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hungrymage‌:

The boy grunts as her strike connects. From her place among the shrubbery, she catches brief flashes of him flying backward. She can’t help but feel slightly vindicated in her retaliation. 

Stomach rumbles loudly again and she begins to feel a little faint. Fingers fumble for her pouch during the time he takes to recover, unearthing another bread roll. It’s slightly squashed but still edible. Ilyana savors the sustenance, keeping one eye on her opponent. 

Fire begins to explode around her hiding place. Ugh, every time…

[Dodge roll: 9!] 

With a sigh, she runs a few more feet away, past the burning leaves. Mouth full, she doesn’t bother with a retort. Let her magic speak for her. With a flick of her wrists, she unleashes another jolt of thunder. 

[Attack roll: 13!] 

[HP: 1/1]

     due to the adrenaline, he hadn’t realized that his leg had also been slammed from the fall into the side of the hill and pain now jolted up through his calf.  her prior earth-shattering thunder strike had effectively staggered boey.  the statics rolled over his body as it simmered down and he went to take a step.

Dodge roll: 9, fail ! (HP: 0/2 )

     too slow to move away quickly enough, he was once again at the eye center of a storm.  pain shot to his foot and he winced, taking on another bolt head-on.  his heart stopped for a split second from the harsh vibrations rattling all through his body, then his vision blurs.

     “aagghh!  ugh.... i’m sorry, mae... i’ll have to...” retreat and leave it up to you, were his last thoughts right before his vision blacked out for a few seconds, his body crashing down to the ground in an undignified manner.

ROUND ONE: BOEY — LOSE

Coming over the hill he had used as cover, he spotted a student in the Golden Deer attire. Surveying his surroundings quickly so that he wouldn't be taken by surprise to his flank, he conjures up a spell of heat and flames, dancing in the air as it shot forward. [D20: rolled 17, critical hit.]

She tore a piece of bread off the roll in her hand. Battles were exciting and all, but who was the genius who decided to host a school wide event before they’d even eaten breakfast? 

That was unfair. The students had indeed eaten on their march to the field. Garreg Mach’s army rations tasted so much better than the gruel she’d been forced to eat back in Daein. Still, the apples and cheese left much to be desired. 

A bright ball of fire appears in the corner of her eye, just atop the hill to her right. Oh, right, the battle! 

[Roll: 13! Current HP: 1]

Ilyana sidesteps the roaring flames just in time. Stuffing the rest of the roll in her mouth, she opens up the tome clutched in her free hand and unleashes a thunder spell at the white haired mage. Honestly, people should know better than to interrupt a girl while she’s eating! 

[Roll: 9; hit lands!] 

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hungrymage‌:

Thunder crashed down in a useless shower of sparks. Ilyana lost sight of her opponent as he hid behind a tree.  She pushed herself off the ground, brushing dirt off her skirt. She almost reached for her little pouch, eager to check on the contents, when Zihark’s voice floated in her mind. 

Focus. 

[Dodge roll: 17! HP 1/1]

An arc of fire flared down, little tongues of flame landing along the grass. Ilyana ran for a tree herself. Again, she summoned her thunder, cape fluttering behind her as she raised her hands and aimed for his tree. 

[Counterattack Roll: Nat 20!]

     scanning the area, he tried to keep track of where that girl ran off to around the shrubs and— a sudden crashing clap of thunder overhead came down.

Dodge roll: 9, fail !  (HP: 0.5/2)

     with a loud grunt he didn’t know he made, his feet came off the ground as he got knocked over a few yards over, shoulder smacking into the bumpy curve of the nearby hill.  lightning crackling around his body, he winces as pain jolted up to his shoulder he landed on.      “ow!  what a fool of me to...” but he couldn’t waste much time being on the ground or else he could be forced into a position of a surrender.  so he forced himself up and snaps his wrist of his uninjured arm, sending down a flare of fireball shots around the area of the tree he suspected she was hiding by.

Counterattack roll: 11, crit hit !

Coming over the hill he had used as cover, he spotted a student in the Golden Deer attire. Surveying his surroundings quickly so that he wouldn't be taken by surprise to his flank, he conjures up a spell of heat and flames, dancing in the air as it shot forward. [D20: rolled 17, critical hit.]

She tore a piece of bread off the roll in her hand. Battles were exciting and all, but who was the genius who decided to host a school wide event before they’d even eaten breakfast? 

That was unfair. The students had indeed eaten on their march to the field. Garreg Mach’s army rations tasted so much better than the gruel she’d been forced to eat back in Daein. Still, the apples and cheese left much to be desired. 

A bright ball of fire appears in the corner of her eye, just atop the hill to her right. Oh, right, the battle! 

[Roll: 13! Current HP: 1]

Ilyana sidesteps the roaring flames just in time. Stuffing the rest of the roll in her mouth, she opens up the tome clutched in her free hand and unleashes a thunder spell at the white haired mage. Honestly, people should know better than to interrupt a girl while she’s eating! 

[Roll: 9; hit lands!] 

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hungrymage‌:

That bread roll should have lasted her another five minutes! As much as she complained about rationing food, she understood the value, especially on a battlefield. 

“Paying attention?” She replied. Clearly he’d never seen someone eat and fight before. “Bread is better toasted!” Everyone knew burnt food was awful. 

Fire roared straight for the remnants of the bread roll. 

[Dodge roll: 10!] 

Ilyana managed to avoid the attack just in time. Booted slipped on a rock; she landed with a dull thud right on top her snack pouch. Oh, this boy owed her now. 

Thunder crackled along her fingertips as she prepared another spell. 

[Attack roll: 6! no chance of hit]

[Glass build HP: 1/1]

     he retreated quickly to the nearby trees, lingering by the edge of the woods, using it as cover—despite how truly disastrous that would be if elemental magic ever came into contact with nature.

Dodge roll: 14, success !  (HP: 2/2)

     “do you just not care to fight out here—?”        her actions confused him.  she appeared as neither aggressively offensive nor frantically defensive.  he once again conjured up flames, having it thrust upward past the trees’ leaves and over in an arch, heading toward the downed opponent.

Counterattack roll: 11, crit hit !

Coming over the hill he had used as cover, he spotted a student in the Golden Deer attire. Surveying his surroundings quickly so that he wouldn't be taken by surprise to his flank, he conjures up a spell of heat and flames, dancing in the air as it shot forward. [D20: rolled 17, critical hit.]

She tore a piece of bread off the roll in her hand. Battles were exciting and all, but who was the genius who decided to host a school wide event before they’d even eaten breakfast? 

That was unfair. The students had indeed eaten on their march to the field. Garreg Mach’s army rations tasted so much better than the gruel she’d been forced to eat back in Daein. Still, the apples and cheese left much to be desired. 

A bright ball of fire appears in the corner of her eye, just atop the hill to her right. Oh, right, the battle! 

[Roll: 13! Current HP: 1]

Ilyana sidesteps the roaring flames just in time. Stuffing the rest of the roll in her mouth, she opens up the tome clutched in her free hand and unleashes a thunder spell at the white haired mage. Honestly, people should know better than to interrupt a girl while she’s eating! 

[Roll: 9; hit lands!] 

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Dodge roll: 15, success !  (HP: 2/2)

     boey darted to the side, still leaving great distance between the two fighters who both could use long-ranged spells.  there was potentially a lot of cover and gaining ground to maneuver to their advantages here.

     “hey! shouldn’t you be paying attention?” came a bewildered call from atop the hill.  to be eating out on the battlefield, even during a mock battle—really? had she not eaten, or was she just consuming for more energy?

     “here, i’ll roast your bread all warm and hot for you!”        with another rush of dancing fireballs, he directed them right at the food in her hands.

Counterattack roll: 6, normal hit !

Coming over the hill he had used as cover, he spotted a student in the Golden Deer attire. Surveying his surroundings quickly so that he wouldn't be taken by surprise to his flank, he conjures up a spell of heat and flames, dancing in the air as it shot forward. [D20: rolled 17, critical hit.]

She tore a piece of bread off the roll in her hand. Battles were exciting and all, but who was the genius who decided to host a school wide event before they’d even eaten breakfast? 

That was unfair. The students had indeed eaten on their march to the field. Garreg Mach’s army rations tasted so much better than the gruel she’d been forced to eat back in Daein. Still, the apples and cheese left much to be desired. 

A bright ball of fire appears in the corner of her eye, just atop the hill to her right. Oh, right, the battle! 

[Roll: 13! Current HP: 1]

Ilyana sidesteps the roaring flames just in time. Stuffing the rest of the roll in her mouth, she opens up the tome clutched in her free hand and unleashes a thunder spell at the white haired mage. Honestly, people should know better than to interrupt a girl while she’s eating! 

[Roll: 9; hit lands!] 

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thefetchingfletcher‌:

Leon had assumed Boey, like Mae and Celica, would be proficient at it. Didn’t they grow up in a priory? Eh, it was fine. Leon shrugged.

“Statues and temples… faith exists outside these things, right? Or it wouldn’t be faith.” He’d grown up with the sort of casual belief most Zofians had, but it wasn’t something he consciously thought of every day. Leon climbed a few stairs steps up to what seemed to be an elevated part of the temple, overgrown with moss and vines. It looked out at the rest of the ruins and the lake. Despite the disrepair, it was serene. He could imagine how the lake would be full of stars at night due to the open sky above them.

He sat down cross legged in the least mossy spot he could find and put his hands together like he was praying or meditating. Leon scrunched up his face and imagined bright white light or the sensation of wounds stitching together, but nothing happened. Leon opened his eyes and sighed. What did faith mean to him? Did it shape how he lived at all?

“I guess, thinking of how faith should move through me to someone else..” Leon propped his chin on on his hand, leaning forward on his knee. The parable that came to mind was an odd one to think of for healing, but it resounded with him.

“There’s a story of a king and a servant. The servant owed the king a huge debt, twenty years of wages, ten thousand bags of gold. He had no way to pay it and begged for patience and mercy, and the king granted it to him, and forgave it in full. Then, the servant went out and found a fellow servant who owed him a single days’ wages, and despite just being forgiven and unfathomable debt, had the other servant thrown in prison. When the king heard, the first servant was punished for his wickedness, for being so calloused after he was shown such mercy.

“The moral is that we cannot be merciless to others, unforgiving these small things. We’ve been given so much that how can we, aware of our blessings, not carry that goodwill and love to others? I try to see the world as full of love. I want to care for others, I always have.” Leon took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That’s what I imagine my faith to be. That we’ve been divinely blessed and given such unconditional love, what can we do but pay it forward to those we meet? Er, maybe I could’ve done better with Kamui-” Leon laughed a little. “But I try!”

Still no healing magic erupted from his fingertips. He supposed that wasn’t how it happened anyway.

“Ah. I totally forgot you have to use a staff.”

     “that’s... uh, quite the story.”  boey had opted to kneel formally with his legs tucked in under him.  this temple did not look too terribly out of shape and neglected as he had thought when he saw the building from the outside at the edge of the lake.

     vines dangle motionlessly from the ceiling, balconies, columns, and from cracks in the stone floor.  deep green mosses hugged every shadowy crevice and glimmered in the sunlight that breached into the temple.  the scenery almost right out of a painting and put into reality in front of their eyes.

     “white magic as we learned it is to serve,” he began.  all the thoughts flooding to the forefront of his mind from his memories.  remembering what wisdom and teachings nomah had bestowed upon him for that one day boey did attempt a hand at healing.  it was not until finding halcyon’s village in the lost treescape that he picked up some books on it which gave him an understanding boost to his training.      “first, you should love and care about others before you can be blessed with the power to save and support others.  white magic not only saves lives, but also purify the soul, even if it means shouldering their heavy heart in the process.”

     leaning forward, he used just his feet to push himself up to stand. 

     “if you are ready to hold many heavy hearts in your hands, then i’ll assist you in finding you a staff to start.  ...i only recently arrived, so i have not a clue who any of these saints are here—” an abrupt pause, realization quickly settling in over the informal, matter-of-fact tone he used to speak within the sacred temple.  then spoke louder for the saints above, “—i intend no disrespect.” 

Second Pilgrimage

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Bold any fears which apply to your muse.

Italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

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savboer‌:

Saber snorted, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he wandered over to his desk. “Don’t sound so surprised now, lad.” He nudged his chair out with his foot before taking a seat. He wasn’t one for all this fancy set up. Didn’t see what a student could come and ask him in an office that wouldn’t be better taught on the training ground.

Still, that wasn’t what this was about right now. “We’re old friends, aren’t we? Figured you might be happy to give me a hand with a simple problem here.”

He took out a pack of papers that had been pawned off onto him. Lesson plans He’d been told. From professors who were no longer present at the academy. All well and good, and he could figure out the intent and how useful they’d be. But that also posed the biggest problem he was having right now.

“Celica ever mention I was born in Rigel?” He asked, flipping through the papers. He did his best to appear calm, despite his own annoyance. “I can guess what you Zofians thought the education was like for anyone who wasn’t fancy enough in Rigel. And you’re likely right.”

Saber cleared his throat and, after a moment, held the papers out to Boey. “Fancy words. Big ones. I haven’t had much experience beyond what I needed to follow orders and do my jobs.”

     wait a minute.

                   say what? 

     okay.  okay.  he breathed through his nose.  okay.  this saber came from rigel?  he hadn’t heard of that from lady celica or anyone, and yet... 

   that made sense.        like a torch suddenly set alight in his mind as the pieces all came together.  was he just slow to realize?  or had saber kept it as a secret on purpose in order to get by on zofian soil or through zofian waters easier?

     boey watched the papers get ruffled through without much of a focused glance, as if only being skimmed through.  he could see that saber was not pleased with his current predicament, although an disturbed state of mind seemed present over his features.

     “so, what you are saying is... you can’t read?”  there’s a quizzical look etched onto his face, as if saying ‘you dragged me here for this?’—however his eyes looked like smooth, slippery black stones sitting in the shallow end of the calm sea.  boey couldn’t judge any ex-mercenary not being able to read beyond basic level, his own older brothers were the same.  could only read price numbers in silver and gold, hardly any words unless simple food names, and that was it.  everything else they needed to be read aloud to them, even at the market with the merchants (who were delighted to help in order to sell wares).

     he glanced at the stack, reaching out to grab them into his hand.  he stared at the contents of the first page—”Lesson Plans”—he blinked once, twice, then slowly thrice.

     “whoa hey, saber.  isn’t this paperwork for only professors that no student should know about?  you positive this is fine for me to read to you this fancy language of professors?”

too old to learn

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rudlm‌:

Several days—perhaps a week or so—after returning from Brigid, he hears of a wine-tasting event being held in the dining hall, and though he is not one to drink—alcohol always had such a distinctive taste and smell, and he doesn’t wish to consume any at the risk of always smelling it on his breath and tasting it on his tongue. (He once tried it in Valentia, and he was never fond of the taste nor how nauseous he felt after his senses became overwhelmed). 

It’s fine to just observe, he discovers when he enters the dining hall to explore. He’s been cooped up studying all day, and it’s nice to stretch his legs and take a walk. It’s an event, a lively one, one he’s never experienced before at that. Why wouldn’t he want to explore? 

An easy smile on his lips, he slips between students and faculty alike as he reads each of the names of the different wines and takes a moment to take in each of their scents—raspberries and strawberries; oranges and blueberries; blackberries and kiwis; apples and cinnamon—there’s no shortage of smells. He’s quite absorbed by everything when the sound of his name draws him out of it. 

Head turns, and Alm spies Boey next to him. He blinks several times, before a hand goes to his hips, and legs shift to primarily hold weight on one leg. “Boey,” he chirps, smiling widely at the acquaintance. His free hand raises to gesture behind him vaguely at the rest of the event. 

“I’m just here to explore. Alcohol really isn’t my thing.” He’d much rather have a tall glass of orange juice or something. “How was the trip from Valentia? Celica told me that you’d be coming.”

     seeing alm’s genuine smile put him at ease almost right away, the only reason his guard didn’t fully go down was due to being out at a public event full of strangers who were about to get drunk to the high heavens.

     drinking alcohol not being his thing—that was one thing boey could relate to on this stance.  he didn’t exactly recall alm going all out drinking like a madman during liberation celebrations after the felling of the war god.

     “oh, lady celica has told you?”  there was almost a tinge of surprise in his voice with how lightly he said it, then nodded curtly.  of course lady celica would love to tell all of their friends he was finally getting his butt over here!  who wouldn’t be happy to spread the good news when a stubborn man changed his mind?

     “the trip from valentia to here was... actually quite the experience i never thought i’d have.  i’ve never been out on a boat for more than a few days at a time, so spending weeks at sea was... different.”  boey wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it or not.  with no complaints would mean one did not hate it, right?

     “how about you, sir alm?  i do not believe i have heard of your travels being on any ships before coming to fodlan.  how has that been for you?”

❮Time to wine down.❯ // boey&alm

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swornprotect‌:

Jeez. Celica said Boey was coming to Fodlan but…how long of a trip was it? It sure felt way shorter when she was coming–you know, except for the torture of being stuck on a boat for months with only periodic port stops to break the journey. Where was he? She was growing antsy, hardly able to pay attention in class as she tapped her foot incessantly against the stone floor until Celica’s boot came to rest gently on top of hers. Whoopsies.

Smiling sheepishly, she attempted to keep her fidgeting to a minimum with…limited success. Absent fingers came to tug on the end of her pigtail with overflowing energy until the glorious sound of students packing up their belongings reached her ears. Mae bolted from her seat, nearly tipping the bench over as she scurried out of the classroom, eager to get away from the crowds for a moment. By the Mother, she was going to explode if this kept up. Jeez, Boey! Way to make a girl wait.

With a huff, she headed back in the direction of the classroom, meaning to organize her things before the next class….not that she really cared about tactics enough to pay close attention. Ears perked as new whispers rippled throughout the courtyard, Mae suddenly too distracted by a shock of white hair to pay attention. “Boey!” Without second thought, she ran towards him, throwing her arms around him as she placed a deep kiss on his lips. 

Breaking only for air, Mae smiled widely, still hanging off his neck. “Big Dummy–weren’t you going to send anything to let me know you’re coming? I had to find out from Celica! Not even a word, jeez!” She finally let go, hands coming to rest on her hips. “It’s been months and I know you had to have stopped at ports along the way so there is no reason I shouldn’t have gotten a letter. I write you every day and this is what I get?”

Ok, sure–maybe even if he had written, the letters wouldn’t have arrived before him. Or they’d gotten lost. Or something. But she knew he hadn’t even bothered to send one since getting on that boat from Novis. “Arggh–You are so frustrating, Boey! Why even bother coming here then, huh?” Forget that she’d missed him terribly to the point of (and she shudders to think about it) actually pining.

     he gasped in shock with an audible ‘ah!’ as flying pink came into his face with lips crashing onto his, boey’s pounding heart nearly jumped out of his throat.  the kiss was filled with tingly static and longing, and when mae pulled away, the ghost of her lips could still be felt lingering.

     “mae—!” he rasped out as soon air allowed him a moment of breath.  he stumbled on his feet at the sudden rocking of their physical actions from the embrace, and boey stands straighter to regain composure.

     he didn’t know whether to be relieved or not that mae wasn’t moping in her room and skipping out on lectures after all.  that instead being given an earful twice over with triple the thunder in her voice.  erratic thoughts bounced around in his head like a rapidly beat spoon in a pot full of stew—different scattered thoughts in the muddled sea during a storm.

     he opened his mouth, ready to fire back with quips and counters—but closed it once he got the quick message that mae was in serious distress.

     “i did not think it necessary!  ...not when i was coming here in person to properly express myself to you that no words are ever enough to convey it in letters.”

❮reunion; sparks fly❯ // boeymae

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( this means i'm morally obligated too now by vow of the Tradition ) N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

ask meme — valentine’s day alphabet( closed! )-

omg you’re incredible rai, haha. this won’t be as long or as in-depth as yours… i think (pretty sure). but here goes. 

under cut not for post length but for the nsfw nature of it, i ain’t holding back.

He’s the “save sex until a ritual day (like wedding night or holiday or a milestone traditional Valentian day)” kind of guy. He views it as a test of endurance, patience, and commitment. If he could wait that long, they were free to go all out as they pleased within private quarters and as bountiful as they desired.

As expected as first times usually go, it would be awkward and somewhat tense as he’d be worrying on appearing he knew what he was doing. He believes he should be knowledgeable about how sex works and how to stimulate a partner properly and all… except he doesn’t for half of it. To confront this difficulty, he’d approach it with a methodical view of “okay, this is what i do, and do this, then this, and that’s it?” only to find it’s much more complicated than that since sex requires a lot of more effort and heavy on stimulation ( either in foreplay or during intercourse ).

He’d need a lot of reassurance and talking with through. That him not knowing much what to do isn’t an end-it-all failure and that it’s still a learning experience. No one can simply study it in theory to master it after all. 

Most, if not all, of his kinks are learned through sessions.

He’s… pretty vanilla. Not exactly the type to think outside of the box and explore, so he’d need a very active, energetic, or kinky partner to draw him out of that shell.

He’d try almost anything once. Some of the weirder ones he’d need a lot of coaxing or convincing. As Boey’s rather vanilla, he doesn’t initiate a lot of these “let’s try this new thing for the first time” encounters, his partner would have to change things up. 

At first, he’d try to be traditional, but the fiercer the love is, the more willing he’d be to try new changes in the bedroom to spice things up.

 Below average dick length (about 4 inches to lbarely 5 inches).

While it may come up short, Boey’s a grower and has the girth to make up for it to help stimulate a partner in bed.

While erect, he curls upward and gets vein-y.

Semen taste… that varies a lot by the day and if certain foods are in season. Boey eats a whole variety of things. If he tastes nasty, his partner can tell he’s eaten a lot of fish, meat, or cheese recently. If it’s… not as nasty (and maybe pleasant), one can tell he’s eaten a lot of oranges, citrus, and veggies recently.

Not quite easily stimulated, but not frustrating taking long either. It takes him a few minutes to get going, but once he’s going, he’s a fierce lover.

Can be verbal. This ranges from a need of reassurance through communication and checking up on his partner if they’re comfortable and feel safe to some fun bickering moments during a session. He’s not the type to make sounds frequently as he feels it would be a turn off if there’s too much grunting or groaning or odd moaning or whispered words that may be too unflattering that it ruins the mood.

Attentive to how his lover reacts to what he does and listens to what they say during spurs of the moment. If something he does tick on a pleasing reaction, he’d mentally note that and revisit it during the same session or the next one, then go from there. As a pleaser, it isn’t hard for Boey to get on the same wavelength to keep up with an energetic bedmate’s pace and can get into the same mood for whatever kind they wish to take it in. He isn’t afraid to speak his mind either and say he wants to go slow and have romantic sex instead of an exciting, kinky one. He enjoys those just as much, if not more for the calm intimacy. 

Very particular about bathing/being clean right before and after sex. Cleaning up right after rather then just going to cuddle and falling asleep in a mess is another thing he prefers to do. Boey’s not fond of leaving messes, especially unpleasant and or sticky ones, and especially sleeping in it. 

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H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

ask meme — valentine’s day alphabet( closed! )-

He’s very present- and near future-focused rather than the general future, so he doesn’t think about love easily unless it’s at the forefront of what he needs (or wants) to do at the current moment, or possibly what he may see himself going after in the short-term of a foreseeable future.

Slow to love then falls in love a tad quicker, yet still not as hard as a sudden drop off a cliff. It’s more akin to a slope that steadily got more steep over time.

Once he’s all in and committed however, opening up his heart is no easy task initially during the early stages. But it takes just one or two deep conversations, and he can easily share his heart with the one he loves.

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G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

ask meme — valentine’s day alphabet( closed! )-

Being attentive to what people like and dislike, and their favorites above their likes is mostly an easy thing for him to discern, so picking out gifts should just be as easy, right?

Well, Boey’s much more particular about it. Just picking out a bouquet of daisies and giving it in abundance doesn’t sit right with him. He has to make sure there’s also not too many half-dead daisies, add a couple of other flowers as highlights, find a ribbon, mayhaps a vase too. He’s the detail-orientated gift giver rather than just the big, broad picture.

He thinks it would make receiver feel more special and unique in that sense with the additional thought and effort put into it.

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R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

ask meme — valentine’s day alphabet ( closed! )-

He’s the opposite of a cynic when it comes to romance, love, and affections but he isn’t a bubbly person either, so he’s more grounded and a realist.

Boey doesn’t mind dabbling in flowers, gifts, treats, romantic outings, bedroom time, etc., as he enjoys the intimacy and wants his partner to feel loved and wanted and cared about for. That even though the courting stage pretty much is done with after the wedding day, he wouldn’t want to stop doing these things as he sees it as a fundamental part of a continuous happy marriage.

[funslayer]

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

@jehannanmage asked: J: jealousy

ask meme — valentine’s day alphabet( accepting! )-

Pre-relationship;

It really depends on the person and how they act around others vs how he socializes with them.  If he has a crush on someone and that same person has eyes on someone else, he’d keep his distance in worry he’d come off as trying too hard to get their attention or to get their affection in return. If he can’t seem to have successful encounters with them, he’ll feel a tiny bit jealous seeing them get along better with others but also be hard on himself for being the way he is.

It’s never happened intensely nor has it gotten in the way of his work, but he feels it to a small extent when it does happen. 

Post-relationship; 

This is where all kinds of jealousy emotions just evaporate. Reaching the official relationship status would require a lot of trust and a “we’re on the same page” deep bond to get there. Once past that, he can trust his lover enough to know they won’t ever abandon him for someone else; to not ignore boey’s intimacy needs to the point there’s something wrong; won’t get jealous in turn over time spent apart and with other people. Boey prefers to be able to trust his lover even when he’s not around socially and he likes to see his partner being happy that they have earned Boey’s deep trust with some freedom.

[funslayer]

T U I

ask meme — valentine’s day alphabet( accepting! )-

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

He doesn’t really believe in “the perfect soulmate” fairytale/fantasy. There’s far too many people out there and many matches to happen, and he doesn’t like the idea of waiting for one to come or chasing after that fantasy just to find somebody. 

Rather, one can be grown with someone he comes to love into being “the true love” of his life. It can be nurtured and built into a much stronger bond and relationship, and that’s where he can truly believe in hard-earned true love.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

Heart aches by the possibility of being heartbroken by rejection, yes. But, he had never had it actually happen to him before.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

The first time saying it is the hardest. 

Boey fusses over a lot on when it would be the best time to finally say those finalized-for-life words. As he would only say it with all of his heart and commitment into it with someone he truly cares and loves for. They contain a lot of meaning to him.

Once that’s finally out, the subsequent I-love-you’s become easier over time. He isn’t the best at saying them randomly and with high frequency, but whenever he does get to say them, he means it with every ounce of energy put into that moment and that they aren’t just meaningless words to babble out without thought. 

From his partner, he gets flustered at first, but the more he hears it from them, the more it brings him peace like a morning song.

[funslayer]

L 🤪

ask meme — valentine’s day alphabet ( accepting! )-

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

Her hair bounces like pink carnations in the waves of flower fields on a windy day,those rosy pink eyes full of energy and delight never dulls, her body movies in such speeds she is like a lingering flash of lightning across the sky with the loud boom of thunder straight after,and most of all, her passion was most akin to magma that can barely be contained within his grounded but active volcano, as it will erupt eventually now and then.

The biggest mystery of who Boey is head over heels in love with right here. smh.

[funslayer]

X

ask meme — valentine’s day alphabet ( accepting! )-

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Absolutely doesn’t look like the kind of person to use pet names, but he totally does. 

They’re rare, maybe a little too rare that it would catch someone off guard when he says it ( and won’t repeat initially it if asked because too flustered , then gives in after some coaxing or some peace on it ). As far as he’s concerned, he only gives them to his romantic partner he was sure to spend his whole life with. He never comes up with any for friends or family. Future kids might be the only exception if an idea strikes him and he’s in the mood to be an affectionate father.

His style of pet names aren’t anything like adding ‘ee’ sounds to names (Bob to Bobby), but after an adjective or noun. He doesn’t use them to completely replace their names, though. It’s more like additional endearment on rare occasion.

In return, he gets very flustered and flabbergasted if someone uses a pet name with him or calls him one. With partners, he secretly likes them but won’t admit it ( maybe only once ). With friends or family, they’re more likely to draw out a more annoyed reaction out of him and he’ll try to insist to stop, but if the other person is the type to keep doing it like a part of their quirk, Boey just gives up because that’s not a hill he’ll die on.