leafman-tess
❧ ✿ ☄: Your world-building. GOOD LORD WOMAN. STOP BEING SO AMAZING AT THIS. You make all of those hundreds of thousands of words COUNT. Your characters are real, breathing people living in a real, changing world.

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youknowitsleafman
♡, ♥, ❥,✽,❧ (--like honestly all of it).

leafman-tess:

((AW HUN. *clings*))

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Tell me what you like BEST about my writing!

♡: Your narration
♥: Your dialogue
❥: Your internal monologues (thoughts)
❣: Your descriptions
❦: Your details
❧: Your plots
✽: Your ideas
✿: Your characterization
❁: There's good sentence variation!
✤: Your figurative language
❋: Your use of side characters
☆: Your understandably
☄: WILDCARD! Other: ______
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Send ⌖ for the first 3 emotions my character feels when seeing or thinking of yours.

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breathe [open rp]

leafman-tess:

youknowitsleafman:

Aurie took in a deep breath, and then to her shock and shame, a sob escaped, and she covered her face with her hands as she struggled to regain control. She breathed in deeply, but every exhale was interrupted by a gasp.

"By the Goddess, this isn’t even the worst injury he’s sustained," she choked out. She dug in her nails into her skin, hoping the pain would center her. "But it’s like seeing him at 10 again, laid out because I did it, I did that to him, and I will not leave him now because he thinks I left him then."

Tess didn’t hesitate; she wrapped her arms around Aurie and pulled her close. There were parts of her and Nod’s past that had been left alone, periods neither of them spoke about or avoided. Tess hadn’t asked before, and she wasn’t about to pry now. Aurie needed a free, quiet moment to unravel more than anything, so Tess did what her father had always done. She patted Aurie’s hair and rocked slightly. It had always calmed her as a child. He never spoke when she was in the thick of it, so Tess stayed silent and listened. She was there to be sturdy like a rock and to let the woman be weak—be vulnerable for a change. Aurie needed the security of knowing she wouldn’t be alone when she felt her lowest.

Aurie closed her eyes. “He’s my son, my little boy. He hates being called that, but I gave birth to him, he’ll always be my little boy. I can’t lose him, Tess. I just can’t. It will kill me.” She felt ashamed for her words—she’d never spoken to Nod about her fears, but she knew he knew them anyway. She was afraid for him—that was never going to change as long as he donned his armor.

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breathe [open rp]

leafman-tess:

youknowitsleafman:

"I will not let him wake up and be asleep myself." Aurie’s fingers moved the spindle even faster. "You are more than welcome to stay." Better than that girl. “I will not let him wake up and feel abandoned.” The thread she was spinning broke and the spindle clattered to the floor. She slid from her chair to pick up the spindle. “I need tea,” she decided. “What about you?”

"Aurie." Tess rose and moved beside the woman, dropping to one knee and clasping her shoulder.

"Please, just… just stop for a moment. This isn’t good for you. You’re tired, even more than me. You need to give yourself a moment to rest," she urged. "You’re here. Zhana’s here. And a whole host of healers are here. Nothing’s going to happen if you just let yourself rest for a little while. He’ll be happy to see it."

Aurie took in a deep breath, and then to her shock and shame, a sob escaped, and she covered her face with her hands as she struggled to regain control. She breathed in deeply, but every exhale was interrupted by a gasp.

"By the Goddess, this isn’t even the worst injury he’s sustained," she choked out. She dug in her nails into her skin, hoping the pain would center her. "But it’s like seeing him at 10 again, laid out because I did it, I did that to him, and I will not leave him now because he thinks I left him then."

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breathe [open rp]

leafman-tess:

youknowitsleafman:

leafman-tess:

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"I’m perfectly fine," Aurie said tonelessly. She sighed and leaned back against her chair. "I would have been here sooner as well, but I was not allowed to see him until he was out of the ICU." Her lips thinned. "He’s been asleep since they first worked on him, and Zhana warned me he might wake up delirious, that there might be some Rot they missed and it would present in a fever. I don’t think so, I’ve been monitoring him, but I’m very tired and I might miss something." Her fingers worked the spindle more quickly in her anxiety and the thread became very tight. "You can ask one of the nurses for a cot, you’re likely more exhausted than I am."

"Aurie," she prodded, a clear note of concern in her voice. "… I’m not sleeping any time soon. At least until he wakes up. Two sets of eyes are better than one—as long as you don’t mind me being here, that is." She didn’t want to force her way into their private time, but she was almost more worried for Aurie than she was for Nod. The poor woman barely rested enough as it was; she looked as frayed as any border soldier that day. It was just harder to notice without the bruises or cuts.

"I will not let him wake up and be asleep myself." Aurie’s fingers moved the spindle even faster. "You are more than welcome to stay." Better than that girl. “I will not let him wake up and feel abandoned.” The thread she was spinning broke and the spindle clattered to the floor. She slid from her chair to pick up the spindle. “I need tea,” she decided. “What about you?”

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breathe [open rp]

leafman-tess:

youknowitsleafman:

leafman-tess:

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Aurelan looked to the door. “Come in,” she rasped, her fingers continuing to work her spindle. She’d vowed to be awake for Nod when he woke up, and all she needed to do was wait. “He’s all right, or he will be, once he wakes up. It was one arrow, Winter helped him with the rest.” Her exhaustion prevented her usual careful wording, and she added, “There’s a chance he might be benched for a period of time thanks to his shoulder injury; he might need therapy to restore movement and the like. I’m hoping he won’t, he doesn’t like being grounded, he’s terrible about staying in bed when he needs to.” She yawned. “My apologies, I’m very tired.”

Briefly, she slumped against the doorframe, eyes darting between the mother and son. Aurie, first. Aurie needs someone. She straightened, stepped inside and closed the door behind her before walking over and taking a seat beside the woman whose good opinion she treasured. “How long have you been here?” she asked, resting a hand on Aurie’s arm and studying the weaver’s face. “Can I get you anything? I would have been here sooner, but we were put on emergency shifts. Couldn’t get away til now.”

"I’m perfectly fine," Aurie said tonelessly. She sighed and leaned back against her chair. "I would have been here sooner as well, but I was not allowed to see him until he was out of the ICU." Her lips thinned. "He’s been asleep since they first worked on him, and Zhana warned me he might wake up delirious, that there might be some Rot they missed and it would present in a fever. I don’t think so, I’ve been monitoring him, but I’m very tired and I might miss something." Her fingers worked the spindle more quickly in her anxiety and the thread became very tight. "You can ask one of the nurses for a cot, you’re likely more exhausted than I am."

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no one is alone | closed

leafman-tess:

youknowitsleafman:

leafman-tess:

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"What did they want for you?" Aurie asked, tilting her head a little. She smiled at Tess. "That’s always what Nod wanted too; nothing else had any appeal. He liked to sit with Jaeger and help him polish his armor. Do you help your mother polish her armor?" she asked the little girl. "Jaeger wouldn’t let Nod hone his weapons, not that Nod didn’t try."

"My mother wanted a healer in the family. I think it went back on her side of the family. My brothers and I were of the creative lean, though. Both my younger brothers went into smithing, making weapons and armor. But she’s happy to know that her future daughter in-law is in medicine. Winnie and Orham are due to be married before the summer’s out," he explained, smiling fondly.

Tess shot a look at her father. “Uncle Orham’s getting married?”

Crag winced slightly, careful to give her a steady look. “Yes.”

"To who? Will I meet her? Is she nice?"

He nodded. “You haven’t met her yet, but Mama and I have. She’s a very lovely young lady. And I know she’ll like you. She’s from a big family, and she has little brothers and sisters like you.”

Tess looked reassured by his answer and grinned before tearing into her pastry again. “Tha’s gooh! Mebbe I cin meethem!” she exclaimed.

"Chew first, Tess."

Tess pouted and swallowed her food before answering Aurelan. “Mama doesn’t let me near any of her equipment except her helmet. But I like watching her polish. It smells good.”

Aurie smiled at the mention of a wedding. They were such happy occasions, and the memory of hers still made her smile. “I made Jaeger’s armor polish—he liked his lemon-scented, but mildly so the scent would fade before he went on patrol. Do you wear her helmet sometimes?”

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breathe [open rp]

leafman-tess:

youknowitsleafman:

leafman-tess:

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Verda checked her board. “Chercheur was moved out of the ICU ten hours ago; he’s currently in the regular wing. That hallway, take a left, room 1170. He should be asleep; it’s easier for the healing spells if he’s asleep, but if you need a cot, just ask for one from the nurses.” She rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand. “If he’s awake on his own, fine, but don’t wake him up.” She straightened her shoulders again. “Next!”

Tess nodded and set off. If she could have gotten away with it (and her leg would have permitted), she would have run. But the halls were too crowded, and she didn’t want to risk injuring someone in her haste. She tried not to notice familiar faces, but they burned into her mind all the same. All she could do was wish them well and continue to count off the room numbers.

Her grip tightened around the helmet tucked under her arm, wondering what kind of injuries he’d sustained. She hadn’t seen him when they were stabilizing him at the outpost, and the only thing she’d heard was that he’d been shot. How many times? Where? Was Rot involved? She shivered, hooking a left down the hallway the healer had indicated. 1164… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… She stopped at the door to 1170 knocking softly before turning the handle and poking her head in.

Aurelan looked to the door. “Come in,” she rasped, her fingers continuing to work her spindle. She’d vowed to be awake for Nod when he woke up, and all she needed to do was wait. “He’s all right, or he will be, once he wakes up. It was one arrow, Winter helped him with the rest.” Her exhaustion prevented her usual careful wording, and she added, “There’s a chance he might be benched for a period of time thanks to his shoulder injury; he might need therapy to restore movement and the like. I’m hoping he won’t, he doesn’t like being grounded, he’s terrible about staying in bed when he needs to.” She yawned. “My apologies, I’m very tired.”

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