#auriibus

Eris  was dead .  He’d  killed her .  He’d  killed his  cousin .  

Hours .  Hours had  he  spent by  her  side . Harry  entering  the  room , merely  convincing  him to  practically  move there .  He  wouldn’t  go   away  -  food  so  unimportant at  the  moment, so  absolutely  inessential . It  was  Eris that  mattered  the  most .  And so ,  he’d  remained seated on   the  chair by  her  bed , eyes  closing  after hours  and  hours of  sleeplessness .  

@auriibus asked: what do you want from me ?  ❜ ( allllfred )

SHE MAY HAVE THOUGHT it was an easy question, but it wasn’t. Alfred had no idea how to answer it. He was the king now; he had a thousand royal duties, a thousand obligations, not to mention his FAMILY. Oh, his family… a small part of him despised his wife, but a much larger part knew how SINFUL that was. How sinful it was, to have such impure thoughts about Eris when he was married. How sinful it was, to keep her from marrying Cerdic. How sinful it was, to do what he was about to do, what he couldn’t have twisted even if he TRIED.

Impulsively, he leaned forward, grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her in for a rough kiss. HE’D WANTED THIS for so long; he’d been craving it. It wasn’t their first kiss, and Alfred doubted it would be their last. He hoped not, at least. But reality kicked in quickly, and Alfred pulled away, panting slightly.

@auriibus asked: [ TERROR ] - sender hugs receiver out of sheer fear. ( Ragnar bc it'd be interesting ngl )

The hug caught Ragnar completely off-guard. But he supposed Eris had never really been in battle before, had never seen all the death and destruction that war could cause. And Uhtred… Uhtred was still on the field. Ragnar had seen Eris and immediately carried her off the battlefield, fighting off any Danes that tried to harm her with his sword, cutting them down.

@auriibus​ said: [ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them. ( Sev)

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

“When is the last time you ate?”

HE HAD LEFT THE LIGHTS OFF. There was a large leather bag on the chair next to him,, && he still had his coat on. Severus had no intention of staying, but there was no harm in sitting down for a few minutes. They were all asleep anyway. Just a few minutes. 

The old clock above the kitchen stove ticks away the seconds mercilessly && before he is well aware of it, he has been sitting in their kitchen for over half an hour. He hasn’t slept in days. Tensions were rising -- all of them could feel it. Only for Severus, this meant that both sides increased their demands on his time -- on his LIFE. At this rate, he wasn’t sure he would have to worry about the outcome for much longer.

He didn’t hear Eris come in. Only when she speaks, his head snaps up, eyes WILDE until he realizes it’s only her. What did she say? Blinking up, he make an effort to look awake. 

       ❝ I was just dropping these off -- ❞ he gestures towards the bag of potions, rubbing a hand over his face. 

      ❝ Did I wake you?❞

inspired by: Noticing Trauma sentence starters.

it was common knowledge now that alfred’s health was worsening. he was suffering under the pressures to not only stay alive, but stay strong. the danes wanted him dead, but that wasn’t new. alfred only wished he could overcome his illness, once and for all. but he couldn’t.

he was praying in the church when his guards came in and told him that eris was here and asking for him. alfred was shocked; had she come all this way just to see him? as he walked to the castle, he found himself growing anxious. what would she say? it had been so long.

Ron narrowed his eyes at her across the table. It was too bad that chucking food at someone was deemed bad manners. It was also unfortunate that he sat too far away from Eris to just kick her under the table or something. “Harry is a very happy hero. Aren’t you, Harry?”

It all just started because Ron tried desperately to get Harry to star in an advertisement for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, to which Harry had said he wasn’t sure whether that was Too Soon, and that him being involved in something so bright and happy while the ad would clumsily call him something heroic may be tasteless. To which Ron had asked whether heroes were never allowed to be happy.

To which Harry had to admit that Ron made a good point.

And then Eris’ question had also been a good point.

@auriibus​​​​​ asked :     ❛ well fuck me. ❜

The look that Amelia gave at Eris as her head snapped so sharply over towards her couldn't have been more dramatic. She gasped loudly, piercing green eyes wide and near bulging as her eyebrows turned furrow. If Eris had meant to utter such profanities under her breath ... it was well out and in the open now by Amelia's ... rather excessive reaction. "Geeez, Eris!" She exclaimed loudly, certainly earning a couple of students around them to spare a glance at the commotion, "Don't even bother to ask me out for a drink first!"