for the inquisition!

My health has finally gotten its shit together!

The downside is that the family members I usually stay with to access internet have COVID-19.

mutuals only!

hit the heart for a starter? i cannot find my previous list and i want to have a clean start.

WOUND .

Violence isn’t cruel and neither are you. You’ve fought all your life-for justice, for love, for peace of mind and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better but you’re not going to stop because at least you have something to work for. Life is a dance and you’re moving so wildly you stumble. Salt is under your tongue but you don’t mind the taste. One day, this world will be better-even if you’re not around to see it. You are a campfire and its camaraderie, its laughter, its energy.

wheezes sned tark

i hat eyou both

@fatethreaded

dawn has barely begun to lighten the canvas inside the tent when he wakes.  she still sleeps peacefully beside him, her legs tangled with his, a welcome warmth and weight that makes the muscles in his stomach clench with fondness.  he gently brushes his knuckles down her arm, adjusting himself where his right arm has fallen asleep.  he needs more mornings like this.  even if his back is stiff from sleeping on a bedroll for days on end and his leg is half-numb from staying trapped between her own for too long.  he’s almost too-warm, even on the cool ground, but he doesn’t dare move to disturb her. 

that is, until a wicked thought crosses his mind.  he smirks to himself, trailing his free hand down arm, fingers ghosting over her abdomen.  he feels the subconscious twitch of muscle beneath his calloused palms, her body reacting to his touch even in her sleep.  down they trail, lingering over her belly button, before he finally, ever-so-gently slips them inside of her smalls. 

there is hardly any space between them, and it’s hard for his fingers to get an angle good enough to give her the pleasure she deserves.  he manages to stroke her folds, bringing his lips to her neck to nip at her pulse-point.