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       {♥}~ Blinking several times in mild confusion at her reaction to his words, it took him a moment to catch up with what she was saying. He couldn’t even begin to claim that he was used to such situations, but he wasn’t given much time to think of a response to her words. A hand clamping around his wrist, and leading him along before he was granted the chance to even considering protesting the action. “U-Um,” was about all he managed to mutter out. “I-Is there something else you would prefer to be called then?” Probably not what he should have been concerned with at the moment, but it was what the submissive man managed to say regardless.

        “O-Oh.” Had she not brought up kidnapping the thought likely wouldn’t have crossed his mind, but he also didn’t consider himself to be in too much danger. Aeron and he were connected, in a sense, and thus the painting could always locate his creator if he sensed something off about Casimir’s wellbeing. So, there wasn’t anything to worry about, right? Maybe, assuming Aeron would bother to come to his rescue assuming he was truly in danger. But the stranger seemed kind, so he made no move to resist the invitation. “Thank you.” Yes, he just thanked a stranger for dragging him off. No wonder Aeron nagged him whenever he left the house without telling the other. 

  “Miss, he says—” She coos in a high-pitched voice, a matching flattered giggle escaping her lips. “How very polite. Or maybe you’re just a charmer, who knows. Well, I do suppose I am a ‘miss’, but I also still suppose it’s much healthier for you to go inside than to remain outside—” And before the youth can protest, she takes him by his wrist to lead him inside her trailer.  It’s been a most boring market day, with very few people coming to see her, so Farah takes pleasure in inviting (perhaps somewhat forcefully so) random passers-by in; just to get to know them, so to speak. The boy seemed somewhat troubled as well, but then everyone had troubles these days — all the more reason for her to hear the tale and offer her help, no? "Come, come, I’m only going to offer you something hot to drink; it’s much warmer and cosier in my home too. And I solemnly swear I will not kidnap, torture or drug you,  if you happen to be worried about that —”

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        {✂}~ A moan slipped past the painting’s lips, as the irritating sound of Lucy barking began to register in his mind. His body lazily rolled onto to his side in order to glare at the obnoxious canine that his creator seemed to love so much. How, or why, well, that was completely beyond Aeron’s understanding. Heaving a loud groan at the dog, he fished out the pillow his head was resting on to chuck it at the Collie. Missing his mark by a mile, as the soft object slammed into the front door instead of the dog. “Be quiet…” He managed to force out, as he tried to shove his face into the aged surface of the couch in a pitiful attempt to drown out her high-pitched speech.

        Only willing to acknowledge the situation again when he heard a rather faint voice, though due to his poor hearing, as well as Lucy’s barking, he couldn’t make out what it had said or where it came from. Annoyed, he shoved himself up in order to give Lucy a firm talking to, for anything else would result in him sleeping in the barn for a week. Frustrated gaze glancing from the dog to clock briefly at first before backtracking in order to stare at it. Wait…wasn’t something going on today. It took a few moments for him to dig through his brain for the information, finally remembering that Casimir had gotten some job for some modeling company or something akin to that.

        A curse fell from the painting’s lips, hadn’t he told Casimir not to go out today for that reason? But here he was, and the painter was nowhere to be found. Not that Aeron could remember where the man told him he would be, as that would have taken far more effort than the painting was willing to extend.

        Shoving himself up from the couch, he crossed the short distance to the door as he tried to shoo Lucy away from the door, but his attempts only resulted in the canine snapping at him. With a sigh, and one last glare in the dog’s direction, he stepped around her in order to get to the door. Well, he hoped this guy liked dogs, as Aeron sure as heck wasn’t going to deal with Lucy. Not that she was violent in nature, but the two didn’t really get along. Well, more like Lucy hated the painting and everything he stood for.

       Yanking the door open, he didn’t bother to soften the already agitated expression on his visage. As far as he was concerned, this was, somehow, entirely Casimir’s fault for feeling the need to go out on a day when he knew he had a job to do. “You that model that’s supposed to come here today?” Lucy snorted at the man’s blunt nature. No one in their right mind would ever call Aeron a pleasant person. “He’s not home. Guess you’re just gonna have to wait a while, pretty boy.” He waved lightly to the other before turning around. Not bothering to tell him that it was fine to come in, after all it was quite cold out.

        Huffing at Aeron’s rude greeting, Lucy slipped past the painting to lean against the door, keeping it from slamming in the other man’s face. Tail wagging enthusiastically; as if she was trying to tell the other that was simply Aeron’s way of saying he could come in. Not that she would defend Aeron, but they also desperately needed the money this job was paying. “You gonna come in? She’s gonna hold that door open until you do,” Aeron finally stated. At least he was making a weak effort to not chase the other off. But he certainly wasn’t doing a wonderful job as a host. 

「☾」;; — He should’ve paid more attention to the forecast like his guardians instructed to him to do, but he was running out of time; he was going to be late! He hastily grabbed his scarf and wrapped it around his neck, tugging on his jacket as he ran over to the door. He dug into his deep coat pockets to check if he had everything; phone, keys, watch, piece of paper with an address on it and, of course, a small bottle of moisturizer to keep himself from skin from dehydrating. His hand reached out to pluck his parasol from the many array of umbrellas, opening the parasol and holding it over him as he left his house. 

     The place he had to go… he had to take a train to get there. With a mad dash to the train station, he manages to make it there in record time. From all the time he spent using the train, he easily purchases a ticket and runs to the train he was used to taking. A sigh of relief was the first thing to pass from his lips as he manages to make it right before the door closes, pressing his back against the door with his parasol held to his chest so it wouldn’t be crushed. Since he had nothing else to do, his right hand digs into his pocket to retrieve his phone; he needed to check back at the e-mail to glance at the details of his current task. 

     Casimir happened to be the owner of the house he was currently going to and the one he had business with. The company decided to do something different with a painting instead of photography; not that Mikazuki minded, he actually hated the lights that beamed down on him. At least with painting, he didn’t have to worry about burning or something of that sort; plus, a painting was so new – so unique. Honestly, he couldn’t wait to see for himself how this was going to turn out.

     The train then jerked to a stop that being a cue that it was almost time for him to meet this mystery painter. He slid the phone back into his pocket as he moved away from the door, turning around to walk out as the doors slid open. A hand ran through his short, raven locks as he stepped into the train station, making for a brisk exit; he didn’t want to be late for the appointment after all! He took out the paper with the address on it instead, using his skill of asking people who passed him by for directions. After navigating himself through the unknown city, he found himself in front of a home that matched the address on the slip of paper. Perfect, he didn’t get too lost this time! 

     After clearing his throat and smoothing his hair, he lifted a hand to knock on the door. “Hello? Casimir?” He stood there for a couple of seconds, wondering what was taking so long. He had an appointment today, right? The same hand that was used to knock dug into his pocket to find his planetarium watch, stunned when he saw the time. He was… early? Really? Well, this was awkward. He didn’t know where else to go, so should he just idle around? It couldn’t hurt to do that, right?

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         {♥}~A lazy yawn left the painter’s mouth, as his body slowly dragged up the stairs from his studio. A hand moving to brush through his hair in a rather pitiful attempt to make it look somewhat acceptable. Sleep was a rarity to him nowadays, and today was no different. Planning to spend it slumped in the chair nearby, but this, however was going to have to wait; much to his dismay. The sudden loud, and high-pitched sounds of Lucy’s barking nearly made his heart leap out of his throat. Startled feet shuffled over to the window where the Collie was currently barking up a storm, leaning over the canine in order to peer out the window to see what had upset her so much.

         Tired eyes eventually spotting the form of a smaller canine slumped over on the ground outside. Concern rushed through the man’s mind, and he was quick to dodge past the large dog in order to slip out of the door to make sure the puppy was all right. “E-excu-“ Wait…that wouldn’t work on a dog. Deciding instead to walk down over to the canine. He knelt down in front of the puppy, and held his hand out to the small animal, as a smile slipped across his features. “Are you all right? Did you get lost?” 

          Chasing a basketball for about an hour had left the puppy exhausted. His front paws slide to the side, bringing his whole body to the ground. His eyes closed as he opted to rest for a few minutes, his tail had also stopped its happy dance, before resuming his activity. The basketball slowly rolled behind him, then slowing to a stop. A small whine left him as he dozed off.

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         {♥}~ "P-Pardon?" Blinking quickly, the man's gaze wandered up from the pavement at he sound of the woman's voice. Mild confusion playing in his eyes before he managed to connect to the fact that she was, in fact, addressing him. He hadn't been feeling well as of late, but it wasn't so such a terribly unusual feeling for the painter, thus it was easily brushed aside. But he didn't think that he looked it. Granted, Lucy had tried to stop him from going out this morning, but he blamed the fact that the canine didn't like to be home alone. "O-Oh? Do I? Thank you for your concern, miss, but I-I think I'm fine." Probably not, but he wasn't going to trouble a stranger with his problems. 

"Not to be rude or anything, but you don’t look too well. A little on the pale side. The sickly pale side, I mean.”

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        {♥}~Instinctively, he bowed his head at the raised voice, shying away and causing Ally to take a step away from the man that they had come in contact with. Her tail slapped against her hindquarters, as the tamed beast shook her head in response to the feeling of Casimir’s leg muscles tightening in response to his timid nature. She was no warhorse; she’s even a fighter, just a simple, old steed that had served his family’s farm in her younger years until it had been lost to fire when the man was a child. He had to will himself to set his hand on the horse’s neck to keep her calm. She was rather brave, all things considered, but she needed to be reassured by the man when he had begun to regret his choice.

         Truth be told, he only wanted to know what such people were doing in an area made up entirely out of civilians, if only for selfish reasons; to keep Aeron out of danger. Perhaps, even, to keep these people out of trouble with the painting. He didn’t want any sort of attention drawn to the other man, and he knew Aeron would hardly be willing to stay out of trouble if an army showed up.  Stealing, had never crossed his mind, and it never would, but he other’s reaction had been a more than he had bargained for, causing him to hesitate. Eyes staring down at the horse’s neck, and not daring to glance upwards at the other man.

           “M-my name i-is Casimir,” His stutter a bit worse than normal due to his poor reaction to the other’s words, and he hoped the man could hear him. His naturally soft voice even quieter now. Aeron would have become angry with him had he been in the area for being so submissive, but he hardly felt that arguing with this stranger would get him anywhere. 

         “I-I have no intention of s-stealing anything.” He was clearly struggling, and he knew it wasn’t going to win him any favors.  Swallowing thickly, he tried to kill his natural nervous instincts to speak properly to the other. “I merely wanted to know why soldiers were in the area-Did s-something happen?”

Stand || Cassair & Casimir

{ ☼ } - Snow-white ears perked up at the sound of a stranger’s voice calling out in the distance. Completely on edge from the events which had transpired only a few days previous to his encounter with the Shepherds, Cassair snapped to attention, his steely eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of life. The rocking motion of the caravan had lulled the already sleep-deprived taguel into a dozy nap, which made it difficult to focus his senses upon waking up. Tough, sharp nails digging themselves into the palms of his hands, he slowly stuck his head out of the caravan’s wooden frame in order to better his chances of discovering the owner of the unknown voice.

A ways off, a silver-haired gentleman could be seen atop his steed, parked behind a row of tall pine trees. Staring doggedly at the stranger, Cassair carefully considered his next move. Alerting the others of the horseman’s presence was probably an overreaction, as he looked quite harmless, not to mention the fact that a man riding such a tall and noble beast couldn’t possibly be capable of hurting anybody. Bad people could not get along well with animals, or so the taguel believed. Surely, the man’s intentions would be pure.

…But oh, how he wished someone had stayed in the caravan with him. Deciding whether or not to trust an unfamiliar face was difficult in such dubious circumstances.

"Who are you?" was what Cassair finally chose to bark out at the strange man, keeping him at bay whilst simultaneously addressing his call. "What’s your problem? W-We don’t have anything you’d be wanting!"

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                                        “When the sun goes down and the lights burn out,                                                      then it’s time for you to shine.                                                         Brighter than a shooting star,                                                    so shine no matter where you are.”                                                       — Owl City (Shooting Star)

「☾」;; — fandomless oc associated with sun and earth

「☾」;; — personified representation of the moon in his father’s place

「☾」;; — faceclaim: izumi miyamura                    voiceclaim: akira ishida

「☾」;; — a skilled liar who hides his past by carving a new life for himself on earth

「☾」;; — is in an intense rivalry with the sun

「☾」;; — living as a model as he masquerades as a human

「☾」;; — 10+ years of roleplay experience, two on tumblr

「☾」;; — one-liner, para, multi-para

「☾」;; — everything friendly and open for all genres

「☾」;; — selective multi-shipping

「☾」;; — written by lex

                                            ☆ | ☆ | ☆ | ☆ | ☆ 

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Be Still || Tatsuya & Casimir

        {♥}~ A gentle sigh escaped chapped lips, as sore fingers toyed with the handle of the umbrella currently keeping him from getting drenched by the current storm. Having only thought to bring it along thanks to Lucy shoving it into his hands before he could make it out the door, but becoming increasing thankful for the canine’s nagging nature. But he still had to ignore the feeling of his wet socks pressing against his feet, as the water covering the sidewalk leaked into his old boots. Tired eyes staring at the cracks on he pavement, as he made his way slowly down the road.

         He wasn’t aware of where he was, or how far he walked, but it wasn’t of his concern. He disliked fighting with Aeron, and though he knew his running away from the problem was hardly going to help the situation, he was simply too tired to argue with the painting. When the other man calmed down, he would find him. Aeron had a knack for locating his creator. But until then, Casimir had condemned himself to aimlessly wandering around by leaving the house. Which meant was left to the mercy of the rain slamming against the small shelter that the umbrella was providing him.

          Gaze lifting from the dull gray of the cement to wander the nearby area. But, of course, nothing looked familiar to him. He rarely left the village he called home, and, in his brief moment of frustration, he had allowed himself to wander rather far. The buildings all a collection of stores that he had never heard of, and homes that he had never seen before. And the area was becoming more congested as he walked, only making it all the more apparent that he was horridly lost. Yet, a simple breath inhaled was enough to calm such thoughts.

           His attention, however, didn’t have long to linger on his current predicament. Gaze catching sight of a stranger out in the storm, seemingly not in a rush to get anywhere. He hesitated for a moment, finding it only a tad bit odd, before walking over to the other. “I-If you stay out here like this, y-you might end up becoming ill…” He managed to choke, as he approached the other. Speaking to others not one of his talents. Timidly, he reached his hand out to hold the umbrella over the other’s head, having to push himself up slightly on his toes.   

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                           Independent. Fandomless. Dual OCs. Selective. 

                               Mun & Muse 18+. Novella/Multi-Para style.

                                7+ Years of RP experience (3 on Tumblr).

                                           Mun is a friendly chicken.                     

                           Law | Casimir | Aeron | World | Home | Art Credit 

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Stand || Cassair & Casimir

        {♥}~ Careful fingers wrapped themselves around leather reins, as a gloved hand reached down to press against the horse’s short fur. Her hooves shuffling against the beaten and warn path that had wandered through a number of times before, but this time her aged muscles tensed, and her movements hesitated. Head bowing, as she took nervous steps forward and back before finally denying her master’s requests, and coming to a halt. A snort sounding from her nostrils, as she shook her head, leaning into her master’s touch.

        “It’s all right, Ally,” Casimir’s soft voice would have been lost on another human being, but his tone was only somewhat soothing to the beast. His hand running along her neck for a brief moment of trying to calm her down, as his gaze wandered away from the horse to glance out into the forest around them. His grip on her reins tightening, though he couldn’t see what had her so worded. But the swirling of her ears and rigid body, at least pointed him in the right direction. Leaning forward slightly on the horse, he allowed his eyes to move along the trees, movement finally catching his notice.

            “They’re soldiers. What are they doing out here?” He stated, as if the horse could understand what he was saying. Legs pressing against the horse’s sided, he tapped her hindquarters to get the horse to move towards the group. Resisting at first, she shifted into a trot towards the group towards the group. “E-excuse me!” Now, if he could actually get their attention was questionable. 

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cassair said: { I’d love to thread with you, if it wouldn’t be any trouble :D I don’t even mind which character you choose - whichever is easiest ^^ }

{Of course it's not! Thank you for always putting up with me!^^} 

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{I'm going through and cleaning out all of the posts on here before this one. So, please like this for a starter to make up for before! I haven't written with these two in quite a bit, so I'm not sure if you'll get something short or long (unless you want to specify length). Specify muse please, if you desire one over the other, but you don't have to if you don't care which one it's for. I need to make a new promo, too.}