#svnsworn

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @svnsworn

She frowns slightly. She came here to avoid this type of questions. To avoid getting exposed. Perhaps also being judged. Otherwise, she could deal with it using her family’s security. But probably it is too late to withdraw. She has already exposed herself in front of that man, Wesley Jade, so it doesn’t matter any more if she goes one or two steps further. Though she doesn’t enjoy how he looks at her.

“What kind of question is that?” – she is taken aback by his straightforwardness, by his rudeness, by that question. Is it some sort of test? To see if he is to take this job? It’s not even that she is that much surprised by such a possibility. She is naïve, but she is not that naïve. Not that she thinks her own family would ever resort to these solutions. Or does she only choose to turn her head away and pretend she doesn’t know? But that is not something she wants to happen – “Of course, I don’t want any harm to come to that man. If…that can be avoided. I just want him to stop. To stop bothering me.” – there’s honestly in her voice. But is she lying? Is it really just a bother to her? – “If it cannot be stop…with persuasion…I think that’s too much of a job for you…” – that’s really what she thinks. But Nunnally sighs. She should probably start speaking. Giving the man she intended to hire something more.

“I don’t know. I don’t think it is real. I mean him knowing any truth about me. Perhaps he has managed to figure out who I truly am. It would be unfortunate…if my father is to find out about my little…adventure, but it is nothing with any sort of serious consequences. An unfortunate situation. Nothing more…” – a pause – “But perhaps I should start from the beginning then?” – Nunnally is already tired with this conversation. Embarrassed. Uncomfortable. She stands up and walks to the window. She doesn’t want to look at Wes when speaking.

“I don’t work in the art gallery.” – doing actual paid work doesn't fit the heiress, but Wesley Jade does not have to know about it – “It belongs to my father’s fried. But that’s unimportant. I met that guy in the coffee shop nearby. I can give you his name and phone number. I met him once or twice. He seemed…nice enough…until he didn’t. He wanted something more. I didn’t. He wouldn't take 'no' as an answer and then these letter started to come. Before he texted me a few times but I simply got rid of the phone.” – a pause – “I never give my real phone number for such…affairs…” – that was going too far – “So these letters started to come.” – now her voice was clearly irritated – “Do you need more details? Or is it enough?” – is he trying to humiliate her? All he needed to do was to frighten that man and make him stop. She turned around to face Wes again: --

“And no. If you think there was something more, something more spicy that could get sold to the press you are wrong. I am not that foolish.” – she was angry, but she was pretty when she was angry – “So, can you help?”     

[ofmakoeyes]

@svnsworn / jessie rasberry "I feel safe with you."

Cloud looked toward her, surprise written faintly on his features. He shook his head, as if dispelling some thought he didn't know how to process, and said, "We weren't going to leave you behind."

Biggs and Wedge though... All Cloud had allowed himself to think about was rescuing Aerith and then — now — tracking Sephiroth. It was easier. Easier to not think about how numb he felt, as if he'd already seen such depravity, but any time he tried to think about it deeper he was met with headaches. No, more like a splitting ache that cracked through his skull until his vision went white.

He nodded toward her shoulder. It felt like a lifetime ago he'd set it for her. "How's it feeling?"

[scarletooyoroi]

🕯️ I am having A Day, pls tell me Thoma's thoughts about Dehya, thank u <3

'There really is an aura about her that just knows how to enjoy life. In truth, its a quality I find pretty rare when the glories of humanity are seen as a sign of praise.'

'It leads to that very intuition of her's make her wisdom in kind. Not even I can match a way of just instinctively knowing how to de-escalate situations in a way that resonates to the individual in question. My methods always needed a touch of work to meet that middle ground, so I hold nothing but respect for those efforts. No wonder her group within Sumeru has reached such prestige.'

'That said. I can't help but wonder more about her, either how she's embracing Inazuma, what keeps that smile on her lips going so strong, I certainly want to add my part to the many reasons why it maintains itself.'

'..Hopefully she doesn't notice me sneaking a glance too much. I can't help but get in a better mood myself whenever her eyes showcase that particular shine. Maybe once he nail out this training session, I'll take her out for a dinner I can make firsthand. Much as I've shown the skill many culinary artist have exercised, I certainly have to throw my efforts into the pile as well.'

[poswiecenia]

@svnsworn - Khalid doesn't quite know how to start the conversation. He and Alhaitham used to be such good friends, but everyone only knows that to be in the past, their reputation now that of old friends who only fight now. It's more nuanced than that, but, he supposes, they're not really too far off the mark. Deep down, he knows they still care for each other, but so many layers now shroud that care until it's harder to see. For long moments, Khalid stands in the doorway to the room Alhaitham is staying in, the door having been left uncharacteristically left open, though Khalid wonders if it's a silent invitation should the brothers need him. Despite it all, he has left consideration for them in his heart, and, right then, with Kaveh passed out in his room down the hall, Khalid is grateful for that. After a long moment, during which he's sure Alhaitham has known he's here, he knocks gently on the doorframe before stepping into the room. The wedding had gone off perfectly, everyone had a good time, or masked well if they didn't, but still Alhaitham left his door open. "Kaveh's asleep," he says softly as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, hands tucked between his knees, watching where Alhaitham sits in the chair at the desk. He doesn't meet the other man's eyes. He doesn't know how to start. What to say. Him bring upset after the wedding is so...so different than why Kaveh is upset, and he doesn't know how to put it into words without feeling like his strange grief over all of this shouldn't exist. He swallows, opens his mouth as if to speak, but clamps his lips together when they start to tremble with tears he's trying so hard not to let fall. It isn't fair for him to be like this, not when his mother is so happy and his brother is hurting so deeply, but he cant stop himself. He buries his face in his hands and cries quietly. \ unprompted ask, always accepting

( 📜 ) BEING BACK IN fontaine wasn't easy. he'd masked his discomfort well enough but between being in the place he was born and being in close area proximity with another fatui harbinger ( when he'd only just shaken the second ) had put him on alert enough. the wedding was a distraction, something to put up with but it WASN'T ABOUT HIM.

HE'D ONLY COME due to the insistence from khalid, and the odd revelation that the twins' mother actually liked him - which made little sense to him but after some prodding and a demand to pack later . . HERE HE WAS.

AFTER THE PARTY he had simply wished to read a book in silence and allow himself the relief of turning off his hearing aids completely but had settled with tuning them down. low enough to create a low silence but high enough so that if either twin decided to barge in he'd be able TO HEAR THEM.

( THOUGH, WITH HOW one of them decided to stand like a statue in the hallway, it was unknown if he truly needed them on at all in the first place. ) the shadow that was left just outside the door gave away that khalid stood there, eyes lifting just a touch from the book in his hands AT THE KNOCK.

AH, TOO LOW . . he just barely hears khalid's voice as he speaks softly, quieter than normal regardless of the time. his hand comes up to turn them up higher so that he could listen to what he has to say further - he'd allow him to speak what's on his mind as this was not for him to interrupt. focus is minimal at first, so that the architect would not feel pressured to reveal what WAS BOTHERING HIM.

IT HAD TO do with the wedding, clearly. while kaveh was more the outward disaster in handling the ordeal, khalid hadn't done the same to spare the younger of the two the worry. it didn't surprise the temporary grand sage one bit that he was doing such a thing, that he was forgoing his own feelings for his twins. turquoise hues flick from the side of the room to khalid himself, still waiting PATIENTLY & SILENTLY for him to begin.

AND HE DOESN'T. at least not with words. instead what he gets is waterworks. dark brows furrow, alhaitham fighting the urge to turn his hearing aids back down as fingers twitch against his thigh. he breaths out slowly, pushing aside his feelings as he watches khalid a little longer before he stands up to take the steps needed to join khalid at the edge of the bed. he still RETAINS PERSONAL SPACE so that he isn't invading khalid's.

HIS ARM SHIFTS, unseen by the other due to his face being in his hands, a hand coming up to hover at his back. he thinks about rubbing his back, giving him some sort of comfort ( he recalls, from long ago, his grandma doing the same for him when he was upset ) but he ultimately pulls back. he sighs, own eyes not meeting khalid's as he looked away, the silence only filled with the SOFT QUIET CRYING from khalid until:

❝ DO . . YOU WANT to talk about it ? ❞ he's not wholly sure how he can help but letting khalid speak, rather than getting on his or kaveh's case about leaving a mess in the adjoining bathroom, WAS BETTER SUITED.

[soulcluster-moved]

@svnsworn / claire redfield

"I can't believe you talked me into an island vacation after what we just went through. You have a special kind of sadistic streak." Leon's arm was around Claire's waist as they moved through the airport, toward the exit and the waiting car that would take them to their hotel. The real challenge would be enjoying the sights when he had Claire at his side. He leaned closer and his voice dropped. "That's why I love you."

[shrineofprophecy]

❤️❓⁉️ I HAVE A COUPLE IN MIND BUT HNNNN YA GIRL GETS NERVOUS ASKING baizhuNingguang

Send '❤️❔' if you'd be interested in discussing a potential ship between our muses!

DON'T BE NERVOUS IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE ASKING ME OUT ON A DATE

I haven't considered that ship (yet) but I think everything has potential. You can always scream about them to me

That said, you can't not share the other ships you're interested in so I expect a DM in 3, 2, 1...

[ravusnightblossom]

“  don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that.  ”

A long lost meme || @svnsworn

If only Ravus could convince himself that the words she was speaking were truth. The rational aspect of his mind did, but every other bit in the core of his being fought against it.

No one could love the type of monster he was.

Oh, but he longed to believe. He craved those words so strongly that they drew a hint of dampness to his eyes. "Lunafreya," he whispered, eyes lowering to rest unfocused on the plush carpeting of the room.

He didn't have words to respond, and any he might have compiled choked in his throat, prevented from escaping. She wouldn't lie to him, he told himself. And whether or not that was the case, he had to force himself to pretend to see that as the currentstance.

With quiet steps, he made way to his sister and pulled her into a hug, perhaps one of the very few in recent years, but Ravus was of the notion that actions could speak louder than words...

[flameblessed]

💕 💕 💕

anonymously or not, send 💕 or ( ‘HEART’ ) for me to randomly pick one of my mutuals and write at least two things about why i love seeing them on my dash, writing with them, talking to them, etc.

// i won't be random because i have shit to say. lmao idek how to "randomly" pick but!!! 3 hearts!

@ifritmade Jay! You are so sweet and easy to talk to. You have been a great friend and I love seeing you on the dash. Whether it is your writing with me, others, or just your hcs and thoughts. You have an amazing grasp on Clive and I am so happy we started writing together and talking! Thank you so much for being lovely!

@svnsworn. Hi! I love your blog and the amount of effort and detail you put into each muse. Having rped with a few of them you do so many different voices so well. I love writing with you and reading your posts in general! Not to mention you have been very sweet to me ooc. Thank you!

@phoenix-flamed You are so nice. I have been like admiring you from afar from your quintus blog tbh. I really am excited to finally get to write with you. No matter where it is. I really love your take on Elwin too. And you have been super sweet and helpful and are just a delight.

[prodigiousvisions]

' i don't think i'll ever be warm again. ' Marianne to Hilda? :]

JOHN JAKES’S THE SEEKERS ( 1975 ) STARTERS. (accepting) | @svnsworn

"Marianne, how could you say such a thing?"

Downcast doe eyes shine with sincerity; sincerity that only comes with the privilege of being the target of Hilda's unadulterated affection. She is unable to shake the sentiment of Marianne's words despite being all too accustomed to her habitual gloomy moods. The deep-rooted turmoil that's strung around the daughter of Edmund's neck like a thick noose saddens Hilda to an immeasurable amount. She knows that there's been ample progress in lifting her out of such dreary mind spaces, and yet, it was these small steps backward that weighed heavy on her heart.

"Well, that's just not true," Hilda begins with a much-needed change in attitude, a small smile pressing on her face. "Every time you offer me advice as I go on and on rambling about the events of the day, it feels as if you're shining brightly onto me. As if you were the sun. I bask in your warmth all the time, Marianne! How could someone like that be all cold and icy? I refuse to believe it, and you should also deny those kinds of thoughts to eat away at your head. If you're feeling cold, then I'll just have to hold your hand so you can become warm again!"

[valiisthea]

Both from Squall again. lol he is definitely not Terence's type. Squall is gentle and sweet, but you really have to get to level 10 to unlock that side of him.

With Barnabas, he got the one bingo, but I don't think he'd like him. Physically they match. Squall has a healthy sex drive, but not high, and he doesn't mind going without / doing it himself for the sake of expediency.

Are you Barnabas or Terence's type? || @svnsworn

Rip to Terence. He supposes there's a reason people have types - not every cute boy can also be compatible! Maybe they can be friends 🥺

Barnabas is hard to impress or catch the attention of anyway - but he would certainly pay a little bit more attention to someone that got a bingo. However, I agree with you in saying that Squall probably wouldn't like him - they have different ideals where it matters most and would likely play for the opposite teams in terms of good vs bad. Depends on what you have Squall doing in 16 though!

[lured-into-wonderland]

Levi's seen the girl around before, but even a small town like this one hasn't put them in each other's vicinity since high school. He remembers some science project they worked on together in 10th grade, but their circles didn't really mix outside of that class. But she's caught him on his break at work, standing outside, bundled in a winter flannel, smoking a cigarette. He's sure to blow the smoke away from her.

"Momma always like your name," he says idly when she decides to linger nearby him, looking in the windows of the shop instead of going inside. "Real God fearin' woman, my mom, thought that your name sounded Christ-like, like a nun." He scoffs, smoke curling from between his lips. He'd never been the religious sort, even growing up in the house he'd been adopted into.

"Anyway, you might not remember me. Name's Levi." With the cigarette between his lips, he reaches out a hand to shake hers.

She remembered him. At least his face. Nunnally was good with faces. Perhaps not so much with names, but he was outstanding enough back there in High School, so she kept his name in her memory. Was it then why she stood up next to him giving him a chance to talk to her?

It felt weird to be back. She never liked small towns; she was a girl from a city, and these few years she spent here, in the Southern town almost in the middle of nowhere, were not the best years in her life. Years just after her whole life was ruined. Years just after she had learnt the truth she now desperately wanted to forget. Though were the years before really that much better?

Levi… Apparently, there was nothing similar about them. His winter flannel was definitely in contrast with her expensive coat and knee-length dress; his messy hair (or at least she would describe it with this word) in contrast with her neat bun and elaborated hair-pin. A perfect Southern Lady and a… She internally laughed. Perhaps the military-style boots were the only thing they had in common. The only thing that made her no lady after all. She shrugged: --

“It’s Irish.” – it was weird she had an Irish name with presumably no Irish ancestors; her surname linked her origins to France, but she couldn’t be sure. She knew so little about her family and her father never spoke about it – “Some suggest it originates from the nun’s grove or even nunnery itself…” – she furrowed her brows and shrugged again – “…but I never liked this meaning. I prefer the other hypothesis. The meadow.” – not that it was that much better, but Nunnally was not a believer; religion always made her anxious, but she suspected it was a part of this town’s culture.

The cigarette smoke was disturbing to her, but since they were outside, it didn’t cause too much discomfort. She restrained herself from complaining. Nunnally accepted his the handshake with a smile: --

“I remember you. We were in the science project together…was it the 10th grade?”

“I also remember your mum. She was always nice to me. One of my…” – Nunnally hesitated – “…aunt’s close friends.” – she wasn’t sure if the woman she called ‘her aunt’ was really her family. But it was already long ago since she stopped asking questions. And that woman back there was kind to her; kind enough for Nunnally to come back to this town. Sometimes.   

“I had a crush on you back then.” – she suddenly confessed; not really sure why. Perhaps because it didn’t really matter. She was a completely different person now – “But you paid absolutely no attention to me. Probably not without a reason. I was a weirdo back then.” – perhaps a slightly harsh assessment, but she didn't make aby bonds. And her not being compatible with a small town was probably the least important one on the issues list.

“So, how have you been doing? You didn’t feel like leaving this town…” – that was surprising; she could not understand why people chose to stay – “It has not changed much, I feel…”

“Is that small café close to our school still open? What was it’s name…? Their pumpkin spice latte was one of the best I have ever had.”

At least that was one thing she could consider lucky. She was not stuck here.

@svnsworn

[ayahimes]

she looks away , cheeks red . kaveh was certainly handsome and incredibly knowledgable . if anything their personalities could easily complement eachother . ❛ oh ... i ... ❜ for the first time ayaka seems to be at a loss for words .

[scarletooyoroi]

Dehya vc: First of all, how dare you.

"Is there a problem that we need to rectify here, Dehya?"

Don't mind the fact there's mischief sparkling within that emerald gaze. A single hand elevated underneath her chin, carefully cupping it in a loving grip, all while that smile is rich with his touch of confidence.

"I'm all ears if I've been overstepping any position of mine."

@svnsworn

[ofmakoeyes]

🌿 From Jessie!!! Please 😌💙

Send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe

Cloud wasn't watching where he was going, his only intent was to get out of there before more people packed into the bar. 7th Heaven, rebuilt, was decked in garland and tinsel from front to back, and was quickly filling with everyone Tifa could track down to attend her holiday party.

As soon as he stepped out and into the fresh air, he ran into Jessie, and he reached out reflexively to catch her by the shoulders as she stumbled backwards.

"Sorry, I..." but his voice trailed as he followed her gaze upward, right to the mistletoe that hung outside 7th Heaven's door. Cloud stared at it for half a second before the meaning sank in and he flushed. As he looked down, Jessie threw her arms around his neck with that wide, cheeky smile of hers beaming up at him.

Cloud hesitated, his words lost somewhere in his throat as Jessie teased him. The implications of the position, of where they were standing, inwardly flustered him, but outwardly he stood stock still, expression impassive.

For a moment, Jessie may have considered releasing him from her teasing, but then Cloud swiftly dipped toward her for a kiss.

On her nose.

Realizing his mistake, Cloud quickly disentangled himself and attempted to leave. He would never live this down.

[flameblessed]

@svnsworn said: "if you die on me, I'm going to be really fucking mad, keep your eyes open!" (from Mid!)

There is a subtle groan in response. He had been injured. He barely remembered being carried back to the hideaway. Gav and Torgal were with him. He had shielded Gav from a rather harsh attack. He remembered the moment the sword pierced his body. He remembered pain and blood. He remembered trying to walk before he collapsed. Everything after that came in disjointed flashes. Gav trying to slow the bleeding. Pain as he threw his arm around his shoulders and struggled to get Clive moving. Being laid down in the boat. Carried up the lift. It all felt dreamlike. The pain of his wounds somehow rousing him from slumber and pulling him back in every time his awareness attempted to return to him.

But her voice captures him. He could feel someone touching the wound. Even though he could, were he in a state to be rational, understand that it was simply Tarja attempting to save him life, he cannot fully grasp it. All he knows is that it hurts. Mid commands him to keep his eyes open, yet he feels exhausted. It hurts and he expects that sleep will at least grant him some peace. Even if he is not likely to wake again.

"Mid...." His limbs felt heavy. Still, his hand searches for hers. He needs something, ANYTHING, to keep him tethered to the world of the living. "I.... I can't...."

[aequitaes]

Listen,,,,, listen

if you’ve never played uncharted (first of all shame on you,,,, stop sleeping and wake the fuck up (affectionately) I beg—- beg you to watch it or play it for yourself.

Not even just for the cinematic masterpiece that it is, and the way it captivates games in a different way that even back on the PS3, was still undoubtedly one of the games that SET.THE.STANDARD. But for the Characters.

One in particular I would like to highlight. Rafe Adler. He’s only in uncharted 4 (unfortunately) and we don’t get huge amounts of him — but — when you’ve had your fill, and you want more or you Need content, that is where my best friend Kay comes in.

@inibicion when I tell you,,,,, as a long long time fan 👀👄👀 that I have never — in all my time on tumblr, AO3, idk fucking Google??? I have NEVER seen as brilliant a portrayal as what Kay provides. Literally every sENTENCE, I love and live and laugh and Breathe AND HEAR AND SEE HIM SO LOUD. I’m sorry Kay he is my favourite. There I said it, sorry zhongli, Rufus, Noctis etc etc etc etc, I Love him, I need more people to know this — to see this — to appreciate this — it’s a whole New level.

It makes me so happy to see her writing anyway, but I can tell this — this is like A New Era of Kay. And I’m here for it. Kay, I love and adore you and I love Rafe and I will no longer be silenced.