Ok since the whole tumblr is obsessed with Yuri!!! on Ice
I decided to give some advices especially to the artists who draw russian characters to make it less cringy for myself. I’m sure somebody might have already done something like this but I still want to bring up some points.
- to all shippers out there: russians wear wedding rings on the RIGHT HAND, not on the left;
- we also don’t have a tradition of the engagement rings;
- please, please, PLEASE don’t try to write/use russian phrases unless you actually know the language or can ask someone who knows it. Non-speakers won’t get them, latin transliteration is ugly as fuck, not to mention that the translator will 99.9% get it wrong somewhere. Use english, really;
- the same goes to writing in russian: please don’t do it unless you know how to. Redrawing russian printed letters looks weird at best. Russian cursive is a bitch but at least it’s a beautiful bitch;
- russians don’t celebrate Christmas on the December 25th. Orthodox Christmas is celebrated on the 7th of January and it’s not as global as western Christmas. It’s more of a religious tradition. But New Year celebration in Russia is HUGE. So if you want to draw a winter thematic art, new year theme would suit better;
- (also we don’t have Halloween);
- according to the rules of transliteration it’s ‘Viktor’. Not ‘Victor’;
- when drawing scenes of russian character with people they’re close to, use their short name forms. Especially with lovers. (So yeah use ‘Vitya’ and ‘Yura’ it’s really nice);
- there are more forms of russian names: some are tender, some are playful, some are cute, some even are weird. If you want to know a specific form just ask someone who’s native. But common short forms work almost always;
- there’s a difference between 'nickname’ and 'short form of a name’. Russian names are very inclusive - all short forms of our name are also used as our name. Not in the official documents obviously but everywhere else. Like friends would never call each other by their full form names unless it’s a joke or 'their thing’;
- but things are different when it comes to a social hierarchy: for example a mentor can (and in most cases will) call their student by common short form of their name but student has to call their mentor by their full form and also add their 'otchestvo’ (father’s name, not the same as a second name), unless there is little or no age difference between them;
- this is more like a subjective opinion from me but being called by a full name by a close person (family/friend/lover) is somewhat mentally tiring for a russian. I mean it’s not like short form is an optional nickname that is used in specific situations by specific people. It’s a name that russian person hears for the most time. Being called by an 'official’ form all the time is quite exhausting. But maybe it’s just me;
- also this is totally off-topic but Yuri freaking out because there is another Yuuri with a name that is similar to his is so ridiculous. I mean russian names are common. Just while my school times I’ve met about 6 girls whose name was also 'Tatyana’. We didn’t shout at each other in the toilet.
Ok I think that’s it for now. Though I might have forgot something. Hm.
Somebody will probably disagree with me or will think that’s not important but I don’t care. It was worth a try.
Yeah, of course all of the above aren’t obligations but if you actually took them into consideration it would be really nice.
It’s a weight A thousand planets resting on my shoulders (I’m just not fucking strong enough, okay?) And it’s not just The pressure on my chest Or the ache between my ribs Or the way my back hunches forward Like I have something to hide (and so what if I do?)
It’s the way I haven’t felt free Since the day I turned twelve The way the circles beneath my eyes Are only getting darker Because the screaming in my head won’t let me sleep.
↳ Joe and Caspar are on opposite ends of the social spectrum - one is the school’s resident football celebrity, while the other can barely get people to notice him. But what happens when Caspar finds that he isn’t as invisible as he thinks he is?
Featuring JJ as the overly-protective best friend.
Enjolras: "You don’t just
give up. You don’t just let things happen, you make a stand! You say no! You
have the guts to do what’s right, even when everyone else just runs away!“
want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world! Arm
years of time and space and I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important.”
all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?”
chances of survival are about one in a thousand. So here’s what you do. You
forget the thousand, and you concentrate on the one.”
Bossuet: “Do what
I do. Hold tight and pretend it’s a plan!”
run when a good man goes to war.”
do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it?
You hold it tight, ‘til it burns your hands. And you say this: no one else will
ever have to live like this. No one else will ever have to feel this pain. Not
on my watch.”
like loving the stars themselves. You don’t expect a sunset to admire you
am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes, the dreamer
of improbable deams.”
way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good
things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t
always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
Eponine: “The darkest
day, the blackest hour. Chin up, shoulders back. Let’s see what we’re made of,
you and I.”
give up. Not ever. Not for one single day. Be safe, if you can be. But always
a bank. Robbin’ a whole bank. Beat that for a date.”
Gavroche: “So who’s in charge now? I need to
know who to ignore.”
I hope you let me fall in love with you. I hope you let me get to know you. I hope you let me see the shiny shell that you show to the world and the dark, scary corners of your soul and everything in-between.
I hope you tell me all your favorite things. I hope you let me tell you mine, but I think that listening to you would be more interesting. I want to know your favorite color, and your favorite memory with your parents, and what your favorite season is and why. I want to know all of that.
I want to see you at your best and at your worst. I want to see you in all your moods, both good and bad. I want to see you on your perfect days and the ones that you thought you would only see in nightmares.
And, most of all, I want to be there. I want to be there to hold your hand when you need it or want it or just want to hold it for no apparent reason. I want to be there for all of it. The good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. The discovery of new music and new places and new things and the discovery of feelings and hopelessness we never thought we would feel.
I just want to be there. I just have one more thing to say: If you let me love you, please love me back.
“i sound more and more like season 1 and 2 meredith grey every day” // an excerpt from a book that i’ll never write #30
for @bulmavegotaku. I’m still not over the awesomeoness of your entries for the
DLCB in last april and you’re the only reason I’m contemplating just doing it
this year again in hopes to get more of what you did then. (Which means I’m
shamelessly asking for sequels, in case that wasn’t blatantly obvious)
Also, I’m saying it
straight way, but this thing is heavily inspired by one of my top 3 favorite
books in the world; American Gods by Neil Gaiman. If you haven’t read the book,
I can’t really explain without giving massive spoilers. And I won’t do it,
because the book is too good. Just rest assured that you don’t have to have read
it to understand the thing. If you have read it, it’ll be pretty darn obvious
what I mean, and I’ll ask you to come to me and hold my hand as I’m afraid of
the movie adaption. It can either turn out the most beautiful thing in the
world with amazing opportunities for MCU-Crossovers or it can ruin everything.
Aside from that - prepare for open end, Helen Cho, an OC and things being a bit weird, in general.
PS: Also sorry for the
really inelegant way of incorporating the prompts. Like. I’m desperate, okay?
Length: 2.191 words
Title: from Beat The
Devil’s Tattoo by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (this song is gold! GOLD!)
War is never cheap, dear
When Darcy feels homesick, she goes shopping.
She’s had worse coping mechanisms over the years, she tells herself, as she
walks through the mall with four bags in each hand. But for the more recent
years, shopping had worked well, in all varieties.
There’d been electronic trinkets and shopping
on i-tones more recently. Vinyl discs before that. Books and incense even
earlier. And her first shopping sprees had been people. Whatever kind of social
contact people were willing to give for money – a session with a therapist,
lectures, visits to the theatre and concerts.
So all in all, a healthy coping mechanism, even
if nothing she could buy could ever elevate the feeling of homesickness.
Nothing of her home was buyable. And the concept of home altogether was a shaky
thing for her.
And she cheers herself up by reminding herself
that other people in her extended family had worse coping mechanisms. Far
worse. Shopping had nothing on World Domination, beheadings, breeding
monstrosities or ripping eyes out of their sockets. So she has every right to
pat herself on the back for this one, she thinks.
You don’t deserve forgiveness. You don’t deserve sympathy. Affection. A second chance. For all of your notorious lies, your malice and your madness, You don’t deserve to be saved Because there was nothing left to save. But he believed in you with all his heart Believed that everything was for the best That everything will be for the better, And he gave you everything you didn’t deserve.
Link: ‘Kay, cool. It’s about Zelda. Lots of people online are writing all of these super cool stories where you and Zelda get together and it used to bother me because those comics are all so good! I got jealous because I thought these comic writers didn’t like me or something.
Ganon: … what?
Link: But the more I think about it, the more I realize that Nintendo has always given me dozens of potential love interests in every game I’ve been in! What with Ruto, Malon, Ilia, Peatrice, they’ve been really generous on that front.
Ganon: No, seriously, what did you say earlier?
Link: But Zelda… she only has me and you. And that really sucks. I mean, to be honest, neither of us deserve a woman as cool as Zelda, but we’re the only options she’s ever given when you think about it. I don’t know, maybe if she liked girls she could have Impa?
Ganon: Back up just a second, damn it! There are comics out there about Whom having sex with WHOM?
Link: It’s really not fair at all. That’s why I just wanted you to know that if Zelda ever wants to bang you, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m completely okay with the Zelgan now.
Ganon: I WANT TO KILL ZELDA, NOT BED HER YOU SICK MINDED WHELP!
soo right when john reaches for his phone on the nightstand and looks at the text that’s presumably from sherlock, we get this shot of the bed in the mirror:
going with the idea that them sleeping on the wrong side of the bed means sherlock is making this up/dreaming it, could this shot mean that like, this did in fact happen, meaning the text conversation between him and sherlock…?
You can be polyamorous and still cheat. You can be polyamorous and still cheat. You can be polyamorous and still cheat. You can be polyamorous and still cheat. Y O U C A N B E P O L Y A M O R O U S A N D S T I L L C H E A T
YOU CAN BE IN A POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP AND STILL BE CHEATING
Have some random Haikyuu!! headcanons out of nowhere! i don’t even know what I’m doing anymore tbh, like, I’m literally spending my free time writing Haikyuu!! hcs when I should be writing an essay. (this anime will be the end of me)
Bokuto’s favorite movie is Alvin and the chipmunks, but he can never watch it on his own without crying, so the other members of Fukurodani have to watch it with him
When I say the rest of Fukurodani I mean Akaashi because everyone else makes up excuses on why they can’t go
Iwaizumi probably can’t drink at all, he’s a total lightweight and is definitely a clingy drunk. Oikawa doesn’t mind though, actually he thinks it’s the funniest most adorable thing ever (he also takes a lot of pictures, but Iwa-chan doesn’t need to know that)
Fukunaga is the best at throwing Halloween parties, they’re always super detailed and just overall great. No one really know it’s him who plans them tho, not even the rest of the volleyball team
Terushima likes to go ghost hunting with the rest of Johzenji even though none of them ever want to go. Imagine one day Terushima trying to convince Daishou to go on a date with him and Daishou says yes, but instead of taking him on a date Teru takes him to an abandoned house in the middle of the night
Asahi has nearly blinded himself by spraying deodorant into his eye. He thought he was for real gonna die and started crying and breaking down, until Daichi and Suga finally decided to bring him to the hospital
Kuroo likes to eat nutela straight from the jar, he’ll just dip his spoon in and take a giant glop of it. One time Yaku slapped the spoon out of his hand and what did Kuroo do? He stuck his hand in the jar is what he did (Yaku has never been more disappointed with his children)
Futakuchi once got so tired of waiting for his video to load that, in a fit of rage and frustration, he smashed the laptop on the ground then threw it out an open window. The worst part is that it wasn’t even his laptop, it was Aone’s
Yaku usually never misses school, so when he doesn’t show up for a week rumors start going around that he died, and some people actually believe it especially Lev. Everyone freaks out when he comes back the following week. (he went on some rich person vacation w/ his family and didn’t bother telling anyone)
Hanamaki once tried to convince a drunk Matsukawa to wear a dress, it worked and thus Drag Queen Matsun was born. Matsun saw the pictures the next day and instead of getting angry he’s like “damn I look good~”
Hanamaki breathes a heavy sigh of relief,and he agrees, Matsun looks amazing
Kuroo is also a drag queen and a pretty good one too. It all started when Kenma asked him to wear a dress which then escalated to Yaku doing his makeup, Kai doing his hair, and Yamamoto and Fukunaga
The captains dress up in drag and have a competition, no one wins because they all end up cheating and Oikawa sabotages Kuroo (who he had an alliance with) by pushing him off the stage durring his dance number
Natsu blinks stupidly, looking at the shelves full of
hygiene products. Female hygiene
products. Female hygiene products that he knows very little about except for what Lucy’s told him (which isn’t much, considering she gets flustered whenever she talks about it). And he’s
supposed to pick one to bring back? How the hell is he supposed to do that? He doesn’t know anything about periods other than girls have them and they suck really bad.
He winces. From what he’s heard, periods seem to be one of the most unpleasant things ever. Apparently, they hurt and all of these weird things start happening and it’s a monthly thing. Guys seem to think that Girls go crazy and start acting really angry, but he doesn’t think any of the girls at the Guild act any different.
Well, Erza’s always kind of scary, so there’s not much to change there. And Evergreen is always kind of grumpy, and Juvia has always been a bit crazy, so maybe he’s just never noticed.
Lucy doesn’t act any different when it’s that time of the month. She’s just really tired and has a little less patience with him than she normally does, but he can’t hold that against her. He’d probably be snippy too, if he was bleeding for a week every month.
But back to his predicament. There are just so
many brands and none of this is making sense to him. Well, obviously some of it
is making sense to him. He knows what it’s for and all that, it’s just…
What one does he get? They all look the same to him and–oh,
wait, that one has a higher level of absorbency and–why is he here?
remembers. Lucy is why. Because Lucy is at home and bleeding and hurting, and
if he can make the week just a little bit more bearable for her by doing this,
then this is what he’s going to do. He’s going to buy these lady products and
then go back home to his lady and everything is going to be fine. Hopefully.
But first he has to figure out which one to get–“regular” or “super”? What’s
the difference? He doesn’t know–there are so many brands and–and–and he just
doesn’t know what to do!
He briefly thinks about calling Lucy and asking her what he
should get, but then he remembers that she was napping when he left. He doesn’t
have the heart to wake her up for something silly like this. He’ll just have to
make an educated guess and hope for the best.
But what if he gets
the wrong one?
A low, distressed sound leaves the back of his throat, his
brows knitting in confusion. Why does this have to be so hard? He should have
paid more attention to her earlier when she was telling him what to get, but it
isn’t his fault he was so distracted! For him, it’s really hard to focus when
she smells a bit like blood and he can see her wince every couple of minutes.
So, sue him for being concerned for his girlfriend! He just doesn’t like seeing
her hurt, and what’s even worse is that he can’t do anything to stop this.
Other people he can beat up. Period cramps, not so much.
He wants to say that this is unfair, but he’s not the one
with vicious cramps lying at home and trying not to die–okay, so maybe he’s
exaggerating a little bit, but Lucy bleeds every month and she puts up with his
shit, so she has every right to complain and not do anything–besides, he can
totally figure this thing out.
He spends another five minutes looking at the shelves.
Growing frustrated, Natsu curses loudly, ignoring the gasps
from the ladies standing in the same aisle. Then, before he can change his
mind, scoops up no less than twelve boxes of different products.
A least one of them has to be the right one, he’s absolutely
sure of it.
He stumbles to the checkout, balancing the boxes in his
arms, nearly dropping them several times. He curses under his breath as another
box starts to slip, and practically throws them at the checkout guy, who gives
him an odd look.
There are no words to describe how incredibly awkward he feels right about now. Because the checkout guy keeps looking at the boxes and then to him, and Natsu can only guess what’s running through his head right about now. And that thought irritates him.
Natsu stares right back at him, crossing his arms over his chest when
the guy starts to snicker. He can practically feel the heat rolling off him, and apparently the other guy can feel it too, judging by the way his eyes widen and how he shifts uncomfortably. Natsu smirks when the guy looks away quickly, coughing
Good. There’s nothing funny about him buying tampons for his
He continues to stare down the checkout guy, glaring
whenever the guy dares to give him a look. Finally, he scoops up his bags and leaves
the store without looking back.
Lucy’s still asleep when he get’s back.
He smiles absentmindedly and sets the bags on the table
before crossing the room to stand over her.
His smile slips away almost instantly. Although asleep, she
certainly doesn’t look comfortable. Lucy’s face is twisted into a light
grimace, her arms crossed tightly over her stomach as she lies in a ball,
doubled over herself.
Natsu leans down, lips pressing against her hair gently
before he slips into the bed beside Lucy, careful not to jostle her. He
carefully removes her arms from around her stomach, replacing them with his
quickly. His hands slip under her shirt, trailing across her cooler skin, and
she sighs, body relaxing against his as he moves flush against her.
A low groan leaves her throat as his warm hands press flat
against her belly, and she curls closer to him, her back pressed against his
“Natsu?” she murmurs, shifting in his arms. He freezes, not
having meant to wake her up. She glances over her shoulder at him, eyes bleary
with sleep. “Did you get it?” she asks tiredly, wincing at the light spilling
into her eyes.
He laughs under his breath and then kisses her quickly. “Yeah,”
he says. “I got it. And I felt just as awkward as you said I would.”
She smiles and drops her head back down, threading her
fingers between his and giving them a squeeze.
He tosses a leg over both of hers, situating himself so that
he’s practically covering her like a blanket. His hands continue to press
against her stomach and she sighs again as the heat of his hands soothes the
ache in her abdomen. Lucy’s eyes drift shut once again, and her breathing evens
out after several minutes.
Natsu presses her closer to him once he’s sure she’s asleep,
resting his head in between her shoulders. “I love you,” he tells her.
I was gonna write something and send it to Louise but this is not her fault and she said she was gonna stop discussing it so I’m just posting it here.
The problem with Molly Hooper is that she’s a character who was written exclusively to show that Sherlock had no interest in women and/or couldn’t see when women were interested in him. We saw that in the first episode but they decided to keep Molly in the show for a reason, right? Well, apparently not.
All we know about Molly is that she’s in love with a guy who’s been ignoring her for the past 5 years. That’s literally all they tell us about this character, even after 4 seasons. That’s obviously self-destructive because she knows that she can’t have him and
therefore she should try to move on. You really can’t help who you love and that’s okay, we’ve all been there, but you have to put yourself first. And Molly’s never allowed to do that.
She’s constantly used by Sherlock to get what he wants and even though in the end their relationship does change (they become friends and he actually cares about her) she never lets herself truly move on because she’s always there when she needs him. She cares about him more than she cares about herself and that’s definitely not good.
The ‘I love you’ scene was super fucked up because she’s forced to admit her feelings for him even though she knows he doesn’t love her back and it breaks her because, I think, she sees how pathetic she is. The next time we see her is at the final montage when she shows up at Baker Street smiling. According to Moffat we’re expected to believe that she gets a drink, sleeps with someone and gets over it. And she keeps being Sherlock’s friend I guess? How is anyone okay with this?
They had 4 seasons to give Molly her own storyline that would have made sense (a lesbian dealing with compulsory heterosexuality would have been brilliant) but they wasted them on making her have feelings for Sherlock for 5 years and never move on. That’s not unconditional love. It’s not beautiful, it’s unhealthy.
Her character was just there for the sake of the male characters, just like every other female character in the show. Irene, a lesbian whose sexuality is constantly erased and ends up being saved by Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson, the landlady who keeps acting like a mother to John and Sherlock because apparently they can’t even make their own tea. Mary/Rosamund, a retired assassin who does whatever she can to have a normal life with a guy who barely even cares about her and cheats on her and then she dies. And let’s not even talk about Euros/Eurus because that whole thing was a mess.
We thought we were watching a show about how Sherlock Holmes was becoming a good man thanks to the people he met and the friends he made. That still wouldn’t have excused them for treating their female characters like shit, but at least it would have had a point. In the end we’re told that Sherlock’s the way he is because of a secret sister who killed his best friend/dog when they were kids. Right. But we’re also told that who he really is doesn’t actually matter. So, really… what was the point?
Steven Moffat is a misogynist who can’t write female characters and he needs to be called out. There really was a lot of potential there and it all went to waste. Molly Hooper and every female character in this show deserved better.
You and I should crash
Into each other
And if we’re lucky
Not even the world will survive
I’ll spell your name
With blood dripping from bruised knuckles
You can spell my name
With oil dripping from wrecked cars
You almost bled to death
I was always meant to burn
Let’s meet in the middle
And fuck the world
So, I made a side blog for all my stories. It’s called Shadow Writing and I’ll be posting my stories there. It should be easier for people to navigate and look for the stories, especially if they’re mostly just interested in them and not into following me.
@minchen0897 Will be joining me on the blog, but she doesn’t really work on the same stories I do. She covers DC and the Batfamily from what I know, and is a big fan of One Piece. She’s newer to this than me, so she’ll be more… slow in her stuff. I’ll mostly remain the same, but it’ll probably a bit shaky at first since I’m new to this kinda stuff myself.
If anyone fancies, they can check my main blog and see what I post here, and even ask for requests if they want. Just know they will be posted on the other one. I suggest that, those who follow me because of the Dark Turtles AU to go follow that one as well. Everything I have written up to now will remain here, so you can always come back.
Err, I’m not sure what else to add? If you got any questions, feel free to ask?
Just a reminder everybody that whatever you’ve done….it’s not nothin’
If you survived: that’s not nothing If you learned something: that’s not nothing If you healed: that’s not nothing If you moved forward one step: that’s not nothing If you protected someone else: that’s not nothing If you found a new piece of who you are: that’s not nothing If you fought: that’s not nothing
Even if you lost.
Whatever you’ve done up to this point….it’s not nothin’. Build on that.
“What do you define art as?” Lucas wonders aloud.
“Entering another universe is how I’d describe it. You find yourself in someone else’s vulnerability, and that’s kinda insane, y’know?” Maya tells him. “It’s knowing a secret someone wasn’t even aware of holding. What about you?”
It’s her, but he knows how she feels about clichés, so he bites his tongue and shrugs instead.
a fraction of my slow burn diner au i’m in the process of finishing
A small scene from something I’ve been working on very slowly (which won’t be fully developed until I’m done with TWYMMF)- another story with AU feel where Aurelie is Evelyn’s handmaiden as the two travel to Denerim to meet Evelyn’s potential betrothed, King Alistair. There, Cullen is the leader of the armies and its basically just my way of being able to write chivalrous scenes like a tourney. Romance definitely ensues for more than one couple <3
Aurelie paced outside of the large canopy tent as she waited for the many warriors and tourney participants to exit. She knew meeting Cullen in secret like this wasn’t the most appropriate thing to do, especially considering the rumors that were starting to circulate about them. She glanced down at the small embroidered handkerchief that she had worked on since the announcement of the tournament a few weeks ago. For such a small scrap of fabric she had spent hours on the lace details and the intricate stitching—truly it was one of her best works yet.
Suddenly there was a slight uproar as men and women dressed in armor started to spill from the tent and Aurelie stepped back and out of the way though she continued to watch for the familiar armor and golden hair. When Cullen did not emerge she waited a few long moments before stepping closer to the small opening.
“Cu—Commander?” She corrected herself in case anybody else was listening or watching. Before she heard any type of response she poked her head inside, smiling softly when she saw Cullen standing by himself, making final adjustments to his elaborate armor. He turned his head to her as she fully entered and she felt her face heat up at the way he instantly stood at attention for her, eyes and expression lighting up.
Aurelie smiled at the way he corrected himself, one arm holding his lion’s helm while the other silently beckoned her to come closer. She approached, hiding the fabric in her hands behind her back. Cullen continued to watch her, lips turning up into a smile as his eyes raked over her appearance. She felt ridiculous in one of Evelyn’s fancier dresses but the way he stared at her made her feel beautiful.
“To what do I owe such a visit?” Cullen asked. Aurelie chewed on her lip nervously, heart racing at their close proximity and the risk she was taking by meeting him in private.
“I wanted to bring you something. A favor.” She explained and when Cullen raised a curious eyebrow she finally brought her hands from behind her back, revealing the handkerchief. He looked down at it in silence, seemingly confused. “I—I know it’s ridiculous.”
“A favor?” His voice lowered and before Aurelie could tuck the fabric away in embarrassment, Cullen rested a few fingers over it in her palm. His smile went lopsided the more he looked at it and Aurelie couldn’t help but softly laugh as she nodded.
“For luck.” She continued. “Have you never received a favor before?”
Cullen shook his head and Aurelie felt her heart skip a little in excitement. She could feel herself blushing as his eyes flicked back up to hers. When he looked at her expectantly she glanced down at his breastplate before raising her hands to tuck the kerchief around a leather strap. Cullen moved his free arm around her, resting his gloved hand against the exposed expanse of skin her dress revealed. She didn’t mind the close proximity, and when she was finished attaching the fabric to his armor she could feel his eyes watching her carefully. Aurelie lifted her gaze to meet his and she instinctively closed her eyes when his head dipped down, lips ghosting over hers.
“May I?” He whispered and she nearly laughed at his absurd manners. Aurelie nodded before sighing through her nose as their lips finally met. It was chaste and soft and over before she wanted it to be, but left Aurelie smiling as he parted.
“Thank you.” Cullen spoke, the two hesitating before finally parting from one another. “You should return to Lady Cousland before anybody…”
He trailed and Aurelie nodded, frowning slightly. Cullen briefly reached back towards her, fingers tracing over her fingers as he cupped her hand. Slowly he raised her hand to his lips, brushing another gentle kiss to her knuckles.