
sometimes, my body feels like a burial ground for all the people i should have become.
—THE BEAR ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ
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Weak words are vainer than no words at all, The barrier of flesh divides us yet ; Your spirit, like a bird caught in a net. Beats ever an impenet

sometimes, my body feels like a burial ground for all the people i should have become.

this is exactly how astarion saying yes to you sleeping with halsin sounded like to me i’m sorry

ᅠ thank the gods halsin came to his rescue ; poor thing is *𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 . ᅠ

ᅠ trudging up to a fire with a blanket wrapped around his body . sitting . huffing . when will this cold front stop .ᐣ.ᐟ ᅠ

a lazy nod at the pile of firewood acts as a wordless thanks . “ we should all be so productive . “

shuffling out in a robe , holding a cup of tea , utterly disheveled with sleep still in his eyes .

ᅠ astarion requires a * 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚 show for the aforementioned seductive sunday ~ ᅠ


what, he can't smell the rosemary bread already baking? he thought bears were meant to have good noses. hands on halsin's chest now, squeezing.

of *course he does. part of it is his handiwork, after all. lifting halsin's belly slightly before letting it drop, feeling the slight jiggle.

smoothing his hands across the bear's tummy, face buried in the back of his shoulder. feeling all that added heft.