I feel horribly bloated so all of my normally sexy shippy thoughts kind of devolve into people flopping around and cuddling.
like everybody all up in each others’ space and about to make out but then all decide that nahhhh maybe it would be better to just lounge around
somebody puts on a record for some classical piano music and they all wait out the night/the blahs
"Where are you? I can't find you!" (okay 2 sentences)
"I can’t tell you," said the girl, "the point is to find me on your own!"
The boy looked about, tracing his winding hair with his eyes, a heavy weight settling on his shoulders. “Aisling,” he mewed, unable to say anything else for a while, “Aisling, I tried everywhere, I don’t know where you are.”
There was silence for a while. Then the girl cried, her voice soft with tears but still audible, “Ceallach, I’m lost.”
A lil snippet I want to put down that I will fit into the story at a later time. This takes place when Ceallach and company are staying in Sonja’s castle!
wait just a fucking second
things that gods put in their patioes: koi pond mosaics that move as if they are alive.
suddenly imagining Ceallach, with his memories of Aisling slowly being buried and forgotten due to sorrow, creating elaborate avian teacups in his workshop having no idea why he keeps returning to that particular imagery ;n;
filing under “stuff bored gods in rapunemu would commission to put in their pleasure houses”
grooveshark playlist shenanigans
mat: urby i saw Crystal Ball for your Rowan playlistand I got really upset!!!
Pangolins are such an unfortunately obscure mammal.
I DIDN’T KNOW THEY WALKED ON THEIR BACK LEGS LIKE THAT OMG IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S UP TO SOMETHING
this is me at school.
that gave me an idea,
you guys he’s just late
I think this post was one of the reasons why Sonjabeast is like a pangolin!
(who even remembers rapunemu hurr hurr)