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From the deserts of Khadein to the snowy peaks of Silesse, fair Etruria, lush Gallia, and across the Hoshidan plains... Prospective students and professors from far and wide gather to the beating heart of Fódlan. What brings you to the Officers Academy?
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The silence doesn’t bother her, not really. She knows by now that small-talk isn’t one of Adam’s gifts, and in a way, she appreciates it; she’d take a comfortable silence over forced, fake chatter any day of the week, particularly with a man she is, well, dating. That latter word —- dating —- brings a grin to her face, an obvious one, and she tries to hide it by sipping another spoonful of soup between her red lips. Dating. Oh, she feels like a schoolgirl with a crush…!
Though he's c u r i o u s about the broad smile he sees on her face, he's a little tentative to ask what she's thinking about. Though, seeing her smile makes his heart flutter a little bit, and he can't help the way his eyes dim in affection, just from that one expression.
After a minute, he pushes himself suddenly out of the chair. ❝ Here, I want to show you something. ❞ Disappearing for a moment into the adjacent room, he returns after a few seconds with his favorite Gretsch Chet Atkins and resumes his place in the chair, arranging the guitar on his lap.
❝ Do you know La Vie en Rose ? ❞ he asks softly, strumming a couple opening chords and glancing up to her. ❝ It was huge in the forties. ❞
❝ So far, it smells delicious, ❞ she says, somewhat playfully. She sits upright in her chair as the soup is placed before her, and sets whatever she’d been fiddling with aside; Adam has countless trinkets and various whatnots in his home, and she can’t help her curiosity. She takes a spoonful of the soup and blows on it, her smile something shy and sweet; then she sips it, and, well, it’s as delicious as it smells. She supposes she should’ve expected nothing less from Adam, who seems talented in a thousand ways. ❝ It’s wonderful, ❞ she murmurs, her smile kind as her brown eyes settle on his blues —- he has eyes that make hersmile widen in fondness, and maybe flirtatiousness, too.
Trying not to watch her eat ( but doing so anyway because he can't help wanting to know if she'll like it ), Adam fidgets unconsciously with his hands, and o n l y when she gives him a smile and tells him it's all right ( well, wonderful is the word she'd used ) does he give a somewhat stiff, though flattered, nod, and move to sit in the well-worn chair on the other side of the table.
Y o u ' r e wonderful, he wants to say.
For several long moments, all he does is sit, hands in his lap, wishing he had something to do with himself, wishing maybe he'd brought a guitar to the table or something.
He's never been very good at conversation.
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❝ I hope it's okay, ❞ are the first s o f t words from his mouth as he sets the still-steaming soup in front of her on the small kitchen table where he's cleared off the books and papers and chess pieces that have begun to collect dust.
Goodness knows he hasn't touched any of this in a while.
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to the loved ones that we’ve lost along the way, and to the hope that we see them again someday.
Dragon Tail || Azrael/Adam
Azrael’s relationship with her brothers was strange. She respected each of them more than she was willing to let on, but half of them could have fallen off the face of the world and she would have danced for joy. At least … that was the impression the young Dragon gave. She didn’t actually hate any of her brothers, she just didn’t agree with most of them and their old-fashioned beliefs. Especially the eldest, whom she hadn’t seen in an extremely long time.
In this instance though, she needed A D V I C E , and she knew Gabriel would be able to help her with that.
Gabriel had always been the kindest sibling to Azrael. Then again, he was kind to everyone, a firm Dragon with an impressive display of morals. Unlike some of their older clutchmates, he R E S P E C T E D humans, and actually enjoyed helping his fellow Dragons out. When they were younger, it caused many of their kin to underestimate him. But Gabriel was no push-over, and he had proved that easily.
Knowing that Gabriel too had a position in the Order, and had once been Dubrien’s private messenger, made Azrael all the more eager to see him. Not only that, but her brother had other special talents. Their entire family did, though the others wouldn’t be of much assistance right now.
❝ My brother has the gift of foresight . Not nearly to the scale of our Oracle, but he may be able to set both of us on the right path, ❞ she explained, lazily lifting her head back up. There was some amount of worry in her eyes though, for Gabriel lived just past Twosret in the opposite direction. The Prince didn’t need to know that though, and Az could easily confuse him by flying in circles for an hour or two.
❝ He’s a messenger for the Order as well. Whatever they know, he’ll be able to tell us. It’s our best bet at this point. ❞
The first words out of her mouth took Adam completely by surprise, and for a moment all he could do was S T A R E, incredulously, like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. Set them on the right path ? At the moment, the only right path he could see for himself was any one that involved him getting home.
A messenger for the Order too ? Lifting a hand, Adam rubbed a dusty palm against one temple. ❝ You're serious about this ? ❞ It sounded like nonsense to him. Part of that, he was sure, was likely because he wasn't a dragon, but ---------- -
What would any sort of Oracle want with him ? He was a P R I N C E, like any other in this land, whose biggest problem right now was that he was the captive of a dragon.
But maybe he could get away, or something, somehow, on this trip. Maybe since he wouldn't be stuck to a cave all day, he could slip off without her noticing. Maybe. ❝ If you ask me, it's complete rubbish. Maybe your Oracle meant another Adam, or something. ❞
Not like he had much of a choice in the matter; they would be going, and it wasn't like she was just going to leave him here by himself. Waving a dismissive arm at her, he turned, heading again for his branch of the cavern. ❝ Just wake me up whenever we go. ❞
❝ Yes? I didn’t know there was a problem?❞ A frown crossed the ginger’s features as she turned to stare at her friend. Damn. Elian had known she should have kept it a secret from him. Should have lied about where she’d gotten the blood. And she could feel Adam’s stare. boring a hole in the top of her head when she’d oh so suddenly become amazed with her fingernails. ❝Well I’m not a vampire!❞ She exclaimed, finally lifting her head to slide her piece of proper cake towards him now. ❝How am I supposed to know which doctors to corrupt, or which ones are already corrupted? If I’d asked you, it would have hardly been a surprise! And besides, it’s not like I took them from this day and age! They were all residents of the future, from a time when the human population was already being massacred by aliens! It hardly makes a difference, Adam!❞ ( It wasn’t as if she’d drained Tesla himself of blood for this cake! ) ❝Oh please, Adam?❞ She whined, rushing towards the vampire and unceremoniously dropping to her knees in front of him. ❝ Oh please? Just the smallest bite, then, is all I’m asking you for! I want to know if I’ve gotten any better at preparing food? Oh please, Adam? When do I ask you for things, hmm?❞
Narrowed gaze never fully lightened even as she explained herself; in Adam's mind, made excuses for herself. That he didn't approve of taking the blood of the living was obvious; it was a fallback, only resorted to when necessary, when death & starvation were imminent. Indiscriminate killing was a thing of the past and no longer needed to survive.
This was the twenty-first century.
Still, she'd tried to celebrate his birthday; she'd killed in good faith, if there was such a thing, which Adam didn't really believe in. Even if her remorselessness about it was at all unsettling, he couldn't really blame her.
With reluctance, though, he acquiesced, partially because he did feel b a d, strangely enough, and partially because he didn't want her smarting about it for the rest of the day.
❝ Okay, ❞ he mumbled, picking up the cake again. ❝ But just this once. No more killing, Elian. ❞
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A lady like her; she smiles softly. So he sees it, then; he sees her rebellious nature, her distaste at conforming, and her want for freedom. IF ONLY, she begins to think. If only she’d been born in his class; yes, she is grateful that she’s never had to struggle, but if o n l y. Maybe, if she’d been born in his class of society, she’d flirt with him a little tonight ( though she might do that anyway ); maybe she’d slip her hand into his, maybe they’d dance more closely than they ought to. Maybe she’d steal a kiss; hell, maybe if she were brave enough, she’d go back with him to his room. If only she weren’t so afraid. If Edward found her —- if Edward found her ! —- oh, death would be better than what he would do. I’m crazy,she thinks. I’ve just met Adam and already I’m piecing together this wild story, this wild what if. God, if he could read my mind, he’d spin on his heels and run the other way.
“Seven, in the common room,” she repeats, eyes glittering a little with amusement at herself and excitement at the prospect of the party tonight; she hopes her expression gives none of her thoughts away. A second later, the bartender offered a refill of her drink, and she politely declined; once he’d moved away, she offered her most bewitching smile to Adam. ( Even though she shouldn’t have; even though she knew better; even though, even though, even though. ) ”Suppose I’ll save my next drink for that party, then.”
He's picking up his jacket, rough and worn, slung over the back of the chair, and glancing up to meet her eyes one more time --- just in case she doesn't show tonight. She's everything he had always imagined a debutante would be like: elegant, poised, b e a u t i f u l, with a jaw- line to cut a man and pale, unblemished skin.
❝ Sounds great . . . ❞ Words trail into a breath at the smile she flashes him; George had always warned him about womanly wiles, but any sort of warning is lost to the man now; is she smiling like that on purpose, or is he just imagining things ?
Nearly stumbling, he realizes he's gazed at her a little too long, and finally, with a final goodbye, makes his out somewhat reluctantly out of the bar, an afterimage of bright brown eyes & red lipstick in his mind.
To his embarrassment, his friend is able to detect something different about him the moment he walks back into their room. It's something in his eyes he says, which Adam quickly dismisses as romantic nonsense. But it's true that there's a w i s t f u l n e s s in his features, a smile that never quite leaves.
And if he's a little eager for the party to begin, if he's insisting they get there at six-fifty instead of seven just to make sure he doesn't miss her, George says nothing about it, but only rolls his eyes.
It's with this bated anticipation that Adam passes the first several minutes, sneaking surreptitious glances towards the door more often than not, fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket and nursing a glass he's too nervous to drink.
; thread clearing psa
long story short, i'm going to be dropping a good chunk of my current threads. some haven't been replied to in a while; some i just don't have the muse for. i want to clean out my thread tracker and start a little fresher, in a sense, in hopes of coaxing adam back to fuller cooperation.
i'm willing to take up new threads, but idk how long it'll be before that happens. i might not be around here much for a bit; idk how long that'll be. i'll still come on every day, check things, and do any replies i get every so often, but for at least a few days my activity here will be lower.
so with that out of the way, these are the threads i am keeping. if you are not on this list, i apologize. we can always start something new ! if you are, then let's comtinue what we were doing. replies will likely be slow though, as a fair warning.
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{♔} ❝ How long?❞ Was that a request for quantification? There are so few specific facets of her life that Toothiana breaks apart into numbers, it seems to catch her off guard. Just how long has it been? It seems a simpler question at first regard than it proves to be. The Guardian opts to set the question aside with a shrug at first, to dedicate herself to it proper in the meanwhile. Moreover, an effort to list the things she’s seen might come far more natural than giving her age, should they have a few decades to spare. And the possibility that he does fails to allude her, but she most certainly does not, so she is tempted to let that simple shrug provide the answer to both questions in the end. But there is something childlike in this man’s curiosity which she cannot simply dismiss. Childhood is, after all, at the core of her work’s endeavors. So her knuckles part her lips and the fae appears most thoughtful indeed, until at last she offers: ❝ More than I ought to, perhaps? I serve as a Guardian of memories, you see; And what I’ve seen merely scratches the surface of what I’ve experienced through others. So much, in fact, that it is a growing weight I will not always be able to shoulder. And I would like to see more, still, despite that. For it still amounts to a mere fraction of what there is. Of this I am certain. ❞ To which she finally adds with the efforts of her calculations. ❝ And I believe I was born two-thousand, eight hundred, and sixty-six years ago. On March 18th. ❞ { Ancient as she says, but hardly stagnant. }
Other than what has been said in the t r a n s i e n t and other shifting tales of those called Fae, Adam has to confess he knows little about them; stories range from the innocent to utterly malevolent, truths clashing with fiction in a brilliant swirl until it's hard to say which could possibly contain a larger portion of truth than the others. This is the same with his kind, he knows.
The guardian of memories. He's never heard of such a thing, though the weight of such a title sounds herculean even from an objective standpoint. He smiles, though, just a fraction, barely a flicker of the lips that reaches his eyes, to hear that despite the B U R D E N upon her shoulders,
she still carries within her a certain penchant for experience & wanderlust that shimmers as iridescent within her soft voice as do the feathers upon her figure.
That she is, in fact, younger than his late wife intrigues him; he is tempted to ask about her role, what it entails, how, if she is only barely scraping three thousand, M E M O R I E S had been contained prior to her birth.
Instead, for the moment, he merely gives an inclination of his head in respectful greeting. Crossing her path is a remarkable feat of fortune, he's sure.
❝ It's . . . my honor to meet you. I guess you already know what I am. ❞
Dragon Tail || Azrael/Adam
She sighed. It was always so much easier talking to Kialandi when he wasn’t on Order business. Unfortunately for the time being, it looked like he would be no help. Not the situation Azrael wanted to be left in, but it didn’t look she was going to be getting any more help.
When the other spoke again, Az just huffed at him, refraining from rolling her eyes. ❝ I watch him well enough. But fine, I’ll do as you’ve advised me, ❞ she remarked, feeling like she was being chastised even if she wasn’t. Azrael knew Kialandi meant nothing by the remark, but it wasn’t difficult for her to feel the need to be defensive when she was so small compared to the others.
He was taking his leave now though, and she was both relieved at the fact as well as worried. Not that she would say as much, Az didn’t want to make him see her as nothing but a child again.
❝ You should come by more often, Kia. And not when you have business with the Order, ❞ she tilted her head a bit, expression unreadable. Hopefully he would take her up on her offer. Eventually.
She turned then, heading back towards the cave entrance without another word. Then she splashed back through the water, sighing all the while. It didn’t take more than a second to sniff out the Prince, and Az looked over at him. ❝ I trust you heard all of that. ❞
Then Azrael was silent, plopping down on the cave floor, head on the ground, eyes closed for several L O N G moments. Her eyes half-opened then, and she let some steam filter out from between her teeth. ❝ In two days time, we’re going to go see my brother. ❞ Hopefully.
❝ I hope you’re not bothered by long flights. ❞
Fading thunder of beating wings echoed soft in the distance as the golden dragon took his leave, return- ing, perhaps, to the stronghold of the Order, or maybe off to deliver more messages. All this seemed distant to the prince, tucked against the inner wall of the cavern, brow furrowed. He was troubled, but mostly just confused, tempted to brush off all of this as hearsay except that the conversation hadn't been so serious.
After all, who knew what he was going to end up doing ? If this O R A C L E or whatever had spoken of him, then was it sure ? It hurt his head to think about it, and thankfully his captor provided a strangely welcome distraction soon enough.
Frankly, he couldn't even bring himself to be ashamed for eavesdropping; it'd concerned him, even if he hadn't known it from the beginning. ( Though in hindsight, would it have been better if he'd not heard ? )
❝ I don't think I have much choice. ❞
For a steady few moments of silence, he simply gazed at her, to nothing but the steady r o a r of the waterfall in the background and maybe the occasional shifting sound of scales upon the dirt. Suddenly, everything seemed so much B I G G E R than just about him trying to escape, & get home.
He needed to pull himself together, stop thinking about it so much. That dragon --- whatever its name was that the golden one had mentioned --- was probably wrong about the so-called prophecy, anyway.
❝ What's the visit for, exactly ? ❞
It’s been two months and I have 500 followers, you fucking dorks get out of here.
Have some hot babes. (I’ve probably missed a couple sorry.)
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The Consulting Family the 'family' is certainly accurate
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The British Government you're definitely out of my league
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it's starting to reach that point again, that six-month point where my doubts in tumblr roleplay surface again. i left my last ( and first ) blog at six months, coincidentally around this same time, in mid-august. i guess i don't want to leave adam; he is, to date, the strongest muse i've ever had, and even though these couple of days he's been a little mia because of my attentions to desire, he's definitely still here.
i guess what i'm trying to say is that for the past couple of months, barring occasional days here and there, maybe once every few weeks, i've felt like i'm dead weight in the roleplay community. i know i'm not the only one, and i know this is a complaint that's not particular to me at all. nevertheless, that doesn't change the fact.
i'm a little bit at my wits' end. opens seldom get any attention, and whenever i reply to someone, it doesn't really go anywhere. recently, i've also been completely dropped a couple of times by people i esteemed, which has also dealt a bit of a blow to my self-confidence. despite numerous ( spaced out over a few weeks, mind you ) attempts to get in contact with them, there has been no response, even to let me know they're dropping the thread.
i'm not pointing fingers at anyone, and i know no one is obligated to write with me or anything, even if we're mutuals. i just feel like i've failed to make any sort of imprint on the community here at all, and that if i should leave, it wouldn't matter to anyone. i don't know how to attract anymore attention, and i'm a little tired of having to put forth all the effort when to everyone else it feels like they could make do just fine with or without me.
des is a new blog, i'm well aware. only a week old right now. i don't know what to do there either, i guess. i love both these muses dearly, but i just don't know how to make headway in this community anymore where i've stopped feeling like i matter at all.
sorry for the rant. i'm not even sure what i'm going to do. if i leave these blogs, that would mean these muses would be completely dropped, because it's not like i have any other venue in which to play them. i don't want that to happen. i just feel like the last few months have been a steady decline, and i don't really know what else to do; i feel like i've exhausted all my options.
[so i probably picked the worst time to change my url. because i already planned a follow forever for this weekend, and now you’re probably all wondering who the HECK i am but yolo okay
(it’s thewrongproclivity, if you didn’t catch on yet)
i’ve been here a few months now and i never expected such a nice reception for my margot, really… and more recently i’ve been a little discouraged about this account, but a small influx of new followers and some kind compliments have helped me a lot. i honestly appreciate you all, every single one of you (i even know there are quite a few personal blogs following me, which is crazy amazing because i guess you’re just hanging out there reading). anyway, i’m very sorry if this follow forever is kind of short or lackluster - i’m shy sometimes and don’t reach out enough to talk to people, but i’m definitely trying! i have to say i’ve made some awesome new friends since my first follow forever so i’m sure i’ll have even more people on this list next time. anyway YES so here we go:]
stradivariiius / transformatiion / suurvived - OKAY TEEJ you know how much i love you right? you are utterly brilliant in all your portrayals, your headcanons hurt my very soul and i would snuggle with your mason forever if he weren’t such COMPLETE TRASH. come here. come here to me.
inurbanus / banishedking / siidereus / slxnderman - coyote all your muses are gross and they need to be taught a lesson for being gross but you are fantastic wow. you kinda popped up out of nowhere on my dash one day but i’m super glad you did beCAUSE MASON. meet me in the fucking ball pit you tear-drinking kingdom-stealing slendy birb.
spiiderisms / loquiitor - maddyyy i first saw you as interacting with coyote and i already said this in that compliment meme thing but i don’t watch bbc sherlock, but i’ve seen parts of it and i love jim and your characterization and writing are both wonderful and obviously i adore your quality freddie as well. AND you’re lovely.
hesinsatiable / wxbslinger - elle i remember you following me on void and i thought ‘hM A VOID YES i need to watch teen wolf’ and i still haven’t but i’ll be watching it soon because i’ve been planning it forever anyway. even so i already love what you bring to the character and i love all the ideas you have regarding him and margot - ditto with peter. you are excellent and i adore having you on my dash.
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