𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖

@hyrded 
            “Rurik, you chose to stay silent when you should have said something.” The redhead cut him off shortly, crossing her hands against her chest, her eyebrow rising as the man continued to speak. 
            “Rurik.” the witch began, her voice being stern, yet soft. “Fight for me then.” she said softly, staying silent for a few seconds. 
            “Show me you how much you care about me and fight for me. Because I’m the only one who knows how much I’ve longed for you, yet you still wouldn’t get the courage to show me how you feel.” the redhead continued, looking him right in the eyes. 
            “Fucking fight for me Rurik, no more empty words.” 

@hyrded  
            All the witch did this time was to watch from afar the battle, her eyes being focused upon the immortal, her fingers flexing around her arrows and bows, prepared to strike from the shadows. Just in case, Frida told herself. Just in case he needed a helping hand. But after so much blood, the victory came. 
            Her steps, soft and calculated, were heard on the grass, carefully walking around the dead bodies, until she reached his side. The woman took off the hood of her cloak, revealing her braided auburn curls, her hazel eyes watching as the men cleaned up their carnage. 
            “That’s no way to greed a friend Rurik.” Frida said softly, kneeling down to close a corpse eyes with a soft touch, showing her respect for the death. “You should go clean yourself up, I came here to help the wounded.” the redhead explained herself, rising her gaze to meet his. “And you, my old friend, need my help too.” her voice was soft. She got up after some time, watching him carefully. “Don’t say you don’t, we both know you’re lying.” 

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ through the stench and smoke and shifting light, he heard footsteps. deliberate. too soft to be one of his own, too clean to belong here. his men noticed too. their motions slowed. hands hovered near hilts. blades gleamed, wolfe narrowed his gaze, cutting through the drifting ash. he didn’t need to see her clearly. he already knew.. the witch.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ “this battlefield is no place for a commoner.”⠀⠀⠀his voice carried low, lethal, steel drawn across ice. the moment her form registered, the fire twisted inside him, darker, more direct. his fingers twitched, not out of nerves, but restraint. he had already seen what his men had not. and he didn’t need her sorcery, or her presence, to remind him of what still throbbed beneath his skin. he lifted a hand, a silent signal, and his men returned to their task. no questions. no hesitation. the war was over. but something else had just begun.

@hyrded “Oh yeah, we’re fucked.” the redhead laughed, biting her lower lip as she looked around. “We’re deep in shit.” 

@cririrn [don’t worry about it, I’ll post something else again]

⠀⠀╱      it *    

⠀⠀╱      just   repost   your   reply   and   i’ll   reply   to   that .

@hyrded “Is not too close until you want it to be too close. Now hold my hand. If I see that blonde eyeing you again I’m gonna make her barbecue.” 

@hyrded “Less mosquitoes, to be fair.” the redhead said as she slapped her arm, opening her basket filled with drinks and food. “But is nice, I really enjoy this. Thank you Rurik.” 

⠀⠀╱*    tense 

@_D3V1LISH_   &.      ultimate grandma right here, certified& 7 days a week..       now, put those glass back on rn, i can’t see shit. 

@hyrded [I’m taking of my glasses, i’ve seen enough. 
            
            Grandpa]

@hyrded [shoot i was inactive and didn’t got any notification, i’ll tag you rn]

/          tag me,       im gonna get to our chains tonight 

/        & lurking