no one will judge you if you cry

anonymous asked:

Hey uh.. not to bother you by any means.. but can I get a link to those tips for drawing people crying you did once?? I looked through all the tags and couldn't find it myself, sorry..

Oh, it’s no bother! 

But honestly, I’m not actually too happy with those anymore. They’re pretty old. I still sort of hold the same value when I draw them, but here’s some more updated tips, if that’s alright. 

One of the biggest complaints I got with those tips was that just a single tear is good enough. Well yes and no. Tears are just a helpful tool, and of course not everyone cries the same, so yes, a single tear can be just as impactful, as long as your emotion and context carries the message. 

On the opposite end of the spectrum, there’s heavy crying. And this can take many forms. Again, the face has to carry the intensity of the emotion; the tears are just there to emphasize it. More intensity, (for some people) does tend to include more liquids and leaking. 

And of course none of it has to be perfect or even. As I love to touch on, crying is messy and ugly. It brings out the most strained emotions. So none of it has to be symmetrical to get the point across- if anything, it gives it more movement. 

I of course draw in a more cartoony fashion, so if you did want to go on the more realistic end of the spectrum, you can focus on the actual physics of tears and how act and react on the face. More realistically, they come from the inner eye, and are much smaller. They tend to fall in wayward paths, slowly, but  sperraticly, and in droplets or thin streams. You can also add streak marks and flush up the face, depending on the subject. 

I’m glad you liked my old tips, and I hope these new ones help! 

Food network gothic

You’re watching a show on the foodnetwork. Giada is showing you how to make a recipe. Her whole instructional turns into italian, and you understand her. You’ve been following along the whole time, but you just don’t know what the recipe is and you forgot what protein you put in. You dont worry and keep adding ingredients. It feels like it’s been hours before it ends. The judges deliberate. You swear you’ve watched this episode before… was this even a competition show when you started watching? It doesn’t matter. Its midnight and you’ve unconsciously made 5 different dishes. Geoffrey zakarian is eating one. They’re all 5 star. Scott Conant bursts into your home, crying. When you look in the mirror, your reflection has been replaced with bobby flay.

  • Heavydirtysoul: "this is not rap" ARE YOU SURE TYLER?! ARE YOU REALLY SURE?! + street poetry lyrics I'm crying
  • Stressed out: insecurity + anti-capitalist vibes
  • Ride: reggae-techno-emo-rap
  • Fairly local: that one high note. You know what I'm talking about.
  • Tear in my heart: the cutesy love song we all need TBH
  • Lane boy: remember when you thought the ode to sleep rap was hard? AHAHAHAHAHA
  • The judge: weird ass noise in the beginning + ukulele + freeeeEEEEEEEE
  • Doubt: k but the beginning part sound like cats meowing really fast
  • Polarize: low key makes it feel like you're in a rap video
  • We don't believe what on tv: JOSHHHHHHHHH + YEYEYE
  • Message man: chill af + dat bassline tho
  • Hometown: supercool alt-rock vibes
  • Not today: "this ones a contradiction because of how happy it sounds" LIKE ALL YOUR FUCKIN MUSIC?!?! THIS IS WHY IM SO EMOTIONALLY CONFUSED
  • Goner: I'm crying AGAIN + the tiNY BEAN IS SCREAMING AGAIN

this is so cuteee @zanzaalk
i will be doing hip hop unit for this one :) maybe later i’ll do a carry on and finish all three units!

S. Coups

  • he would want to propose to you, right there and then. we all know he wants children (like 4, yikes seungcheol do u understand how hard it is to give birth to one childdldldldld (but i mean if you wanna have 4 kids sure i dont judge))
  • he would come and watch you volunteer and play after practice and then drop you off at home afterwards
  • “you amaze me endlessly”

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots


  • would sit in for the whole thing but very lowkey and kind of creepily because like he’d sit in the dark corner (rip) but he’d be smiling warmly and so it’s okay
  • he tries to come in and read to the kids but one time he made them cry doing a wolf impersonation so he’s technically not allowed to b there (why he sits creepily in the shadows tbh)
  • “we should do this together next time”

Originally posted by mc-gyu


  • WOULD BE A CHILD u have one more child to look after whenever he is there because you can bet your shitass he skips practice sneakily to get there
  • he really likes to play with kids and the kids like him a lot and everyone is just happy for once hhhhhhh
  • “we should, i don’t know, if you want to, maybe … have kids one day?”

Originally posted by 7teans


  • he probably tries to teach kids memes and now they won’t stop drawing pepe and they say tag yourself unironically
  • it makes his heart melt whenever he thinks about you volunteering with kids even though kids make him really nervous because he sometimes makes them cry and he just thinks IS THIS ME AS A DAD
  • “you’re one dynamite gal” u slapped him when he told u this after one session

Originally posted by sneezes

mod kimchi

What No One Tells You About LDR's

No one tells you how your friends and family will judge you.
How many won’t even accept it as a true relationship.
No one tells you how crying becomes a daily thing.
How hard the nights can get.
No one tells you about when you’re craving the simple things like a hug or kiss and you just can’t have that.
No one tells you about the dreams that seem so life like and real that when you wake up you start crying and pray to just go back to sleep so you’re with them again.
You never expect to get attached to a phone or laptop because that’s your connection to your S/O.
No one tells you how hard the time apart will be.
But you need to know those things.
You also need to know how amazing that first time meeting is and how you feel when you hold them.
How everything stops feeling like just a dream after that.
How the time you get with them feels like the world is finally on your side.
You need to be told about the hard times and the good.
You will fight, you will cry, you will be tested more than most relationships.
But I swear to you she/he is worth it.

So wait a minute what the fuck is this shit. I don’t know how many photos I will post and tell my opinion on the whole thing. But it gets out of hand. This is ridiculous. How can people say that. I’m so disappointed I never felt so bad. We’re supposed to be a family. Have each other’s backs. We’re a fandom that accepts one another for what we are no matter what, we don’t judge people. We are one of damn family. Then how can we hate on a person that just tells his opinion because he thinks that he can be fucking honest to his “fans” he doesn’t deserve this and now people start to hate on jared ? You can ship your fucking ship as long as you want nobody cares just accept that everybody has different opinions and stop fucking crying and annoying jensen with all your destiel question. Y'all know he doesn’t like that so that’s your own fault if you keep asking him those questions. If you want to hate then just leave this fandom cause we do not want to have these type of people in it. Bye

My youngest brother, I’m not close with him. So when I see the look on his face, how he looked at me, he was like, ‘Who’s this stranger trying to hold me?’ And I’m just like 'aw’ and I’m so sad because I’m gone so much and it sucks that one of your own siblings don’t recognize you.
—  Dinah Jane (if this didn’t make you cry I’m judging you)

“Dean! Your left!” You shouted at your comrade just in the nick of time before his neck got torn away by two vampires. You yourself were busy with one as you punched him square in the jaw making him stumble back, giving you the chance to chop his head off with more delight than you should’ve felt.

Hearing an angry battle cry and a growl, you looked towards your back to see a woman with hair as black as tar and blue eyes filled with fury glaring at you and baring her sharp fangs threateningly at you.

Judging by the rage contorted on her features, she was surely the mate of the vampire you had just decapitated. “Come at me you bitch” you challengingly smirked making her vein pop with anger as she wasted no time in coming towards you at full speed.

Taking advantage of her emotional state which prevented her from thinking straight, you easily got the upper hand and soon enough, her head was rolling on the floor with crimson staining your body in more visible spots including grime and filth which made you feel disgusted.

Looking over at Dean you saw him panting lightly leaning against the wall, holding fast to his machete, with his gorgeous emerald eyes being closed.

“Come on Dean, let’s go back” you pulled him as his tired eyes steadily gazed at you.

“you’re not hurt are you?” said his rough protective voice as his eyes silently looked over your body searching for injuries.

“No, I’m not are you?” you chuckled at how he always managed to put you above himself, asking if you felt alright after a hunt or not. He shook his head and straightened up. “Well then, let’s get out of this hellhole” he grumbled, completely exhausted.

This is your night.

This is your time
This is your run
This is your stadium
It’s your turn to MAKE AN IMPACT!
Make the judges cheer for you
Make he audience cry
Play with EMOTION.
I love all of you. I’m so proud of everyone, I’m so amazed at the work everyone has done
You have this
Kick some butt tonight guys, make this a final run to remember.

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Reader-The Truth

This was requested by @insanedaughterofjoker.  I believe I have seen this request on another page and decided to change it a bit.  Hope ya like it!

You sat on top of one of the many tall buildings in Gotham.  Its crime infested streets looked so minuscule at this altitude, but we all know no matter how much you distance yourself the danger is still there.  It was an unusually quiet night in Gotham and it gave you a chance to finally think about your relationship with the one and only Bruce Wayne.  He was a stud for sure, but the rumors were getting to you, and his actions weren’t helping.  You didn’t want to believe he was cheating, but wasn’t it possible?  You never judged people by the news reports about them, but you did by their actions.  He had a lot of ‘family emergencies’ and ‘company meetings,’ but you knew better.

“Somebody help me!”

You immediately turned your head to the east and ran towards the cry for help, jumping from building to building.  There was a young girl holding an unconscious boy with crimson blood flowing down his forehead.  A shadowy figure clutched a knife and hovered over the two.  You quietly made your way down the building and behind the clueless crook.  

“Give me all ya got, or else- OOOOFF!”

You cut him off by kicking his back and forcing him onto the ground.  One solid punch to the face knocked him out of consciousness.  You looked over to the shaking figure of the girl, who looked about fifteen or sixteen, and walked over to her slowly.  When she saw you approaching she clutched onto the boy and attempted to move away from you.  

You held your hands up and said, “I’m just checking on him.”

You pulled your helmet off and placed it lightly on the ground.  Your masked face, covered by a domino mask, seemed to calm the girl down.  You crouched down and checked the kid’s pulse.  

“He’ll be fine.  He might have a bad headache when he wakes up,” you said and stood up.

You walked over to your mask and picked it up.  You placed it over your head and locked it in place.  You grabbed the comatose criminal and zip tied him to one of the giant garbage containers.  Once you made sure he wouldn’t be able to break out, you looked back at the girl one more time and grappled to the roof of another building.  You notified the police and made sure they picked up the couple.  You once again sat at the edge of a building and waited for another desperate cry for help.

“Hiya Batsy,” you said with your voice changing device.

You turned your head to find the Batman standing in the shadows, dark and brooding as ever.  His normal emotionless face watched you as you stood up and stretched.

“It’s good to see ya, Spooky, but I’m a little busy working out my problems with violence,” you said while chuckling.

His mouth shifted into a scowl, “You know that’s not what you’re supposed to do with this job, (Y/S/N).”

“Have you ever heard of sarcasm?” you questioned, “Are you really scolding me for clearing off the streets?  That’s a tad bit hypocritical.”

“You know what I mean, (Y/N).”

You froze and diverted all of your attention to him, “You were there when I saved those kids, weren’t you?  Congratulations, detective, you have figured out the great (Y/S/N)’s secret identity.  Now what do you want?”

“The truth.”

“I don’t understand,” you said with confusion laced in your tone.

He walked over to you and slowly removed your helmet.  You had no idea what was going on, but he already knew your identity, so why would he want to remove it.  Before you could ask him what he was doing his lips met yours.  You were shocked at first, but melted into the heated kiss.  When he released your lips from his he said something only one person would know.

“I guess this is the feisty side of yourself you were referring to.”

“You’re an ass.“

“Morgan, you’re allowed to be upset.

*sniff* *sob* “A-Are you-”

“Cry all you want, I’m not judging you for it, pup.”

“I-I was told… emotions are bad for dragons. This blue dragon, told me how to be a proper one, I ju-just want to do us proud b-but. I c-can’t… I d-don’t want to be mean, I don’t want to h-hurt others, w-why would I? I feel sick trying to, I c-can’t, it’s- it’s sick.”


“H-How do you do it. I want to be a PROUD dragon l-like you Ragnorall, b-but how can I if I feel sick while doing it… I c-can’t do this, w-what do I do Ragnorall?”

“… Morgan… I… I think…” *sigh*

“I’m lucky?”

“Being a dragon… is not the same as it once meant. I’ve seen enough of the dragons of this age to know that they’re different to what me and my brethren were like centuries ago. Even, I have to admit that but it’s not like 1000 years of burning villages is a habit I could kick in a second. So… you get to grow up in this new world we’re stuck in.”


“Dragons never cry. At least, that’s how it used to be. But you know what I say to that? BAH!!! We can cry all we want to, and no one can tell us otherwise, I don’t care what the rest of them think of me.”


“I would love to see you fly around, burning villages, mashing peasants to a pulp. That’s what I would like to see, but… I care… about you. About all dragons, and… well… hmmm…


“Morgan. I want to see you be the dragon YOU WANT to be, not what our history, or legacy demands you be.”

“Would you want that? What about our legacy?”

“History doesn’t matter if you’re not happy with it. The fact that you’re here, and dragons are still around nowadays, (even though they’re not exactly what i’d LIKE them to be) is enough for me. So, just be you, understand?”



“I-I-I don’t…”

“Ok, how about we just leave it there for pup. I understand it might be a bit much to take in right now. How about I take you back to our home and you can take a nap for a bit.”

“All right…Ragnorall?”



Has anyone already done an Overwatch Pacific Rim au? cause if not… Morrison being the only one able to drift with Reyes and not come out broken down and crying… And Hanzo being against drifting with anyone but his brother but then drifts with Jesse and expects him to think he’s an awful person after and hate him but instead McCree is like “we all have our shit. Did you see the shit I did? I’m in no place to judge you.” like that kinda thing and and and

D.VA and Lucio being bff drift buddies and Genji still being drift compatible with his brother but Hanzo refuses to try it because he couldn’t stand it if he had to see himself killing his brother from Genji’s perspective.

And Gabe being prickly and impersonable and seems like he hates everyone but will lose his shit if Jack gets hurt and tbh he dads at Jesse and Dva in his own way, and like 90% of the time his arguments with Jack have to get resolved by seeing each others side through drifting, even if they don’t actually do anything or go anywhere, just cause he’s so bad at talking through things.

It’s been forever since I’ve watched the movie tho so there’s probably more potential here that I’m overlooking.

Missing (Saeyoung x MC fic) - Part 8

A/N: This is a short one~ I have to go to work today so please wait for the next update! ^^ thanks for reading this far!


You were awakened by soft knocks on your door.  Rubbing sleep away from your eyes, you briefly glanced at the wall clock, and it read 6:29 AM.  Judging from the salt stains on your face, you must have fallen asleep while crying last night.

The knocks came again, and you hurriedly sat up and tied your hair in an attempt to look presentable somehow.

“Come in!” you called out.

The door opened, and you were surprised to see your boss, Mr. Park, in the doorway, his hands in his coat pockets.  Once you made eye contact he gives you a small smile.  “Hi MC,” he greets, stepping inside the room and gently closing the door behind him. “Oh!  Mr. Park, you shouldn’t have bothered!” you tried to get out of bed, but he lifted a hand to stop you.  

“I just wanted to see how you are doing,” Mr. Park sat on the chair beside the hospital bed.  “I was surprised that you did not show up for work yesterday.  That was unlike you,” he then gave you a small smile again, which you returned in embarrassment.

“I’m really sorry, sir,” you implored, “I was….a lot has happened, and I also lost my phone,” you stammered, and Mr. Park chuckled lightly.  “No need to apologize.  I’d like to talk more about what happened, if you don’t mind…I need to explain this to HR, you see…”

“O-of course! I mean, no, I don’t mind,” you reply, feeling slightly embarrassed that your boss had to personally visit you.  Truth be told, you completely forgot to inform the office of your situation because of everything that happened.  You made a mental note to give him a small gift later for the inconvenience.

Mr. Park sighed in relief. “Thank you.  But you seem pale, MC.  I think a little morning sunshine would do you good, don’t you agree?”

You gave it some thought. That is true, you mused, I have not stepped out of the hospital room since yesterday.  You gave him a smile.  Why not.  I’ll just be going to the gardens for a stroll. “You’re right…I may just need a little bit of sunshine.  All right, could you kindly wait outside so I can change into something warmer?”

“Sure.  I’ll be waiting.” Mr. Park gave a slight nod and turned to exit the room.

As soon as the door closed, Mr. Park dipped his right hand inside his coat pocket, taking out his phone. Tapping the call out button, the phone rings at the other end.

“What? I’m busy,” A slightly annoyed voice came out from the phone, and Mr. Park’s eyes glinted maliciously, a grin forming at one corner of his mouth.

“I found her.”


Jumin had never thought that Rachmaninoff would become one of his greatest annoyances.

Grumbling to himself, he reluctantly stretched out his arm from the warmth of his blankets to reach out for his ringing phone without opening his eyes.  After a few failed attempts, his hand finally finds the phone and he opens his eyes slightly to see Jaehee’s face on the caller ID.

Tapping the “accept” button, he closed his eyes again and held the phone to his ear.  “What is it?” his voice came out throaty and hoarse; he cleared his throat quickly and continued, “Is there a problem?”

“Mr. Han, MC is missing.”

“What?!” Jumin abruptly sat up on his bed, holding the phone to his ear.

“I checked with the receptionist.  She went out to the gardens an hour ago,” Jaehee sighed at the other end of the line. “And the last visitor was Saeran at 11 last night.  I’m inclined to think Saeran took her with him, but I’ve been trying to contact him and he’s not picking up.”

Jumin pushed his fingers against the bridge of his nose, feeling an oncoming migraine.  He glances slightly at the bedside clock, which read 7:25. 

“Shall I call the police?” Jaehee paced inside the room, her stomach tied in knots with worry.

“No, not yet,” Jumin removes his blanket and tosses it aside, and then turns to sit at the edge of the bed. “It’s only been an hour.  Try searching for her within the facility; she may just have been tired being inside the room all the time.”

Jaehee sighs.  “You’re right. Okay, I’ll keep trying to contact Saeran and look for her.”

“Thank you, Assistant Kang. Keep me informed.”

“Of course, Mr. Han.”



A/N: Hi again guys! ^^ thank you for making it this far.  I still have so many scenes in my mind; if only I can put them to words a lot faster T__T

This is a short one, but I’m already halfway (I think?) through on the next chapter!  :)

Also: my stupid brain keeps imagining a sleepy Jumin //help T_T

Final note: I would like to send my heartfelt thanks to the people who sent their wonderful asks and messages/notes.  Thank you so very much!  You give me more confidence to continue writing and making art.  That means so much to me! ^///^

Part 7 is here!

Part 9 is up!

Drunk Dialing

Originally posted by leonsringtrick

Matt Murdock x Reader

Drunk Dialing

Prompt: Hi! IF you’re taking requests, I’d like to make one: YN is dating Matt and Karen is dating Foggy, they decide to call their S/O. Y/n starts to drunk cry and it’s just too funny on the next day. (Foggy recorded Karen’s audio)

Warnings: Alcohol, drunkenness, swearing.

You came to the next morning with a pounding headache, a sour stomach, and a bad taste in your mouth. You didn’t, however, have any recollection of what had happened the night before. Though, judging by your pajamas and the fact that you had been tucked into bed, you guessed Matt had something to do with it.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, and you picked it up, holding it to your ear and wincing at the loud noise. It was Karen. Suddenly you remembered. Girls Night, getting hammered drunk at the bar, the terrible karaoke, the…phone calls. Shit.

“(Y/N), get to Matt’s phone right now and delete the messages. Foggy sent him the recordings.” Karen said. “Hurry.”

“Okay,” you replied, reaching over to take Matt’s phone from the opposite nightstand, but his hand stopped you, grabbing the phone before you could.

“Not so fast,” he smiled, teasingly. He had gotten the messages the night before while he was out with Foggy, but he wanted to tease you now that he had the chance. “You even remember any of this? You were so drunk I had to put you to bed.”

“It’s a bit foggy, but I have a feeling I don’t want to remember.” Your cheeks burned red, memories trickling back slowly. Matt pressed play.

Foggyyy are you with Mattt?” You slurred. “I can’t- he won’t pick up. Tell him I love him, okay? I love him a whole lot and I just really need a pickle. No. Shit. Don’t tell him about the pickle. It’s a secret pickle. Karen said it has to be a secret pickle. Okay goodnight.”

“Oh my God…” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Ohhh, delete that please.”

“I think it became my new ringtone,” Matt teased with a grin.

“Don’t you dare!”

I love the priest in my parish, she started her sermon talking about how racism is against God’s will and she then moved on to discussing gay marriage and I was ready for something horrible but no, she just basically said “the only one with the authority to judge anyone is God, and if you pass judgement on a man who marries a man, or a woman who marries a woman, you’re the one committing a sin by pretending to have the authority of God at your fingertips; love between two willing adults can never be a sin, love is in itself God’s greatest gift to us and to deny ourselves or someone else the joy and comfort of love is a heinous crime.” and I’m low key crying rn i want her to be the one marrying me and whoever I end up marrying

MBTI types as idioms


A penny for your thoughts:  A way of asking what someone is thinking.


Actions speak louder than words:  People’s intentions can be judged better by what they do than what they say. 

Burn the midnight oil: To work late into the night, alluding to the time before electric lighting.


Cry over spilt milk: Cry over spilt milk


Curiosity killed the cat: Being Inquisitive can lead you into an unpleasant situation.


Don’t count your chickens before the eggs have hatched:  This idiom is used to express “Don’t make plans for something that might not happen”.


Drastic times call for drastic measures: When you are extremely desperate you need to take drastic actions.


Kill two birds with one stone: This idiom means, to accomplish two different things at the same time.


Put wool over other people’s eyes: This means to deceive someone into thinking well of them.

Take with a grain of salt: This means not to take what someone says too seriously.


Bite off more than you can chew: To take on a task that is way to big.


Blessing in disguise: Something good that isn’t recognized at first.


Cut the mustard: To come up to expectations; adequate enough to compete or participate.


In the heat of the moment: Overwhelmed by what is happening in the moment.


Let sleeping dogs lie: Meaning - do not disturb a situation as it is - since it would result in trouble or complications.  


Make a long story short: Come to the point - leave out details 

anonymous asked:

Sethkate 50-52-54-56 ...just seemed like these would fit together for a beautiful moment for them post s3.. Kudos on ones you've been posting :P

Okay this was a multi-prompt post and it kinda ran away from me. I really hope you guys like it. Anon- thank you for your words and the suggestion. I got major feels on this one.

50. The empty space that can’t be breached between you in bed; 52. Exhausted numbness after crying; 54. The moment when reality starts to make sense again; 56. Someone accepting the bad parts of you without judging

He’s been watching her for hours and he honestly should be sleeping, because he’s tired to the bone. The ache’s deep, the adrenaline’s worn off and all he’s left with is the exhaustion ‘cause he’s been running since the prison with barely a lick of sleep and his body is screaming for rest, but he keeps starting at the four feet of space between him and the girl in his clothes. Her back is too him, body posture stiff, but the crying has finally stopped. Her sobs had filled the room for a measure a time that he doesn’t want to think about, but now there is only silence. He wants to reach for her, but the last time that he attempted to touch her she screamed out in agony, like the skin to skin contact had caused her pain, maybe it had. It’s only four feet, but the distance feels impassable.

She can feel the air moving in and out of her nose, passages so dry that the exchange of breath stings all the way to her eye sockets. Her eyes burn, the salt from her earlier shed tears make her eyelids stick together. It’s uncomfortable to open her eyes, but she doesn’t want them to close for too long, it’s a horror show when they stay closed. Her heart hurts; both emotionally, because she does remember every atrocity that was committed with her body, and physically, because until just a few moments ago it felt like it was beating too hard to continue. Now her body feels as heavy as lead, which is frustrating because her mind isn’t being pushed down and she feels like she should move her body, reclaim it somehow. She’s tired to the bone and honestly she should be sleeping but she feels him watching her.

She rolls over and it’s oddly comforting that he is actually watching her. She keeps the empty space between them, not sure if she wants to be any closer. She knows logically that it’s only been months since they shared a bed in Mexico, but it feels like years have passed and the distance seems impassable. Part of her wants to reach out to him, feel his heated skin beneath her palms, but part of her is irrationally afraid if their skin touches it’ll hurt him. She wants to believe that it’s finally over, that this isn’t another nightmare being projected to keep her conscious under control, but it’s so hard. He shifts on the bed, no closer to her, but they are parallel on the bed facing each other now. Her hand is shaking as she extends her arm towards him, and while he doesn’t move, his eyes close momentarily as her fingers trace the bite scars that hide beneath the tattoo on his neck. She sighs audibly when his face doesn’t contort in pain and his dark eyes open, looking at her with a gentleness that she remembers from a long forgotten night under a neon ‘vacante’ sign.

He is as still as he can be, but when her hand retracts he takes a risk and moves closer to her on the bed. Three feet in-between them now; his eyes ask her if this this is alright and she moves closer, assuring him that it is. There is only a foot between them and it should stay that way. He hurt her. He hurt her over and over and over. He stole her away from her good life, got her family killed, dragged her into hell, leeched off of her good nature, and abandoned her on the side of the road. He put her on a path that caused her death and all the pain that she went through was his fault. He closes his eyes because he can’t look at her; he doesn’t deserve to look at her. He grinds his teeth together and breathes in deep the scent of his soap on her skin; he should have gotten the honey-almond stuff she liked so much. Why hadn’t he planned ahead? 

If he’s honest, he never really believed that he could save her and he hadn’t, she saved herself, saved all of them. He’s a thief; brother of a blood-sucker and he isn’t a hero. He doesn’t…

Her hands are on him, as she draws them together. His arms tighten around her reflexively as he buries his nose in her hair. He doesn’t deserve… 

Her lips burn a message into his flesh, “I forgive you.” He doesn’t deserve her forgiveness and yet she gives it so freely. His tears run down his cheeks as they in lay in the quiet, finding solace in the closeness and eventually they both surrender to sleep.

Post Amaru; Season 3.

Love to my Loves.