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*peeps in*

Guys I’m so sorry I haven’t been here. I’ve been so so busy with calving season and other farm things over the past few months.

Im going to try so hard to be here this weekend.

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Emerald hues stay locked on the man in front of her, hands keeping ahold of his features while his own begin trailing over her body, letting him take what he needed from her- reading the surge of emotion behind those beautiful eyes.

Wife.

The word that nearly broke her not too long ago now spread a warmth through her bones. It brings a small smile to her lips before Irulan manages a light nod. "I'm okay now."

Thumbs brush against the height of his cheekbones then the Princess moves to wrap her arms around him to pull the Baron into a tight hug.

"Vera?" Irulan whispers after a few moments. "Is she alright?"

@inn0cencestrained / Irulan found Feyd: Hands come to Feyd Rautha’s features, carefully cupping his strong yet hallowed out cheeks. Too long. It had been too long without him thanks to those desperate to keep them apart. “……you’re okay?”

A numb exhalation, a haze of forgetting and remembering, something in the bleed between. He pulls her close. He's alive, he thinks, and is not sure if it’s true. Aliveness, a kind of dream.

A kind of lie.

Leans back, considering this woman who redefined everything. Her eyes are sharp. Her eyes are encased in the tomb of his dreaming send-off.

“Yes.”

She doesn’t need to know how he clawed back to himself, to her, from the brink. Not yet. This is a moment to bask in, so long in its dawning.

Hands (his) come to Irulan’s wrist, dip of her fragile neck, collarbones, weighted shoulders, helping himself to their truth like a thief. Feyd has missed her too, in so very many ways.

Ruined by the distance, the waiting, the practical ages of subterfuge, the conspiracy of keeping him without her.

It sounds so natural, “Wife... are you?”

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She swallows at the mentioning of his pack. After all this time the fact that this was his life now still caused her throat to tighten. This was never supposed to be his life. He was supposed to be free- to be normal- but his life now would forever be tied to the other side of him and the wolves around him.

And it would never be fair.

"What are you doing back up here?" Gwen asks quietly, trying to read his expressions and see behind those exhausted eyes she'd known so well. "Did you- are you alone? Are you staying?"

A sharp exhale escapes her lips when he apologizes and she swiftly shakes her head. "No, Jake, I-" Gwen looks at him, her eyes soft as her hand begins to reach to cup his cheek- something she'd done so many times once before- but stops short and lets her hand fall back down. She had a boyfriend. They were in public. They weren't together anymore.

The reality of it still tore at her heart, but she forces the pain to stay off her face. "Don't apologize. Please, I understand. I really do, I just...I just wasn't sure if you were okay." Brown hues stay locked on him. ".....Are you?"

Once again the former huntress swallows, glancing around the store. "...So um...where are you staying? Are you planning on being back long?"

Continued meme. | @inn0cencestrained -> JAKE. // GWEN.

Abandoning ship hadn’t been his initial plan. Even if he had a past that said that was all he was good at doing. He’d been turned, and amongst the obvious dangers that came with that, there were doubts, and fears that bubbled up in his mind.

Gwen was a hunter, he was a monster. No, it wasn’t so simple, but when your world gets ripped open and replaced with a new one, full of scary things, one’s mind had a way of thinking in black and white to avoid collapsing in on itself. A part of him couldn't help but wonder if a part of her didn't have reservations. He couldn't find it in himself to blame her, if she had.

None of that mattered in the end, because his choice was taken from him. Jake hadn't wanted to be a part of a pack. He was happy with his life. With Gwen. They had plans, and he had no intentions of leaving or breaking their promises. Unfortunately, as a wolf, when your Alpha calls, you listen.

Days, months; Years had passed. Jake was under his leaders thumb, and each time he attempted to fight back, he was reminded harshly of the order. New scars adorned his flesh, most of which she couldn’t currently see.

"South." He answered her, taking in a deep breath. "My pack.. they live down in Georgia." It felt wrong, still, to refer to them as his pack. It was still new, and likely not a good sign that the first chance he got to leave he took. He'd have to go back, but he couldn't stop himself from coming back home.

It hadn't fully been his plan to really see her, he figures after how long it's been, she had a life without him. He hoped she did, anyway. For a long time, that thought tore at him. To picture her moving on, happy with someone else. But, he loved her. Really loved her, and it would be cruel to hope that she'd be alone just for his sake. Jake just needed to be home, to remind himself of who he was. Who hopefully, he could still be.

"I'm sorry." He looked down, avoiding her eyes for a moment. "For leaving. For not calling." No, he hadn't had a choice, but he's had enough time to sit with the fact that it didn't really matter. He'd vanished, and left her with missing pieces.

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i   tried   to   hide - Jake & Gwen

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"Tried?"

The question is direct but her voice soft, despite the sharp pain she felt in her heart. When Jake originally went missing without a trace, she'd devoted nearly every waking minute of her life trying to find him. For weeks on end she'd travel through the Rockies, risking her life, not only from the supernatural beings out in the terrain, but natural predators, the harsh high ground, and elements. Because not only was her soul split apart, but it was exactly what Jake Riley would have done for her if roles were reversed.

For two years straight she searched, not knowing if he were dead or alive, hiding or hostage, but there was no trace of the man she loved. Heartbroken, Gwen went back to Whitefish and tried to find some peace to move on, giving up hunting all together. And in some ways, she did move on. She began working for the police department her father ran, mentoring children throughout the county who'd experienced trauma and the loss of a loved one. A year later she finally said yes to one of the local doctors who'd been trying to take her out on a date and had been with him for the next two years to follow where they lived on Whitefish Lake.

Life was good moving...and she had no choice but to try and be happy.

And then she saw Jake Riley downtown.

"I'd say you succeeded. I uh....I looked for you...but never even caught trace of where you'd been. Neither had anyone I contacted about you." Gwen swallows before huffing out a quick breath, crossing her arms as she stared up at those familiar features. "....Where'd you go Jake? I thought....I thought you were dead."

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›     FIRST   TO   ADMIT      →      receiver    to    sender.

i   think   about   you

you   make   me   nervous

you   feel   like   home

don’t   leave   just   yet

i   missed   you   today

i   want   you   close

you’re   hard   to   ignore

you   matter   to   me

my   heart   knows   you

i   care   too   much

you’re   all   i   want

i   waited   for   you

i   feel   it   too

i’m   drawn   to   you

it’s   always   been   you

i   can’t   stop   looking

i   like   you   more

don’t   make   me   fall

stay   a   little   longer

i’m   not   over   you

you’re   more   than   beautiful

you   feel   like   safety

i   need   you   here

you’ve   ruined   my   plans

i   can’t   unfeel   this

i   like   your   laugh

you   have   my   attention

you're   in   my   dreams

i   noticed   everything   about   you

i   didn’t   mean   to

just   say   the   word

i’d   choose   you   again

you’re   impossible   to   forget

i   want   more   time

i   still   remember   everything

i   can’t   fake   this

you’re   not   just   anyone

i   want   to   try

i   want   you   badly

i   wish   you   knew

i   think   you   know

i   meant   every   word

you’re   more   than   enough

you   make   me   better

i   feel   something   real

you’re   messing   me   up

i’m   not   afraid   anymore

don’t   make   me   say   it

i   love   your   voice

you’re   too   important   now

i’d   ruin   everything   for   you

i’m   trying   not   to

you’re   in   my   blood

don’t   let   go   yet

i   ache   for   you

you   already   know,   right?

i   didn’t   expect   you

you   mean   so   much

this   can’t   be   casual

i   need   to   tell   you

it’s   killing   me   inside

you’re   all   i   see

i   feel   so   alive

i   wanted   you   first

it’s   always   been   this

i’d   wait   for   you

you’re   more   than   temptation

i   keep   choosing   you

i’m   not   good   at   this

please   don’t   walk   away

you   were   worth   waiting

you   make   it   hard

it’s   not   just   physical

i   feel   every   second

i   want   to   stay

i   can’t   do   this

say   something,   anything   please

you   still   have   me

i’m   not   pretending   anymore

this   is   all   real

just   let   me   in

i   feel   everything   now

i   tried   to   hide

you’re   already   in   deep

this   changes   everything,   doesn’t   it?

i’m   terrified   to   lose   you

don’t   make   me   guess

you’re   all   i   crave

i   wasn’t   supposed   to

this   is   more   serious

i   didn’t   expect   this

i’ve   never   felt   this

you’re   messing   me   up

can   you   feel   it?

i   don’t   regret   us

i’m   scared   it’s   real

we’re   not   just   friends

you   feel   like   forever

do   you   feel   it?

i   think   i’m   falling

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Harry Madison proposed to Gwen on December 9, 1941, two days after the attack on Pearl Harbor and one day after the U.S. declared war on Japan.  Harry being the son of a WWI General and was already enlisted in the service, knew he would have to soon leave her.  That night he proposed to Gwen at her home in Whitefish, Montana, promising her he’d survive the war and marry her when they’d won and without hesitation, Gwen said yes.  Harry was deployed overseas in the early spring of 1942. 

While Harry was overseas, Gwen took her time planning their wedding.  She picked out what she could and gathered ideas, writing them all to Harry- who pledged over and over again that her letters he received about her and about the wedding and their future was what he looked forward to every minute of every single day.  Gwen had most details of the wedding and their life afterwards planned out but was too afraid to set anything in stone in case it would cause fate to cruelly take Harry away from her.  Every moment of every day she would think of him, but nights were the hardest, twirling her ring nervously as she prayed that everything would be okay.  In 1944, Gwen finally picked out a dress, a feeling of grace and hope filling her that someday soon she would see the man she loved and would finally have what she always dreamed of. 

Harry and Gwen were together for six years, engaged, yet mercilessly separated, for over 3 and a half of them until Gwen went into the chamber in 1945, just five months before the war ended.  She never got to say goodbye, her last letter to him recalled her loneliness and how much she loved him- just as always but she never got to read his final letter to her.  One where he expressed hope and how he couldn’t wait to come home and be her husband.  However, Harry was shot and killed in July of 1945. 

When Gwen awoke, she never knew if Harry had even made it out of the war, and Harry died knowing she had somehow vanished- heartbroken with thoughts that he was away from her for too long and she found someone else.  Harry and Gwen never saw each other after the spring of 1942, never even hearing the others voice, their love forever being frozen in time.  

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Her jaw clenches so hard it nearly locks as he taunts her book over their heads, and without a second thought her hand comes to strike The Baron in the chest. It was a game- his game- and unfortunately she couldn't win...so she just had to wait until he got bored.

Arms cross and she raises an eyebrow as he continues to try and make his point about keeping those demonic creatures around. "Hair?" The Princess questions. "Really? That's the angle you want to try? That poor child didn't have any hair until she began accompanying us to Lankiveil. No one on Giedi knows how to braid hair, Feyd."

She walks over to her chair and sits down. "They will not be permitted on the grounds. End of discussion. Should you wish for concubines we will have it arranged, but they will have to wait for you on House Harkonnen. As far as Vera goes, if you fear telling her, then I will."

All of that Bene Gesserit muscle-honed control cloaks whatever he might have recognized as hurt. Something like it-- empathy has never been a poison for him to gorge upon.

Yet, there are a few teeth grazing against his thoughts.

Feyd lifts the journal out of her reach, neck craning to keep looking it over.

"The hiss because they like you." It isn't a lie. Anything unhostile to him is tolerable to them. At first, they'd been cautious, uncertain of her proximity to their master. Unfit to tell her that as he's begun to thaw, so have they. "You realize that will break her heart. A dog won't braid her hair."

Neither will they-- but that isn't the point.

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I am not unalived! With the recent release of Daredevil, I've just been over on my Karen Page blog and she's been getting all of my attention.

I miss so many of my girls here though, and so many of you! I'll try to get on here more. I'll likely have to drop a few threads but I'll come do a deep dive here soon!

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@petitsdieu liked for a Valentine's Day Card

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@deficd liked for a Valentine's Day Card

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@godresembled liked for a Valentine's Day Card!

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I'm sorry for my inactivity, I've just really struggling with my self confidence as a writer- one of those things.

But since Valentine's Day is tomorrow

Please like this if you're muse would like a Valentine's Day card from one of mine!

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The inhale taken is so, the urge to hasten her decision to judge her friend’s actions. Why she’d even want to subject herself to any sexual relations with Feyd Rautha, Irulan couldn’t comprehend. But maybe it was just her lack of experience talking….but a Harkonnen?

“Must I remind you of the violence of those on Geidi Prime? The violence the Baron has ordered? The violence Feyd Rautha has acted on? He would slit your throat without hesitation Hara, or better yet, use you for whatever it is they want. You- you cannot ever go back there Hara, you mustn’t speak to him ever again.”

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“You shouldn’t associate yourself with the Baron’s nephew.”

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“You shouldn’t associate yourself with the Baron’s nephew.”

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The heart and soul are two powerful opposites. Loving versus longing- which prevails? She can fight it no longer, the darkness- his darkness will always remain with her. It is both terrifying and exhilarating, both truths cause her only to grow frustrated by the monster's words.

"And yet you linger. You consume all of me, you take and you take- have I not given you enough? Have you not committed enough theft? You rob me with the hauntings of your shadow, when will I finally prove my worthiness of your truth?"

@inn0cencestrained sent: ❛ i want to see your true face. ❜ (from Ellen if you’d like)

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The darkness obscured him from her. His massive, imposing form towered over her, yet he remained hidden, not entirely within her senses to be recognized. Dark, hollow eyes locked on her, even in that darkness, and when he spoke, his voice rumbled.

"You are not yet ready to perceive of the true me."