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** secret love sentence starters.
“ meet me tonight ? at our spot ? ”
“ i’m sorry, but you know we can’t do this. ”
“ you almost had even me believing that. ”
“ don’t you think you were a little too convincing ? ”
“ i wished it could have been you. ”
“ i think of you often, even when i know we cannot see each other. ”
“ i cannot keep this up. ”
“ i can’t pretend not to be jealous. ”
“ i wished it could be you on my arm. ”
“ people will talk if you continue. ”
“ i thought this was what you wanted ? ”
“ how can you lie so easily ? ”
“ as soon as i see someone else close to you, i get jealous. ”
“ how can we live like this ? pretending ? ”
“ i don’t know if we should be alone together. ”
“ we could have been happy. ”
“ it’s difficult to be so close but not be able to kiss you. ”
“ i broke the rules for you, isn’t that enough ? ”
“ i wish that i could stop loving you. but i can’t. ”
“ pretending i wasn’t in love with you is the hardest thing i’ve ever done. ”
“ maybe some people are only meant to fall in love with each other, but not be together. ”
“ i love you, not them. ”
“ will there ever be a day where we can tell them about us ? ”
“ were you with them ? ”
“ is that why you didn’t answer your phone ? ”
“ i missed you whilst you were gone. ”
“ i hate seeing you with them. ”
“ we shouldn’t do this here. ”
“ you love me, don’t you ? ”
“ you know how i feel. ”
“ please remember that i love you. ”
who doesn’t love modern royalty aus :~)
“i’m a prince(ss) & you’re the daughter/son of the royal head of security but i didn’t know that until after we hooked up one night oops” au
“i can’t believe i get to interview the royal family this is my big break but oH MY GOD why is the prince(ss) looking at me like that fml s/he’s hot” au
“we’re both royalty & our parents are pushing us into marriage & even though we’re lowkey into each other we don’t wanna give them the satisfaction” au
“i undertook a false identity to get an american college education but someone figured out my secret am i screwed or what” au
“i’m a commoner who ended up in a relationship with a prince(ss) but the queen hates m oh god will i be sentenced to death i’m too young to die” au
“how did i end up sleeping with my hot bodyguard” au
“one day i’m on a class trip & the next i’m sneaking away from the rest of the group to hang out with a member of the royal family lol no biggie” au
N E S T A A R C H E R O N | Lady Death
What did you wake that day in Hybern?
continued from here...
"oh, i'm pretty sure i can!" nesta's amusement is evident in her voice, although her features form the picture of bemusement. "from where i'm sitting, what's happening on either side of this room is just two different shades of the same insanity." it is, but she finds herself smiling ( the smallest curl of her lips ) despite herself. whatever they've got going on is questionable at best - but infinitely better than her own coping mechanisms.
she finds herself eyeing @gilmor's assortment of snacks, morbidly fascinated by the strange combination of textures of flavours. there's no way that they taste good one after the other, but she's curious. "— let me guess, you don't share food?"
amusement lights her eyes at his unexpected comment, the beginnings of a laugh catching in her throat in a way that makes her scoff, and surprise is evident on her features when turns to face him once more. in her first few meetings with the shadowsinger nesta had been under the impression that he was simply reserved; or perhaps unusually shy for somebody with centuries beneath their belt. she realises now that he’s brooding. it isn't necessarily unattractive, but if she was trying to entice him in any way before, that instinct has been forgotten. “it’s probably good sense to be disgusted by the scent of excited males. we should all be so lucky.”
she takes another sip of the syrupy wine and closes her eyes to steady herself from the haze that keeps setting in while it warms her. normally she’s on high alert in these situations, focused entirely on avoiding conversation with any male who may take an interest in her as if she’s nothing more than a shiny trinket. but with azriel and his borderline scowling face by her side, she’s confident none will approach. in the momentary darkness she realises that an emotion is rolling from him that she can’t quite place, but it does feel familiar; it reminds her an awful lot of how she felt before arriving at the party this evening. how she had only made an appearance to get feyre and elain off her back for a few more weeks. hours have passed, surely that’s enough of her time to satisfy them until the next time they deem her presence necessary.
silver eyes re-open, and she attempts to focus them once more. they follow azriel’s gaze across the room, and although his eyes don’t linger on her, it’s easy to notice that he looks at mor for a few seconds longer than anybody else. at the male ( plain, by fae standards ) who draws a rich laugh from the beautiful blonde. there’s a history there that she’s only scratched the surface of - but it’s none of her business. all that she knows has been pieced together from what she’s been told over the last few months. for a brief moment she wonders if he does still have feelings for her, then promptly realises that it’s an awfully long time to be in love with somebody. whatever the emotion is in his eyes, longing or otherwise, nesta thinks it would be nice for somebody to look at her like that. she remembers then that somebody does. just as quickly she pushes the thought away.
“you’re the prettiest, i win. my prize is that we’re leaving... has my sister mentioned that i need a chaperone? we can argue about something else while we walk.”
the way her eyes dart across his face, he can clearly see she's mapping him. perhaps she's tucking it all into memory for a later session of viewing. maybe she doesn't want to forget. or maybe she's just never gotten close enough to truly see him for what he is. shadow or illyrian? male or monster? his eyes watch her now, noticing the color of her stormy eyes and the slight furrow of her brow when she focuses. parted, pillowed lips that appear soft enough to kiss or lay upon. it's his nature to observe but it is not his nature to fantasize. that's all want to.
" good to know. " azriel comments, glancing off into the distance where people are dancing, eating, and drinking. it appears he has no interest in the fae in front of him but his shadows sneak teasing twirls toward her that say otherwise. he's not going to speak of her secrets - it's also in his nature to keep them until death calls him home. he's trusting in the fact that whatever he says is also trapped with her until death. the amount of high fae and beings in this one space has had him edging toward the door all night. dancing was something he actually partakes in but tonight he's not drunk enough. he's simply not in the mood. it doesn't help that a male has been all over mor all night and she hasn't pushed him away once - on purpose. azriel doesn't hold a candle for her anymore but the fact everyone thinks he does makes him irritable.
" i'm over here alone because the smell of arousal makes me nauseous. " stars reflect upon golden eyes as he flicks his gaze to hers once more, his statement blunt and to the point, " at least, the smell of male. " he turns to her and a brow lifts, " but i'm in enough of a mood to argue, if you'd like to. " azriel pauses, " unless we're not going to argue at all because we both know you'll win. "
warmth floods through nesta’s being at the mention of ember – of the unlikely affection they share for one another. nesta has never known a mother with a heart as open as bryce’s. even as a child, she had only been tolerated by her own mother when she was on her very best behaviour. paraded like a prize pony if she was lucky. the mothers of her peers shared the same disdain for her - for other children too, she later realised. being looked upon with indifference by a matriarch was as natural as breathing, and she had never known to crave fondness from her mother; or even what a mother figure could be like until she had witnessed feyre’s bond with her nephew. ember’s kindness towards her had solidified her newfound ideas of what motherhood should be; of the limitless tenderness she now intended to raise her own children with in the very distant future. when she possessed limitless tenderness.
a smile graces nesta’s features and she leans in closer to the reflection of bryce in the spelled mirror. the redhead feels like a mirage; barely real. if she reaches out to touch the glass, she wonders if it will ripple beneath her fingertips. but she is real. the knowledge makes her smile a little brighter. she could count her true friends on one hand, and bryce was a welcome addition. although the circumstances that had brought them together had been abnormal and unnerving, she finds herself thankful for them. “let her know that there just might be a way,” she begins, almost coy, her mind drifting to the harp. it would involve retrieving it, which would be easy enough with the way it answered to her ( called to her wanderlust sometimes ) but she didn’t doubt doing so would cause more of a rift if the others found out.
nesta masks the thought from her features, focusing instead on bryce’s words. she thinks she’d like to be another kid to fuss over, to be fussed over at all. and although she isn’t yet bored of her world, she is curious about bryce’s – about the music and the way they tell their stories, about their society; so connected where there’s is fractured along neat lines. she’s even curious about the food. if fae food had been such a revelation, she’s sure to be blown away by dishes crafted from all manner of creature. but she doubts anything would be more delicious than sharing a meal with bryce and her loved ones. “— if i can make it work perhaps i can bring my friends to meet you... i’m not entirely sure they believe what i’ve told them about you. but i’d like to come alone first. you and i have a lot of catching up to do."
" my mom hasn't stopped talking about you since her visit. " bryce flops down onto her couch, a small sigh passing over her lips as her head cocks in the direction of the nesta's own figure, a mirror image of her own position. it's rare that ember meets a soul she doesn't like, especially someone who clearly could use a mother figure in their life, but every time she brings up nesta it makes bryce smile.
bryce lost something the day that danika and the pack of devils were killed, but so did ember. her best friend had been like a sister to her, and because of it her mother had taken her in like one of her own. a daughter who longed for a proper mother, and a mother with so much love in her heart that she gave it to whoever needed it most. for a while, bryce forgot that she wasn't the only one that suffered. meeting nesta filled a little crack that was deeper than either one of them knew.
" did i tell you she asked me if there was a way to invite you over for dinner, sometime? " a smirk dances on her lips, the image of nesta's hulking mate and her stepping through portals into midgard for a few hours in her realm more amusing than it probably should be. cassian's wings wouldn't necessarily be out of place in a world where vanir and mortals mingle alike, but the way he seems to glare at anyone who steps a little too close to @moondevoured might ruffle some feathers. or who knows, maybe he'd come back with some new best friends.
" she said to tell you that if you ever get bored of your world and want to be introduced to modern technology, that you should come by. she'd love to have any excuse to make a big dinner and have another kid to fuss over. "
one moment nesta is looking at her younger sister’s face, the depths of her lovely eyes suddenly cavernous. the next her vision goes black. just like that her body is no longer her own, and instinct tells her to fight, to kick and thrash her way back to herself, but a voice stops her. elain’s voice - almost. as much as she wants to cave to her instinct, she can’t. instead she leans into the strange merging of their powers as she had once leaned into her own, and her vision tunnels, transporting her to a foreign land; one far away from the safety of velaris, where their bodies remain.
the eldest sister takes a steadying breath and is filled with a knowing that they’re close to finding what they seek. "east…” she hears her voice - almost. “it's east of here...”
@moondevoured : you are here, you are here, you're still right here.
for a few moments elain can still feel nesta. it was comforting: that presence — her older sister's hands on her arm, brushing the hair from her face. but then, she is gone; following her mind elsewhere. not that she had much of a choice. when elain finally speaks, her voice is not her own. or, it is in part, but there's a difference. because nesta has taken her sister's hands and it's almost as if… the two have combined somehow. their voices, their powers. the vision elain sees has grown stronger than she's ever seen one. "don't let go." a command from the part of her sister's soul that has always been the leader. nesta, the first born, directing them both. "i can see better with you. i can see it all."
KNOCK - KNOCK PROMPTS.
listen i recently became obsessed with the amount of television shows that have a mystery person knocking on the protagonist's door as a major finale cliffhanger, and it got me thinking, and now we have this list that a few immensely talented people helped me with! that said, we know the drill by now. DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN! IF YOU HAVE IDEAS FOR MORE PROMPTS SEND THEM TO ME AND I WILL ADD THEM!
[ KISS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door and impulsively pulls them in for a passionate kiss that punctuates a lengthy slow-burn between the two.
[ WOUNDED ]: sender arrives at the receiver's door with considerable injuries, in dire need of help and emergency care that only the receiver is either trusted enough or convenient enough to provide.
[ TEARS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door in tears and in need of comfort after a long day (or week, or month…)
[ DEFEATED ]: sender arrives at the receiver's door after having lost a considerably important battle (metaphorical or literal) and needing a place to recuperate from the loss.
[ FUGITIVE ]: sender, having just become a fugitive from the law, runs to the receiver's home in the hopes of finding shelter and safety with them.
[ GIFTS ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house with gifts for the homeowner themselves.
[ APOLOGY ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to apologize to them for a past wrong-doing (specify if you wish!)
[ DATE ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to take them on a romantic date.
[ HANG OUT ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to hang out with them for the day.
[ GO OUT ]: sender heads to the receiver's house to take them out for a day of fun/relaxation.
[ COLLECT ]: sender shows up at the receiver's house to collect something that the receiver has either purchased for them or borrowed from them.
[ DELIVER ]: sender shows up at the receiver's house to deliver something to them that either the sender borrowed or the receiver requested from them.
[ CONFRONT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to confront them about an on-going problem between the two of them.
[ FAVOR ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to ask them for a favour.
[ RECRUIT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to recruit them for an upcoming task that the sender is unable to do alone.
[ ROOMIE ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to move in with them.
[ COMFORT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to comfort them after the receiver has a difficult time or experiences a significantly difficult event.
[ HELP ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to help them with something that the receiver is either procrastinating or unable to accomplish on their own.
[ LEISURE ]: sender goes to the receiver's house for a movie night or a game night.
[ WARN ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to warn them against doing something that they suspect the receiver is preparing to do.
[ THREATEN ]: sender goes to the receiver's house in order to threaten them.
[ REUNITE ]: sender returns to the receiver's house after having been away for a while, intending to reunite with them.
[ GOODBYE ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to say a final farewell after learning they're due to leave town, possibly for good.
[ SECRET ]: sender sneaks out to the receiver's house to meet with them in secret.
[ BAD NEWS ]: sender arrives at the receiver's doorstep to deliver some bad news to them (SPECIFY THE NEWS).
[ PARTY ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to attend a party that the receiver is hosting.
[ NEIGHBOUR ]: sender, having just moved in next door, arrives at the receiver's house to introduce themselves.
[ ENGINE ]: sender's car breaks down in the same street that the receiver lives on, leading the sender to knock on their door to ask for help.
[ PRETEND ]: sender knocks on the receiver's door to ask them to pretend to know them for the sake of a cover story.
[ VISIT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house for a casual visit.
THE HITCHER (2007) dir. Dave Meyers
the way he turns her feels like the crescendo of a dance, and her heart soars just the same as when she’s spinning when he kisses her. she could spend the entire day kissing him; the week too, until her lips and chapped and bloody from being entwined with his. even then she isn’t certain she’d tire of it. luckily for the two of them, azriel has the good sense to know when to pull away, but the combination of the look in his eyes and the sincerity in his words hitches her breath as she tries to catch it. nesta drinks in his features once again, her fingers splaying against each side of his neck and her thumbs smoothing across his strong jaw.
how does she look at him? she wonders. like she's hungry, she's fairly certain of it.
“that’s fortunate,” she murmurs, eyes travelling his features as if she’s trying to commit each one to memory, before settling on his honeyed gaze. “because i love looking at you… and not only because you’re as beautiful as you are.” she loves that when she looks at him it settles the feeling of unrest that often knots itself in her stomach, she loves that there’s never any judgement in his eyes; only understanding - sometimes the desire to. and if she’s truly honest with herself she loves that she can see the devotion he speaks of in his eyes from time to time. she feels seen by him in a way that she never has before, and it soothes and stimulates her all at once.
“— i love the way you look at me, too.” she tells him simply, lips pursing with the effort not to say more as her palms travel to his chest - as if to fix a tie that isn't there.
the silence between them, the unspoken words, hang there. there is nothing but them, their breathing, and his hands on her stomach - holding her. they remain this way for a few moments. azriel wishes he could bottle the feeling of pure content he feels with nesta so close to him in his arms. the serenity that permeates.
her soft voice breaks through and he can't help but smile when she kisses his temple. " it's not - but how can my thoughts not travel there frequently? " azriel asks, his soft puffs of breath tickling her ear again. " especially when i simply want to show my devotion to you... and it just so happens to be physical some of the time. " he turns her then in his arms so he can hold her face in his hands and kiss her. it is soft, not rushed, and he lets it linger for as long as its supposed to. their eyes meet and something soft holds azriel's features. " i love the way you look at me. "
@nessianweek | Day Seven: Free Day
And for the free day, I wanted a third perspective on what Nesta and Cassian might be like behind closed doors (I really loved this prompt as you can see). Who wouldn’t kneel before Nesta Archeron, right? I feel you, Cassian, I feel you.
As always, I can’t thank Pablo enough for being such a kind person and creating such incredible artwork.
Art by: Pablo Souza (pablochmn)
Commissioned by: @podemechamardek
🚫 Please do not repost.
JOE MANGANIELLO Magic Mike XXL (2015) dir. Gregory Jacobs
nesta struggles to place the surprise in feyre’s voice, uncertain of why her words had surprised her so. as much as she wants to know, she isn’t ready to ask. but then feyre speaks again – words that confirm that they did in fact share similarities beyond the obvious ones gifted to them by lineage. the eldest sister had often felt alone too. alone despite the smothering attention of their mother, alone despite her closeness with the sister she could never compare to, alone despite the males she took home each night while she pushed the rest of the world away. she too had endured the loneliness but had refused to let another soul note how she loathed it.
the movement of feyre’s hair catches her eye and she risks glancing at her again. it's as if she’s on a ship, floating across oceans, tendrils of her locks dancing on a sea breeze to liberty beside her. “— did you?” she asks softly, slotting a new piece of the puzzle into place and giving a new dimension to the sister who had saved her life... the sister who she barely knows. not in the ways that matter. and she’s not sure that she ever had dreams like that. her own aspirations had only ever been material; luxurious dresses to covet, a rich man to buy her treasures. finding them for herself had never once entered her mind.
stormy eyes stray back to the glittering landscape at the mention of rhys’ beliefs about their childhoods and their fates. “maybe so,” she murmurs, not entirely certain she agrees, but unsure if it comes from a desire to be contrary where the high lord is concerned. it's tough for her to swallow that the notion that the harsh reality they endured could be thought of as necessary, especially when she could still remember her youngest sister's face on the morning she went hunting for the first time as vividly as she did. it's as if it that version of her younger self stands before her now, eyes full of determination and fear. nesta can't help but remember the way she'd GLOWERED at her while elain wished her well.
“it was out of love.”
the words lift nesta from dangerous territory. it was so like them. nesta focusing on hatred, letting it gnaw at her bones. feyre choosing love, asking it to guide her like starlight. she remains silent, emotion thick in her throat, and bites the inside of her cheek as she searches for something to say. anything to avoid the generosity offered to her younger self. "if we could go back in time," she begins, pulse pounding in her ears. "i'd like to think i'd be a better sister to you. learned to hunt with you, helped you wash the blood out of your clothes, taught you how to read... and i should have made you feel safe enough to ask for help with those things."
" freedom? " i finally looked over at my sister, my brow furrowed with something bordering on astonishment. was it truly possible that my sister, who radiated with such severe beauty and intensity, had envied me for the disdain and abandonment i had been fostered with? no one had ever seemed to care to notice me -- a neglected child left alone in the corner playing with shadows, so easily forgotten. " i taught myself how to endure being alone, but i never enjoyed it. " i would have traded my so called freedom for nesta's gilded cage and our mother's rigorous expectations back then, if it meant receiving even a sliver of her acknowledgment. and yet, i had also always yearned to escape -- something in my gut pulling me towards the horizon, to explore the deep unknown. ( a gentle tug leading me towards my real home. ) my happiest moments as a child were spent in alone our father's office, studying the maps as if i had any formal education in cartography, yearning to feel the sea breeze whipping through my hair. my voice softened, " i used to think i'd take over his business you know. sail away and travel across the continent. "
that all changed as soon as we lost everything. i rarely allowed myself to dream after that, to consider what might have been if our father hadn't been so weak and so careless. fantasies could only trap you in a maze of delusion, the means of our survival dependent upon my righteous will and cynical practicality. painting was the only form of escapism i truly afforded myself, visions of the night sky keeping me warm at night and holding me together before i even knew i needed it. " rhys thinks everything had to happen exactly as it did for us to be here now. " it had taken some time for me to agree with that, to accept that our suffering was inevitable -- and yet it had all been worth it, to quiet the storm in our minds, restless waves with nothing to break against. for once in my life, i finally felt whole. i had everything i could ever want and resentment had never truly served me.
a soft smile threatened to crack through as i studied my sister's features, silver eyes that were so eerily reminiscent of my own -- intense enough that even i could hardly stand to wither beneath her stare. " it was out of love. " it always had been, even when i never would've admitted it before -- all of the choices i had made were motivated by the unconditional love i had carried for my sisters, for our family. nothing had ever broken that, not even our mother's games. " you were an easy person to blame, but you didn't deserve it either. we were children -- even if our youth was robbed from us. "
![Nesta Archeron By Rinamoart [instagram]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a7d1f0a509d5d4e936b2d83e15131743/58c5ce35df271dd8-e1/s500x750/bc5640fe5785defa59b599b824d879cf43587a54.jpg)
🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 ( prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )
𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.
[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body
𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.
[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ― sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion
𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.
[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party
𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.
[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them
𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.
[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil
" that's a very pretty way of saying that you like to cause trouble. " the light in nesta's eyes veers between cautious and entertained. even she has to admit that kol mikaelson has an infectious charisma ( one that's easy to respond to ) but not enough for her to let her guard down in his presence. something about his energy feels unusual to her in a way that reminds her of the harp. older than she could imagine; mysterious & mischevious in a way that could very well make him capable of anything. " — don't tell me you're here to cause trouble, kol. "
@moondevoured, nesta archeron required a one liner.
" some accept their fate. i try to defy my fate. "
“ i can’t pretend not to be jealous. ” askbox meme, for @deaeths
" you absolutely can! " nesta jabs at his chest, her voice stern, eyes ablaze with the threat of flames. if she was able to act like she didn't give a damn when he still looked at mor like she hung the sun with her very own hands ( given their history ) then he could pretend to be unaffected by the things she had to do to maintain eris' favour. " — in fact, you shouldn't even have to pretend. i'm not yours to be jealous of. "