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kuro ily but phrolova and brant in the same patch is the absolute worst thing you could've done to me

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ㅤㅤCoincidences were a funny thing— unfortunately he wasn't one for believing in them very often. Ajaw would criticize him and say he was overthinking it, but more than once his suspicions proved to be well-founded. Of course, that didn't mean he believed them all to be true. It just helped to keep all his options open. The mention of bandits and the very caravan he'd been asked to track down set him on alert— though his expression gave no insight to this beyond a blink of his eyes. The hunter gave him a quick lookover, assessing the likelihood of his connection, before shaking his head in answer. " Afraid not. I happen to be looking for them myself, actually. I take it that was your order they made off with, then ? "

ㅤㅤOdd if that was the case. He hadn't known of many individuals that would travel this far just to check on their goods. Especially if it'd already been reported as lost or stolen with little news of getting it back. After all, Natlan was no simple ride away from the nations. " You travelled a long way for some fruits and spices. They must have been important to make the trip. "

            Leo didn't often have bad days, but this had been quite the annoying week. Just a few days ago, he received news that his latest shipment of Natlanese ingredients had been attacked on it's way out of the nation. This meant that his latest attempt at providing a more expansive menu was already off to a bad start, as having it travel as far as it needed to was not cheap.

Without connections in Natlan, he found it difficult to get any feedback on whether or not there was an ongoing investigation, which posed an even bigger issue for him. The thought of visiting the 'land of dragons' made him nervous as a dragon descendant himself -- the possibility of being exposed was high, but at this point he didn't have much of a choice than to handle it himself. The sooner he got those ingredients back, the better.

            Keen senses sniff him out before the dragon lays eyes on him, the vibrant green and yellow accents of his garments standing out against the warm-toned landscape. Leo had come to find that Natlan was quite a colorful nation, but due to their Saurian population, he wasn't inclined to stick around. "Eh? Well, nowhere in particular. Jus'... lookin' fer somethin' aye lost. Ya haven't seen a buncha shady bandits makin' off with a load'a spices and local fruits, have ya?"

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Remembering that Dawnmaker is supposed to be proportional to Phai's height and looking at how I made mine 6'5"........ I think I'd have a whole moment jfc

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" phainon --- ? oh stars , hey .. hey is alright. " bleary eyed and still partly waking up the star shifts to sit up in bed , hand gently caressing his cheek to do her best to soothe him out of the nightmare memory he had in his sleep. " .. its over , we're not even on Amphoreus right now. " \ star wife and sun husban // @poswiecenia

ㅤㅤIt's as if he were still trapped in those endless cycles. Some nights were kind and granted him a deep void. An empty nothingness to gaze into until the rays of dawn graced a sleeping sinner's form through the window. He preferred this to any concrete image his dreams might conjure. Because they weren't ever the soft embrace of a peaceful fantasy, nor were they a vibrant cacophony of all his favorite sounds. ( The voices of those he loved and missed ). It was a sky streaked with red and smoke filling his lungs. Flames licking the pillars of a building as it crumbled. Screams and cries surrounding him on all ends and he could do nothing to help. Nothing. Because HE was the very source of them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt was golden blood spattered across his hands. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCurses and pleas alike from those he cherished. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThey either hated or pitied him.

ㅤㅤIt was the mixture of their final words and last breaths and the heat that consumed him with each waking moment. The pain of a battered body with scars that no one could see. Hands that reached for and dragged him down-- no amount of struggling could set himself free. ( Not as if he deserved to be ). One set of hands would wrap around his throat with a grip that was both firm but gentle. And the eyes that stared back at him would be his very own.

ㅤㅤHe wakes each time with a start. Gasping for breath as if he'd just fought through the endless horde. The images don't leave, they linger in the air almost tangible, and the scent of burning flesh is heavy on his tongue. Frantic eyes look but don't see as he's lost in the memory. Apologies swarm through his mind but never form on his lips. A soft touch attempts to break through the haze, but he's still lost to the destruction. It takes much too long and several scared, confused blinks before the scene begins to fade and his eyes finally focus.

ㅤㅤBreaths still come short and quick, but his tight grip on the fabric of the bedsheets slowly loosens. Her face... is one he recognizes. Is she worried ? Or is she scared ? He tries to say something, but the words won't come out. The only option left to him is to lean his head against her shoulder. Eyes shut and if tears were meant to fall, they scarcely even get the time to form.

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When do you gaze at your soulmate?

When they're working.

ㅤㅤsee this is what you love most. their eyes light up and no one can do it quite like them. whether they are a fighter or a healer. whether they are full of grace and gentle poise, or brute strength and wild energy, you love them when they are at their purest form. raw and unfettered. unadulterated by social cues and careful masks we all wear. when they are just them, trusting their instincts, using their experience, relying on the skills they earned. ㅤㅤthis is when you heart swells with pride. and you can never decide if you want to interrupt them and draw them into your arms with a hungry, appreciative kiss. or if you could sit there and quietly observe them for hours with more satisfaction than anything physical could bring.

Tagged by: @fleuredelys ty again !! Tagging: @poswiecenia (any) @tartagla @blindfoldcd (lucie) @lovesfolly

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François Truffaut, L'Histoire d'Adèle H. (𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟧)

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— melfessity (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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ㅤㅤHe can't help but laugh— though he did try to keep it in— and only hopes Eros would let it slide this time. So saw the beginning of their playful little banter. Phainon never was quite good at backing down from a challenge. Even one so silly and simple as this exchanging of words. " The town, you say ? I'd best be careful then. Who knows how many jealous suitors I'll have coming my way. " A cocky little grin makes itself known as he pays a quick glance to his friend.

ㅤㅤ" Although, I might need to warn you in kind. I'm not exactly unpopular myself, you know. " Hah, as if he'd actually speak of himself that way ! Even if it was true. The Deliverer always chose to ignore what others might say and remained a humble young man from the countryside. ( Of course some would claim this only added to the appeal ). Any one of his friends would've been able to call him on it.

     “ Mmhm, as you should be really. I'm quite benevolent, didn't you know? ” They stick their tongue out in return. Suppose he has a habit of making them a bit childish in turn. While friendship with most others is still newer – something they need to keep learning about, friendship with Phainon is always rather simple. Easy. There's a pattern in the way they interact and the things that happen when it comes to him. Eros has learned those patterns in the years since they've met.

     Whether he'd meant it or not this time, it wasn't like they had anything else to do today. Why not accompany him and see a few of the other heirs? There's simply a grin that plays on those painted lips as they glance up at him. “ Oh, yes, you're very lucky. Talk of the town with a pink haired beauty on your arms. ” A roll of their eyes despite that smile never falling. It's fun to poke him and see the reactions they'll get. See how fair they can push and get a push in return.

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ㅤㅤNatlanese ? Well, he'd certainly never heard that name before. Now it was certain this fellow came from one of the many worlds Lumine had traversed. The twitch of an ear doesn't escape his notice, but he's careful not to stare too long. ( Although it did pique his interest. The only other person he'd known with similar traits was the demigod of trickery ). He'd always been curious about others.

ㅤㅤ" Nice to meet you, Oloron. You can call me Phainon. Oh— here let me help you with that. " He moved to take the crate from him and carried it inside, setting it down on the nearest table. " These look well grown. I'm sure, ah, Tumaini will love them. " Did Oloron know her by the other name or was is just the one ? Suppose it was better to be cautious for the moment.

ㅤㅤ" Sorry you missed her, by the way. She was actually just here not too long ago. I'll be sure to tell her you stopped in. "

( 🦇 )   OLORON HAD ONLY visited a handful of times in the past , oftentimes to enjoy the space it provided when he needed some space to get away ( though granny citlali made it difficult since she too had allowance to this odd little space as well so it was usually short lived ) or plant seeds that he brought to share with his friend. this time it seems that his good friend had another friend by ---- one that seemed to be busying himself in the dirt of one of the gardens ? kindred spirits !

OH HE'S TALL .. and rather handsome. tumaini had such fascinating friends .. where this one came from he'd little clue but he smiles as he lifts the crate within his hands somewhat. ❝ THE LAST TIME she came by she mentioned that she'd missed natlanese mushrooms and fruits ---- while the mushrooms are those picked myself elsewhere i did grow the rest , yeah ! ❞ the short tail of the bat wags back and forth behind him as his lone visible ear twitched to the side.

HANDSOME YET HOLDING such .. turmoil inside him. fascinating.

❝ MM .. MY NAME'S oloron --- ! what's yours ? ❞

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" --- thank you polyxia .. " the maiden of death's voice is sudden as phainon comes walking out of the entry of the home within the teapot. looking to the side and up the sun would spy polyxia's large dragon form blocking the garden as castorice used her sister - dragon's height to pick a few fruits from the tree .. only to pause and blink with a small smile when she caught sight of phainon. " oh ! lord phainon .. its been some time, " \ honks a clown horn :3 // @poswiecenia

ㅤㅤThe swordsman had just woken from a much needed nap and sought to pick a few fresh fruits and vegetables for a small meal. After what had to be a good few weeks, many of the crops he'd planted were finally beginning to show. Needless to say, he was quite eager to savor those first few bites. What hadn't been part of the plan, however, was the looming shadow of a most unexpected guest the instant he stepped foot outside. It took a second for the familiar voice to process as the sun was much too stunned to speak for a moment. His body momentarily confused on whether it should have been on guard or not— normally there weren't any threats in this little tea pot realm. Just the occasional new face.

ㅤㅤBlue eyes travelled between the gentle maiden and her... sister-companion before settling on his friend once more. Soon enough, he was able to laugh at the pleasant surprise. " Hello, Castorice. Wasn't expecting to see you here. Is this your first time ? " Memory couldn't recall the owner of this realm mentioning anything before. Then again, it wasn't as if he were a permanent resident either. There's a good chance they'd simply missed each other before then.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDO YOU FIGHT FOR GLORY ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤor do you die for peace

A STUDY IN grief, loneliness, and what it means to be human. of yearning for love but being too afraid. those that are broken but fight the hardest.

ind. sel. multi-muse authored by VALE • est. 2023 • feat. lupa from wuthering waves and other muses from hoyoverse and varying media. unaffiliated with any and all fandoms I write in. please read rules before following. mun is 25+ minors do not interact. (©)

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yo i hate this event but it's EXTREMELY funny that i got the boss kill by ramming mavuika's bike into it as it spun away

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WUTHERING WAVES (2024) dev. Kuro Games "Flames of Heart" + (some of) my favorite quotes

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ㅤㅤEyes closed in delight with himself, followed shortly by his chuckle. Yep, that had been worth it. " Too early ? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. " There was no such thing as too early when it came to poking fun with her. " Although, I do appreciate the flattery. I think you're quite good at it. "

ㅤㅤHe was messing with her still. And she would let him get away with it every time. Something about his ' boyish charm ' and sunshine-y demeanor. Did he take advantage of these when it came to the star ? Maybe. But again— who could blame him ? Surely, a few harmless antics had to be okay if it was focused on just one person. " Please, do continue. "

( 🌙 ) BLINKING , THE STAR looks up to the taller figure that practically left her dwarfed in his presence , initially aiming to place a hand on her hip in a playful manner to respond to his antics. however the taller moved first and took hold of her hands --- effectively trapping her , this act did little to distract her but his words instead took the prize in that regard.

GODS HE'S NOT .. he is. he has to be doing it to annoy her 'fore huffing .. she didn't need to spell it out did she ?  ❝ PHAINON .. ITS SO early for you to start with that. you're beautiful and seem to be happy with yourself at the moment --- don't even .. ! ❞   while it seemed that she did choose the latter .. the jest still made her smile as she rolled her eyes. 

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ㅤㅤ" I know, I know. What a great service you have done me, dear friend. I am forever in your debt. " A dramatic little tease was Phainon's slightly childish response. He would, however, admit once more that they did have a point. Aglaea was very likely to already know about his injury. She might have even been waiting for his arrival to send him off on her own, just as Eros predicted. It wouldn't have been the first time this happened. ( They didn't need to know that ).

ㅤㅤHe'd scarcely taken a step before the smaller attached themself to his side, earning a surprised stare. Mouth opened to pose question, only to close the next instant with that familiar nickname. ' Ah... so that's it. ' They were doubtful of him. Truth be told, it was a smart call to make. Even if he was being genuine this time. Light laughter flows from the swordsman as they begin walking. " A personal escort from your esteemed self ? This must be my lucky day ! "

     “ She probably already knows even. So I've saved you a lecture and you're getting healed. You're welcome. ” They straighten up and adjust their parasol before setting it on their shoulder once more. A hold on their hip as they watch the pathetic attempt he makes to hide whatever soreness has begun to creep into his bones. What would he even do without them? Probably get yelled at for being impossible or not taking care of himself.

     Eros turns on a heel before stopping. And they wrap one of their arms around his, chest puffed out slightly. No – actually, they do not trust him to actually go and find Hyacine or tell her about what's bothering him. He'd probably only say that he had. “ Alright, let's go then, Snowy. ”

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ㅤㅤ" Hmm... So this flower means... gratitude ? " He looked to the florist for confirmation, although he was confident in his answer. As both a hopeless romantic and magician, Lyney liked to consider himself decently well-versed when it came to the language of flowers. Any claims otherwise were simply him playing the part. That said... it had been a fair while since he'd meant to convey any such message through soft petals and pliant stems. He needed to make sure he wasn't losing his touch ! Why, that would just be a disaster !

╰┈➤ ❝ @blindfoldcd