#meryn

mer au meme redraws :3

when you look at me (I can't remember to forget you)

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/1. T. 1.2k.

used to think that loving meant a painful chase (but you're right here now, and I think you'll stay)

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 6/6. T. 5.3k.

in the heat of your electric touch (I want to need you forever)

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/1. T. 2.9k.

lately she's undressing for revenge

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 8/14. E. 53.3k.

taking my realities (twist 'em into fantasies)

Meredith Grey/Taryn Helm. 1/1. M. 0.4k.

You Are In Love

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/1. G. 0.6k.

falling, falling (back into you)

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/1. E. 3.4k.

you and me (from the night before)

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/2. T. 2.5k.

maybe I could have you

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/1. M. 3.5k.

looking at me, looking over at you

Meredith Grey/Taryn Helm. 1/1. G. 1.1k.

already comfortable (with you)

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/1. T. 0.5k.

your love, your love (our love)

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery/Derek Shepherd. 1/1. T. 1.8k.

BITTERSUITE

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/5. E. 1.8k.

was it written in the cards that i'd lose you?

Addison Montgomery/Derek Shepherd, Meredith Grey & Addison Montgomery. 1/1. NR. 1.0k.

tore down my walls (so baby, I'm yours)

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/1. M. 2.7k.

want you to miss me (I want you to miss me)

Addison Montgomery/Derek Shepherd, Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/1. T. 1.8k. part 2 of revenge-verse.

Re: You're His Wife?

Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. 1/1. T. 6.0k.

not about you

Who needs oxygen when you can inhale clamps?

Before I post on the arfight webside: which version you like better?

I was about to draw Meryn with just open mouth but THEN I remembered about their nightmare-fuel teeth!!

February 25 - Day 7 Event/Recovery

Ashraniel’s pleasant babbling filtered into the kitchen from where he was playing in the living room of Meryn’s row house. Her half-brother had been gracious enough to watch his four year old nephew for a week while she’d been preoccupied with other business.

Lyn smiled and palmed her mug of coffee, the warmth between her palms an extension of the comfort that enveloped this home that Meryn and his husband had built together over the years. He set a pot of cooking mint in the middle of the table in front of her before drawling, overly-pleased, in his low-Thalassian, “I’ve got some bad news for you, Lyn.”

Meryn only carried that tone when he was about to be extremely annoying, and she sat up a little straighter in preparation for whatever he was about to drop on her, “About a mint plant? It looks great, but you’ve always had the green thumb between the two of us.”

He had inherited their grandmother’s inclination toward nature magic, something he hadn’t really had time to nurture until later in his adult years; his grasp of it was middling at best, but he had managed to get her some of the freshest cooking herbs she’d ever managed to get her hands on.

His smirk grew as he held his hands out in presentation, pointing at the lush plant sitting pretty in front of her, “Y’owe me fifty gold.”

No. She’d only been away for a WEEK. Her long ears slanted back and her freckled nose wrinkled as she shot a glance toward the living room before narrowing her eyes at her brother. “Absolutely not, he’s four. There’s no way he’s gotten his magic yet and—”

Meryn cut her off with a pleasant shout toward the living room, “Hey Ash! You wanna tell yer mom about th’ plant?”

They both looked at the doorway when Ash toddled over, the top of a small wooden spire tower in his hand that he’d brought over with him from whatever little city he’d been building, “I fixed it, momma! Uncle Em said it was sad, and that made me sad, so every day I talked to it and now it’s happy!”

Her brother grinned, obnoxiously pleased at the simple explanation, “An’ now it’s his friend, so y’own a mint plant.”

Lyn did her best not to huff — this was actually a big event, even if Ash didn’t realize it, and as much as she’d hoped he’d be a Light user like her there had always been a solid chance that he’d be able to use any kind of magic. Ana, his long deceased aunt, had been an arcanist, and between the surrogacy and not knowing who Ash’s father actually was or what they had been capable of… well.

She smiled back at her son, proud (if not a little miffed that she’d missed such a significant milestone), “You did a good job, hon. Maybe you can help make a window box with your uncle sometime soon, and we can pick up a few more sad plants at the Bazaar market on our way home?”

Ash beamed and bounced in place, obviously excited by the prospect, “YEAH!”

Her brother chuffed a pleased laugh, “Fine, fine. I’ll draw up some plans,” he leaned in and stage-whispered at Lyn for effect, “an’ buy some materials with th’ fifty gold you owe me.”

Lyn sighed and unlaced the coin purse from her belt, ready to pay up on a bet well won.

[ rn let’s pretend both of us don’t know what each other look like ]

"Could you hug me? Just for tonight."

regency au: claire gets bad news then a letter 

‘Arcturus, Cassiopeia, Polaris, Ursa Major...’

“Claire, do eat your breakfast, my darling.” Mrs. Prolux chides gently from across the table. At her mother’s voice, Claire’s visions of swirling constellations and shooting stars fade from her mind. She catches her mother’s eyes lingering on her hand, and finally notices her absent minded stirring of tea. 

“Sorry,” Claire apologizes softly, careful to remove the spoon. From the head of the table she can hear her father’s annoyed scoff. Claire feels her throat dry, and presses her shaking hands together on her lap, she takes notice of an envelope deftly torn open by her mother’s plate. “Mother, what letter did you receive?” She asks, hoping to be spared another lecture on daydreaming.

The night sky was still  overcast, but even so, a few stars pushed through the haze as the rain waned. Khaeris looked up, catching the last few drops on her cheeks. She couldn't help smiling, feeling them slide down and drop onto her damp dress. Coming out of the barn and back into the open air was refreshing. The barn had been cozy and warm with all the folks inside, sweet with the scent of hay, that musty smell of lofts and stalls. Outside though... Outside, the fresh scent of rain swept away the cobwebs from her spirit. The breeze was chilly and she got gooseflesh on her arms where her dress didn't cover. The susurrus of the voices still in the barn and the shuffling of feet and jackets being pulled on was comforting. They had all been right. It felt good to be somewhere else. She was going to need to look for other stars and nightskies than Silvermoon. She needed t o travel, her soul called for it. And she was ready to answer. She found a hill where she could look over the waning party and review her memories of the night to share. The smile in her voice was clear as she left the message for Pollux, though Meryn's comment about the war being over and wasn't Pollux home now had sent a single prickle of irritation though her. He wasn't home. So it was messages and photos, still. "Hi, hon. Tonight I went to a party in Silverpine, of all places. A 'hootenanny'. Apparently I should have worn plaid and suspenders. It was in a field and, just as Meryn said, I have hay in all sorts of places. t was a good time. I saw Meryn, Dicenne, Valarin--LOTS of folks! There were people from all over the world there. Junarra rode in on a donkey. I entered a shooting contest--got four out of my six targets with a revolver. I don't know if you'd be proud or disappointed in that number. Ha! Miss you."