#loyalxtotheend

「   RP MEME :     WAYS TO REACT TO AN INJURY  .   」   @loyalxtotheend​ asked:    ‘ here, let me help you. ’  from lydia, pre-s1 verse?

                MINERVA HADN’T HEARD    the door open,  nor had she heard footsteps approaching her.  She had been distracted,  she supposed.  Normally she was much more on edge,  much more observant than that,  aware of even the slightest sound.  But not now.  Now she felt groggy,  barely half-conscious as she tried to scrub the blood from her skin. 

                Lifting her head quickly from where it rested against the side of the tub,  her eyes widened,  every muscle in her body suddenly tense when she heard the other woman speak.  But as her gaze fell on Lydia,  she relaxed,  just a little.  

            Tilda had been bringing Minerva her breakfast like she always did, though the moment she had pushed the door open, the tray had dropped right out of her hands, dishes shattering loudly on the floor. Minerva was nowhere to be seen, but glaringly obvious in the middle of the floor was a pool of blood, more blood than anyone could stand to lose and still live. She could swear her heart stopped. No no no. Had the Baron finally gone too far? It was only a matter of time, it had always just been a matter of time. She could feel tears starting to run down her cheeks as she turned and fled the room.

            Rounding the corner, she found herself running straight into Lydia. Lydia? What was she doing here? Was Quinn here too? She had thought they weren’t due for a few more days still. It didn’t matter.

            She noticed blood stains on the woman’s dress, and stared up at her with wide eyes.

Send me "Is that my shirt?" for my muses reaction to getting caught wearing your muses shirt @loyalxtotheend​ asked:    “Is that my shirt?” (from thom obviously because I HAD TO)

                IT HAD BEEN LATE    when she had returned,  as she had promised she would.  Finding Thom already sleeping  ( much to her relief -- he clearly needed it ),  the thought crossed her mind to simply leave him to rest.  But she had given her word that she would come back,  she wouldn’t go back on that.  She wasn’t entirely certain where the sudden impulse had come from,  but soon she was discarding her clothing and pulling on one of his shirts instead before slipping beneath the blankets beside him.  Her hand found one of his,  a faint smile crossing her lips as she drifted off to sleep with much more ease than was familiar to her. 

                Moiraine had been awake for some time by the time Thom began to stir,  curled up in the chair that sat in the corner of the room,  a book propped open in her lap.  She flipped absently through the pages,  reading a passage here and their,  but with little focus.  Her gaze flickered over to the gleeman when he spoke,  and a hint of a smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth.  “Well,  I would assume so,  considering it was in your room,”  she replied in an even voice,  a small shrug accompanying her response.  

Random Sentence Starters @loyalxtotheend​ asked:   'you’re safe with me’ thom @ moiraine

                OH,  SHE WANTED TO BELIEVE THAT,    she really did.  Dark eyes fixed on the small fire in front of her,  and she took a brief moment to turn that statement over in her mind,  dwelling on it.  Finally her gaze flickered over to him,  quizzical,  skeptical,  but kind.  It seemed to Moiraine that he was trying to be  reassuring -- she wouldn’t fault him for that. 

formidable fluff starters   @loyalxtotheend​:  “There is a blanket big enough for both of us.” {from han. maybe on the falcon on the way to bespin? bc... gimme the sass but also awkwardness}

      “I’m sorry. Was I being proud of you too loud?"

*Galen straightening his clothes while walking*

Galen: How do I look?

Proxy: Same as always. Why?

Galen: No reason.

Galen: Straighten up a bit you're making me look bad.

Proxy: What's the matter with you?

Gale n: Nothing, just calm down.