#multimoose

Smol giftie for @multimoose!! I hate how much I love this ship.

                                                                              act one ... @multimoose​​​ liked.

IT’S  NOT  OFTEN  THAT  SHE  WANDERS  far  from  ormond  resort ;  she  makes  a  point  not  to  disturb  other  killers.  the  victims ,  though ...  julie  can’t  help  it.  she’s  always  had  a  bit  of  a  teasing  streak ,  susie  can  attest  to  that.

they’re  also  such ,  such  easy  prey.  this  one ,  she  thinks ,  just  makes  her  job  easier.  (  don’t  bother  learning  names ,  either ,  jules.  it’ll  only  slow  you  down.  )  her  grin  echoes  the  one  on  her  mask  as  she  steps  on  a  twig ,  &  then  another ,  &  then :  “  you  seem  awfully  lonely.  ”  she  cocks  her  head  towards  the  general  direction  of  the  campfire ,  eyes  trained  on  jake  alone.  “  don’t  you  hang  out  with  them ?  ”

Long were the nights she spent sailing and, mostly, walking back towards Targon. She trusted few to take her there, and most did not even know where desert ended and mountain began. Still, the place’s mystery was not what kept her from coming back all those years, nor what made her steps heavy even if wide awake. There was undoubted apprehension, or even dread, whenever she thought about going back to the place that hated her. But even so, she knew none of what she did was because of her.

She arrived on the Mountain rather unceremoniously which, frankly, she found better that way. It’d only hurt her to see Leona then, and she did not need countless ra’horak after her head either. Though, as she walked towards the familiar Lunari ruins, it seemed she did catch a glimpse of... someone, a man. Her hand slowly hovered towards the hilt of her blade, if only for her own comfort. She recognized his clothes, and the symbol plastered across his chest.

There was no doubt he was one of them... Just as she was.

EVEN A WILTED HEART MAY EVENTUALLY GROW FONDER, when generously nourished with enough warmth and love. Careful are the affectionate gestures of the vastaya, whose lithe fingers gently separate his long tresses into symmetrical bundles in pursuance of weaving wild flowers in them  ;  she has picked each bloom herself, following not her instincts or her personal tastes, but the ancient traditional significance laced with each one of them. Strength, beauty, power, fleeting loyalty, springtime love... Speckles of crimson and purple and yellow thus begin to shimmer across an ocean of dark blues, become the stars to his night and momentarily manage to overwhelm the ingrained scent of VIOLENCE with honeyed and strong fragrances. There is a sudden titter and the she-fox leans forward in pursuance of planting a soft kiss ‘pon the top of his head  ;  docile, much too docile.   ❝  The prettiest assassin of Ionia.  ❞

     IT WAS EARLY, school wasn’t starting for a few hours but it wasn’t like jess had to go. in the five years people were missing she still went to school and graduated. now, she was kind of lost now that everyone was back. people who used to be her age now weren’t, people who were her classmates were just learning what she had years ago. everything felt...off.

     and that’s why she was here outside peter’s window before he went to school, to offer help or solace or whatever it was he needed. letting go of the building and taking footing on the fire escape, she reached forward and gave a gentle tap on the window.

        ❛    well,  i‘ve  been  afraid  of  changing  ‘cause  i’ve  built  my  life  around  you.    ❜   //   landslide:  fleetwood  mac

        ❛    i’m  getting  pretty  good  at  it.   dad  says  that  i’ll  be  hitting  every  bulls - eye  in  a  year,  but  i  think  that’s  just  something  he  has  to  say.    ❜