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trots in here like it’s no big deal

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I honestly think the lord of the rings/middle earth in general would be the one verse/world that Wil DOESN’T have the stones because it’d detract too much from the ring itself...

he’s still a coward half-elf though.

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                      “This? No you can’t have it.” he tells her quietly before curling his stone back into his palm and shaking his head. “No can do, Little Miss.”

@realityd

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                         “Are you all right?” he asks as he takes her arm, the panic fresh in his ams now as this is the first time he’s seen her since she was taken and he was left to die with the guard by wolves. he takes her in and notes that she seems all right and then he quickly removes his hand as he realizes that perhaps she doesn’t want to be touched. 

@treeswallowed

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                                   “We both know the threat is only pushed back                                           for the time being, but you’re right.”

                   ‘ if the threat is gone, we should go to the KEEP.                                   we can find rations there. ‘

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i feel like allanon is that creepy old man who likes to keep tabs on his children’s love lives tho

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| amberle

                                                    the press of forehead to forehead brings an unexpected HEAT rising to her face, porcelain cheeks coloring a dusty pink as she leans in closer. NOSES brush together idly, her breath hitching as she leans in forward, losing all SENSE or REASON to her actions.          ‘ all in tact. ‘          the words are a whisper against his lips as her eye’s CLOSE, as she presses farther into him. then the distance is bridged, lips pressed to LIPS before she can think better of it, before she can remember all the reasons why they SHOULDN’T.

                                                wil is already red that how red she turns seems to glow on him and he can’t help but want to see her red like that more often. it means he’s done something good, in a way, he thinks and he parts his lips slowly and only a little bit when their noses brush. when lips meet lips he wraps his arms around her rather quickly and pulls her in eagerly, as if he was waiting for this moment in slow motion and he can’t stop himself from taking more than he should.

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| not amberle

                                                      a step back as he SWINGS down from his horse, clearing the way for him, being sure that she does not find herself in it. CAUTION lights her eyes as she carefully keeps them lowered, knowing BETTER than to presume eye contact, then to risk causing offense.          ‘ i can assure you, it must be COINCIDENCE. ‘          coincidence, && yet, how achingly familiar does he appear to HER ?   a shrug offered in response to his question, eyes QUICKLY glancing in the direction of her home, of those who wait for her to bring FOOD to them.          ‘ to the old world, some legends SAY. ‘

                                                    he would never strike and he knows it, though he does not blame her for stepping back especially when he cannot see where he’s lowering himself. he does not mind her eye contact, feels there’s something about it and perhaps that is just his imagination. “I don’t really believe in coincidences.” it’s an honest truth, everything happens for a reason but he’s not about to explain where he learned that from, not yet at least. “Oh? Well, I think I’ll take all the ones that date back to the old world.”

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| Amberle

                                                  a gasp escapes her as she feels him PULL her in, moves to press against him, her hips slotted perfectly against his. she kisses him happily, welcoming him into her ARMS, drawing him closer still as her fingers play idly with sunspun golden locks.          ‘ i would not. we’ve come too FAR for frostbite to end us now. ‘          an idle sentiment as she presses in for yet another kiss before pulling back, moving to KNEEL before him as she brings one alabaster hand up. slender digits hook beneath the STRAP of her dress as ever so slowly, she lowers it, letting it fall over her SHOULDER before slipping lower still.

                                             if he was given the choice there is not a moment he would spend apart from his love, and yet there are responsibilities, responsibilities in which she is a princess and has to attend to her people. He, on the other hand, is given the freedom to roam the palace though he would love to learn about what she does as he is her lover. For now, though, he is happy to be with her and only her in their private world. “That is very true, though I think a little frostbite would not do us in.” he grins before kissing her gently and watching as she kneels, beginning to undress herself. instead of allowing her to remain on her knees he pulls her up to kiss her harder, fingers dipping under the strap and pulling it down, lips following down to her chest, nipping gently.

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kisses the tip of ur ear

“Thank you.”

And then he’s leaning down and pecking her lips with a grin.

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The Shannara Chronicles - 1x05 Promo “Reaper”

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pulls ur ears

“HEY. Those are attached to my head, thank you.”

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flushed elf ears tho (\°◕ヮ°◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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look at how pretty they are...

I MEAN

                                                   Starter Call

friendly reminder this is for mutuals only, length will vary, and I will be working on verses so verses may vary.

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stupid boy, has no one ever TAUGHT you not to love the  s a c r i f i c i a l   p r i n c e s s ,  she who walks with heaven in her EYES ?   her heart is not her’s to give, her blood a DEBT for her people to be shed. do not fall for she who smiles at you with STARLIGHT flooding her soul, do not give what she cannot take. her days are numbered, silly boy. don’t you hear FATE calling her name ?   listen to the wind screaming for her release, see the vines trail over her shoulders as she  d a n c e s  through the forest, calling her back to the TREES, to that earth which gives LIFE to all. as fleeting as a ghost, she KISSES you, offering promises that are not her’s to make. do not love the  s a c r i f i c i a l   p r i n c e s s , or your heart will be the LAMB led to slaughter, your TEARS to water her growing bud.