#wendyblrd

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed.

                  The first time is barely more but a thing done by a delirious                   mind. It is not the first time he has gotten  hurt in battle, to                   the point of being on the edge between life and death and                   his body fighting on (more so than his mind does, but that's                   for another time) and while his body just longs for sleep from                  exhaustion, he forces himself awake as she cleans his                   wounds, and through a fog, he can see the concern and                   worry engraved on her features. His strength is just enough                  to press the faintest of kisses on her cheek before his head                  drops against her shoulder, just the attempt of wearing away                  all that hurt in her expression.

                  The second is just as little a thought as the first was. Late                   at night, and somehow, she ended up settled against his                   side, sleep already thick in her voice as she tells a tale of                  her own mind, and she's drifting away just as much as he                   feels he is, and when he leans to settle a kiss on her                   forehead, it's barely but a wish of a good night.

                  The third time nightmares roam thick and she's there shushing                  them when he wakes, her arms close around his body, and he                  can't help it but draw a long kiss from her lips, bitter with salt                   that comes from his own tears and full of desperation and fear.                  He calls her Wendy and Aurora just the same. They don't talk                   about either. 

                  The fourth; she's sick and he's spent days on her bed when                   there should be other things for him to do if only to take care                  of himself, and when she's awake properly for the first time                  in a while, it's relief that drives him. He doesn't know if she                  remembers. 

     acknowledgement arrives on turn of head, twist       of  form as eyes ever  vivid  take in the other  in      such  polite detachment  so  barely  concealing       the curiosity that has lips parting ‘fore she even      seeks  to  speak  &  hands  have stilled in task       performed   absentmindedly,    motions    gone      through so frequently that little mind is needed      to be paid.

♔:A character (in general) that you’d like to interact with

laughs. Richard? Adam? Anyone? I’ve also just realized that in four months I did have this blog I didn’t write with any Drax yet, which is a shame. 

No, but generally I’m all in for crossing fandom borders, it’s my favorite thing. GLaDOS for one would be one I’d be very interested into trying with (lbr though she’d kill him two minutes in) or more Supernatural characters and especially smaller fandoms. I'd adore to jump in with Pushing Daisies muses for once, or some I didn’t know anything about.

JFC I wanna interact with everyone I don’t see why a specific muse wouldn’t work — I just might not be having any ideas as to how get things started because I’m awful with plot but I’d love to write with more.

omg wrong turn though talk to me about horror movies

i've done it before, i usually just lick my fingers or wet them first or else it'll burn you

Drop an ⊙ in my ask box for three songs that remind me of our character's relationship.

Air Catcher- Twenty One Pilots

I was doing fine on my ownAnd there wasn't much I lackedBut you've stolen my air catcherAnd I don't know if I want it back

I Choose You- Sara Bareilles

Let the bough break, let it come down crashingLet the sun fade out to a dark skyI can't say I'd even notice it was absentCause I could live by the light in your eyes

Fire- Ingrid Michaelson