#{{meme reply}}

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

//I took a few liberties with this. More like running into each other than him finding her.

Jalon was a mess by the time she returned to the abbey. She managed to fight off the bandits on the way back from her last trip, but gods above and below, she took a beating in the process.

She was too tired to do more than heal the worst injuries, enough to stop most of the bleeding. There were still scrapes and bruises everywhere from the fight.

Running into Aldric on her way to the stables when she was returning the horses and cart was a surprise, and she didn't like that he was seeing her like this. Not that it could be helped. His worried expression made her feel mildly embarrassed to be seen this way.

She smiled tiredly at him, "Don't worry...they're dead."

Arranged Marriage Starters

She stared at him a bit nervously.

She was never meant to be in this position. Her parents promised her to the church and yet here she was, days after being told there was a change of plans and that she would be marrying him instead of her twin sister. Did he even know it was her instead of Karlie?

"I..." She didn't have a choice. It was her duty to marry him and...represent the family. But God, did he even know? "Did...did they tell you it would be me instead of my sister marrying you now? I'm Jalon, not Karlie. They told you, yes?"

She didn't want him in the dark; if he didn't know he was getting her instead of Karlie, then he needed to be told.

Subtle NS/FW

The gown was white, with a floor-length, brocade cape. The cape had golden fur around the edges, although Jalon wasn't sure what animal it came from. She thought he would go for her clothes first, instead the crown and hair piece were the first things Arthur removed. His touch was gentle as he carefully lifted the hair piece from her braided bun. Jalon's heart was racing, and her hands were gripping the edge of her cape to keep them from shaking.

Their wedding night, where they were supposed to consummate it. She knew where things went, but not much more than that. Did he know what he was doing?

She reached up and undid the clasp on her cape, letting it fall to the floor. Jalon offered a timid smile, telling herself to be confident.

Be brave. You can do this. It's just sex. It's not like you're going to war. And he's not forcing himself on you; he's taking his time.

She trusted him to be gentle with her, to be...not accommodating, but considerate might be a better word for it. He had been so far, so she doubted he was going to do anything terrible.

There was a silent question in his eyes when he leaned in, and Jalon nodded to him, moving to meet him part way. His kiss was just as gentle and sweet as their first kiss in the church during their wedding. It wasn't chadte, but it wasn't deep yet either. Color still bloomed across her cheeks and low in her belly, a welcome sensation.

✯ what’s their favorite official art of themselves?

"Are you implying there's art of me that doesn't captivate you fully? well, then I suppose my answer may surprise you..."

- @undergroundnightingale

{🩹 sender bandages receiver’s wound with careful hands}

“. . .ow.” The stoic doctor grumbles while Nurse Mitzi works on the bandage. Artie had gotten a scalpel through the shoulder after letting one of their reagent patients loose from their binds on good behavior. Good behavior that only lasted about ten seconds before the reagent grabbed a weapon and stabbed them. They were able to press the panic button under their desk before anymore damage could be done. The guards took the reagent away, leaving Artie to be tended by the nurse.

[Wounded] Vaggie is severely injured and has just collapsed.

“Some people fight for justice. I just fight because I don’t know how to stop..." The old woman pauses and raises her brows with a smile, "...Or more so I've been trained to provide the positive feedback loop." 💌@grandma-susan

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 : 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“Oh Susan, you beautiful old bitty, you. I can believe it.” Prin listened intently, nodding along to the woman’s words. For her, Susan was such a gas she didn’t even mind possibly being the next target of scrutiny. It was a pardon for the price of entertainment. “You truly are a gem amongst sinners. Please never lose that je ne sais quoi.”