#shiilelagh

[crimesoughtarchive]

@shiilelagh asked:

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[oathfcrged]

@shiilelagh : [Kisses the other on the cheek]

It caught him off guard - evident by the slight tint of pink that filled in his cheeks, despite his attempt not to blush he had failed, his expression gave him away more often than it didn't. Aksel considered it a weakness most of the time, perhaps not on this occasion.

The paladin looked to Eleva, his brow raising, lips pursed tightly together, again failing to hide the smile that started to appear on his lips. " What did I do to deserve that? " Nothing sprang to mind, but it was no less appreciated, it'd just caught him off guard. " Or is it just my lucky day? "

[oathwilled]

🔥 we’re all shocked

[recitedemise]

∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair .

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺: still accepting. including: (24) crawling into bed with gale, and (95) cradling gale's face.

Dreams are dazzling little things, Gale thinks. You can have a tadpole in your brain, nurse cataclysms in your bones, but shutter your eyes to the world for but a moment, and suddenly: paradise. An oasis. Calm. Gale, laid within his tent now, has half the mind to chase those tendrils of hard-sought silence. In the ravines of his mind, he thinks of the Weave's vast canvas, and in all those colors of blue and cosmic-roses, he tastes, what he believes, to be magic and hope... Then, he hears it: a rustle in his bedsheets. And then, a vision: of elation. Her.

She is reality.

"If this is a dream, I would ask for a few minutes more," Gale sleepily mutters. Then, cheekily, "or perhaps an eternity." He smiles. Upon the careful brush of her palms, he smells lavender, earth, and the deep, deep notes of rain-drenched soil. In ways he's yet too frightened to admit, it strikes him much like home, and Eleva, gaze soft, rakes her fingers through his hair. Gale preens like a kitten. He inches ever near. And what -- well, bliss, he merrily confesses. He's spent such months in errant loneliness, in those deepest trenches of despair, yet as death looms ever nearer, he has found his comfort, has discovered joy and respite in the bedlam and grief. He pries his eyes open for a glimmer of a moment, and patient, she cradles the softness to his cheeks. He counts her every eyelash and eyes her smiling mouth. Dream, he deduces. The very stuff of it. "Stay," he asks. He holds her gaze, and smelled of wine, thunderstorms, and a wave of oud, Gale places his hand atop her own. Bare, his heart ever lays. "If it's of no bother to you, I would very much like it if you joined me tonight."

[bhaalswn-arch]

❝ today i killed three men. ❞

peaky blinders sentence starters. ( ACCEPTING )

"——You, you what?" Suddenly you got up from your chair, grabbed it without a second thought and smashed it against the ground; hard until the chair legs broke off. You grabbed three now broken and unusable wooden legs, all three now in your arms, being carried. "I'd say good for you, but I shouldn't encourage this! Should I? Just, just take them. Take these wooden legs from the chair that is no longer useable and sacrifice them for your oak father for forgiveness, right?"

[melpcmene-arch]

one-liner starter call. ( @shiilelagh )

The soft calling of birds announced the early morning, and Alkas stumbles back into the camp: "I'm back..."

[remaimed]

[ TRAIL ]:  sender  leaves  a  trail  of  kisses  down  receivers  stomach.

𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 // @shiilelagh

KEEPING AN EYE ON THEM as they every so slowly kissed down his body. Each kiss was only increasing the HEAT he felt inside him. Moving just a little to adjust, not SQUIRMING well not yet. He moved down to cup their cheek, stopping them before they got too low. he wished to SAVOR this.

[seluniite-archived]

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂 & 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻

"I know it's a bit much." Eira had been accustomed to the bustling streets of Waterdeep, so being back home in Baldur's Gate felt familiar once more, albeit far more crowded with the complicated labyrinth of cramped alleyways. Eleva clearly found discomfort in their surroundings in comparison to the freedom of open fields and woodlands, and worry etched in Eira's brow as the growing crowd of onlookers toward the center's square seemed to only amplify the druid's nerves.

A gentle hand takes Eleva's as Eira pulls her away, toward one of the alleyways that had mercifully emptied as a result of the gathering. Her palms reach up to frame freckled cheeks, using thumbs to brush beneath the blonde's eyes before pressing kisses down her forehead, nose, and lips.

"We'll be out of here soon, I promise."

[weavewilled]

“I will never get enough of you.” 

↳ saucy dialogue ( accepting ) / @shiilelagh

HE'S NOT USED TO BEING THE ONE UNWOUND. Laying back to let others take care of him is desperately foreign — enough that it makes him feel, vaguely, like he's not doing enough. But she comes to him, unravels him so thoroughly, so brilliantly. 

And oh, does she know how to play him — her mouth around him, working him until he’s a panting mess. It’s not difficult to get him there, not really — he feels oh so brilliantly, so sharply, so fiercely, unashamed of sensation and letting it wash over him. 

And, now: his cock lies heavy on his belly, slick as she pulls off, and his hips shift to try to instinctually chase the sensation left behind. He groans, low and heavy and thick in his throat, and he exhales a breath in a shivering laugh. ❝ Gods, ❞ he murmurs, wonderingly. ❝ Nor I of you. ❞ He tugs her up, and kisses her deep, needing, teeth and tongue and desire. 

He’s a patient lover, and even enjoys playing with sensation and riding that edge without falling over — but right now there’s some primal need, and the urgency bleeds into the kiss, his touch, the way he squeezes her thighs and encourages legs to straddle 'round his own. ❝ So drown in me, ❞ he utters, voice rough, drawn tight. ❝ Let me drown in you. We’ll go together until we’re too exhausted to want more. ❞

[inabsentiiarch]

(totally anon) i want to play with his hair....... i wonder if he'd let me braid flowers in it

Anonymously send me something your muse is thinking about mine

"And what makes you think I wouldn't let you braid it?" The fighter tilts his head slightly, a smile softly tugging at the corners of his lips. "After all," Lucan leans forward to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I can hardly say no to you, sunshine." His smile widens slightly into a grin as he pulls away. "And, flowers look good on me."

[fereldensheroes]

@shiilelagh liked for a Cullen!

A gasp left him as he shocked awake on the coastline. The man jolted upwards, hand to the hilt of his blade--- yet he saw nothing to fight. He saw a waterway, the rubble of a crash... no sign of those strange humanoids that had taken him, nor their... brain things. Still, he was on edge. The first noise he heard, his blade was drawn, pointed in the direction.

[crimesoughtarchive]

☀ obviously

send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive

"You know, I think you mentioned that before, but I was distracted."

[oathfcrged]

@shiilelagh : before you know it, i'd be breaking into song or declaring love to the first person i laid eyes on.

That didn't sound unlike something he'd do, he'd drink and the person who caught his eye would have his undivided attention for the night - though perhaps he wouldn't declare love for them. But that was probably why he refused to repeat the habit. Some might call it avoidance, Aksel considered it smart.

" What about both? " The paladin grinned before he took a sip of his ale. " I can be your back up singer or even your wing man, either or. " He wouldn't leave anyone unattended without good reason - not if there was to be alcohol or any chance of a situation going downhill.

A single finger nudged the cup of ale in her direction - he had intended to give it to her, his own in his free hand. " It is yours if you want, I promise not to let you do anything stupid and if I am too drunk by the time you do I will join in. "

[itsalcngstory]

you look like shit. (for eris!)

"Oh please, I never do." Except, the bags under the tieflings gaze appear darker than usual, a clawed hand rising to rake through dark locks, a heavy breath escaping her. "Granted, it's been difficult to sleep as of recent."

@shiilelagh

[bhaalswn-arch]

❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . ( ACCEPTING )

"You know why," You mutter; your face faintly flushed, forehead coated in a small thin layer of sweat as your body feels hot flushed against hers. "I'll probably lose myself if I don't." Your face is now pushed right against the crook of her neck and shoulder, flushed and hot, groaning. You snap your hips forward, almost brutal. Your nails skimming over her naked skin, leaving faint marks behind. Your teeth ache, wanting to bite into her. For teeth to sink deeply into flesh. To taste not only the blood but the flesh itself. Warm against your mouth, soft against your teeth. Freckled skin bleeding. But you do eventually control yourself via focusing on your movements, thrusting in more, rough but not too brutal. You're too aware of what you could easily do. Preventing a death is easier said than done, but you're managing thanks to the love for her. How deeply infatuated you are when it came to Eleva.

How will you rise if your sunshine died in your arms tonight? The moon needed the sun, you needed Eleva. Bodies flushed against each other in a night of sweet passion. Your head full of her, enough to drive back that urge to dig teeth into her shoulders, into her thighs and her skin. You smash your lips against her sweet lips, kissing her hard.

[melpcmene-arch]

POST - IT NOTE (alkas!)

send “ POST - IT NOTE ” for what my muse would leave yours in a post - it note message ! ( accepting !! )

Dearest Sunshine. You wonder where I went, or are you wondering? You're probably wondering now since you're reading this. I need to clear my head. With what has been happening, I cannot just stay around at camp with so many people currently around me, including you. It calls. It beckons. It wants me to hurt you all. And I have not been completely honest with you, nor with them all.

I have this so-called "butler". But I do not believe him. Well, I do not believe that he's simply a butler. Nor do I know who this Father is. Certain events have stirred up and I need isolation for just a moment. I need the air to breathe. But I shall return once my head is properly cleared up. Do not follow me. Do not try and find me, and for the love of hells. Do not shift into some bird and fly around. I know once I'm back, you'll probably drag me into the nine hells for worrying you. I'll be fine.

Yours truly. Your moonlight, Alkas.