@askrossiel || meme

“Yes, yes! Can count on all Eridians!” he encourages without missing a beat, knowing full well just what it feels like to be entirely out of one’s element . . . atmosphere . . . away from home. Wondrous as such a situation can be—depending on the circumstances—it’s equally terrifying, and the last thing Rocky wants is for Rossiel to feel alone. His scarcely leaving her side is proof enough of that sentiment.

If not proof of something else entirely, which he refuses to acknowledge: He may be a little protective (since “possessive” sounds less appropriate) of her at this point.

delivered to you by mouse

What's in her pockets?

Melian does not carry many things with her:

Lembas, parcelled in leaves

A pouch of birdseeds

The lord of gifts

"I am fond of hounds, as I am sure that you know." Sauron's smile was sickly sweet. "And so for you, Rossiel, I have this."

Both women exchanged a brief glance. The answer was clear. "Smash," Tauriel said and winked.

Namo smiles gently at Rossiel. He gives her an ornate lantern - he made it himself.

"I usually reserve lanterns for souls, but this one is special. May it be a guide for when you feel lost. Its light shall not fade."

If Arwen were aware of those dreams, she would tell Rossiel that there is no reason to feel ashamed at all. Aside from the fact that nobody can control what they dream about, Arwen feels very flattered and happy to be considered desirable and attractive by Rossiel. It would perhaps have been a good gateway for the two of them to talk about it in more detail, about their feelings and how they might be able to progress with each other.

He was slumped over his desk, silence lingering for a just a moment before he lifts his head and squints a glare her way. His brain wasn't forming anything, nothing coherently - at the least. Coughing slightly, clearing his throat, the Joestar tried once more "You don't get to talk, grams." He says, knowing from experience because he's found her asleep with her head on her desk.