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luocha smells like sandalwood, jasmine, and... something else.

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what ghost haunts you

the ghost of the damned

you rot with the need for something more than what you have. the ghost is built up of the feeling of stagnation. you find it staring at the ceiling with sleep - blurred vision ; this is the third night you have met its eyes in the early hours of the morning. you tear yourself apart looking for comfort, for validation, for acceptance. but it never feels quite enough. you ruin everything you touch, despite every attempt to be more than what you have always been. you would sculpt yourself as something perfect for those around you, but you are no artist.

when albert camus wrote, “be silent, heart; there is no hope!” when lucille clifton wrote, “ maybe i should’ve wanted less. maybe i should’ve ignored the bowl in me, begging to be filled. ” when taylor swift said, “i’m still on that tightrope, i’m still trying everything to get you looking at me.”

tagged: @artisaen ( ty <3 ) tagging: @warmarshall , @furiaei , @silveras , @knghted , and anyone else who'd like to see what they get :)

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Me when the bad guy does bad things

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@shrineofprophecy: Who doesn't want to flirt with a man carrying around a coffin? Just think of his biceps

   " ah, a very interesting point you make. "  he will not ruin the illusion by mentioning that the coffin is...  a bit lighter than it looks. for him that is.

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@metalcasings: scare, then flirt

   " i'll admit, i am... getting mixed signals here... " 

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this is harassment... u - u

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      they ask question he has heard many times before;  what is it? how does this constitute as a form of trade? what's inside? he does his best to answer truthfully, without revealing very much. the secret of his bargain is his own. " that would depend. " luo/cha hums, palm resting against the surface of the coffin now. " are you interested? " a joke, obviously. " i'm certain i could find you a suitable one. "

" huh. " a hum, he's seen weirder. much weirder. arms fall across his chest, simply watching for the time being. watching and waiting, waiting, waiting. it's the waiting that always irks him, how the act of existence itself can be so difficult. " do you sell them then? " a finger lifts to point. " the coffins? "

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luocha has appeared, you...

Blow a kiss Scare Flirt Kick

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Luocha's talent, skill & ultimate 🍃

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      it is actually much lighter than it looks, for him. the casket thrums a soft note to him, heard by no one else- a response to the knock. luo/cha otherwise, makes no move to stop them. " oh it's not for me, this is the tool of my trade. " a simple answer, nothing more. " one of them anyway. i'm here on business you see. "

" looks pretty heavy. " knuckles rap against the side of the coffin, barely avoiding contact with it's owner. movement as fluid as ever. " so . . . getting ready to meet your maker? " / @abyssah.

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why is he like this

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@oneireth asked: [  duel  ] from caelus! ( maybe not with each other, but fighting someone else )

     luo/cha usually preferred not to engage in combat. but there are times when it cannot be helped. and it is only when the nameless shows a degree of exhaustion, that he steps in. " allow me to help. " a gentle touch on the shoulder. they are plenty capable, but it is the least he can do for their efforts here. and the ample distraction they've already provided, for his intentions to carry on unnoticed here. ---  despite his own admission to the opposite, he is clever with his sword. a thin rapier, it's light but sturdy frame, an extension of himself. he may not seek out conflict, but he is light on his feet and clearly experienced. each step akin to a dance; just as thoughtful and intentional. and, having been given just a moment to steel themselves, the trailblazer joins the fray again.

ah--  he can certainly enjoy it;  the tempo of a good fight.

he is a merchant by trade, who also practices in medicine and healing. admitting something like that aloud would sound quite strange. so he will enjoy it for now, quietly, making short work of their enemies. allowing caelus to take the lead on this... now that they are good and ready to do so. and when it is done, he stands ready to continue as they were. " impressive. you should let me see to any injuries though, before we move on. " a small smile.

" it is the least i can do. " 

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

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luo/cha's line about not being a fighter? a lie. this man is very good when it comes to swordsmanship. he moves quickly, and elegantly with his rapier. not even including whatever tf he's got in his coffin,, coming out and just ?????

building upon the idea he's very good at reading people; it applies to duels & combat as well. for him honestly? sword play is not unlike dancing. another talent that he excels at. applying both these to combat, he's actually a challenge to keep up with if you're not expecting it.

being that his primary form of work is that of a 'merchant' & he's a medic with some fairly unorthodox methods... he is likely not to resort to fighting very quickly. only using weapons at his disposal as a last resort. entirely circumstantial.

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@paramythas : [ flower ] sender places a flower behind receiver’s ear. (from abi)

      the gesture follows abruptly after his hair has been braided. it is just as she said;  loose, flowing, and comfortable. this side of abigail is just as compelling as the other, as is the ability to shift between them. a necessity, no doubt, with her position in things. not a place he envies in the slightest--  it's just good to give her some time to relax, so to speak. 

there is a slight tilt to his head, as he looks in an offered mirror. the flower she has tucked neatly behind his ear, is a soft, pink rose. the color suits him better than he thought it would. hmm...

" not a hair out of place ~ " gloved digits curl at his chin, thoughtfully. then a small despondent noise- as if he has realized something. " such a shame... i don't think i'd be able to replicate such handiwork. " it is a bit difficult to braid one's own hair, he's usually content with a much more free flowing style. " suppose i will have to come back to you if i wish to have it done then. if you'd be willing, of course. "

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

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@knghted asked: [  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood. / hi bestie

      how unbecoming of the exalted knight of beauty. or... perhaps it is precisely how they should be. coated in crimson, a wash of gold and silver and red, wounded as gravely as they may of wounded another. fairy tales speak of chivalry, of honor and comradery. but what do they say of gods? of aeons, who's gaze can often be a hard won blessing, or a poorly delivered joke. luo/cha has seen first hand, time and time again, what people will do in the name of a higher power.

ar/genti is no different, though their devotion takes the shape of self mutilation and risk taking. the notion that they are more likely to see their aeon through near death... is almost enough to make him laugh. why must he grow so close to people, who are willing to throw themselves on the fire. all for a higher power that could care less for their plights. and yet... here he is.

" are you pleased with yourself? " he asks, tone gentle. it contradicts the frustration he feels at the state of his friend.

the light behind him casts much of him in shadow, a visage more becoming of an agent of death. only part of the story;  he will help. " did you see your beloved idrila? " luo/cha's looming form crouches now, close enough that he can reach out. there really is no need to assess the damage done, but he'd like to see. emerald gaze narrowed, disappointment clear in the twitch of a brow. " tsk...  if you are going to throw yourself into these situations so carelessly, you should at least warn me. " leaning closer, he tucks an arm behind the other's back. pushing them forward, as the other raises to show a twinkling symbol. " you're lucky i wasn't very far. "

healing them is easy, his gift of abundance knits flesh and armor alike. though it can do very little for the blood, the process does not take more than a few minutes. during which, both are deathly silent.  do they feel ashamed at all? luo/cha will not ask, to do so would be an embarrassment to the knight.   

" now let's get you cleaned up hm? you smell awful. "

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

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nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain