See all the love, love that's in me

The blonde chuckled, shaking her head. "Yeah, no. I don't really know. The only horse I've ever been near was one at sleepaway camp. But sheep are cute." His life sounded so different in comparison to the blonde who'd spent most of her time surrounded by tech. "I think that is a thing that all parents go through. I begged my mom for a bunny when I was a kid. She finally relented when I was a teen, but I imagine that is nothing compared to the animals you cared for." She furrowed her brow, searching her mind. The name sounded oddly familiar. "The Pickwick Papers?"

She chuckled, taking a few more of the packages from him. “Long walks are one thing, but you look as if you are training with all that you are carrying. Not going to leave us to go defeat the Huns I hope.” She winked at him, doing her best to keep stride. It had only been small trips outside since getting her cast off, but doctor’s orders were to exercise. Now if she could manage not to trip over thin air, things would be great. 

It was odd to hear Leslie so quiet. The man brimmed with stories to tell or little facts to brighten the day. The blonde enjoyed every moment of time she got to spend with him. “Are you okay?” She looked over at him. It would be so easy to slip into his mind, but if he had something that he needed to tell her, Brina was certain that he would say it. There was never a need to invade his space. 

"Hmm," Leslie gave a nod to her question, maybe too quickly. He smiled again and gave a shrug, "Just thinking about horses. Farming sheep, you know, they weren't so important. The man who'd come round for the wool, he had one. I begged mum to let me start saving up so we could buy one. Ages I begged her. But they're too expensive, where would we put him, those kinds of questions." Les sighed a little, but still smiled, happily enough thinking on his childhood. It was a good one. Much better than most.

"We did, finally. Named him Pickwick. After the Charles Dickens book, you know?"

He literally has smudged writing.

He literally has smudged writing on his hand.

as requested by anon. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !

Don’t Carry It All

“Nobody knows.”

“We are all our hands in holders beneath this bold and brilliant sun.”

“Don’t carry it all.”

Calamity Song

“Had a dream. You and me in the war of the end times.”

“All that remains is the arms of the angels.”

“Quiet now.”

“Will we gather to conjure the rain down?” / “Will we now build a civilization below ground?”

“We’ll come home.”

Rise to Me

“There’s an ancient call.”

“I am gonna stand my ground. You rise to me and I’ll blow you down.“

“Hey ___, can you hear me? Let me see those eyes.”

This distance between us can seem a mountain’s size.”

“My darling, my sweetheart, I am in your sway.”

January Hymn

“On a winter Sunday I go to clear away the snow and green the ground below.”

“April all an ocean away. Is this the better way to spend the day?”

“What were the words I meant to say before you left?”

“Maybe I should just ‘let it be’ and maybe it will all come back to me.”

“How I lived a childhood in snow…”

All Arise

“Baby wants a new spin.” / “Baby wants a broken heart.”

“Hear you found a lynchpin to keep it all from falling apart.”

“You keep on rollin’.”

“Better kick it from your big, brown eyes.”

“Like a ship at ocean.”

“Just be mine tonight.”

“So the dollar-shop shoppers broke the lock and they knocked you down.”

“Better call the coppers if you need someone to push you around.”

“You keep on stealin’.”

This is Why We Fight

“Come the war, come the avarice, come hell…” / “Come attrition, come the reek of bones…”

“This is why we fight, why we lie awake.”

“When we die, we will die with our arms unbound.”

“Bride of quiet, bride of all unquiet things…” / “Bride of hell…”

“So come to me. Come to me now.”

“Lay your arms around me.”

Dear Avery

“Dear ___, I think of you only.”

“Were you waving, were you dead on the vine?”

“Oh ___, to think of you lonely.”

“I could just grab you by the nape of your neck.”

“There are times life will rattle your bones and will bend your limbs.”

“But you’re still far and away.”

“Don’t you shake alone.”

Wrecked season 3 but it's only Rhys Darby's scenes part 3

the one sending in the prompt is the one comitting the action . [ add * for role reversal ! ]

Be not afraid.

We are werewolves, not swear wolves!

Anton talks about the trauma waking up next to a severed head that you recognise