THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

i said i'd make them! i hope you enjoy these, and as always: DO NOT ADD, EDIT OR CLAIM THIS LIST AS YOUR OWN!

[ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep.

[ STILL ]: the sender places their hands on the visibly angry/upset receiver to try and restrain them.

[ STAY ]: the sender, noticing the receiver attempting to escape a meeting or a conversation, quietly rests a hand on their shoulder and pulls them back into their seat.

[ REST ]: the sender places a gentle but firm hand on a weakened/sick/injured receiver's shoulder to push them back into their bed to rest more.

[ PUNCH ]: the sender places a hand on the receiver to draw their attention away from another focus, and once they've turned around, the sender swings a punch at them in the moment of confusion.

[ PRIDE ]: the sender, having heard or seen the receiver successfully achieve a remarkable feat, places a hand on their shoulder to express their wordless pride in them.

[ HUG ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders to yank them into a hug.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

[ SURPRISE ]: the sender, noticing an otherwise occupied receiver, moves forward silently and suddenly grabs their shoulder to startle them.

[ STUN ]: the sender, having been apart from the receiver for some time, makes an unexpected return and greets the unaware receiver with a hand on their shoulder.

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder.

[ WORRY ]: the sender grabs the receiver by the shoulders to take a good look at them for any sign of harm or injury.

[ ARM ]: the sender rests a hand on the receiver's shoulder, their arm draped around them in order to do so.

[ FOCUS ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has become distracted during a conversation, places a hand on their shoulder to redirect and focus their attention.

[ GOTCHA ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

[ PRAISE ]: the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them.

[ CAUGHT ]: the sender plants a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from fleeing a potential arrest or accusation.

[ DELIVER ]: the sender, about to deliver some bad news to the receiver, gently places a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from running away from the bad news.

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

[ SOOTHE ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders and begins to give them a massage.

[ LEVER ]: the sender, wanting to sit next to the receiver, places a hand on their shoulder to ease themselves to the space beside them.

[ HERE ]: the sender taps the receiver's shoulder to alert them to their presence.

but were we ever strangers? your body was a home, even in the beginning. the familiar halls, the calming sounds, these were never unknown. how strange to think we don’t speak. I miss your voice. I miss my home.

Michelle K. - 'the homesickness that kills'

"I'm... kind of scared."

“Just breathe.” Tamlin whispered in Feyre’s ear, as he held her posture firm and guided her hands with the new bow that she held. “I know you can fight. You are one of the bravest people I have ever met.”

He stayed right by her side, carefully knocking an arrow. They were finely crafted weapons — made from maple and sharp iron — formidable in the right hands. After Rhysand’s sudden appearance in his home, Tamlin had a sinking feeling that even his protection was not enough for Feyre. Not when Amarantha and her cuckold of spies was constantly lurking.

He needed to ensure that she was better equipped to protect herself than she’d ever been before. Training her to fight was an honor, and he would have been glad to fight by her side. Yet, it also left a hole in his chest. It was the final straw. He knew that she could no longer stay in Pyrthian.

“Draw the bow.” Tamlin encouraged. She was a fine shooter, but letting her go was the only way to keep her truly safe. “And release.”

The arrow sprung from the bow, sinking into the center of the target. He felt relief. Good — she had not lost her touch after nearly a year.

A reserved smile graced his lips. “Excellent shot.”

Feyre turned to him with a rush of new life in her eyes. “Excellent teacher.”

His heart skipped a beat in his chest, quickening as her excitement filled the fresh air. He couldn’t — her soft lips against his own silenced any protest that his mind could create.

Tamlin’s guard fell. He pulled her into his arms, in the grassy field, letting the delight of the moment overwhelm the concerns of the future. Now was all they had left. By the cauldron, he was going to enjoy it.

The Angel Oak Tree Located: South Carolina

📬

Lady Mila of the Spring Court,

Thou hast been summoned to attend the yearly festival of Calanmai in the royal court of the High Lord, Tamlin Sinclaire. This ancient ritual celebrates the power of our great land and seals our grounds, crops, fields, and citizens within it for the next year of time. The castle gates shall open at sunset on April, 17th.

As an eligible young woman of age, your presence is requested for an evening of merriment, feasting, and magic. Festivities to follow under the starlit sky. RSVP to the royal emmisarry, Lucien Vanserra, by April, 14th.

Our court wishes that this letter finds you in good health and prospects, granted by the cauldron, herself.

Signed,

High Lord Tamlin

The Spring Court

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