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My first WW post of the year! Ty to all who have tagged me over the few months! Today's theme is eyes 👀 Titles omitted because it's a secret for now <3 For those who do know, it's OUR secret <3

WIP #1

Tears are still running down his cheeks and without thinking, I lick them. My tongue follows the wet line leading towards the corner of his eye. I end it with a kiss, hoping that maybe the brush of my lips would seal away his tears. My lips don't stop there. I peck kisses on every part of his face that I like: his forehead, just below his widow’s peak; his eyebrow, the one he loves arching; and then, his eyelids that hold those grey eyes. The same eyes I spent most my life trying to figure out the colour of. I used to have this dumb belief that if I could just pinpoint the exact name or shade, I'd finally understand a little more about him. Tonight, his eyes are more of a blue than a green. Maybe it’s because of the moonlight. Maybe it’s because of his tears. I continue placing kisses on his face. I give plenty down his nose to the end where it’s slightly crooked. I did that. His nose deserves extra kisses.

WIP #2

She tells Snow, “Behind you.” He quickly turns around, his desperate, blue eyes searching frantically, looking everywhere around me. Then his eyes meet mine and instead of immediately looking away, his gaze lingers, searching inside my eyes as if staring long enough might reveal what he’s looking for. He's exhausted; we've been doing this for weeks. It takes every fibre of my being to not scream out, "I'm here, Simon, you've found me! I've been here with you this whole time! You don't have to look for me anymore; you can finally rest." But I don't. Because I've already tried, and the outcome is always the same. I know this time won't be any different, yet I still find myself holding my breath just in case. As if a spell was broken, he blinks a few times and with a frustrated growl, he turns back towards the nymph and says, “No one's there.”  “What do you seek—” “Forget it.” Snow says, storming off.

Tags, Snowbaz milestones, and book goals below the cut.

It’s a mystery how everything happened.

We know I have some magic in me; Guildmaster Ebb told us. Sure, I set some things — okay, everything on fire during practice, but never the size of a whole village! (Thankfully that one's abandoned.) I’m not even good at magic. That’s why I have a sword.

“Maybe it’s your heightened emotions.” Penny said. “It’s common to get a sudden burst of energy under pressure.”

“So my raging crush on Baz led me to spontaneously combust. Makes sense. I do get flustered when we touch.”

“You are the barbarian of our group — What?”

“Huh?”

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Before Guildmaster Ebb took me in, they say I was raised by barbarians. 

"That explains the lack of clothing." Penny would reply.

"And the lack of manners." Baz would add.

Agatha would just ask, "Are you sure it was barbarians or were they bears?" 

Either's pretty badass.

I’d daydream what it'd be like to be raised by my parents. Heroes and alive. 

Once I told the Guildmaster that I wanted to be like them. That maybe becoming a hero would prove that I was their child. 

She looked at me with tender eyes and hugged me for a long time.

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I dream about her. Or the thought of her at least. I haven't formed any solid memories of my mother. I was too young when she passed.

When I sleep, I feel her hands push or pull me. Like guiding me somewhere. To do something. Maybe all I can remember is her gentle touch.

I believed this to be a habit of mine. Something I've yet to outgrow. All the angst I've stored up and my dreams are the only outlet. But, when I started to doubt myself, when I thought about going back to the palace, she pushed back

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After finishing a request from our guild, Agatha insisted we stop by one of the local taverns since we’re nearby. It’s a popular place woman frequently go to. It's called Wulti-level Warketing. Or WLW for short. Can't say I recognize the language.

Eventually Penny went off to restock supplies and Baz left to deliver a letter. Not knowing what to do with myself, I look around for Agatha and find her at the bar.

The barkeeper’s got massive muscles and—woah, Agatha’s smiling. She hasn’t done that since Penny blew off part of her hair… again.

They look good together.

The artwork I remixed is from @rimeswithpurple Shaved and text-less versions + details below the cut!

We set the village on fire. Accidentally. We accidentally set the village on fire. Or rather, I set the village on fire. Accidentally, that is. 

We took odd jobs our first year. This one seemed simple enough: Deliver an item for this elderly woman in an almost abandoned village. 

It was a trap.

Surrounded by goblins, Penny blasted their heads off while Baz was a whirlwind of daggers and steel. 

With overwhelming numbers, they disarmed and cornered us. I threw myself on top of Baz, shielding him from an attack.

The world was sent into aflame. Baz being the center.

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