#blightmantra

Here’s a screencap I already had saved so I guess I’ll start here. Luz knocks Amity into the mud and without a single word flops down into the mud herself. She recognizes that Amity would be uncomfortable/embarrassed be being muddy so she just quietly sits in the mud in solidarity.  Luz does so many little things to make Amity feel safe/comfortable and thats why she falls for Luz. I don’t think Amity has ever had someone she trusts enough to be vulnerable in front of. Ed and Em love her, but they tease her/pick on her. She cares about them but she can’t be vulnerable to them.

When Luz makes Amity repeat “we can do this together” that’s a super vulnerable moment for Amity. She’s uncomfortable, but she wants to try because she wants to trust Luz. She is trying so hard to be open and vulnerable. I’ve seen a lot of talk about love language. Amity’s love language is being vulnerable/letting people in. Without knowing it Luz is the first person to break down Amity’s walls, and make her feel safe. That’s why Amity is scared. Being vulnerable when you’re the kind of person to put up walls is terrifying. She knows she has put her whole heart in Luz’s hands and Luz doesn’t know. Immediately after this she starts to try and explain to Luz what happened between her and Willow but gets distracted by the inner Willow. Luz gets annoyed with her and shuts Amity down.

Passion burning , causing rapture of laughter Pressure building , falling faster & faster If I told you that you rock my world, I want you around me Would you let me call you my girl ?

@blightmantra​  /    MILOT CLERENBAND-PALLUS  /  EVELYN TREVELYAN

@blightmantra​ / fergus said ❝ let me help with that. ❞  

     Who in the bloody void placed the flower vases so high up?! too proud to get a stepstool. too stubborn to ask for help. teyrna eleanor cousland would simply ( well not entirely so simple ) attempt to reach as best she could. rolling to the tips of her toes and stretching as much as she could to the high shelf. there came a slightly surprised sound from her when a hand came to effortlessly pluck the vase off the shelf. brown eyes flecked with dusky sunlight would follow the vase and softly smile to the one holding it.

    ❝ oh, thank you, darling. ❞   relief marks her features. more so in the fact it wasn’t bryce. no doubt he would tease her to no end. not that she fully minded it. however in the moment she was far too frustrated in her endeavor. in a sigh she presses out the distressed ruffles of her dress with her hands, straightening her posture to glance up at her son. 

Revanelan had been watching the healer work for some time - it was not often that the Inquisitor ‘graced them with her presence’, as one of the other young women had stammered, clearly flustered. Although the Inquisitor had dismissed her, still, she stood nearby, fretting over some supplies that were just fine when Revan arrived. She pays no mind to the woman, frown settling in the corner of her lips as she contemplates just how to approach the one she had been told about.

Finally, the ‘Herald’ steps forward, making her way earnestly to the deaf elf’s side. Reaching out, she taps the young woman on the shoulder to get her attention before signing her greeting.