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renrenkii:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIX! I know it’s only a little doodle but I want to draw you something with Birch and Syl. So I made Birch’s pipe smoke into a smokey Syl. Cause he’s always thinking about her <3 And I am always thinking of you my friend :3 happy birthday! ILU
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rogueblooded:
Birch looks over his shoulder, smiling in a relaxed manner. “Hello, dear,” he says, turning towards her as he takes her into his arms and spins her.
In turn, her arms slip around Birch, holding him tightly as they spin. It's nice, Syl decides to be held like this and she smiles into his form. ❝I am glad to know you are still the same, love.❞
khaleesis-queensgard:
Season 5,on set. Daenerys ,Missandei,Daario and Tyrion.
Walks up behind Birch and rests her forehead on his upper back. She's a little sorry for disappearing, but she won't say why, just that she missed him.
Heart of the Beast - Birch and Sylvana
rogueblooded:
Birch smirked, “Yes.” He tried not to laugh at the shoddy clothing, it looked ridiculous, especially with such a pretty face.
He frowned when he noticed the blood still caked on her skin “One moment” he said, ducking back into the hovel but soon returned with a dripping rag.
"C’mere" he said, gently lifting her chin as he washed her face. He hadn’t realized how close they were until her hair touched his cheek. Her skin was soft and supple and her eyes were a lovely shade of brown.
He pulled away, clearing his throat and started to wipe her arms clean. Was it always this quiet? He could hear his own breathing. He could hear her breathing too.
"There you go." he said, when she was done being washed. His cheeks were lightly flushed and he could feel it burning hotter the more he looked at her.
"Ahem-" he cleared his throat "We should head to Kirkwall then, it’s getting pretty hot out here." he began to lead the way, keeping a few paces in front of her so she didn’t see the blush that remained quite intact on his face.
Once again, Syl stood in place as Birch walked into the small shack, her eyes following him as he walked in and out again. A twitch of a smile at the relief that nothing had happened to the one person who had shown her mercy, the one person she had met today and survived. Her breathing came slower when her chin lifted and the cloth wiped at the dried blood. While her eyes settled on his, they were such a striking blue, a color she was not used to. Only tearing her gaze away when his gentle touches turned her head to the side. If they were any closer the scent of tobacco would have almost been to strong for her to smell anything else, at the present it was just enough to mask the smell of the blood on the ground. Syl's hands came to rest in front of her when it was complete, not that she would admit it but it felt pleasant to looked after. She had always looked after herself in the pups, the feeling was almost alien to her. Just as the act of mercy was. ` ❝My thanks, Birch.❞ She caught a brief glance at his face, noting the redness of his cheeks. Not that she had noticed the heat heat before, it must have been hotter than she first thought. A nod was given as she briefly pulled up the trousers and fell into step with him. ❝I am not sure I know my way around Kirkwall, would it be too much trouble to be shown somewhere that I could wash up and perhaps find clothes that are a better fit?❞ Her tone was curious, but she knew some of the city, mostly where vendors who sold foods were situated. A room for the night wouldn't be needed, sleeping in the forest was not something she was unused to. ❝And your face appears to be quite red, if you would like, I know where a stream is? The water is quite cool and might help.❞
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♚ I know you and I haven't interacted on Syl, but I still adore your writing, Pix. Whatever character you play, you write them with a full heart and plenty of passion. Your writing is beautiful and I won't forget the chatzy you gmed that time and we all had such an incredible journey into the Fade! You're masterful at the way you shape story lines like that and I hope we get to interact soon! :>
(asdfg i dont recall reblogging the meme but holy sweet babies THANK YOU SO MUCH, COCO i just wow can't even word right now just muffled screeching because im laying on the ground)
Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.
(via florathehobbit)
Heart of the Beast - Birch and Sylvana
rogueblooded:
Birch turned to Sylvana frowning a bit “I don’t mind that you’re wearing my shirt but you have no pants and the people of Kirkwall will definitely mind that.”
He furrowed his brows, the drunken men in Lowtown wouldn’t mind at all he thought to himself.
Birch sighed, as he decided to make his way into the run down house. There was planks of wood and splinters lying on the ground and blood so fresh that it was still running down the walls.
He made his way over to a simple wardrobe which was lying on it’s side. He pulled the drawer open, to which it decided that it was going venture all the way out and fall on the floor with a very loud thump.
He sighed again, rummaging through the clothes until he pulled out a rather distasteful looking outfit that looked like it might fit her. “Well-” he said coming back over to Syl “You’ll look like a potato farmer but at least you won’t be half-naked.”
She wasn't sure if that meant he would be wanting his shirt back, though she did not have the chance to ask before he had left to look in the houses. Sylvana stayed where she was, not wanting to see the inside but leaving them to Birch to explore. Only shifting when a thud came from the house, flinching like it was her that was hit and not the floor. Her eyes drifting to look over her shoulder, to see if Birch had injured himself by having something fall on him but to her relief, moments later her walked out looking no less for wear. Reaching out, she took the clothing and inspected it. A frown tugged at her lips, not what she would have liked to wear but, it might make people uncomfortable for her to be as she was. ❝Thank you, a potato farmer is better than the wolf who took these people's lives as well. I will take them, as long as you let me change them at the first opportunity.❞ Quietly she slipped into the slacks, pulling them over her hips, tying the it together with the scrap of cloth looped around the top. If not for the blood, perhaps she could have been passed off as someone from a village not to far away. ❝Is this better?❞
rogueblooded:
Birch chuckles, pulling himself back up from her strange hug. He sits back glancing up at the trees around them. “I think you scared the squirrels away.” he reaches over and pats her head “I know how much you love the squirrels.”
Syl let out a small huff, sneaking closer to rest her head on Birch's shoulder. The squirrels will be there later, they always are somewhere. She lifted her head to bump her forehead with his, trying not to push him over. This time.
(x) rogueblooded
The corner’s of Birch’s mouth twitched into a small smile that soon formed into a big grin at the rather playful wolf.
He leaned forward and kissed her on the snout, still patting her side.
"Who’s a big wolf?" he asks playfully.
If there was anyway for Syl to respond, he would be met with very excitable, it is me, of course! I am the big wolf! But it is silly for one to assume the wolf can respond. Instead she pulls him in to a strange sort of hug to lick his face, her own way of giving him a kiss.
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Birch pats Syl's fluffy belly "Who's a good Sylvana?" he asks playfully, "Who's gonna go get that squirrel?"
Normally as a rule, Sylvana didn't chase squirrels. Not enough meat on them for the pups, however they were good for practicing ways to hunt. Of course that wasn't going to get done with Birch here. She rolled onto her back exposing her belly, something that required a great deal of trust, so he could get at it properly. A content rumble came from deep in her chest as her paws gently swatted at his frame, remembering to be careful. Humans were delicate things in truth and she did not want to hurt Birch. The squirrel could wait, right now was very content.
rogueblooded:
He hides her eyes again “No!” he exclaims loudly “Don’t look. You saw nothing.”
He pauses for a moment “What was that?” he asks suddenly “Was that a squirrel? You want to go chase it?”
Swats away at his hands and frowns. ❝I saw it already, Birch, more than I needed.❞ Narrows eyes. ❝I am not a common hound that chases rodents but I think i could catch it before you with out even shifting before you could.❞
rogueblooded replied to your post: stares at, jfc
-Comes behind Syl and covers her eyes- “Don’t look.”
❝Oh, it is a little late for that now❞ Removes hands
stares at, jfc
important ship tropes:
fake dating
SECRET dating
being locked in a room or trapped in a small space
huDDLING FOR WARMTH
BEING ON THE BRINK OF ADMITTING THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER BUT THEN GETTING INTERRUPTED
finishing each other’s sentences, KNOWING WHAT THE OTHER IS ABOUT TO SAY
tou chi NG!!!! FOr eheA DS!!!!!!11!!
wearing each other’s clothes
doing that thing where they accidentally get real close and, like, stare meaningfully at each other for a few seconds too long
channeling the inner romcom and having an epiphany about how much they care about each other and RACING TO CONFESS THEIR LOVE
fucking. Now or Never Kiss
HEIGHT DIFFERENCES
defending each other to scathing tertiary or otherwise minor characters but ONLY WHEN THE OTHER ISN’T AROUND
reincarnation or time loop or OOOOH TIME TRAVEL SCENARIOS
dramatically saving each other from certain death or barely surviving something that almost makes the other break down and just smirking wearily and mumbling flippant smartass remarks to HIDE THE DEPTH OF THEIR FEELINGS
undercover as lovers, the classic
ALMOST KISSING. like getting so close that they start to close their eyes and hold their breath and then SOMETHING HAPPENS and they jump apart, that is MORE VALUABLE THAN ANY ACTUAL KISSING
casually sitting on each other’s laps during ensemble cast conversations or scenes
did i mention F AKE DATinG
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agameofclothes:
What Missandei would wear around the Great Pyraimd of Meereen, Salvatore Ferragamo
Anyone's Ghost - Inara and Sylvana
commanderofthegreyskies:
Inara had to admit that she may have been over-romanticizing the whole “free and living alone in the wilderness” thing.
When left out in the harsh light of reality, suddenly the idea of freedom out a midst the trees and forest creatures gained the very real feeling of the sting of insect bites, mud and dirt and little pieces of grass stuck where no Maker-fearing particle of nature should have ever gone, and unbearable heat that could not be abated even by the little wisps of breeze that blew through the trees, the smell of something dead lingering and not knowing whether it was, indeed, something that had passed or a plant that was, for some reason, meant to smell like that.
Ah, and the misdirection.
They had only gone away from camp for a moment, just a moment, and already they were spinning, dazed by the irritating fact that trees looked so very much like every other tree, everywhere, all the time. They had been stumbling over roots for what seemed like hours now, she and her pretty little blonde Warden partner, led astray from their camp hopelessly and desperately hoping that they did not run into any particularly aggressive Dalish or worse before they managed to find their way home.
And the sun was sinking down. Their time was ticking away, the forest coming to life as the light faded, shade by shade. It was getting colder, and Inara was beginning to quiver, something she told herself was due entirely to the temperature.
”Are you sure you know where you’re going?” she asked him again, lips tugging hard at a frown.
”Yes, yes. I figured it out. Moss grows on the West side of trees, right?”
”How would I know that? Why does moss know directions?”
”It’s not — moss doesn’t know— ah, Maker.”
Inara did not like the woods.
Simply curiosity, there was nothing more to this trip, this time. That is at least what Sylvana had to remind her self of, next time she would shift back approach those who had entered the forest, ask for an explanation of what is was they intended to do. It was not too much to ask for, was it? A few simple questions. Nothing more nothing less, unless they meant harm then it was something else entirely. Silently she slunk through, careful eyes watching and ears perked ready to listen out for any disturbance that would occur. Leaning in to sniff at the pot over the fire, she recoiled immediately. Either it had not been washed or had been left to long to cook, the wolf let out a sneeze before wandering over to inspect another part of the camp. The next part being one of the tents. Curious things, did all others sleep in those cloth homes? Sparing once last glance about, she poked her nose through a small opening. It smelt empty, not a fresh scent but there was one nonetheless. Then came her head, it must have looked to anyone. A wolf being stuck in such situation, all of her grace lost in this moment, all because of a simple tent. It was now she had wished that she had come to inspect in her human skin, with her bow, perhaps posing as a simple hunter passing through but it seemed like a poor time to think of such regrets. Syl let out a huff before trying to shake herself free, it would be ideal to remove one's self from being stuck before trying to shift. In times past, it did not end well. That and it would be a little awkward to meet, with out a scrap of clothing to cover oneself. Also an act that had not been received well. It seemed all she could do was try and pull herself out, or push herself all the way through. Unless she wanted to be caught, but with the trouble she was having it might be the only way.
