#BE STILL MY FOOLISH HEART. DONT RUIN THIS ON ME.

[ibeewashere]

“I’m almost me again, she’s almost you.” “Be still my foolish heart, don’t ruin this on me.” ANDREW HOZIER BYRNE DO YOU EVER SHUT THE FUCK UP (/pos)

Hozier wrote Almost (Sweet Music) about Widojest. He doesn’t know it yet. But he did.

[cicada-candy]

Oof ouch hurt myself thinking of Almost (sweet music) + PR! Johnny. Owww

[emilyjunk]

I'm almost me again...... She's almost you

[boycritter]

almost (sweet music) is SUCHHHH an eddie diaz song im gonna go insane

[elysianymph]

tag game!!

rules: create a new post, share the last line you wrote in your wip, and tag people to carry on the chain!

“Oh, Potter, I hate you so much! I hate your beautiful brown hair and your mesmerising hazel brown eyes, deep like the ocean, filled with secrets I long to uncover!” Barty says in a dramatic voice, one hand over his heart and the other reaching for Evan’s face.

is it a marauders fanfic in regulus' perspective if barty and evan aren't there to make fun of him every step of the way? i don't think so

thank you for the tag @definitelynotttheo <3

tagging @aithusarosekiller @not-rab @residentrookie and anyone else who wants to share their wips!! <3

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

thinking about almost (sweet music) lately

[byuntrash101]

Girls like me

dom!reader x sub!felix

smut | nsfw | mdni

nerdsub!felix is adorable, softishdom!reader, felix's freckles ♡, pet names (good boy, babyboy), praising, handjob, corruption kink, semi-public (library), edging, begging, cum eating, this is lowkey wholesome dont @ me...

requested | part of my 2023 prompt event [closed]

Felix's heart flutter when he thinks of you but he's not sure if he can be with a girl like you...

[❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜ + ❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜]

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK 🖤

You always liked the library. Not because of the books or the fast wifi but because it was quiet and peaceful. Because it was just a place to catch a quick break of it all and… because Felix was always there. 

Felix the straight As student, always buried deep in his notes. He was in your major so you shared most of your classes with him but you never talked to him in class. He was way too bashful and/or focussed.

But here. You could maybe get his cute nose out of the thick books.

So many nights you closed down the library with him. Exchanging cute glances over his oversized square glasses, his rosy cheeks speckled with small freckles. He was adorable. You loved this duality between his timid demeanor and his deep voice always answering back to you with short answers.

You let your forehead rest on your microbiology book and sighed.

If only you hadn’t made that move yesterday. Trying to kiss him was just foolish of you. You remember how regret crept under your skin when he looked back at you with the round eyes of a deer trapped in headlights. You hadn’t seen him since. Not in class and not in the library. WHich was very unlike him. It was almost closing time and you were the only one left here. And still no sign of your favorite most adorable nerd.

You groaned and shook your head chasing the bitter memory away.

But… when you looked back up. Felix was standing right beside your table. His white shirt and beige pants perfectly represented him. His beautifully long blonde hair framing his face, the ends of it resting on his big square glasses. You instantly started smiling. But that smile faded when Felix didn’t return it.

“Hey…” his deep voice started hesitantly. 

“Felix… I” you wanted to apologize but you couldn’t.

“Listen y/n… I…” he was fidgeting with his fingers, anxiously pulling at his nails. “I like you ok…”

You stopped breathing for a while. This was the last thing you were expecting.

“But I don't think I can… be with you” he whispered.

“Why not?” you asked. Getting up from your chair and taking his hand in yours, trying to soothe him, your thumb caressing his slender fingers.

“Because I’ve never been with a girl… Like… you…”

You both knew what it meant. It meant a girl that liked to be in control. That was going to guide him.

Fuck he was so cute, freckled cheeks painted a light shade of pink. Your other hand went to gently wrap around his small waist. You heard him ever so slightly gasp at your touch.

“Why don’t you at least try first, hm?” you leaned over, lips almost touching his. Felix looked like he was expecting a kiss but when you didn’t progress further he looked surprised. “What do you say babyboy?” you asked again.

Felix felt a strange and unknown quiver in his lower stomach at the word. His eyes fluttered between your eyes and your lips when he finally nodded.

And you kissed him very sweetly, slow and sensual, guiding the dance from start to finish and for a guy that was so hesitant he was so good at being obedient. 

“That’s my good boy” you said, opening your eyes back. Felix didn’t expect to like it that much. The daring attitude, the kiss, the praise, the firm touch on his side. Without realizing he was imperceptibly squirming between your arms, looking for friction and before he could even understand what he was going through he was getting hard. Of course you didn’t fail to notice.

His sweet innocent behavior all the while being a needy little boy awakened something in you. Something rougher, hungrier. Something that you kept at bay for a long time. Maybe too long but somehow you needed to keep it under control for just a little longer.

Your hand dropped to his thigh, nails trailing to his clothed hard on. When you finally laid hands on it Felix was biting down on his lip trying so hard not to explode. You gave it a firm squeeze and that sufficed to pull out of him the most melodious and divine moan you’ve ever heard. Shameful, high pitched. Perfect.

You couldn’t hold back anymore. You forcefully shoved him back onto the nearby shelves, making them shake. Your hand slipped to his nape and you growled in his ear.

“My sweet innocent babyboy” you whispered, cooing and lapping at his ear. Felix shuddered again at the word. “I’m going to ruin you.”

Felix felt himself twitch. It was like every single atom of his will was leaving him. With these simple little touches and words he wanted to throw himself at you. Fuck why did he like that so much? 

In one move, almost magically, you stripped him of his bottom clothes and unbuttoned his white shirt exposing his cute pink nipples and flushed chest. You trailed his abs with your sharp nail, lifting goosebumps on his soft skin. Then finally grabbed the aching member, already dripping with thick, slimy precum.

“Fuck you’re so fucking wet for me already” you whispered firmly grabbing the base. You starting slowly jerking him off, at a pace that was pure torture at least for him because it was bliss for you. You smiled at how his face contorted in need, how he gave pathetic little thrusts trying so bad to make you go faster.

“Is this what you wanted?” you asked, lips pressed to his blazing skin. Felix felt like his heart was consuming itself. Like he would burst into flames if he didn’t get to feel more of you right here, right now.

“Yesss!” he answered without a shadow of a doubt.

“So eager” you teased as you went ever so slightly faster. Felix shut his eyes closed and pushed his blonde head back in the books behind him, the yellow strands of hair clasping his sweaty forehead.

You went faster again, your hand perfectly gliding alongside him, from base to tip, gathering more precum and going down again. Your other hand left his nape to play with his balls. 

At the very second you started to fondle them it happened again. That same moan. His hands flew to his mouth as his eyes filled with shame. He was trying so bad to be silent. It was so pathetic and cute. You had to reassure him. Tell him it was okay.

“No one’s here. We can be as loud as we want.” You said. “ I want to hear the beautiful sounds you make.” you pecked the base of his neck.

It was like you had opened a tap. From that moment onwards he reacted to every touch. Letting his beautiful high pitched voice out. A true symphony. He made a variety of sounds you never suspected him to be able to produce. He was giving himself up to you, letting you string him along like a puppet. A well behaved puppy led by his red, veiny and dripping leash.

“Are you close, baby?” you whispered, nibbling on his red ear.

“Yes… Please… I wanna cum” he cried out, fucking himself off in your hands, matching your rhythm perfectly.

“You wanna cum for me baby ?” you bit on his neck. Earning another melodious moan from the freckled boy.

“Yesss… Please!!” his legs were trembling, about to give out.

“No, not yet” you instructed sternly.

His fucked out eyes snapped back to you, full of misery and despair, eyebrows deeply knitted and sweat dripping down his temples.

“Please Please” he pleaded in short and shallow breaths. “I-I’d do anything… Please! Please!” he started to stutter, whining. You took a good look at him. You smirked at the memory of him being so indecisive a second ago, thinking he couldn’t possibly be with you. But look at him now, thrusting his red and weeping cock in your palm, watery eyes full of anguish. He was magnificent. He was begging you so well you decided to allow him.

“Cum, baby” you ordered. “Cum for me right now” 

It was all he needed. He let out a powerful stream of white cum as a beautiful string of moan was cascading from his plump lips, beautiful soft features twisted by relieving pleasure. A long stream even got all the way to your abandoned microbiology book sitting on the table.

You brought your stained fingers to your lips to have a taste of him as he collapsed to the ground, exhausted. The strong taste filled your head and you savored every drop of him.

You got on his level, linking your lips with his. At first he was surprised by the bitter salty taste maybe because he didn’t see you bring your fingers to your tongue but when he realized what this alluring taste was he quickly returned the kiss. Losing himself in his own taste, completely capitulating to you in this final act of submission.

“How was it, baby?” You asked, finally parting from him.

“Great” he briefly answered out of breath. “I wanna do it again” he said, bashful eyes returning. Like it was a whole different person begging for release, eyes half closed and mouth agape a second ago.

“Today I was nice and gentle with you. Next time I’ll show you what girls like me really do to boys like you”.

A/N: should i do a part two ? idk haha i kinda really liked it lol come say hi in my asks if you liked it too!

PART 2 HERE

[tonurseanopenwound]

do you have any pinterest boards, wikis, stories, etc) of your ocs i can indulge myself in

throws a tantrum i dont have pinterest boards of them qq im working on them but my pinterest feed rn is all just kdj and alnst .. ill re-add these, more content after it (utc)

stealing some lines from cbtt ! ^^ i do have the whole ass story for them but its currently under revision and i hate the prev version so. just gonna find some parts that are readable... tw suciededdfdsgdf n gore an eensy bit

(chapter 1)

“Ah, look what the cat dragged in.”

“Y-You fucker…!”

"Oh, the audacity! I'm the fucker? Mind you, I was having quite a fine time before you barged in and ruined my night, thank you very much."

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“Keel over and die quietly. Don’t make my job difficult.”

“Oh, so I’m skilled enough to put up a fight? Aw, don’t flatter me!”

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He laughed again, a hollow sound that sliced through the air, and bore a resemblance to the shattering of glass. “Funny. You’re funny. It makes me want to keep you.”

There’s something about his gaze that wracked a shiver through Elias' body, but not in a “damn, that was attractive”, but more so a “haha. im in danger” kind of way. Being on not exactly the right side of the moral compass himelf, it wasn’t as if he found red flags dealbreakers, but…

“...Excuse me?”

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A lamb? The audacity to suggest such a foolish notion .....

As if. If anything, he was a serpent. As soon as his fangs had been embedded into your flesh, you would be plagued, living life blundering, falling at every turn while the venom slowly invaded your blood, ate away at your life force, and stilled a beating heart.

Satan had once taken the form of a serpent. 

Nikolai had taken the form of a lamb.

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“Huek…!”

Snatching Elias' neck and seizing in his vice-like grip, his fingers grazed the base of the neck, nails digging into the skin and leaving their witness in the form of reddish crescents. His eyes scanned over him, beheld him like a trophy, lifting him off the ground, leaving his legs to flail in the empty air.

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(chatper 2)

Footsteps.

A good three hundred meters away, growing only nearer. Pulling the blankets upon two vertically positioned pillows, Elias stood behind the doorway, makeshift weapon raised.

Shit, was this operation still retrievable? 

If not… suicide would be the only way to go. No compromises — an assassin must not fall alive into enemy hands. Given that he'd already failed once, if he were to once more-

“Sir Assassin, you sleepyhead! It’s time to wake up already~”

The door swung open, and Elias brought the weapon down, feeling the blunt contact of metal hitting bone thrum through his fingers. 

Silence, and then-

“Wow, you almost scared me there!”

Nikolai stood in the doorway, eyeing the dead maid before him. Her corpse had fallen onto the ground, a pool of blood forming beneath her still body, trickling from the wound on her head. Skull fractured, no doubt, with bits of reddish matter leaking out.

“That cool little trick of making your heart beat slow down nearly got me, y’know?” Nikolai clapped his hands together, humming. His beauty was deceptive, the sun’s touch lingering on his features and casting a soft golden glow. “Seriously, you know I could’ve gotten hurt, right?”

A failure.

The taste of blood filled Elias' mouth as he bit down, hard. The flesh yielded beneath his teeth as they sunk deep into the muscle, a flood of coppery warmth spilling into the contents of his mouth. The pain hit him not a moment after, a violent agony that Elias embraced. It was the kind of torture that made one feel alive.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Nikolai grabbed his jaw, tightly enough to crush it. Prying open his mouth with an iron grip, he stared down at him, something swirling in his wide eyes. Not worry, or genuine concern, but more so the kind of expression one would wear when faced with something particularly fascinating. Like observing a caged animal, Elias was shot, captured, and put on display.

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“So? Why the fuck am I here, dipshit?”

“Ooh, so close.” Nikolai tutted, wagging his finger. “That’s Your Highness to you. Say it.”

“...Your Highness…” At the words, Elias could sense the atmosphere around him brighten. Leading him back to the bed, Nikolai sat him down with a beam.

“Again!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.”

[ao3feed-twiyor]

be still my foolish heart dont ruin this on me

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nec5kTC by prita_world Anya cannot dance, so she wants to learn by watching her parents dance. Words: 1905, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Spy x Family One-Shot Series Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger, Bond (SPY x FAMILY), Damian Desmond Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Damian Desmond/Anya Forger, Anya Forger & Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Fluff, TwiYor, Slow Dancing, Idiots in Love, One-Shot, it became almost a drabble tbh, they are dancing and twilight is DOWN BAD, I love making twilight suffer, they love each other and staring deeping into each other's eye is their love language, spoliers for manga chapter 87 / 88 / 96 / 96.1 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nec5kTC

[chim-aera]

I think I learned from my mother

I think I learned from my mother, early, what was love was. or at least what it was to her. she dismissed it, usually, "do you still love me?" I was shaking and six, I'd ask after every argument between her and my father, she'd tell me yes, or to stop crying, depending on the depth of her own wounds.

I think I learned from mother how to accept love.

she shunned my father's shriveling, sordid, slimy, grasping, clutching affections. flicked it off her blade with a grimace of disgust. now whenever anyone grows close enough I don the same armor she wore. It's too big for me, ill fitting and bulky, but it keeps me safe.

It keeps me safe.

I think I learned from my mother how to love.

she never held my father's hand, except the rare moments I was between them, with small, pudgy little child hands. the sadness in her eyes, the grief, the anger. she loved all consuming blazing bright like a dying comet or dull and cold and nothing.

I dont think I know how to love.

maybe it is my fault, maybe I'm some dramatic half awake bastard lifting my head to see the starlight and only commenting on air pollution. maybe I'll never learn how to love. how I'm thrown into fits of biting, clawing, writhing fury, snapping my jaws at anyone who gets too close. or falling into myself bruised, and aching, like a fruit held in too firm hands, cradling my heart in my palms like a wounded finch how terribly I want to crush it, to make the soft beats fade to silence, to destroy my own softness, or what's left of it, but I wont finish the world's duty. I wont be a coward. even if I hate the foolishness. the longing. the yearning. I hate it. How I'd spit out the petals as the roses and hydrangeas choke my diaphragm suffocating me in saccharine syrup bloody and thick, I cough and expell my own lungs, how my heart beat is nothing but the brief pitter patter, always wrong, always too fast, aching, squeezing, never enough. a dull reminder of what could've been, what will never be.

I want to be loved but I run away screaming bloody murder at the sight of true affection, how I'd most likely fight or flee when dealt with a gentle hand. how I'd rather taken cruelty a strange cold conundrum, how someone wraps a hand around my throat and I'll grin and spit out a tooth, how it reminds me of home, and it makes me sick.

I'm ruined, I'm broken, I'm tired. but fuck it, I still exist. I function somehow and sometimes that thought alone that I'm doomed to perpetually exist yet perpetually never be alright is enough to make me want to scream at whatever sick god created me.

yes I am my father's child.

we're all broken smiles, fading, dying laughter, crooked grins, and liac lies.

how my mother brushes off love as a fool's dream, as fiction, how my father clings to it like the medicine in the venom, like a succubus, grasping for affection as a dying breath rattles in its lungs, hungry, needy, lonesome, starving.

I was born hungry, I was born starved.

perhaps that why I still exist, because I'd rather set myself on fire then use someone else to keep me warm. I am not my mother's mistakes I am not my father's sins.

so I'll keep running, or folded into myself like a snake awaiting springtime. coiled and curving and cold, calculating my arrival with a clever half assed presumption.

I am here anyways.

I do not know how to love, perhaps I never will, who cares! life exists, the sky is lavender, I'm still bitter!

not much has changed yet everything has.

I wont lick love off knives, I will use my own fingers to draw down the pomegranate and let it tumble and wither to the ground.

swallowing no seeds, no blood red juice staining my lips.

I'll go laughing like an antichrist.

like a thesis, like an enigma, like a thought, all flittering and fluttering.

I do not want to be loved, I want to be destroyed.

or seen.

or both.

but for now, I am neither.

and for now, I will be.

[tragedykery]

BE STILL MY FOOLISH HEART DON'T RUIN THIS ON ME

I WOULDNT KNOW WHERE TO START SWEET MUSIC PLAYING IN THE DARK BE STILL MY FOOLISH HEART DONT RUIN THIS ON ME

[purposefully-lost]

Be still, my foolish heart

Dont ruin this on me

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Looking For Goodwill

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Psalm 150:6: "Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!"

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Proverbs 14:9 Fools mock at making amends for sin, but goodwill is found among the upright.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM NOT A FOOL

I AM UPRIGHT

I AM HAPPY

I AM FILLED WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT

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THOUGHTS:

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When we usually sin, most of us feel instant guilt and shame. We all probably try to go through our day not yielding to the flesh or doing anything that will classify as a sin because we want to stay pure and holy; now we can't get into a legalistic way, thinking our good ways will get us into heaven or that or good ways will save us from hell, no my friends when we pray. We ask God to help us not to sin, and we genuinely mean it. That is trying to live to please Jesus.

   A lot of people do fear what he could do or who he is, and it's a healthy fear; when we sin, we realize we did something wrong, and we are quick to ask him to forgive us; we are quick to understand what we did wrong, and we are quick to talk with him about what we haven't done, or you'll hear someone say God, please forgive me.

  A fool does not care what happens, what sin he committed, or who he offended he doesn't care; he just cares about having a good time and pleasing his flesh, and honestly, some of us, if we are transparent, will say, yes, I have been the fool before. Still, now that we are walking in righteousness, we try our best not to be the fool in this world.

  The word of God tells us, For where your treasure is, there your heart will also be.If a fool's heart is on nothing but the things of this world, that is where the treasure is; when we first give our lives to God, he works on the matter of the heart because that is where everything is, and when God can transform our heart and transform our mind we become better people, we become servants of God walking in righteousness and holiness because we then belong to God.

  Proverbs 13:15 Good sense wins favor, but the way of the treacherous is their ruin.

   When we are walking in the manner of what God has told us to and when we are walking in the light of God, and we are reading our word, praying, meditating, and dedicating everything to God, we will have favor ,it will come so easy for us to have when we follow God down the straight and narrow.

    Still, when we are foolish, many of our plans are ruined by the treacherous things we try to do; we dont try to think about others. When we are fools, we put ourselves before anyone because that's what it's like to be under the control of satan, to be under the control of our flesh. We allow whatever we want to do to control our lives, but when we are a servant of God, we realize who we need to survive. A fool would whether be without God, but the bible says this about a fool

•Proverbs 18:2: A fool takes no pleasure in understanding, only in expressing his opinion.

•Proverb 18:6 A fool's lips walk into a fight, and his mouth invites a beating.

•Proverbs 18:7: A fool's mouth is his ruin, and his lips are a snare to his soul.

What we dont understand and what we must understand is that anyone can be a fool when we stop allowing God to show us and we start refusing to listen we can easily become a fool;some believers can become fools because they stop doing what they are supposed to do to stay under God, a lot of people feel they have been serving God 12 years or plus that they know everything about God , but if we look at their heart ,and we look at their actions , what will their heart say, will it say they serving God or will it say they are playing the fool too.

At any stage in our walk with Christ we have to be able to surrender and yield control to God, our life shouldn't be controlled by what is out there in the world, and God doesn't want to control us friends he just wants to show us a better way if we yield ourselves to him.

  ***Today, we learned what makes us a wise person and what makes us a fool. When we ignore God about sin and we mock the holy things, we are fools; we as believers aren't supposed to be fools, but sometimes we don't have to be a sinner to be a fool, but when we don't allow God to change us and teach us and correct us we are fools, we have to let go of this thing of pride thinking we know everything, we have to become humble.

When we are humble, we are easily taught. A fool doesn't change, but when you're upright, you choose to change to be better for Christ and yourself , the love of God should have so much power over our life that we want to transform into the person he trying to mold us to be , but we have to desire it and when we desire it we are more accepting to change and evolve, let God change you from a fool to a upright person seeking his good will today. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, thank you for everything; we ask you to help us not be fools but to be wise; we want to live an upright life with you. Lord, give us mercy and grace and show us the error of our ways. We badly want to change for you, but we can't do that until we are ready to do that; we are ready to hear you and change. Lord, you allow us to change every day, and we ask you to. Help us to walk in an upright way but not in a foolish way. Give us an understanding of your word, and help us apply it to our lives daily; in Jesus' Name, Amen.

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REFERENCES

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 + Proverbs 26:18-19 Like a madman who throws firebrands, arrows, and death is the man who deceives his neighbor and says, “I am only joking!”

+ Proverbs 13:15 Good sense wins favor, but the way of the treacherous is their ruin.

+ Proverbs 3:4 So you will find favor and good success in the sight of God and man.

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 11

Judges 6

2 Chronicles 23

2 Thessalonians 3

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[atlas-affogato]

NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

"I'm almost me again, she's almost you"

AND

"Be still, my foolish heart. Don't ruin this on me"

AND

"I got some color back, she thinks so too. I laugh like me again, she laughs like you"

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND IM INSANE ABOUT THEM

[unrestfulmind]

[stoiicist]

venomvice said: “I like this, being so close to you.” (x)

they’re closer than two people looking over a battle map would usually be, shoulder bumping into shoulder when reyna has to lean across the table to point out that positioning a group east of the hill would keep them from being flanked. but that’s just catarina’s vibe, really. she’s earnest, and candid, and has very little regard for the concept of personal space ( and reyna knows she didn’t really come here to talk battle strategy ). but in the privacy of the praetor’s office, late into the night where the likelihood of someone bothering them was little to none, reyna doesn’t protest.

she’s caught off guard by catarina’s confession, a sincerity there that she isn’t expecting. and there’s a flush in reyna’s cheeks and she swallows down the urge to step away, put space between them. not because she doesn’t like what’s going on, but because she does— and maybe a little too much.

reyna doesn’t respond, pretends to be overly interested in the little display trees they have set up on the southern side of the map, but her hand slides slowly across the table to just where her pinkie finger can overlap with catarina’s and satisfies herself with that.