#creeping clouds

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

aaaaariiiiiiii how do you think gojo would react when his always calm, quiet gf gets angry? Especially at him? (It's real bad when quiet people express their anger)

anonnnnnnn :3 that’s a great question hehe. i’m a sucker for this trope ngl ………. i think it depends a bit on the situation bc . if you genuinely get angry when you’re usually never like that, it’s probably over something serious, right? if you’re really upset and sad and just expressing it through anger then i think gojo notices and tries to soothe you. he’s always very observant when it comes to you!!! and as much as he teases you, he wouldn’t enjoy seeing you in actual emotional turmoil.

with that being said <33 if you’re just pissed off and nothing more, i think gojo loves it. he’s ecstatic. he’s literally never been happier. if you’re angry at someone else and chewing them out then he’s just watching you with a big ass grin on his face. would CHEER if you slapped someone. he thinks you’re so attractive when you’re all mad and assertive <33 and tbh the same can be said when you’re angry at him…. he doesn’t like being given the silent treatment, and he doesn’t like when you’re upset with him, but. he likes it when you chew him out. especially since it’s a side of you he doesn’t see very often.

i think it’s a little infuriating because you want him to listen to you but he’s just watching you in awe. grinning. hearts in his eyes. knees buckling when you raise your voice at him. he’s soooo enamored. thinks you’re so cute when you’re angry. (<- this just makes you even angrier but that’s kind of what he’s hoping for anyway …. gl dealing w this man LMAO)

#sorry but i sincerely think gojo would enjoy this with every fibre of his being #AGAIN. it’s different if you’re like. actually upset. #but if you’re chewing a stranger out for being a creep or scowling at him for being annoying… he’s on cloud nine. #freak of a man #ty for the lovely question anon <333 i lovelovelove this trope w gojo !!! #ask tag ✩

[downfalldestiny]

I don't wanna know ❤️‍🩹 !.

#Life #downfalldestiny #downfall #Pain #Playing #magic destinations #magical world #magic moments #love #Sunsets #Road #Clouds #Sky #Creeping

[themelodyofspring]

03.05.2023

I've been taking a lot of sky and flower pictures recently 📷 I ordered a Nerve plant but received a Jade plant instead. It has been hard to manage but we persevere. The Ixora plant is blooming again properly like it did 3 years ago🌷

#hell bent #lockwood and co #leigh bradugo #jonathan stroud #booklr #mypics #books #books and flowers #bookblr #read #books and plants #sky #clouds #plants #the creeping shadow #monthly snapshots

[icharchivist]

[..]

she's such a menace i love her so much. Cloud didn't stand a chance.

#ichablogging ffviirg #she asked him to be her bodyguard so she could come back home safely and promised her a date as a reward #but because the situation was urgent Cloud didn't exactly approve or disapprove of those terms #so he brought her back home and now she's like 'ok i'll bring you back to YOUR home' #so basically the whole bodyguard thing becomes useless #and when he starts to object she threatens basically to tell her mom he only accepted for a date #which he DIDNT EVEN. #so now he's forced to roll with her else he's the one who'd sound like a creep #she's so fucking funny like. he didn't stand a chance and she has him completely figured out.

[yakourinka]

I was promised hatsuchiri this week. where is hatsuchiri

please vacate my game already

#you're creeping me out #neural cloud

[cloudbattrolls]

If Life Is Subtraction

Epsilo Volant | Vernrot Harbour | Present Night

Having been a seadweller for most of his life, Epsilo hardly minded the rain. He did mind the excess of mud it created when he had to plod through it looking for someone - something - that might not even be around. It stuck to his boots and splattered up on the edges of his pants, no matter how he tried to avoid puddles. 

One hardly could avoid puddles in Vernrot; it was like trying to dodge snow in a blizzard. 

Vallis, of course, had no idea where Arty had come from or why. Epsilo doubted he would have gotten many more answers by asking Lusien, either. The construct was clearly rather secretive.

He couldn’t track it by scent; it didn’t have one, not like a troll did. He’d noticed when it had turned up out of the blue, irate at Vallis. It smelled faintly of metal, but that was all. It did not sweat or need to breathe. 

He sighed, stepping under the edge of a storefront’s roof for a moment, a few stray drops running down his cool skin.

Curiously, a bug flitted about, despite the rain. It almost looked like a dragonfly, but…not quite. Epsilo squinted at it through his glasses. It was…shiny, he realized. Light glinted off its carapace, though it moved too quickly for him to get a good look, darting in and out of the steady precipitation.

Another of Vernrot’s oddities, like the ‘cats’ that roamed the streets? Yet it didn’t seem eldritch.

It landed on his hand.

Not in the random, erratic way bugs usually did - its flight was controlled. Purposeful.

It looked up at him, and its tiny eyes glowed green. Its body was an almost metallic silver.

Epsilo felt…watched. The hairs on his neck prickled.

“What are you?” He whispered.

It took off again, circling, then circled back, again looking at him.

He had the strangest feeling it wanted him to follow.

Caution whispered he shouldn’t. But instinctively, he felt it did not mean him harm. A neutral if not friendly presence.

So he went back into the rain, his wavy hair becoming yet heavier with moisture, glasses fogging up, but he hardly cared.

He followed it for several minutes, the rain getting heavier, but just as he was beginning to wonder if this was a joke or a trick, he came to a small, worn-down shed set away from the other buildings around it. The door was cracked open, slightly ajar, but there were no lights on inside. It had a faint odor of fish and salt, as many things in the town did. 

He sniffed the air again, wishing for his hyena nose, but now was not a good time to change; one moon was new, the other merely a crescent.

He did not smell anyone, though admittedly the rain made it harder to tell.

He took out his saw, ready in case of a fight, and stepped toward the door…before it opened by itself.

On edge, he slowly walked in, violet eyes flicking back and forth.

It was just…a shed. He blinked, surprised more by the normalcy than anything; slightly rotted wood, some tools with a bit of rust on them, and -

He looked up.

Bugs. Dozens of them, clinging to the dark timbers of the shed’s roof.

All looking back at him with tiny green eyes.

“Hello, Epsilo.”

The voice was slightly distorted, buzzing mildly as it came from…somewhere, but he recognized it.

“Arty.” He acknowledged.

“Come to track me down for Vallis, have you? Well, you found me. What now?”

He frowned.

“This is…you?”

It laughed, a strange and slightly shrill noise, more like an audio file than anything.

“What do you want, Epsilo?”

He cleared his throat, shaking his head as he tried to get some water off of him.

“If possible, I would like it if you and Vallis could make amends.” He said stiffly. “It seems like the problem happened due to a lack of specific conditions set by you and his own willfulness.”

“Mmm…he is a risk. Unpredictable. Unreliable.”

Epsilo put a hand to his face. He couldn’t deny it.

“Even you know.” It said, amused. “It’s too bad! But why should I trust him with my things again?”

“That body.” Epsilo said, aware he had to go carefully. 

“What about it?” Replied Arty, with a seemingly casual tone that he felt wary of.

“It’s…your creation, isn’t it? Something that specifically made…”

“Careful.” It warned, but sounded more amused than threatening. “Careful, Epsilo.”

The bugs dropped from the ceiling, flying around him in gentle circles.

He has a feeling their flight could change at any moment.

“I am aware.” He said stiffly. “You aren’t the first swarm I’ve met.”

“Oh yes. Tuuya.”

He blinked.

“Are you like them?”

Again came the laughter. 

“I’ll take that as a no.” He grumbled,

“I’m older than the second worm swarm.” Whispered the voice. “Much older.”

A chill ran down his spine.

“You didn’t…act this way, earlier.”

“What’s the fun in that? A single demeanor? So boring.”

This thing really was like Vallis - even more so, Epsilo realized, wary yet fascinated. It seemed to have far more of a grasp on its aspects. 

“You…you understand him like I can’t.” He admitted bitterly. “He needs you, with the Varzims gone.”

“Or what?”

It asked, amused.

“Or he might slip away from me for good.” Epsilo said, dejected and weary.

He knew very well it wasn’t Arty’s problem. That trying to appeal to the empathy of a…biotech construct…was probably futile.

Soaked and spattered, he still had to try.

“So you really don’t want to lose your friend.” It said softly. “And despite what you think of me, you admit I can do more for him.”

He flushed, not realizing it knew what he had said about it. Or did it? Did it only suspect?

Did it…could it…

He looked at the bugs. Small. Easy to miss in a big room.

The violet shuddered.

“What do you offer me, if I do this?”

He blinked, then felt like an idiot. Of course it wanted something.

“I am a biologist. I have some skill with biotech myself.” He said, unsure if that was what it wanted. 

“Don’t you like animals too? Like Vallis does?”

He blinked again, repeatedly. 

“Yes.”

“Can you show me where big sharks live?”

“What.”

He said, completely thrown.

“I want to punch one.”

“What. No.” He retorted, utterly confused.

“Why not?”

“I’m not helping you hurt an animal.” 

He had no idea why it would even want to do such a thing.

“Aw.”

It sounded genuinely put out. Epsilo felt like reality was breaking down around him.

“Then can you take me where some rays are? I want to pet one. No punching, I promise.”

“…yes, that’s quite doable.” He said, still feeling off balance.

“Great! I’ll show up on the island sometime.”

It voice buzzed even more, chipper and excited now.

“The guild island?” Epsilo said, bewildered as it seemed to know where he lived. “I…fine, I suppose.”

Bugs crawled out from beneath the boards of the shed, more from the walls - Empress, where were they all coming from, he backed up, he turned and tried to run - 

- but a small pair of very strong hands tugged him back. He stumbled and nearly fell over.

“Gotcha!” Said the voice that now more clearly resembled the one he’d heard before.

He went rigid as a giggle came from behind him.

Very slowly, he turned back as the hands let him go, looking at Arty - its troll form - which blinked at him innocently, wearing tights and colorful overalls, for all the world as if it was a normal person.

“Don’t…do that.” He said slowly, heart hammering against his ribcage.

“Boooo.” Arty said, as if it were a disappointed child and not an ancient and terrible machine.

“If you say so!” It conceded with an airy sigh. “No fun at all.”

“I think I can live with not being fun.” Epsilo muttered.

It giggled again. 

“I see why Vallis likes you!”

Epsilo looked exquisitely tired.

Yet as he did walk out of the shed to the rain that had now lessened to a drizzle, Arty skipping past him, he reflected on the fact that he had succeeded.

If not at all for the reasons he expected.

He watched as the slim, long-haired figure vanished into the distance.

He’d once been possessed by horrorterrors, and he’d thought they were the strangest thing Alternia had to offer.

Perhaps he’d been wrong. 

#cloud writes #epsilo volant #guardian artifice #I feel this drabble sums up my general Style well. creeps and goofs alike #vernrot belongs to rai of course

[nyehhh-hh]

Cleriffs saying that if we don't understand CA we don't understand ff7 and i'm just like ?????

Girl are we talking about the same game??

#.bullshttery #ship who you want to ship but pls don't be this delulu 💀💀 #since when this game is about them #also.... aerith you're a creep 💀 #like i get it you're like that because you're very much looking forward for your date with zack #but then he's gone #but pushing your narrative to cloud is just fckng no no #also knowing that cloud and tifa have feelings for each other and you still pushing it?? girl you need help #girl u just want to mess his head which already fckd up and made him into zack #get a grip... get some help #okay why am i angry about video game character that i know how the ending goes 💀 #n e way gonna enjoy all those gifs

[tompettyreal]

never let an atlantan fool you into thinking they can drive in the rain

#eat all the grass that you want #doodles #this happened less than an hour ago btw #and we were not going fast. i swear to jeebus we were going . 35 mph max. #homeboy turning left decided to creep out into the intersection at 15 mph despite oncoming traffic being less than 100 yds away #like bro? #bro? #are you even looking bro? #use your eyes bro? #and im not gonna shit you here this happens EVERY FUCKING TIME IT RAINS!!!!!! #it wasnt even raining HARD #it was a SPRINKLING AT MOST #yet this continues to happen. the clouds let loose a lil pee pee and the citizens of atlanta lose their entire shit #roll up to the office like what up ladies i just saw a car crash and theyre all like oh yes us too. 2 for me. 3 for me. i barely missed 1

[shiroi---kumo]

I'll Be Your Shield || Accepting

[ @kazeofthemagun ] Doesn't have to be a thread but I just like seeing the puff in action ⚔️

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ It's been like this since that village stabbed them in the back. Well literally in his case. Going into town isn't safe and there is no amount of hiding their faces that seems to help. Black Wind cannot blend into a crowd with his hair and his height but he has a better chance of it when compared to the beacon of light that is one White Cloud.

It's been like this since he took that blade to the back all because some villagers got smart and had decided to take it up on themselves to collect the bounty in their heads and rid Wonderland if it's White Devil once and for all. They thought they could bury him with a hunting knife and oh how wrong they were.

It feels like someone is on their trail now constantly and he can't begin to figure out why or how it keeps continuously getting to this. The only thing that's ever around them is the wilds of Wonderland and the creatures that live within it. Birds, some deer, a rabbit or two. Somehow they are always being watched and he doesn't like it.

He feels stupid all over again when the gunshot rings out too late and the projectile strikes the ground. A shaft of ice buried deep within Wonderland's terrain and soon it grows just like it had before. A beast of ice twisting and spreading as whip like vines with sharp frozen blades stretching out before them and it cracks as the beast brings it down to strike the rock in twain.

The Cloud can only move so quickly to push his hands against his Other's shoulder and shove the man out of the way. There's a rhythm this round. A doleful drumming of dismal dissonance that demands the duo dodge in time. Together they must dance this dreary pas de deux lest they want to get caught by those thorns of ice that are coming their way.

However the Misterican can only do so much when sensitive ears pick up the sound of the winds shifting and soon he's looping his arm around the other man's only to drag him out of view and behind a near by rock face that is protruding from the ground. One breath. In. Out again. Two. They couldn't keep this up with another beast in play and when he peeks around the corner to see what sort of monstrous ammunition would arise this time, he can only gasp in horror.

"Paska." He's groaning aloud as where jade eyes awaited the rise of another beast of ice, instead there is a similar plant like creature except the vines that spread out from its body are covered with large pink blossoms only for them to light ablaze as they bloom. Jade moons could only fill with fire.

Just when he was going to give them some cover. That was how these excursions had been going as of late. Villagers hunting for the bounty would come to claim them and while they could hold them off, he didn't see much good in stripping the life out of misguided souls who didn't know any better when believing Guadium's propaganda. So he would part mist coated lips to trap them all in a maze of white but now he can't dare to lay down a blanket of hazy slumber without putting himself at risk.

So his mask stays firmly on his face while the less than pleasant words of his mother tongue start rolling through his mind. His Mother would have fainted if she ever heard him speak such sinful strings aloud. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't lay out his Mist without risking smoke exposure and if Black Wind fired into those flames it would only ignite.

He's just going to have to handle this face to face because every time those bullets have been fired they've been aimed directly for Black Wind. Both then and now.

"Black Wind, I need you to trust me. I know you normally take the lead but for once, I ask you, please just follow my lead and trust me. I have a plan. So stay here and cover my back."

He's not giving the Windarian time to argue. He's not giving him time to disagree or fight him on this. For once the General needs to follow his King and to just do as he says and trust him. Trust his Moon to use the light he was given to unleash hell's wrath upon those that would cross them.

With the Maken in hand, he's dipping out from their hiding spot and rushing forward. Expert motions see the blade lifting to block and parry every fiery vine and whipped blade that comes blazing in his direction. Two on one aren't odds he cares for but he's dealt with worse. He can't rely on a smoke screen but yet his mask floods back for only a moment to allow only enough of the white slumber to fill the space directly around him.

His mask slides back to security only moments later. He doesn't need much. Just enough for his purposes in a short while.

Fancy footwork combined with MIsterican acceleration has the swordsman of the skies giving no quarter to his foes this time around. They caught him off guard last round. They left him off balance and he didn't have a proper handle on his enemy but he's more prepared this time. He can hear their rhythm and he's an expert when it comes to moving to a beat.

A nimble body is moving fluidly like dancing through the vines and blades at they're crashing in his direction, the Maken raising to take an appendage with it for his trouble. Once and again, and just like before they seem to regenerate faster than he can sever them from their core. So that means it does come to that.

Even as he slips and slides out of the path of danger, taking bit by bit of these foes to the ground as he moves - a pale hand slips down to his belt and slender digits slips on of those mist filled glass gems into his hands.

He just needs to time this right.

The creature of fire is whipping one of it's flaming vines in his direction and that's it, right there -

"BLACK WIND GET DOWN!!!"

The swordsman bellows as the bottle leaves his hand and he throws it directly at the incoming line of flame. Glass shatters on impact and as such the Mist trapped inside is released causing that haze of slumber to ignite. An explosion erupts from the point of contact causing all to crumble in it's wake.

Nimble fingers extend, two forward as the prince's arm swings through the small patch of mist he had released earlier summoning it to his command and a barrier erects around him to prevent the flames from ever touching his skin.

Once the dust settles, there is naught that remain. Only the ashes left of the field they had been walking through and the enemies who had dared challenge the Unlimited. He... can't hear anything in the general vicinity.

Jade eyes glancing back towards the rock face where his counterpart should still be using for cover.

"I can't hear anything in the area. We should be safe now. Black Wind, are you alright?"

Getting attacked by Gaudium on the daily was one thing and villagers trying to claim the bounties on their heads another... but it seems their friend is back and that's a completely different problem all on it's own.

But at least he knows one thing for sure now.

They were aiming for Black Wind and this isn't good. This isn't good at all.

#arc: creeping shadows of anarchy #kazeofthemagun #at your side forever i shall be || kazeofthemagun #tw; long post #tw; fighting #tw; death #'paska' = 'SHIT!' #tw; all caps #ask || inquires of the cloud #meme || i'll be your shield #// PAH-sk-ah

[jaybren]

Reason #394 Why Twilight Disappoints Me

When Jacob imprinted on Renesmee, his first response to Edward and Bella wasn't to point out how the age gap is less than a third the gap between Edward and Bella.

#is imprinting on a baby creep? oh hell yes #is the fact that this is painted as romantic despite the parental reactions because 'tHeY'rE SoUlMAteS'? Hell yes #Of course the age gap is creepier and more apparent because IT IS A LEGIT BABY #What I'm saying is a doctorate on unhealthy relationships and abusive dynamics could be written on the series #and the character in the book do not clap back against each other for being a cloud of tocix #but I guess then that character would become too self-aware to participate in the universe without trying to kill off all the main characte #what I'm saying is I want a Rosaline (2022 film) on some minor character doing all the clap backing #Anna Kendrick's character maybe just to have her come back hilariously to a parady #And she'd become a hunter and go full Dean Winchester on their asses #I'd say Full Buffy but Exhibit A: Angel makes me think she'd be too empathetic

[strwbrymlkshake]

I feel like there's an obsession in me waiting to burst out, but so many horrible things have happened due to that, it's rotting in there. I'm worried.

#mine #yandere #yandere vent #im not even sure if i WANT to be obsessed. its all clouded up in my head nothing makes sense #like my immediate obsessions have migrated from all of them being romance to all of them being plain admiration #which is way way way way WAY better because then no one will think its as creepy. im not a creep. for the love of god #he was such a fucking liar. made me feel safe and then ripped everything out from under me. #OK ANYWAYS thats not the point of this post . i literally cannot tell what my feelings for anyone are anymore. i cant differentiate them #im just waiting for someone to ask me if i Like Him because ive been acting so attached to him but i couldnt give a straight answer. #i dont even know ! yes this vent is caused by a minor inconvenience. ok well its technically bc i wouldnt be able to hang out w him #i dont fucking want to be dependent on him i dont want him to influence my emotions this shit has happened so often it has to be over #still thinking abt the 'you think hes in love with you?? he doesnt even like you' post 💀 #i dont know what my feelings ARE but i know theyre bad ausuaufjfjf i dont wanna be overbearing #im 'less annoying' in the sense i try to barely message him at all. like he doesnt care lol. he probably values me as a friend ig #not sure why im so torn up over this. i doubt we are compatible in the first place but i have the horrible obsession again #i dont feel a particularly strong emotional connection to him ig. like he is nice he is fine but im not insane yandere abt it #more just distressed dere about it –_– i mainly just want him to talk to me and tell me about stuff like thats IT #just respond to my annoying questions. its so sad that im desperate for the bare minimum :/ #genuinely dont know if its a romantic attachment? i feel wrong if i imagine stuff like that. i dont want to be thought of as a freak again #i just want everyone to feel sorry for me!? but no one is gonna wanna hang out with me if im begging for sympathy all the time !!! #i just like his voice and his vocabulary etc a funny guy . but hes my friend so i feel fuckin dirty imagining even mildly romantic things #last time i did that i got called a creep <3 im physically unable to think of that anymore! it feels so disgusting! #im happy because i wont have delusional one sided romances anymore but also upset at the fact i cant imagine situations to make me happy #thats what regular teenagers do. they daydream abt crushes they have. but i cant do that. it feels so horrible #i wanna be like 'omg i love him<3' but i dont know if i do. i really dont know. i cant distinguish love #all my 'crushes' feel like broken watered down messes. they dont make any sense. i want clarity. i want to be healthy for once #i dont know if any of my feelings are real or long lasting ^_^ and if they were they have a 0.0000001 chance of being reciprocated #im not going to lose my mind over this strange feeling again. its happened so many times w so many different people #i ought to be used to it by now! i dont know if i will ever be able to truly be IN LOVE again. im not sure i ever was #💿

[cloudsrust]

Oh btw if anyone has Cult of the Lamb asks I really wouldn't mind rambling a bit 👉👈

#the cloud can speak oh boi #need to open up a bit the obsession gates to save my brain from drowning lmao #I've been concentrating my rambling into writing to not subject any poor soul to them but- I might have unlocked writer block #Sozo and Helob are preferred of course but any thing/characters is also very welcome #just.. no Midas- the guy managed to creep me out more than Spamton when CH2 first came out;;

[allonzy]

BUT IF I SAY THIS IS BYLER ANGST CODED THEN WHA - [GUNSHOTS]

#byler #byler playlist #Spotify #AND WHEN THE CLOUDS WONT IRON OUT AND THE MONSTERS CREEP INTO YOUR HOUSE AND EVERY DOOR IS HARD TO CLOSE #WELL I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW PROUD I AM YOU WERE CREATED WITH THE COURAGE TO UNLEARN ALL OF THEIR HATRED

[phantomoniium]

I loved loved LOVED neopets tdf but my god so many parts of that game scared me so much as a kid. I spent hours in that game just running around stalling before going into the Scary Areas

#I already would get spooked when an enemy would pop out and the battle music would start #First I was scared to go into shadowglen woods #then the sewers scared me and I hated that I couldn't leave till I finished the mission there #All the purple cloud areas scared me but I got used to it after awhile #I was scared of werelupe woods and Every single tomb/mausoleum area #Obuilette or however you spell it was just me very slowly creeping around in fear #eventually I finally got over it but Man #Still replayed that game 24454235 times tho

[kazeofthemagun]

@shiroi---kumo asked the summoner:

It's dark and they've had to come to stop for the night.

They've had to stop and make a small campsite out in the wilds of Wonderland because they have come to learn the hard way they aren't welcomed within the space of society. All the surrounding towns have been the same and they all end with the Unlimited finding themselves uncomfortable with the talk of the town locals before the pair of them end up fleeing from town as quickly as possible.

At least they managed to refill on some much needed supplies.

The crackle of the fire fills the place between and the Misterican is bringing himself to set down - not on the opposite side of the fire as he usually would - but directly next to his counterpart.

"It's cold tonight." He comments, his words falling with the smallest shiver from his lips and it's in that moment that the white clad man leans.

He allows himself to lean up against the body of the Dark's Unlimited as he once did when he was a child and they would spend the night reading novels in the cabin. His eyes are falling closed as his lips part again and he near roars releasing a loud yawn. He's tired and all this travel is not helping. He shifts himself a bit closer and leans his weight in a bit more. There was no invitation but there was also no ask for permission.

The prince has just boldly acted. He'll be sleeping here tonight. He doesn't need to ask about next watch. It's nearly never his turn, so he'll just settle in like this.

The lazy crackle of flame and the occasional chirping of insect life were the only sounds to accompany the quiet evening. The world felt calmer - stiller. Nights spent by the campfire could not compare to resting in a proper bed, and yet with how little the gunmage slept at all these days, the thought of comfort was one that hardly occupied his mind. Sleeping on the ground was second nature, had always been so for him. Winds knew they were not welcome in town anyway.

Surely, there were sectors that could care less about Gaudium's most wanted - or a myth of pale death given flesh - and they could breathe easier there. As of now, their reality was rather bleak indeed, with every brush with civilization carrying risk. Not that they were not hunted outside of it as well.

Though the soft warmth of the fire did not erase those concerns, it helped move them aside if but for a fleeting moment.

The sound of his counterpart's voice saw the Windarian's gaze shift just in time to catch the prince's posture changing, a smaller frame leaning lightly against the thick cape that covered the summoner's form. A mighty yawn and a few wordless seconds simply sitting like so - the Misterican seemingly testing the waters before inching a tad closer and leaning in fully.

How natural such behavior was for a Windarian tempered by cold desert nights. White Cloud, however, was more comfortable with the cold than he and his race, and though a subtle shiver and standing hairs disproved such a notion, a part of Kaze did briefly wonder whether the evening chill was but an excuse to sit near and let a body dressed in white rest closer to one dressed in black. Touch starvation - hardly surprising. Mundane affection. It was evident the Misterican could not survive without it.

Could anyone?

Black Wind did not question. The dim orange light sectioned off a tiny fragment of Wonderland just for them where worries vacated the mind. No need to think. Mechanically, blue eyes continued to scan the dark where light did not reach, but the motion was more instinct than alarm. To watch was his instinct. Who better to keep vigil than the bearer of the nine-eyed Beast? The woods were peaceful and unmoving. Calm. It felt calm.

...Felt like home.

An arm lifted, though hardly to push the other away. Rather, it only draped dark cloth over them both, wrapping the swordsman's opposite shoulder before retreating to the side of the gunman.

Something inside ached. But the flicker of fire said, live in the moment.

#shiroi---kumo #:) #[[Shining like the Younger Moon ║ White Cloud #[[ask response #kaze is slowly letting me write more stuff have a cute bittersweet ;u; #[[ARC: The Creeping Shadows of Anarchy #[[He's a mystery. A destroyer. A man with a single-minded mission - Main Verse~

[wickedzeevyln]

Cold Snap

She once bade farewell,now she returns,curses the skin of the earth as polished glass,itching for hue other than pallid. Clawing her way in,flapping her wings of crochetedtrade winds,arriving unannounced,in the dead of the nightsleeping in the bed of a gray showered noon. She still holds the key,grates through the locks,gears turning,and in she comes,the carpet of green stiffens,the drapes…

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