Aylin curls her fingers around Isobel’s hand, draws it towards her cheek with a tender regard set upon her; Isobel nearly flinches for a moment, that same fear pounding beneath her chest, until her fingers find the soft, porcelain skin of Aylin’s cheek, and that dark fear subsides.
“Tell me you do not see the brilliance your touch grants my soul,” she says. It’s a challenge, but spoken like a prayer. “Tell me you do not feel your chest aflutter in its presence.”
“I do, but—“
Aylin cracks the faintest smile, so distant from the radiant bluster she exhibits in the everyday and far closer to the intimate grins they once shared in private moments of reverence and selfish prayer.
“Then your heart is all your own, my darling.” Insistence, assurance, and — yes, even relief colour her words, soak them in the soothing balm of her presence and esteem. “Ketheric’s had rotted long before he had ever known the grave. Yours is your own even long after. You are my Isobel, and you could never harm me.”
The grip on her hand tightens faintly, and a small trickle of gold leaks from the corner of Aylin’s closing eyes before meeting the edge of Isobel’s thumb; an old but nigh-forgotten impulse tightens her chest, sets a warmth beneath her cheeks, and she wipes the tear away with a feather-light flit of her thumb, wondering how many of those Aylin had to shed in the years she’d been gone.
How many she wishes she could have wiped away in that time.
“Have I not hurt you enough?” Isobel whispers, though the words ring hollow. She never intended to leave the greatest joy in her life, the most brilliant beacon in her faith. Still, it’s hard not to wonder how deep that loneliness struck, how far that heartbreak had settled beneath the ancient scars she wears.
Aylin shakes her head as her eyes drift open, and the adoration she sets within Isobel’s own longing gaze steals her breath for but a moment. “After all the hurt I’d endured, being with you again heals me. No matter the years.”
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i feel like your roman candle; misty/nat, 8k, explicit
written in response to a series of tumblr erotic prompts (since i ended up getting many more than i was expecting, i have combined the ones that fit!).
prompts used: caught masturbating, torn lace, against the wall, fingers (@igotreallyreallytiredofmyoldurl), “do that again”, hair, panting, love bites, taste, restrained, desperate, tease, on the edge, and in public (if you squint)
read here on ao3
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twilight should have ended with eclipse not bc i think its a satifying ending to the series but bc having the ending of knowing bella will some day be a vampire but never see it is somehow better than having to sit through vampire bella be the most uninspired glittery mannequin the world will ever see like how tf does a character get more boring by becoming a vampire
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Finally drawn all of my fankids with Rex! 🥺💖💖 It took me a while to get them just right, but I think I've got them looking how I want and WHO I want them to look like!!
From left to right we have the oldest, Kaiza! Quinn, and his twin sister Kiara in the bottom left and finally Mirri the Rodian me and Rex somehow found ourselves adopting x3 I love them all very much and I have SO much lore thought out for them and even arcs going through the Rebels series!! Mainly for Kaiza and Quinn, the others are unfit not as developed yet but they will be soon, for now I'm just glad I can show them off hehe!
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I JUST SAW YOU POSTED YOUR STONATHAN FIC? maddy you are my fav person in this app right now i’m soooo excited for it!!!!
nic 💖💖💖💖 i’m so excited to hear ur thoughts!! i’m rly pleased with how it turned out :)
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