Can I just say I've never seen anyone be able to pull off such great characters as you - you look so cute as Andromeda, and exactly how I imagined her, you're crazy as hell and absolutely spot on for Bellatrix, you look grear as Narcissa and have her cold attitude/look down, and as most people have already told you, your Tonks is the best in the world! Your fem!marauders as a gift to this world, your fem!fenrir is amazing and each character you play is utterly brilliant! You are so talented! ❤️
(( OOC: *blinks furiously* …goddamn this hay fever - no I’m not crying, there’s something in my… I swear, it’s just *sniffs* allergies. ))
On the second day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…
A warm hand on the small of your back was guiding you through the darkness, your vision blocked by a red sash.
“Just a bit further, amore mio.” His smooth voice spoke from behind you, the sound as beautiful as the gentlest of music.
“It would be easier if you took the blindfold off.” You laughed, blindly following Ezio’s guiding hand.
“Perhaps, but not as fun.” Ezio teased, his hot breath ghosting along the back of your neck.
You shivered, a combination of his closeness and the cold, winter air. Lights were dancing beneath your eyelids, the soft tune of a sweet song echoing into the night air. You could practically feel Ezio’s smile behind you, his pace quickening as you drew closer to whatever surprise he had in store.
“Okay, caro,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in close. His chest was pressed tight to your back, his soft hair tickling your shoulder. “You can take it off.”
You smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice, your fingertips gliding along the silky texture of the sash. You peeled it away slowly, your eyelashes fluttering open. A light misting of rain drops ran down on the two of you, Ezio’s heat keeping you warm. Dozens of flickering lights met your gaze, the darkness of night lost in the beauty of the atmosphere. The candles formed a path, red petals littering the ground between each radiant light.
“Ezio,” you murmured, grinning like an idiot. He mirrored your expression, the curve of his lips pressed against your neck.
“Keep walking.” He insisted, disentangling his arms from around you. A shiver ran through your body at the loss of his warmth, his fingers interlacing with your own instead. A new wave of heat spread through you, his contact alone warming your heart.
“Are you bringing me out here to murder me?” You joked lightly, bringing his arm around your shoulders and nuzzling against him.
“You better watch out, dolce cuore,” he warned jokingly, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. The candles, still shining bright, were beginning to burn out, light puffs of smoke breezing through the air. The forest surrounding the both of you was eery, strange noises and rustling branches following the two of you like a creature hunting prey. Ezio’s brown gaze watched you from above, his soft, pink lips curved up in a smile.
“Here,” he signalled, stopping you in the middle of a clearing. The moon shone down upon the both of you, the lights of stars twinkling up above. The gentle bite of wind and light showers no longer bothered you, your eyes focused on the sky.
“It’s beautiful.” You breathed, the stars reflecting in your eyes. So many hopes and so many dreams could be seen in their soft twinkle, the sky like a sea of aspiration. A thousand untold stories were hidden in their sweet sparkle, your hand unconsciously reaching out to trace some of the more visible constellations.
“Yes, you are.” Ezio whispered, his lips against your ear. A delightful shiver ran down your spine, a tingle left where Ezio’s lips had been against your bare skin.
“Ezio.” You groaned playfully, faintly shoving his shoulder. He chuckled, a smooth and soft baritone to your ears.
“I speak only the truth, mia bella.” Your heart warmed at his rich tone, your body automatically seeking out more contact with him. He happily obliged, his head resting atop yours and his hands rubbing patterns up and down your back.
“I hate you.” You muttered, smiling despite yourself. A twitch of his lips brought on his own smile, his palms temporarily pushing you closer into him. He smelled of the fresh rain and roses with a deep undertone of lemony thyme. Your hands tightened around his neck at the familiar scent, your eyes falling shut at the intimacy.
“You wound me.” His voice was barely audible above the pounding of his heart by your ear, his steady breathing bringing it back to normal.
Your lips, pressed tightly against his chest, curved up in a smile when he cuddled closer, seeming to be almost feeding off your contact. He was like this often, reveling in every minute that he got to spend in your arms. Which, sadly, wasn’t nearly enough for you. He’d brought you out here as an apology, of sorts, for not being able to devote every minute with you. Of course, you understood why, but he seemed adamant about making it up to you.
A short burst of wind rustled your clothing, a large exhale passing through his lungs.
“It’s getting colder.” Ezio noted, his tone wistful. “Perhaps we should journey back.”
The thought of having to endure the strange and wild roads for another few days had you gripping onto his back tightly, your body practically being held up by his arms.
“A few minutes longer?” You pleaded, opening your eyes and batting your eyelashes a few times for good measure. At his look of protest, you stuck your bottom lip out, giving him your best impersonation of a needy dog. He broke almost immediately, nodding and pulling you back into an embrace.
“Only a few minutes.” He mumbled, running a hand through your (Y/H/C) locks.
The tug of his skillful fingers had you cuddling even closer to him, your head wedged in between his head and shoulder. You breathed him in, your own fingers dancing along the curve of his spine. Muscles flexed and relaxed beneath your touch, his entire demeanour shifting to something more comfortable and familiar at the feel of your hand on his body.
“Io ti amo.” He said, the ghost of a smile on his lips. There was no desperation or anger or sadness in his tone, just a sweet, honest declaration of love. You smiled, your cheeks almost aching at how wide you’d spread them.
“I love you too.” You replied, the cloth of his robes soft beneath your fingertips.
Something decidedly colder landed on the crown of your head, your body tensing beneath it. Ezio breathed out a laugh, his fingers swiping the offending item from your head. He presented it to you with childish glee, a sole, white snowflake melting on his fingertip.
“It’s snowing.” You giggled, watching the flakes with awe.
They were beautiful, each unique in their own way. You were so lost in your observation of the snowflakes, you failed to see the way Ezio’s eyes lit up with your smile, or the way he fell even more in love with each sweet word that slipped through your lips. He could tell you how he felt over and over again, he could even show you how he felt, but for the moment, he’d rather just watch and fall even further in love with your smile, with your laugh, with you.
such an amazing night with my love ❤️ basically because Minh is an amazing worker, she covered a ton of shifts last week and her manager gave her a huge gift card to Fogo De Chao, a Brazilian steakhouse! So we decided to go tonight, and boy did we pick the perfect night. It was so beautiful out, like the perfect weather to walk the city 🏙 The restaurant was amazing, servers are constantly offering you really good meats and cheeses and stuff, so we felt extra fancy 😋 Minh is so hilarious, she told them it was my birthday so we could get a free dessert 😂😂 My little scammer, who taught you to finesse so well? Oh yeah me 😂❤️. After dinner we just kind of walked around and stopped at this super mega huge wawa on market street and got coffee. We sat and talked for about an hour before calling our Uber home. (neither of us felt like driving lmao) I always cherish these moments when we go into the city because it just makes me picture the future we’ll have together there, in our dinky little apartment and our 17 animals.
Imagine person B brushing their teeth the morning after staying in A’s place. A is still a little frisky and hugs B from behind, starting to kiss their neck and back, caressing with their hands, telling person B how cute they look while looking at their reflect in the mirror.