#spiritscalling

Showing Affection: Accepting

Urgency: Accepting

Neil was honestly too busy catching his breath to consider that. Between the massive Firestorm he’d just cast and running for his life, his head was spinning. He’d told Sparrow to run ahead and keep running no matter what. The Templars had been right on their heels. Neil had put himself between them and Sparrow and cast his spell. Now the Templars were a charred stain on the land. 

spiritscalling

6 | from behind hug

first, before she starts to retreat from sight, he stares at her retreating figure. Will he just let her leave like that? 

Second, when she’s suddenly so far away, more than a few strides away, his cheeks flame. He has to, because he has so many regrets.

“Wait,” Tamlen forces out, almost a cough, and he steps forward to catch up with her. His arms wrap around her, but he realizes just as quickly, and he stands behind her, face flushed and his hand on the back of his neck.

hallucination starters // accepting

His mother had mentioned something like this. Men and women, curling, wide faces aligned deeply with the creaks and cracks of the bark of old trees, eyes where knots should be, toes and knuckles so closely tied with the root, fingers bent with the leaves. He blinks, and the tree is simply a Tree.

He blinks, and the bark smiles at him, with plump, womanly lips; he reaches to touch them.

He blinks, and hears the statement. His fingers brush against the coarse texture of dry bark. Hard and craggy, sticky with sap. He huffs, and brings his hand back.