#v.years weaving

[batteredoptimist]

[[ From a thread with @starfalled :) I haven’t done a full scene from a thread in a long time but I might just start again! This was a lot of fun. ]]

#[art] #[[ pardon me while I scream into the void about Francis Valois ]] #starfalled #v.years weaving #tw: nudity #nudity

[batteredoptimist]

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The last customer of the day had just left and James had propped the door open to let in a bit of fresh air as he finished up his evening chores. Outside the sun was just starting to set and a rich, golden light spilled in through his shoppe’s giant picture window. People were still out on the streets- eager to chase those last few rays of broad daylight until they were swallowed up forever behind city buildings.  As the last few sweeps of James’s broom traveled across the floor, faint strains of music started to drift in. 

       This wasn’t the first time James had heard those lovely notes. When the weather was good he liked to leave the door open and had started looking forward to hearing what beautiful song might next be carried in on the wind. Customers often commented about it, and it was an absolute shame that he was was usually too busy working whenever the violinist decided to play. 

        This time James could actually hear the music in person for once if he hurried and he was eager to do so.  With the sweeping rushed through, he decided to sacrifice the rest of his chores for morning. Quickly he plucked his apron over his head and swapped it for his trusty old blue cardigan. Keys jangled in the lock and then he was off briskly down the street. It wasn’t too far down that James spotted the violinist, and excitement bubbled up in his chest as he came to a stop some feet away to watch.

        The man was fine boned and slender, with lovely golden hair that matched the dwindling daylight. His nimble fingers danced along the neck of the violin in a breathtaking fashion, and though many people stopped by to watch for a moment or two here or there, James paid them no mind.  When the song finally came to a gentle, flittering end, James almost didn’t realize it- so dazed by the entrapment of song and the vision of the man. Once he did, he quickly broke into a round of appreciative applause.

#moonwoken #v.main #v.years weaving

[batteredoptimist]

❛   you should be kissed — and often — and by someone who knows how.   ❜ (also from Francis in the modern verse)

A dazed smile pulled at James's lips- just barely there in his distraction. He was sat on the counter of his shoppe with Francis stood between his knees. Surrounding him were the bits and bobs of his daily life. The order book, a few pens, a half empty cup of tea. Around them the shoppe was pleasantly quiet with nothing but faint street noise emanating from the door to interrupt them. James had already turned the sign from "Open" to "Closed" and now he was wholly focused on the man in front of him. His love.

The cardigan he wore was several times too big, as was his preference, and the sleeves rolled down in bunches around his elbows as he wrapped his arms around Francis's shoulders. He always smelled clean and of something that James couldn't pinpoint- but whatever that mystery scent was, it was intoxicating and just the perfect thing to get James's hands to roving.

"Are you volunteering?" He murmured hopefully, and almost immediately became bashful at how wanton the words had come out of his mouth, "... because you're the only person I want kissing me."

#starfalled #v.years weaving

[batteredoptimist]

❛   tell me… tell me you want me.   ❜ (from Francis, verse at your discretion!)

There were so many things he had thought he wanted in the past. The shiny buttons off a coat long abandoned. The company of his brethren. The first berries off the vine. They were all fleeting, trivial things in comparison to the deep, burning want that James felt for Francis right this second.

It was raining again. Water pounded the roof relentlessly, but the persistent drone of it didn't reach James's ears. Instead they were filled with the sound of his own breath. James had never felt like he needed to breathe so much in his entire life. Overtop of him Francis hovered radiant with his nimbus of golden hair and blue eyes filled with knowing. He could have claimed to be one of the Fey right then and there and James would have been powerless not to believe him.

"I want you...!" James breathed with such deep affliction that it pulled every part of him. Fingers slid up the back of Francis's neck and into the fine hairs dappled with perspiration at the base of his skull. A smile came unconscious to the Faery's lips as he spoke again- and though they lacked any true power they emanated the spell that had already been cast by this man on James's heart, "I want you, Francis."

#[[ doing this one in our original verse since the other is modern! ]] #[[ ugh I love them ]] #v.stolen child #starfalled #v.years weaving

[batteredoptimist]

D3 would be absolutely adorable. :)

Blushy Meme!

#[art meme] #[nonnydrawls] #prophecyfated #v.years weaving

[batteredoptimist]

valentine's day application (Main Verse)

Name: Francis Valois

Age: 25

Do you like to cuddle?: Very much so.

Can we make-out?: I'd like that a lot.

A night in or dinner out?: A night in? Let me take care of you?

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Chocolate covered strawberries. I'll make a fondue.

What makes you a good Valentine?: How do I love you? Let me count the ways... ♡

Would you cook for me?: I'd love to cook for you.

Would you let me cook for you?: How about...how about you help me?

"Oh, I'd love for us to cook together. To do all of those things together! Application most certainly accepted!"

#starfalled #v.years weaving

[batteredoptimist]

“ you’re  my  once  in  a  lifetime . ” (francis because irony)

"... and you are mine."

Pale fingers twined around Francis's in a knot that could never be untied. James's hands were on the cold side as they always tended to be. He was a product of living bare and wild in nature- of being that which no mortal could keep up with.

But oh, James wanted Francis to keep up with him.

Never had James lived so richly. The days that passed were filled to the brim with life and light- but by this virtue, they also went far too quickly. Words spoken into some dark mystic space hung over their heads, and over the months James watched his beloved age and change all the while while he continued to stay the same.

Francis would only ever have one lifetime, and it would pass and then be something for James to linger on. Alone in the wood.

Struck hard by the thought, the Fey crowded in close to his lover's arms- pressed his head into Francis's chest and listened there for the steady thump thump thump that promised him just a little more time.

#v.years weaving #[[ I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE THIS SAD I'M SORRY ]] #starfalled

[batteredoptimist]

@starfalled Mistletoe Meme for Francis!

Human traditions could be difficult to keep up with sometimes. It seemed like every other year they had a new thing they were up to, and James tended only to be familiar with the ones which stood the true test of time. Being with Francis had given him countless chances to learn about them, and sharing those sometimes tender moments with his favorite person had become something James looked forward to and cherished.

       That day the sky was open and the air was clear. James had led Francis to a field not too far away which seemed perfect for an afternoon walk. The tall grass had died back in favor of a fresh blanket of snow, and despite not feeling the cold James had donned a pair of pants and a sweater to go romping with Francis- who was obviously much more warmly adorned. 

       There was something about the snow which brought out the playfulness in his heart, and James had fallen easily into antics- tossing snowballs and running through the powder. He goaded and cajoled his lover to join in on his frivolity, and nothing of their surroundings could possibly compare to the beauty of Francis’s face in those moments- flushed and happy and glowing. Eventually, with their breaths both huffing out in wafts of vapor ahead of them they’d found their way to a lonely poplar with its’ naked boughs craned toward the sky.

        James had been aware of what else was growing there, but now with the plant in question hung above them James found himself becoming quite bashful. While Francis recovered from a hair full of snow, James edged himself closer- and it was surprisingly difficult to look his love in the eye as he murmured hopefully whether Francis knew about a particular tradition- the mistletoe tradition?

       After the soft kiss brimming with love which followed, James decided this one was most certainly his favorite.

#starfalled #v.years weaving