#awkward dance

Currently c:

I love you so much Taylor, you are so amazing and empowering, your work is art.

Draal had felt the near encounters of death before. Fighting Bular had not been easy, and when he retrieved the amulet from the ground bridge he feared that was his end. Thankfully, it only took his arm. An easy fix. Yet, now as he plummeted from the crystal caverns, a snarling, struggling assassin in his grasp, he could only think of you. How would you fair without his presence? Would you accept his death and move on? Or would you live a life of grief? He secretly hoped you wouldn’t do what he did when he mourned. Turn angry and vengeful towards others. He wanted you to be happy, even if he couldn’t be there to implement it himself. Draal gasped when he felt the knife being yanked from his chest and Angor rot quickly broke free from his strong grip. He watched helplessly as the troll leaped, clinging to the crystal wall and watched him fall with disgust clear in his burning amber eyes. Before he hit the ground, the painful process of turning to stone was complete. He didn’t feel a think when he it the ground.“Draal?” A familiar, hazy voice echoed. He could feel himself coming back, his conscious recollecting itself as he processed his surroundings in a sickly manner. Was he in the after-life? Was this his father here to greet him?  He lifted his head, although groaned as his head ached as though he had drank seven pints of Glug the other night. “Father?” He rasped, eyes hazy.“Draal, you’re alive!” A small, soft figure through themselves into his chest, startling him. He blinked, looking down at the human who was looking up at him with fat, watery tears rolling down their cheeks. Draal felt astonished and he squinted at the human before his eyes widened as he recognized who exactly he was looking at. You looked nearly the same as he remembered, if not a little older. Why were you here? He looked around wildly, and noticed that he was behind a waterfall, the one that entered the Crystal caverns. The place of his death. “(Y/N)?” He rasped and you nodded eagerly. “How…” He shook his head, groaning. “I was turned to stone!” You wiped a tear with your sleeve before shakily holding a empty vile. “I made an antidote from the recipe we got for Arrgh,” You whispered, tucking the vile into a pocket. “It took a few years to dig through the caverns, Yet, Here you are.” You finished, tearing up once more. Draal was speechless for a few moments before he released a fond laugh, eyes closing as you sniffed with a joyful smile on your face. It was certainly good to be back.

when The Last Shadow Puppets comes on

Some awkward Jim dancing for you, @leeliffer-blog :)

I’m probably going to Hell for this, so, I might as well make it worth the trip. Any requests?