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sandiegokpop · 11 months
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My screech went to another dimension
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hlizr50 · 2 years
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Elorcan Week Day 1 - Favorite Moment
I knew these words existed before I read Kingdom of Ash, but when Lorcan tells Elide:
"Ask me to stay."
"Ask me to go to Perranth with you."
"Ask me to marry you."
My heart explodes every freaking time.
And so I present to you, a Lorcan POV of my favorite moment:
Ask Me to Stay
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Gavriel.
He could hardly believe it, even with his brother-in-arms laid upon the pedestal where he now knelt. Unmoving and cold. Death had always been Lorcan’s companion - he had never shied from it and had always accepted its price.
But Gavriel.
Losing the lion-hearted male had wounded him far more deeply than he’d expected. Perhaps it was as simple as the loss of his presence, but deep down he knew there was more to it. Gavriel had been kind to Elide, had supported her when Lorcan could not. And Gavriel had supported him, too. Had not let the small, invaluable human woman completely extricate him from her life. And, Hellas, was he grateful.
Lorcan blinked back the sting of emotions in his eyes, cursing the change in his heart and soul. But it was a farce. How could he curse his softened heart when it was Elide that had made it so?
As if summoned by his musings, the tang of elderberries and cinnamon wafted to him, and he felt her gaze - deep and dark as midnight - upon his back. With a groan he heaved himself to his feet, casting one last glance at his brother before he turned. Elide was so small. A body so fragile did not match the spirit within, but he loved her all the same. And when she opened her arms to him he had never felt such relief. Such comfort. Lorcan drew her in, clutching her to him, and nuzzled his nose into her hair.
“I hear that you’re to thank for Erawan’s destruction,” he murmured. His bold, cunning, brave little human. When he’d heard he thought his heart might burst with pride. Her hands pushed against his chest, and she ignored the question in his eyes as she wove her fingers between his and led him out of the candlelit chamber.
“Yrene is,” she answered, bringing them to a halt in front of a bank of windows. Outside they could see Orynth awash in scraps of fabric and ribbon in any vibrant color to be found. A city celebrating victory over evil. “I just came up with the idea.” It was all Lorcan could do to contain a derisive huff. As if her contribution had truly been nothing.
“Without the idea, we’d be filling the bellies of Erawan’s beasts,” he argued, which only earned an eye-roll from the woman. And the towering male couldn’t help but be amused at her irreverence.
“It was a group effort, then,” she conceded, before dragging that plump lower lip between her teeth. Her eyes were so wide, glimmering with both hope and fear, as she beckoned him with her gaze. “Perranth–have you heard anything from Perranth?” Oh, to live in the exhausting mind of hers, always looking toward the next challenge, the next problem to solve. And he wondered, for a moment, if that was how she’d survived so long. Always on guard. Always prepared. A true warrior.
“A ruk rider arrived a few hours ago. It is the same there as it is here: with Erawan’s demise, the soldiers holding the city either collapsed or fled. Its people have reclaimed control, but those who were possessed will need healers. A group of them will be flown over tomorrow to begin.” The sigh she released seemed to shudder through her entire form, and she sagged with relief.
“Thank Anneith for that. Or Silba, I suppose.”
“They’re both gone. Thank yourself.”
Elide waved her hand dismissively, and in that moment he knew.
Knew that he could never leave her.
Knew that this war had been painful, but still kind enough to spare them both.
Knew that this tiny human owned his heart and soul, and he would not waste one more moment without acting upon it.
So he kissed her, a long, gentle caress of his chapped lips against hers, soft as rose petals.
“What was that for?” she breathed as he pulled away. But he just looked at her, his love for her an ache that would never heal. Not that he wanted it to.
“Ask me to stay,” was his simple response. And when she did he could hear the quickening of her heart, a delicious pulse in her throat.
“Ask me to come to Perranth with you,” he continued.
“Come to Perranth with me.” Her voice cracked over the words and her cheeks grew rosy beneath silver-lined lashes. Lorcan nodded his answer, a smile splitting his face so wide, he was sure he’d never made such a face in his centuries of life.
And then, the leap.
“Ask me to marry you.”
Elide laughed, tears spilling down her cheeks, and answered, “Will you marry me, Lorcan Salvaterre?”
Lorcan - towering, dark, brooding Lorcan Salvaterre - had never felt so light, so free, as he swept Elide into his arms, planting kisses over her cheeks, her brows, her nose, her lips. Then he paused, as if realizing that he hadn’t answered. His lips quirked into a smug grin.
“I’ll think about it.”
She smacked his shoulder as she laughed, which he figured he might deserve. But then another laugh escaped her, louder than the first. Lorcan lowered her to her feet, sliding those delicious curves down his body as he did.
“What?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously as she tried to contain her mirth.
“It’s just… I’m Lady of Perranth. If you marry me, you will take my family name.” Elide paused, looking up at him as if there should be some revelation. But he only blinked at her, waiting for the explanation. She giggled again. “Lord Lorcan Lochan?”
Lord Lorcan Lochan.
It was absolutely, utterly ridiculous. So absurd that he could not stop himself from howling with laughter. He lifted her into his embrace again, spinning her, the delight and the freedom and the love overflowing from him. Lorcan breathed her in, holding her close, his mouth at her crown. “I’ll use it with pride every damned day for the rest of my life.” Everything within him settled, as if some part of him had been waiting forever for this moment. His grin melted away as he set her down and fell into her onyx gaze. Tucking a tendril of midnight behind her ear, his fingers brushing over her flushed skin, he vowed, “I will marry you, Elide Lochan. And proudly call myself Lord Lorcan Lochan, even when the whole kingdom laughs to hear it.”
His lips found hers, unable to contain his devotion to her. Reveling in the feeling of her, of knowing she had survived up until that moment in the woods. That moment when she no longer had to be alone. That moment when she had become his to protect. Lorcan knew he was lucky for her to have made it, even that far. And that he was infinitely lucky that he had made it to this place, this hour, this moment.
“And when we are wed,” he whispered tenderly. Reverently. “I will bind my life to yours. So we will never know a day apart. Never be alone, ever again.”
Elide covered her face with her hands, shoulders shaking as she cried. And if Lorcan knew his little warrior, she was likely overwhelmed at what he offered. What he was willing to sacrifice. But he had been willing to give up his life for her since the beginning. He just hadn’t realized that it was love.
Still, he wondered if that was truly what she wanted for him. From him. He grasped her wrists and pulled her hands away, and though her eyes were red and shining she was still the most beautiful thing in the entire world. “If you would like that,” he said.
Elide flung her arms around his neck, her tears soaking into the linen of his tunic, and he wrapped his arms around her. She was warmth and hope and life. And when she answered, “I would like that more than anything,” he knew.
She was his.
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maxanor · 29 days
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#little miss okey-dokey
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lonesome-dreamsss · 4 months
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his handprint may be burned into your skin but it's still the gentlest touch you've ever received.
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First time they make an effort (because going to the bathhouses Barbie style™ would have raised more questions than necessary...)
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the bois looking at omega oh ever so softly...
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Final Fantasy VII Rebirth - Tifa petting tiny little precious chocobo
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🐙💦 commission by @kapitein-oranghien-29
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sky-is-the-limit · 8 months
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Nah because if I was Dean-
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is this a safe space can i say this but i Love love the way tommy looks at buck please go back and rewatch all their moments and focus on his eyes and the way he listens to buck and look at him like he has decided to love buck forever that look he gives buck after they hugged at the bachelor party he looks at buck as if he’s saying “you’re so pretty i can stare at you forever” it’s not just me right
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cadriox · 8 months
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Baby iruka’s chunin exam
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nelkcats · 8 months
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Coffee-scented kisses
Tim fell in love with a barista. At first he had wondered if it was simply a mistake, to transfer his love for coffee to the person who produced it, but slowly he realized it was a little more than that.
Danny, the new barista, didn't really criticize him when he ordered 8 coffees a day, as long as he was on shift. He also didn't ask him about his health insurance every time he ordered Death Wish, and even made sure to make small talk every time he delivered his coffee.
It had only been a few days since he was hired but Tim fell in love with his small talk, his care, and of course, his coffee.
Then, when Danny was suspected of working with Two Face he was heartbroken. The boy was probably innocent, but he couldn't get out of his head that nothing in Gotham was simple, everyone kept secrets, including himself. So he made up his mind to stay away from Danny, for his sake.
Danny, for his part, was Harvey Dent's assistant and a part-time barista, he just wanted to distract himself and Harvey was strangely sympathetic after telling him about running away from home. Kind of like a guy you stay with during the vacations, but more permanent.
The halfa started to worry when the cute boy from the cafe stopped coming, maybe he was in danger? Danny couldn't help but worry, but when his coworkers told him Tim was coming in on other shifts he wondered if the boy was avoiding him.
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ritsatoru · 8 months
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I loved satoru back in 2020, loved him last year, loved him last month, loved him so much last wk, I loved him yesterday, loving him right now, I will love him tomorrow and I will definitely love him forever.
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daily-crowley · 8 months
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Crowley Of The Day: am I the only one who gets a little emotional when I see angel!Crowley?
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den-ai-d · 9 months
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Selfie with the hippest doggo ever from bomb rush cyberfunk!
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mochela · 4 months
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i love falin... shes the creepy girl in the village... shes the worst student in class... shes the girl that picks up the bee that's scaring all the people in the room... shes the girl with filthy clothes that smells of dirt and sweat... shes the sweetest sister and loveliest friend... shes the girl that doesnt know best....
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