#Midnight shadowWolf

[mykilljoyhq]

Last night I lived in a world without cringe or judgement and energized by Invader ZIM, MCR, and FOB

I made a sparkle dog OC

They’re under the cut(I’ll just be safe and warning for bright colors)

[shadowwolf146]

Why does Callie always wanna go hunter mode when it's bedtime? I know she's young and maybe that's it, but could she at least not do it when my whole house is asleep? And ESPECIALLY NOT right over my aunt's bedroom?? Like girl come ON. THE MOTH YOU'RE TRYING TO CATCH WILL BE THERE IN THE MORNING. PLEASE.

[highladyofthenightcourt5]

Bright as the Night Sky (Part 6):

OMG I COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT ITS BEEN TWO DAYS AND THAT I NEEDED TO POST THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!! SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

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By the time I got home from my eventful day with Mor, I found to my dismay that the townhouse was empty—with Rhys probably still settling things back at the Hewn City. I was a little curious as to why Rhys hadn’t brought me along but I didn’t need to be a genius to know that he didn’t deem it very important, just the usual nonsense that he didn’t want me dealing with.

And in a way it worked out since I needed to make sure he wouldn’t be following me around while I arranged our anniversary. But as I stepped out of the humid shower, donned a soft night gown and climbed into our soft bed I found myself missing him—it didn’t help that a rare thunderstorm had blown in and rain was battering the windows with thunder cracking in the distance.

It was the kind of music nature would play for our primitive ancestors. A song about bonding and family. Of closure and comfort. I pull my knees up to my chest and gaze out the dark window, the only light—except for the occasional lightning—the few candles scattered around the room.

I heave a heavy sigh and press my cheek against my knees, and close my eyes. Listening to the gentle hum of the rain pattering against the window, the deep bass of the far off thunder and the brief flashes of light that penetrate my lids. For a moment, everything seems to just slow, as if nature has brought me into its fold and the hum of the rain is Rhys soft breaths while he sleeps, the booming thunder his low growls that keep me up at night and the howling wind the shifting of the sheets as he always finds a way to hold me in his embrace.

In the midst of this, I feel my lips pulling into a tender smile, my heart nearly brimming with joy at the life I’ve had—at the life we’ve had—that I fear that no trouble in the world could wipe the silly smile off my face.

But as always I am wrong.

The door to our bedroom swings open and a familiar scent envelopes the room and my smile grows even brighter as I shift to look at my mate but it quickly fades at his expression.

Those violet eyes are dim, shadows peeking underneath his eyes, wings drooping behind his shoulders, his midnight hair ruffled as if he’s run his hands through it during the day. Before he can even take a breath, I am in his arms, my body trying to physically impart on him the joy and love that I was experiencing only moments ago.

I love you and no matter what happens I will always love you. And even if you’re too tired to speak, I will love the silence. I whisper down the bond and his strong arms come to wrap round my thin frame. His face pressing into the top of my head as he takes a deep breath.

Thank you. He breathes and I take the time to peer up at his haggard expression before leading him towards our bathroom. Once inside I help him to peel off his armor, the rough leather rubbing against my fingers as I drop them to the floor. The clang of his weapons the only sound as I get the bath ready, motioning with my hands for him to get in.

At first he’s hesitant, shaking his head. I am not going to allow you to baby me woman. If I get in you do too.

That’s my cue to lean on one leg and place my hands on my hips, eyebrows raised as if questioning his sanity. Are you going to deny a direct order from your High Lady? He huffs a laugh and shakes his head as he lowers himself into the bath, hissing at the warm water tending to his sore muscles.

I’m guessing you had to visit the Illyrian camp today? I motion towards the leather lying on the bathroom floor. He only nods and judging by his physical state, I’m assuming there was a brawl.

I reach over and grab bottles of hair tonics and bathing lotions and lay them on the counter as I begin my ministrations. Despite being utterly naked beneath me, he’s still formidably large, with my hands hardly half the length of his broad shoulders.

I gently rub tonics into the muscles of his shoulders and back, my hands slipping over his warm, tan skin and the Illyrian tattoos gracing his skin. He emits a low groan as my hands knead the incredibly strong muscles of his back.

If my memory serves me. You once did this for me. He leans back and opens those dazzling eyes, his lips slowly pulling into a tentative smile. I figured it was time to return the favor. I muse. He closes his eyes again and releases a pent up sigh, his body loosening. I press a soft kiss to his temple and rub some of the hair tonic onto his jet black hair marveling at its silky smoothness. He purrs underneath me, sending the rumbling vibrations straight through my body as I massage his scalp.

With that done I attend to his general body, rubbing down his arms and kissing a path from his shoulder to his fingertips, tracing the rough callouses on his fingers. He’s eyeing me now and I press a soft kiss to the center of his palm, which curves around my face in response.

You are a blessing to me Feyre. He whispers down the bond and I smile into his palm, feeling pretty close on the verge of tears.

And you to me.

After his bath, I toweled him off and he climbed into bed, taking me down with him. His large hands running down the sides of my body as he presses kisses to every available surface. At times even pulling up and down my nightgown to get better access, eventually lifting it up to press a warm kiss to my belly.

A hope and a promise.

That one day we could share this love with the world.

He lifts me off of him and lays me down, brushing his body over me as he tends to the skin at my neck with his teeth and tongue, sending delicious shivers down my body. He heaves a sigh as he makes his way up, kissing my jaw, my cheeks, my nose, my eyes, my forehead and ending with a chaste kiss on my lips.

“I don’t know how many centuries it will take me to finally explain to you what you mean to me Feyre. There has not been a word invented for what I feel here—“ He grabs my hand and places it over his heart “And perhaps you will never know the depths of my devotion to you—but I would lay down my life and my court for you. Anything to keep you safe, anything to make sure that you’re happy. My life is at the mercy of your hands and I have never been more grateful. Because you Feyre are the reason for my existence. There is nothing left of me that I can give because since the day I asked you to marry me my life has been yours.” At this point there is nothing left for me to do but cry as my mate pours out his entire soul, laying himself bare before me and I’m a blubbering mess. “Shhh…don’t cry my love.” He murmurs as he kisses away every tear, his thumb stroking my cheeks as he continues to murmur these torturous things.

“I wish I could be as eloquent.” I breathe, my voice still stuck from my crying. “I wish I could paint what is in my heart but there are no colors to describe it, no painter who could capture it in its entirety. But Rhys believe me when I tell you that I love you and I always will even when we cease to exist and the stars are turned to dust, my love for you is unending, like a song that has no finish. It just flows from the rivers of life and I—“ I stop as I stare into those violet eyes that have become my refuge for the last century and it’s come to the point where there really is nothing to say.

I pull our lips together and hold him close as the thunder of the stars rattle the nearby mountains and the rain continues its onslaught against our souls as we pour out our very beings into the other.

I ignore the drone of the rain and immerse myself in the essence of his darkness. The gentle whisper of night brushing through our souls and setting the stars on fire as I breathe him in. His mouth opening against my insistence as our tongues glide on an ephemeral breeze, brushing away the pain and the angry darkness, leaving only the bright night sky.

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[shadowwolf146]

I’m emotional :’(

I’m listening to Sara Bareilles’s version of the Dear Theodosia Reprise, and I’m very emotional. I don’t know if it’s the song itself or Sara’s voice, but my heart is melting, and I suddenly have the urge to cry. Her voice is so soft, almost reverent, and soothing. You can really feel the heart behind this.