ROT.

Her eyes gaze upon the wares before her in serious contemplation. Provisions, traveling supplies, rope—all items required to continue a journey. All items she absolutely could not afford. She groans. What rotten luck.

Her ruminations on the state of her finances are interrupted by the presence of another. At first, there's no response; not realizing the intended recipient was herself. Several moments pass in awkward silence before, blinking, she finally looks up.

...

Oh, he was staring at her. Fuck.

" Err, you're ... talking to me? " She confirms. " Wouldn't say I'm lost per se... "

His eyes trail over the items she had been looking through, bringing a hand up to his chin as he closes his eyes in thought. He'd already done most of his errands for the day.. and of course a man of faith would never let someone go without.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

@ofbaptism asked: ❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞ ( i NEED to see her and ansel interact )

Head   cocked   to   the   side,   wings   rising   curiously.   "Hm??   You've   heard   about   me?"   Linnea   couldn't   think   of   anything   particularly   noteworthy   about   herself,   at   least   nothing   that   would   be   interesting   enough   to   share   with   strangers.   -The   thought   lingered   at   the   back   of   her   mind   before   realization   dawned   on   her.

"oooooh,   through   the   adventures   guild,   right?   Did   you   need   an   advisor??"

To her question, he shakes his head with a short bow, hand against his chest - radiating almost a princely aura.

a god must feed. a god must be fed.