#* asks .

         BROKEN  GLASS  IN  THE  BEDROOM  AND  IT  IS  NOT  EVEN  NEW  YEARS  DAY  .  hardly  a  result  of  his  lack  of  stealth  .  on  the  contrary  ,  the  hunter  moved  with  the  soundless  grace  of  a  ghost  .  phantom  steps  through  the  halls  ,  not   a  single  wayward  creaking  floorboard  groaning  under  misplaced  weight  ,  not  a  footprint  to  be  found  .  he  is  a  heavily  armed  silhouette  in  a  house  full  of  unsuspecting  prey  .  mute  as  he  was  it  was  his  violent  intent  that  rung  out  like  china  shattering  against  the  hardwood  .  sharp  and  resounding  the  splintering  emotion  roused  the  witch  but  a  fraction  of  a  moment  before  a  silver  bullet  lodged  itself  in  her  skull  .  once  awake  the  bed  is  left  vacant  (  poof  ,  like  a  candle  snuffed  out  without  any  trace  of  smoke  )  transmuting  behind  the  gunman  she  tsk’s           this  was  bound  to  hurt  .   with  a  flick  of  her  wrist  he  is  airborne  ,  limbs  limp  as  a  rag-doll’s  as  he  sails  across  the  room  slamming  into  the  vacant  vanity  chair  .  surrounding  curtains  aiding  in  her  assailment  , coming  away  from  the  window  frames  to  encircle  wrists  and  ankles  ,   securing  him  against  the  wooden  frame  .  

                                      ‘  YOU’RE  UNBELIEVABLE  .  ’

          struggle  as  he  might  against  his  bonds  there  is  a  admirable  composure  to  his  words  .  though  ,  he  could  very  well  be  staring  death  in  the  face         AND  DEATH  IS  FAIR - HAIRED  /  DELICATE - BONED  ;  MURMURING  SWEETLY  WITH  BLACK  MAGIC  ON  HER  LIPS  .  ❛  i’m  afraid  flattery  will  get  you  nowhere  ,  mister  berkman  .  ❜  clairvoyance  had  never  been  the  supreme’s  cup  of  tea  but  knowing  the  right  people       that  had  always  been  her  own  unique  brand  of  spellwork  .  the  coven  may  find  her  fancies  frivolous  and  self-serving  (  they  were  right  to  think  so  )  but  knowing  the  enemy  was  instrumental  in  survival  and  survive  she  would  .  gossip  was  the  alter  and  she  the  willing  disciple  .  ❛  i  wouldn’t  be  opposed  to  watching  you  beg  though  .  it’s  always  amusing  to  watch  the  more  handsome  ones  squirm  .  ❜  the  corners  of  her  mouth  quirk  upwards  /  a  smile  of  questionable  origins  .   a  flash  of  teeth  that  is  more  a  warning  than  a  welcome  .  then  she  approaches  ,  a  robe  is  wrapped  around  her  nightgown       not  once  does  she  falter  in  her  telekinetic  hold  on  his  position  as  she  primps  . 

       most  definitely  .  the  events  of  the  island  were  very  scarring  for  him  ,  &  as  previously  stated  ,  ralph  has  to  attend  intensive  therapy  for  ages  afterwards  .  he  constantly  goes  to  sleep  with  dreams  of  killing  pigs  that  turn  into  boys  that  turn  into  simon  &  piggy  ,  &  he’s  constantly  reminded  over  the  dead  &  rotting  paratrooper  they  found  in  the  trees  ,  of  jack ,  of  that  chant  —  KILL  THE  PIG     (     THE  BEAST  ,  THE  BOY     )     SPILL  HER  BLOOD  ,  BASH  HER  IN  .  he  hears  it  every  time  he  closes  his  eyes  ,  sees  jack’s  bloodthirsty  face  ,  remembers  how  he  was  set  to  kill  ,  remembers  how  he  slowly  declined  into  insanity  ,  how  he  still  hasn’t  recovered  yet  .  ralph  often  disassociates  ,  &  he’s  basically  a  zombie  until  he  or  someone  else  snaps  out  of  it  ,  but  in  his  head  ,  ralph’s  going  through  a  waking  nightmare  .  he  has  good  memories  on  the  island  ,  but  these  seldom  shine  through  ,  too  often  overpowered  by  the  nightmarish  experiences  he  faced  .

       i  do  agree  with  that  !  i  actually  think  as  much  as  sexuality  is  kinda  fixed  in  some  ways  ,     (     you  don’t  choose  to     ‘     become     ’     gay  ,  it’s  who  you  are  ,  etc  .     )     ,  with  ralph  &  many  of  the  other  boys  ,  it  was  a  nuture  vs  .  nature  scenario  .  the  boys  weren’t  told  that  liking  other  boys  was  wrong  ,  &  right  from  the  beginning  ,  ralph  displayed  behaviour  that  showed  he  might  have  been  interested  in  boys  himself  .  from  the  way  it’s  described  he  looks  at  jack     (     including  the  scene  where  he  stares  at  jack’s  grey  shorts  that     ‘     clung  to  him  with  sweat     ’     )     ,  to  even  the  smallest  of  details  —  he  would  not  read  mopsy  &  topsy  because  it  was  about  two  girls  ,  maybe  just  because  of  the  time  period  &  the  obvious  attitudes  of  boys  at  that  point  ,  but  it  coincides  with  his  repeated  disinterest  in  all  things  girls  ,  moreso  than  characters  such  as  jack  &  roger  &  the  others  .  this  isn’t  to  say  that  ralph  is  wholly  homosexual  .  i  believe  that  he  is  bisexual  ,  but  through  the  overexposure  to  other  boys  during  puberty  ,  mixed  with  the  carnality  &  instinctual  nature  they  were  in  ,  that  ralph  probably  grew  up  with  more  of  a  leaning  preference  to  males  .  i  feel  like  when  he  gets  home  &  sees  a  girl  that  catches  his  eyes  ,  it  takes  him  aback  !  because  just  imagine  how  long  it’s  been  since  he  saw  a  girl  ,  especially  in  my  canon  ,  where  they’re  gone  for  five  –  six  years  .  but  to  make  a  long  story  short  ;  i  do  believe  ralph  is  bisexual  .

                 the man sits quietly in his study , surrounded by centuries worth of ancient text and artifacts. somehow, he’s managed to stay awake for three days straight. just reading , studying , taking notes. hasn’t left the room at all in those three days. he pushes himself too hard sometimes , and this was a prime example of. so when violet enters the room , he doesn’t hear. too focused. he rises to his feet , still ignorant to her presence , and walks toward his wall of books. blue fingers tap on the texts in front of him , eyes squinting. he’s searching for frankensteins notes. when suddenly , he hears his chair being moved. as edward turns to face her, he sees violet. standing on top of his chair with her arms extended. then she kisses his cheek.     

from : @huntsmark . to : vax'ildan .

a haphazard shrug pulls at his shoulders and slumps into his back . some tinge of embarrassment touches him as he's called out for his previous displays of grandiosity , and he'd like to wave them off as if they were nothing . but of course vex would notice . and of course she'd say something about it . avoidance of further bravado is all that steers his words when he speaks . " if you'd like to call it that . " a journey of self discovery ; sure . his new garb and his new skillset have proven useful enough , and with it , the plague on his mind .

from : @otlaw . to : astarion ancunin .

" well , do riddle me surprised . " for when this gruff stranger with a blade comes hurling toward him , why , of course , he'd flinch , evacuating from his path without a moment's hesitation . luckily for him , he'd worked only to slay the beasts that lie ever in the shadows , much to astarion's approval . though , he would not offer his trust , or anything else , to the common passerby . instead , he holds a dagger in the hand behind his back , and thinks that he might turn this situation over to further his advantage .

" i don't ! " take him lightly , that is . and as his sentence finishes , he reveals the knife , glinting in the sunlight that he is yet blessed to stand beneath , and places it firmly at his throat , " thank you for the help , dear , really . but , it would be remiss of me not to infringe on your heroism this day . from where do you come from ... cid , is it ? "