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healingheartdogs · 1 year
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Love having talks with my parents (/s) where they tell me I "need to stop living in fear and get back out in the world" and that they haven't stopped living because of COVID and they don't even mask and it's fine because they got it once and it was just like allergies to them and "it's not even that bad it's just like the flu or a cold", ignoring that I also have had COVID before and was in the most extreme all over pain I have been in EVER in my entire chronically ill chronic pain suffering life for over a week to the point that I was mentally begging the universe to just let me die toward the end of it so it would finally be over and am now left with significantly worse chronic fatigue, chronic pain, and heart issues than I had already before because of long COVID. Also my sense of taste and smell have still not fully recovered, which is a sign of lasting neurological damage.
But it's just fearmongering, clearly, and I'm just falling for government propaganda (even though the government has said COVID is over and that we don't need to take precautions anymore because they value profit over human lives). Sure. Makes sense.
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viiisenyas · 1 year
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I haven’t produced a WIP update in ages! D:
Tagged by: @plisuu (thank you so much!)
Tagging: @sulky-valkyrie @oxygenforthewicked @gloriousonemahanon @psalacanthea and anyone else who would like to participate!
Summary: Reginald is having trouble coping with the loss of his mother and Valeriana comforts him.
Warnings: Brief mentions of torture
Side notes: This is a snippet of my upcoming chapter “The Broken Circle.” I decided against putting in the second half of this because plenty of you already hate my Hawke as it is and this man is an expert at ruining the moment. But you’ll see the smut soon enough 😇
ANYWAYS.
Hawke
His fingers tightened against her waist as he sobbed into her neck and the tension within him diminished. Everything that he held in for weeks poured out in front of her, and in a moment of weakness, he crumbled. He didn’t expect her to stay with him after he began to blubber. Not after the boy he loved left after his father died, and the sense of security he longed for all these years was finally bestowed to him as Valeriana guided him to kneel in the cool grass.
She closed her arms around him, swaying gently and the familiar droning hum of magic intertwined with the peaceful sounds of the forest. Hawke relaxed against her as his breathing became consistent.
After a long moment, the mage pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, and she rested her palms against his cheek.
She used her thumbs to brush away the tears that collected beneath his eyes and he emitted a soft sigh.
He hadn’t realised her hands were this soft, and he found himself leaning into her touch as she allowed a hand to linger on his face while the other descended to his neck.
“You really shouldn’t be alone, Hawke. Do you want me to get—”
“No.” The answer was sudden, and he grasped the loose sleeves of her tunic as she pulled back. “Just… stay with me, Valeriana. Please.”
She hesitated and nodded slowly before he let go of her tunic. He moved to sit in the grass and Valeriana followed, settling beside him while he fixed his gaze on the stars above. After his father’s death, it brought him solace as he often pondered if he was watching him. But on this night, numbness overcame him.
Is this what it’s like to be an orphan?
“I’m so sorry about your mother,” her slender fingers slipped between his, and she squeezed his palm gently. “But I don’t think she would want you to blame yourself.”
“You don’t know my mother.” A humourless laugh escaped him, and he sniffled. “I wish I could’ve saved her from that damned ogre.”
She let go of his hand, and placed it on his knee. “I know how you feel, but there was nothing you could have done, Reggie.”
“And exactly how do you know what I’m feeling?” He deadpanned.
She inhaled through her nose slowly and her emerald gaze moved toward the clearing of the forest. “Because I felt the same way when my parents died.” Her voice lowered an octave as she looked at him. “I blamed myself for years, but what happened to them wasn’t my fault. And what happened to your mum wasn’t yours.”
Oh.
“I’m sorry.” He’d nearly forgotten that she, too, was an orphan, and he avoided her gaze.
“There’s nothing to forgive,” She smiled.
Her kindness made the burden he carried feel a bit lighter and he fixed his eyes on the sky once more as he listened to the whisper of the wind drifting between the trees.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed as a comfortable silence settled between them, and his heart swelled with gratitude for Valeriana’s company.
As he turned to thank her, he was surprised to feel the softness of her lips brushing against his. Reginald’s eyes widened as she pulled back with a soft gasp.
“I’m sorry, I… shouldn’t have done that.” Her cheeks reddened as she ran her fingers through her hair and Valeriana lowered her gaze.
Without a second thought, he reached forward and hooked his index finger beneath her chin. He tilted her head up, silently urging her to look at him. “And if I wanted you to? What then?”
She offered a sheepish smile and Hawke pressed his lips against hers. Valeriana grasped the collar of his tunic and he wrapped his arm around waist, tugging her closer.
He kissed her with fervour, and the melancholy that shrouded his heart diminished as warmth spread in his chest when Valeriana’s fingers brushed against his cheek. Had he been younger, he would have mistaken the feeling for love as he foolishly did before but he knew better, and he didn’t care. For once someone was there for him when he needed them, and that’s all that mattered in the moment.
Hawke savoured the sweet taste of berries lingered on her tongue, and exhaled through his nose as he tangled his fingers into her hair.
He reclined into the grass, pulling her on top of him. His hands wandered across her back. He moved his lips to her neck and she emitted a soft sigh while he began to pull her tunic above her waist.
As his fingers moved under her garments, Reginald felt the softness of her skin begin to change, and she reached back to catch his wrist.
“Don’t.” She warned, pulling away.
His brow furrowed in confusion and he unconsciously swiped the pad of his index finger against her raised flesh.
“What is it?”
Her lips curved downward and she took a deep breath. “It’s… it’s nothing.”
“Val,” Hawke reached up to cup her face and he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. Her emerald gaze met his, and he exhaled through his nose. “You can trust me.”
A long pause came and he waited patiently as Valeriana moved off of him to settle into the grass with her back turned. Another sigh escaped her and she reluctantly pulled her tunic over her head. She gathered her long hair over her shoulder, and the moonlight revealed the silver scars carved into her skin.
His lips fell open in shock as he took in the sight of the scars that littered her back, and he sat up abruptly.
“What in blazes happened?”
“I dropped some books in the library,” She murmured, sparing him a glance over her shoulder. “And Trevelyan flogged me for it.”
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tenebristhequeen · 1 year
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Evil Test Meme
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Ghrrrr...Sure doll, whatever helps you sleep at night ghrheheh Just remember to sleep with one eye open from now on~
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empresskaze · 2 years
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Not my image but I did have this firework in our pack....
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whorenerdking · 1 year
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mom: we have a fairly healthy home life and relationship don’t you think?
me:
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contextnotincluded · 7 months
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the constitution is extremely overrated.
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“Stealth 100.”
Naughty or Nice
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astronomodome · 28 days
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Jimmy this is PG? This is what PG looks like?
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Okay but Eddie Diaz. That man wants to propose properly so fucking badly, he wants to be romantic so fucking badly, he probably wants a proper big wedding so fucking badly... WHOMST is going to let him do all of this? WHO IS GOING TO LET THIS MAN LIVE HIS ROMANTIC DREAMS.
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0lympian-c0uncil · 5 months
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zeb-z · 6 months
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“whatever is going on with the other couples on the island, it’s none of my business” oh so we’re just lying today Fit ‘fofoca’ MC huh
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084392 · 1 year
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dawn getting a distorted spiral eye from distortion world/giratina/getting possessed by a spiritomb soul or something
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+her normie friends reactions to it....
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cringesnail · 9 months
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Étoiles said he's going to start a "malevolent rp" bc he's not president. As if he could suddenly stop helping people lol. Sure my guy you're gonna be malevolent
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sysig · 2 years
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Hello! Second request here, could you please draw something with Scriabin and Todd? I love their interactions and how he tries to take care of him in his own way, but is very bad at it.
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Day 12 - Apology Bribe
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ahappydnp · 1 year
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surely not...
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so since me and my sister were really little we’ve always had these annual birthday photoshoots with like a professional photographer and everything (it’s what parents do when they have a little too much money i guess) and a conversation went down today when i was selecting the photo for my canvas.
photographer: you girls are growing up so fast. soon enough i’ll be doing your wedding photos!
my mum: our girls? nah, they’re a bit scary. the boys’ll stay away for a bit.
me: hahhahahhahahaha
reminder: i have a girlfriend.
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