#baldursguys / salt.

[baldursgoons]

❝ when i don’t fancy a man’s eyes, i put an arrow through one. ❞

hex smiles rather wide pleased with the information more than anything a certain sparkle in yellow eyes, her head tilts, sharp nail taps it's chin. wondering, pondering. looking off to a side. "-is that so? now, salt, love, tell me what do you to a man's eyes when you do fancy them...include everything, every nasty gorey detail for me, if you please." it's a small giggle, taken to playing around with her own dagger.

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[coldexile]

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face (penelope for odysseus but pretend i sent it from baldursguys)

he recoils at first, this fear flaring behind bright eyes. a rabbit startled at the sound of a branch snapping. he recoils from her, bile burning his throat, skin crawling like ants do upon cobblestone. there is new tension in his spine, his shoulders set like that of a cornered animal than a soldier.

then, he settles, his eyes register her face, the shape of her hands. ( he knows them, even after twenty years he knows them. the callouses from weaving and unweaving that shawl. ) the smell of her skin and bath salts.

"penelope..." he whispers it, the wildness fading to relief. ( so much relief, so relieved he could sob again. will he ever stop sobbing in relief? ) he tilts, his hands cupping hers, to draw hers back his face, to cradle his still too-sharp cheekbones and the stubble that grows there.

"it's you." he whispers, as if saying it too loud will whisk him away again. his hands move from hers, and come up to return the gesture of tucking a stray hair from her cheek. callous fingers trace her cheek, thumb the worn, worry lines he doesn't recognize as if it could smooth those years away. "i'm sorry, i was miles from you, love. what were you telling me about?"

[bhaalbie]

“i  identify  as  a  fucking  threat.”  salt

a slow smile blossom's on soft pink features, she looks down at salt. with something like pride hidden within lilac eyes. "-and you are one. i do not think anyone is safe from you, salt." as if it's a normal thing to say, a normal thing to think even. "at this rate we will get rid of the tadpoles in no time, you just have to keep throwing shit and getting real mad." it's not like dahlya is slacking, it's just that seeing salt wreck small groups all on her own is perhaps the best source of entertainment. not that dahlya is bored all that often, it gives her a break. as if having fun was a crime?

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