"Being An Adult Means You're Ready To Take On Any Problem"

"Being an adult means you're ready to take on any problem"

Excuse me?

Since when?

Every adult I know has avoided problems or make them even worse of what they are? You wanna know where all my fears, anxieties, and traumas come from? Look at the grownups in my family and you'll know.

Honestly Tia, let's be honest here. Avoiding problems is the main idea of adulthood.

My volume was all the way up on my headphones and I don't have eardrums anymore

Just a little song that makes me think of Gwynriel. ❤️

This is racist and I promise you that we, non-native English speakers know more English words than you simply because we want to be able to embarrass people like them when they say things like this.

Shut up and go back to the whole you came out off. I stan Gwynriel because the text is canon, not fan-made. My English has absolutely nothing to do with me shipping them.

Imagine being so fucking racist. It's literally xenophobia and giving, "Nonenglish speakers don't understand English so we can bully them and be rude."

Hold you

Something came over me and I just followed the flow. Enjoy.

Gwyn was not okay.

That was the first thing Azriel realized as he saw her doing her swift elegant movements with the daggers in her hands. Her steps were light and her posture perfect but there was something that seemed broken in her.

Every move was powerful enough, as if she were cutting through her nightmares.

So he stepped on the ring, and stared at her until her eyes focused on him.

Slowly, he took out truth teller and started moving it the same way she had been until a few seconds ago. And together, they started a dance with daggers.

Azriel moved with her, feeling as if a weight were being lifted from both of them. Silence flooded his brain, his shadows dancing around them both.

He moved to the left and twisted around her as she did a perfect slice so close to him the dagger almost cut him, but he trusted her and trusted that if she had to cut him into a thousand pieces to be able to find peace, he would let himself be cut until her light came back.

A ragged breath came out of her mouth, barely a sound but it shook his soul. He felt the need to hold her, but he would not touch her, not until the shadows left her eyes or until the nightmares ran away.

He would allow himself to stay standing until her feet stopped moving and if it took a hundred years then he would stay there all the time just so she could know that she was not alone, that she would never be alone, that he understood.

All the nightmares and fears, if he could, he would kill them and tear them out of her beautiful mind but until he could do that, he would stay there and hold her in the small ways he could.

Silver lined her eyes, and he felt his throat closing in agony at the pain he could see there. He wished he could take it all away, wished he could prevent all the pain.

He wished she hadn't been broken or damaged, he wished he could be able to turn back time to before she had been so hurt it had left a shadow in a thousand dimensions.

It was too late now to avoid it, so he would hold her.

If she laughed, if she cried, if she smiled, if she screamed, if she decided to tear the world down to the last of its pieces he would let her do it; if he had to challenge the gods to let her have a second of peace, he would do it. He would tear the heavens and stop the thunder if it meant stopping her pain, he would stop the ocean or block the sun if it brought her happiness, he would find her over and over again and hold her until his last breath and then beyond that.

He would move with her every step of the way if she allowed him to, he would hunt down her nightmares and become their nightmare, he would move earth and sea to see her happy and bring her peace.

He would burn castles and bring down kings for her, he would allow himself to be brought to his knees at the sound of his name on her lips.

Their pace increased, and so did the beating of his heart.

She was wonderful. Fire and light, thunders and hurricane, she was the smell of the rain and the comfort of books, she was the shadows that had found him a hundred years ago, she was the bird that had landed on the small window of his room when he was a child, she was the air that touched his face the first time he took the air.

The mother could put him in another timeline but he would fight time and galaxies to see her and make sure she was safe. He would love her with his life and then love her in his death.

She would be his beacon of fire on the darkest nights. He would move towards life because of her, because of her smile.

Her dagger was at his wrist and he moved with her, their eyes on each other while they shared the same breath.

He could die, he decided, he could die and his only regret would have been not having enough time with her.

Their movements stopped, their eyes on each other, their breaths one and the same.

That's how the bond snapped for them

Uh-huh, me like very much

Extremely thrilled to finally post my big feast for @gwynrielweeksofficial 🖤 enjoy!!

Commissioned with Artcraawl (here)

You don't ask me anything but I imagine Azriel singing this and I'm on my feels now

I'm off to write a fanfiction of Az singing this and Gwyn catching him, bye