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thinking about *them *lan wangji’s vulcan eyebrows
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sugarbowl generation dynamics - Josephine Anwhistle & Lemony Snicket, the ones who got scared later
The whole table was smiling, except for the girl sitting at the end. She’d always been a careful girl, so it was surprising that she had taken the risk to come and visit me. It was even riskier than it used to be. With the library soaked and closed, it was impossible to tape an article to the underside of a table. Now they had to be delivered in person.
“What’s bothering you, Josephine?” I asked her.
“The same thing that’s bothering you,” she told me. “You might be smiling, Snicket, but your eyes are Mayday! Mayday!”
it'll be good for me perhaps to swing from "just torment but it's erotic because I said so" to "having an anxiety spiral that your 70yo boss who you might be dating isn't attracted to you but she's just trying to be respectful and show you this is important to her"
@primalvessel : letting everyone down would be my greatest unhappiness.
underneath the guidance of the moon, his own tongue is loose and untethered leaving secrets to be spoken freely. thancred knows, rather intimately, what the warrior of light speaks of. the fear of disappointing others seems to be a resonating issue between the two of them. when he was far younger, he dwelled day after day on the expectations that others had of him. oh, how often he found himself attempting to prove his worth to a number of people. why, he’s still does to this day. always working too hard, down to the bone ──
but they are not perfect, flawed creatures capable of making mistakes ; of which they learn and grow from. perfection is unachievable, that much is true. mistakes of his own have led him on this path, maru is no different. though a mortal who bested even the most fiercest enemies, in the end he is no better than the rest of them. ❛ you worry too much about the opinions of others and it'll surely be your greatest downfall. ❜ gaze filled with the sight of stars shifts over to the man beside him whom he nudges with his elbow ; the expression he holds is painted in a mix of fondness, familiarity and respect. ❛ i believe you’re doing a fine job so far… all things considered. ❜
“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”
meme // not accepting.
❛ yeah. yeah, okay. ❜
alma barely even moves when he softly pulls her shirt up and removes the wrappings around her body. he applies something that stings to the marks littering her alma makes a small noise of discomfort, but says nothing, just bites her lip and holds it down.
dante’s fingers brush her cheek and alma flinches, wide eyes jumping to his. her fear reflects in his eyes and she is ashamed. she jerks her head to the side, away from him, hands clenching the edge of the mattress she sits on. she feels so .... weak.
his hand slowly retracts, and then falls to his side as he stands. she still doesn’t look at him, doesn’t move, not even when he leaves. she stares at the empty chair at her bedside. it isn’t until well after he’s gone that she lays back down on the bed and curls into herself.
when the door opens again, she makes no movement. dante silently sits back down and puts a plate of pancakes and coffee on the nightstand. stubbornly, she still makes no movement. he nudges the plate forward, but she only watches his hand from the corner of her eye. he pushes the edge of the plate and then folds his arms on the bed to rest his head, eyes level with hers.
they lock gazes and suddenly alma is overwhelmed with warmth, with love. she is safe.
she begins to cry, covering her eyes and sobbing uncontrollably. words spill from her lips and jumble together as she tries to say, i’m sorry i was so scared i didn’t think you’d come for me i’m so sorry i love you please don’t leave me again
alma isn’t sure if he understands when he shushes her softly / gently and climbs into the bed to wrap his arms around her, and quite frankly, she doesn’t care. all she can think about is him, his warmth, his voice, and the way his hands wipe the tears from her eyes.
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