I wonder if you heard me howl, if you heard my heart crash against my teeth, if you feel it when I bleed.

I’m choking back ‘I love you’ as I speak. (via letthelifeinmelive)

there’s a brief moment where they both stand still, two stones in a rushing river. but they are not stones, and the current drags and bends and shapes them so that they continue to twist about each other until they are face to face once more. a sharp laugh catches in her throat as she crouches down, and she spares not a single moment for him to move on the offensive, for that will be her end. another dart forward, hands pressing hard against his chest and her ankle attempting to hook behind his and yank----

Caranthir laughs aloud, a bright bark of sound like a wolf’s bay. “You are learning!” he declares as he feels small but strong, callused fingers wrap part-way round his wrist. Stepping into her attack, he moves with her momentum, turning nimble on his feet as she, despite his size. For a moment they stand back to back and dipping his chin, he can see her smile. That, and not the attack itself, is nearly enough to vanquish him. Nearly.

@guthcwen

re: who raised Moryo *pointed stare

     *casually nopes away from this potential minefield of a conversation*

did someone say something about fighting people

yes, we rang

haleth, to anyone really but large fey men in particular: fight me

me, whispering in the bg: who tf raised you

haldad, probably: the forest animals tbh i had no hand in this

hello yes, here is a concept: us, going to fight some men

ah yes, a concept that we should see to fruition

Come on, then.

     “ as you wish, o mighty lord of thargelion. ”     swift steps bring her close, and closer, aggressive and entirely unlike her typical patterns of attack. perhaps it is enough of a difference to catch him off guard. at least that’s what she tells herself when she puts him on the defensive, fingers wrapping tight around one of his wrists to tug his arm behind him when she steps deftly past. 

You may /try./

     i’ll do more than try.

Care for some -- tea?

     only after i put you on your back.

ronin.

    there. the quickening of his heart. the sharpening of his jawline. all muscle and     nerve,  ‘twixt the serpentine flames. crackling and hissing;  their  venom, their     intoxication.  a sculpture on display,  his flesh glistened against the glow of the     orange pyres. a seamless entertainment on gleaming hues,  and in his,  oh the     wonders. it’s him, and her. spilled ink mane a cape ‘pon a tigress’ back.                                                                   —- and she almost slipped away, again. 

   ❛ oh no you won’t.❜ a hissing snarl vibrated through his neck, and a grunt      erupted from his  volcanic  mouth  as  he  leaped.  a  powerhouse  consuming      sulphur and iron,  his form but the magma framing what lies before him. apex      predators beneath the night’s sway;  they  were  not  just  two  human  bodies.      but two node-conveys of electrical arcs. unseen energy sizzled,  and his body      crash-coursed against hers.  she  could  take  it,  rhythmically,  and  with  one      arm wrapping around her waist he  brought their frames down with a shake of      the jungle’s floor.  and  gaze  holds.  strong,  fervent,  his eyes expanded alike      unreadable pools of blackness. ❛ has anyone told you that you’re like      a mouse?❜    a murmur,  mellow tones fire at will.  basest instincts the first     casualty. 

                    this time he knows. this time she is not so quick. it is utterly dizzying, sharp taste of alcohol on her tongue, mixed with the honey comb and fruit she had downed along with it. the air leaves her lungs in one sharp gasp, leaves her chest aching. so sudden was the upheaval and descent that she feels yet as if her heart hangs in the air above them, not yet caught up with gravity. there are loud cheers and shouts, men raging over lost bets and women howling for haleth to stand! stand and beat this mortal man! but when her lungs fill with air again all she can do is laugh and laugh. 

            “ a mouse? no, that is not something i have ever been called before, ”   she answers back, voice breathy and quiet between them. it does not sting her pride so much to be put upon her back like this and by a stranger no less, though she’s not sure if that is because she’s grown wiser with age or reckless with drink. her fingers dig against his shoulders, press sharp against unyielding coils of muscle beneath sweat slick skin. mischief lights her dark eyes, muscled thighs wrapping around his middle, hips twisting. he is heavy, but she is strong, and soon he is on his back, with she atop, her braids swinging forward to tickle at his cheeks. 

          “ there are stories about mice and lions. i am more accustomed to being the lion. ”

is haleth back?!!?! / logan is having A RAVE RN

     “ have i been missed? ”

🌸

yo i came in here to tell u that until this day at 1 am i did not realize that your "haldad" tag was not ironic. that haldad was literally his name. haldad. father of halektjh h fuckin end me

HONESTLY TOLKIEN. HONESTLY.

"Care to join me for a cup of tea, lady Haleth?"

          “Only if we may enjoy it outdoors, lord Caranthir.”

in time || fka twigs