#By The Light Of The Moon

[1five1two]

[stardancerluv]

By the Light of the Silvery Moon

Part 7

Summary: Horrors are faced.

Notes/Warnings: Wolves fighting. Wolf bite, Knife to the shoulder, no mention of blood.

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At least these strolls through the forest, he didn’t have to put on any airs or be nice. Sometimes, being forced to be pleasant since he was the crown prince was bothersome. A foul mood consumed him being out here. The weather was abysmal. The food was equally bad. At least his tent was relatively dry and only his personal assistant had free access to it. These solider didn’t like him and he didn’t care much for them either. They all adored his mother.

Rubbing, his face with his gloved hands melted some of the ice that filled his blood out here. It certainly grew cold here but with the mud, lack of some of the comforts he enjoyed made it all the worse.

Sighing, he sat down on the large rock he has been sitting on and off for the last week and a half. He had even penned one of his letters to you sitting on it. In the last weeks time the creek had gone from a inky, swirling darkness as it cut through the forest to now, solid with ice.

******

Sitting by one of the large windows in your chambers, you looked out. You longed to feel Paul’s solid warmth. Even when days got hard, you could nestle close to his side and his arm would wrap around you.

You smiled up at Olga, as she brought in the cart with your food.

“Thank you.” You said softly. “I just couldn’t deal with the glances from Catherine’s courtiers. They all hope I slip on some ice or to catch Paul’s eye.” You mumbled chewing on your bottom lip.

“None of them matter, remember you are our princess. One day you will rule over them.”

You nodded. “Yes.”

The fruits and the game were wonderfully accented. You were pleased with the wine and the tea, that took some of the chill the loneliness that had fallen over you.

Getting up you sighed and stretched, reaching to the beautiful images that had been painted from one side to the other. They were from dreams. Lifting your day dress, you laid down on the bed. Perhaps you could read some before you would venture downstairs.

*******

He tried to imagine you and what you could possibly be up to. He had hoped you would by now, found his note by your brush, or maybe the one he nestled among your hair ribbons. He had taken a moment and left you a few notes.

Feeling like that the cold hand finally slinked in and settled under his clothes, he knew it was time to head back to his tent. He couldn’t afford getting sick, especially this far away from his own private physician and his bed. He had only met the medic in passing and he was already soused from whatever he was drinking, so dealing with him was the last thing he wanted to do.

His breath misted, as he glanced skyward to the full moon. A few clouds, drifted by it but soon passed by. The forest was illuminated by its silvery glow. Oh, how he wished to walk arm in arm with you in the gardens with the moon like this. He’d be able to see your beauty and have a wonderful walk. Perhaps, he have an elicit kiss with you among the shrubs. That would be very nice.

A loud snarl sliced through the silence. His heart managed to still and thud harder then he ever felt it beat in the span of him taking a breath.

He slowly looked in its direction. A large black wolf was perched on a rock across the frozen river. He swallowed, he slipped bis hand under his cloak; his gloved hand touched the handle of his knife. But what good would that do. That wolf will rip his throat out before he can remove it from his sheath.

He slowly closed his eyes and imagined you.

*******

You woke with a start. Your heart was racing. Sitting up you clutched at your dress that covered your heart. You heard sounds that were animalistic and terrifying. You trembled where you sat.

******

Another snarl filled his ears, it drowned out the pounding in his ears. He opened his eyes. Just as he did, a lighter colored wolf leapt at the black one. It landed and they rolled among the snow and rocks. It gave him a chance to stand, and he took out his knife. He began to back up.

Teeth were bared, swipes were made snapping of jaws and they continued to roll and fight. He continued to back up. He glanced behind him. Just a little further and he could perhaps make a run for it.

******

You grabbed Paul’s pillow. Holding it close, you sighed. Inhaling deeply, you could smell him. The oils he preferred in his hair and even hints of the cologne he wore as well. Your heart-ached.

“Oh, Paul. I wish you were here.” You cried, tears had filled your eyes.

The nightmare had shaken you.

*****

When a sharp howl came from the black wolf, he should have moved. He somehow felt rooted. He couldn’t stop watching. He had never seen such a thing.

The black managed to roll away from the gray one but Paul noticed it shook as it stood on its paws. The gray one snapped its jaws, the black one barely moved away.

Finally finding his ability to move, he finally stepped back once again. His entire body tensed as his boot nudged something, he struggled to move and a branch snapped under his boot. He immediately looked over towards the wolves. The gray one turned to look at him. He stilled.

Easily, the gray once once again leapt and landed on his side of the frozen river. He swallowed.

“Were you protecting me?” He managed to croak out.

Hearing his voice sounded odd to him.

The wolf immediately let out a low woof but then kind of kelt down in front of him like one of own hounds would do to him. He drew close to it.

“Are you one of those good wolves?”

With no thought, he knelt down. The snow crunching under him. Easily, he put his knife away then he pulled off his gloves. With a smile, he reached out to him.

The wolf closed the distance and a scream was ripped from this throat. As the wolf’s mouth closed around his hand. Without even realizing, he found himself over the wolf and his knife in shoulder of the wolf.

But it wasn’t a wolf or was it. He leapt back.

It could and continued to tremble. A man, and older man shook and trembled as

“I knew you could do it.”

It, he coughed again and trembled. As he looked up at him, in the light of the moon he could tell that the man’s eyes were as stormy as a rough sea.

“Thank you. Thank you. You broke my curse, now it shall give you strength and love eternal.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Paul reached for his knife.

“No leave it. It is my time. I can no longer live without her.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“The gift is yours. Treasure it, don’t squander it.”

The man coughed, a harsh sound came from him and then he stilled.

@amethyst-serenade @laura-naruto-fan1998

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Los Lobos - One Time One Night

[nerdie-faerie]

Looking at Elena's drawers cause set design is fun and aside for some weird Easter decoration that she's got out it looks like she's got a dance trophy? We know Caroline has all these different extracurricular but did Elena use to dance before she started cheerleading?

[wandering-night19]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag @liminalmemories21  @catanisspicy @alrightbuckaroo and @strandnreyes

From By the Light of the Moon.

“Um, thank you. Again,” TK stammers out. 

“Any time,” Carlos answers with a smile that has TK’s stomach flipping and swooping. “The ranch isn’t too much further. Just follow me and keep close,” he adds with a wink that has TK melting into a puddle on the side of the road.

TK scrambles to get into the car before he does anything embarrassing, like throw himself at Carlos.

“Get it together,” he tells himself as he holds the button to start the car. “He can’t exactly bend you over the hood of the car with Jonah in the back seat.”

Carlos stumbles over the gravel as he heads back to the truck, but he’s quick to recover. TK can’t take his eyes off the way his jeans hug his backside and thighs. Those jeans are a gift from god.

Tagging: @whenshereads @jesuisici33 @thebumblecee @ramblingdisaster73 @lightningboltreader and anyone else that wants to play!

[buffynha]

By The Light Of The Moon

By thefooliam

They're friends but nobody knows they're friends. [Doctor!AU]

Rated: Fiction M

Genre: Drama

Pairing: Brittany P., Santana L.

Status: Complete

Chapters: one-shot

Words: 12,005

Published: Mar 18, 2015

[blackberryjambaby]

hm. started by the light of the moon & i hate it. i'm only eight pages in but still. it's not exactly a page turner

[sunseekerdeluxe]

By the Light of the Moon is such a great record.

Why on Earth haven’t I listened to it in -- *checks some dates* -- almost six years?

Oooooh, boy.

[maviyenot]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– Oscar Wilde

[blistexenthusiast]

good night keys

[booksandglitter]

looking at the moon and experiencing a very deep yearning

[daily-spooky]

[nerdie-faerie]

Its a shame Bonnie never really gets to have any witch allies that she can be friends with without there being any other agenda at play

[wandering-night19]

Inspiration Saturday

thanks for the tag @thebumblecee and @lemonlyman-dotcom​I’m having a rough day, so have something from my other wip, By the Light of the Moon, which is much more lighthearted than my 4x18 coda fic...

Tagging: @ladytessa74 @liminalmemories21 @catanisspicy @jesuisici33 @rmd-writes @decafdino and anyone else that wants to do it! Tag me!

[vangoghcore]

by gettymuseum