other warnings for dubcon, animalistic sex, and general crack]]
Spring had a scent to it. Dew, maybe, or, flowers: the chicory was twisting up from the lichen, the wild lilac was swaying in the meadows, and the golden blessing of pollen was thick on the breeze. Everything, dripping. But bunny’s noses knew better. Credence bounded through the clearing. The forest around him swayed lazily in the warmth of the afternoon, and he could smell everything, every living morsel, screaming with heat. The base sort. The pleasurable sort; in the cruel, humid spring, bunnies needed, badly, to be fucked, just as the birds needed grass for their nests, or the river water was cold, or night came earlier over the long, black forest in winter. It was deep May, Credence was ripe—the whole world was– and there was a logical rhythm to it. Something natural.
It was unnerving how long it took Tao and Baekhyun to reach Lord Yeongjoon’s manor. Under normal circumstances from the pack house to the manor it would be a days journey (at normal speed (to other destinations: village, a couple hours, to Y/N house, half a day). But guards were doing heavy patrol, thinking that pack members would be out looking for Y/N. It took almost a day and a half…
“I know she’s Minseok’s mate…but she never accepted him, is this too much of a risk?” Tao questioned more to himself than to Baekhyun as they hid in the bushes looking towards the manor.
“Don’t even talk that,” Baekhyun snapped, “Would you be saying this if it were mate? She hasn’t fully accepted you.”
Tao looked away. He was right, his mate hadn’t fully accepted him. Would he take the same risks? Maybe? Yes? His heart was so conflicted about it.
“It’s almost dark…once it’s dark enough we’ll get closer to the manor,” Baekhyun stated.
Iwyn Lavellan returns to her clan and sees her younger brother, Branwen, for the first time since Trespasser.
“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?”
Branwen paces the dirt floor of temporary dwelling. “How can you…? How can it
be…?” Her brother shakes his head, and pauses, leaning on the pillar in the
middle of the room.
“It is not as if I planned it,” Iwyn bites back, frustration
creeping into her voice.
“What are you going to do now?” Branwen’s hands comes up,
waving wildly in front of him. “Are you going to tell Deshanna? Everyone else?
“I have to.“ Iwyn doesn’t meet his eyes, idly touching what
is left of her left arm. “I have no idea what… his…” she tries to breathe, but
the air thick and she feels like it is made of sludge. “I have no idea what his
plans are. How dangerous it is for everyone.” She wants to throw up. She hasn’t
thought about, not really. She has been like a ghost, worrying about the
inquisition, the many tasks of running it.
Here in the Dalish camp, with her brother, it hits her. The
Dread Wolf. She knows she sees him in her dreams, and she knows she will find
him. Here, the dirt floor, the wolf statues keeping watch, she thinks what it
all really means. Her brother goes back to pacing
“They aren’t gods, you know? Just people. Mages,” she says.
It was the wrong thing to say. Branwen stops again, icy look
on his face. “Do not say so. Do not come here, after years with the shems, and
assume you can tell such things. And if the Creators do not exist, what will
protect us then? You, the almighty Inquisitor?” Branwen sneers at her, eyes
stormy. She can smell his magic, congealing in the air around him.
“Branwen. It is not like that.” She tries to be calm. “I
just wanted everyone to be aware. Don’t trust anyone. Don’t believe calls for
change or rebellion.” The words are stuck in her throat. Had she not believed
him? Does she not still think he tries to walk the only path he can see
“Did you not say you trusted him? Were you wrong?” Branwen
spins and looks at her, chin forward, arms jerking up again.
She opens her mouth to speak, but she has nothing to say.
She shakes her head. She doesn’t know, anymore. She feels dizzy, and she sits
on a folding chair, drops her head between her legs.
“Iwyn. Sis…” He hasn’t called her that since he was a
small boy. Branwen stops pacing and places a hand in her back, runs it down her
spine. It is large and heavy. He has become a man while she has been gone.
“I don’t know, Branwen. I don’t know what think anymore. I
have to stop him. I love him. I don’t know how.“ She doesn’t look up. She hasn’t
said it our loud, like this, to any of her friends. Only shown her calm self.
But here; here she can smell the wood burning. The sour note of the tanned
halla hides. Taste the herbs from her dad’s liquor at the back of her throat.
Nothing to command, no tasks to attend to. Nothing left that gives her a
semblance of control.
Branwen crouches in
front of her. He puts his hand on her shoulders and pulls her forward, into an awkward
hug, until her knees hit the floor, and then she throws herself into his chest.
She hasn’t cried, she hasn’t for so long, but her cheeks are wet, and her
shoulders are shaking, and Branwen keeps holding her.
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cover art by @isozyme who loves me & tolerates ghosts
the birds are mocking me, a mix for the girl whose smile might mean anything ;
01. part 1 — duke ellington ; 02. chick habit — april march ; 03. caravan — duke ellington ; 04. pretty girls — neko case ; 05. bones — ms mr ; 06 the silence — bastille ; 07. you’re a wolf — sea wolf ; 08. broken crown — mumford & sons ; 09. laura palmer — bastille ; 10. raise up your weary hands — the builders and the butchers ; 11. black dirt — sea wolf ; 12. what a wonderful world — angel’s music box
I walk through the valley in the shadow of death - a naomi misora mix | Listen
1. Meddle - Little Boots // 2. Break The Walls - Fitz And The Tantrums // 3. For Reasons Unknown - The Killers // 4. Serpants - Sharon Van Etten // 5. Heavy Cross - The Gossip // 6. Last Day Of Magic - The Kills // 7. Phenomena - Yeah Yeah Yeahs // 8. How I know - Toro Y Moi // 9. The Violet Hour - Sea Wolf // 10. The Undying Need To Scream - Dillon // 11. Black Dirt - Sea Wolf // 12. Possibility - Lykke Li
(i’ll never be your) chosen one // 21 songs for fear, for love, for power, for wearing a mask so long you almost forget who you are beneath it. for the seduction of the dark side. for a slave never truly freed, forged into a weapon for a war he never chose to fight. for all of his mistakes, and all of his triumphs, all the things he loved, and all the things he lost. for anakin skywalker, who was born to find balance, and for darth vader, the monster who wears his skin. love can save you, in the end. (a spiritual companion to my ben organa/kylo ren mix.)
1. hero - family of the year // 2. under the milky way - metric // 3. across the stars - john williams // 4. cosmic love - florence + the machine // 5. some nights - fun. // 6. weight of living, pt. 1 - bastille // 7. what do you go home to? - explosions in the sky // 8. oh death - noah gundersen // 9. the crow - dessa // 10. lesson no. 7 - clock opera // 11. broken crown - mumford & sons // 12. black dirt - sea wolf // 13. iscariot - walk the moon // 14. oblivion - patrick wolf // 15. prisoners - regina spektor // 16. body of years - mother mother // 17. when the war came - the decemberists // 18. a song for our fathers - explosions in the sky // 19. brothers on a hotel bed - death cab for cutie // 20. putting the dog to sleep - the antlers // 21. hero - regina spektor