#deathlass

@deathlass​ said : wrap from fjord ( for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. )

jester she doesn’t have a chance to greet him before his arms encircle her waist and she moves , almost instinctually , to allow him to pull her into the hug . she stiffens , surprised , as he presses his cheek to her shoulder , silence permeating her room heavily despite the millions of thoughts racing through her head that don’t seem to make their way to her mouth in their usual rapid fire manner . it takes her a second longer than it should before she unfreezes , melting against him as she wraps her arms around his shoulders . his grip tightens around her waist & her nails scratch softly at the hair at the back of his neck . this is new . comforting for her even though she knows he needs it & nice . maybe even nicer than the kiss , she thinks , because she’s not dying . because he’s doing it just because he’s finally feels comfortable enough to . 

she closes her eyes against the wave of feelings that course through her , feelings she’s been working so hard to push down . confusing , confusing feelings she’s not sure of anymore . it’s not a good reason to avoid him , she knows . it’s selfish & it’s unfair when , more than anything , she wants to be there for him . embarrassment about dragging him into the wrath of a god on rumblecusp aside , whatever feelings ( besides the friendship that she cherishes too much to endanger now ) she has for him aside . she’ll take this , being a port in the storm that continues to swirl around him despite his every effort , over nothing at all .   ❝   fjord , i want you to know that i - that we won’t let him take you from us . i won’t . i promise .   ❞   she whispers , a fervent promise that she fully intends to keep as she holds him for as long as he needs her to .

“her name is vex.  did you know she and vax are twins?”  “i could tell by the bone structure and contempt.” 

@deathlass​ said : we can share the bed. if that’s not weird. ( fjorester ofc )

at least eight dirty jokes that she just knows will make him blush pop into her head & she presses her fangs into her bottom lip so they only manifest themselves in a small smile she’s unable to keep completely to herself as she puts her things down . maybe she’s just gotten so used to being in the safety of the dome instead of in separate rooms but she should’ve known better than to follow veth when she had that look in her eye . it’s not that she’s mad at veth for tricking her ( she’s definitely embarrassed but it was a pretty good trick ) . it’s just that she knows that sometimes , maybe , she’s not sure why but she can make fjord uncomfortable & it’s the last thing she wants to do . the last feeling she wants him to have around her . it is why she’s so surprised he offers to share the bed before either of them can offer to take the floor , though .   ❝   oh . yeah ! of course , fjord . i don’t mind if you don’t . i know you said before that you hadn’t really slept with a lot of girls and maybe that’s why you only sleep with caleb or caduceus but i mean we’re actually just going to be sleeping & that’s it . so , it’s not like there’s any pressure .   ❞   she cringes inwardly , letting out a short & frustrated breath as she starts taking her armor off . she was supposed to be diffusing the situation . isn’t this what she’d just stopped herself from doing ? this is perfectly normal - she’s slept with beau & veth & caduceus & they’re her friends , just like fjord is . it shouldn’t be any different . it’s not different . fjord does not have feelings for her beyond their amazing friendship she’s come to love so much , she’s known that for a long time & she can pretend that there aren’t butterflies fluttering her stomach - she does it all the time !    ❝   not that there was any pressure before . i just - want you to be able to sleep ok . with , you know ... with me .   ❞   she says softly , her eyes carefully avoiding his . 

         ❝  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ❞ before elain can answer, however, nesta is already depositing the giant fern by the shop’s opening. menial work has never been her strong suit, but for elain, she would do it. 

she shakes out her hand, massaging the meaty part absentmindedly as she runs a critical eye over everything. last night, she’d been up until the wee hours, working on her doctoral dissertation. already, scholars and interviewers for high stakes publications were contacting her. she’d had to change her number twice. 

❝ don’t look so nervous. this is going to be a huge success. I will make sure that everyone from my department will show up. ❞ she set her hand on elain’s shoulder and squeezed. ❝  in the meantime. reconsider my suggestion for a fountain? the shop is certainly large enough. ❞

         𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓, when micah had used bryce to open all those portals to hel –– it had opened portals to other places too. places where other fae existed. fae like elain archeron. 

she’d been found the morning after the daemons escaped and wrecked havoc over crescent city. in a torn dress made from some stunning taffeta, with crumpled flowers in her hair –– she looked the way bryce had always imagined a fae princess might look. 

bryce had brought her to the apartment. she’d taken to sleeping next to hunt, so the spare bedroom was free. syrinx, her chimera, sniffed cautiously around elain and put his lion’s head at her feet when bryce sat her down, returning with cool water and a banana. 

&.    @deathlass​    prompted:    ❛    you’re    driving.    i’ve    got    even    less    time    left    on    earth    than    i    thought.    ❜ 

❝        you’re     insistent     on     keeping     that     rusty     can     in     threat     of     imploding     at     any     moment     &     it’s     my     driving     you’re     concerned     with     ?        ❞        an    offended    scuff    parts    rose    tinted    lips    --    the    audacity    this    little    worm    has.    quickly    switching    her    foot    to    press    sharply    on    the    breaks,    GRINNING    as    bella    jerked    forward    before    her    seatbelt    reeled    her    back    into    her    place.        a    soft    noise    resembling    an    ‘    oops    ’    drips    into    the    air    with    no    WEIGHT    behind    it    as    she    readjusts    herself,    checking    the    rearview    mirror    to    tuck    a    strand    of    ashy    blonde    back    into    place    before    continuing    driving,    relishing    in    the    SMALL    victory    of    silencing    bella    if    only    for    just    a    brief    pause.        ❝        besides     --     i'm     not     that     lucky.        ❞

she sets her hand on catra’s. smiling, adora gives it a squeeze. ❝ there’s still so much of etheria you haven’t seen. so much food, catra. better than the rations bars by a hundred miles. –––– what do you say? ❞