@cerynitiis / cerynitiis.tumblr.com

' nectar and salt and apples. pollen and stars and hinges. she tastes like fairy tales. swan maiden at midnight. SHE TASTES LIKE HOPE. '
[greek myth] nymph, original character, based on the myth of the ceryneian hind.
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peacespun

" you're the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me. " years and years of isolation since the time he was a young man had taken its toll. easier to hide, easier to not give someone the chance to hurt him or discover too much too quickly, if anything at all. who knew it would be the flower girl that would begin to bloom trust in him again, looking at him softly and holding him softer. it gave him peace. she gave him peace. even now with the simplest act of affection, calloused fingers falling through her hair, " i don't know what i did to deserve you, but i'm glad it worked. " / @cerynitiis.

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cerynitiis

" luckiest, huh? " elaphia leans into his touch. she closes her eyes briefly, relishing in the comfort of his closeness, the always vaguely smokey, almost vanilla tobacco scent of him. throughout their years together, they had grown close, friendship slowly morphing into something more, something meaningful and pure. when had he stopped fearing her touch and affection? when did she gain his trust, his adoration? to this day, she can't pinpoint the exact moment, just remembers how it started - fingers brushing together, touch lingering longer than necessary, a not wholly innocent, lingering look here and there. she had never thought she would find something this sweet again.

she traces the shape of his jaw, his nose, breathes against his glasses to tease him. " and how are you sure i'm not your divine punishment, mr. castillo? "

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#* ezekiel.#peacespun#THSE BABIES
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shinsources

training turned tension starters

Or more specifically, “two characters who have been sparring or in combat training together and almost kiss at the end of their practice fight”. As requested ! Feel free to make any changes.

  • “Is that the best you can do?”
  • “I won’t go easy on you.” / “I’ll go easy on you.” / “Quit going easy on me.”
  • “Hit me with your best shot.”
  • “You need to do better if you want to meet your goal.”
  • “I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”
  • “Is this necessary?”
  • “Try again.”
  • “You’re pissing me off.” / “If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.”
  • “Here, let me show you how.”
  • “Woah! [falls on top of __]” 
  • “Nice moves.”
  • “[pins __ to floor]” / “[pins __ to wall]”
  • “You’re…really close right now.”
  • “G–get off of me.”
  • “You’re heavy.” / “You’re crushing me.”
  • “Sorry–are you okay?”
  • “You’re really red right now.”
  • “…Do we always end up on top of each other?”
  • “Are you still panting?”
  • “I told you, it was an accident.”
  • “…Why don’t you just kiss me?”
  • “I’ll consider kissing you if you can beat me.”
#is this for a very specific au? ... yes but#* meme.
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* subtle romance starters

  • i wish i could control myself around you
  • you look amazing
  • in that dress you could have anyone you want
  • it’s difficult to be around you
  • i’ve dreamt about being with you
  • i’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment we met
  • we could be together for tonight
  • no one needs to know
  • you could do it, i wouldn’t stop you
  • i can’t control myself around you
  • i can’t stop thinking about you
  • i want everyone to know that you’re mine
  • i can’t just be your friend
  • of course i was jealous
  • have i told you recently that you’re completely gorgeous?
  • you’re under my skin
  • i’ve thought about this nonstop
  • i can’t wait to see every inch of you
  • has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?
  • you have to see what i see in you
  • you’re the most interesting person i’ve ever met
  • you have so much to offer
  • you’re a work of art
  • let me be yours
  • i think about you, like this, all the time
  • my lips were made to meet yours
  • you are, of course, my every thought
  • i want to know you fully
  • together, we’d be a force
  • once wasn’t enough for me
  • i can’t wait until i can kiss you again
  • you look better out of your clothes than you do in them
  • your perfect face is the least beautiful thing about you
  • have you been thinking about me?
  • do you want me as i want you?
  • how long have you wanted this?
#* meme.#in a writing mood or a procrastinating mood? who knows but#either way I'm in a meme mood
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peacespun

the night didn't go as planned and, strangely enough, only continued to get weirder. the cases they've worked in the area all seemed to be connected to the same event: the appearance of the woman from the woods, speaking no more than an ancient language. there were roots of the modern tongue there that sam caught onto, thought hard to translate what little he could fumble with in return and he still wasn't sure that she completely understood him or if he had even spoken the words correctly, but the sentiment was there: we're not going to hurt you, we're here to help. there was talk of taking her to a hospital in the beginning, there still is. but everything they were following from their cases brought them to that specific spot, that specific moment in the blind of thick trees and a winding road. there was nobody else around for miles, it was just them. them and her.

he can't explain the logic of it. between hearing strong greek and watching her fall into his arms when he'd draped a big jacket over small frame, something in him was drawn to help her. and maybe it was right to take her to a hospital first, maybe they should have. maybe he got them in over their head with this woman that stands in the shower in the other room. he refused to leave her there, and already he felt it was wrong to leave her in the care of more strangers that perhaps wouldn't believe the things sam wanted to assume about her. because, reflecting upon all that they know, everything about that case was unsettling, mystical in a way that isn't new to them but still came as a surprise. almost ... ancient. things that only sam read about in legends and folklore surrounding, well ... ancient gods.

he's about to say something else to dean, admit to him that he was right and-- then the door creaks open, loud and sudden. as does the sound of a body falling to the ground, watching the woman scramble backwards when he approaches and pushes the door open, one hand out to her to signal to take it slow. then greek rolls off her tongue again and sam works to translate, taking a moment to fit the pieces together. " easy, " he says softly, " take it easy. do you have a name? "

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the door is pushed open and a man steps into the room. it's the same person who found her on the road, elaphia realizes — his length is a dead giveaway. she can see him better in this light. he is not just tall, but broad in the shoulders, with thick dark hair and brows, friendly eyes set in a handsome, chiseled face. despite his athletic physique, there's an awkwardness about him that suggests he may have grown tall before he grew up. last night (was it last night? or was it just some hours ago? it is light inside here, but she can't seem to figure out where the sun is coming from) she thought he may have been a god, but now she can tell he's human. handsome, possibly of divine heritage, sure, but mortal nonetheless. his movements lack the grace of gods, his aura is too friendly, too non-threatening. gods like to inspire at least a little fear.

he extends a hand, a gesture meant to soothe her, to approach her as one would approach a wild animal. greek rolls off his tongue, a little clumsy and wooden, but understandable nonetheless. easy, he tells her. elaphia remains mute, wary. he may seem friendly, but she's learned all too well that looks can be deceiving. take it easy. do you have a name?

gods. when is the last time someone asked her for her name? thousands of years ago, to be sure, when she was young and naive. she can still picture hermes sitting on that hill, between the firs and wildflowers, playing a flute he'd carved from reeds, sun-dappled hair glistening like gold, his silver eyes full of mirth at the sight of her. pretty nymph, he'd said, laughing when she wouldn't come any closer, hesitant then as she was now. what are you doing without your sisters? what's your name? a voice like the babbling brook, like a song, impossible to resist.

elaphia pulls the white garment tighter around herself. her green eyes search the man's face, trying to decide whether or not she can trust him; whether she even has a choice. she still doesn't know why she is no longer a doe, why the gods have granted her this... if the gods have granted her this. one of them must have freed her, but if it's not artemis, there may be hell to pay. the nymph licks her lips nervously, swallows. words are more difficult to conjure than she had imagined. " elaphia, " she says. " my name is elaphia. who are you? where am i? "

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#* sam.#peacespun#* supernatural au.#giRL i love this
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dazed and confused, hot water pattering on her face and body like rain in summer. elaphia cants her head back, looks up at the grey, gleaming object that the stream seems to be spouting from. she can't quite see, still blinded from the combination of blood, darkness and then those bright, bright lights. she replays the moment over and over again in her head: the rumbling sound, followed by an abrupt screech; the tall figure – a man, a god? – who'd said something in an incomprehensible language, the same words over and over again, a question she couldn't understand; her tentative reply ( i don't understand. who are you? what are you? where am i? ) that had appeared to stun him. he'd spoken again, but not to her this time, to someone or something else behind him. what had followed felt like a blur: warm clothing draped around her shoulders, the sense of being lifted off the ground, the feeling of something soft under her back. then deep sleep, until she had woken up here, inside a white room, water pelting on her face, fabric still wrapped around her.

she's discarded it since, wet and heavy. it lies on the floor beside her. her eyes follow the pink and brown that seeps down the drain, a combination of blood ( it is not gold, as it should be ) and dirt from her several falls in the woods. carefully, elaphia uses the walls to hoist herself up, legs still trembling from effort ( legs! soft skin, her hands, her feet, how she's missed them ). she steps out, wobbling, reaches for a white soft piece of fabric, some type of dress with a ribbon around it, presumably to tie it shut for modesty. it's warm and soft against her skin, too big for her frame, and heavy too. she's never seen or felt anything like it, but then this is all new, new and strangely magical. hot running water without a source, a white room filled with equally strange white objects... what strange land has she found herself in?

there's a sound of voices, close by but not visible. elaphia carefully and slowly moves towards it, breath held with every step she takes, afraid to fall again. there's a door ( she has never seen one before today, never needed one ), partly opened. she peers through the crack, blinking hard to try to sharpen her vision. two men, that much is clear, both tall and broad. she can't understand their language, but the words sound heated and worried.

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she leans on the door. it creaks, loudly. elaphia shrinks back, startled. her legs aren't stable enough to carry the movement yet and falls back to the ground, ass first. the robe covers some of the humiliating impact. a quick crawl backwards, back pressed against the cool tiles. heart pounds as she watches the door. " i mean no harm, " she says, voice shaky and husky from disuse, the greek soft as honey on her tongue. " i'm just lost. "

@silverschosen for sam <3

#silverschosen#* supernatural / au.#* sam.#testing out the new name at once and it feels strange but right??#also feel free to respond to this whenever <3 missed these babies
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i will be changing reem's name to elaphia, because the original greek makes much more sense. plus, ella/elle/ellie for short in modern verses is just-- perfect

#emerges from the dead just to announce this#been considering it for a while bc i actually debated between elaphia and reem when i first started this blog. and the original greek just#makes more sense in hindsight. it fits her better too? so hERE we go i guess. it's a big change but!! so excited for this#it will take some getting used to though bc i've had her for so long
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ichorimbrued​:

“   i wish i knew what we were up against.   ”          its easy to wish for the easy shit,      he could hear the sharp edge of his fathers voice clear in his mind as he flips another page to the book directly in front of him,      then the one beside it to read a rather imperfect translation.      keep working ‘til you find something in there thats useful,      the longer you take means more people die.      its not an easy thing to ignore,      a voice barking orders at him when they have only so much time before another innocent person gets hurt,      but he shakes the ghost of him free of his mind and brings focus to both @cerynitiis‘s words and those printed in the separate books under his eyes.
absently,     he nods without looking at her.     he wishes it too.     wishes that the answer was simple,      right there in front of his face.      then again,      maybe it was and he just hasn’t found it yet,      something lost in translation between one book to the other and the several more he has stacked in a seat beside him and the table.      if this doesn’t work,      if they leave the library empty handed,      he has nothing left to offer and doesn’t know what to do after.      they would go into this blind and winging their every move from that point forward.      and that in of itself leaves a pit growing in his stomach,      a knot tight in his chest.      it would certainly not be the first time they had gone on little to nothing,      but its not the news he’d want to pass on to dean.
and so they look.     they look and look for as long as they possibly can until their hand is forced.      surely there is something somewhere.      there has to be.      folktales,      legends surrounding the area,      “ghost stories” that were passed through generations about their unusual unfriendly.      anything with some kind of truth laced within.
sam sighs,     finally looking up at her and willing himself to give a small smile for reassurance.          “   i know,      but we’ll figure it out.   ”          we have to.          “   the answer has to be here somewhere.      and when we find it,      we’ll go get the thing.   ”
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he looks so tired.   weary,   that’s the right word.   his forehead is crinkled,   his beautiful eyes solemn and without their usual light,   though he forces a smile for her.   it does little to hide his worry.   reem reaches out without thinking,   letting her fingers travel feather-light across back of his neck,  tracing a pattern over his shoulders,   up to his chin so she can tuck her index under and hold his gaze.   it doesn’t matter how often she tells herself nothing could ever happen between them,  that he’ll never see her that way;   she still cannot resist touching him,   his perfect hair and suntanned skin, his day-old stubble,  the hardened round of his shoulder,  the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.   she can’t help the leap that her heart makes whenever their gazes meet.     “   we’ll figure it out,  ”    she echoes,    the words a genuine promise.     “  you’re trying your best.  ”

eyes drift to the stack of books on the table,  which are surrounded by several empty mugs and glasses,  as well as plates and what looks like an unfinished bowl of cereal.   it’s a mess,   which means he is more worried than usual.   the dishes look old,  with the exception of one mug,  which still has some old coffee in it.   she tuts at the sight and looks back to sam,   brows raised.   “  when’s the last time you had a break?   drank something other than coffee?   ate something?  and don’t tell me you can’t afford to have a break.   you’ll be able to concentrate much better with some actual food in your stomach.  ”   she lifts her free hand,  playfully rakes it through his thick hair before letting it rest on his cheek.    “  have a break.   drink some water.   eat something.   sit with me.   maybe take a short nap.   if need be,   i’ll read in the meantime.   you’ll be fresh when you get back.  hmm?   doesn’t that sound good?  ”

she doesn’t wait for an answer,   instead grasping his hands and attempting to tug him up,   though he’s too heavy for that.    “  come on,  you big lug,  ”    she teases.    “  come with me.   we’ll solve it over some dry, day old toast.  ”

#* sam.#* supernatural / au.#ichorimbrued#they're so sweet i missed them#this is late as hell#this was finished and in my drafts and i just forgot it was here oop
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" i have been told i've got a darkish personality. a few times. " he can't decide if he should be so amused by it or not though. regardless, he does make light of it. supposes that it comes with the territory: job and almost two hundred years of life. darkish may be a bit of an understatement at times. " it won't be a surprise if others are inclined to think so too. " @cerynitiis, ⛧

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" i get it. a couple of hundred years of this stuff will do that to a person. " a couple thousand years and it threatens your whole sense of self, your perception of the world, your faith in humanity. reem plays with her drink, musing on what these past few centuries have done to her. she can't deny there's been some improvement. witnessing what humanity is capable of, the good, the bad, and the ugly, has robbed her of the naivety that was always more of a curse than a blessing anyway. " it's all about balance, you know. a little bit of good with the bad. it doesn't fix everything, but it helps. oh, look at me forcing my advice on you like some old woman – i mean, i am, but... i'm sorry. it's strange, talking to someone who knows what it's like. it's weird not having to pretend, isn't it ? "

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#i hate what tumblr has done with this ew ew ew#anyway i'm back from the dead#for now#* abraham.#blednone#just two immortals having a nice casual chat
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