I don't think its talked about enough that the grishaverse features reLIGIOUS CHARACTERS! like thats so cool bc now that I think about it, a lot of fantasy does not feature religion at ALL, a lot of fiction in general in fact. Which doesn't make sense because wherever there are beings, there will be religion, in any form. And the fact that the grishaverse features the good (see.. inej's faith) AND the bad of religion (see.. people in Fjerda manipulating and misinterpreting Djel's teachings) is so beautiful and lovely to see.
GOD I LOVE LEIGH BARDUGO.
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Tipsy Davey is a lovely Davey, easy to blush and fluster – it doesn’t take much more than a smile to send him giggling into his glass, and it drives Jack’s own ego to dangerous heights. He could spend whole nights murmuring compliments in Davey’s ear, tracing his knuckle against Davey’s thigh, listening to him giggle against Jack’s own temple, feebly nudging him away (and letting him come right back) and mumbling "Jackie, stop…" without meaning a word of it.
And then there’s Drunk Davey, when his flush settles high on his cheeks and his bashfulness settles with it. He loses that nervousness he keeps underneath his skin that’s always pulling him back just a little, telling him not to come on too strong. He touches freely, whispers the pads of his fingertips over Jack’s wrists enough to drive him insane, sweeps over the bridge of Jack’s freckled nose and murmurs, “Glory be to God for dappled things…”. The bitter little middle-schooler that still lives in Jack’s mind has always thought that poetry was something just too dorky to be attractive, but that bitter little middle-schooler sure shuts the hell up when Davey whispers pretty things in Jack’s ear on a dark corner of the dance floor. Jack’s not complaining at all.
And then there’s Jack’s favourite – Truly Shitfaced Davey. He’s a rare gift, reserved only for New Years, birthdays and Halloween parties, if his costume is slutty enough. Jack can recount every single Truly Shitfaced Davey encounter he’s ever had, and while they’re nowhere near as suave as Drunk Davey, they are by all means his favourites.
“Face,” Davey mumbles, poking Jack’s cheek and marvelling at the squish of it. Jack has to bite his lip not to laugh.
“Yeah, babe?” He asks sweetly, because he is a wonderful boyfriend, thank you very much.
“Your face… It – you…” Davey’s face pinches as he tries to find his words underneath the drunk haze that’s blanketing his brain. He promptly gives up and groans, waving an arm dismissively as he burrows into Jack’s side. “S’good.”
Jack grins, pressing a kiss to the curls tickling his face. He gives up on trying to stifle his smile – Davey’s too drunk to care, and far too drunk to notice the way he’s staring inquisitvely at Jack’s lips the way he usually stares at a good book.
“Thanks, Davey-mine. Your face is good, too.”
Davey stares at him for a moment, mouth squared and silent for a little too long, until he makes a strangled little squeak and ducks his face into Jack’s neck.
“Shuddup!” He orders as Jack laughs, but he can’t help it. As much as he loves Davey when he’s reciting sonnets from memory, he especially loves him speechless, if only for the novelty of it.
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“Air-Atts are most known for their innovation. Their enthusiasm and curiosity can often result in a mischievous nature. These Attuned have strategic minds, but their inability to make decisions can hinder their plans. Despite being quite social, Air-Atts can feel removed from those around them.”
Air-Att Mal Volari, as voted by you for Blades of Light and Shadow’s fourth anniversary!
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Gerade im Radio gehört: Auf SWR1 Baden-Württemberg wird morgen Abend (27.09.2022) ab 20 Uhr vier Stunden lang das 40. Bandjubiläum von Die Ärzte gefeiert.
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dizzy i’m sorry but mal’s hair was not the win you thought it was. it’s so bad she looks nothing like herself.
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