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kathrynharinger · 3 months

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FOR: @sawyerdecker WHEN: 28th of Feb, 2024. WHERE: The Black Rabbit.

Kathryn couldn't run forever.

The words echoed through her mind, a reminder of that last night in New York. The worst, and potentially, best night of her entire life. Carlos, on the job too, had screamed that as she'd ran. Money and her fearing for her life, she fled. It was keeping her up at night, the nightmares slowly following her into waking day until the bags under her eyes, smudges of purple, were poignant on her porcelain features. With a sigh, she pushed the blonde sweeping pony over her shoulder and pushed through the doors of the Black Rabbit.

Her arrival in Tonopah had been a whirlwind, something she'd never comprehended could become home until it just did. It was a combination of the people and the freedom she'd allowed herself to feel. And Kathryn Haringer hadn't felt such unbridled freedom since she was eighteen years old, working in a diner and praying she made it to the next day.

But everything was well on its way to becoming a fucking shitshow.

One letter. Unsigned. A warning.

The inside wasn't quiet. In fact, it was the busiest she'd seen it in a while. The soft drone of a jukebox shuddered in the corner while the corner of her lips tugged into something of comfort. She liked this place. It took her to a time long since dead, the 1920's something she held close to her heart. Checking her watch, she hummed a sigh before her eyes scanned the room.

And landed on the person she was looking for. Sawyer Decker, in the flesh.

Was it legal for someone to be that pretty? What the fuck.

"Um, Sawyer? Hey." she closed the distance, standing before a table situated close to the bar. "I'm sorry, my lyft didn't arrive and my cars in the garage. Wait, I have the right person...right?"

#sawyer & kathryn #sawyerdecker #HAHAHAHAHAHA #we said chaos #let's bring itttttt #this is so RUSTY #i apologise

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divinelght · 2 months

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“Little Love. Whatever could be the matter?” - Ascended verse!

― @sidxreus

When Astarion poses his question, soft and low as they sit near the warmth of the fireplace, Aurora has her head in his lap, her scarlet eyes following the curl of each flame that dances in the hearth. Silent, she is so silent when he's not around that she almost forgets herself in his presence. It's his hand on her hair and the way his voice commands her attention away from the fireplace that draws her back to reality. Aurora knows she's anticipating the emptiness that comes whenever he leaves ― like she's allowing herself to lament over his absence despite his fairly recent return. How long will it be before he leaves her to the darkness of the palace once more? How much of her eternity will be spent only seeing the world under the cover of nightfall?

She thinks she loathes the stars now. The moon, her enemy. Shifting on the plush cushions beneath her, she allows herself the comfort of finally looking up at him and she, for a fleeting moment, wonders if her thoughts are loud enough that he can hear them. There's nothing she could hide from him; nothing she dare would. So, she takes his hand into her own and guides their entwined fingers to rest over her chest (where her heart once beat for him) and lets a soft smile unfurl on her lips. "I was only thinking about how terribly I missed you." A silent plea bleeds into her words then: please stay, if only for awhile more.

#keep the sun in your heart. ⸻ ( answered. )#a golden cage is still just a cage. ⸻ ( consort. )#your needs / my needs ⸻ ( sidxreus. )#THIS IS SO RUSTY #BUT I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF

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lucidpeech · 2 months

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