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writingjustforgiggles:

quelloras:

writingjustforgiggles:

quelloras:

Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.
The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.
She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.
Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.
Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.
It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

———————-
Vyladoril, asleep next to Gallaria, was kept that way in a nightmare of his own. Hearing the scream he struggled to get up to the surface and drag himself back to the waking world, finally succeeding and rolling naked out of the bed just in time to hold her hair out of her face. He pulls her into his arms, lifting her and carrying her to the bathroom to clean up. He settles her on a stool, giving her a small smile as he runs a warm bath for them … 
After the bath, and a bit of talk, he lifts her and wraps her in towels, pampering her in spite of her usual protests, and carries her back to the bed to hold her until they can sleep again.

Gallaria registered Vyladoril’s presence beside her as she puked into the pot. She awakened fully as he lifted her up into his arms. She didn’t protest the bath, clinging as much as she could to the Farstrider. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long while. The nightmare and subsequent sickness didn’t help the feeling.
After the bath, the paladin did protest as Vyladoril pampered and dried her off. Gallaria let out a huff of breath and gave him a soft glare as he carried her back up to their room.
"I could have walked." She grumbled but gave a small yawn. She did motion to the pot of vomit at the door. "That can go outside until we wake up." Gallaria ordered imperiously, but really, she didn’t want to smell it.

Vyl chuckles, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He snuggles in with her, trying not to show that he was still disturbed by his inability to awaken himself sooner and help her. He waits for her to drift off before getting up and cleaning out the pot first, then spending the rest of the night puttering around the flat fixing things. When she wakes again he’s got a simple breakfast waiting for her; tea and some of Jay’s porridge with ground nuts mixed in and just a touch of honey to sweeten it.

The paladin spent the rest of the night in a calm sleep, not knowing that her lover would remain awake the rest of the night. When she awoke, Gallaria stretched and groped for Vyladoril and frowned when she didn’t come into contact with him.
Slipping out of bed and into her robe, she padded down into the main living area and looked at the Farstrider and then at the breakfast. Her stomach clenched slightly. With a sigh, she walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll try the tea first. I’m still feeling a bit queasy.”

writingjustforgiggles:

quelloras:

writingjustforgiggles:

quelloras:

Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.

The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.

She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.

Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.

Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.

It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

———————-

Vyladoril, asleep next to Gallaria, was kept that way in a nightmare of his own. Hearing the scream he struggled to get up to the surface and drag himself back to the waking world, finally succeeding and rolling naked out of the bed just in time to hold her hair out of her face. He pulls her into his arms, lifting her and carrying her to the bathroom to clean up. He settles her on a stool, giving her a small smile as he runs a warm bath for them … 

After the bath, and a bit of talk, he lifts her and wraps her in towels, pampering her in spite of her usual protests, and carries her back to the bed to hold her until they can sleep again.

Gallaria registered Vyladoril’s presence beside her as she puked into the pot. She awakened fully as he lifted her up into his arms. She didn’t protest the bath, clinging as much as she could to the Farstrider. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long while. The nightmare and subsequent sickness didn’t help the feeling.

After the bath, the paladin did protest as Vyladoril pampered and dried her off. Gallaria let out a huff of breath and gave him a soft glare as he carried her back up to their room.

"I could have walked." She grumbled but gave a small yawn. She did motion to the pot of vomit at the door. "That can go outside until we wake up." Gallaria ordered imperiously, but really, she didn’t want to smell it.

Vyl chuckles, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He snuggles in with her, trying not to show that he was still disturbed by his inability to awaken himself sooner and help her. He waits for her to drift off before getting up and cleaning out the pot first, then spending the rest of the night puttering around the flat fixing things. 

When she wakes again he’s got a simple breakfast waiting for her; tea and some of Jay’s porridge with ground nuts mixed in and just a touch of honey to sweeten it.

The paladin spent the rest of the night in a calm sleep, not knowing that her lover would remain awake the rest of the night. When she awoke, Gallaria stretched and groped for Vyladoril and frowned when she didn’t come into contact with him.

Slipping out of bed and into her robe, she padded down into the main living area and looked at the Farstrider and then at the breakfast. Her stomach clenched slightly. With a sigh, she walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll try the tea first. I’m still feeling a bit queasy.”

(Source: tryhardtodiehard)

writingjustforgiggles:

quelloras:

Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.
The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.
She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.
Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.
Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.
It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

———————-
Vyladoril, asleep next to Gallaria, was kept that way in a nightmare of his own. Hearing the scream he struggled to get up to the surface and drag himself back to the waking world, finally succeeding and rolling naked out of the bed just in time to hold her hair out of her face. He pulls her into his arms, lifting her and carrying her to the bathroom to clean up. He settles her on a stool, giving her a small smile as he runs a warm bath for them … 
After the bath, and a bit of talk, he lifts her and wraps her in towels, pampering her in spite of her usual protests, and carries her back to the bed to hold her until they can sleep again.

Gallaria registered Vyladoril’s presence beside her as she puked into the pot. She awakened fully as he lifted her up into his arms. She didn’t protest the bath, clinging as much as she could to the Farstrider. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long while. The nightmare and subsequent sickness didn’t help the feeling.
After the bath, the paladin did protest as Vyladoril pampered and dried her off. Gallaria let out a huff of breath and gave him a soft glare as he carried her back up to their room.
"I could have walked." She grumbled but gave a small yawn. She did motion to the pot of vomit at the door. "That can go outside until we wake up." Gallaria ordered imperiously, but really, she didn’t want to smell it.

writingjustforgiggles:

quelloras:

Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.

The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.

She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.

Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.

Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.

It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

———————-

Vyladoril, asleep next to Gallaria, was kept that way in a nightmare of his own. Hearing the scream he struggled to get up to the surface and drag himself back to the waking world, finally succeeding and rolling naked out of the bed just in time to hold her hair out of her face. He pulls her into his arms, lifting her and carrying her to the bathroom to clean up. He settles her on a stool, giving her a small smile as he runs a warm bath for them … 

After the bath, and a bit of talk, he lifts her and wraps her in towels, pampering her in spite of her usual protests, and carries her back to the bed to hold her until they can sleep again.

Gallaria registered Vyladoril’s presence beside her as she puked into the pot. She awakened fully as he lifted her up into his arms. She didn’t protest the bath, clinging as much as she could to the Farstrider. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long while. The nightmare and subsequent sickness didn’t help the feeling.

After the bath, the paladin did protest as Vyladoril pampered and dried her off. Gallaria let out a huff of breath and gave him a soft glare as he carried her back up to their room.

"I could have walked." She grumbled but gave a small yawn. She did motion to the pot of vomit at the door. "That can go outside until we wake up." Gallaria ordered imperiously, but really, she didn’t want to smell it.

(Source: tryhardtodiehard)

Sunday, April 6, 2014
Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.
The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.
She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.
Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.
Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.
It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

Gallaria tossed and turned in bed, pulling herself away from her fiance’s warm embrace. Her breathing grew rapid. She was having a nightmare.

The ocean was rough, the waves beating on the sand in violent rhythmic succession. The sky was overcast, gray and foreboding. She walked towards the water, unable to stop herself.

She wore a long shapeless black dress, her feet bare. The paladin hugged herself, the action seeming to anger…someone? Something was off about this dream. She tried to stop herself from walking into the water, but she kept on going.

Terror clutched at her breast as she felt herself shifted this way and that. Finally, a strong undercurrent pulled her under. She started to scream but the sound was drowned out by the salty seawater.

Gallaria woke up screaming, fighting to catch her breath and break out of the water. It took her a long time to settle. When she did, she sat up abruptly and threw her robe on. She didn’t quite make it to the bathroom. Her stomach emptied itself of her dinner into a pot by the door.

It had been so real. She would be talking to Jayyson about this and soon.

(Source: tryhardtodiehard)

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

tmi tuesday

tg-i:

ask  me characters thingssss

(Source: engine1967)

emma-stone-is:

Emma Stone

emma-stone-is:

Emma Stone

So maybe her library did need some cleaning and organizing. It had only been about a decade since she had last touched it..

So maybe her library did need some cleaning and organizing. It had only been about a decade since she had last touched it..

(Source: hannacorvus)