#i have so many ed & kira feels guys PLEASE make me talk about them more

[handwrittenhello]

"Dad?" Kira's voice filtered through the mindless haze of Edgin's cursing as he weeded the garden.

"Yeah, hon?" he replied distractedly. The mint was starting to take over, and while its leaves made a nice tea, there was only so much they could harvest at a time. He tried to calculate how much he could rip out without going overboard.

"I want to be a rogue."

Edgin's hands stilled on a clump of roots. He stared at the dirt underneath his fingernails. "Okay," he finally said, hearing himself from a distance.

"What?"

"Okay," he repeated. Thoughts surfaced one after another in his mind. He didn't put words to any of them. You're too young. We don't have to steal to get by anymore. I'm a horrible influence. Your mom would hate me.

"I thought..." She trailed off. "You're not mad?"

Edgin finally looked up. She stood just outside the garden, hovering behind the gate as if to keep a barrier between them. Her hands twisted in the fabric of her dress. It was getting short on her—she'd grown recently.

"Do you want me to be?" he asked mildly. "I don't know what you want me to say, honey." He couldn't say what he actually thought. He'd promised honesty, but...

"It's just... Uncle Forge..." Even now, she still called him that, and Edgin winced every time. A habit of two years was going to be hard to break.

Or, as his mind liked to remind him late at night when he should be sleeping, maybe she didn't want to break it. Maybe she wished he were her dad instead. What good was Edgin, failure of a man, compared to a life in Neverwinter Castle? A life she could never go back to, once he'd come along and stirred up a bunch of shit.

"What about him?" Edgin asked, turning back to the vegetables. As he pulled up carrots he imagined it was Forge's guts he was pulling out.

"I'm not doing it to be like him," she said in a rush. "I don't want to be like him."

Ha, Edgin thought savagely. Shaped in your image my ASS. "Well, good, because he's rotting in prison."

"That's not what I mean!" she said, but she was hiding a smile. "I just meant, I'm not following anyone. It's what I want to do."

"Well, you don't need my permission." As much as he hated it, he'd missed two years of her life; she was nearly grown, now. Another year or so and she'd be old enough to take on an apprenticeship, even though it seemed like yesterday he could fit her tiny swaddled body in the crook of one arm.

"You don't like it." She'd caught him out, and he froze.

Then he brushed the dirt from his hands and stood, his knees cracking loudly in protest. Gods, he was so old. To prove to himself he still could, he hopped over the fence to join her outside the garden.

"You're right, I don't like it. I don't like that you grew up while I wasn't there to see. I don't like that we never had the option of an honest living. I don't like that your mom would hate me for doing this to you." He reached out and pulled her into a hug. "But I like you, no matter what. If you think that becoming a rogue is what's right for you, then do it. Don't ever change yourself just because you think someone will love you better for it."

"That's so sappy," she said, but her face was buried in his shirt and he knew she was hiding tears.

"I'm a bard. It comes with the job description."

"Good thing I'm not becoming a bard then." He broke the hug and pushed her away in mock disgust as she laughed.

"I take it all back, you're a disgrace of a daughter. I'm sending you to bardic college until you learn some respect."

She laughed again, a beautiful sound. He vowed, not for the first time, to do everything in his power to make sure she never stopped.

[imaginethesonsofipswich]

What A Pair We Make (Reid Garwin)

Anonymous said:

(1) First of all, can I just say that i rlly love ur blog. 💖 Second, please please please, write one about reid? like the oc is the fem version of him but a little bit like blair waldorf? thank you in advance and please keep writing 💖 ur imagines are golden 😊😊😊 

(2)  HIIII! aww may gawd, u replied 💖 (with a cas gif. I love u too, fam) sorry if it was vague, maybe the story could be they’re in this love/hate relationship but some hoe is trying to flirt with reid and oc gets real jelly? and then blurts out that she loves him??? please??? :3 thank u sm for this. cuz im legit having reid feels & idk how to handle this. 💖💖💖i

(OC’s name: Peyton Morris)

Word Count: 1,289

It was another gloomy day in Ipswich, Massachusetts and just another day at Spencer Academy for one Peyton Morris. She exited her family car rather dispassionately, while genuinely thanking her driver. This has been her daily routine for the past year after her family’s move from Manhattan, New York.

She never got around to asking her parents why they moved but there was a part of her that like the simplicity of Ipswich. Spencer Academy was a different subject, entirely. It almost disappointed her when she discovered it mirrored her old school. Well, the zip codes may be different, but douche-bags are the same wherever you go. Meeting Kira Snider and, subsequently, Aaron Abbott didn’t turn out to be an overall good first impression.

She’d been waiting for class to start when a shadow fell over her desk. She knew then that she definitely wasn’t going to like the person responsible.

“Hi, I’m Kira Snider. You must be new,” a barely contained sneer marred an otherwise average female face.

“Peyton,” a tight smile formed on her own face, unwilling to back down from a would-be instigator.

All eyes were on them. Peyton wasn’t the first to go through this and she doubted she’d be the last. Private school politics were becoming such a pain.

“Ipswich is a long way from Manhattan. What is it that your parents do, by the way?” The mock-interest was clear; so was her intention.

Peyton smiled as she began, “Listen, Snider, um, there are some things,” she nonchalantly regarded Kira, “we need to clear up.” She paused to give some semblance of a chance for the other girl to get a word in. Peyton stood and faced the seemingly self-proclaimed Queen B, “I don’t care if you run this school or think that you do. I don’t care who you are, who your parents are, and I certainly don’t care about what anyone in this school may think of me. What my parents do is our family’s business, no one else’s, least of all, yours.” Kira’s reddened face amused her immensely. A slight smug grin appeared on Peyton’s face. “Furthermore, you’re right, Ipswich is a long way from Manhattan and I hate to break it to you, because I’m pretty sure you have low self-esteem already, that’s like comparing Chihuahuas to grey wolves. And that means whatever you dish out,” Peyton tsked, “I can dish out way worse,” she finished in a stage whisper.

There were hushed snickers that descended upon the classroom.

A boy appeared behind her, sneering, “We could make your life hell.”

“I vacation there. It’s actually quite nice in the summer,” Peyton countered easily.

The teacher chose to walk in then. Her practiced, cold stare visibly unsettled the pair and she watched them walk back to their seats. The rest of her classes were uneventful. Then, she met him. More like heard him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone execute a takedown as good as the one you pulled on Kira,“ the male voice sounded as giddy as his owner looked. He stuck out his hand, “Reid Garwin.”

One look at him and she knew he was trouble. And that devil-may-care grin didn’t win him any brownie points.

“Peyton Morris,“ she informed as she walked passed him

Reid Garwin was attractive with his blonde hair and blue eyes. She didn’t exactly hate him but they didn’t exactly have a friendship. Reid made Peyton wary. There were so many mixed signals they were sending each other. She’d think there’d be a spark but the next minute, it’s gone, nowhere to be found. And Reid was a player, a flirt, but Peyton wasn’t a saint either. Though she’d never slept with any of her male peers, she was positive Reid had atleast sampled a few their female peers.

In the weeks that followed, there were whispers about the pair. The rumor mill was producing so much salacious gossip, even Provost Higgins had to step in. The provost issued a kind of gag order, one that would be enforced by school officials, and teachers, coaches, etc. The rumors stopped but the otherwise-stable friendship continued.

A year later, this is where they are. She sighs thinking of her attempts at relationships while at the Academy. All very promising young men but she could never get the one she actually wanted out of her mind. It earned her the female equivalent of Reid’s reputation, except hers didn't afford her bragging rights. An arm slung over her shoulders broke her chain of thought. She didn’t have to see who it was but she turned to look anyway.

“I thought I was having a shitty morning but the I saw you," he winked.

She smiled ruefully, “Funny mine continues to be a downhill slide." She shrugged off his arm.

There were people looking, freshmen girls by the look of them. It always made her jealous but he wasn't hers so there was nothing she could do really.

“Don’t you have fresh meat to spoil or something?" She tried to make it sound flippant but lately she’d lost her touch. And it seemed the bastard had almost caught on.

“Nah, 'm not really interested in training when I know someone already knows the tricks,"he barked a laugh, “Hey, Peyton, what's -?"

She power walked to her first class, intent on ignoring Reid for as long as possible. Alas, the universe had it out for her; there was some conspiracy for sure. That's what her mind immediately went to when Peyton Morris saw one of the new class sidling up to the recently shunned blonde-haired, blue-eyed wonder. The freshman wasn’t even trying to hide it; she wanted people to know.

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

She walked up to them just as the freshman laughed at something that was most likely not funny, if the faces of the rest of the group were anything to go buy.

“Hey guys, " Peyton quickly acknowledged the guys before turning to Reid, “Reid, can we talk for a second?"

“Who are you, his girlfriend?” she asked, as if Peyton very existence was a personal affront.

Peyton took a second to collect herself and adopted her best patronizing demeanor. She looked right into the freshman’s eyes, “I’m the one who can and will make you immediately irrelevant.”

She doesn’t have time to hear the younger girl’s response. She’s being carried through campus over Reid’s shoulder. At least he’s got the decency to hold her skirt down. It’s some time until the blonde finds a private enough place, somewhere behind a school building.

“What the hell was that? Back there?” The question came from the deepest part of him, Peyton could tell.

She sighed, “What do you think it was, Reid? You’re smart. It’s part of the reason I-” She’d almost said it, almost let it out into the damn universe.

An incredulous look descended upon his face, “You what? You always act like I’m your worst option. There’s no way in hell. No. Way. You can’t be jealous because you don’t-!”

“You don’t get to tell me that shit! We’re both idiots because we know I’m jealous because I love you, you massive idiot!” She hadn’t intended on getting so impassioned by her declaration; she got louder than anyone had ever heard her and she was out of breath.

For once, Reid was speechless He’d never heard you cuss before either. Peyton realized then what she’d done and only felt mortification. Well, she did until she heard him laugh.

Her head between his hands, he put his forehead against hers. “We’re probably the biggest idiots Spencer Academy has ever seen,” blue eyes sparkled with mischief, “but we'll be each other’s idiots.”

Peyton spoke then, his lips barely a centimeter from hers, “What a fucking pair we make.”