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[multisuperfluity]

The adventure continues with @yaksha-garden

It had been hard to hear the approaching footsteps over the sound of the rain hitting every nearby surface, but the boy had seen the feet of the stranger before they lifted the leaf. He didn't know what to expect there in the forest, and maybe he should have been a little more cautious, but he smiled at them.

Which might have been a little more convincing if he hadn't been wet, hair stuck to his head and shirt in need of a wringing out. But overall he was okay, just a little uncomfortable.

"Well, that's a long story. And you might not believe me if I did tell you." He was only being honest. He didn't know how other worlds were with interdimentional travel or those who accidently got caught up in it, like himself. "But I promise I'm not here to cause trouble or anything."

[askrossiel]

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Rossiel nodded and made sympathetic noises as she listened to their complaints, working open a sleeve of biscuits with a deft motion of her long harper's fingers and tipping the sweets out onto a plate to share.

"More trouble than they're worth, I'm sure." She plucked up a biscuit for herself and nibbled at it thoughtfully for a moment. "Then again, I can't say I've ever had a cult -- with or without the sex -- so I suppose I wouldn't know."

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@yaksha-garden

His face is naught the face of humanoid, tonight: a furred snout, the black, wet nose of a cervine in the midst of hearty Spring, and the fluttering ears of the Stag art performed to resemble and match his own, flowing horns, and immaculately and miraculous dost Roland’s eyebrows bounce in thrice, clasping at their painted hand warmly.

He places his other hand upon their waist in a chaste move, and doth borne to spin them, bouncing along the beat of skin-drawn drums and jaunty flutes made of raw quartz.

He beams, his teeth grown from the flat molar to the gleaming sharpness of predatory growth, borne for chipper amiability to frame Himself. “‘Tisn’t rude at all! I am Roland,” offers he freely, and his long coat sweeps betwixt the white hose upon Roland’s shapely calves. “Art thou Fae, new Being? Or of a freed dryad ready to confirm their Form as 'pon their naked Feet? Whom art thou?” inquies he curiously.

[rejectshumanity]

@yaksha-garden said: ��� surely you don't expect me to kneel. ❞

❝ not necessarily. you could spare yourself the indignity, and kiss me instead. ❞

[bxtsence]

Eden hasn't known Rowan long enough to know what the perfect gift would be for him, but if you want they'll send a lotus-scented card. ~@yaksha-garden

@yaksha-garden

[ ✞ ] - ❝ Well… Thank you very much. ❞ He takes a sniff of the card, nodding in subtle approval. ❝ It is quite appreciated. ❞

[multisuperfluity]

Continued with @yaksha-garden and Tala!

— ☽○☾ —

Amber eyes narrowed at the other. Tala couldn't have cared less about the state of the place, it wasn't hers just a shelter she had found to keep out of the rain, but what she did care about was the other's willingness to just barge in and make a scene. The wolf had attacked first she would admit to that, but it was out of self-defense (or so she told herself).

And she may have been in her human form, but Tala's fangs and claws were prominent as she scoffed, nearly snarled. "I didn't stutter. Why are you even here? Why are you still here? Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

[askrossiel]

💤

"Don't put the trout... in the ice cream maker..."

[rejectshumanity]

@yaksha-garden | continued from here.

❝  but  i’ve  only  just  begun  reading.  ❞     DIO’s  words  are  dripping  with  mock  disappointment,  as  though  he  actually  intends,  albeit  reluctantly,  to  give  it  back.  but  he  very  clearly  does  not,  or  else he  would  not  have vanished  right  before  eden’s  eyes  to  reappear  behind  them,  reclining  comfortably  upon  their  sofa  with  their  journal  propped  open  in  his  lap. he  licks  his  thumb  and  turns  the  page,  flashing  an  impish  smirk  that  is  almost  entirely  eclipsed  by  the  omnipresent  shadows  surrounding  his  presence.     ❝  forgive me, eden. you must indulge  my  curiosity.  ❞

[rejectshumanity]

ehhhhh fuck it 👄+Eden [@yaksha-garden]

send ‘ 👄 + character name’ and my muse will say if they find them attractive | ACCEPTING

eden  has  never  once  before  given  DIO  the  impression  that  they  are  interested  in  any  of  his  opinions,  to  say  nothing  of  attraction.  color  him  somewhat  surprised  —  and  supremely  amused.

❝  you  certainly  know  how  to  keep  me  interested,  ❞     he  muses,  letting  a  slow,  sultry  smile  spread  across  his  lips.     ❝  should  you  ever  desire  my  affections,  the  doors  to  my  bedroom  are  wide  open  for  you.  ❞

[rejectshumanity]

🌷 [from Eden @yaksha-garden]

send  me  🌷  and  my  muse  will  have  to  say  one  nice  thing  about  yours  |  ACCEPTING

❝  you  keep  a  well-stocked  library.  ❞     he  has  refrained  from  raiding  it  this  time,  although  the  idea  is  ever  tempting.     ❝  your  taste  in  literature  is  excellent.  ❞

[rejectshumanity]

[ FRIDGE ] [@yaksha-garden]

letter prompts | ACCEPTING

Dearest  Eden,

Are  you  avoiding  me  now?  How  funny.  For  months  you  have  entertained  my  cruel  jokes,  yet  when  I  come  bearing  your  long-awaited  apology,  you  are  impossible  to  find.  I  regret  you  are  not  here  to  hear  it  in  person,  but  whose  fault  is  that?

In  your  library,  I’ve  left  an  assortment  of  first  editions.  Keep  as  many  as  you  like.  Your  journal  is  returned  to  where  I  found  it.  Worry  not,  my  friend  —  your  dreams  are  safe  with  me.

—  DIO.

[rejectshumanity]

Eden sneakily tries to steal their book back while at Dio's place [~@yaksha-garden]

send "icons only" and something for my muse to react to | ACCEPTING

[rejectshumanity]

Eden sends a sketchy, unlabeled bottle of wine. It's homemade apparently. [~@yaksha-garden]

valentine's day asks | ACCEPTING

will there ever come an end to eden's petty disrespect? not any time soon, apparently, if they see it fit to send him moonshine — and some very suspect looking moonshine, at that. he gives it a tentative sniff, settling his bemused frown into a deep scowl. another one for the garbage.

[rejectshumanity]

Perhaps someday, Eden will let Dio enjoy the floral magnificence of The Verdant Haven. but right now, he has to know what their choice would be. 🔪 [ @yaksha-garden ]

give  my  muse  a  🌹  if  you  think  they  deserve  one!  or  if  not,  give  them  a  🔪  |  ACCEPTING

❝  always  so  hospitable,  ❞     sighs  DIO,  who,  for  all  his  beleaguered  complaints,  appears  less  insulted  than  amused  by  eden’s  open  and  persistent  hostility.     ❝  soon,  i  shall  have  your  full  set  in  my  possession.  ❞

[rejectshumanity]

✵ [Let's flip it around, I'm curious ~@yaksha-garden]

send  ✵  and  my  muse  will  answer  the  following  |  NOT  ACCEPTING  

their  first  impression  of  your  muse:

❝  shit.  they’re  awake.  ❞

current  impression:      

❝  you  know,  eden,  ❞     he  muses,  hands fiddling  with  the  stolen  book  he  has  yet  to  return,     ❝  you  needn’t  be  so  hostile.  i  bear  you  no  ill  intentions,  only  curiosity.  ❞

are  they  attracted  to  your  muse?:    

❝  my  interest  in  you  lies  beyond  simple  lust.  that  being  said,  i  wouldn’t  turn  you  down.  ❞

something  they  find  frightening  about  your  muse:

❝  nothing,  really . . . you  seem  rather  benign.  ❞     his  growing smirk  drips  with  smug  arrogance.     ❝  i’d  like  to  see  how  you  would  disprove  my  assumption.  ❞

something  they  find  adorable  about  your  muse:    

❝  i  find  you  less  adorable  than  utterly  fascinating.  ❞

would  my  muse  sacrifice  themselves  for  yours?:    

❝  no.  i  suspect  the  feeling  is  mutual.  ❞

would  my  muse  go  on  a  date  with  yours?    platonic/romantic:    

❝  i’d  be  a  fool  to  pass  on  the  opportunity.  nothing  would  please  me  more  than  to  pick  your  brain  over  a  bottle  of  wine.  ❞

one  word  my  muse  would  use  to  describe  yours:    

❝  intriguing.  ❞

would  my  muse  slap  yours  if  they  could?:  

❝  i’ve  no  reason  to  hurt  you.  ❞     not  yet,  anyway.

would  my  muse  hug/kiss  yours?:

a  referential  wink.     ❝  if  your  life  depended  on  it.  ❞

@yaksha-garden

[rejectshumanity]

🐣~@yaksha-garden [The time periods don't quite line up. but i wanted in on the fun!]

send "🐣" to meet my muse as a child | ACCEPTING

what dio brando lacks in modesty, he makes up for with pride in spades. chess comes easily to the boy, like so many other pursuits; enough to where he can confidently announce his impending victory with a triumphant smirk, leaving eden with no recourse but to wait for the inevitable.

❝ checkmate. ❞   dio reaches eagerly for the wager they set aside the board, but stops just shy of grasping his spoils. his hand withdraws into his pocket instead, coming up with another fistful of coins. it’s a paltry sum, and all that he has, but he has no intention of losing it. 

❝ care to play another game? double or nothing — winner takes all. ❞

@yaksha-garden