#offrecrd

Oh, to heed caution to the wind and throw one’s arms around predator’s shoulders! The line of his body SHUDDERS, from tip to toes, feeling the length of her all down his back ( light, but not entirely weightless ). Pale fingers grip a pencil in their length, tight, tight, tight, so tight... But it does not break ( not yet ). Moments pass before he’s realized she asked a question; he’s too focused on the task at hand to notice the husky change in his voice.

SHE  DOESN’T  MEAN  TO  BE  RUDE ;   julie  just  finds  it  hard  to  approach  the  campfire ,  &  thus  sticks  to  sitting  in  the  shadows.  /  & ,  um ,  hopefully ,  she  isn’t  bothering  the  zarina  much  either  with  her  request  to  talk  out  here.  /  she’s  still  fresh  from  a  trial ,  breathing  still  haggard  &  throat  a  little  dry ,  & ,  jesus  she  hopes  she  isn’t  bothering  zarina  at  all.  “  are  you ...  ”

Soft snore rises from the back of hoarse throat, long body stretched out over blueprints, ideas, notes. Pale blond hair is splayed out over the dark oak of the work desk, light sleep DOMINATING the Deathslinger’s face. His hat is easily removed. Maybe he truly is asleep. Maybe she can even take his hat for her own, sneak out the back-. 

SNATCH. Feminine wrist is now locked in vice-like grip, squeezing just enough to try to get her to drop it. This was not a trial. Caleb’s anger was not directed towards her. 

Send me ✵ to catch my muse under the mistletoe! ( NOT ACCEPTING )

The realms are adrift, alight with snow, pale, curling, falling to the ground amidst the ever growing shrieks of torment and pain. It crunches under the Deathslinger’s boots as he makes his way through Glenvale, harsh sound of his breathing ( INHALE ) preceding him. Pale eyes immediately note any difference between now and the way he last left it, white irises flickering up to see ( damn he who messed with his property! ). 

There, hanging in the doorway: white berries with evergreen leaves hang, as if to mock him for something. She is there, too, his precious Zarina, looking as youthful and alive as ever. Tall frame moves to push past her into the saloon, not heeding the significance of said plant.

@offrecrd​  𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓  𝐀  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ...   “   so  -  why  don't  you  tell  me  who  you  really  are?   „    (   *  SCREAM  FILM  PROMPTS  /  ACCEPTING.   )

“   𝐨𝐡         𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭,  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?   „    words  drip  from  his  tongue  like  a  sickeningly  sweet  honey,  like  sugar  on  his  tongue,  sweet  enough  to  conceal  the  bitter  venom  hiding  beneath.  he  feigns  contemplation  to  toy  with  her,  curiously  weighing  his  head  from  one  side  to  another  &  accompanied  by  a  low  hum  in  thought,  until  the  the  tense  silence  is  broken  by  the  laughter  blooming  from  his  chest,  breaking  out  into  a  delighted  tone.   “   but  there’s  no  fun  in  having  the  ending  spoiled  for  you,  is  there ?   „   he  reaches  forward  &  grabs  the  bottom  of  her  jaw  between  gloved  index  &  thumb,  forcefully  bringing  her  gaze  to  meet  his  own.  there  is  nothing  tender  or  familiar  in  his  touch ;  he  holds  her  face  so  frightfully  tight,  nearly  enough  to  bruise.  (   i  want  to  be  there  when  you  figure  it  out.  THIS  REVELATION  PROMISES  TO  DEVOUR  YOU  WHOLE,  MY  DEAR.  I  WANT  TO  WATCH  YOU  AS  IT  DOES.  )