#saturnmused

All he wants is to be left alone.

Hidden amongst the wreckage left from the Harum Scarum fire, the dog boy waits for it to be over. The full moon to pass. He has found a small comfort in the cold, harsh metal of a cage that used to be his home. The picture of a wounded animal finding a safe place to figuratively, and quite literally, lick his wounds. Silas is curled inward, protective over the new injuries marking his body, as well as trying to hide them from the eyes on him. Namely the way his torso seems to be twisted and mangled inward from the impact of a car. If the hunters around the quarry don’t kill him then there is a rather large chance that might.

Robert is not the best person for the situation at hand, yes, but he is at least aware enough to know that. He is not great at providing comfort when people need it and emotional intelligence is not his strongest of traits. Gut instinct upon Bucky’s gentle admission is to argue just that. Maybe offer some soothing words before ultimately bowing out and leaving before he could inevitably make it worse. And yet, he seems unable to bring himself to do anything of the sort. Not when the other man is looking at him with sad blue eyes and looking like the epitome of a kicked puppy dog. How is that even possible when Bucky is a grown ass man? The thought, however brief, is quickly shaken off as Robert focuses on the comment. The silent request that comes along with it.

Decker can feel the lip of the kitchen counter dig into the small of his back as other crowds him back. Whatever he had been in the middle of saying, a light jab at partner’s apparent impatience, dies on his tongue just as quickly as it had formed. He cannot help the tilt of his head or the way his body seems to naturally rock forward like it’s magnetically drawn to Teddy. All of the dirty dishes and post-cooking cleanup is forgotten about for the time being. The only thing that can possibly hold his attention in this moment is the other wolf and the feeling of a warm body plastered against his front.

@saturnmused spoke: i just wanted to make sure you were okay. [ from lokeira ]

⚔︎ ▍ I Don't Need Your Help! ▍ ♪

Faenethra kept quiet about her discomfort towards returning to the Underdark. This was a realm that had once been her home, back when she was a different person. A child. It felt surreal to see this landscape that had once been familiar... And the paranoia of this place reclaiming what once belonged to it was ever-present in the Seldarine drow.

She thought she had done a good enough job of keeping her discomfort to herself, yet Lokeira still seemed to see right through it. Faenethra was a bit surprised when he stopped by her tent one night at camp just to check on her. Did he know this place terrified her? Could he see right through her calm disguise, or was he just kind and checking up on a companion?

send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that aisling has/has taken of your muse(s) / ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING! )

" so the first one looks like one of the most elegantly casual poses anyone could ever imagine, right? and he always looks like that, just completely... i don't even know the words. unreadable? mysterious? enchanting? anyway. cameron and i went to a house party in the bronx, and we'd agreed to stay for an hour and then feign an emergency. except, we stayed a little longer than an hour. we'll say three if you promise not to confirm that with him! anyway, every time we tried to leave, someone would spot us and keep us talking again. and then after two hours, someone figured that i wasn't drinking, and i got roped into being the designated driver. the photo was taken about three hours in, when i turned and saw cameron waiting for me to just throw a few twenties on the table for an uber and leave. i swear... i couldn't stop laughing over it. look at him! so unimpressed! and yet, i don't think i've seen anyone look so beautiful when they're that annoyed, you know? "

" this next one wasn't from me, actually. i think that was the morning of edwina's tea party? yeah... she wanted white flowers. peonies, maybe... but whatever arrangement of flowers she had, they needed cool water, and it was all happening during a major heatwave. i was supposed to go, but then i got locked in the pantry. took us hours to work out how to get the blasted door open... but while i'm trying to shoulder the door down, i get a text from edwina. cameron went with her; kept the taxi cold, edwina took coats and scarves for herself and the driver, and the pair of them brought home about six crates of the freshest, most exceptional peonies i've ever seen in my life! maybe the two of them need to go into business together? winter wedding planning... "

"This is new. You coming to me, instead of me coming to you. Very nice. How are you, Sam? You look like you haven't slept in....sixty-one or so days."