sillygorl

[sillygorl]

moved to @last4ever

[sillygorl]

updated the spelling of grizzwald to now match the wiki and the subtitles!!

[sillygorl]

lucy knew there were risks that came with the lifestyle she and her siblings had fallen into. she also knew how much michael hated her . . . profession? hobby? she could see it in the way worry would fill his eyes before he kissed her like it was his last. today had been the one exception, a kiss that was supposed to seal the rest of their lives before it was invaded by the very beasts they were meant to hunt.

and in an instant, lucy's worst fears became reality as she watched her husband become bait for their barbaric rage.

her stomach had lurched and heart stilled in her chest as she watched the troll fling her husband about before he fell limp against a tree he crashed into. her sword fell to her boots before she took off for him, letting her brother and sister finish off the beasts. she begged and pleaded for michael to wake up before she stated her demand in a voice that was calmer than she expected.

tears were already stinging her eyes as jacob spoke a phrase she refused to believe was true. no. no, he wasn't gone. he couldn't be gone. " did i fucking stutter?! " she snapped back at her brother through a burning gaze, all calmness gone. a normally prissy demand came out with a raw desperation and through ragged breath. a white wedding gown was ripped and tattered at the seams, stained with dark smears of dirt, grime, and a mixture of troll and human blood, both from her own cuts and from her newly wed husband. " if it was yrene, you would keep fighting too! now, get her here! i refuse to accept that until she says so! " yrene had to have to solution. she always had an answer.

"get me the healer."

The words are said calmer than he expected with the situation at hand, his frame standing over where Lucy was crouched beside the still form of her newly wedded husband. Her hand was wrapped tightly around his, holding onto it as if it were the last connecting piece of life force being forced into him. A morbid thought, but not one far from the truth. The troll who had attacked had made it a goal to go after Michael. It seemed pointed, intentioned. Jacob had noticed it with the way it barreled into the field and directly towards Michael. It moved with quick steps and lumbering motions that knocked others out of the way before grabbing the lad up into its large stony hands.

Michael had hit the ground with a hard slam before any of the three hunters could react. @sillygorl too stunned to do a thing at first leaving Jacob to jump in with Justine flanking. The two worked with quick motions to free Michael from the creature's grasp, but not before he was squeezed and slammed into a tree with a thrown thrust. Lucy had ran to him as Jacob and Justine continued to work against the angry troll, subduing then killing it with swings of their weapons.

Now it was a matter of those who had been in attendance checking to ensure others were okay, but there was no one as hurt as the groom. And that's where that led them, Jacob standing over his sister and his brother-in-law. The two having just sealed their marriage with a kiss before things went to Hell. But nothing was going to be worse than the words that left Jacob's mouth, calm and low, "He's gone, Lucy."

[sillygorl]

it had been four days since ella had brought the starlight with her to lucy and justine's resting spot under the oak. in a combination of ella's tears, the starlight she bestowed, and the power of the old oak, their bodies were restored and were stitched back together before ella. the air that had filled lucy's lungs again was nearly crushed out from the hug her friend bestowed upon her, and despite everything, lucy was glad to have this second lease on life. but the price of it? the price of it would soon come in the journey back to honeyhold.

the normally effervescent lucy was quiet for once, stuck in a state of melancholy and reflection that she had chalked up to her father as being tired. she had attempted the same to michael when he had visited. michael. she was looking forward to her second chance with him . . . but did he understand what had happened to her? what she was now cursed with? would he still want her, knowing what plagued her mind?

she was sitting next to the fireplace in her bedroom to try to shake the chill of the cold ground. the metallic scents of blood and soil were fixed in her nostrils. fiery pangs shot through her flesh from what had happened after her death, stemming from where the arrow had pierced directly through her beating heart and had killed her instantly. she hadn't a chance, and her own being had been stolen from her in death. it was vile and violating, and the senses were creating images that replayed in her head over and over and over until -- luce?

she was drawn from her thoughts and knew he was likely going to be asking about food. justine had mentioned something of the like when she had passed through. lucy had tried to tell him that she wasn't hungry, remaining in front of the fire with her knees drawn up to her chest and the side of her cheek resting against them.

you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying.

she lifted her head from her knees to look over where she noticed he was taking a seat across from her, just a foot in front of her. she studied @stablelad for a moment with tired eyes, the corners of her lips turning into a small attempt at a smile. " how much . . . " she began before releasing a quiet sigh, " how much do you know, michael? about what happened? "

[sillygorl]

PRE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue to help set up already existing relationships between your muses and give them past scenarios to reference, adjust as necessary

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS

we were only kids back then. we didn't know any better.

you promised me we'd be friends forever.

you've changed quite a bit since i saw you last.

how are your parents doing? will you tell them i said hi?

i've known you for years, and you haven't changed a bit.

you've always been like this.

remember the last time this happened?

sure, i made a lot of mistakes, but so did you.

do you remember how we met?

you always stood up for me, no matter what.

i've always had a lot of love in my heart for you.

when i was struggling, you were always there for me.

I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY

i thought i told you to stay away.

you've got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here again.

i really don't want to see you again.

you're supposed to call and warn me before you show up here.

there's never going to be a "next time."

this is the last time you show up like this.

last time i said i never wanted to see you again, and yet here you are.

you can't just show up here unannounced.

you remember what happened the last time you showed up.

every time you show up here, shit hits the fan.

you're putting us all in danger by showing up here.

don't you have somewhere else to be?

ROMANTIC FEELINGS

i'm sorry, but i can't stop thinking about you.

after the time we spent together, you've been on my mind.

can we discuss what happened between us?

the last time i saw you, you were going to say something... and then you stopped.

did you mean it? any of it?

i wish we were still together.

would you go on another date with me?

it's hard to deny how you make me feel.

you've always had an effect on me.

i can't stop thinking about the way you look at me.

GENERIC "I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR A WHILE"

do you remember what you told me?

i can't believe this is happening to us again.

the last time this happened, we were better prepared.

i tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered.

this was never supposed to end like this.

didn't you see my text?

i know you better than anyone else.

you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying.

you're making "the face" again.

you promised me you'd stop doing that.

[sillygorl]

#yapper wife + quiet husband

[sillygorl]

this body is my last address

Ocean Vuong, from “Reasons for Staying.”

[sillygorl]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : a little assortment of angsty and hurt/comfort action prompts for rp purposes. remember to tag your blood, death etc. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ] : as sender is about to leave, receiver embraces them. [ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ] : as sender is about to leave, receiver grabs them by the wrist. [ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ] : receiver pleads sender to not go. [ 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ] : sender kisses receiver before leaving far away. [ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 ] : receiver kisses sender who won't be back for a long time. [ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ] : sender has rejected receiver's romantic feelings. [ 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 ] : receiver rejects sender's romantic feelings. [ 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 ] : sender and receiver agree to not give in to love. [ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver expresses frustration regarding sender's actions. [ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ] : sender tells receiver they don't love them anymore. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐞 ] : receiver is trying to convince sender they're feeling fine. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞 ] : sender shoves receiver away from them. [ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 ] : receiver comforts crying sender. [ 𝐫𝐮𝐧 ] : in a dangerous setting, sender tells receiver to run to safety. [ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 ] : receiver catches sender as their feet give in. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 ] : sender carries injured receiver to safety. [ 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver is taking care of sick sender. [ 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver tends to sender's wounds. [ 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ] : sender and receiver are attending to a funeral. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver is missing the deceased sender.

[sillygorl]

she knew he was busy. everyone was busy all the time. since growing up, that seemed to be all there was. a never ending to-do list. maybe that's why her father was so shut up all the time in his office or away on his 'work trips.' no, she knew what those were about. politicking, sure, but she had known of the woman that had brought her eldest brother into the world. she knew her father would pay her visits still, though she tried not to dwell on that thought for too long.

" no, " she answered honestly, though her blushed lips twisted into a smirk as she gave a head of golden curls a tip. " but that's always part of the fun, isn't it? " at least, it used to be.

He listens to her woes, frown fighting to take over his calm expression. He hates hearing all that, hates thinking about her in whatever world she was being told she needed to be in. She had her own dreams, her own aspirations.. he'd heard plenty of them growing up. Now? He was lucky to hear anything she had to share, lucky to be given the time to be in the same bubble as her. He missed the days where he was constantly in it, kids innocent to the world and the duties they'd have. She'd have. Michael? He was free to do as he wished... mostly.

He felt his expression changing as she asked her question, heart leaping and jumping up his throat. His stomach fluttered to life with butterflies and he pushed his hip off the door to stand straighter. He pulled his hand from the mare and curled both at his side. His thumbs rubbing at the sides of his indexes, fidgeting nervously at the way she smirked at him.

"Right now?" He looks over his shoulder, eyes landing on the few stalls of horses. He had some more grooming to do, but his father would be back soon. He'd take over. Michael could make it up to him-- he always did, "You think that's a good idea?"

[sillygorl]

let's us leave the proposals and politicking for the morrow. today, i want to be girls again! let's sing and be silly and run barefoot through the glen!

[sillygorl]

I'm lonely, but I'm good I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine .. (I Hate It Here by Taylor Swift)

[sillygorl]

THE WRATH OF BECKY 2023 | dir. Matt Angel & Suzanne Coote

[sillygorl]

do you repeatedly connect with plot device characters who appear for five minutes and then meet a horrific demise or are you normal

[sillygorl]

Do not go far from me

[sillygorl]

a quiet breath exhales sharply from her nose as a mild form of a laugh at his question. eyebrows twitch upwards momentarily as her gaze drops to the gold flats that were peaking from underneath her autumn shaded dress. when was her father not disappointed in her? she was constantly being scolded for reading too much, for saying too much, for being too much. she'd rather choke than sit idly by as simply someone's wife. disgusting.

" i'm not getting any younger, and he's panicking because i should be elbow deep in my litter of offspring by now, " she snorted a breath and shook her head, her nose wrinkling at the thought. " i'm just . . . holding onto the days where i can run out to the fields without having to answer to anyone . . . "

she paused for a moment before her blushed lips twitched into a light smirk, turning her gaze towards his direction. " speaking of . . . would you be interested in sneaking away? i'll only keep you for a little while this time . . . " the intentions were true but never guaranteed with lucy.

Everyone in Honeyhold was aware of the dynamics that floated around the family, especially when the Lord was defied by either of his daughters... not that the eldest made it habit to. His youngest? Michael wanted to defend her when she was spoken about, wanted to cut in and tell whoever that they didn't understand. Lucy wasn't defiant... she was a dreamer. She saw the world differently, looked at it with bright eyed wonder and excitement-- daring excitement. She was a fluttering butterfly floating from place to place without anyone able to catch her. He'd seen many try since she'd come of age... all suitors picked and shoved on her by her father. It was rare that he wasn't trying to find someone for the girl, rare for her to be without a suitor at her side... especially these days. It seemed the lord was growing impatient that his daughters were not yet wed.

Michael knew he should never speak up when the Lord is about. His father had made that clear to him. The man looked down on them despite the years of care and trust Griswald put on his father with the family horses. It didn't matter that they cared for these beautiful creatures. All that mattered was that at the end of the day? He shoveled shit like most of the peasants in the kingdom. He would never amount to someone that the Lord would consider for Lucy... because yes, Gods yes did he want to be a suitor. He wanted to court her, hold her... kiss her. Ever since he could remember he's felt something for the Griswald girl. Be it when they were younger, running wild through the flower fields or in their current years... never finishing a conversation. He missed being young. It always felt like his hand was in hers constantly back then.

Today he'd overhead the conversation whether he wanted to or not. He'd been grooming one of the Lord's several horses when the yelling ensued. He'd wanted to look, but knew better then to draw attention to himself or what was transpiring in the stables. He had to stay quiet and wait, had to give it time before he could even brave a glance-- having waited even a few seconds longer after hearing boots storming off. What he saw was a broken girl and his voice slipped out, unable to stop the way he asked a quiet question. He didn't even know if she'd feel up to talking to him.. their conversations were usually brief, quiet, but nothing like the exuberance of their youth.

She answers as he takes in her appearance and expression, noting the way she rubbed away tears that threatened to keep falling. He swallowed a breath as she mentioned no longer seeing her most recent suitor. Amos. He hadn't known his name, but he was glad to suddenly hear it. Glad to know another hadn't worked out, but this wasn't a moment to celebrate. Instead he steps a little closer only to lean his side into a stable door, a brown chestnut mare sticking her head over the edge. He brings a hand up to rub at her nose, offering Lucy a gentle smile, "Do you want to talk about all that or just the part where your dad is disappointed?"

[sillygorl]

her father's scolding, albeit hissed, still echoed against the stony stable walls loud enough to earn a few whinnies in response. he had caught his youngest child on her way to the stables, where most of her morning adventures started. lucy would visit her prized mare and make it a point to say hello to michael at whatever stage of work he had found himself in that morning. her father knew that his daughter would rather dawdle than do anything productive with herself . . . and he also knew that her making it to the stables meant the window was closing before she'd disappear until dinnertime. off to some meadow or to visit a friend. anywhere but to find a husband, much to his dismay.

that was why he was angry. she had been courted by a fellow from windkeep. she barely remembered his name despite going out with him a couple of times. adam? no . . . amos! amos henny. he was . . . fine, she supposed. that was the problem. she didn't want 'fine.' she wanted 'great.' legendary. breathtaking. and every man her father had presented her with over the years had some sort of excuse ailment that she'd shoo them away for. bad breath, being one minute late to breakfast, speaking too much about sporting. one by one they were quickly dismissed. amos had gotten the same treatment the night before when she told him that she couldn't marry a man who wore brown socks with black trousers. clearly, her father must have gotten word from an angry lord henny at that.

his hands gripped at his daughter's biceps and gave her a jolt of a shake to accentuate the point he was barking at her. you are a silly girl who will be nothing more than a headache to whatever man settles for you. i will throw you on the streets before i allow you to become a spinster in my own home, you hear me? you will not embarrass this family.

he straightened up after the scolding to soften and brush a hand over her curls before he walked away from the stables, leaving her there stunned. she felt a shift in her stomach and a heaviness in her chest as she lifted her eyes to blink back the tears that had welled up in them. she was so tired of everything being so damn serious.

she hadn't heard the steps, so when a soft, familiar voice sounded, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

" hey. want to talk about it? "

she looked over at who spoke with wide eyes, her hand coming up to rest over the knot within her chest. with a hard swallow, she lowered her gaze and lifted her hand to quickly swipe at her cheek. she knew she could cover it up, but @stablelad wouldn't be making reference to ' it ' without having overheard at least part of the conversation.

" i'm sure you're busy, " she covered with a quiet exhale of a laugh, pausing for a moment. she knew that wouldn't be good enough. closing her eyes, a sigh released with the next breath. " i ended things with amos henny last night. i told him i didn't wish to see him again. "