I’m sorry to spring this on all of my followers, but I’m going to be putting this blog and all of my other blogs on an indefinite Hiatus. Spending four days just away from tumblr itself has me happier than I’ve been in a while and I’ve realized it’s just been hazardous to my mental health as of recently.
I don’t know when I’m going to be coming back, but I might end up not doing so. I’m going to focus on actually writing short stories and keeping my attention so I can chase my dream of writing an actual book.
Love you all and I’m sorry, but if you want to still RP with me or just talk to me elsewhere, my skype is scotchwithasideofass and the name for the account is Tony ‘Scotch’ Stark. Just tell me who you are and if I know you or have talked to you before, I’ll add you.
♕ —— He blinked. Then again. Still going over the words this prince just said. The reindeer looked straight at him. Sight drifting down to the stone pavement below them both. The bulky shoulders rolled back, eyes softening from the glare he had. Was he feeling pity for this monster? Possibly. The prince was banished from his own home, and yet he decided to come back to Arendelle. With a new family. Sven glanced back up to him. Tilting his head slightly as he stared into the emeralds.
[ No longer prince. ]
❂ –– The reindeer was relaxing, dropping it’s guard and giving him a bit of breathing space. Figuratively, of course, because with the glare now softened and off of him, Hans could breathe more easily. There was less of a chance that the animal was going to charge at him. But even because of that, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t be cautious. It was a mistake to do so around any large animal.
“Sven… right?”
He might have heard the mountain man having called him that when he was being fished from the water after Anna’s punch.
❀ –– Anna smiled slightly to herself, ran her fingers along the top of his spine, feeling the edge of the bone and drawing patterns and shapes around it. Really just occupying her fingers, as she was always a restless girl.
Silence went on and on between them, but it was a comfortable one. She let it hang, she indulged in it; it was a good change of pace. Quiet, dimly-lit rooms, a warm body, the gentle swaying motion of the boat carrying them over the seas…no feelings of inadequacy beside the beautiful Queen. No rules about what was proper and what was not. Just Hans and his smell and his touch and his voice- and then she knew what she wanted.
❝ Hans, would you… ❞
This took more courage than she thought she had to give, but she would certainly try. It was what she wanted. And he had never crossed a boundary she didn’t give him permission to cross- so-
❝ Come lay with me? And - sing? ❞
❂ –– Keeping his head resting against Anna’s, Hans gave a soft smile as he felt her fingers drawing different patterns along the top of his back. He continued to run his fingers along her back, listening to her breathing and focusing on her movements.
If anyone had told him that he would be in this position a year ago, he would have laughed from sheer disbelief. But to have Anna resting in her arms and for the two of them to be so close–Hans couldn’t be any happier. When she spoke up, he looked back down to her, raising a brow and waiting for her to finish. And when she did, brows raised in surprise.
He wasn’t going to turn down a request from her, though.
❝ Do you want to go to your room or just move to the bed? ❞
