#zacll

@zacll​​​.    intense  👀

intense  👀,    h̲u̲h̲  ?    what’s  even  more  intense  is  when  howl  notices  zael  looking  at  him  &.    takes  a  sudden  &.    very  obvious  interest  in  him,    placing  down  the  book  he  was  just  reading  &.    setting  both  forearms  down  on  the  table  in  front  of  him.    he  raises  a  hand,    w̲a̲g̲g̲l̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲ ̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲ ̲f̲i̲n̲g̲e̲r̲s̲ ̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲ ̲g̲r̲e̲e̲t̲i̲n̲g̲  before  folding  them  in  to  rest  his  chin  against  his  knuckles.

@zacll asked: 😳

"You   can   compliment   me   more   ....   I   don't   mind   ~"

@zacll liked  this  for  a  starter 

❝  I  don't  know  where  you've  come  from  ❞ Caitlyn  frowns  ,  wrapping  a  blanket  around  the  other.  ❝  but  I  can  promise  that  you'll  be  safe  here.  ❞ 

chest  respires  like  a  mother’s  heartbeat  &  eyes  donned  with  poignant  longings  .  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  tilts  his  head  ,  his  face  almost  contorted  with  a  mystifying  hardness  .  hair  seemingly  in  a  permanent  glide  ;  brown  vestiges  floating  as  if  the  laws  of  physics  were  defied  .  his  hand  ,  pink  with  crosshairs  of  distant  planets  —  as  it  were  the  beans  of  his  lifeblood  festering  through  his  veins  &  siphoned  into  stardust  .  clinging  to  his  hand  that  was  so  reverently  held  in  another  .  the  man  before  him  ,  knelt  &  kissing  his  knuckles  as  if  in  gratitude  .  the  sheer  allure  of  reverence  wrapped  him  in  exquisite  warmth  .

some  would  find  this  sheer  act  a  perverse  escapade  ;  standing  in  danger’s  way  in  a  selfish  act  to  divert  the  pain  .  even  free  the  opposing  force  that  attacked  the  very  man  that  was  so  chivalrously  at  his  knee  &  grasping  his  hand  like  it  was  his  lifeline  .  the  protector  knelt  down  in  turn  ,  a  gentle  smile  filtering  across  his  chiseled  face  as  he  brushed  a  few  strands  from  his  companion’s  face  .

❝  the  protector  watches  where  you  walk  &  what  you  do  so  as  long  as  you  walk  here  .  you’re  brave  to  venture  among  targon’s  unburdened  &  unbridled  beauty  .  ❞  gloved  digits  move  from  hair  &  flick  against  the  underside  of  his  temple  ,  encroaching  the  line  of  his  cheekbone  .  gesturing  to  his  inability  to  hear  normally  .  ❝  you  may  not  remember  this  encounter  my  friend  ,  but  i  accept  your  compassion  .  ❞  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  helps  the  male  up  with  a  gentle  tug  up  as  he  stood  himself  ,  his  cape  brushing  against  sabaton  plated  boots  as  he  readjusted  his  burly  form  .  snow  crunching  underfoot  as  he  breathed  in  the  woefully  chilly  air  .  not  that  it  affected  him  anyhow  .

❝  though  i  hardly  doubt  you’re  wanting  to  overstay  your  welcome  …  best  to  not  squander  the  peace  we  have  for  now  .  ❞  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  murmured  ,  clutching  thick  blue  vestments  ,  drawing  it  from  his  body  &  gingerly  wrapping  it  upon  his  shoulders  .  ❝  this  shall  keep  you  warm  .  i  can  help  guide  you  further  down  the  summit  .  ❞

⟢  [  hand  ]   a  chivalrous  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  partner's  hand ( @zacll )

@zacll asked: 😳

"Awwe,   shucks   ....   really?   Well   I   think   you're   LOVELY."

❥ @zacll : SHIP TYPE REQUESTS !! ━━ always accepting !!

Sitting on the ground was the warg, tall and imposing even in this position, his hair tousled and unkempt, his eyes flashing with a strange mixture of anger and exhaustion. He had been through a lot lately, and the last thing he needed was someone patting him on the head like a dog. He couldn't believe that someone would be so brazen as to touch him like that, as if he were a mere animal to be petted and patted. He couldn't help but feel that the person who had done it had a death wish, or mayhaps they were just trying to provoke him.

Either way, it was a foolish thing to do, and he knew that he should be angry, but he was too tired to summon up any real emotion.

As he sat there, he couldn't help but ponder if he looked more like a mutt than the Garlean Empire had already made him feel. He knew that he had been through the wringer lately, his clothes dirty and tattered, his face haggard and drawn. He had been fighting a losing battle, and was on the brink of exhaustion. He longed to swat the offending hand away, to make a show of his strength and defiance, but he simply didn't have the energy left. Instead, he let out a deep, weary sigh, a sound that spoke of his resignation and defeat.

He was a formidable opponent when he was at his best, but now he was naught more than a shell of his former self. He had been pushed to his limits, and he knew that he needed to rest and recuperate.