"Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer."
— Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)
iiocane-deactivated20190209: "" I'm not very indulgent on this particular holiday love, but i thought it only fitting. ' and with his words he offers her a bundle of flowers, ranging from roses to plumarias in every color he could find. while a man may get a bundle of roses for his sweetheart, buttercup was far more than just his sweetheart and deserved every flower imaginable. "
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Cerulean orbs flickered as the beauty of a smile graced her features. This ‘indulgence’ was definitely unexpected, but welcomed as her hand wrapped around the stems of the flowers. ”They’re beautiful,” she paused, ”but your presence is more than enough for me.” Buttercup’s face softened, eyes bright as she lowered the bouquet and pressed a tender kiss to his gentle lips. “And your love.”
iiocane-deactivated20190209: "ooc ;; i love going to the askbox on your blog and seeing the 'i care not, only for my westley' bc then it's like 'yis. only i get the loves. ONLY ME. ALL RESERVED FOR WESTLEY. ' it makes me feel special (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧"
Hehehe. Honestly, I can’t see myself shipping her with anyone else. It just wouldn’t make sense to me. So yes. It is very very true and very necessary to have on my blog. And I love you. It all fits. And fits wonderfully. So feel special mhmm. This blog was made for you. And that’s just the truth.
he grumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he tried to get away with what little dignity he had left by covering himself with a washcloth.
▒ ℬ ▒ “I heard that. And I’ll have you know I have been facing away the whole time after. I do not pride myself in seeing men naked.“
The blonde defended before she walked out of the doorway and out of his quarters, closing her eyes and leaning against the nearest wall as she waited for him to help her as he was supposed to do.
ℛ It isn’t too long before the boy appears once more with the buckets filled with water, setting them down before her as if to ask if there were anything else that she needed him to do. sometimes he thought buttercup just ordered him around for fun rather than need, but he would do what she asked anyway.
▒ ℬ ▒ Going into the little cottage, the flaxen young woman set about readying a meal, starting the fire as he went to fetch the water just as she had asked. Starting on the dough for a meat pie, her deft fingers kneaded and she hummed. Softly. And to herself, looking up only when he walked through the door and set the buckets before her. Eyes drifting over his smudged face, she reached in the bucket with her thumb then swiped some dirt away. "Thank you.“ Clearing her throat, she looked out the door and licked her lips. "Now shine my saddle, I’d like to see my face in it by morning.”
finally, when Vizzini wasn’t looking, Fezzik slipped their captive a green apple;
technically, that wasn’t going against orders. the princess would need her
strength, after all. ( for however many more days she’d be alive— two? three,
maybe? ) either way, Fezzik reckoned Vizzini had just forgotten about food.
naturally, his genius brain was consumed with higher, less practical thoughts. ’ eat this, ’ he muttered, thrusting the piece of fruit toward her.
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a certain silence found her among the group of three until she spoke up, feisty when need be, but valuing her life enough not to die yet. though, there really wasn’t much she could do or say to them at the moment. they all seemed like a group of misfits, people she might have even liked had she known them otherwise, but that gave no excuse to what they’d done. it was mere observation. but all the same the small allowance the giant gave her was comforting.
watching the two carefully while her bound hands allowed her fingers to dig into the apple and raise it to her mouth, pulling the piece out toward her so she wouldn’t bite in and give a crunch that would alert his comrades. 'thank you,’ she mouthed and repeated her action with a very slight smile of gratitude. taking the apple, the almost princess, almost queen, nodded and watched the other
