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Mark Strand, from The Complete & Collected Poems of Mark Strand; "Moontan,"

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would he be the one who deserves her? ragnar would sure as hell try—more than halsin ever could say. he might’ve never had a stable place to call home, but he had friends who pulled the better parts of him out. ragnar wasn’t perfect, but he knew he could be good for her. ❝if i'm not, 'll sure as hell learn to be.❞ ragnar said softly. his eyes dragged to her instrument, then ragnar looked down at the two glasses of honeyed wine she'd created. ❝fuckin' hell.❞ ragnar stated with admiration, picking up the glasses. one in his hand as another is handed her way. ❝where have you been all my life . . . now, we got to cheers. what would ya like to cheers ta?❞

Willa found great comfort in feeling his hand laced with hers, she gave his a gentle squeeze and smiled softly at him. How could she not smile? He was smiling: it was faint but it was real and it was his. “Are you going to be the one who does?” She smirked. His tone was endearing and it made her laugh softly. She had nearly forgotten where they were and what they had been doing; Willa had been happily lost in the sea green. "Guess that means we owe ourselves a picnic later." She said, "but for now.." She reached for her instrument, playing a small chord - enough for a small performance of creation. Between the two of them appeared two glasses of honeyed wine. “Tada.” Willa smiled.

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toothless doodle! :3

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Start Here – Caitlyn Siehl

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Do you always have to be alone

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ragnar smirked lightly seeing her trying to bite down the smile. his head tilts playfully. ❝ 'course i do. even got a few i don't cross on a good day.❞

she smiles wide, though she tries to bite her lip to hide it. "so even a bloke like you has a line he won't cross, huh?"

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❝you gonna stare all night? folk either wanna fight me or buy me a drink. which is it, then?❞ a pause. still no answer. he turns, brow raised. ❝what’s it then—fight, fuck, or . . . fuck off?❞

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

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ragnar offered a soft smile, rare and real. he didn’t pull away when she placed her hand over his—gloved fingers curled around hers instead, his thumb slowly tracing the back like he didn’t quite realize he was doing it. gods, he’d never been more grateful that the druid had fucked up so spectacularly. ❝then let’s stop lookin’ back on how halsin didn’t deserve you. . . and look forward to how bloody lucky i got, standin’ right here. ❞ he joked but said it in a soft tone. his sea green eyes were locked in on her eyes. the world around them dulled—even the portal of the hells they were guarding was forgotten about momentarily. for this moment, there was only her. ❝if i knew watchin' the portal was goin’ be like this, 'd’ve packed us a picnic basket. ❞

The scoff took her by surprise and his next words pulled her gaze back to him whether or not she had a say in it. Deep eyes blinked a bit taken back, lashes fluttering against the blow of his words. Her lips curled into a soft smile though her heart ached as he looked away from her. Her hand reached out to place over his. "Not sure he would've liked if I had gone after what I truly wanted, but I really do not care for his opinion anymore." She never should've in the first place but she couldn't rewind time, she could only look at ahead - at what was right in front of her. "Lucky for me.." She hummed.

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ragnar shook his head and raised his eyebrows. sure, plenty of them could heal. shadowheart was their finest cleric. there were time though where ragnar would've preferred tanwen’s flames could sterilize a wound. but, even with everything going on in their heads, their gods, their tempers . . . he trusted willa more. ❝yeah, well . . . you’re the only one i trust not to let me bleed out on purpose.❞ he said it like a joke—but there was truth tucked in there.

ragnar trusted willa. and that meant something. something grand. he didn’t trust easily, not really. not even half the people in their party, and definitely not like this. it was different with her. had been since the start. ❝clearly is your thing. you’re good at that. givin’ hope.❞ he admitted. maybe, his trial wouldn’t go as bad as he feared. maybe, the curse could break. maybe, he’d survive the answer what his candy bar would taste like after he’s finished painting honey & harp if she followed her dreams.

ragnar didn’t answer right away. didn’t need to. words only did so much, actions did the most. his eyes dragged slow over her. all of her. lips, eyes, hands. making sure that he was assessing the situation correctly. one gloved hand came up to her jaw, he tilted her chin just slightly. pulling her to where his lips barely ghosted over his. ❝like this.❞ he whispers before kissing her.

It had been a little jarring being around such secretive and guarded people. Hells, she and the Embers were performers but the folks around them seemed to give them a run for their money. "Out of all the adept healers in this group, you're lookin' at me to take care of you? Now I'm even more worried." She couldn't help the chuckle at the notion.

"You absolutely would be, so c'mon." The bard smirked. The tone in his voice made her heart swell a little bit, it was new but it was nice. She wouldn't address it incase he tried to shuffle it under smirks and sarcasm once more, but the smirk on her face fell into a soft genuine smile of acknowledgment. "Hope's kind of my thing." She shrugged, "and you don't owe me a thanks, it's how this works." She cared about him, he wasn't a bad person. Not bad enough to bare a painful curse for something he didn't even do.

"I was thinkin' more salty than bitter, with a sweet gooey center." Willa reached over to tap over his heart. "A dark chocolate, can't stray too far from your look." His wings included; others could see a curse but she saw it as something beautiful cause it was part of him. "No? How can I be clearer?" Eyes met his, flickering in a triangle. "Like what?" Her voice softened.

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there was no need for her to apologize—ragnar got it. he knew why she’d reacted like that. he just shook his head, a silent way of saying don’t bother. wasn’t the first time someone of royal blood talked down to him, though at least she had the heart to apologize. most didn’t. people hovered. even karma, and karma knew it.

❝takin’ me to some secret hideaway? buy me dinner first, princess.❞ he cracked the joke easy, voice low despite the softness in hers. one hand went to his chest, the other raised when requesting his silence over her secret. ❝thief’s honor. cross my heart, hope to die.❞ ragnar drops his hands back to his sides, easing up his posture.

❝don’t gotta follow you all the way in . . . just need somewhere to stretch my legs, maybe, spread my wings as some would say. i can hang around nearby. not to be babysittin’ you—i just ain’t familiar with these bloody woods and ‘m tired of walking the village.❞

he laughed at her, and for a moment, the princess took a bit of offense to it. she frowned, however — aurora couldn't blame him for his commentary at all. he was the last person she'd think ever entertain the idea of babysitting her. break her curse. the words made her pause. he was trying to break her curse, trying to help karma and here she was — being unnecessarily rude to him, just because she was automatically defensive.

" i'm sorry. " aurora said with a soft sigh, her shoulders sinking as her tense frame relaxed. " you're right, people hover over me all the time. it's exhausting. " she murmured. ragnar had stated even karma — but aurora would not go that far as to say so. karma was her best friend, more then someone who was supposed to hover over her; but . . . . he was right. karma did hover.

violet hues glanced around at their surroundings, " if you come with me, will you promise to keep it a secret? even from karma, "the princess asked softly. " it's not that i'm trying to keep it from her maliciously, i just . . . " like he said, she needed her space.

" i just want to keep something mine. "

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Never speak to me or my 452 unread books again

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just my late night messages to nicky lol

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES | 2.02 "Brave New World"

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ragnar caught her glance away just like he’d clocked her fake laugh before. he scoffed. this was wild. how this overgrown elf can get under her skin like that. ❝'course i paid attention. you don't pale, willa. not in the least. like a fuckin' tourmaline, you are.❞ he paid attention. it was true. of course he did. but now he looked away, fiddling with his wrist, pushing up his black leather gloves though there was no real need. ❝sounds like someone who only believes their version ‘freedom.❞ he paused, still fiddling but looking back to her. ❝ he’s a bigger idiot than i gave him credit for.❞ he said, eyebrows raising slightly. ❝ lucky for you, i pride myself on not bein’ nearly as thick as halsin . . .❞

Willa had to look away, she felt.. too seen under a gaze she had constantly found herself gravitating to. His words were right; she had never tried to be anything but herself, "I seem to pale in comparison to the idea of me." The slayer of shadows, savior of the grove, whatever moniker he had stuck to her. Her brows furrowed, "you paid attention." Or he'd been nosy, she couldn't fault him for that. "He got what he wanted, turned around and said we should be free to roam, follow what we truly want-- I think he thought it would mean him but he all but got sick of the idea of only me."

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Taylor Swift, long story short

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rapunzel was different, ragnar thought. in more than just her name. in her kindness that he'd hoped was genuine & her beauty that caught his eye. the phantom rogue always had a good eye for beautiful things. with her comment about his own name, a short laugh passed his lips. ragnar wasn't a family name. he didn't even know who his family was. an orphan boy who was named by his streetwise foster parent as a baby. the only thing he had tied to his own family was his black wings that were hidden away by his sigil. ❝ that's me . . . one of a kind. ❞

ragnar smiled when rapunzel took the map from him. with a quick movement, he'd marked the tavern he's living near. not his real place of residence . . . he wasn't THAT stupid. you know, in case she ever got lost again. or just wanted to see him. as they went through the market, they were in front of the shoe shop. the rogue held out his hand to make way for her.

❝ take a look in there. 'll wait out here. but, before you check, you never told me . . . where are you from if not baldur's gate? ❞

rapunzel looked up at him and smiled, cheeks growing a light shade of pink when he repeated her name. and complimented it! "oh, thank you," she let a beat pass, still holding his gaze until he broke it off. she did, too, bringing her attention forward rather than to ragnar by her side. "i suppose my parents were hoping to be different. they've succeeded," she mused. "i've never met another person with my name. yours must have been hoping for the same result," she added, looking back in his direction. "i've never met another ragnar, either."

at that, she nodded; cheeks still pink for an entirely different reason now. embarrassment for having gotten herself lost, and fully expecting that when she and maximus did reunite, he would certainly let her hear it. and she supposed it was deserved, for having not paid much attention to where she'd been going. "i suppose he must be running himself into circles, hopefully he hasn't made too much of a fuss over me," she thought out loud, biting her lip. as he held the map out to her, she smiled, gently taking it from him. "thank you. i'll be sure to carry it with me whenever i venture out of the house."