease your mind ━ RAY/PETE: pseudoneiric ━ ♔ You wonder who’s calling your name; shame how nobody knows you / nobody knows you and neither do I ━ RAY/STEBBINS: pseudoneiric ━ ♔ Lipstick on the backseat. saliva on the dash ; I've clawed my way out of here before but I keep on coming back ━ RAY/GARY: pseudoneiric

━ ♔ Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside / We'd sit back and watch the world go by ━ SANS/O’DELLE: theyrots

DYNAMIC TAGS: AFTONTXT.

━ ♔ Oh please just hide behind this back of mine & save your helpless spite / knock on the door; access denied. ━ ALEX&MICHAEL: prizecxrner ━ ♔ You took my hand when you woke up. / we all die alone but I am so glad that you are here ━ MARI&MICHAEL: prizecxrner

[quillheel]

@mourrow ━ cont. on another post bc legacy editor ( I NEVER FORGOT THEM 🥺🥺 )

"The world is counterfeit to me, Tempest. they'd long since given up questioning me ━ unlike you, and your burning curiosity."

Dustfinger pays no mind to the attitude befouling his companion, the half answer falling from his tongue as gracefully as he is himself : which is only to say what elegance he lacks is reimbursed with his eccentricities, ones you can observe but accept, understandable in the way he is; and as such, acting as a mask.

something holding him down ; something hidden. you could pry it from him, but rarely in his life has never made it easy.

He keeps his head dipped more than his shoddy posture would usually have him poise naturally, one hand fanned out above his brow to block out the sun as the other holds the map, sun shining off the plastic sheen in a way that made it half blinding to try to read, but Dustfinger was a man of many apathies, and with apathy often trails patience. ━ or rather, the mockery of patience, to replace where a heartache he cannot dwell on lest he is consumed by it hollowed him out, balancing the weight & the weightless. ━━ He doesn't dare to bother with looking at Morro despite his answer until he stakes a finger at Gwins pocket. ━ Something which earns Morro a sidelong glance as Gwin swivels and shakes her slender body in the hidden comfort of the fabric with the same dexterity as children might toss & turn with a certain violent carelessness when half asleep, but no less angry as one being greeted with a rude awakening.

"Mind your fingers," he speaks casually, but with a certain dry knowingness that may have been almost uncomfortable should you remember who you spoke to. "Gwin's of richer blood than any rat, and sharper nerve than your delicate little hands would be keen to." ( undead or not )

Dustfinger continues his steady pace as the word delicate rested itself on the haunch of his tongue like sugar, too sweet for him. neither exactly intended as insult or discredit to the boy, but rarely do words fall from him as they should. To Dustfinger, it was stating the inherent: masters of wind must be of softer hands than fire, naught to be burned by ice or blaze or scored in turn by earth reclaiming stones from the iron in your blood; wind was a delicate thing to unravel & work, and as such, delicate hands were inherent to wield it, to him. dexterity in weaving silk to something greater, the battle there is with something that wants to twist one way when you force it to another

━ Dustfinger never forced the flame, to him; it was a friend, but here, in this shoddy, too cold & too hot place, it was mindless, sparkless, out of itself.

to Dustfinger, it was, anyway, which of course didn't matter half as much as it might have been to anyone else, were he anyone else.

After another effort to read the map ( a part of him tempted to carve the parchment out of its plastic prison with his knife like game ) he sighs, feeling Gwin threaten ━ no, actively ━ try to chew another hole into his pocket as if to express as loudly as possible her insatiable hunger with her regained consciousness; maybe he shouldn't have half taunted / half warned the Windswept of her, he fears they might have more in common than he thought.

He enters into a decently busy area ━ perhaps a market-place? it's always hard to tell for him, eyes trained enough to recognize the staples, but never to the same certainty he knew his own world with ━ and Dustfinger scans the area with clearer eyes than he'd ever given Morro, sharp with wit but somehow never to the extensions you knew it could reach if he only allowed it to be ( or maybe it wasn't Dustfinger holding himself back at all, maybe it was something else entire ), as he steps into the center of the area. not many. ah, well. maybe it didn't matter. this would do fine.

He hauls off his backpack; a rugged thing in how it weighed him down undesirably; and began to unpack, slipping off his coat as he did. He, with a learned precision, plucks Gwin out of his pocket as he does, but blood is still drawn regardless of his efforts towards caution ( the worn skin around his eyes tense at the pain, wrinkling itself like an indebted answer ). he pops her in the bag, quick as a thief, and pulls out from another pocket a small chunk of bread no bigger than the tip of his pinkie; convincing enough to get her to release him, blood trickling from where her sharp teeth dug through, and he continues preparing as she takes the bribe & scurries further within the bag to devour it.