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s.c. // @lcstkey​

          “Careful !”  Dyn’lo craws suddenly when he notices what the other is up to behind him.  He bounds up onto the stool nearby to snatch a half-transfigured material from the wanderer’s grasp.  “These minerals are inordinately REACTIVE when in this state , miss , it’s best to keep your hands to yourself.”  Scowling at her , fur bristling , he turns on the seat to c a r e f u l l y return the object back to its rightful place on his workbench.  “Humans …”  He huffs , looking again to her.  Were they ALL this horribly invasive ?

          Clawed hands fold neatly in front of him , his features falling back into their usual stoic default.  Dark eyes observe her more closely this time ; curious , yes , but SKEPTICAL .  His tone suggests as such , for rare it is that a h u m a n should come to him for much of anything , “... You were saying something earlier , weren’t you ?”  A few curious c h i r p s , head cocking like an inquisitive bird.  “That you were looking for a forge of some kind ?”  Back to business , then ; if this woman was looking for something to be made , she came to the right Dustling – there was no better forger in this area.

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. DYN’LO || verse i: MAIN ❞ ━ ☙ #lcstkey #if you need anything changed lmk!

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s.c. // @hhemeraa​

          Fur bristles at the word ( familiar , familiar — it echoes ‘round the skull hitting the mind like shrapnel dislodged from unhealed wounds ) .  He wants to believe , he wants to TRUST and put his faith in another again , but his heart is not keen to the idea of giving so readily nor so easily.  Dyn’lo gives off a quiet warble , the expression on his furless face painted to show UNCERTAINTY .  “I … Don’t take kindly to those sorts of jokes,” He says finally , picking each word carefully , pronouncing them as politely as he can manage despite the turmoil a single phrase has brought.  In the end , he cannot help the way his tone is cold and clipped.  “... Are you making such a proposition in earnest ?  Are you seeking another companion ?”

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. DYN’LO || verse i: MAIN ❞ ━ ☙ #hhemeraa #thanks for supporting my new son sy #i knew i could count on u #but uh #maybe for witch!myles? #i'm not sure #up to you! #whatever verse it'll fit!

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x .  // @thuganomxcs​

          It’s true , there was no way they’d be taking his refusal for an answer ; they’d never let a debt for protecting their life go UNPAID , after all !  It simply would not suit !  Like it or not , that neatly wrapped box of berry-tarts is already promptly pressed into his waiting hands.  There weren’t too many , but there were enough to show they’d taken the c a r e to bake each one just for him.  His eventual acceptance earns him a beaming grin , a sweet little thing with a smile to light up the room it seems— Happy simply because they’ve made HIM happy.

          First the hooking comment and now t h i s ?  Kaen internally laments ( the heat of embarrassment quick to sink into fair-freckled cheeks ) ; whatever pride they had is effectively soiled by Yusuke’s remarks alone.  Still , they can’t help but l a u g h ( a crisp , full-bodied sound ) , one hand returning their hat to their head , the other balling into a fist and rather STRONGLY knocking him one in the shoulder.  “C’mon , now , Ah’ve already told ye , tha’s not mah style.”  Did they seriously look the type to him ?  Or was it his goal to f l u s t e r them ?  Either way , it was working.  “B’sides if ye wan’ me ta’ do tha’ kinda’ shit y’re gonna hav’ta work fer it , right ?  Nothin’s comin’ free these days !”  So perhaps … They were a bit of a con , after all.  This cute and innocently weak face of theirs may just be some well-rehearsed schtick ( a rather believable one at that ) .

           “Fauna , huh ?”  They consider the name , a hand lifting in a thumbs-up.  “Y’know , Ah actually like th’ sound’a tha’.”  It fits them.  “Jus’ dun’ go spreadin’ th’ word , aye ?  Ah’m s’pposed ta’ be layin’ low these days.”  Though they can’t help that trouble happens to always catch up with them , no matter where they managed to hide.  “But , Ah’m glad ye like the gift , Yusuke.”  It goes unsaid but there will certainly be MORE in his future.  Blue hues drift to the counter , paces bringing them forward to examine the odd little thing seated there.  “An’ who is t h i s ?  A friend o’ yers , Ah wager ?”  They don’t mean to cut even more into his time , but they’re awfully CURIOUS .

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || threads ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || verse i: MAIN ❞ ━ ☙ #thuganomxcs #:))) #friendship ! start !!! #i hope he's ready for them to... never leave him alone... #i'm excited for them to interact i'll say it

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s.c. // @hhemeraa​

          It’s the blanket being draped ‘round their overworked form that manages to wake them up again ( unfortunate , really , they seem like they could use the rest ) .  A yawn , a rub of sapphire hues.  “Hey , Myles.  When’d ye get back ?”  They lean a bit , trying to squint at the clock on the wall ( that late already ? ) .  “Ah missed ye at rehearsal t’day !”  Despite the grogginess writ all through their tone , they seem completely ELATED to see their body-guard again.  “Now tha’ y’re back , ye wanna hang out a bit ?”  Barely a professional relationship anymore , is it ?  They treat him more like their best friend than their employee ( speaks volumes ; life in the limelight truly made them even more lonely ) .

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || verse iii: FAME!AU ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || threads ❞ ━ ☙ #hhemeraa #i just think it's cute okay? #they're SO lonely they lean on myles for a genuine friend #while also making his job harder #gg #if you need me to change it lmk

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s.c. // @tvstarkuma​

          Sudden is the way they pop up from behind the counter , a burst of red hair and antlers , arms folding atop the earthy marble and form leaning PRECARIOUSLY CLOSE to the blond as they whisper rather conspiratorially , “Soooo , Ah’m offa’ work in ‘bout five minutes , y’wanna do somethin’ after ?”  It’s a Friday , it’d be the perfect day to do something.  It was also one of the rare weekends they have off , one of the rare weekends they managed to squander for themself ( & thus proceed to make it everyone else’s problem ) .  The expression on their face is d a m n i n g ; glinting eyes and cheeky smile.  “An b’fore ye ask , NO , this ain’t a date.  So dun’ go gettin’ tha’ lil’ thought in yer big ol’ head.”  They lightly prod the blond ‘tween the eyes , harmless as it was teasing , though they weren’t here to inflate his ego even more.  “C’moooon , Ah’ll e’en let ye pick where we go !”

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || threads ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || verse i: MAIN ❞ ━ ☙ #tvstarkuma #i regret to inform teddie............. #............kaen is now attached to him for life x -x #let them have a night on the town #nothing will go wrong i swear

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𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭. || @wolfsmuses​

          Rising from her seat with a groan of wood ‘gainst old-grain floor , Sloan offers the Dhampir a cordial smile.  “Good t’see you again.  It’s been awhile , hasn’t it ?”  Too long , she wants to add , purely for the chance of thinning that near-permanent icy barrier which seems to so oft’ surround him.  The beast refrains , holding back the friendly chagrin with little more than a chaste bow of the head – a formality , even now , a gesture of well-earned RESPECT for a superior hunter.  

          Motioning for him to join her at the private table , the young woman settles back into her chair.  “You know I wouldn’t’ve called unless it was IMPORTANT .”  She’s already reaching behind her , a fluid motion of turning in place and revealing the paperwork which comes to settle atop the table ‘tween them.  Clawed finger taps ‘gainst the picture amid the scrawl of information.  “I’ve been assigned a target,” As was her j o b , “The thing is …” She shakes her head , leaning back in her seat with a huff , “I know my limits.  While I’m g l a d my boss is confident in my abilities to take down someone like this n’ claim the bounty , I’m still new to everything.  So,” Hands gesture forward towards him , “That’s where you come in.  They never said I couldn’t ask someone for help.”  Unspoken loopholes ; she was CLEVER , at least , so long as no-one caught on to her bending the rules.  “What do you say ?  Can you give me a hand ?”  Maybe two.  It would depend on how g e n e r o u s he felt.

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. SLOAN || threads ❞ ━ ☙ #wolfsmuses #obviously if you need me to alter anything #just let me know

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@blitz-heart asked: ‘ Yesterday was tough, but I woke up today. ’ to Lea !

a prompt i lost.

“Well there ya’ go,” Lea says , offering the younger a bright smile , “That’s the best way t’go about it , right ?  Jus’ gotta’ take it one day at a time.  Even if the one before wasn’t so great , there’s always gonna be another tomorrow t’look forward to !”  A s i m p l e optimism , indeed , likely a knowledge she’s been offered before by others ( verily , lea himself is aware of how overused & obvious the words must sound to a cynical ear ) .  But it comes across no less GENUINE ‘pon the tongue of someone so spirited and p o s i t i v e .  And just as well , if he could help spread that WARMTH to others , perhaps then he would find the means to cleanse himself of the weight still harbored in his heart , threatening the newly restored Light which perveys over everything he does.

A moment passes where he stops to consider his next thought , verdescent gaze watching her face , the slight ways in which she fidgets and worries with her hands in her seat.  Leaning forward a bit , attempting to meet her eye , Lea gives her a reassuring nod , “I don’t think I need to say this , but I will in case ya’ needa’ hear it : there’s bound ta’ be tough days , Kairi , but they’re not ALL our days , y’know ?  They don’t have ta’ bring us down if we don’t let ‘em.”  He tips his hands some as if weighing the merit of his sentiment , making an uncertain face.  “Which - uh - I know is easier said than done , but , I mean it.  We’re jus’ as much our good as we are our bad.  An’ I think ya’ jus’ needa’ start focusin’ a bit more on some’a the good.”  A hand reaches out , settling atop her own , stilling their motions.  “I’ll be here ta’ help ya’ with that , whenever ya’ need it.  But if y’needa’ vent or anythin’ in the meantime - since y’did have a bad day yesterday - I’m here for that , too.” 

#❧ ━ ❝ ooc || maybe queue really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. axel || answered ❞ ━ ☙ #blitzheart #❧ ━ ❝ ch. AXEL || verse i: MAIN ❞ ━ ☙

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@theydefy asked : ❝ i heard voices . last night . saying horrible things . ❞ // rian to kaen !

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Any morning greeting which had risen ‘pon the tongue is silenced when Kaen pulls back from placing a kiss to Rian’s cheek ( the words uttered to their perked ear : we must speak , it’s important ) .  No room to disagree , not the time to a s k for details , the Stonewood is already marching beyond them to a more secluded path where they can talk without interference.  Standing stationary a moment , Kaen simply takes a breath , lifts their chin ( gives themself the reminder – again – that he is effectively above them in rank even if not wholly above them in power ; whatever is his ask , he is to receive ) .  “Yessir,” They hiss under their breath , out of earshot , nearly spat to the ground at their feet.  Still , the godling’s stride covers ground much q u i c k e r than he , they easily manage to fall into line at his shoulder ( a good soldier , a loyal tribute , as always ) .

Once effectively away from the others , Kaen resumes their place leaning ‘gainst a tree , hand motioning for the younger to say as he will so they may in kind listen.  Even ‘fore he’s to open his mouth , they can t e l l it’s not pleasant news.  If they have learned anything at all it is how to read the character of gelfling – most especially those closest to them.  Rian , though he’d rise to argue otherwise , is EASY for them to diagnose ( he is , after all , their lover ; the first they laid with , the first they gave themself to in all the ways a beloved knows how – mind , body , & even soul — ) .  They can s e n s e it like an uneasy prickling in their heart , feel it radiating from him ; something has gone WRONG , and his fury , his displeasure , is palpable to them in such a way that makes them feel some sense of pre-distaste.

Rian discloses his piece and though they are n o t quite surprised ( after all , not every army is without its few spoiled souls to disturb the flock ) , they feel their expression show something to the effect of CONCERN .  Red brows knit together , dark gaze casting away in contemplation.  “... Those tha’ ye ‘eard sayin’ these things … Dissenters ?”  They don’t have to look at him to know he’s affirming what they both already know.  “Troublin’ news…”  Spoken more to themself than him , a hand coming up to knead at the juncture of hitched brows.  They sigh , lowering their hand and looking at him again.  “Ah’ve ne’er been in this situation b’fore , Rian , Ah wouldnae know where ta’ begin wit’ somethin’ like this.”  Even in saying the words , they sense he’s already figured out a course of action , perhaps even prior to telling them.  Letting them know what was happening was merely a c o u r t e s y before anything was done and that drove a burning bitterness into them they’re not sure what to do with.  The realization comes to them : Rian may meet this problem with equal force.  No risks could be taken , nothing could be left to chance.  He may very well intend to KILL THOSE who stand in the way of what is right for his people ⸺

But , they wonder , does spilling more blood ( however warranted ) solidify faith ?

“... Wha’e’er ye decide , Rian,” Kaen says , “Ah’ll stand by ye.”  Chin inclinces , antlered head bowing slightly ( a sign of respect as much as resignation ) .  “Yer will is m’own , aye ?”  They just hope his will does not steer them wrong.

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || answered ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || verse vi: TDC ❞ ━ ☙ #theydefy #theydefy || rian

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Continued. || @unladielike​

          Veil of near-permanent exhaustion lifts the moment she acknowledges him , those overworked features seeming to b r i g h t e n , that indistinguishable weight he always hauls wherever he goes beginning to raise from his shoulders.  “Oh , of course , I would consider no-one else !”  Icarus announces , a renewed trot bolstering his gait.  Hand raises and lightly rests calloused digits to his chest , posture tipping forth in a sarcastic b o w out of respect for her self-endowed heroine title.  “You and your tastes are renowned , so I hear.  So , only y o u could be trusted with such a DAUNTING mission !”  Teasing her , of course , but he means well.  Come to think of it , he would quite frankly only really trust h e r opinion to begin with.

          Few notes of a laugh escapes him ( the first genuine one in over a week ; it feels good , it feels refreshing ) .  It’s one of those things he knows only Vivian can really push out of him ; that dopey side of him compared to his more business-like facets.  He considers her words , loosely crossing his arms.  “Genres , huh ?  Well , generally speaking , I don’t really care for slice-of-life too much.  Or romance.”  His head tilts in thought.  “I guess it’s no surprise that I prefer more science-y stuff.  When I went looking for that I came up with a show called ‘Steins-Gate’ , which d i d seem interesting.  What are your thoughts ?”  He asks in EARNEST , valuing her opinion as the esteemed local expert.

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. ICARUS || threads ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. ICARUS || verse i: MAIN ❞ ━ ☙ #unladielike #!!! #of course- i was happy to continue this as well c:

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𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭. || @deathleads​

          “Ye mean it ?  Ye’ll help me ?”  Excitement plain as day , the Faun can’t help the too-obvious g l e a m which overtakes such a sweet countenance ; everything about them , down to that too-fragile bird still a-beating in their breast time over miserable time , is soft and SINCERE – so serene and sensitive it makes living in such a cruel world difficult ( but still they press forth , hope surging through every part of , driving them to such extremes ) .  And lo’ , herein was vested a tribute of p o t e n t i a l ; divine in heritage , carrying with them the unwavering scent of something unmistakably w i l d – that thing held dormant for so long that now it practically trembled within them at the opportunity to be set loose.  

          Kaen reminds themself of their place ( mind your manners ! ) , they lower antlered head in a cordial gesture of grateful respect.  “Ah- Ah’ve ne’er had a mentor b’fore.”  Never had a benefactor either.  All in an INSTANT , their life was surely changing , a new season coming to take hold of them ( was it not for the better ? ) .  They lift their head , offering the greater magus a beaming smile.  “Thank ye !  Really , this means a l o t .  Ah- Ah know it’ll be plenty o’ work , but Ah promise Ah’ll give it e’rythin’ Ah have !”  A conviction and certainty hangs in their voice , a promise to make the woman PROUD .

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || threads ❞ ━ ☙ #deathleads #annnd the second one! #again if anything needs fixing just nudge me c:

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@causalitylinked asked : ❛ some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen. ❜ [ from ryuto to dyn'lo! ]

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

The young master’s remark does not come unprompted , nor does it go unheeded.  The Dustling cannot help the l a u g h t e r which resounds out of him , welling up from those long-starved depths now eased by the grace of such similar humor to his own.  It does him GOOD , he thinks , to be lightened in such a way ; to be RESTORED .  It might not seem funny to anyone else , but Dyn’lo finds it quite a r i o t ( a testament to the fact he’s been overdue for proper company ) .  How rare ( & how mortifying ) it is to have someone understand how he thinks !

“Master Ryuto,” Dyn’lo announces , vim and vigor r e n e w e d ( he must have sensed it , the dustling’s faltering morale , why else make such a comment ? ) , “I fear we may be more alike than I initially bargained for !”  Spoken amid continued snickering , maw preened into sharp-toothed , be-charmed grin.  Like any rational , skeptical creature , Dyn’lo was the f i r s t to question the bond ( though not to ryuto’s fault , instead he is spurned by a great grief that makes him hesitant to endure another wretched loss ) ; the first to ponder after the innumerable outcomes of his fate with Ryuto.  And if there remained any lingering doubts , he should thus consider them EXTINGUISHED as his new master continues to thwart them at every turn ( even now ) .  For this , Dyn’lo is incredibly grateful , put at ease for the first time in what seems like a g e s .

“You raise a good point,” He speaks up again , following his formerly appointed quest to fetch the other his requested texts for studying.  It did not take long for the Dustling to m e m o r i z e the place of things , thus it does not take long for him to sniff out the books and return with them in hand ( still smiling to himself ) .  After leaning up to place them ‘pon the desk in front of Ryuto , he shifts to recline back onto his haunches.  “If they be a pest , or merely UNWORTHY of your time , simply do away with them !”  Head tosses , an affirming chirrup given for the words , fur and plume alike both r u f f l i n g .  “It’s rather illogical to keep around any extraneous variables , after all , hm ?”  There is an easily missable devilry to his tone , a hidden serpent that slicks his words ; the damning light in those obsidian orbs suggests – only momentarily – that he has once upon a time gone to g r e a t lengths to get rid of such factors if it should mean yielding RESULTS .

#❧ ━ ❝ ooc || maybe queue really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #causalitylinked #causalitylinked || ryuto #❧ ━ ❝ ch. DYN’LO || answered ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. DYN’LO || verse i: MAIN ❞ ━ ☙

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@seeasunset asked : ❝Do you ever think that you may have a mean 15 year old voice in your head that calls you cringe every time you do something?❞ (@ Areum)

Interlude of silence follows thereafter ( she means to make him steep in the queerness of his words , to recognize the oddness of them , but she gets the sense he is not like most for he does not seem to care for those discomforts as would others ) ; nothing passes ‘tween them save for the characteristically raucous din of the tavern they’ve come to occupy ( not her usual choice of haunt , though these ports rarely had much privacy otherwise & sacrifices must be endured if one sought reprieve from weathered / wearied fancies ) . The immortal takes her piece of silence to wonder what had possessed this man to sit with her in the first place , for verily she did n o t at all appear the sort to be welcoming ; a foreign creature , a powerful entity— By all accounts and accredits , the LAST OF HER KIND . And just w h a t business did she have here if not to indulge the potential of company and conversation ⸺

Nay ! Such is not true !

But how v a i n of her to assume she was unreachable ; to think she was entirely unapproachable. Perhaps she need try HARDER to set the barrier , to put the divide ‘tween herself and these mortals ( would that not be for the best ? ) . Yet a smaller , much more dormant part of her rises to contest her ever-isolated rituals , stands – for once – to say : this is a moment to change course , we should seize the opportunity , we should take the chance— ! Quick is the she-beast to SILENCE & SMOTE the insolence of this miniscule voice.

Begone with you , Lhore wants to say ( she feels her features already souring ) , I’ve no patience for a man’s riddles , but holds her tongue , instead tipping herself back in her seat to pin the stranger with a PEERING look , seeking and prying , gazing ‘pon him as one may inspect the merit of a particular treasure. Her curiosity begins to overcome her , draws her away from the need to send him off ( & what could it hurt ? there were far worse men to speak to in this place , after all ) . “Hm,” Lhore huffs , pulling her cup close and swallowing away the remnants of the swill. “I cannot say I do,” She replies at last , allowing him his grace. “Instead , I find I’ve somehow acquired a sailor-man muttering nonsense in my ear.” A bit r u d e , more than d i r e c t , but there’s a certain sharpened CHEEK to her words that suggests – perhaps – this is her way of being humorous and friendly. “Do you find yourself called … ‘Cringe’ ?” She doesn’t really understand what that means , it must be an insult. A smile threatens her painted lips. “... Or are you FREE ?” Or maybe she does know what it means.

#❧ ━ ❝ ooc || maybe queue really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. LHORE || answered ❞ ━ ☙ #seeasunset #hello yes hi #i love that u went with probably one of the more antisocial of my muses

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closed. // @reveredhearts​

          Evening civilities and ceremonies conclude in the usual fashion ( strung along for the prolonged entertainment of aristocracy , forced into a dance done since his youth , it is no less exhaustive ) .  Time is taken to steal away from the flock , making haste to put as much a berth ‘tween himself and the senseless gaggle in the castle.  They’re EXCITED , he knows - he reasons - yet he was never so good at p e r f o r m i n g for the masses ( so unlike his parents , so reserved & internal ; the expectations mounted before him loom like insurmountable fixtures ) .  His nature will likely be his undoing.  But for now , he can keep his secrets and hide away in the gardens.

          No sooner has he begun to sit down , then he is beginning to resume his too-rigid stature again at the sound of approaching soles.  Isa is more than prepared for one of the guards ( or worse , one of the advisors ) to have come to fetch him , reminding him once more of his proper place amongst the people ( a time of celebration , he can foresee them saying , should you not be with everyone else ? why , it does not befit a future king to shirk his responsibilities ! ) .  Try as he like , he cannot quite refrain from the tension pulling at his jaw , twisting his features into a hardened scowl.  Though , the one who rounds the bend of rhododendrons is … Aqua.  He relaxes , though only marginally , letting free of a sigh which frosts slightly in the pre-autumnal air.  “It’s only you …”  Sitting down at last , he motions for her to join him.

          “I did not have a chance to properly congratulate you inside but , congratulations,” All of this , intoned with the grace of a fleeting smile , pale hues alight with admiration.  “You’ve come rather far from the girl who used to chase me with a sharp stick , I have to admit.”  He chuckles lightly at the memory.  “How does it feel to be a knight ?  Is it what you imagined it would be ?”

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. ISA || threads ❞ ━ ☙ #reveredhearts #reveredhearts || aqua

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@crystalcracked : a kiss to anger a third party // periss and Dyn EHEHE

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Curious warble , curiouser gaze follows the trail of Periss’ gesture , where there beyond the extent of a waving hand does Dyn’lo see the Nobles ( the whole flock of them , too , clustered together as if resembling a CONJOINED ENTITY of fur , great plumes , & adornments ; the very mind of the tribe , the core of his people , a beast all their own ) .  For a passing moment , the great Xehan’ra and Dyn’lo meet in the mind – an exchange of l o o k s , a wordless conversation passing within the distance that divides them where within flourishes a TENSION that has been cultivated for all the trine the Forgemaster has contested their politics and teachings.  He understands her desires of him , her askance conveyed in little more than a lingering glance which flickers uncertainly ‘tween him and Periss ; the urge for him to c o n f o r m , to do RIGHT by his tribe ( you dismiss us , but you are undeniably one of us , he hears in his heart ) .  They know already – as everyone is by now aware – that he has given himself to Periss.  It was only a matter of time ‘fore the Nobles elected for ACTION , ‘fore they decided to PASS JUDGMENT for an unprecedented o f f e n s e .

“Them ?”  Dyn’lo questions , tossing his head a bit , fur fluffing in what could only be d i s d a i n .  “They’ve no power over us,” He looks down towards the Sandling , small smile curving his maw.  “They are simply AFRAID .”  But there is no fear in him ; there never was.  Not a moment spared to reconsider , nor a second left to the unknowns ( periss was his known ; periss was all he wished to continue knowing despite the consequences that shadowed their choices from here on ) .  Was it so wrong ?  Dyn’lo wondered.  Could it be so a w f u l to love and be loved so COMPLETELY— Yet in the logic of their respective people , this was … ILLOGICAL , what they were doing – what they’ve done.  Even so , there they stood , a living representation to dispute with the fact.

“I suppose,” Dyn’lo speaks up again , claws reaching out to pull the younger close to him , letting their forms easily mold together.  “If they prefer to stand there and gawk as they are , we should GIVE them something to stare at.”  Opposite paw fixes to Periss’ cheek , lifting his face enough to meet the way the forger bows to kiss him.  Not in the business of being chaste , of hiding anything even in public , his maw parts ‘gainst Periss’ lips , pressing / demanding for m o r e .  A display is what it is ; an ANTAGONIZATION , a direct stone cast at the Nobles’ esteem and authority ( look you powerful cowards ! he thinks with dissent , you’ll never understand but you’ll see it for yourself— ! ) … Yet no less sincere.  Dyn’lo c r a v e s Periss ; a hunger and depthless longing he doesn’t recognize in himself ( a love of need as much a love of necessity ; the heart that beats in them both can salvage them from themselves ) .  And he realizes , as the thread of d e s i r e unspools through him once again , he has entirely become BEHOLDEN to it , as if indebted to the long while spent i g n o r i n g the bloodwrit instinct to have and to hold.

Satisfied purr rumbles through him when he at last withdraws , not heady and breathless like a twitterpated kit , but also not entirely stoic as he would like ; he knows he’ll come back for more later.  Quiet beside him comes the harp of his title , turning , he finds the heiress standing just behind.  It is the look on her face which stops his voice , withers his commentary ; her pale gaze is directed RIGHT INTO HIM , keen as knives , digging and cleaving and digging more— But not with contempt , out of concern.  She is n e r v o u s .

Her paws raise , unveiling from the furls of her embroidered silks , quickly she signs , 〈 Are you truly willing to die for this ?  For him ?  Will that be worth it for you ? 〉

Even after her words , he continues to watch her claws , slowly lifting his eye to meet her gaze.  She leans forward a bit , EXPECTANT of him as ever to meet the occasion of her questions.  He frowns , own paws signing in return , 〈 I would.  For him , I would do anything.  This is fact , Ayn , it will be worth everything to me for Periss himself is worth everything to me. 〉

#❧ ━ ❝ ooc || maybe queue really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. DYN’LO || answered ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. DYN’LO || verse ii: TDC ❞ ━ ☙ #the way i continue to write you a novel every time u send smth to dyn from periss oTL #very telling indeed #crystalcracked #crystalcracked || periss

[strywoven-moved]

@theydefy​ asked : ❝  we’re  a  family  now.❞ // kylan to kaen <3

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

          FAMILY—  A word that had little meaning ‘til now.  They never felt at place ( at peace ) in The Wyrd , but have – by some stroke of unfortunate Fate – found a meaning and a h o m e in Thra ( a world that did not belong to them , did not breathe life into them , but all the same sung to their soul & lived in their heart ) .  By proxy of the gelfling , by forging now such lasting b o n d s with these otherworld creatures , the godling at LAST UNDERSTANDS the full merit of what Kylan implies ; and so many times have they returned the sentiment , so many times have they held the hands of the others and spoken thus , ‘brother’ , ‘sister’ , ‘lover’—  But none of them quite compared to the measure of faith and trust they have vested most entirely into Kylan.  Him , the f i r s t to welcome them ; him , the f i r s t to bridge the divide ‘tween god-creature and other-creature ; and he , the one who f i r s t found a place in their heart and said , i don’t mind making a place here , in fact it is quite nice.

          For a moment , there is silence – though not a disrespect nor a discomfort , but a mindfulness that overtakes the sweet doe as they again take in his offering ; savoring , perhaps , what little grace it still provides them despite how they both understand the inevitable.  Taking a breath , as if able to breathe in his love further , Kaen opens their eyes to look at him , smiling sleepily.  “Ye’ve been tellin’ me tha’ a lot lately,” They whisper , letting the god-speak drift easily ‘round their words , lilting it in gentle musicality.  “‘S almost like y’re worried ‘bout somethin’.”  Which in turn worries them.  They watch him , looking for any sign they’ve struck the quick of the t r u t h .  Finding nothing , they laugh softly , reaching out to lay a hand to his cheek.

           “Maybe Ah’m th’ one lookin’ too far inta’ it.  Ah think e’rythin’s startin’ ta’ take a toll on me.”  Something not easily said in the presence of their comrades , but Kylan deserves them at their most h o n e s t and vulnerable.  “It’ll be okay , though , Ah know it will.”  Spoken more for their sake than his.  Hand shifts , reaching for his tucked ‘tween them , intermingles their digits and pulls it close to rest his touch over their heart which beats even still STRONG & STEADY in their breast , humming faintly alongside the song of Thra.  “But we are family , Kylan , we are.  Ah wun’ let anythin’ change tha’.  Ah’ll always…”  A pause to yawn , eyes closing again , the dim glow they’ve been giving off for his sake beginning to go dark as sleep starts to drag them away , “... Love ye… Always…”  And even unconscious , their grip on his hand remains s e c u r e ; the reminder that they , too , speak in earnest – they’ll never let him go , perhaps not even in death.

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || answered ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || verse vi: TDC ❞ ━ ☙ #theydefy #theydefy || kylan #i'm gonna get cavities over here GOD

[strywoven-moved]

@theydefy​ asked : ❛ i’d be so lost without you. ❜ // periss to dyn!

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

          Heart l u r c h e s hearing such a confession ( please – please don’t go saying such things , periss— ) , concentration on his craftsmanship effectively broken , the songlike ripple of energy charming the workspace suddenly DULLING & DISSIPATING as the Dustling’s hammer falls slack in clawed grasp.  “Lost ?”  He sounds more startled than he intends to , his voice hitching into a surprised c h i r p .  Spinning stool twirls away from the bench scattered with half-transfigured materials still smoldering and glimmering , Dyn’lo turning ‘round to face his companion perched on the steps leading back towards the main home above their heads.  He gives a few clicks , a warble of c o n f u s i o n to offset the effect of the other’s words , “I’m not sure I understand , Periss , you don’t seem lost to me.  And surely that’s nothing to do with whatever I’ve done.”  Taking things LITERALLY again , are we ?  Or perhaps … There’s something more to it.  Dancing ‘round the meaning of what his friend has said in attempts to hide from the way it makes him f e e l — Too scared to acknowledge just HOW MUCH he means to Periss ( likewise how much periss means to him ) , too nervous to look their bond in the eye and give it a n a m e .

          A few moments of thoughtful silence pass , the Dustling looking down at the hammer dormantly clutched in his claws.  He gives an idle twirl of the wrist , spinning the tool about , causing the stones notched within its helm to h u m .  Dyn’lo is not so ignorant , he UNDERSTANDS what Periss means.  And he is so loathsome of his furless face , envious of his more covered cousins in that moment , for the fair flesh of his cheeks begin to h e a t up ever so faintly , utterly BETRAYING HIM .  “Well …”  The sentiment dies ‘fore it even begins.  He’s suddenly not sure what to say.  For as well-learned as he is , how is it that one sandling can render him completely STUPEFIED ?  A sigh , voice lowering to a mumbled croon , “You’re never lost with me , Periss.  And for what it’s worth , I’m quite grateful to have ‘ found ’ you.”  With fur b r i s t l i n g and his nerves running rampant , the forgemaster is rather quick to whip back ‘round to his work and continue as if he’s said nothing at all ( why did he just say that ? why is he acting so foolish ? it makes no sense— ! ) .

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. DYN’LO || answered ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. DYN’LO || verse ii: TDC ❞ ━ ☙ #theydefy #theydefy || periss #i have brainrot for these two #moogle PLEASE-- #i'm dying i'm genuinely deceased i'm--