#theyhaunt

@theyhaunt​

[ TACKLE ]: sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire.

The moment Ireena collides with her , Jhae throws her arms around her , curling to keep herself between her and the ground. They land with a thud that momentarily knocks the wind out of her. Better than the bolt that impaled her. One hand stays around her shoulders as they both turn to look at the cracked stone that took the hit instead. The ONE time she forgets to check for traps.

❝ I totally could’ve caught that , ❞ she says with a grin. ❝ Very chivalrous of you , though. Next time there’s a swinging axe or spike pit , I’ll return the favor. ❞

starter that i was supposed to do several days ago

In the comparatively short time she has been above ground , Jhae has seen so many cities. Westruun , Emon , Vasselheim , some not even of this plane. Since joining a certain band of heroes , cities such as those have become commonplace. But the memories of quietly passing through small villages and backwaters remain fresh and bring a certain nostalgia. Even when she was looking over her shoulder and still carrying the weight of her grief in full there had been a feeling of freedom.

The newness of it all is what she misses most , really. True , there are still many new things to discover , but there is much the monk will never be able to see for the first time again. Not Ireena , though. There is much for her to experience now that she is free of the magical trappings of her town , and Jhae has stumbled her way into being a part of it. And she will walk this road with her so long as she is welcome.

❝ If we keep going south , past Stilben , we end up in the Verdant Expanse , ❞ she says , running a slender finger along the route in question. ❝ We could see the Gladepools... Might to be a little careful down that way though. Or I will , at least. Unless you feel the need to defend my honor every time someone asks if I plan on stealing their babies. ❞

Though meant as a joke , the short laugh Jhae gives is hollow. Drow are , at best , tolerated in the area. She could invoke the name of Vox Machina all she likes and there will still be those reluctant to show any kindness. Even if she walks into Syngorn where most know of her and her deeds , she is more likely to be met with the business end of a sword than a warm welcome. Maybe they should go to Marquet instead , off continent. The desert sun would be hell on her eyes even with her enchanted goggles but at least no one would consider killing her on sight. Probably.

meme. @theyhaunt

"Would you have told me??" Her face is red-hot with anger, pale cheeks lit up by splotchy pink so furious is she. She goes to run her hand through her hair but the motion is interrupted by her tight braid. Frustrated, she rips the band off and cards her fingers through the greasy mess.

Eli going to Yvica alone she could deal with. It wouldn't be her favorite idea, but she wouldn't put up a fight like this. The bog, however... and on a moonless night? What the fuck does Vance think he's on?

She remembers being six-and-a-half years old, trudging behind Robin one cold morning. Eli was in a sling over their parent's back. The ground was slippery with mud underneath her leather-wrapped feet. She remembers asking Robin if she could go further into the bog, because she always asked that, every day, and of course Robin always said no. Stay within view, and come back to me when it gets dark. This day, Sabina decided to protest. She threatened to run away into the bog.

Robin stopped and crouched in front of her and said, very seriously, "Do it if you must, but not tonight. Tonight, there is no moon, and the faeries will be hunting, and if they find you they will eat you like a rabbit."

Those words echo in her head now as she looks at her brother, her heart pounding with indignation and her mind supplying her with a steady stream of ideas for how to communicate her dissatisfaction to Vance. Fucking murderous asshole. If Eli's life is in jeopardy, maybe she should just kill Vance and take the consequences. Then again, someone might take revenge and go for Eli and then it would be really inconvenient to be rotting in a Kashyrian prison cell.

      “——Hey,  heeeeey,  are you okay?”  Ianto spoke in a soft tone,  eyes filled with concern:  “You’re bleeding…”  He grabbed his handkerchief and softly pressed it against the stranger’s wound,  adding pressure to stop the bleeding. 

livvy is no stranger to nightmares; she’s had more than a few that have left her waking up to the smell of smoke, tasting ash on her lips in the morning, and have left her throat raw from screaming at something unseen by normal eyes. it’s odd watching scout wake startled and skittish when she’s usually the one livvy relies on.

it’s only when she asks what the dream was about that her blood runs cold; you were dead.

she’s hardly given thought to her own mortality, but scout’s fear and desperation is enough to stop her in her tracks. she sounds like she’s just finished holding livvy’s body. like she’s mourned her and lamented a life unlived. a loss she blames herself for.

and all livvy can think to say is, “ can i get you some tea or-? ”

“hannah.” he scolds her with a low voice and a stern look, a look that only lasts for a few seconds. he can’t take the teenager seriously. she’s fourteen, six months away from turning fifteen (ethan is counting) and she reminds him of himself when he was younger. granted, it wasn’t that long ago, but it sure as hell felt like it. and all he felt was a persistent fondness as he’s sworn at by this bratty teenager, a shake of his head following soon after.

hannah’s a young girl, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t know things. a lot of adults tend to underestimate their children, incredibly so when it comes to their intelligence, so it wouldn’t surprise becky if she was referring to the metaphorical monsters that everyone has to battle. god knows how messed up this town is and it wasn’t exactly hard to tell, as much as its residents tried their best.