#:: oathofpromises ::

[crystalmarred]

Rare is the moment that people hurt by past experiences come together to find healing. Though that journey has not yet been seen to completion, with hurt that yet lingers at the edges of shadowy rooms, Bonding is one step of many towards one another and the child that calls Hiroto ( @oathofpromises ) and A'atahni her fathers. February 3, 2024.

#❛ a'atahni tia. － gallery. #❛ a'atahni tia. － i can't help but love you even though i try not; i can't help but want you. ⟨ hiroto caelum / oathofpromises. ⟩ #oathofpromises #// ooc. these two are also married and they are very 😳 #// ooc. attended by artie (ofc) and members of our psuedo static. as well as some folks from stella's fc. #// ooc. stella is such a treasure and i'm so blessed to have all the different dynamics we have between our various alts. #// ooc. she's such a lovely person to be around and play with. her fc is extremely lucky to have her. #// ooc. i dunno what i'd do without my best friends; i really don't...

[vierandancer]

@oathofpromises

The Viera was not well.

Actually, that was an exaggeration -- she was fine. But 'beauty day' under Mistress Nashmeira was never as enjoyable as it initially sounded. Sure, the massages, skincare, and hot baths were a wonder on Meiko's otherwise-untaken-care-of body, but there was a price that had to be paid.

The price of having hot wax rip at every patch of hair that wasn't on her head, modesty be damned. She had been doing this for years now and still felt like apologizing when that dead-eyed Au Ri woman they always went to disinterestedly told her to open for business, so to speak. And of course, every time, Meiko would be awkward and apologetic and crack jokes before shuffling off to the baths after tipping very well. She wasn't even sure if she was allowed to give tips! She just did.

At least she hadn't cried in awhile, though. That meant... growth? Something. Although growth was the last thing she wanted right now as she settled into a cold-water bath in the main room. Ranaa, bless her soul, would be following her. Meiko could not imagine how a Miqo'te didn't die from it.

With a tiny whimper, she leaned back against the edge of the tub and let her head fall against it with a heavy, hollow thump. There was a dull pain to it, but she couldn't bother to pay any attention to anything but the relief of cool water on freshly-decimated fields. Although, it would have probably been more relieving if she didn't have this towel on.

She peeked one eye open. There were a few other people in the main room, but they weren't anywhere near the cool baths in the corner and seemed preoccupied. Would anyone notice if...?

Ah, fuck. Someone else was coming over. Meiko sank down deeper under the water as if to dismiss her own plan. Maybe the newcomer would notice these baths weren't the pleasant warm ones and avoid.

#oathofpromises #ic. #v.sellsword #// HI YOU WANTED THEM TO MEET and my brain said #// maybe they can meet in a rp venue inspired area. which became bath house. which became this lmao i hope its OK

[aetheryic]

@oathofpromises said: [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver- Lady Exarch/Stella to Haurchefant

the vast aching of his body is the least of his concerns. waking in a strange, unfamiliar room tinted with cool tones disoriented the knight ; his blue eyes glancing around in alarm before coming to settle on an equally unfamiliar woman. she looks kind, and haurchefant almost hears the soft-spoken assurances offered to him. he blinks away the blurring of his vision to get a better idea of his surroundings.

“ i — forgive me, i must have been in a nasty fight prior. “ his eyebrows scrunch together as he speaks, his voice hoarse. something definitely went down, his only inkling being the pain and confusion. why can’t he remember ? it frightens him, despite the brave mask he manages in stella’s direction. at the very least he appears to be safe now — if this is who attacked him, he doubts she would aid in his healing. “ i’m haurchefant. i’m afraid i don’t… remember what happened. what is this place ? “

#oathofpromises #m: haurchefant #crystal knight uwu #i would lov to hear more of lady exarch tho

[oathofpromises]

Kind of need a distraction, just real life stuff making me super emotional right now, so like this post if you’ve any kh muses and would like a gif set or blend edit made for them. Please state which one in the comments section, as well as the muse you’d like it made for.

#oathofpromises #Stardust letters(ooc)

[godstrain]

Jill leaned back in her chair, the day had been rough to say the least and it didn’t look like Wesker was in the best mood for her teasing. They had gotten tons of calls but none of them actually ended up with them leaving the station. Wild goose chases and she could tell it was annoying their captain a lot. Glancing over, she noticed his office door was opened yet the blinds were down. It was very mixed signals rather he wanted anyone entering right now, but taking a breath the brunette jumped up and poured some coffee into a mug. The least she could do was bring him something to drink. Gently, entering the slightly open door, the woman glanced over to Wesker’s desk to see the man leaning his head down. It almost looked like he was resting but hard to tell when he always wore those glasses. Jill carefully stepped closer to his desk before placing the coffee down. Grabbing a nearby blanket she placed it around Wesker’s shoulders. He probably didn’t need such a thing since the man never got sick but, Jill stilled wanted to make sure he had something to stay warm with. The offices here could get so cold sometimes yet Irons did nothing about it. Claiming it was fine and not to concern themselves with such a minor thing. Now that Jill thought about it, had Wesker even had time to eat lunch today? Stepping out of the room, she walked down the hallway, taking a slight turn she ended up in the lockers. Pressing her numbers in, the agent pulled it open to reveal her lunchbox. She hadn’t had time to eat anything either despite running out to get some sandwiches earlier that day. It took her a second get back to the room before she took out the sandwiches and placed it on a plate. It wasn’t fancy by any means but if Wesker planned on working into the late hours he would need food to sustain himself. “Wesker..I brought you something to eat.“ It was probably bad idea wake him, the last time Chris and her had done such a thing he actually sounded a bit angry but that was hard to tell with Wesker. Even when he seemed upset it was actually him caring.

jill's presence hadn't gone unnoticed when she first stepped into the room. wesker had always been a light sleeper, perhaps a result of, well... there was never time to sleep peacefully in the life he'd lived. still, he couldn't fight the horrid fatigue, and so he remained still when she placed the coffee down / only let out a soft sigh when he felt the blanket over his shoulders. how gentle of her-

it was a reminder that he was surrounded by a team that cared about him. that he was living this life as the confident captain and it was completely different from the life he lived as the overworked umbrella researcher. encounters like these reminded him why he enjoyed this life, even if it had been crafted as a lie.

he could hear jill's footsteps fade as she left the room, allowing him the brief silence where he felt himself drifting off- until she was back with something else. food.

had he taken the time to eat anything? with how hectic their morning had been, he couldn't remember whether or not he'd been able to take the chance- so food was certainly appreciated! sitting up and stretching, it took him a moment to realize that this meant that jill had in fact walked in on him asleep on the job- rather embarrassing, as he so often drilled it into the others that a strong work ethic was key- but from the look on her face, she wasn't here to tease him about it.

❝ coffee and a sandwich- valentine, isn't this supposed to be your meal? ❞ he's not used to kindness like this, and it shows. in the rare moments of vulnerability before the walls go back up, anyone could see that whatever past of his was nothing but sorrow and loss- anyone would know that he still had to learn that kindness did not always come with a price. sometimes it was free. like this-

❝ i don't want to leave you without food- we never know when we'll get a call about something serious- ❞ there's a hint of amusement in his tone as he looks at her- ❝ you should eat your lunch. but, this is a nice reminder that i should go and get my own food. i trust that things won't devolve into chaos if i left the precinct for a few minutes to pick something up- ah... ❞

a pause- because when he thinks of it, she probably has more food with her. she's kind, and kindness this time is exactly what it seems at face value. he needs to learn to understand that more. he realizes how tense he must seem, he tries to relax, even if just a little- it's the least he can do for her.

that, and maybe take a bite of the food she's brought, he thinks as he feels color rise to his cheeks.

❝ ... what i mean is thank you, jill. ❞

unprompted, soft starter ╱ @oathofpromises

#oathofpromises #verse ╱ starfall #im going to cry this is soft ... wesker is learning to accept gifts augh

[ichoric]

❊ I want to roleplay with you

✸ I want to plot with you

✢ I like your characters

✣ I like the way you express your muse(s)

✦ I like seeing you on my dash

✪ You seem like a cool person

❇ I love the way you write

☓ We should talk!

THIS IS SO MUCH HI LETS BE FRIENDS ACTUALLY... we are new mutuals but i basically glanced at ur writing and was immediately wowed o: the level of detail and how many muses u write so well, i am but a humble lil leaf. literally all this back at u, i am THROWING my muses at u.

#oathofpromises #ooc #what if we created an ali army #me: omg u have lyna n alphy n a wol n gaia!! #also me: ALI AND ALI CRIMES

[adversityfought-a]

-`ˏ    @oathofpromises​   ˎ´-

→   What is on your wish list? And Is there a ship you wish you could write more for?-Munday Meme 

(  Mun Questions  🪴  )

Where do I even begin…? There’s so many threads I’d love to explore, it’s kinda hard to rattle them off all off the top of my head… but as of late?

I guess to start? I have been craving more angsty threads tackling the theme of Death  &  my muse exploring the topic in conversation with another muse? Just all around confronting the actual topic they face on a near day to day basic, see what it means to them now  &  possibly what I meant to them back then, see how things changed over the ears from this constant exposure.

All in all explore threads where there’s some conflict internally with views  &  beliefs. It’ll be heavy, that’s for sure, but so far I have an amazing one going on with a friend, but hey if anyone ever wants to dig into the nitty gritty of this theme, I am always down!

Another one I’ve wanted to explore that is admittedly a guilty pleasure, is just Chris going feral or apeshit  -  dark side? Villain verse? Villain verse. I’m weak for corrupted heroes  &  good guys just losing that hope they held so tight, feeling like there’s no point in continuing on the fight, losing faith in humanity or those they believed in.

For Chris specifically I have been thinking a lot about it because of RE8 brainrot… but! Have been rolling around the idea that if he were to change sides, he’d for sure, basic verse wise where he just goes rogue, no external influences, it’d just be a decision he comes to internally after severe amounts of loss  &  failure, maybe his goals start off pure where he decides to try taking it out from the inside, gets involved in shady dealings  &  morally questionable stuff, maybe his own views shift at some point  &  his cynicism kicks into overdrive  &  BAM.

It’s a shift so subtle but it hits hard cause he could believe the ends will justify the means once he reaches the root or something in a weird anti-hero way, but it backfires or only comes to light that even as he gives it all up to try another angle at combatting Bioterrorism, it’s still all for nothing. ITS DARK BUT THATS ONE OF THE MAIN ONES I HAVE RATTLING AROUND.

Ofc I could also go for a good old fashioned infected verse or corruption through a typical villain, but I’d need to trust the other mun  &  know the muse better to allow it because I want DEPTH  &  CONTENT. I WANT TO BE INVESTED IF I GO THAT ROUTE. SO… AAAA

Another plot I’d love to explore is just memory threads?

Can be lighthearted  &  hopeful where he’s relearning older ones or gently reminiscing with friends or a partner over the past to fill the blanks in the lost memories he can’t remember. I just… adore that kind of deep vulnerability, the softness it can invite between both muses, the deepening of a bond through sharing possibly bad or traumatic memories, taking that leap to share the good  &  bad  &  the trust it has in general that he’d TRUST another muse to help be honest with him while doing so.

It has the potential to be angsty too, for possible manipulation, for old feelings to rise again at resurfacing memories or again can just be gentle  &  soft depending on what my partner decides. BUT YES I WILL ABSOLUTELY GO FERAL FOR ANY OF THESE.

AS FOR THE SHIPS  -  I am generally not.. uhhhh I KNOW I WRITE A LOT OF SHIP CONTENT HERE, but I do mean it when I say I’m not typically one to jump in with that as my goal first thing? I’m fairly content right now with the ones I do have going! But I’ll always be down to explore more with others if it’s discussed with me! I adore ships though, so long as it’s brought up with me, deadass I’ll try anything so long as it’s within comfort. I am hella weak thought for Chreon, Valenfield,  &  yeah k HeisenField  &  Chrisker got my ass in a choke hold rn, but again, as much as I adore those ships, it depends highly on muse compatibility.

Cannot… tell you how often I’ve tried to leap into shipping with another mun of a muse I love from a ship and it just never worked out cause muses clashed? I fear that happening so I usually wait a bit to see how they interact before poking or risking sending stuff >< 

LONG STORY SHORT  — these are a few of the ideas I have that I’ve been wanting to explore so much lately! I am.. awful at plotting or asking for them so, please, if you ever have an idea in mind, wouldn’t mind tackling these with me, please kick me in dms or hell even shoot an ask with a nod to em  &  we can work from there?

#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ ANSWERED OOC. #oathofpromises #/ basically #/ anyone crazy enough to indulge me? I’ll love you forever 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭 #/ putting up with my angsty ass - you’ll deserve a medal but I promise I’ll do my best to get plot out for both muses once we get started #-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ WISHLIST.

[crystalmarred]

short starter for @oathofpromises ;;

Disapproval. That is the easiest shade to read in the complicated twist of emotions visible in the crease of D'lhen's brow or his pursed lips. Though conventionally quite attractive, the man before him reeked of a man barely put together and D'lhen was not like his cousin. He was not like D'tykha who would find empathy in the face of whatever tragedy might have given rise to this man's nature.

Blunt was D'lhen's way. Forward with little care if it bothered the people around him. He cared little for sparing people's feelings, lest they were his partner or the baby cousin he'd recently reunited with.

So absolutely no one ought to be surprised that when he approached this too-tall man that he had yet to formally meet and asked, "Are you the one sleeping with my cousin?"

#✧ ▌ in character : d'lhen tia. #oathofpromises #❝ oathofpromises — hiroto caelum. #// ooc. sorry hiroto— #// ooc. also here is the lil short thing i said i would write you! finally kdjfhaslkj #// ooc. d'lhen disregarding that they're probably not even doing much/any 'sleeping together' adkjfhasl #// ooc. dunno if this is hirotykha verse or hirokijitykha verse; i'll let you decide KJHFDSALKJ

[vierandancer]

@oathofpromises continued from here

"Aye, 'twas a childish spell...'cause you were a wee child when you wrote it," Meiko laughed, although she was at least a bit cautious in her choice of words. "As if the others haven' done similar in their youth. 'Stinien likely coddled sheep or whatnot on th'farm he grew up on. I ate rotten fruit thinkin' it'd turn into booze if left in th'sun. Hiko got in trouble stealin' milk off our neighbors' doorsteps. Wains don't have any sense o'pride."

She gave a dismissive wave.

"Th'contrast was just surprisin', that's all. S'why everyone reacted so strong. But nothin' t'make you be seen as any less than you are. If that was th'way it worked, Krile would've worn Alphy down long ago. An' Thancred would've never made it out o'Ul'Dah." She shook her head. "Adjust th'spell as needd, o'course. S'your spell and I agree such a display could be a distraction if other shite's goin' on. But you should be proud o'it either way -- Twelve knows I wasn' summonin' sprites at that age. Few have. As for Matoya, s'not my place t'share anythin'."

Although she was certain Matoya already knew. The two had that kind of bond.

#ic. #oathofpromises #meiko: its ok yshtola i am cringe all the time

[shireentheunburnt]

seasonal aesthetics.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snowfall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snowstorm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon the skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow-up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm night's breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.    the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

Tagged by: @blccdharmonyx (thank you :-) )

Tagging: @oathofpromises (Jill) @herrnarkejaponica @inkribboned (Heisenberg) @ofvalyriansteel @xrealmofmanymusesx (Hades)

+Anyone who wants to :-)

#seasonal aesthetics #headcanons #blccdharmonyx #Thank you :-) #oathofpromises #herrnarkejaponica #inkribboned #ofvalyriansteel #xrealmofmanymusesx

[divinitysheart]

💕 💕

POSITIVITY HEARTS 💕 // ACCEPTING

@detectivcprince

Okay to start off, Lia is genuinely always such a pleasure to talk to and plot with! I always enjoy the way they portray their muses all together, and I especially love Lia's portrayal of Goro SO MUCH, especially after catching up with p5r. I think the way she portrays Goro is so fitting and I love reading her replies when they pop up my dash! Also to add on, her portrayal of Roxas is just genuinely super cool as well! Lia is such a talented writer and I'm glad to have met her!

@oathofpromises

Oh my gosh Stella is literally always super nice to talk to and plot with! Although we haven't gotten to talk a lot, Stella has given off nothing but good vibes and I'm super glad to have met her!! Also not to mention how absolutely gorgeous her edits are, such as my promo in which was made by her! And Stella's writing style is just very nice and I enjoy writing with her a lot! :D

#detectivcprince #oathofpromises #✦ resting point ✦ ooc

[traumamademoved]

@oathofpromises​ sent night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . -Claire 

Leon is no stranger to nightmares. Not in the least. However, they became more frequent this time of year. October is a rough month for him, sometimes he gets PTSD flash backs, stuck back in Raccoon City, other times he dissociates. 

This time, it is nightmares, it is PTSD - it is the sound of screams and the smell of rotting and burning flesh. When he wakes up with a startled gasp, he almost forgets where is for a moment. Like he’s stuck in that awful place before Claire’s voice hits his ears and he comes back to reality.

It leaves him shaking, gasping, trying to catch his breath. Her arms wrap around him and he takes solace in her embrace, slowly wrapping his arms around her and dipping his head to press in the crook of her neck - inhaling her scent and letting that comfort him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Leon mutters against her neck, but his voice comes out in a tremble.

#hope this is okay! #feel free to reply! #oathofpromises

[oathofpromises]

Ooc: Like this post if you’d like an edit of your muse. This can be for multi muses too just state which one. If there’s particular edit you want me to make exnaple icon, banner etc please state that in comments too. This is for only people following this account.

#oathofpromises #Sketchbook Drawings(Stella Edits)

[adversityfought-a]

-`ˏ  @oathofpromises​  |  JILL VALENTINE  ˎ´-

→   A kiss during a fight-maybe for the au or perhaps kiss on the neck. Whichever one you’d like to write for most with Jill~ 

(  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 . 🪴  )

How many times had they done this now  -  bumped into one another after a mission, during them, been forced to work alongside one another in bitter silence. But as always, they fell into an easy pattern, one that was hard to forget. It'd been fine for the most part, it a little tense, strained  -  like twine pulled much too tight, ready to snap at the barest amount of pressure applied in place, but as was the nature of their 'partnership'  -  it'd never snapped. Remained strongly woven  &  ready to bear the worst of the weight they'd toss upon it without breaking.

After what they'd been through  &  sacrificed for one another  -  he knows she's also more than aware. Despite everything, she still hadn't taken that threatened step forwards to stop him as claimed.

He can feel the conflicting emotions rolling off her in heavy waves, thick like a grim, thundering storm cloud  -  all a chaotic mess of wild thoughts  &  feelings, all too palpable to ignore. He watches as she goes through the motions of typing something into one of the main computer consoles, plugging something into one of the USB ports, content to stand right where he was as he turns to look over the lab.

A clattered mess of broken glass, flickering lights  &  goop he can't nor doesn't want to bother putting a name to. All things acting as a messy reminder of what these people were striving for. What he  &  Jill at the end of the day fought to put an end to.

With a slow exhale, one steadily pressed through his nose, he waits until she's done gathering the information she'd come to collect. A quick glance tells him they'll be there for a while yet. Gaze drifting over to her hunched frame, from where she keeps her back turned to him even despite her 'distrust', he can't ignore the tension keeping her posture rigid. Deciding to be the one to break it, at least for the moment, Chris takes a step forwards to close the distance.

Slowly measured steps are taken, one after the other, as he keeps hazel eyes pinned on her frame, scanning  &  studying each small twitch, looking for any sudden movement to signal he should stop. But nothing aside from the shift from one side to the other, the further tensing of her shoulders as he straightens  &  brings them down. Turning, bright eyes meet his own, narrowed into an icy glare, the strain in her jaw as she stubbornly keeps her silence but affixes her attention back on him.

With a defiant jut of her chin outwards, angled up to peer at him, Jill doesn't need to voice her questions  -  not when her eyes say them all, knows that his answer would still be the same no matter how many times she'd asked him. So he stays silent right back, coming to a stop once he's close enough to stare right back in his own stubborn way, determination staying firmly rooted in place before it cracks when she reaches up, the sudden pursing of her lips as her gaze hardens.

Despite everything, despite all the confusion between them that lie in his own foggy goals  &  alliance  -  how he clashed with her in how to tackle their shared goal  -  he still trusted her completely.

When her hand lifts to cup along his jaw, touch light in it's hesitance, yet holding no further waver, he stares as he leans into it, turning to press a kiss to the open, gloved palm. Gentle, apologetic only in the unspoken way he knows to express that he's only sorry he still won't go with her after this is all said  &  done. Can't turn back, not when he knows that he'd just end up in another closed loop of uselessness, waiting for the next disaster.

                                                 (   ' I'm sorry. '  )

A step in closer, he allows it, meeting his former partner halfway even when she moves to wrap him up in a hug, a premature good bye of sorts as he hears a low beeping on the monitor behind the pair. He has to leave, so does she now that she'd gotten everything she'd come for  -  but it's a bittersweet thing, one he knows won't be the first or last time they likely meet eachother out on the field. With a heavy sigh, he feels one returned into the material of his vest from where she rest her head, prompting him to shake his own before he leans down, one hand moving to retrieve her USB before he presses a tender kiss along the exposed skin of her neck.

If he felt the rising prickle of skin under his lips, he doesn't say another thing, instead taking a step back as he pushes the small device into one of her hands, jerking his chin in the direction of the doors leaving back to the main elevator.

She needed to leave.

         ❝ Go. I'll give you ten minutes to get you  &  your team out of here.  ❞

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#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ ANSWERED IC. #-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ INTERACTIONS. #oathofpromises #❝ We'd play with shields made of stone . Share our dreams & sit our thrones. ❞ . ( OATH OF PROMISES ) #❝ Sun always seems to wash our fears away. ❞ ➛ -`ˏ CHRIS ╲ JILL ˎ´- ★ OATHOFPROMISES #*JILL VALENTINE. #→ *𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐔. ( 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 )

[crystalmarred]

Hiroto gently wrapped his arms around X'kijin's waist, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck. Slowly, he sits down next to the mage, placing a small, wrapped box on his lap. The viper waited a second before pulling the black-haired male towards his chest. 

"I know I've been crazy busy this week, but today is a special day. At least it is true for me. Happy name day, Kijin." 

There was a slight ruffling of paper as he observed the other open his fit. The ribbon fell to the ground as a beautiful velvet box laid on X'kijin's lap. Hiroto gave a smile, nudging him to open it, and slowly it opened to reveal a beautiful ice blue crystal necklace. It was clear from the sheer amount of sparkle in the light that it took a great deal of time and effort to make. 

"I know most people aren't really fans of their name days, but...I wanted to give you something special. It took me a while to gather all of the necessary things, and perhaps I did get a little help from my sister. Don't tell her I openly admitted that." 

(some soft ask for your boys name day <3)

MAY 19 ;; KIJIN'S NAMEDAY ⇢ @oathofpromises

It's difficult to mask his surprise. The arms around his waist aren't unusual. On the contrary, Hiroto was nothing if not consistent in the way he always grabbed him around the waist, pulled him close. It made him feel small, something that X'kijin liked more than he would have anticipated when first he'd started dating someone.

What took him by surprise was the present he sat in his lap, neatly wrapped with a pretty ribbon to top it off.

His gaze turned back to Hiroto, green eyes wide with subtle curiosity. The absentminded twitch of his ears when Hiroto speaks.

It was rare when growing up for X'kijin to celebrate his nameday. He'd stopped at some point, when the affair of celebrating had become much too depressing.

"You got me something?"

His cheeks flushed with color as the ribbon was tugged away and he popped open the small, velvet box to peer inside it and...

"Oh," he said, the familiar, gleeful squint of his eyes. His heart soared as he plucked the necklace from the confines of the box, lifted it by the chain to look at the jewel. A crystal stared back at him, an ice blue not unlike the color that X'kijin often wore.

"Hiroto, this..."

The explanation came next as Hiroto spoke of how he'd gathered everything himself—with a little help from Stella, anyways.

His lips curled upwards into a smile, cheeks warm with color.

"Thank you, Hiroto..."

The 'r' rolled across his tongue, familiar and sweet in the breathless way he spoke his name. "Would you...?" He gestured with the necklace, turned his back to him to allow him to tie it on.

#✧ ▌ in character : x'kijin lyzej. #oathofpromises #❝ oathofpromises — hiroto caelum. #❛ x'kijin lyzej. － when we first met i fell apart; you carved these words inside my heart. ⟨ hiroto caelum / oathofpromises. ⟩ #// ooc. I'M SO GOOEY FOR THEM...

[vierandancer]

❝ stand back, i don’t want to hurt you. ❞-From Hades to Azem( if you’d like to)

SEND SOME MEMES TO AZEM || Accepting

"That's news to me!" Lux gasped, hands coming up to hold his face in mock amazement. "What are you going to do? Are you going to blow something up? Are you summoning the Grani again? How far should I step back? Should I start running n--"

Hythlodaeus had grabbed him by the back of his cloak and was cheerily pulling him out of the unspecified danger range. Azem was still shouting questions the entire time, although he didn't put up any resistance.

#oathofpromises #ask. #azem. #// lux confirmed obnoxious as meiko #// i can see hades brow getting heavier and heavier