#ohnter

      I honestly still think it’s completely amazing that our paths have crossed again. From one fandom we both shared, to now and I am so completely glad you’re here! You are fantastic, and the lack of talking is likely from how scattered I can be OOC. However, I look forward to writing with you in the future, whether it’s in a few days or a few weeks. You are an absolute delight to have around.

       Happy holidays, hon and may your year be as a fantastic as you are.

new  songs  she’s  never  heard  but  in  distant  memories  or  dreams.   twinkling  beneath  frozen  waters.   cold  has  always  been  associated  with  death.   but  as  the  white  flurries  stick  to  raven  hair,    she  stops  a  while  on  the  street.    lifting  her  hand  to  catch  what  would  only  ever  become  droplets  of  wet  against  warmed  skin.      ❛    𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘  ----     how  strange  to  see  it  this  far  south.  ❜

SILENT WINGS BEAT behind the human. a flush of blooming air, powerful but even it is held back with grace. it is when the man would do better not to turn around----

        vladislaus changes from beast to man, and his CLAWS grasp the side of giles’s neck. carefully. his breathing is slow. he has NO HEARTBEAT.  

A thing to get use to, touching, and being touched in return. How at times he’d still instinctively flinch, years of a conditioned response from living out on his own. A decade without love and affection, left him adjusting to his new life, his child- his lover. Never was Giles a rough man, and for that he was thankful, knowing well his limits, what made him comfortable, and ensuring never to overwhelm him with such affection.

Still did it cause him to hold his breath, a gentle hitch in his throat, feeling the warmth of calloused hands gently cup his face. Eyes wide, he felt his heart leap into his throat, if only for a moment as the other leaned in. A kiss, that he could do, allowing his eyes to flutter shut, embrace the warmth and gentle feeling of his lips against his skin. A heat soon followed, skin growing flush at such a tender embrace, his hands lifting to gently hold his wrists, rocking onto his toes to try and close the gap in height between them.

“Mm..” Uncertain what to say in response, he did the only thing that he could think of- that felt right, allowing his lips to meet the hunter’s, savoring their closeness as hands moved to his chest to pull him closer. Never was he much good at romance- love- either giving or receiving- but with Giles? he was more than willing to try. Reason why he kept close, even after he broke their kiss, resting himself into the crook of his neck, trying to hide the obvious blush that crept across his cheeks.

     head  fell  sideways,   her  damp  hair  sticking  to  the  wet  parts  of  her  cheek.   morning  dew,   sometimes  they  thought  that’s  what  she  was  made  of.   water,    and  ice.   constantly  melting,   and  freezing  again.   freezing  you  out.     ❛ it  ain’t  like  that,   an’  you  know  it.  ❜   working  hands  moved  to  push  the  hair  from  her  face.   spotted  cheeks  the  color  of  blood  and  soft  as  roses.   ❛  it  ain’t  personal.  ❜

[ SO, IT WAS YOU. | still accepting. | @ohnter​: “will you help me?” ]

it would take a fool -- at least, one more foolish than Arthur himself -- to not know that what this HUNTER spoke of is real. there are things he’s seen he sure wished weren’t real, but closing his eyes and plugging his ears to the FLESH AND HOWL of it won’t make them disappear like DEATH will. as much as he would prefer to pass on dealing that death himself out of a rare concern for his own mortality, there’s good money in this from the folks this THING has spooked and if the night becomes any amount safer, it should be good for everyone.

one less thing wanting his hide is a win in his book, anyhow.

so the arms crossed over his chest -- defensive, reluctant -- drop to his sides, fingers curling one after the other into taut fists before they let loose. acceptance.