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#garttina #THIS IS WONDERFUL AHAHHAHAH

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#garttina #SCREAMS

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#garttina #fjaksdlf babies #v: canon

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The First Crossing || Garsiv & Attina

As natives of the Persian deserts, Garsiv and his men found travel between the provinces far less trying than many others were. He grew up in the heat and the sand and it no longer bothered him, although the same could not often be said for the prisoner among their ranks. At least, he remembered she was a prisoner, although the other soldiers seemed to be effectively charmed by her. She was a woman, he would grant them, and they rarely saw one as exotic as she.

He, on the other hand, was not so charmed. She would make an excellent addition to his bedchamber, but beyond that, he had little interest in her witty remarks and arrogant disposition. He preferred his women quieter, politer, and more obedient. Attina had driven him quite near rash action; he only stopped himself because he preferred to deliver her to his father with no marks on her pale cheeks.

By now, they'd travelled all the way from the Mediterranean Sea to the first of the great rivers, the mighty Euphrates. It was a smaller crossing than they would face later on at the Tigris, at least at this section of the waterway, but he still worried. The strange woman with fins had much more opportunity to escape if they entered water and he had to make sure that did not happen.

Not that she would make it far in the desert on her own, even if she were lucky enough to cross someone's path who would treat her halfway decently. But she was worth much more to him alive than dead.

He drew from his canteen as he made his way to where she sat in her tent, his strides long, stomping, and proud. A rivulet of water dribbled down his knuckles as he lowered the water from his lips and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

"Water," he grunted, shoving the skin toward her gruffly. "We have plenty of it now, so drink while you can. It will not last forever."

#asongtheoceansung #v: canon #the first crossing #yesssss finally got it up

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#actual siv #more of this beautiful shit okay #UGH PERF MODERN SIV

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Toby Kebbell as Robert “Bobby” Miller in The Veteran (2011)

"Paratroopers don’t die, they reorg in hell. You cunt."

#actual siv #some beautiful people did some great Toby photosets #I'm obsessed with these because they're 2000% modern siv

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apologies for the inactivity, folks, especially those of you who are members of Spellbound

Garsiv has been notably absent from my head as of late, but don't worry, I'm not giving up on him

currently I'm in the middle of finals so I'm taking things slow all over, but hopefully after Monday, I'll be able to come back and get my drafts done (even though I only have two)

thanks for the patience, lovelies!

#ooc #tbd

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Love *.* on We Heart It.

#garttina #the facial feATURES LOOK LIKE HIM

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Happy Valentines Day, bae. <3 I hope you and your boy are out having an amazing evening! Love you bunches!

whEEZES THIS IS THE BEST VALENTINE EVER BABYYYY THANK YOUUUU

#favorites; #asongtheoceansung #submission

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aaaaand tumblr cleared my entire inbox without my permission

I had a bunch of memes in there

I'm actually really irritated

#ooc #tbd

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"......Well-- that would depend entirely on your definition of better. I would be unhappy if you chose to leave like that, but it seems like appropriate breakfast attire if you ask me, doll."

Good Morning, Starshine

"Mm…you’re probably right. What do you think of this? Any better?"

#v: 20s #asongtheoceansung #gif chat;

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"Do what you'd like, but it's a little big for you, don't you think?"

Good Morning, Starshine

"Morning, Puppy. Mind if I wear this?"

#asongtheoceansung #gif chat; #ffff cuties #v: 20s

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Toby Kebbell GIF Hunt

#86 GIFs of various sizes of Toby Kebbell available for download below (aka every last one I could find). None of these GIFs belong to me as I am totally incapable of making them myself. If any of your GIFs are included and you would like to be credited or for them removed, please send me a message. Please like or reblog if you found this helpful in any way.

Likewise, as Toby Kebbell GIFs are rare, so if you have any to add to this hunt, please send me a message.

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Ohhh, tsk tsk princey. You won't get her back with that attitude. Anymore snark from you and she'll lose her fingers first, followed by her toes...or fins....

"I will be needing proof before you antagonize me further. I have no reason to believe you have her. If you think you can fool Persia's own general or treat me like a child, you are unfortunately mistaken!"

#garsiv answers; #Anonymous

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What would you say if I told you I have your precious Attina, and you won't ever see her again? Play nice, and you just might get her back.

"I would say I don’t believe you and that only cowards hide behind masks. You could not threaten a more dangerous man. Dare to even speak my wife’s name again and I will ensure the loss of your head.”

#garsiv answers #Anonymous #asongtheoceansung #fhasdjkfjasld

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Siv gave a long sigh and rolled his eyes, despite her expression. She'd take it back before long, he thought, when it was more convenient for her. He didn't bother to mention that, while she seemed to claim he had a choice, she'd practically blackmailed him into the matter. She'd deny it, of course, but if she was going to pursue a visit to his family, he had to be there, no matter how much he hated it.

"You already arranged this, didn't you?" he practically growled, his lip curling in distaste. The idea of seeing them all again after he'd left... His father, his mother, his brothers... It brought a bad taste to his mouth. This was what he struggled to avoid all this time. And no matter what Dany claimed, heading back with her in tow hardly felt safe. "Who did you talk to? My father? My brother? You might as well tell me, since you've already roped me into all this shit."

{ the mother country }

"Yeah, well. I’m enforcing it now,” she shot back, displeasure manifesting on the curve of her lips. “Need I also remind you that you didn’t have to come. You chose to, so now you’re stuck doing whatever I am.”

The car rolled to a stop before her, and she gave the driver a brilliant smile before stepping forward to go through the door he held open. “Come on. We’re going to the hotel first - because no, I’m not an idiot and I know how to book a room.” The smile returned, but this time, there was a hardness beneath it’s luster. “And then we’re going to meet your family for dinner.”

And with that, she slid into the cool exterior of the car.

#the mother country #fireandburberry #targ!verse

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The woman was, indeed, some sort of inhuman creature, the likes of which he’d never seen before. Perhaps it was enough to make lesser, more gullible people believe in higher powers or sorcery, but Garsiv was determined to keep his head on straight despite anything. She could not hurt him, he reasoned, and he still was not convinced he was not being duped. She could not possibly be a witch, despite his former misgivings. A dream was out of the question; he felt far too awake and alert for that nonsense. It must be a trick then, but a trick he did not understand and one he intended to figure out, one way or another.

He hadn’t paid any real attention to the lacerations all over her smooth, pale legs, at least not until right in that moment. They’d hurt her, which came as no surprise to him. To them, she was nothing but a sideshow, a source of money that had to be dealt with if it misbehaved. To Garsiv and his men, she did not represent much more. She would more than certainly impress his father and likely his brothers as well, and he would receive all the credit for finding such an exquisite oddity. If the wounds upon her told him one thing, it was that she managed to keep a fighting spirit despite adversity and, more importantly, pain. That did not bode particularly well for his nerves for the way home. She would likely prove difficult to control and contain, and although he knew he would easily manage it, he did not take kindly to inconveniences.

Sharp, dark eyes flickered down to her as she spoke to him with more than a little venom behind her tone. His mouth drew into itself tightly. Did she not understand how unwise it was to dig herself an even deeper hole? He released her arm rather roughly with a ‘humph,’ wrinkling his nose just slightly as he looked down at her.

“I’d prefer not to dirty my hands again anyway,” he hissed in response as he crossed his broad arms over his armored chest.

The shop keep emerged at that moment, holding an armful of clothing that made Garsiv nearly roll his eyes. How many options did the woman need, after all? He, for one, did not particularly care what she wore, just so long as she could ride astride a horse and not burn in the sun. He had no desire to deal with that. The man with the clothes looked confused, and perhaps a little frightened, when Garsiv approached him and seized the wares, flipping through them briefly. He picked out something plain, but logical: a light cotton shirt and a pair of pants he knew would not give way easily to terrible riding sores.

“Take these,” he commanded, tossing them at her, “and change. We need to be moving. And you—” His attention turned back to the shop keep. “—shoes as well. Now.”

Dead In the Water - Attina & Garsiv

She fully believed him when he said he did not care at all whether she lived or died. There was a cold distance to his tone, and she noticed that every single time he allowed himself to even look at her, there was nothing but a calculating menace that told her exactly how much she meant to him. Even as a prize. She really hadn’t meant for her snide remark to get him to talk though, and because he actually took the time to explain why he had done what he did let her know that there were ways of getting to him. Specifically, if his judgement of actions or given orders were brought into question. 

Her lips pressed together tightly as this thought crossed her mind, and she narrowed her glacial eyes as she looked up into his face. She would keep her musings to herself for now. She guessed that there would be plenty of time to test her theories on the trip to…wherever he was planning on taking her. She would have to step carefully around him, though, for she had a feeling that the rage she had seen in him had only been the tip of the iceberg. She couldn’t help but feel that there was something utterly broken in this man, the way he viewed and treated others, and the rage she practically feel thrumming just underneath the surface of his skin. 

She looked away from him, still holding her tongue, as his only reaction to her change was a slight falter in his step and sharp intake of breath. She watched the crowd around them ripple in unease, particularly the soldiers this prince had arrived with. To her captors credit, though, he recovered in the same breath, and somewhat grudgingly admitted that now she would need to be covered. As he turned towards the shop, she glanced over his shoulder at the large, black horse that was following them both, and studied the creature in her careful way. She was thoroughly impressed when it stayed where it was on command, but she didn’t have time to dwell on that.

The shade the shop provided was welcomed, and she hissed as her legs shifted when he set her down. They were covered in lacerations, reminders of the torture and the scales she had lost from her tail, and she looked on blankly as thin rivulets of blood snaked their way down her pale legs. She decided she would focus on that rather than the shock of the shopkeeper, or the tight grip about her wrist. It was only when the shopkeeper hurried quickly off into the back of the shop that she dared to look up at the man who now held her prisoner. “You don’t need to hold my hand. I’m in no condition to run, and even if I were, I’m not dim-witted. I know when escape is hopeless.” she told him, her tones flat.

"I’ll be able to walk back out, too. You won’t have to carry me." 

#Dead In The Water #asongtheoceansung #v: canon #i'll wait forever for you bby