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finnpeach · 1 year

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Take Care, Part 2

Here’s Part 2! Thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged part one :’) this part is a lot more sappy and romantic and one of my favourite parts lol Achilles is such a big baby when he’s sick

As before, Greek translations are provided after they’re said (if incorrect, please let me know as I don’t speak Greek!), and I recommend pasting the Greek into DeepL translate and listening because Greek is so gorgeous and it makes the story more tangible.

Part 1 is here Part 3 is here

Achilles’ apartment is on the top floor, the third story. It’s a very nice building, certainly not the simple student accommodation that Patroclus is used to. Achilles has always offered for Patroclus to move in with him, he won’t even have to pay, but he can’t. Part of his scholarship requirements for school dictate that he has to live on campus. That didn’t stop him from spending nearly every weekend at Achilles’ apartment, though, up until he was too busy in their final year. Then Achilles said he’d pay for his school so they could live together and Patroclus had to tell him to shut up. It was hard to believe how rich his best friend was.

“You have your keys?”

Achilles nods and fumbles his keys out of his pocket, sniffling. He really needs a tissue. “Dod’t you have yours?” Achilles had one cut for Patroclus the day he got his apartment.

“Yeah, but they’re in my backpack.”

As he works the key into the lock, his breath hitches again. Teeth flash as his nostrils flare, hair falling in his face. He leans against the door to sneeze, one hand raising to catch them. “Hd’ESZHHh’ue!” He coughs, seemingly finished, but Patroclus knows better. Achilles never sneezes just once.

He takes the keys out of Achilles’ hands while the blonde fights with the second one. His head tilts back, eyes searching for a scrap of light to push him over the edge. He finds it just as Patroclus opens the door.

“Hh’ATSSHhhh’ue!” The harsh sneeze scrapes against his throat, caught in his palm, making him stumble through the doorway as he walks inside.

“Bless you. What have I told you about sneezing into your hands?” His doctor voice comes out as he shuts the door behind them, then unties his shoes and Achilles’.

Achilles groans and slumps against Patroclus as he helps him out of his shoes. “I’b sigck. Leave be alode.”

“I can barely understand you. Πήγαινε να πλύνεις τα χέρια σου και να φυσήξεις τη μύτη σου.” Go wash your hands and blow your nose. Patroclus pulls Achilles out of the thick jacket, thinking he might get his hoodie back too, but Achilles just strides down the hall to the kitchen. He places the jacket in the coat closet and opts for one of Achilles light blue hoodies to wear himself.

The smell of honey and almonds embraces him, and he takes a moment to smell the hoodie, comforted by the familiar scent. Achilles has always smelt so good. He hears the kitchen sink turn on, followed by the sound of two wet, contagious sneezes that echo around the apartment.

“HTSSshh’ue! ESShhh’ue!”

God, he sounds so sick. He urges the boner in his pants to relax, but if Achilles continues on this course, there’s not a chance in hell.

Patroclus follows him to the kitchen, refusing to look at Achilles, and immediately rifles through the cabinet he knows has some medicine. There should still be some in here from the last time he took care of Achilles, when his cold had turned into pneumonia.

“Do you want cherry or grape cough syrup?”

“σταφύλι.” Grape.

Achilles always slips into Greek when he’s tired, or not feeling well. Patroclus had to translate a few times at the hospital when Achilles was too exhausted to describe his pneumonia symptoms in English to the nurse. Patroclus tends to use it as an indicator of when Achilles needs to go lie down, since he’ll never admit that he feels tired.

He takes out the grape cough syrup and a spoon, along with a decongestant and the thermometer. Then he goes to the fridge and pours Achilles a glass of orange juice.

Achilles is leaning against the kitchen counter, blowing his nose into a tissue. There are two piled up beside him already.

Patroclus approaches him with the thermometer and grins fondly. His nose is pink from the tissue, the top of his Cupid’s bow a bit red from so many tissues today. He looks so cute.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Achilles coughs, this time into his elbow. “Αλλά αισθάνομαι καλύτερα, τώρα που είσαι εδώ.” But I feel better, now that you’re here. He smiles shyly.

Warmth, that he can only identify as burning love, spreads through Patroclus’ chest. “I’m going to take your temperature, okay? I think you have a fever.” He cups Achilles’ cheek with his hand and gently strokes his thumb across his cheekbone. He can’t help but touch him, try to offer little comforts, anything to help him feel better.

Achilles leans into the touch. “Mm… το χέρι σου είναι τόσο ωραίο και κρύο.” Your hand is so nice and cold. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his hand. Patroclus’ thumb strays too close to his sensitive, chapped nostrils with the movement, and he pitches forward against Patroclus’ hand with three itchy sneezes immediately.

“HN’GXTSHh!” He tries to stifle the first one, but it’s pointless and just produces more mess for the two that follow. His hand rises to try and cover and is blocked by Patroclus’ wrist. “— ETSH’ue! H’IYSHhhh!” Wet heat sprays against Patroclus’ wrist, the side of his hand, and a bit of his cheek as he watches, stunned. His cock strains against his jeans. A wet spot is beginning to form at the tip but is thankfully concealed by the hoodie.

He doesn’t pull his hand away until Achilles is gazing up at him expectantly, blinking those big green eyes at him.

“Uh… Bless you. L-Let me take your temperature.” He waits for Achilles to blow his nose again first before he drops his mouth open, eyes wandering up at Patroclus, his tongue peeking past his bottom lip slightly. He’s teasing him, he must be.

Patroclus feels his face burning as he tries not to imagine Achilles on his knees, looking up at him like that. He places the thermometer under Achilles’ tongue carefully and pretends to busy himself with looking at the medication while they wait.

When it beeps, Achilles keeps it under his tongue until Patroclus comes to remove it for him. He’s so helpless when he’s sick. Patroclus is honestly surprised he even managed to dress himself this morning.

“99.7, not too high, but we’ll keep an eye on it.” He types the number into his notes on his phone, along with the time and what medicines Achilles will be taking. “Let me take your pulse.”

Achilles stands oddly still as Patroclus places his cool fingers against his throat and starts a timer on his phone. He can feel Achilles swallow nervously against his fingers, never taking his gaze off Patroclus.

The timer goes off and he taps the heart rate into his notes. “90 bpm. It’s pretty fast for you, even like this. Do you feel dizzy?”

Achilles shakes his head sharply and Patroclus jots that down on his phone too. It doesn’t occur to Patroclus that his fingers against his throat, his presence, may have been the reason for Achilles’ elevated heart rate.

“Take this, and then that with the orange juice.” He watches as Achilles swallows down the cough syrup, then the decongestant with the orange juice. He’s learned that he has to watch Achilles when he takes medicine, otherwise he might dump it down the sink.

“Do I get a lollipop, doctor?” Achilles teases as he finishes the juice, rubbing at his nose.

Patroclus rolls his eyes. “I don’t have any. But here.”

He steps forward and pulls Achilles into a hug, squeezing him tight. He can hear Achilles’ breath catch in his throat at the surprise before his arms wrap around Patroclus’ waist, hanging on tight, his entire body relaxing into his arms like a ship coming home to its beloved harbor. It’s been so long since they’ve embraced like this.

It reminds Patroclus of their earlier college years. Achilles has always been very tactile, jumping on Patroclus when they saw each other on campus, grabbing his hand to lead him somewhere, wrapping him in a bear hug after he won a track meet. Whereas before they touched nearly every day, now he can’t remember the last time they’ve been this close.

It’ll only get worse when they finish school and Patroclus has to leave for medical school. What will they do then? He has to make sure Achilles is ready.

“You need to start taking better care of yourself,” he murmurs as he breaks their embrace, taking a step back from Achilles.

“I don’t need to, you always care for me so well.” Achilles beams at him, playing with the blue strings on Patroclus’ hoodie.

“Achilles, you know I’ll always take care of you, but you shouldn’t rely on me so heavily.”

“Why not?” The smile on Achilles’ face drops. His hands fall to his sides.

“Well… What if I have to move far away for medical school? I can’t look after you then. And I’ll be too busy with school to visit. And—“

“I’ll come with you. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

Patroclus thinks he‘s joking and huffs a breath of laughter. “Achilles, it’s not that simple—“

“Why is it not? Do not laugh. I’m not being funny.” Tears well in Achilles green eyes, creating a shimmery pool of jade. “You said that you will always take care of me. Why do you say that and then say you’ll leave me by myself?” His tone is defensive, anxious. He takes a step back from Patroclus and the wall is built up in an instant.

Patroclus’ mouth forms words silently, uselessly, as hot, thick tears roll down Achilles’ cheeks like raindrops.

“Achilles—“ He moves to hold him, but Achilles is too quick. He turns on his heel and silently strides towards his bedroom, closing it with a forceful slam. The silence that follows hangs in the air like a held breath.

Patroclus smacks his forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why does he always say the wrong thing? Achilles just stood there, heart open to him, promising that he’d follow him anywhere, and Patroclus turned him down. Why does he always have to rationalize everything?

He goes to Achilles’ door, presses his ear against the wood. He can hear soft, snuffling noises and gentle crying. His heart threatens to rip in two at the sound and it’s all his fault.

Of the two of them, Patroclus has always been the busier one. When he didn’t have class, he was volunteering at the hospital, or fulfilling extra curriculars, or studying to keep up with his scholarship requirements. Anything to enhance his medical school application. Gone were the easy days of him and Achilles staying up for hours in bed together, talking about everything and nothing at all, looking out at the stars, and falling asleep mere inches apart when they finally succumbed to their exhaustion. He was always turning Achilles down for sleepovers now, always turning him down for lunch, never able to attend his track meets anymore. They only see each other in the Classical Studies class these days.

That was why Achilles had been so adamant about Patroclus taking Chiron’s class. Achilles missed him.

Patroclus missed him too. So much more than he’d realized.

He feels like such an ass.

He fills a glass of water and grabs a box of tissues off the coffee table before standing awkwardly outside Achilles’ door. He isn’t entirely sure what to do.

“Achilles? Can I come in?” He asks, knocking gently on the wood.

There’s a series of sharp sniffles followed by a shaky breath. When no objection comes, Patroclus opens the door.

There are tissues littered everywhere. An empty box sits discarded in the wastebasket, which is also full of tissues. The curtains are drawn but not closed completely, letting in a sliver of light. The air feels heavy and Patroclus aches to open a window. It truly looks like a sick den.

Achilles is sitting on the bed, his knees tucked in to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs. He stares at Patroclus with the saddest eyes in the world. His cheeks are streaked with tears, his hair a disheveled mess.

Patroclus wants to reach out to him, kiss away the tears, pull him into his lap and tell him how they’ll never be apart.

Instead, he stands there stupidly and hangs his head in shame. “Συγγνώμη, Achilles.” I’m sorry. He looks up at him, guilty, brown eyes begging for forgiveness.

Achilles wipes away more tears, then sits up in bed and pats the spot beside him. Patroclus comes immediately.

He places the tissues and the water on the bedside table before taking his place beside him. Achilles’ head falls against Patroclus’ shoulder and he wraps an arm around the blonde’s waist. Achilles has always been strong and muscled, able to shoulder anything, but right now he seems so pitiful and small, like a broken dove in the palm of his hand.

“I… I’m an idiot,” Patroclus begins. He thinks he sees Achilles smile a little at that. “You can always rely on me. I just get so worried about you, when you don’t take care of yourself, because I—” Patroclus swallows. Because I love you. “Because I care about you, so, so much. I don’t want you to go to the hospital again. But I will always take care of you, Achilles. I promise.”

He takes one of Achilles’ hands into one of his, placing the other on Achilles’ chin to draw their gazes together. His heart pounds when their eyes meet. His breath catches in his throat, eyes darting from Achilles’ eyes to his peony pink lips.

“And,” he starts. His mouth feels like it’s full of sand. His heart is about to burst. “I want you to come to medical school with me. Please. I can’t fathom being apart from you either. It didn’t even occur to me to ask you because I didn’t think I could ask that of you.” He searches Achilles’ eyes, sinking in those deep pools of green.

“But I want you— no, I need you to come with me. Please.”

“Oh, Patroclus,” Achilles whispers. Tears stream down his cheeks again. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Achilles has always been so much better with words than he.

He isn’t sure who moves first, but in a heartbeat Achilles’ lips are against his and his hands are cradling the back of Patroclus’ head, his fingers knotting through his curls. Achilles’ lips are so soft.

The kiss starts sweet, gentle, and then grows in passion and intensity as they start to learn each other’s movements. Achilles always pushes forward first, then draws back, eager to see Patroclus follow, then returns the pressure as soon as their lips meet again. Patroclus opens his mouth to let Achilles’ tongue find his, moaning as Achilles tugs on his brown hair. He’s wanted this for so, so long. He’s dreamt about this for four years.

Hardly able to take any more, he pushes Achilles down on the bed, shifting his leg over his hip to straddle him. Achilles gazes up at him, breathless, a feverish blush turning his face a rosey pink. His lips are swollen and wet. The hoodie has slid up his waist to reveal his chiseled abs, and his sharp hip creates a ravine leading down to his groin that now has a hard bulge, not unlike Patroclus’.

Patroclus tucks a stray curl behind Achilles’ ear, trying to catch his breath. His fiery hair creates waves of gold across the pillow. He looks like the sun.

“I…” He doesn’t know where to begin.

“I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me for years,” Achilles whispers. “But I was never sure you felt the same.”

Patroclus is taken aback. He laughs and lowers himself to his elbows, chest to chest with Achilles. He’s at a loss for words, as though he’s been born anew. Life did not exist before this moment. He doesn’t know how to tell Achilles that he’s wanted this just as much as him. This moment feels like a dream, a moment that he’s stolen from heaven above.

He starts to kiss him as he’s always wanted to: his perfectly freckled cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his eyes, his nose. He peppers Achilles face with loving kisses and then moves down to do the same to his neck, reveling in Achilles’ giggle anytime the sensation becomes too ticklish. Eventually Achilles catches him again, reels him in and kisses him hard.

“Never go far from me,” Achilles pleads into the kiss, pulling back to lock their eyes together. “I couldn’t bear it. Promise me you’ll stay by my side. Swear it.” He sweetly kisses the spot where Patroclus’ ear and jaw meet, hand cradling his face.

“I swear it,” Patroclus says, sealing the promise with a kiss to Achilles’ soft lips. He feels like he could eat the world raw. “για πάντα.”

Forever.

#my writing #thank you for reading!!!! I really hope you liked it #comments and tags will always fill my heart with joy <333 #theyre both just dumb idiots in love who should've confessed to each other a looooong time ago #anyway I just love coming up with ways these two dummies can show they love eachother #denial is a river in Egypt Patroclus you are both in love!!!!

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midnightcrustcat · 1 year

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#my art #homestuck #hs #homestuck intermission #the midnight crew #hearts boxcars #clubs deuce #hbcd #just two mobsters vibin' w/ eachother and being in mega super epic love. so real so epic so true<333 #my two sillies

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gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu · 2 months

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guys i am slash gen so happy for grefgor and i am actually ELATED that arthur looks weird now

#my post #the suckening spoilers #I COULD NOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME FIGURE OUT HOW TO DRAW ARTHUR #BUT A CREATURE?? A KINDA FUCKED UP LOOKING GUY??? I CAN DO THAT!!!!!#he is 1000 times more beautiful to me #like from shrek and he is fiona #and grefgor........ i am so happy for him. having a life outside of serving his princes #WHEN HE TOLD THEM NO. THAT THEY COULD NOT FEED OFF OF HAZEL #ARE WE SKIPPING OVER THAT. THATS SO IMPORTANT HE TOLD THEM *NO*#yknow i think he loves her so much bcus shes so like. 'yeah. whatever.' yknow??#shes not telling him what to do or what to think. shes barely doing that for herself tbh #shes so chill i love hazel #um i mean proposing after less than a month of knowing eachother is kinda crazy and she also does NOT know hes a vampire and i feel like #they should maybe work that out first. but im sooooo happy i was kinda thinking hedve just spent the month standing there waiting for them #to come back. or hed be dead. but hes LIVING HIS LIFE :DDD #also seeing people upset that shilo x grefgor isnt gonna be canon ToT GIRL SHILOS ARO????#LIKE?? AT EDWARD TWILIGHTS HOUSE W THE LEVEL 1 BLOOD BOND? GRIZZLY WAS LIKE 'OH CMON NO ROMANTIC FEELINGS AT ALL' AND BIZLY WENT 'NO HES NO #REALLY CAPABLE OF THAT'#LIKE ITS CANON <3 PEACE AND LOVE AND LIGHT <333 #THIS IS ALL I HAD TO SAY GOODBYE

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wqxianvents · 10 months

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// spoilers(?) to the new event ,, its just screenshots of the story aint rlly crazyy

bro this event is so poly!nxx coded im on my knees sobbing like theyre so domestic to eachother n THE OG CHARACTERS MAKING AN APPEARANCE HAVING ME GEN CRYING 😭😭😭

like when huey appeared PLSS “HUEY!!!” same. thats my son. they need more events where domestic nxx appears thank you theyre all dating idc

like not them fighting… i was gonna get annoyed if it was the typical banter LMFAOO also artem being passive aggressive 😭😭

but to my delight ✨ EVEN LUKE WASNT GETTING INTO IT THIS TIME LMAOO,, also doesnt luke feel a little softer in this event? hes so cute like :,) he just feels more relaxed idk how to explain it, they all do tbh!! but luke hasnt rlly been bantering and if he does its with marius (not out of the ordinary fr) SOMETHING IS JUST DIFFERENT. i’m lovin it rho

i have so many ss’ of this event and whew boy… the amount of times ive been screaming poly nxx is smth, hyv loves me and said its canon (believe it)

like they all feel so lively in this one and arent arguing like they always do so its a nice change of pace <33

sorry for long tags LMAOO just love them so much *grabs the nxx team and runs away*

edit: the event i was talkin abt in tags was dreams of childhood LMAOO that one and 2nd anni are a top fave for me neow 😌‼️💞

#tears of themis #!tot events #poly nxx true im a believer #omfg theyre obsessed with eachother?#the third place was so #<33 #i think this might be my favorite event of all time everything is just good to me #the games are good tho was confusin asf so hyv fix fhat LMAOO #but now that i know how to play properly its rlly fun and i love the rewards 😍 LMAOO #i aint pullin till the 30th for a couple of reasons but im so excited to!! hope everyone’s pulls r going well #also the LIs just feel so family in this one they all are properly hanging out as friends instead of ‘this is a fight to see who can get MC’#i wrote abt it to hyv in the quiz thing so i was kinda caught off guard when everyone was just being… friendly and domestic #obviously cn got this first so the story is the same but it was rlly nice to wish for smth and to see it!#this is my favorite next to when they went to the hoyofair - i think it was? with the fireworks?#bc they were all soooo !!!! <333 😭😭😭#and it feels the same in this one so im so happy #and and my favorite gag they got goin on is everyone looking at marius to get them into places 💀💀#and hes just like…. sigh…. yeah yeah any other requests? LMFAOOO #is this love or is this sugardaddy and his babygirls lets bfr #e

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peachybruiseslego · 5 months

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i love toxic yuri i love it yummy

#wholesome yuri is fine but like. they love eachother unconditionally. cmonnn!!!#toxic yuri is better bc they love eachother unconditionally and then they also hate eachothers guts <333 its just superior besties #peachy talks

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quillheel · 9 months

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❁ ( towards any of your zelda muses − hylia and the three godesses, mainly, but also botw & totk link / zelda / ganondorf if you feel compelled...!! )

Send me a ❁ for the type of flower my muse would give to yours // Accepting!

Hylia's answer comes, sharp and slow like a blade pulled uncutting against thought, a cool not-metal against the inner heat of mind. ━ the same as sky, not in the way of wind but in the way of open space, of nothing at all, of atmosphere pressing in from out against your throat. Almost frozen, almost frigid, but without the effort in coldness, in willful ignoring, of brushing one off : cold as in cold is the absence of heat. No, Iroha receives an answer. Stale pollen and bright, blinding knowledge. ━━━ she was not made to create the way the Goddesses were, and yet, the flowers bloom at their feet regardless : perhaps they should consider themselves special.

━ bachelor button, hydrangea, bittersweet, lavender heather, white poppy, blue violet, mixed yellow & red zinnia, white hyacinth, rose leaf, & buried beneath the rest; spider flower. ( 'You are not of my domain, I am indifferent to you. However, I respect your devotion. I sympathize, perhaps, with your situation. One day, perhaps, there will something other for you. One day, perhaps, you will make one.' )

the Goddesses' response is a ancient one. months hung above the stratosphere, dangling, dangling, waiting to be lowered. Months upon months upon months, the flower of the seasons dripping into the horizon in a haze of days and nights and days again: They were intricate, and slow, and often unknowable at all. how patient, you are, for Them. How kind, to wait, for Them. They reward Iroha with answer in time, in the humid shivering haze of early morning, a wave of such love of all Iroha does, of the endless sorrow They beheld upon their duty, arriving like quartz lining their throat ━ blooms growing from 'pon their fingertips, 'cross their knuckles. a gift, a gift, how merry to be known & seen, how terrifying by They to listen & answer in turn ━ how horrible, horrible to think you had been forgotten...

━ bachelor button, maidenhair fern, red carnation, dead leaf, purple hyacinth, dark crimson rose, pine, acorn, fern, fir, white heather, iris, lily of the valley, tea rose, palm leaf. ( 'We love you, We are sorry, your faith is not unseen by Us, for This to be your undertaking, borne as chains & key. Such is Our terrible, terrible doing. Such is Our apology. We hope, perhaps, one day the selves can exist without the other or in one without smothering, smothering light. We hope, perhaps, one day you are allowed to live; a role unshackled, unlocking Thy own binds. Chains & key. Chains & key. Freedom unmade for you, and yet, still hoping to grasp it.' )

Link & Zelda come as though offering memorial, bundles of blooms and sprigs tucked in their arms as they hurry past stream and grove ( "watch your feet, 'stream made the ground soft" "ah, thank you, I believe I'll be alright-!" ) to find the place where the Blupees haunched on hind legs and watched them with startling, ruby eyes. The one Link had gone before, a familiar forest in the heavy overhang of branches & leaves. a bowl is filled with fruit steadily throughout the day beneath a great cherry tree, pink petals like silk beneath the sun. a final act of care comes as sunset threatens to burn the sky alive when, on a brief journey back to a stable for a briefer meal, they're caught in a fleeting conversation of flora & the hearts beneath their stalks ( "Oh, you're going all the way up to Satori mountain? Hey, if you're going through all the effort, I've heard people bring flowers up there sometimes, you know, offerings and the like. Some people bring flowers, symbolizing what the 'Lord of the Mountain' protector means to them. Maybe it'd be worth your time?" ) ( "That sound's like a nice idea, I think!" "I think so, yes, but what would I even bring...?" ) ━━━ they in bundles, at last, arrive. Hurried up, past the stream, to find the tree again. Zelda hesitates, an offering of silent princess clasped between delicate fingers ━ "Would it be considered disrespectful to place it at the dish...? Maybe I shouldn't..." ━ before Link, calloused hands delicate, maneuver their hands to set it down along the rest, petals bright; bright in the clear sky.

━ bittersweet, bluebell, pink camellia, iris, cattleya orchid, magnolia, evening primrose, flax, rose leaf, forsythia, fern, lavender rose, bells of ireland, azalea, sweet pea, mixed zinnea. ( 'I think you're kind, and charming, and though I rarely see you, I hope you are well. I hope to change that fleetingness, if you'll let me? I think you might like Zelda, you might have more in common than you think.' / 'I've heard of you, but never seen you, all good things. I hope one day to meet, you seem good. Perhaps lonely. I might like you, if you gave me the chance, but I'd understand if you don't like me. I hope your future is a kind one, whatever kind of future it is. I don't know you well enough, even in stories, to tell.' )

Somewhere, there is a valley tucked neatly behind the ridges of hills, in the lowered groove 'twixt them where the land sinks ginger under the long grass and the wild flower of the knolls; as though gently swept down, as though the soft lowering of a stomach, ribs high against the soft tension of smooth skin in earth, as though the rounded edges of hands where the knuckles stood war-like as the gentle palm sinks; ball of the hand softer than the upper of the palm, the upper of the palm softer than the fingers, the fingers softer than the nails, the nails softer than the bones inside them all.

Somewhere, there is a valley of tender, shivering silver. plush moss lining the ground like bolster turned cloudy like rain, muted but beautiful in variation, white paint blending with greys in the fiber that wasn't fiber, the tissue that was. A place no one knew. a place one did. flowers split, forbearing as though shifting only between the folds, and reeds rose in the bed. A place that never died, flowers like chanting; the same message, 'hundred times over, 'thousand more. ━ Somewhere, you know this place. Somewhere, no one else knows at all. Somewhere, it tells you something. Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere...

━ lotus, cherry blossom, chrysanthemum. ( 'how much would it take to stop grieving yourself, and choose to live? how long?' )

#hi. so. i couldn't choose BHKGTRBGKHTRBKH #i just did all of them and WHOUGH BOY i hope u like it <333 #i kinda assumed a General vague preexisting dynamic for some of them. most ?? being Link but since it Is a thing ingame i figured like??#it Works and like!!! it feels more genuine like this ig!!#also there's a lot of meaning imo of the individual flowers' symbolism and how they tie together and interconnect to form the 'sentence'#and it says a lot bc its kinda like looking at the words someone uses And the general thing they're trying to communicate #so its in the source if u'd like to look at it more thoroughly!!#fun details abt my interps of hylia n the Three btw: Hylia has an. INTERESTING. relationship with being able to Feel emotions bc of her #connection to her domain (light and truth) which often results in her feeling apathetic or indifferent which isn't Entirely wrong.#she functions a lot off of 'duty' and domain which is part of why she concerns herself with mortals bc like. part of her duty is protecting #the goddesses also speak as one entity Kinda they're kinda inseperable from eachother though they as individuals do have diff attitudes #and diff views and shit but their sentences bleed into eachother so effortlessly that they often speak as though constantly picking up on #the same mind and thoughts. they r consumed by love by their creations (including iroha!) and chained to it as a result where love becomes #a prison for them. they love them so much it consumed. they love them so much it rebirths. they create ppl with terrible fates because they #must but always are they the grieving mother wardening their children to a lonely existence. they love so deeply it is consuming; and yet #obligation warrants it. it must be; lest they lose them all. damned if they do; damned if they didn't; damned regardless; deserving of it #IM RAMBLIMG IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AS IT IS BKHGNTRBK #i hope you like it!!!!!!!! <33 #━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.#lunaright #MUSE / Hero of the Wild #MUSE / Zelda #MUSE / Ganondorf #MUSE / Din & Nayru & Faroe #MUSE / Hylia #━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.#should i tag this as study..?? it kinda feels like one.......#......#STUDY / Hylia #STUDY / Din & Nayru & Faroe

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lamentablesbian · 1 year

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Bill and Ellie are peak wlw/mlm hostility

#they’re so bitchy to eachother and i love it!!#ellie is my baby girl mean lesbian <333 #i’m watching a remastered playthrough and dying <3 #im gonna finish this then watch episode one…..#it will break me #tlou #myken talks

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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guinevereslancelot · 1 year

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two hand touches in the new calabby scene 🥺

#i am passing away #when he took both her hands and rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles comfortingly!! whew #also they both knew something was wrong with the other without them saying their priorities are always eachother before their own problems #and they were real problems!! they just didn't want to burden eachother <33 #the way they can read eachother so well 🤧#also their whole conversation nothing but love and support for eachother and good advice they're everything <3 #the tenderness of it all #anyway...#hand touches?? in my period drama ship???#iconic showstopping spectacular #i hope they slow burn this forever like yes!!! quietly yearn for a friend u can't be with romantically for many reasons!!!! do that!!!#walker independence spoilers #windy spoilers #calabby #abby x calian #they had to keep them apart last ep and limit them to once scene in this one bc they were Too Powerful in it <333 #also when she was apologizing for her doubts abt what she saw and he was like admitting that is important and good and i believe in u <3 #after everyone else treated her like shit over it!!!#and she comforted him in his own language abt taza 🥺#also i wish i knew how to spell walks in tall grass in apache so i could make a compilation set of him calling her that #bc he always says it so tenderly <3 #i could just type it that way but its not the same bc if the caption is english the implication is he said it in english idk #im not making any sense ik i just have so many feelings abt them #anyway when characters have a special name that only a special few get to call them 😭#and the tenderness and fondness of that name when he uses it 😭

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self-spaghettification · 10 months

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average viren

#<333 #and aaravos #they’re both just snakes hissing at eachother and i love that #the dragon prince #tdp #tdp viren #viren #viren tdp #tarot #zen tarot #zen tarot deck #self spaghettification #tdp hc #tdp crack

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angliclamb · 2 years

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a song about the sea is playing, muffled through the cotton haze in your ears. you hadn’t paid attention to the lyrics until now—focused primarily on the faded graphic printed across its center, spinning round and round, lazily circling the turntable. a humble ship caught in the throes of an untamable sea, weary lovers hugging the mast for dear life as mermaids’ tails wax and wane beneath the waves. vander had gently guided you away from the record player, mumbling soft nothings that you couldn’t hear, and all the while, there sat a festering wound in the pit of your stomach.

why, it asked? and when would you be able to return to those waters with his hand in yours, like you always hoped he would? those questions don’t matter, he reminds you, one of his hands carding through your hair.

“you’d love it there, i just know it,” you whisper, absently tracing shapes onto the clothes of his back. vander chuckles lightly—a sad something caught under its reverberation—and pulls you tighter into him, a burly arm curling around your waist. you don’t pry, and neither does he. in this little room tucked by the back of the Last Drop, you can leave your worries at the doorstep with your shoes, paired beside vander’s. it’s oddly domestic, and that being a rare luxury in the Undercity, you appreciate it all the more. all of these seemingly insignificant things, like sharing a mug of coffee and cringing at the taste, wondering how he takes it so bitter, and gazing at each other from across the room, offering the barest hints of smiles—you crave it.

you can tell vander does too, by how his tender touches turn urgent with desire, his body caging your protectively. he wants to be greedy, and you’d be damned if you didn’t want that for him either, beckoning him to kiss you until you’re both panting softly, cradled by the candlelight.

vander sighs against your lips, the silvery hairs of his beard scratching your chin as he rubs your noses together, mouthing a familiar prayer over you that dissolves into praises that linger hotly on your skin. “i love you,” he purrs into your neck, placing a chaste kiss there before lazily working his way further, his mouth molding to the curve of your shoulder. he huffs out a prideful laugh at every keen, hands settling on your hips to pull you flush against him. if you have any complaints, they’re half hearted and quickly swallowed by another kiss that steals the breath from your lungs, as if vander’s weight hovering on top of you was not enough to do as such. when you part for air, he rolls over to grab blindly for the covers, his free hand never leaving yours as he tugs them over your heads. a sliver of light cuts through the gap, illuminating the pale gray of his eyes, and when he shifts closer, it haloes your hair with a sheen of gold.

“i love you,” vander says again, cupping your cheek and leading it to rest against his chest. his heartbeat is erratic at first, yet to calm from the closeness of your bodies, but soon resumes its resting pace. it acts as the metronome to his quiet humming, one two, one two, as your eyelids flutter closed. “my darling, my sunshine. sleep now. . .i’ll be here when you wake up.”

vander ...

#GOD I WANT TO JUST #DO EVERYTHING WITH HIM #I WOULD GIVE MY LIFE UP FOR HIM #answered this late because i fell asleep after reading it 20 times and woke up to read it 5 more times #god i will never get tired of your writing #i love how you lace words together #UGHHH LISTENING TO HIS HEART RACE <333 #engulfing eachother in kissed <33 sharing a bed with the largest and softest blanket <33 #i can imagine it's something like a quilted blanket with different patterns from maybe past blankets or what not <3 #smh he would have the strongest coffee ever and i would sneak a few packs of sugar in it if he lets me have the last quarter of the cup #letting out the most wistful sigh known to man as i hold my phone to my heart #larkin my favorite being in this lonesome galaxy i love you so <333 #the domesticity of this is going to be the death of me <33 #🗄.vanello

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