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[gilneans]

also hey i’m over on @tartarusdwells if you want to follow me for my other blogs. i love tess to bits but my muse is extremely finicky because... well, you know.

#ˢᵉᵃ'ˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵘᶫᶫˢʰᶦᵗ — out of character .

[gilneans]

if i come back here it’s purely for kel because blizzard fucking sucks.

#that's the tea #ˢᵉᵃ'ˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵘᶫᶫˢʰᶦᵗ — out of character .

[gilneans]

gilneans asked: 💋 for lucy ok………….. okay maybe…………….. but maybe let them KISS

Celebrating a victory felt as hollow as ever now, but it was something they all had needed. The question was, whether it was truly a victory or waiting for the next attack, but the official narrative for tonight was that the Alliance had been victorious - and that was to be celebrated at Proudmoore Keep itself, with the Lord Admiral presiding over the festivities and of course, with many high-ranking quests.

Letting loose in those circumstances wasn’t something Lady Waycrest was used to; in fact, it felt like the last party she attended had been a lifetime ago. After all, there hadn’t been much reasons over the last months, year even.  In that case, she had been thankful that the princess of Gilneas kindly had joined her for the evening so she wouldn’t feel too much out of place; quite a symbiotic relationship, because Lucy would’ve guessed that as a royal moving in a foreign nation wasn’t too comfortable either. And aside from sharing the same table, they also shared more than one drink. It was a celebration, and that was part of it; and competitive as she was, they challenged each other in many ways over the course of the evening, until they reached that state of inebriation that made them wander off on their own adventure.

They had left the keep between the beer and wine served, hand in hand, giggling like they were little girls and had a fraction of that carelessness before left, making their way to the maze. Lucy couldn’t probably tell whose idea it had been, tipsy as they were, to go hide and seek there. And with the cool air carried over from the sea hit them, 

She felt the princess - no, Tess - pulling her back before she could run off into the dark again, twirling her around, and pulling her close as if they were still dancing to the faint music that still reached them there; Lucy expected that this was what she wanted, truly not opposing when she felt her arms around her waist as this wasn’t anything new - they had shared a few dances - but she wasn’t prepared when Tess suddenly put her lips on hers.

Warm and soft and sweet, with the spirits of the evening still lingering, Lucy caught her breath in surprise, her body stiff as she could feel her heart skip a beat. She could feel her touch burning even through the layers of fabric and corset - Tidemother, why was it suddenly so warm here? -  With shaky hands she lifted her hands, gently cupping Tess’ face, pushing her lips against hers, still shy, still unsure of what was happening, the first time she really kissed a girl, the first time since- But it was a sudden flare; something got loose and it wasn’t just the intoxication of the night. Something in her was burning now, and she pushed herself closer to Tess, wanting to feel her body on hers and-

Dizzied, they caught their breath again, parting almost unwillingly, with their faces still so close that she felt she could count every eyelash.

“I-,” she stammered, blushing deeply and thanking every known higher force that it was too dark to see it, “I… th-thank you…”

source: KISS THE GIRL (accepting!) | @gilneans​

#( saved ) . #THANK U GOD BLESS

[gilneans]

                              O’ SWEET ADVENTURE, PLEASE LAST FOREVER           AND KEEP MY HEART WILD TOO…

                                       personals do not rb . fandomless oc . by burd 

#i support burd always and you should too #ʷᵃʳᶜʰᶦᶫᵈ ⁻ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰᶰᵒᵗ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃᶫᵒᶰᵉ — PROMOS ★

[gilneans]

fuck it’s sinday, uh.

tess’ flirting is a knife to your throat??????????

#ˢᵉᵃ'ˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵘᶫᶫˢʰᶦᵗ — out of character . #just embrace it #aka what is sinday i'm always useless #me: claims to be a sexual #me thinking about my muses being sexual: whomst

[gilneans]

terraforged​:

“I make up a large percentage of my race, my dear.” For he was far, far more beholden to the broken shambles of his flight than apparently given credit for. Everything he did, every step he took, was in name of flight’s once charge– a duty that had been bastardized so long ago  by terrible forces beneath the earth, but one that was still his by heritage none the less.

And he wonders, in so much as he wonders about any one mortal in particular, if she thinks she has found a crack in his armour. Wonders if she thinks she has found something in him, some weakness, that she can exploit.

His answer comes with delay, at his pleasure, attention offered instead to drink in hand for a time before hum echoes from him and shoulders lift. He does not feign disinterest– a good actor he may have been, but better yet was he at picking his battles– merely cants head as if he thinks her particularly foolish in this moment.

Perhaps he does. Perhaps he does not.

The line between has always been unclear with Wrathion.

“He is doing what he thinks best for his Alliance, and I am doing what is best for Azeroth. Our past is simply a happy coincidence, but a coincidence none the less.” Say for fact coincidence did not exist so far as he was concerned. “But my dear, my current union must ease your conscience, hm? I dare say we would not be having this conversation were it that I had offered my support to the Horde.”

❝ I  imagine  it  would  come  down  to  what  aspect  of  the  Horde  you  parleyed  with  and  what  they  had  to  offer.  ❞

Her  response  was  clean  down  the  middle  road,  offering  no  view  one  way  or  the  other  as  to  the  current  diplomatic  strains  between  the  two  factions.  One  did  not  need  to  be  astute  in  current  politics  to  glean  her  thoughts  on  certain  aspects  (  the  scars  on  her  hands  were  proof  enough  ),  but  she’d  found  much  of  her  rage  had  subsided  in  the  wake  of  Darkshore.  How  could  she  convey  the  level  of  exhaustion  she  felt    —  the  belief  that  she,  Wrathion,  and  every  child  born  of  the  Second  War  were  forced  to  wage  the  battles  of  their  forefathers ?  Their  childhoods  had  known  near  constant  bloodshed  ;  their  adult  lives  navigating  biases  they  risked  retribution  for  challenging.  She  could  not,  would  not,  forgive  Sylvanas  for  her  transgressions,  but  for  the  greater  Horde  who  balked  at  the  atrocity...  how  could  she  hate  a  populace  for  what  they  did  not condone ?

A  wave  of  the  barkeep  came  with  a  refill  and  a  request  for  a  snack  that  came  in  the  form  of  a  pandaren  nut  mix.  As  she  popped  a  few  in  her  mouth  and  chewed,  it  allowed  her  to  stew  on  her  thoughts.  She  swallowed.  ❝ I  feel  for  the  Horde.  As  strained  as  the  Alliance  is  at  the  current  moment,  at  least  we’re  allied  under  one  banner. ❞   She  reached  for  another  handful  and  began  to  sort  the  snack  based  on  her  preference.  ❝ I’d  just  like  to  know  who  thought  Sylvanas  was  a  good  fit.  Iunno  how  much  interaction  you’ve  had  with  the  Horde,  but  I  would  have  thought  Baine  the  better  choice  ? ❞

She  shrugged.  ❝ But  I  don’t  pretend  to  know  anything  about  the  Horde  bar  what  I  was  told  by  the  Uncrowned,  and  even  that  was  limited.  Orcish  beer  was  great,  though.  Have  you  ever  tried  it? ❞

#ᶦ ᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵈʳᵘᵐˢ ᶜᵒᵐᶦᶰᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶦᶰˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦᶰᵈ – v: battle for azeroth #terraforged #tess; what if we just unite over food and beer #seems like a logical pathway

[gilneans]

holiyth​:

        THE   MERE   MENTION   OF   THE   spymaster’s   name   sends   a   frightful   shudder   down   the   young   king’s   spine ,   while   also   ushering   in   an   overwhelming   relief .   Truly ,   Tess   is   the   lesser   of   all   evils   by   a   considerably   wide   margin   —————   and   in   a   way ,   the   better   of   all   options .   For   too   many   years   has   Anduin   been   aware   of   Tess’   own   propensity   for   secrecy ,   disguise   and   business   cloaked   in   shadow ;   as   such ,   he   couldn’t   have   been   found   by   a   better   critic   of   the   finer   details   of   deception .   (   Unfortunate ,   however ,   that   they   have   both   been   set   on   a   path   such   as   that   one .   Anduin   shakes   his   head   slightly ,   attempting   to   dislodge   that   thorn   of   a   thought   from   his   mind .   He   will   not   rue   his   circumstances   tonight ,   only   overcome   and   learn   from   them .   )

         ANDUIN   LISTENS ,   QUIETLY ,   AND   THOUGH   the   hand   that   Tess   rests   upon   his   shoulder   is   light ,   the   words   that   accompany   it   turn   the   feather   weight   into   lead .   She’s   right ,   though ,   and   thus   he   becomes   painfully   aware   of   how   seldom   he   has   been   young   —————   or   been   allowed   to   be ,   for   that   matter .   Frustration   stirs   within   once   more ,   souring   the   already   strong   ale   that   lingers   in   his   stomach   and   setting   his   heart   on   a   jackrabbit   rhythm .   He   turns   the   end   of   his   braid   between   his   thumb   and   forefinger ,   only   glancing   up   at   Tess   when   her   voice   becomes   muffled ,   and   he   all   but   freezes   when   he   notices   she’s   smiling .  

          JUST   HOW   LONG   HAVE   THE   people   around   him   held   tight   to   their   serenity ,   forgoing   such   a   simple   gesture ?   (   No ,   that’s   not   the   right   question .   How   long   has   it   been   since   I’ve   seen   her   smile ?   That   one   is   far   more   fitting ,   and   yet   simultaneously   more   unsettling .   )   Anduin   swiftly   finds   his   wits ,   straightens   his   posture .   For   an   instant   too   brief   does   his   heart   skip   a   beat ,   but   that   is   the   perfect   window   of   opportunity   for   impulse   to   successfully   overtake   reason .   ❛   Teach   me ,   then .  ❜

         A   KING ,   MORE   HEALER   THAN   warrior ,   exposing   himself   to   the   roguish   arts ?   Absolutely ,   and   in   absolute   confidence .   There   are   far   more   extravagant   sights   in   Azeroth .   ❛   What   I   mean   to   say   is ,   ❜   he   amends   a   heartbeat   later ,   ❛   I’m   …   more   inclined   to   notice   these   cues   in   others   than   I   am   in   myself .   So ,   since   you’re   so   willing   to   point   them   out   and   help   me   with   a   better   guise ,   I   could   do   with   some   instruction .   ❜

❛ TEACH  ME,  THEN, ❜   said  he  and  her  smile  only  widened.

Tess’  nimble  frame  slid  from  the  seat  with  naught  but  the  squelch  of  mud  to  signify  it,  caring  not  for  how  the  dirt  caked  her  leather  boots  and  the  rain  pattered  gently  in  her  hair.  A  part  of  it  felt  nostalgic.  Stormwind seldom  had  the  same  cool  humidity,  and  when  it  arrived  it  was  heralded  with  complaints  and  closed  windows.  The  moodiness  was  a comfort  ;  like  an  old  friend  come  to  visit.

❝ Well,  my  king  —— ❞  she  began,  flourishing  her  words  with  a  deep-set  bow  and  a  low  tone.  She  tried  to  think  back  to  her  father’s  advisers,  though  found  herself  drawn  most  to  Krennan  Aranas.  His  sagely  wisdom  was  as  astute  as  it  was  entirely  confusing,  and  more  than  once  had  he  smirked  at  the  princess’  deep  set  brow  and  demands  for  elaboration.  Perhaps  that  was  why  she  enjoyed  it  so.  Unlike  the  demands  of  a  lordling,  she  could  infer  near  anything  from  his  council.  ❝ I’m  not  sure  such  things  are  taught.  You  mingled  with  the  Pandaren  in  your  youth,  did  you  not?  Surely  you  had  to  maintain  some  bid  of  secrecy. ❞

She  wondered,  if  only  for  a  moment,  if  Anduin’s  time  in  Pandaria  was  the  last  time  he  truly  felt  as  if  though  he  were  free.  Much  like  her  involvement  with  the  Uncrowned,  he’d  done  much  of  his  work  under  a  veil  of  confidentiality  and  rebellion  ;  doing  whatever  it  took  to  contribute to the greater good.  ❛ We’re  not  so  dissimilar, ❜  she  remarked  to  herself,  though  it  was  not  the  first  time  she’d  come  to  such  a  conclusion.

Rising  back  to  full  height  she’d  extend  her  arms  to  him  ;  fingers  splayed,  palms  heavenward  and  her  grin  impish.  In  the  distance,  even  with  the  closed  windows,  the  light  of  Lion’s  Pride  poured  warmly  from  the  cracks  and  the  ebb  of  roaring  music  boomed  like  jovial  thunder.  ❝ Come  dance  with  me, ❞  she  invited,  ❝ Not  as  if  we  were  at  a  ball  or  some  kind  of  engagement.  We  will  get  drenched,  drink  far  too  much  ale  and  think  about  our  regrets  in  the  morning,  because  that’s  what  we’re  supposed  to  do.  What  do  you  say  ?  ❞

#ᶦ ᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵈʳᵘᵐˢ ᶜᵒᵐᶦᶰᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶦᶰˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦᶰᵈ – v: battle for azeroth #why is tess so CUTE #WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE #holiyth

[gilneans]

       am I  STUPID  or just   ʙ ʀ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ ?                                                            ———  WELL ,  they’re basically the same

#ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃʷ ᵃ ˢᶦᶰᵍᶫᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉᵇᶫᵒᵒᵐ ∕ ᶦᵗ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒᵖᵉ — aesthetic ✿

[gilneans]

// countryside //

#ᵍᶫᵒʳʸ ᵗᵒ ∕ ʷᵉ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ʳᶦˢᵉ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰ – gilneas .

[gilneans]

“someone will remember us I say even in another time.”

         multifandom multimuse                  featuring muses from warcraft, dragon age, historical, kingsman. semi-selective.

#ʷᵃʳᶜʰᶦᶫᵈ ⁻ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰᶰᵒᵗ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃᶫᵒᶰᵉ — PROMOS ★ #!!!

[gilneans]

Shipping  aside,  whenever  I  hear  the  lines ‘there’s  a  light,  there’s  a  sun,  taking  all  the  shattered  ones’ from  Trading  Yesterday’s  Shattered  it  just... HITS   a  certain  way  for  Anduin  and  I  live  for  it.  I  feel  like,  no  matter  how  their  relationship  develops,  they  sort  have  a  kindred  sun/moon  light/dark  dynamic  where  Tess  would  probably  call  him  such.  He’s  the  southern  king  of  light  and  she’s  the  northern  queen  of  dark.

Anyway  this  is  just  a  ramble  to  justify  why  Anduin’s  tag  on  my  blog  is  that  dfklgjhfdjkgh.

#ᵃ ʷᵒᵐᵃᶰ ∕ ᵃ ᵐᵒᶰˢᵗᵉʳ ? — headcanon ☾ #ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶦᵍʰᵗ / ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ / ᵗᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵗᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉˢ — anduin #it's just a good anduin song no matter who it's for ok #thank u goodnight

[gilneans]

@gilneans said: “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” / for lorna 👀

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. // accepting.

Annoyed is euphemistic manner of describing glare she shots Tess, almost resentful in offense taken at suggestion she’s not capable of acting without help; if there is any reason in the princess’ words, Lorna does not acknowledge it, reprehension only causing her to dig heels in deeper — she can handle it, thank you very much.

“I can do this on my own just fine.” Proper sleep and proper healing may have been needed before she could be as efficient as she was capable of being, yes; Lorna could take a small group of undead on her own all the same, she thought even as pain shot through her arm once again. The worst of her wounds, really, Dark Ranger arrows nasty things even when not coated in poison; there was a myriad of other bruises, all minor, a cut on her forehead too, but nothing that require her sit idle or rendered her incapable of fighting.

Their forces throughout Darkshore were spread thin as was, in spite of Gilnean and Kaldorei military combined. Turning some of her soldiers to dealing with this group would mean depriving the kaldorei of support in Bashal’Aran, where battle was thicker and numbers more necessary; all the same, letting the smaller band go on their merry way was sure to come back to bite their asses. The furtiveness with which they moved was enough to cause suspicion, but the Commander had a good idea of where they moved towards: should they continue on the path they were in, they may be able to flank the Alliance forces in the crossroads and perhaps even weaken them enough to retake it.

The Banshee and her minions were cunning, but Lorna had fought them plenty, and if there was one thing she had become particularly proficient at, it was fighting Forsaken.

Resolute on her decision, she tore outraged gaze from Tess to find her rifle. “We need more people protecting Bashal’Aran — go help there. I can deal with that detachment of undead on my own.”

#( saved ) . #🙏 i owe you my life 🙏 #no this is rly good you did great!!!

[gilneans]

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[gilneans]

I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.

Seventy Years of Sleep # 4. nikka ursula (n.t)

#ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᶦᵒⁿ ᶜʳᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ — tess / anduin #ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵉᶠᵗ — liam

[gilneans]

Anna Popplewell in The Last Birthday

#ʳᵉᵍᵃᶫᶦᵗʸ ᵈᵉᶰᶦᵉᵈ ⁻ ᵘᶰᶜʳᵒʷᶰᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉᶰ ᵏᶦᶰᵍᵈᵒᵐ — tess ♔ #i love her

[gilneans]

mathias  shaw ?  lorna  crowley  ?  two  character  interactions  i’ve  wanted  for  AGES  for  Tess  bc  of  their  interesting  dynamics  in  the  same  day  ?  i’m  fucking  living  !

#all i'd need now is a genn and i'd die happy #thank u #ˢᵉᵃ'ˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵘᶫᶫˢʰᶦᵗ — out of character . #aka the spymaster who knows both tess is a shadow and a princess #and the tentative tie to someone tess likes but also hates bc their views align often with her fathers #you love to see it!

[gilneans]

ANDUIN​:

          HE   FEELS   LIKE   THE   BOY   that   does   not   exist   and   whose   name   he   has   taken   for   himself ,   cheeks   flushed   red   with   budding   embarrassment   at   having   his   escapade   cut   short   by   none   other   than   Tess   Greymane .   Realistically   speaking ,   it   would   have   been   shameful   regardless   of   his   discoverer’s   identity ,   but   somehow   Tess   aggravates   the   offense .   (   Offense ,   he   calls   it .   Anduin   struggles   for   a   different   word ,   gives   up   halfway   through   finding   it .   )   He   sits   alongside   her   underneath   the   overhang ,   looking   pointedly   at   the   muddy   ground   in   an   attempt   to   avoid   Tess’   gaze .  

         STILL ,   HE   WOULD   BE   REMISS   to   ignore   her   overlong .   ❛   You’re   thinking   it :   I   could   have   done   much   better   than   boot   polish ,   ❜   he   begins ,   clearly   and   perhaps   willingly   setting   himself   up   to   be   teased .   He   reaches   up ,   fiddles   with   his   braided   hair .   ❛   In   my   defense ,   I   haven’t   done   this   before .   Never   thought   being   so …   characteristically   blond   would   be   a   problem .   ❜    /    @gilneans​ !

The  High  King  was  not  in  the  Keep.  Though  ordinarily  such  a  sentence  would  be cause  for  alarm, the  duty  of  raising  the  bells  fell  not  to  a  guard  or  servant,  but  to  a princess  who  knew  all  too  well  a  monarch’s  desire  for  freedom,  and  could  pick  the  signs  of  disguise. A  few  inquires  here  and  there,  a  study  of  known  paths  and  knowledge  of  her  quarry  ushered  Tess  Greymane  swiftly  to  the  Goldshire  Inn  and  right  into  the  company  of  Anduin  Wrynn.

There  they  sat  side  by  side  beneath  the  overhang,  watching  as  the  rain  pattered  lazily on  muddied  earth  and  old  cobblestone.  Silent,  at  first, (  for  as  much  as  she  wished  to  tease  she  thought  it  in  poor  taste  )  but  upon  his  words  her  hands  tugged  her  hood  down  around  her  shoulders  and  loosen  hair  that  had  curled  in  the  humidity.  She  was  smirking.

❝ I  am  thinking  boot  polish  was  a  poor  idea, ❞  she  answered,  doing  her  level  best  to  hide  her  laugher.  ❝ Does  Jerek  not  know  that  dye  exists? ❞

She  was  merely  a  teenager  the  first  time  she’d  escaped  the  palace  ;  admonished by  Liam  at  a  commoner’s  affair,  where  only  moments  prior  she’d  danced  red-faced  and  breathless  with  a  stable  master’s  boy.  It  felt  less  like  a  memory  and  more  like  a  dream  ---  where  stealth  was  employed  not  for  duty,  but  for  pleasure,  and  the  scolding  her  brother  gave  melted  to  a  smirk  and  an  extended  hand.  He’d  not  judged  her  for  her  desires,  for  they  were  reflected  in  him,  and  it  was  a  strange  circle  of  fate  that  she  would  find  herself  in  his  place  all  those  years  later.

❝ It’s  not  a  bad  first  attempt.  I  don’t  think  even  Shaw  could  fault  you  for  it.  The  first  half  of  anonymity  is  to  disguise  the  person  ---  most  people  know  you  for  your  hair  and  armour,  so  you  got  rid  of  those.  The  second,  however,  is  posture.  You’re  too  stiff.  Do you  know  why  I  saw  you?  I  might  have  been  looking  but  ---❞  Reaching  her  hand, tentatively  at  first,  she  laid  it  on  his  shoulder.  “---You’re  thinking  like  a  king  who  is  trying  to  hide,  not  a  man  going  out  for  some fun.  I’m  not  dragging  you  back  to  the  Keep,  Anduin  ;  do  I  look  like  my  father ? ❞  Gods  she  hoped  not.  

❝ Your  secret  is  safe  with  me,  though  I  will  stress... ❞ she  covered  her  mouth  with  her  hand.  ❞ I  can  assist  with  a  better  disguise,  I  promise. ❞

#ᶦ ᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵈʳᵘᵐˢ ᶜᵒᵐᶦᶰᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶦᶰˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦᶰᵈ – v: battle for azeroth #IT'S TIME IT'S OUR KIDS #tess vc crying on the inside: anduin you look so stupid #also tess vc: why is that so endearing