@gcnome said: "You know," oh so casually pops out from an above tree upside down via his tail, "I enjoy our times together. It's almost like a messed up family game of hide and seek mixed with cat and mouse."
|| || “...Hmph.” In all fairness, it would have startled most anyone to have such a stupidly grinning face abruptly pop out at them just when they were quite sure they were alone. Certainly, a lesser composed soul would have flinched much more notably, would have let that indignant little squeak he’d just swallowed slip.
And yes, hthe temptation to shoot him out of the tree like a stuck clay pigeon crawled at the tips of his fingers, but otherwise, Kuja had handled this very well indeed.
A sneer on his lips, he returned his attention back toward his better company-- the lone leaf he toyed with between his fingers. “And just where was this enthusiasm back when I had to go to the effort to kidnap your friends just to share words with you?”
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gcnome replied to your post: ah yes, cloud’s favorite icon.
That’s not how a selfie stick works sephi
it’s okay, cloud’s taking the picture.
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“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”
— not doing so good / @gcnome
Was she okay? No. Not at all.
The sensations were there, they were real — the searing heat, the smell of burning cloths and bubbling skin, the choking sting of smoke in ones lungs and the fear. The memories were heavy, pressing down so hard on her chest that she couldn’t move. She laid there, paralyzed and eerily silent.
His voice reached for her, and she managed to flinch away.
Don’t touch me! It’ll burn you too.
Every part of her felt painfully warm, except where she felt the unbearable heat of raging flames along her legs. Where her burn scars sat, she felt her skin crawl and crackle. For a split second, she was glad she had closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see the blackened skin or the exposed muscle underneath because she was sure that was all she would see.
So she didn’t lie to him and claim she was fine. She didn’t say anything at all.
She simply lay there, breathing hard, hands clenching and unclenching as she tried with all of her might to fight off the growing need to cry.
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gcnome replied to your post: * whispers into the void * sO I’M BACK
👏👏👏👏👏
💗 💗 💗 💗 💗
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We will not lose them.
“You’re right because I will not let them die without dying first.”
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Feigns getting shot and falls over, "Ah cupid has struck me I cannot help falling for you."
She couldn’t help but blink for a moment confused for a moment, this man — was a little odd, Cute — but man was he odd. crossing her arms over her chest for a moment, she couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. “ That’s cute, but are you sure it wasn’t something else that shows you? no one falls over like then – when they find someone pretty — not saying im pretty or anything, but this is the oddest reaction I’ve gotten yet.”
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"Well hellloooo gorgeous~."
“Real smooth, Stranger.”
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"Well aren't you the cutest warrior princess I've laid eyes on~."
She just… stares. Extremely hard, for a good several minutes without saying anything. There were so many things wrong with what he had just said, that it actually rubbed her the wrong way.
“Call me cute or princess again— and you might find yourself bein’ dangled over a cliff by your tail.”
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@gcnome started following you!
“Wait... Y-You think... I’m a girl...?”
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Like fine china, balance should be protected in order to keep the world stable–– no, the worlds. Not once did the idea cross Ace’s mind of being a direct witness of the existence of different worlds that isn’t Orience. The belief that no more worlds exist than the one someone lives is but a conceited one which more often than not, the blond had to hear from the rowdiest of his class alongside other nonsensical logics, being one of them that the one who shouts the loudest is right.
Needless to say, the pressure of a high scale war in Orience makes him apprehensive to collaborate to the protection of this world. However, the premise that should something occur to this world that will entail a consequence to Orience and the rest of the worlds the others come from is what convinces him to fight for the cause–– thankfully, he isn’t alone here despite the initial thought that the only familiarity he found in this world is a chocobo.
And yet, despite agreeing to do this, there is an even more unsettling fact that bothers him.
“We’re supposed to protect the balance in this world, but...” He mumbles to himself, clearly lost in these troubling thoughts as his steps slow down until he comes to a halt. His head rises, cyan irises fixated on the back of those who are his allies now, trusting in King and Rem’s words. So far, they’ve been acting on their volition without any specific orders to follow in order to guarantee the success of their mission. Why would a deity be so irresponsible? Without a clear path ahead to follow, there will be nothing but inefficiency and it will take longer to complete the mission and return to their respective worlds.
Fair brows knit in a frown. It almost seems like it was done on purpose to keep us here by compromising our memories and our world’s safety if we don’t obey.
His gaze falls onto one of the fewest Ace had the chance to talk with. Even though shyness isn’t necessarily what hinders him from chatting with others, habits die hard and he still has difficulty in talking to anyone that isn’t in Class Zero. Resuming his walk, the cadet strides towards the peculiar blond guy. “Your name was Zidane, right? Have you guys always been doing things on your own without any orders to follow this far?”
@gcnome ♠︎
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Shakes his butt at playfully
“Tell me, Zidane, do you ever stop to think about how the multi-millennia-long legacy of the most advanced civilization in the known universe was abruptly ended at your hands?”
“…Of course not. Look at you; It’s the end of the decade and you still think twerking is the pinnacle of comedy.”
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"Huh and here I thought Kuja had the pretty boy act on lockdown."
“ then you should know looks can be quite deceiving. “
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@gcnome started following you!
Vivi was overly joyed to see his friend once again in the flesh. Without him, let alone anyone else, he was afraid that no one would ever be able to understand him due to him being unable to talk. Now, having Zidane by his side, he could be not only be understood, but also cared for. He opened his arms to give his friend a big hug.
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❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜
a softer world sentence starters. | accepting
There is a gentle noise of acknowledgement that escapes Kuja’s lips at what Zidane must believe to be his share of “sage” advice, but such a noise does not carry an agreeable sort of air. In fact, Kuja shifts in the plushness of his armchair, tilting his head as he gracefully curls his fingers about the neck of a glass vase and pours out another thin stream of red wine into his emptied, gem-encrusted goblet.
“I cordially invite you into my abode and you choose to chime in with all this talk of hope and promises—” and here, Kuja tsk-tsks, setting the vase back onto the golden-trimmed table with unnecessary flourish, the fabric of his ornate chemise rustling with the movement. “Frankly, I am not interested in such frivolous discussion. Why not catch me up with your current affairs, instead? How fares your Queen, for example?”
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Leans on
“Hey Zidane, you okay bud?”
Bartz asked his dear friend as he watched them leaning against him, the wanderer tilting his head a little as he hoped that he was alright.
@gcnome
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hi yes i've returned just to tell you that you're amazing~.
((;kSDFJAH;FKJASHD;FKJASHDF))
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