#synethesis

@synethesis​ asked:  “You don’t have to hide your tears from me.” from imogen to laudna

Laudna hadn’t wanted to cry in front of the group. They had all fought so hard to bring her back, had been in her memories and mind pulling Delilah away from her and she didn’t want to give them one more thing to worry about or for them to feel like she was ungrateful for what they had done, but being in Whitestone again had felt like descending into madness again.

It wasn’t until they were alone she realized just who Vex’ahlia was, and why the now lady of Whitestone had been so willing to help them bring her back. Her stomach lurched at the reminder. She had moved to be alone when everyone had started bedding down a the tree, where she had wanted to be. She wanted at least one good memory here. To have something to look back on with the sun tree that wasn’t violent and life altering.... life taking.

She should have known Imogen would have followed her. If she had peeked in Laudna’s head or not the lavender haired woman had learned to read her like an open book.

Laudna wiped at her face, smearing the tears making more of a mess of herself.

It’s  not  even  that  Steph  forgot  Alex  was  an  empath  --  it’s  that  Steph  never  wants  to  encounter  her  own  trauma  until  she’s  in  the  middle  of  it.    She  hides  it  so  damn  well  too.   Most  of  the  time  she  really  is  just  an  ex-art  school  kid  that  loves  theater,  roleplaying,  and  music.   A  lesbian  that  puts  a  lot  of  love  into  helping  the  community;   God  it’s  hard  to  figure  out  that  she  usually  hides  in  the  corner  of  the  room  during  a  storm  and  says  absolutely  nothing  until  it’s  over  because  Arcadia  Bay’s  storm  took  so  many  lives.    Including  her  mother. 

“   —   I’m  here   ...   ”     Steph  just  breathes  out.   Caught.   She  didn’t  expect  Alex  to  stop  over,   especially  in  the  middle  of  the  storm. 

          “And then, just like now we can say...

                                        ...we’re just two friends,

                                                                      two good friends,

                                                                                                    two best friends!”

@synethesis​ asked: " you can stay... i'd like you to stay. " from fearne to ashton

They’ve all had one fucked up, long ass day and Ashton knows that Fearne, as well as some of the others, have some baggage to unpack. They turn to leave, retreat with a drink to give the talkers some space when they hear Fearne’s words behind them. Anyone else might just get a middle finger or an offer to bring them back something from the janky ass wine cellar Ira surely keeps here, but this is Fearne. 

He pauses and turns back, head tilting to the side with a quizzical frown. A hand crosses their chest brushing along the scars lining their arm. With a slight chuckle, they huff, “Uh--sure. I guess I could do that. I just thought--you’ve had one hell of a day.” A slightly hesitant opening allows her to say more--why she wants to say more to him, well, he’ll try not to think too much about that.

@synethesis​ asked: ❛  i  love  how  i  can  just  look  at  you  and  be  happy  .    ❜ from fearne to ashton

Ashton knew that they looked to Fearne with softer, kinder eyes than they looked at other people with. Something about the strange opposition of her pastel aesthetic and the crazy shit that regularly came out of her beautiful, twisted mouth, brought down his walls, mostly. 

@synethesis​ asked: " this castle is suffocating... please, may i... may we go to your favorite place? a place you might go to be alone? " from fearne to ashton <3

Ashton didn’t know much about princesses before coming to the fae realm. They hadn’t ever met one, but they highly doubt most of them just wanted to run away. So a sly smirk crosses his face at the remark. “Mmmm--Alright, I mean if I’m there, you’ll be safe at least, right? Why not? Fuck it!” they exclaim, holding out an arm to her.