#soulpart

"CAN SOMEBODY HELP ME URIANGER IS DENYING ME TATER TOTS"

@soulpart replied: hey guys whats going on in here

❝ hold still, i want to try something-- ❞

@soulpart​:  will you please. let me get a closer look at your lance

 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭.  ‘Tis  not  so  outlandish  an  entreaty.  Many  afore  have  asked  of  his  lance,  marveling  at  the  weapon  for  there  is  none  of  its  like  in  all  the  world.  Nidhogg’s  taint  did  change  much  of  what  was  Estinien’s,  his  own  lance  having  suffered  a  similar  fate.

 Many  a  night  has  he  handled  his  weapon,  pondering  at  the  differences:  a  shaft  that  has  grown  in  length  nigh  making  it  unwieldy  at  times  to  require  a  year’s  worth  of  intense  practice  to  accommodate  the  growth.  Though  the  most  apparent  change  was  at  the  tip,  now  curving  to  a  wicked  point  forcing  the  slight  change  in  angle  to  his  thrusts.

 Was  this  mere  curiosity  or  did  some  motive  more  underhanded  lie  beneath  the  warrior’s  intent?  In  the  end  it  made  no  matter.  His  lance  was  an  intimate  part  of  him  and  the  only  taste  of  it  that  he’ll  allow  is  in  the  passionate  heat  of  battle.

 Still…

extends a friendly fist. it's not a kiss, but hopefully it'll do!

    𝘩𝘦  𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴  𝘢𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵 , half  expecting  the  other  to  open  palm  and  give  him  something  since  that  is  what  most  people  he  knew  would  have  done . there’s  a  few  seconds  that  pass  in  stillness , aymeric  fully  frozen in  his  expectation , but  the  hand  does  not  open  and  they  both  stand  there  in  silent  confusion  over  each  others  actions .     oh , perhaps  he  is  meant  to  shake  it ? his  hand  lifts  up , hesitantly  outstretching  and  placing  it  on  top  of  ardbert’s  fist . it  doesn’t  feel  like  this  is  really  what  he’s  supposed  to  be  doing , but  it  was  far  too  late  for  him  to  back  out  of  it  now . he  hesitates  one  last  time  before  beginning  to  shake  the  fist  as  if  it  were  a  regular  handshake .      ❝    pleasure  to  meet  you .    ❞

@soulpart​ asked: picks him up... and then fucking hurls him

well   that   was   unexpected,   he   thought   as   he   was   sent   on   his   flying   way   to   anywhere   but   near   the   WARRIOR   OF   DARKNESS.   such   strength,   he   brushed   his   smirking   lips   with   a   glove-covered   finger   in   a   pondering   gesture   until   he   went   through   the   dark   purplish   abyss   of   teleportation   magick.   it   roiled   and   engulfed   him,   leaving   the   WARRIOR   in   his   solitude...

❝   you   thought   of   getting   rid   of   me   so   quickly?   ❞   he   reappeared   closely   behind   with   arms   crossed,   disappointment   written   his   features   severe.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@soulpart​ said :   They're talking — about anything that comes to mind, really; they're both so full of stories. And they're so close, he's looking at Thancred, really looking at him, and without thinking he reaches up and pushes a lock of white hair aside... only to jerk his hand away like he's been burned. "Ah, hells, I- sorry. Don't know what I was thinking. What were you—" Breathe, Ardbert, breathe. "What were you saying again?"

             how long had it been   ?     just how long had it been since he'd been granted the opportunity of talking with someone else    ————    no,     this is far from talking.    talking is that thing you do with other people you briefly converse with,     participating in small talk that never really means anything.     reassurance.     superficial,     probably.    talking is much like speaking to one in a tavern over some ale,     not necessarily sharing stories of the past,     but focused on the present    ;    even then,     that focus on the present,     the looming threat of tomorrow    &    the sun's set as a reminder that this may be the last time.    ahah,     such thoughts    ———    there's naught to worry about.     he's not just talking with ardbert.     this is     ...    far more than that.

              ❛     there'd be times,     ❜     &    so he speaks,     unrestrained,     free from whatever had been previously gripping his throat.    it felt nice.     being next to him felt nice.     as if every worry had been quelled     (   hailed warrior of light,     are you aware of your own brilliance   ?     of the sunshine that emits from each grin you give   ?     of how inspiring you are   ?   ),     there,     he's allowed this,     a moment to breathe.     a moment to exist.     to live.     a soft chuckle escapes his lips.      ❛     where i'd wander on my own,     stuck on the past,     wondering if i could've saved her.     ❜     though his guilt is still ever - present,     chains on his heart that brought him down each time he thought he'd be free of those unending thoughts,     thancred still manages to persevere.     the thought of telling others his deepest inhibitions     ...     gods,     perish the thought.     yet,     here he is,     speaking to him as if it were any other worry.     miniscule.     thank you.     ❛     i suppose that now,     i try to move forward.     whether or not i'm making progress     ...     ❜     his voice trails off,     amber hues averting their gaze, focusing on the floor for but a moment.

              silence.

              'till a hand brushes upon a white lock    &    pushes it aside.     how peculiar.     heard turns to get a good look at ardbert's face,     hear the stammer of his voice,     the rising nervousness that came with each vocable.     &    thancred blinks.     //     how oft has another gotten close enough to touch his hair   ?     touch,     touch.     that's what he focuses on.     it was gentle,     it wasn't rough,     it wasn't some tight grip on his hair that seeked to yank it,     to elicit some sound unbecoming of this moment.     perhaps too many one - night stands can do that to you,     though    ———    make you expect only one thing whenever someone reaches for your hair.     he's pleasantly surprised.     enough for the corners of his lips to curve up into a smile.