#fireballsandsmokechains

Despite the absolute ridiculousness of his appearance under such a large and heavy robe, it was the only way for him to actually follow her outside in such hellish weather. Winter - while the most aesthetically pleasing of the seasons - was not his favorite time to be outdoors, even if the cold was technically only mild at this point. Pulling his fur-lined hood up over his head more, he would sigh as the frost nipped at his nose relentlessly.

“...I have no idea why you want to be here right now, but I’d rather you not take your time.”

🔷 a kiss on the eyelid

        She was beautiful when sleeping. All the weariness was gone from her features; she looked at peace. It was a rare look to behold, and thus it was even more precious.

✲ for a random one of the above. ☁ for a trail of kisses along your muses body

♗ - my muse is discussing their ideal partner and suddenly realize they’re describing yours

“My ideal partner?” Tiana thought about the question for amoment. “Honestly, someone who is blunt. I know it sounds weird but I wantsomeone who is honest. But at the same time I want someone who can be kind andhas a heart.”

“Hm,” Megara nodded. “Continue.”

“I also like someone who is a bit sassy too,” Tianacontinued. “Someone who keeps me on my toes.”

“Almost sounds like me.”

Tiana was silent for a second.

“Well, in a way,” Tiana gave a small smile. “They would haveto be selfless too….like you.”

“Like me?” Megara repeated.

“Yeah, a lot like you.”

EXCUSE MEEEEE

16. a happy kiss.

        A year. It had been a full year before she could input the beloved set of coordinates into the Gate and step through the glistening blue portal again.

        Tracking Meg down was not particularly hard; She was, after all, a princess. Helga thanked the citizen who had informed her and set out.

        Just as told, there she was, sitting in a garden, looking statuesque and solemn and world-wearied...

        ...And beautiful.