🐟 incandescent

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✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps

An old memory from childhood? The trigger is an old bronze spyglass hanging from Jordi's belt. It's briefly mentioned in Lumen's secondary module "spyglass" - a diminutive handheld telescope acquired from Thiago after an unfortunate slip and fall from the lighthouse statue in the central plaza. It's noted that young Jordi and Thiago would sit together side-by-side, taking turns in using the spyglass, while Thiago would recount stories of his younger days.

"...This is... it could feed a whole family. How did you get so carried away?"

❝ S-Señor Ebenholz...? Buen día. I...❞

His shoulders immediately sag beneath his uniform, a resigned exhale slipping through Jordi's lips. The Caprinae was certainly one to appear at the most inopportune moment, much to the medic's own chagrin. But did he have to bring along the sass? ❝ I-I know. It's too much. I... simply got carried away, is all. Please don't ask for details. ❞ He mutters beneath his breath, albeit sheepishly.

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how easy is it to make them angry? do they show their anger or hide it?

do they believe in soulmates?

do they have any pet peeves?

do they have a happy place? somewhere they go to in their heads when they need to relax?

at what stage of their life were they the happiest?

at what stage of their life were they the least happy?

at a bar/tavern/pub are they more likely to buy someone a drink, or have someone buy them a drink?

have they ever broken any bones? if yes, how?

do they have any memories / experiences they'd rather forget?

what is their favourite memory from their childhood?

do they have a "type" that they are usually attracted to?

do they have any favourite possessions?

do they have any tattoos? if no, would they ever consider getting one?

do they have any piercings? if no, would they ever consider getting any?

what is their dream house like?

what is something about them that people would not expect just by looking at them?

how good are they at choosing gifts for others?

do they have a certain skill that they're particularly proud of?

how would a stranger they just met describe them?

how would a close friend they've known for a long time describe them?

do they have any personal insecurities?

what is their highest physical stat ( strength, stamina, defence, speed, etc ) and their highest non-physical stat ( intelligence, perception, charisma, luck, etc )?

how would they react to finding out someone lied to them, even if it was for their own safety / well-being?

do they prefer cold weather or warm weather?

how easy is it for them to say "i love you"?

how easy is it for them to tell someone about their worries?

have they ever witnessed someone die?

are they ticklish?

how high / low is their pain tolerance?

is there something they secretly wish they could do but are too afraid to?

are they a messy eater or neat eater?

what moment of their life made them feel most unloved?

what moment of their life made them feel most loved?

which of the senses would they hate to lose the most: vision, hearing, smell, taste or touch?

are they good at small talk?

if they could ask anyone one question and get the absolute truth, who and what would they ask?

if they had the chance, would they prefer to travel to the past of to the future?

who had the biggest impact in their life, both positive and negative?

would they rather live life always surrounded by people, or always alone?

Only he burns bright as daylight.

As long as it was something sweet, the girl certainly wouldn't be complaining. It's been a long day, and it was one spent sleeping it. As she moves, the small spray bottle at her hip jangles with its watery contents sloshing as she hums upon making her way over to take a seat. With how her ear flaps twitch, it's not so difficult to understand why she was often mistaken for a Cautus rather than one of the Aegir.

Well, at least until someone sees one of her tentacles.

"Thank you so much! I haven't eaten since I went out last night."

A last minute assignment that needed someone to take it urgently, and she'd been one of the few Operators awake at the time--The reward hadn't been shabby either, though it had left her with too little time to fill her stomach.

"Are you gonna have some too? Um...."

Her brow would furrow as she brought her finger to her chin in thought, face screwing up in concentration.

❝ ....What? ❞ Her gratitude wasn't entirely lost on him, but the mere notion of knowing she had gone all night without eating, filled him with the utmost concern for her well-being. She must be ravenous! ❝ That… changes everything. ❞ Without missing a beat, he scurried off to retrieve some dishware and a wooden ladle.

❝ I already ate earlier, but I suppose... I could sneak in another bite or two. ❞ The medic responded, albeit sheepishly. As the proverbial saying goes, good company is a healing balm for the soul. That would explain somethings. A natural pause ensued, only to be interrupted by the clicking and clanging of dishware being served up with freshly made porridge.

With that revelation, no small amount of joy fills the Aegir, enough that her cheeks flush with elation. She can just barely keep the palpable joy out of her voice, but in reality; Cyrene hadn't quite been trying to in the first place. Embarrassment, happiness, shyness: A myriad of wonderful emotions fluttered about her stomach as if a school of flying fins had decided to take up residence there.

"So I took your first kiss?"

Ah, perhaps that's a bit too much to say... The poor man is already trying to process so much at once, she should take it easy on poor Lumen and answer his questions first.

❝ How do I word this? I-I'm not very good at explaining myself. ❞ He wasn't expecting a thorough explanation, nor an in-depth analysis of his personality traits. Hearing Cyrene speak with conviction made Lumen's heart skip several beats. His mind was a muddled mess of lingering sentiments, but the rose-haired Aegir was owed complete disclosure from him. It was especially true after she went through the trouble of imparting her innermost thoughts.

❝ I... have grown quite fond of you, Señorita. When you're nearby, I feel... as if I've reached a safe harbor. ❞

"My back if you would~ It's hard to reach and I was dearly hoping to try to swim if for a little before my delicate skin may burn." she replied in a playful tone and turned her back to him, "Do not fret, I mean no harm. I am a simple woman wishing to enjoy something I rarely can. Especially when my family usually forbids it."

The damage had already been done. There was no alternative than to continue despite his inner reservations. After all, Jordi volunteered for the job. ❝ You've seen it with your own eyes, haven't you? How rough the surf is today. Do you still want to swim out there? It's dangerous. ❞ The Aegir warns as he carefully uncaps the bottle of sunscreen, dolloping a modest amount of lotion onto the center of his palm.

She wanted a semblance of fun. Who was he to discourage her from doing so?

❝ I-I... umm... I can only warn you, but I can't stop you. ❞ The Inquisitor crouched behind her quietly, his legs tucked underneath him. Lumen's palms rest gingerly against his companion's back, spreading the viscous liquid across the surface of her skin with gentle, brush-like strokes, ensuring ample coverage from the sun's harmful rays. ❝ Your family, hmm? Could this be... your first time seeing the ocean? Or am I... misunderstanding things? ❞ Golden eyes shift slightly, catching sight of the bats in his periphery.