#I forget how I used to format prompt fills 😬

[bearlytolerant]

hi bear!! i saw that writing prompts meme you reblogged, so: 4 for the Arisen and Phaesus? :D

Hello! Ah, thank you so much! ☺️

4. I still remember the feel of you under my palms; every curve, every line 

Wake

She does not cross his mind.

Not for days. For weeks. Months.

He is not counting.

Close to his goals and he can almost touch his fingers to this world and spin it off its axis. The idea thrills him. Though it is late and he must sleep, he walks the shore of the Olta’Battahl Coastline, hoping the waves will quiet his mind. The morrow will be the day of change and tonight he will quietly celebrate with the hushed clapping of the waves.

Twilight horizon, amethyst locks, a sharp intake of breath and he halts. Heels digging into the shifting silt of the pebbled beach, he knows that silhouette standing stoically at the shore. Knows the arch of the back in front of him and the tattoos he’s traced with his fingers countless times. The curves of those hips that his hands have held, squeezed. Lips have kissed. Those shoulders that his palms have cupped while he smooths them up the soft skin of her neck, pulling her close as he whispered words that he told himself were lies; manipulations. But now he beholds this half of her in whole memories, and knows in his heart that the only lies told were the ones to himself.

The urge to experience her, rediscovering every inch of her body swells in his chest but his feet remain planted. Heart pounding, frozen in a wave of indecision, he wonders where her pawns are. Why she is alone. Why she is here, near the shore at all.

She bends, removing her sandals one at a time and tosses them far out into the water. The brine’s now shadowed tendril’s lash out, splashing and swallowing her boots and he imagines what little clothes she wears must be soaked now. Unbothered, she steps out past the shoreline, her ankles deep in water and desire is replaced with panic.

Boots slipping in the rocks, his feet feel caught in slowed time. He stumbles and slides, jaw agape with horror as she sinks into the grasp of the brine without a single cry from help passing from her lips. A crumbling to his knees, palms now bloodied with the sharp, jagged edges of stone in his skin and he reaches for her with shaking hands.

“Gwyn,” he whispers against the cacophony of the insatiable brine tendrils that have now swallowed her up.

Crawling to the edge of the shore just as the splashing settles, he falls prostrate, curling his fingers around the soaked pebbles, burning his wounds with silt and salt. There is a hollowness in his heart where maybe relief or tears or something should be. But then the brine stirs, shifting with a subtle scarlet glow and she reappears next to him, soaked, and eyes closed in peace.

He scrambles, hands closing over her body, pressing against her cheeks. “You must wake,” he tells her fervently, though without her, his goals would be easier to achieve. But he’s never expected ease.

Her hand finds his and squeezes, lips pulling into a slow, soft smile. “Phaesus,” she says, hushed like the waves lapping at the shore. “I have missed you.” She kisses his palm. The inside of his wrist.

Closing his eyes, he clenches his jaw to dam the emotions that threaten to flood him. Of course this world would not let her go so easily. The only redeemable quality about it.

[allylikethecat]

ally just going to be real here & say i literally refresh this app all day waiting for you to post something you’ve written 😭 like you keep saying these Jan prompts aren’t much good but like girl if this isn’t good I don’t think I’d be able to handle your version of good bc every single thing you write hits me in my heart in such a good way like every day I cross my fingers you’ve felt inspired and written/posted something that I can obsess over and re-read multiple times for weeks and every time I see your post i genuinely squeal w excitement bc ik it’s gonna be good 😫‼️

Oh my gosh I am going to cry. This is one of the sweetest, kindest asks I have ever received. I'm so absolutely blown away and honored that you not only like my writing enough to seek it out on here and read it (more than once?!), but that you took the time to reach out and send me this ask ❤️ There are so many incredible talented people in this fandom, and writing fanfic in general, and I am just so flattered and thankful that you (and others!) are willing to take the time out of their day to read what I've posted.

I'm so, so happy that you're enjoying the January OTP Prompt fills even though I don't always feel the most confident about them- my goal for January was to use them as an exercise where I would write a minimum of 500 words a day for each prompt, and then post with minimal editing and (hopefully!) minimal over thinking, as a result some of them I like better than others! I started this exercise for me, and to better my craft and was posting them on Tumblr purely to hold myself accountable so I would actually do it. Therefore, the fact that people are reading them and responding so kindly to them is just so incredible. Thank you so, so much!

Thank you so much for sending in this ask, for reading and for your encouraging words about my writing! I'm happy that I've been able to have a consistent posting schedule this month, and am so happy that y'all aren't sick of me yet! (I worry I'm over flooding the Gatty tag 😬) I do want to apologize in advance though, if you're not sick of me, February is going to be a lot slower from me content wise (I might not even be able to make every Tuesday update) I'm going to be traveling most of the month (for fun and for work) and am not sure how much time I'm going to actually have to 1) write 2) get what I do write properly formatted and posted. I hope that y'all won't forget about me! Thank you so much again!

❤️Ally