#╰ ˖⠀ ݁⠀ * ゚&. ( SOFTBRAWN . )
i've always had a lot of love in my heart for you.
pre-established relationship prompts, accepting! ༄
she tilts her head to the side, landing on his shoulder, and she rests there, reaching up to twist his golden strands of hair between her fingers. god, she’s so far gone. she can’t remember anything, besides going out, alone, and ending up here, with gil. the word safe floats around, vague and unclinging. cj doesn’t think about it enough to let it stick, but the idea is there. she turns farther into him, like she’s hiding. he’s so warm with it. with everything. looking at him smile used to make her fucking sick knowing that he was stuck here with the rest of them. of course, not as sick as she got when she’d poke his teddy-bear-ass-self, and then have to look at his face.
what he says should make her just that: sick, sick, sick. but it doesn’t, she’s just quiet, sitting with it. a great part of her fights it, and she can feel the urge to bolt prick up like electricity. but she’s not here at all. “ i love you, gilly. ” it just leaves her, like a breath of air. “ but you can’t love me. ” she’s just talking, not thinking, not sulking, not brooding. it’s just what’s true. “ no one can. ” tomorrow’s going to be fucking rough, she thinks, half-absent.
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"his soul might be a sun. i've never met anyone who had the sun for a soul." — jandy nelson, i'll give you the sun ; for @softbrawn ♡ ( give rora edit permission with the 🖼️ emoji )
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@softbrawn sent: ( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food?
texting prompts. / accepting.
( sms: gil 💫 ): That sounds more interesting than any of this political bullshit they want me doing.
( sms: gil 💫 ): Get me one of those candy rings and I’m in.
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@softbrawn sent: " ⚠️ ( bite my muse ( neck ) "
( ' aggression // sexual tension ' )
harry knows how lucky he is to have gil, from his personality and smarts, those he knows he has, even if not in the traditional sense, to his looks. but what's best is that he gets harry, knows what he likes and what he needs, what makes him happy (which is, of course, gil). being with gil just makes him feel good, mentally, emotionally, and, as the other man's teeth bite as his neck, very very good physically. harry moans softly, tilting his head to the side as a hand reaches back and tangles in gil's hair. "gil, love..."
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send ✶ and i’ll write a headcanon about our muses, accepting. ˎˊ˗
they're such arts n crafts buddies... allie doesn't paint as much as he does but she does love her crafts and glitter and diy and i also think they make lots of decorations together for his little cabin in auradon :(( she brings lots of flowers
@softbrawn, ✶
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‘ it’s only denial if you’re wrong. ‘
"I'm pretty sure that's not how that works, dude." Gil might have been onto something, though. Even if he was a bit skeptical about the logic that the other was using. "That just sounds like you're in more denial than you already were."
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𝚄𝙽𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷, 𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝟷-𝟼𝟶
↳↳ — 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳, 𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 @softbrawn
“you are not even lowkey a genius, you’re highkey a genius.”
cosmo offered gil a rare laugh, the others enthusiasm spurring the otherwise humorless seer on. ❝ well, shit, wait until you see what else i can do, ❞ cosmo said with a crooked smile.
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... @softbrawn , lowkey sc.
“ why would you cover up such a perfect puddle of mud ? ”
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lil testing starter call, accepting. ⟢ ( @softbrawn )
he feels like sunlight, warming the water from far away. except now, it’s not so untouchable, so forbidden. not that it mattered, not that it ever did. she knows her father, knows his heart, but she still doesn’t understand why he ever wanted to keep this beautiful, wonderful world from her. with these lovely people, with gil, who tells her stories and lets her play with his hair and put land flowers in it. “ and what then? ” she questions, eagerly, awaiting the rest of the story from where gil paused, so much so that she lets her hands slip from his hair, peeking over his shoulder so she could look at him. “ where did you go? ”
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we always work best as a team .
↪ 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑨𝒀 ? (accepting !)
" ooh , don't i know it , mate " raucous laughter fills the room as a hook reaches out to pat the other's shoulder . sure , loyalty lay heavily with uma — being first mate was the only thing that truly mattered . however , running with the same crowd for so long can bring upon a sense of kinship . of course , harry would never openly admit to it , but gil was someone xe held in high regard for both his loyalty and willingness to see past the bullshit of the enigma known as harry hook .
" feeling a bit sentimental today , are we ? " there's a light teasing in their words , but in truth , harry had not been accustomed to facing emotions head on . growing up in the isle , kindness was taken as weakness . even with those it deems closest to it , ' opening up ' had never been a forte of his. " hmm . . . you're not going soft on me, are you, gilly ? because i don't want to have to break that news to uma — that we're . . . sharing feelings now . "
@softbrawn
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You're safe here. You can rest now.
lack of sleep starters, accepting! ༄
she groans, falling forward unnecessarily close to his lap on the wooden deck, but still not accepting his comfort. “ stop that, fuck outta’ here with that shit. ” she waves him off as she whines. her hair falls around her, and she uses it to hide from him. he makes everything so much harder, just by being here. everything also becomes warmer, becomes softer, becomes fucking different. it’s gil. something in her refuses to run, and everything in her begs her to. if he looks at her with his big ‘ol bear eyes, she’ll really be fucking stuck. so she doesn’t.
cj rolls over, facing the other way, focusing on the colors of the sunset. even there, she can’t escape him, all twisted up oranges and yellows and reds, twinges of pink that still bleed gil. “ whaddya’ think i’m hidin’ from, gilly? ” she asks, the talking keeps her awake. “ how are you keepin’ me safe? ”
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@softbrawn.
" you look ... you look like the sun ... or- or a sunflower. " tall and taller and golden and stretching up, up, up. she stretches her own hands up, fingertips brushing the skin of his arms from where he wiggles his own hands. she thinks they could grow fields of flowers, meadows, with how sunny they are, how sunny they feel. glowing and glowing and warm and happy. " i hope it's day forever, i don't like the night, sometimes. "
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@softbrawn said: ❝ i thought i was in the wrong place. ❞
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He looked at him and tilted his head, "I think you would have been if anyone but me had come across you. Where you headed anyways?" he asked, cursing himself for the damn head tilt. He looked down and frowned, and then looked back at Gil, "Or do you need something?" he was just trying to gain some context before he really did any serious action besides getting them to a less visible place which he was doing subtly by walking with them, guiding in a subtle way.
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@softbrawn sent: " what can i say to make it better? "
( ' morbid curiosity ' )
a small sigh passes harry's lips at gil's question, and he shrugs. he's sat on his bed in his cabin next to gil, knees drawn up. he tells himself it's just one of those days, that it will pass, but that doesn't help much right now. he leans himself against gil's shoulder. "i don't know. just stay?"
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“hey. what do you think of that star over there? the one by the moon.”
"What do I think of it?" Ryder echoed softly before his gaze flickered up toward the sky.
Well. There were a lot of stars by the moon and Gil hadn't been all that specific when asking the question. But, to be fair, the other blonde thought that he could gauge which star the other was talking about. Mostly because seemed ten times brighter, and slightly bigger, than the stars surrounding it. He paused for a second, tilting his head in consideration before his attention flickered back toward Gil.
"I dunno. It looks pretty cool, I guess. It could be the one that takes you to Neverland." Weren't pirates supposed to be good with knowing stars? To know where they're going and everything. "Why?"
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