WATERY / NIMBLE

* how’s my portrayal ? / accepting always ( @azaleatides )

she would be lying if she’d say no tear was shed at the sight of an all too familiar handwriting she knew belonged to a hand she wasn’t going to see anymore ━to the scent of sweet vanilla and pinches of seasalt to balance something that could be considered overbearing, nimble fingers tracing lines of a heart’s shape and she could almost swear she could still feel his presence filling the walls of a castle that still felt like missing someone ( walls feeling bigger and bigger and almost twisting at each lonely night ) and her lip aching so much for how much she bit in.

but a daughter could never, ever be blamed for missing a father so much.

* valentine’s day asks / accepting ( corvulpes )

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

answered !

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

* valentine’s day asks / accepting ( @memcriia​ )

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

simple touches have been always something she’d use to let those she cares of know that she’s there for them, that she’ll always be no matter what ━ready to be defense for them to rest behind and shoulder for them to cry on. her nimble fingers will always give that solace in caresses and soft ruffles, and her smiles, she hoped, would give new force to their waning, flickering lights and make them stronger with hers.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

answered !

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

* valentine’s day asks / accepting ( @liberons )

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

wasn’t she soft, the princess whose heart shone the most as a guide for warriors and lone souls ━mirror like pure water would be of any kind of warmth and genuine act of love, mirror of the very moment they had met with garden flowers at hand being offered towards her own stronghold figure.  she’d remember, of course, how little kairi’s smile shone so bright and full of life just like now it was, as if unchanged by the time when it clearly passed ━something still hard for she-master to get used to after so many years trapped in a darkening hold whose choking tiers still left scars on neck and wrists.

( but she had to be strong, for all those children needing her as guidance, as pillar )

small and of a soft azure, almost periwinkle as the sunset lights shone above the goldens and ivories of the land of departure ━an unexpected little thing that caught the silken wrapped frame of she-master in genuine surprise as cheeks of hers easily drew their color from that sweet shade of pink the sky itself was twinged right when the evenings would slowly come above their heads, nimble fingers around the paper wrap keeping together those pretty flowers who smiled at her just like he-trailblazer’s, her own as soft and genuine curling glossed lips.

her touch ever so delicate ━onto the small flowers’ petals feeling like precious fabrics, onto the cheeks of a boy that was boy no more, but a living flame dancing with the light of a thousand suns, a hope in his ribcage that beat and burned, inextinguishable.

she won’t ask about the lone egg dribbling from its newly acquired spot on the ceiling and the sputters of white flour and blue icing tattering the kitchen here and there ━she won’t ask because she knew it would somehow demean and bring away the focus from the effort the youngest of their unholy trio had put in each one of those starshaped cookies ; she wouldn’t want to at all. 

( it was not the purpose of the treat, of the small burns and smudged decors )

rather, the soft beat of her heart and a careful touch cradling the cutely decorated wrap at her sight’s level, the smile on her lips and rident lights in her deep azures ━that’s what was going to speak of her even beyond the tiredness of so many responsibilities weighing over her shoulders, one gloved hand guided towards ventus’ blond locks to give them a loving little ruffle. it was a special gift filled with the love of one who’s lived with her so many tragedies, the care of one whose support was pivotal to her ━she-master loved, appreciated everything oozing from that pure heart, wouldn’t exchange that for anything.