@maquiscursed asked :
Adepti needn't sleep - it is only on Lumine's insistence that the Vigilant Yaksha deigns to close his eyes for a semblance of rest. Adepti needn't sleep; but perhaps he has overestimated his ability to resist it, when no danger lurks, and the Traveller's luminous aura shines gently near him. As they sit and contemplate the views of Dihua Marsh, Xiao unwittingly drifts to sleep; his head tilting to the side, just barely resting upon her shoulder, teal-coloured hair a stark contrast against the white of her dress. Adepti needn't sleep, but in her company, it is a luxury too enticing to resist its comfortable call.
(I saw you wanted soft so I send you a little soft)
unprompted. || always accepting
─「荧」─ it wasn't the first time he told her adepti don't need sleep. the OUTLANDER had heard it not only from him, but from other adepti themselves how they do not require sleep the same way humans do. the traveler was far from human, even so, she did feel the need to rest her mind in slumber from time to time. perhaps, that was also why she insisted for the guardian yaksha to take a small rest with her. there weren't any need for them to be on alert. the air was peaceful, with the wind caressing each their skin and she sat there, offering him a starlit smile he had known her for while patting the empty area next to her.
she could see a hint of hesitation upon his expression, but her smile remained. and eventually, he relented. the celestial traveler wondered if he spotted the way her smile became just a little wider when he seated himself next to her and closed his eyes. maybe he did, but he humored her anyway.
gaze of GOLD took in the sight before her, the view that reminded them how precious this world is and how it was the land they swore to protect. him by the oath he had given, and her because this was his home.
what about her home ?
the thought crossed her mind momentarily, just before she could feel the small weight of the vigilant yaksha leaning towards her own. it was a peculiar sight, to see him allowing his guard to drop in such a way and while lumine wanted nothing more than to record this moment into picture, that temptation was swept aside in replacement of absorbing the moment in and out of itself. she could hear the faint sound of his breath, and catching a GLIMPSE of his sleeping expression from the side. the ANGLE itself didn't allow her to see proper without moving, and she certainly didn't want to wake him.
one wouldn't believe that he who had deliberately pulled himself away from others would allow his presence to be so close with someone.
quietly, the CELESTIAL reached her hand out, partially gloved digits finding his own before filling the gaps between their digits with each their own. the way her fingers fit so perfectly within his own caused amber hues to mellow incredibly. it felt WARM, his fingers, his hand, his palm. it felt right.
finally, the TRAVELER allowed her head to tilt slightly, barely making a sound as her head rested over his own, being careful not to wake him up in the process. how the contrast of her golden locks seemed to cut through the dark emerald strands of his. some mixed together in a twirling sea of colors, before long lashes draped over her gaze, and her own breathing evened out.
their hearts SYNCHED, unconsciously so. the rhythm of two hearts fell into one, accompanied by a faint glow of gold that seemed to trace their backs. a translucent outline barely visible to the naked eye. an invisible bond known only to them, tied with a sort of red golden string at the end of their fingers. fated. bound.
what about her home ?
the inquiry popped into her half-conscious mind, slowly slipping into deeper slumber, and lumine ying unconsciously curled her fingers upon their connected hands a little tighter as her mind slowly drifted to sleep.
her home is right here.
after all, it's a person, not a place.
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I think, as a treat for me and the Rexsoka girlies, we’re owed a scene that is so filled with Familiarity and Devotion on screen that it’d drive us insane. I want Filoni to swirl the lines between ‘We’re old friends and even older comrades, I trust them with my life’ and ‘Even galaxies away, no other being could imitate them without a flaw; I would know them anywhere’. I need Filoni to commit, and not be a coward. Just a little treat, Filoni, follow what you obviously want to do.
What’s a little smooch on the cheek to all the face touches and heart-eyes we’ve seen, huh? Probably nothing, most likely feasible, definitely anger inducing from the purity club, but hey, doing what you want hasn’t stopped you before. Make your OCs kiss like the rest of us, Filoni.
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Joy Tag
I was tagged by @mysticstarlightduck <3
Rules: Make a list of all of the things that have made you happy recently! Then, tag as many people as you want that you think may need it to keep the positivity going ✨
THIS!!! 😭
(It's a tumblr link to a post about my latest novel)
An offbrand bricks set I had my eyes on was released on Friday (well, more like imported and for sale in the online shop I was watching) and I grabbed it. The price tag was not so joyful, but eh. When is it ever.
I got... a box of... pears?
My barely played gw2 alt account will get a legendary relic because I scrambled to craft one lone legendary rune after the latest announcement. That's pretty cool.
I am really happy with how my new cover for soon-to-be-ex-HmW turned out. Let's hope it works out in print 🤞
I'm just gonna tag @dont-touch-my-soup and uh... I don't know. If anyone else wants to do it?
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⏳️ / jiyan for sasume!
Meet the younger version of my muse! // @caemthe
"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—?!"
"You're a General!?" the child, maybe ten or so, beams up at him with fists raised and clenched in excitement. Her one blue eye sparkles, the fringe that pulls out of her nape-length hair just-so long enough to completely cover the other. She bounces on the balls of her feet, buzzing with excitement in her shabby and patch-worked boy's clothes.
"That's so COOL! Does that mean you can teach me how to fight?" she trills, like an odd mix between songbird and hyper puppy, turning to throw a few fists through the air. Her form isn't bad, per say, but it's impatience and unpolished, with no sign of proper polish. "Karina-sensei know a lot, but it's all theo--theum--theoretical! And she never practices with me seriously!"
A small, bangled fist misses air and hits him in the side. Stronger than the average child, sure, giving more credence to her 'training' than what she thinks of it. Except she freezes, pupil snapping into a point, and she tucks into herself as she snaps away.
It's gone almost as quick as it comes, when nothing comes of it, replaced with another wide, toothy grin.
"Oh, oh! You must fight a lotta TDs, right?! What's the coolest one you've fought? The funnest battle? How many people have you saved? The most at once??"
She's bouncing again, hopping in place like a windup toy forced to stay put. "What's your Forte like? Or is that just a tattoo— Ooh, think you could beat my mom?" A laugh laugh. "Ah- Who'm I kidding, mom'd beat anyone if she were still here!"
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