shadowofanassassin:

Mihtriel keeps the large rock raised above her head, a bit of earth sprinkling down into her hair.

“Oh-? So you don’t want me to throw this?” The hunter muses, faking out a step at him. 

  ’ no it’s fine– it was an accident, i swear on it– ’
  he keeps brows furrowed, both arms raised as
  if he’s dead-set on stopping the practical boulder
  before it can really hit him and cause some damage.

(Source: ofsabrae-blog)

dorfvir:

There’s a shuffle of bare feet,
arms crossed and face averted.

       Theven sniffles, looking
       to the other with still-red
       eyes.

              “I know you’re sorry.
               I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t
               have told Keeper.”

  tamlen notices, both brows arching
  into a nearly-distraught expression.

      the boy steps closer, tries to lean
      around and see the other’s face.

  ’ don’t cry– ‘cause if you cry,
    then i’ll cry and i don’t like
    that– ’

(Source: ofsabrae-blog)

  ’ i’m sorry i pushed you in the mud
    and tried to tie you to a tree and
    threatened to punch you in the
    face… ’

            don’t think much of it.
            the keeper’s making him do this.