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starfrckled-a · 4 years

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@rhaelluna wants a cheek smooch ( random platonic kisses : always accepting from mutuals )

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙰𝚈 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁, what they whisper among the castle walls. lady Bolton would look prettier, if only she smiled more. even now, leagues away from Dreadfort, Bethany can see them shaking their heads, disappointed she doesn’t brighten their days with her smile like a proper lady. they all make her want to scream, rather than smile. her own people, no —— her lord husband’s people. she forgets each one of them, however, when Rhaella reaches forward to take her hand, even if for a moment, too deeply set in her to let it go entirely, her first instinct is to look around for threats, ears carefully tuned to their surroundings. it’s only relief, she tells herself, that causes her lips to curve upwards when Rhaella leaves a kiss on her cheek, soft and sweet, nothing but honey on her mouth. oh, but there is fondness too, nestled in the stubborn line of her jaw, nurtured and kept safe behind her ribcage. friends are precious and rare in her life, after all. « I am going to miss this —— you. » a quiet sigh, fingers holding on to the other woman’s hand, as if she can’t already feel the familiar bite of the cold northern winds, as if she can’t already tell it might be a long while before they will be able to see each other again.

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starfrckled-a · 4 years

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@rhaelluna said : ❝ when you’re dead, you’re finally free. ❞ ( peaky blinders sentence starters : accepting )

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴𝙽, shaped for their benefit. a world that leaves them to fight every day just to keep their heads above the water. a constant war, fought not with swords and armors, but just as deadly, just as taxing. of course it’s so very easy to mistake freedom for something that should taste like blood on the tongue, carry the smell of rot with it. Bethany might have sneered, contemptuous, if Rhaella hadn’t spoken those words, then swiftly tossed the argument aside, yet she proves to be far more cautious, in this case, worry softening her edges into something safer to touch. a sigh already halfway out of her mouth, Bethany reaches for her shoulders, sweeping her thumb across clothed skin as if she can soothe the ache just like that, with a touch so simple. she cannot, Bethany is not naive enough to believe the contrary to be true, but still she tries. she tries to be someone Rhaella can lean on, strong enough to help her bear the weight, and gentle enough to provide comfort, someone that will not let her down or hurt her. maybe she won’t always succeed, but she will always put in all the effort she can. « no, Rhaella. when you’re dead you’re simply that… dead. unfeeling. » her voice is kind, but unwavering. « if you really want to be free you have to fight and bleed for it, but live. no more talk of death today. »

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starfrckled-a · 4 years

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@rhaelluna said : ❝ you are loved. ❞ ( hurt comfort sentence starters : accepting )

𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂. some days she wants nothing more than to lay on her bed, not letting a single soul see her like this —— weak, trembling, a frail twig picked apart by the wind. her husband is not inside the castle grounds ( good. she still has spite in abundance to let that venomous little word fester in her mind ), and she has told her handmaid to not allow anyone to bother her, before sending her out too. Bethany won’t let them see her cry, she would sooner slice her own skin open, but she is sick of pretending this isn’t ripping her heart to shreds. there is a graveyard inside her body —— and outside of it too. in her dreams, she walks in a room filled with nothing but empty cribs. she wakes up cold all over, no matter how many furs she places on the bed. Rhaella comes anyway, not scared by the lie she has been fed : lady Bolton has a fever, she doesn’t wish to be disturbed. Bethany doesn’t really have it in her to leave her outside her door, she has been nothing but a good friend in these past few years they have known each other, after all. and she might not be sick, yet her pale face paints a very convincing display, as well as the ugly swollen red under her eyes, where she has rubbed at the tender skin with too much fervor. ❝ you are loved. ❞ a shaky hand grabs the column of her bed as she stands up, legs unsteady, muscles weakened by disuse and if any other day Rhaella’s words would have been enough to put a smile on the northern woman’s face, this time the line of her mouth twists in a sharp curve that soon breaks into a grimace, her whole expression faltering before shattering. tears held back for too long now soak her face and a sob almost sends her to her knees, suddenly wrecking through her body. « I don’t need to be loved —— I need this to work. » fingers press against her stomach, digging into the flesh to the point it would be painful, if only she wasn’t feeling so numb. everything is washed away, for the time being, at the very least : both the pain and the guilt of putting Rhaella through this.

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