#copiesofme ft. ekganit shargarn.

[freedomhasfangsa]

To say that she had missed him had been an understatement of the highest degree. Things had shifted, and the three had fallen into the swing of things in little time at all. It had been John who’d pointed out to her that Sean had been tugging on his tusks as of late, and while she had initially assumed that orcish teething was a little worse than ordinary teething (her poor chest had bore the brunt of it before the teething pegs had been brought into her life). That had been until she had wandered into the bathroom after the sound of loud cracking and found him there.

She had smacked the pliers out of his hand and had immediately taken to stemming the blood flow with the hover of her hand over his lip. Her palmed glowed the same shade of gold one would find with a rising sun in its infancy, and she could feel the magic as it warmed and tingled at her fingertips. First, something for pain, then to slow the blood flow; coagulate the blood long enough for the socket to heal in order to welcome a new tusk in the coming months.

“You know,” Anne said, “I was wonderin’ why I caught Sean tuggin’ so viciously at his tusks.” 

She hesitated, then, before her eye lifted from his still-bleeding mouth to hold his. “Thought it were just a teethin’ thing, not something he’s learned.”  //  @copiesofme.

#copiesofme #copiesofme ft. ekganit shargarn. #[ anne bonny. ] you're out there runnin' just to be on the run. #[ anne bonny / prose. ] you got outlaw blood & a restless weary soul. #[ anne bonny / v: modern elder scrolls. ] we ain't got one word to say.

[abhailiu]

       There would be times when James watched his father leave that hurt his feelings. He always had to return and he never stayed like fathers were supposed to, or in the way that they did in the books his mother read to him before he was due to sleep. He had asked about that, but Anne had only pushed his hair from his forehead and explained that that is the way that things were for them. She was always sad when he left, and James had taken to crawling into bed beside her and telling her the best jokes he knew. They weren’t very good, but with no other children to learn new ones from, he tried his best. It gets lonely, sometimes. Having no one but his mother for company, though she tries her utmost to keep him entertained.

      His favourite thing would always be the little bow that Anne had gifted him. Just his size and bendy enough that it’s not much of a struggle to notch it. Still, he holds it up to his dad with his chest puffed with pride. “Look what mother got me for my birthday,” he declares, “She promised she would teach me to hunt instead of sendin’ me to grandmothers! Hopefully, I’ll be able to shoot as well as her one day.”     /     @copiesofme ft. Ekganit Shargarn.

#they have passed like rain on the mountain & like a wind in the meadow. » james shargarn ┊ exclusive muse. #boom #one exclusive muse 8)

[freedomhasfangsa]

In a matter of minutes, Anne had gone through all of the five stages of grief, before it had circled back around to disbelief.  She had grieved for Ekganit already. Lamented the fact that he would never know his son, or felt her heart break when Sean had smiled, for she knew that he would have shared one with him. When she had opened that door, she had thought she had seen a ghost. Simple explanations had been offered. The first, the introduction of John to her supposedly dead husband, having clawed his way from his grave; the second, the offer of the little green infant wriggling happily in her arms when offered to Ekganit. “Your son,” she’d said. He was a happy enough baby, and when he had reached for his boy,  Sean had made a fantastic attempt at trying to eat the fingers that moved to slip under his armpits to haul him from Anne’s arms.

Just as well, really, for she felt lightheaded enough that she had beckoned the two men into the kitchen so she might sit down before she fell down.

No sooner than she had settled and Ekganit in front of her, did she truly speak.

“I thought he was dead,” she said to John,                  And then she turned her eye to Ekganit with a small gesture towards him. “I thought you were dead.”     //    @copiesofme.

#copiesofme #copiesofme ft. john wanahton. #copiesofme ft. ekganit shargarn. #[ anne bonny. ] you're out there runnin' just to be on the run. #[ anne bonny / prose. ] you got outlaw blood & a restless weary soul. #[ anne bonny / v: modern elder scrolls. ] we ain't got one word to say. #B>

[freedomhasfangsa]

𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.  //   @copiesofme.

She had never been what most would have classified as a people person. Not even when she had been that timid five year old pushing onto the ice for the first time. Though she had loved the idea of skating alone, she tended to flourish in pairs; Ekganit, bless him, was the first of many partners to have put up with her snippiness when she expected something to be done well. Others had been quick to buckle under the pressure, but he had corrected and adjusted in a way that had been perfectly satisfactory, and she’d slowly thawed from professionalism and settled into the same easy banter she shared with her nearest and dearest.

Anne had always loved the atmosphere of outdoor skating rinks, though she knew that largely to do with the fact that she could easily show off what she could do. It was as effortless as breathing, sinking into the impressed oohs and ahs that saw her ego inflate and the endorphin boost carry her through to the next morning. They were the last two, and the sky was dark overhead. Anne imagined that were it not for the street lights that flickered around the rink, she would have been able to lay flat on her back and count the stars. A pity, really. She really liked doing that.

She was skating lazy circles around him, blowing hot air into her ice-cold fingers and shot him an easy smile.

“Aye, same. Reckon you’re the first partner I’ve had in years who ain’t got on my nerves within the first five minutes. Last time I felt that was in a partner I had when I was about fifteen. He quit shortly after his sixteenth birthday and I’ve been on my lonesome ever since.” A pity, really. The guy had had talent but sought to focus on education for the time being. School had never been something Anne had enjoyed, and she doubted that college would suit her.

“If you fancy it, I would very much like to do this again.”

#copiesofme #copiesofme ft. ekganit shargarn. #[ anne bonny. ] you're out there runnin' just to be on the run. #[ anne bonny / prose. ] you got outlaw blood & a restless weary soul. #[ anne bonny / answered. ] the lawman shot you in the dark & you were left to die at dawn. #[ anne bonny / v: figure skater. ] I'm invincible; I'll win every single game. #q.