#kynanleore

[kestrael-a]

KYNAN ASKS  :  are you sure ? we can stop if you want .

cass smiles at him ,  reaching to @kynanleore​ and brushing his hair out of his eyes .  the taste of both of their slurpees has mixed together in her mouth ,  something strange and yet still somehow pleasant .  maybe what makes it pleasant ,  though ,  is the man whose lap she sits atop  --  the care she can read in his eyes ,  the way out in his words should it be something that she wants .    “ i’m sure , ”  she promises ,  shifting her hips to press more firmly against him and leaning up for a kiss .

[snowsurvive-aa]

this  was  the  boy  i  loved .     a  little  bit  ruined .     a  beautiful  disaster .     just  like  me .          /          independent  kynan  leore  by  az     ;     independent  cassandra  de  rolo  by  katie .     template .

[pistolslinger]

kynan definitely doesn't have a thing for the woman he's supposed to be guarding, nope

      “ ooh?  inappropriate workplace relations?  saucy.  and you’re in denial, too!  don’t tell me, she’s . . . deadlier than you in some way, huh?  could probably kick your ass?  you strike me as the type to like that, maybe. ”

[snowsurvive-a]

𝐊𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐍     :     @kynanleore​     :     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄.     she  can  only  hope  that  it  gets  easier  over  time ,  that  a  rush  of  homesickness  for  a  mostly  empty  castle  doesn’t  hit  her  as  strongly  when  she  knows  that  she  will  get  to  return .     and ,  in  any  case ,  she  genuinely  enjoys  getting  to  explore  --  and  genuinely  enjoys  the  company  she  keeps  while  she  does  so .     a  quiet  day  in  a  town  she  later  can’t  remember  the  name  of ,  the  half - happy  prospect  of  returning  home  lingering  in  the  air ,  her  fingers  finding  his .     though  this  certainly  isn’t  the  first  time  she’s  done  this ,  far  from  it ,  a  blush  threatens  to  spill  across  her  cheeks .

[willowdied]

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕, 𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 ‘𝒐𝒉’?  

cyriel //  the unrelated moment

you tend to be more preoccupied with practical things, to the point where you've been blinded to matters of the heart. sure, you're close with this person. you like to be close with people. it is rewarding to know and be known in return. you leave realization no choice but to sneak up on you. they're not even in the room when it happens. someone or something else spells it out for you, an observant friend's passing comment or a particular sentence you were reading in a book, and suddenly it hits you, what it all means. the person your feelings have been building themselves around. Oh. it's them. it's time. it's them and you, here and now, and you have to decide what to do at this crossroads. luckily, you're practically-minded.

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[trickrydomain]

              kynan has been moved to a sideblog, as a test to see if i can handle two blogs at once / @kynanleore

[kestrael-a]

??? ASKS  :  who’s there?!

cassandra still hugs the shadows as @kynanleore​ wakes ,  fingers flexing awkwardly around the hilt of her sword .  it doesn’t fit well in her hand ,  but he doesn’t fit well in her tower .  “ no one you want to have a problem with , ”  she warns ,  doing the best she can to hide the nerves .  “ how did you find this tower ,  then ?  if you didn’t think there was anyone in here ? ”  she wishes delilah was here .  she’s equally glad that delilah wasn’t .  she wants to know everything about this man .  she equally wants him to disappear .

[kestrael-a]

KYNAN ASKS  :  any time spent with you is time i treasure.  every second.

her first answering noise is a half - laugh ,  half - sob ,  crossing the room to @kynanleore​ and throwing her arms around his neck after a nod of consent .  her nails grasp against his shirt to make certain that he’s real ,  that he’s here .  she’d hide her face in his neck ,  but she can’t get herself to stop looking into his eyes ,  getting lost in them .  “ i love you , ”  she whispers ,  a tad surprised by the admission but not by the feeling .  she repeats it ,  a little louder .  “ i love you . ”  is loving someone supposed to be joy ,  not pain ?  warm ,  not agony ?  safety ,  not loss ?  if this is what it is meant to feel like ,  cassandra could live in this feeling forever .

[kestrael-a]

KYNAN ASKS  :  the things we lost will always be heavier than the things that stayed.

she sits quietly with his words for a moment ,  looking out across the manor’s gardens .  she tries to root herself to her body ,  to remind herself that she is alive ,  sitting here with her closest friend ,  under the cover of a tree thousands of years older than her  --  a tree that had carried bodies so dear to her .  she would never be able to tell percy ,  but maybe @kynanleore​ knows without asking  --  cassandra knows that she would never be able to say it aloud .  anxious fingers start to unravel the pastry in her hands before she can help it ,  but she does manage to stay present at the expensive of the last quarter of her snack .  she knows that if she asked kynan to hold off on this conversation until they returned to the castle ,  he would  --  but she doesn’t know if she can hold her thoughts back that long .  and at least here the sun can reach her .

[kestrael-a]

KYNAN ASKS  :  [ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 ] My muse tries to make yours laugh when they are sad

cassandra feels the best she has in days .  thanks to @kynanleore​ ,  her hair is clean .  thanks to herself ,  her body is clean .  she’s eaten a whole meal ,  and now she’s settled in in front of the fire with a cup of tea and a cake and her favorite companion  —  blue eyes are unfocused still ,  however ,  exhausted in more ways than one .  

but she’s engaged enough to hear kynan teasing her  —  engaged enough to be able to see his eyes ,  to see the mirth in them . a laugh breaks through ,  short and soft and sad even so ,  though for a brief moment the sun breaks through the storm .  though the clouds close back over ,  an edge of tension has released ,  and her shoulders loosen  —  a distinct change from where they were just moments before .

[kestrael-a]

kyssandra pls

Gives nose/forehead kisses : kynan gives forehead kisses and cass gives nose ones , just due to height differences . when cass can reach his forehead ? she'll 100% give him forehead kisses too . Gets jealous the most : i don't think . . . either of them , really ? they get protective of each other , but there's no possessive / jealous element to it . Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive : considering that kynan doesn't tend to drink and cass doesn't tend to go out without him , this situation doesn't come up very often . but if it did , kynan . Takes care of on sick days : listen , if kynan doesn't keep an eye on cass while she's sick , she will try to leave the room and go back to work . she also really would benefit from the company , and will do the same for him when he's ill . Drags the other person out into the water on beach day : i think they both goad each other into it . Gives unprompted massages : there's never any touching without asking about it first . Drives/rides shotgun : they take turns . cass is very fond of her car , but she's also fond of getting to watch kynan concentrate on something . Brings the other lunch at work : kynan . cass will forget to eat otherwise . but she'll make him have some too . Has the better parental relationship : . . . anyway . Tries to start role-playing in bed : again with the ' nothing without discussing it first ' . i don't know if either of them would bring it up . Embarrassingly drunk dancer : cassandra . Still cries watching Titanic : cass refuses to watch it lmao . Firmly believes in couples costumes : cass . . . isn't much of a costume person , honestly ? Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas : cassandra johanna von musel klossowski de rolo . Makes the other eat breakfast : both . whoever starts it gets uno reversed immediately . Remembers anniversaries : both . Brings up having kids : cassandra does , if only because she plans on bringing tess into her family , and wants to know if kynan wants to be involved .

[kestrael-a]

KYNAN  STARTER  :  drunk  cass .

she  would  say  that  winter’s  crest  has  snuck  up  on  her ,  but  she’s  spent  so  much  time  planning  the  festival  that  she’s  been  thinking  about  it  since  the  summer .  but  her  opening  duties  are  finished ,  the  rest  of  the  festival  is  out  of  her  hands ,  and  she  turns  to  a  few  glasses  of  wine  to  celebrate  the  successful  setup  and  execution  –  and  it’s  then  that  she  sees  her  husband ,  her  beloved  @kynanleore ,  and  a  smile  bursts  across  her  lips ,  moving  to  his  side  and  wrapping  her  arms  around  his  waist .    “ hello ,  captain , ”    she  says ,  voice  as  affectionate  and  warm  as  her  embrace .     “ having  a  good  winter’s  crest ? ”

[snowsurvive-aa]

@kynanleore​ ( kynan )     :     consider ; kynan spending the night, the two of them ending up dancing because she mentions she used to like doing it. him standing and offering her his hand and just, he tries his best.

kynan  being  here  with  her  softens  the  edges  of  almost  anything  else ,  within  the  walls  of  this  apartment  that  had  been  the  closest  thing  she’s  had  to  home  for  so  much  of  her  freed  life .     they’d  been  watching  some  sort  of  dancing  documentary  show  on  netflix ,  something  that  cassandra  hadn’t  been  fully  paying  attention  to  if  she’s  being  fully  honest  --  not  when  kynan  was  settled  so  close  beside  her  on  the  couch ,  not  with  his  attention  and  his  warmth .     his  standing  and  his  proffered  hand  startle  a  delighted  laugh  from  her ,  as  she  takes  the  hand  and  joins  him  before  the  television .     she  guides  his  hands  to  their  proper  placement  on  her  waist  and  twined  with  hers ,  leading  him  gently  into  it  --  looking  up  at  him  after  a  moment  with  a  bright  spark  of  joy  in  her  eyes ,  so  rarely  seen  these  days .

[snowsurvive-aa]

@kynanleore ( kynan )     :      [ wash ] - for sender to help reciever with washing their hair

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 ,  both  to  allow  him  as  much  access  as  possible  and  also  because  she  can’t  gather  the  will  to  shift  her  weight .     the  warm  water  feels  nice ,  she  supposes ,  and  the  bathing  shift  that  she’s  wearing  is  clean  and  comfortable ,  and  kynan  is  being  gentle ,  and  he  tells  her  what  he’s  going  to  do  with  her  hair  next  and  how  he’s  going  to  touch  her  before  he  does  so .     the  most  that  she  does  on  her  own  is  to  slide  underneath  the  water  to  clean  the  soap  out  of  her  hair ,  eyes  squeezed  shut  and  breath  held .     when  she  comes  out  of  the  water ,  blinking  soapy  water  out  of  her  eyes ,  all  she  manages  is  a  few  words  ( which  is  more  than  she’s  been  able  to  do  all  day )  :          “ can  you . . . wash  it  again ? ”          it’s  been  a  long  time  since  she’d  cleaned  it  last  --  as  she’s  sure  kynan’s  been  able  to  tell .

[snowsurvive-aa]

@kynanleore​ ( kynan )     :      Send a ◈ for a first kiss between our muses.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 ,  it’s  his  lips  that  first  ply  hers  --  warm  and  slightly  chapped  and  respectfully  hesitant .     but  once  his  lips  press  to  hers ,  a  little  gasp  escapes  her  throat ,  and  her  hands  slide  from  his ,  slide  up  his  arms ,  grasp  gently  on  his  shoulders .     their  inn  room’s  fireplace  crackles  pleasantly  in  her  ears ,  with  the  soft  sounds  of  their  lips  against  each  other ,  and  cassandra  can’t  help  but  to  think  that  this  is  perhaps  the  best  way  to  have  a  first  kiss .

[snowsurvive-aa]

@kynanleore ( kynan )     :     [ CLIMB ]  for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse.

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ,  she  really  does .     but  she  also  knows  that  if  he  keeps  on  treating  her  like  this ,  she’ll  scream  --  and  that’s  not  fair  to  either  of  them .     he’s  always  been  protective  of  her ,  especially  since  the  vecna  incident  --  but  he’d  calmed  down  over  their  years  together ,  as  she  became  more  and  more  capable  of  protecting  herself .     now ,  though ,  in  this  new  stage  of  their  life ,  he’s  returned  to  his  old  ways ,  and  she’s  not  going  to  put  up  with  that  any  longer .     cassandra  stops  on  the  stairs  two  steps  above  kynan ,  spins  to  face  him ,  taking  his  face  in  her  hands .     blue  eyes  meet  his  brown  ones ,  keep  them  both  rooted  together .          “ kynan , ”          she  says ,  serious  but  not  unloving .            “ my  love .     my  heart .     my  husband .     i’m  pregnant ,  not  made  of  glass . ”