hiatus from 9/2 - 9/11

arm steady, blessing steps carefully over the bridge of dom’s arm to pause at his wrist, sniffing delicately at catalyst’s hair. dom smiles. 

a  distinct  pause,  his  mood  has  taken  a  nose  dive   –   and  the  reason,  well,  it  should  be  obvious  in  the  way  shirt  clings  to  his  form  with  shades  of  crimson.  it’s  sticky  and  the  smell  leaves  plenty  to  be  desired.     ❛   it’s  not  mine.   ❜

STARTER  CALL   ▸     @peacecounty

——- ❝ Not sure, I think some elk, maybe one or two moose. ❞ She looked inside the bag, ❝ I tried to salvage what I could from the recent hunts. Thought putting it to good use. ❞ She smiled, which was RARE.      ❝ I also brought you some stew. Ya’know, so you don’t starve. ❞ KIDDING, she knew he could handle himself. But she made extra knowing she was going to visit him today, ❝ So, may I come in ?  ❞

‘ oh, of course, sorry, ‘ he does look a touch embarrassed for his manners, stepping away from the door and bringing the herd of dogs with him as he moves towards the kitchen. freya hangs back, sniffing at the bag and newcomer as dominic points to a place on the counter for the stew. 

@peacecounty​​  ♡’d.

                                                 ——❝    i    promise    you,    it    is    nothing. ❞      he writes it so surely,    with hand steadier than he truly feels.    it is not the first time he has returned injured,    it will not be the last.    not with how catalyst has been chosen to be the one to demolish all of this,    not when he is the one who will bring everyone down to their knees.    he did not come here for pity,    he came here because he was exhausted.    because he knew he could recover safely.

                                   but at the cost of worrying,    is it truly worth it,    then?

                                                     ❝     it  will  not  hinder  me,  i   just  need  to  rest.    ❞

the worry settled in his chest feels like a second unbeating heart. he knows, he knew, when they became closer that this was an inevitability. dominic isn’t ever going to be able to convince him to stop before the war outside kills him, and he knows it’s not his place to ask in the first place. the cost of neutrality comes high. still, he sighs, grasping the fingers writing on his arm and pressing his lips to catalyst’s knuckles. 

          ‘Is this how you flirt? Build a nice shelter, prove you’re a provider?’     He hikes up his pants, so his ass wont hang out while he’s crawling around on the floor, and drops to his knees to shuffle inside.      ‘ FUCK — I’m into it.’  

“I think I just want an explanation, more than anything.”

hey buckos pretty sure i might start doing the thing where if you don’t tag nsf/w normally like a normal person who isn’t gonna make me put in extra work just so i don’t get fucking triggered and have a bad day because this fandom has been the worst fandom i’ve ever been in when it comes to tagging things 

because this has been asked a few times: no. nsfw / isn’t enough. it’s only “enough” because i have it specifically tagged on mobile. just fucking tag it nsfw with nothing else.