#solhjerte

THE MUSCLES AROUND HER EYES TIGHTENED, her fingers twitching in an old habit, wanting to curl up into her palms, the crescents of pain when she pressed hard enough a distraction from whatever forbidden feeling was rising in her. It always took her a second to remember she didn’t need to do it any longer, hadn’t for years, and so she straightened her fingers once more, looking down at the floor before forcing out the breath she had taken.

“Of course,” she said, hoping the lift of her lips did not look too wrong. “How can I help?”

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gibs  the  ginger  a  lil  smooch.

𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 .

🕷 ⸻ he can feel anna’s eyes on the ugly bruise splashed across a sharp cheek , tries his best to keep it from view ; but no amount of lowering his head or speaking from his “ good side ” can shake her concern . he’s been caught .

he recognizes the look in large , watery eyes — feels a stone drop into his stomach — & stiffens briefly when she grazes the splotch of black & blue with gentle fingers . he hates the worry induced in those he cares for ; holds close but gated off . the worry deepens & leads to secrets . . . one way or another , it pushes , pulls & severs heartstrings .

@solhjerte​   :   “I like this, being so close to you.”

A GRIN SPREAD ACROSS ELSA’S FACE, her eyes fightings against her exhaustion to remain open, to keep focused on her sister. The day had been full, her agenda seemingly never-ending, but she had still insisted on family time. Elsa dimly remembered sitting upon their father’s lap before their bedtimes, his voice lulling her into drowsiness as he read out a story. If he had managed to make time for them, then she could do it to see her sister.

“I’ve missed us being close so much,” she replied, resting her head on Anna’s shoulder, curled up at her side. The years of their being each other’s shadow felt so faraway and yet so tangible at the same time. The warmth of her sister at her side was a sensation Elsa had never forgotten and often believed would never happen again.

@solhjerte   //   THANK U ILY

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CLEARING OUT INBOX.

@solhjerte​  said:  “ i don’t believe in bad luck. ”

OH,  CHRIST.    Esmeralda raises a hand to shield her eyes from the glare  of the sun as she watches her rather  VALUABLE  captive scale the ratlines  in defiance  of all her well-meaning suggestions that she  stay  with her feet planted firmly on the deck.  (  she really never ought to have let her out of the cabin.   but she didn’t have the  HEART  to keep her penned up inside like a real  prisoner,   when she could offer  fresh air and ADVENTURE instead.  )  and now she is faced with the wondering  glances from her crew,  who are  ALL  curious to know what happens to  their share  of the ransom money if the  princess falls to her death  with an ill-timed slip.  she does her best not to look at them.  much better that  Anna  remain entirely unaware  of what they’re all thinking,  bolstered up with a green land  confidence that will give her the bit of good fortune she needs to make it down safe. 

Luis murmurs in her ear that he could start after her,   but the captain only shakes her head. if she feels PURSUED  it will only make it worse.   (  she’s spent enough time watching the men trying to chase down Purgatorio  and fail miserably to know that much.  ) so she merely stands,  and shouts up at her,   and sneaks a nod at the cook  to fetch a bribe  she can  SMELL.

@solhjerte​ asked: “Do you want company?” // valentine’s day

       THOUGH PETER WASN’T GOING TO ASK ( or, rather, didn’t really have anyone to spend his time with most days ), the thought is nice even as it takes him by complete surprise. In the biggest turn of events he’s ever faced— which is saying a lot!— Peter has since become most recognizable with a mask. And that’s exactly how he figured he should probably spend the day; just like he did during the holidays before, patrolling for awhile. 

    He’s already stopped about three break-ins trying to take advantage of the last minute Valentine’s Day activity, saved someone’s flowers from blowing away… and somehow got roped into an argument over chocolates ( there’s a lot he can manage, but he doesn’t think friendly neighborhood couple’s therapist is one of them ). Long story short, he’s exhausted. But without anything else to do, he figures he’ll just take a moment to relax out here.