[ the sensation of being swallowed by darkness is as terrifying as it's undoubtedly meant to be. Merida has no fear of the night, being from the time she is, shadows in the woods were more terrifying than the sun going down. but she had always been one to seek exploration, to wander farther than she should.
this is nothing like that. her stomach bottoms out, like peering down into the deep dark of the water or losing one's footing when climbing a cliff. when the low light of the den appears, she spares a thought to the idea that now she's trapped— wherever they are, she no longer has an open sky or her stallion to carry to her to safety.
recklessly, she sets the reminder aside. he twists his wrist, and licks her jaw and she bends her spine, surges up from the furs to battle him for dominance, twisting to wrestle him underneath her so she might climb onto his waist. ]
hi again
this is nothing like that. her stomach bottoms out, like peering down into the deep dark of the water or losing one's footing when climbing a cliff. when the low light of the den appears, she spares a thought to the idea that now she's trapped— wherever they are, she no longer has an open sky or her stallion to carry to her to safety.
recklessly, she sets the reminder aside. he twists his wrist, and licks her jaw and she bends her spine, surges up from the furs to battle him for dominance, twisting to wrestle him underneath her so she might climb onto his waist. ]