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kateitron:

hollywoodforthebirds:

thinkhappythoughtsornot:

kaeleeb:

fuckyeahitssummeralexis:

honestly the most beautiful thing i’ve ever read

….whut.
Well, shit.



Damn

meh, meh, mEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH!!!!!!!!


theres a time and a place for mucking around

aradia-in-the-tardis:

kateitron:

hollywoodforthebirds:

thinkhappythoughtsornot:

kaeleeb:

fuckyeahitssummeralexis:

honestly the most beautiful thing i’ve ever read

….whut.

Well, shit.

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Damn

meh, meh, mEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH, MEH!!!!!!!!

theres a time and a place for mucking around

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oceanicchimera asked: She's asleep next to Isleen, a hand covering her muzzle. But for once shining gold dreams evade her. The dreams that dance above her head are tarnished, a dull bronze. It shows the sadness that had been building recently, pressing on her tender heart. There are faint tear lines as she cried in her sleep.

oceanicchimera:

bringsyoudreams:

He’s tired when he gets home, and like every time he comes back and Mag and Isleen are already asleep, he detours towards their room to watch over them for a little while.

He’s seen Isleen get bigger with time and felt both her and Magolor grow apart. He’s been kind of a shitty parent.

His hands trace the path of Magolor’s tears softly and he sighs new sand to replace the one that’s dancing above her head - not that he thinks it’ll help that much. Today though, instead of floating back to his room to sleep (and he has noticed he doesn’t get much sleep lately, even when he can), he curls up against the back of Magolor’s head, listening to her strong heart and deep breaths while he begins to fall asleep.

"It’s fine Sandy. If you worked from here who could keep nightmares in check? It’s enough for me to just talk and have your company for some time. Maybe you could bring a phone with you? Isleen seeing your face would be enough to soothe her I’m sure when we video call."

'I'm sure I'll find a way. I just want to spend more time with the both of you.' He sighed and let his eyes close. 'But the phone sounds like a good idea. You could call me every time Isleen starts looking for me.'

'Or whenever you want, really.'

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oceanicchimera asked: She's asleep next to Isleen, a hand covering her muzzle. But for once shining gold dreams evade her. The dreams that dance above her head are tarnished, a dull bronze. It shows the sadness that had been building recently, pressing on her tender heart. There are faint tear lines as she cried in her sleep.

oceanicchimera:

bringsyoudreams:

He’s tired when he gets home, and like every time he comes back and Mag and Isleen are already asleep, he detours towards their room to watch over them for a little while.

He’s seen Isleen get bigger with time and felt both her and Magolor grow apart. He’s been kind of a shitty parent.

His hands trace the path of Magolor’s tears softly and he sighs new sand to replace the one that’s dancing above her head - not that he thinks it’ll help that much. Today though, instead of floating back to his room to sleep (and he has noticed he doesn’t get much sleep lately, even when he can), he curls up against the back of Magolor’s head, listening to her strong heart and deep breaths while he begins to fall asleep.

"We missed you too. Isleen has been trying to find you. She sometimes had a tantrum because she couldn’t find you." Nothing Magolor’s mother couldn’t handle.

Her heart now soothed she settled down, cuddling her two precious ones. Sandy needed his rest and she was more than willing to be his bed for the moment. She did have paperwork to do.

Guilt settled in his chest, quieting the sand for a moment. ‘I could try working from here. Haven’t done that in a while, but I used to do that a long time ago. That way I’d always be around for the both of you.’

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oceanicchimera asked: She's asleep next to Isleen, a hand covering her muzzle. But for once shining gold dreams evade her. The dreams that dance above her head are tarnished, a dull bronze. It shows the sadness that had been building recently, pressing on her tender heart. There are faint tear lines as she cried in her sleep.

oceanicchimera:

bringsyoudreams:

He’s tired when he gets home, and like every time he comes back and Mag and Isleen are already asleep, he detours towards their room to watch over them for a little while.

He’s seen Isleen get bigger with time and felt both her and Magolor grow apart. He’s been kind of a shitty parent.

His hands trace the path of Magolor’s tears softly and he sighs new sand to replace the one that’s dancing above her head - not that he thinks it’ll help that much. Today though, instead of floating back to his room to sleep (and he has noticed he doesn’t get much sleep lately, even when he can), he curls up against the back of Magolor’s head, listening to her strong heart and deep breaths while he begins to fall asleep.

"You don’t have to try for me. I’m more worried for Isleen." Being alone was something she was sadly used to as a child. She feared Isleen would suffer the same fate.

"I’m just glad for what time we can spend together. It’d be selfish to ask more time of you." Magolor sits up slowly, cradling them both in her arms. "I will always be here afterall when you return."

Shaking his head, he let the symbols form naturally. ‘I’m going to try for both of you.’ Magolor mattered to him as much as Isleen, and she deserved just as much as her. ‘And for myself, as well.’

'I missed you both.' He lets his head rest against her chest, snuggling into the fur. 

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oceanicchimera asked: She's asleep next to Isleen, a hand covering her muzzle. But for once shining gold dreams evade her. The dreams that dance above her head are tarnished, a dull bronze. It shows the sadness that had been building recently, pressing on her tender heart. There are faint tear lines as she cried in her sleep.

oceanicchimera:

bringsyoudreams:

He’s tired when he gets home, and like every time he comes back and Mag and Isleen are already asleep, he detours towards their room to watch over them for a little while.

He’s seen Isleen get bigger with time and felt both her and Magolor grow apart. He’s been kind of a shitty parent.

His hands trace the path of Magolor’s tears softly and he sighs new sand to replace the one that’s dancing above her head - not that he thinks it’ll help that much. Today though, instead of floating back to his room to sleep (and he has noticed he doesn’t get much sleep lately, even when he can), he curls up against the back of Magolor’s head, listening to her strong heart and deep breaths while he begins to fall asleep.

She shook her head. “It’s fine Sandy. Tell me now.” As quiet as it is the voice that comes out is like the low rumble of a regal lion, authors give without the need for volume. “I’m feeling pretty rested in any case and we might miss each other in the morning. I have a few things I need to attend to.”

She tries not to rub at tear sore ees. Had she been crying in her sleep? She seemed to be doing that often lately, her body trying to release it’s stress.

It’s not an option he enjoys a lot - she does look like she needs rest, or maybe that’s just him - but he nods slowly and starts forming words again. ‘I’m sorry I’ve left you all alone for so long. I missed you, both of you.’ He sighs. ‘I’m going to try to be around more.’

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