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types of people; ✿ FLOWERS ✿

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DAISY : wears their heart on their sleeve. soft voice. minimalist clothing. laying in a field of tall grass. walking barefoot. puts other people’s happiness above their own.

BELLFLOWER : very consistent friend. happy face with sad eyes. careful touches. hiding a blush. light giggles. makes friends easily. knows how to make you smile.

PROTEA : proud. big gestures. blushes easily. tries to look tough but is really just a big softie. content where they are. doesn’t love easily, but always deeply.

MOONFLOWER : knowing smiles. doesn’t open up easily. late night. tired eyes. soft skin. not as innocent as they seem. loose clothing.

BLEEDING HEART : hopeless romantic. still laughs at dirty jokes. believes they can change the world. caring looks. dyed hair. kisses on the cheek.

SUNFLOWER : big smiles. always looking for the positive. lots of friends. warm afternoons. basking in the sun. stares off into space a lot. sitting in comfortable silence.

| ɹǝpun ʇǝǝɟ xıs · · ———————————

Frozen to the spot she watched him slowly reach the river. Just the idea of crossing through had her shivering, helpless to the crashing waves drowning her mind in memories from a time almost forgotten had it not been for the past weeks catching up on her sanity. Following him around had given her a reason to focus on other things. Mindless to where it was he was going. She had needed a change and he was providing without question. She had yet to ask him why they were running instead of fighting whoever was chasing him. Ask about who he was that several parties seemed to be after his head. Ask all the important things any sane person would want to know to make sure their own life wasn’t in danger. For all she knew, he could very much turn around and just murder her. Or at least try to, given reason or not. Except that her top priority had been to either get better or just end it all.

And she had been getting better, her mood swings unpredictable but better.

Until tonight.

Forcing her eyes to look away from the liquid darkness she noticed his lips moving but it was still too loud. The rushing sound of a flood pulling her down. The muffled screams of someone reaching for her and all the blood. So much blood that she couldn’t tell if there was still any water left.

“I... I c-can’t swim.”

She remembered how a long time ago, her father had promised to teach her. A promise he broke not long after that. It was his blood coloring the sea, his blood filling her lungs, and her mother's screams that even now refused to fade. 

What if she was broken beyond repair? If every single step reminded her of someone lost. What even was the point?

“I’m s-sorry. You should’ve met me before I became... this.” Focusing solely on his face helped a little. Just enough to pull herself back together, “I used to feel untouchable, and now I’m slowly losing my mind with all this - with my past catching up I guess.” Some days she felt almost whole again. Like when she had met him the first time or the times after that. It wasn’t always this bad. But just one memory was enough to trigger the ugly things hidden deep inside. And it wasn’t only that, there was something else. But she couldn’t tell him, he wouldn’t understand. Nobody did. 

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  ?

You are Patroclus, from the Iliad by Homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. Although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. Your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. Take a deep breath, remember who you are and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. In the end, it’s not even enough to protect yourself.

moon–dal said: [ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | Accepting ] ‵  perhaps  i’ll  write  a  book  of  great  shit  i’ve  done  nobody’s  ever  noticed.  ′ - Aisling (WoL)

&& AKIYA

     A voice etched in restrained vigor – the Hyur’s outburst is enough to leave the other stunned. The elezen unsure of how to handle the situation, clearly she was upset. But the  context of the matter, surely it wasn’t true. She was the Warrior of Light, after all. Of course what she did mattered – she knew that, right?

With all noticeable accounts held witness – the Scions being the main audience, there was little moments where Aisling’s deeds weren’t praised. The Eorzean Alliance remained ever in her debt, not simply as an Eikon-Slayer, and that of Ishgard deemed the woman practically second Bishop for the battles won in her steed. 

     But from another perspective… well, yeah… he understood, sorta.

Being the center of attention, something he couldn’t necessarily relate – though he knew it held a great weight on ones’ shoulders. Being spotted for all the right things, yet nothing less of the stars seemed to matter. Like how great of a cook the woman was, or how creative she was. How her animal handling seemed unparalleled to even the most experienced beastmasters by some unknown wit – she had so many other traits that the world didn’t even consider. 

To yearn for something less than a title.

It was, in all honesty, a terrible position to be met. The very idea of it making his heart ache – shared empathy causing brow to furrow in a certain sorrow. There was little that could be done presently to make the other feel better at ease, he assumed… but at the very least, he could try to consult her frustration. Even if it was the only other way he knew how, aside from lost words.

      ❝ Ais’… ❞ 

To say she wasn’t surprised by herself would’ve been a lie. And if it wasn’t for the look he gave her, maybe she would not have noticed at all. How this was the most serious she had sounded in a long time if not ever. She wasn’t really good at it either. Some people actually looked cool spitting gloomy shit but it was definitely not one of her selling points. 

On the other hand .. - Squinting her eyes at the taller one she almost wondered if he was about to hug her or do some other mushy thing to lift her spirits. Was a miracle going to happen? Did she have to act like an underappreciated puppy more often? Maybe if she managed to actually tear up right here and then.

Not that she didn’t actually mean those words. It really made her feel like that sometimes. Like the things she put a lot of effort into weren't noticed unless she slew a monster and saved the damsel in distress. But who was she to complain? Others had it worse. A lot of people died to fights and illness every single day. She had seen it all and if there was one thing she had promised to keep up (other than saving the world) it was probably the smile on her face and the usually uplifting words for everyone who needed to hear them.

She didn’t mind shining a little brighter for others.

&& MALITH

To say things had went pleasantly would have been an understatement.

The rowdiness that was held mainly out of the sheets -- he hated when his legs got tangled in the mess, leaving both of the two breathless by the end of the night. One would have thought that if written tomes of romance found within Gubal had anything to expect, it would have been a deep slumber to follow, exhausted of all might both physically and mentally. But it seemed such to be contradicted on said momentous occasion.

The elezen having rolled over in mid-sleep, the empty imprint from where Moonbyul laid causing his light-headiness to stir. Not that this was any different to some nights -- a competition of who would leave first. But he’d be lying to say that he wasn’t disappointed in the matter.

An involuntary huff exhaling from his chest as restless eyes began to wonder around the room, not yet lifting his head from the pillow to examine whether or not she had fully dressed or left a souvenir. Nothing seemed too terribly out of place, aside from small objects that were in the way when they entered. The light that peered through the arched window, barely caressing a orange hue into the hidden shelter.

How long had she been gone --?

Another huff -- this time, more of a growl as Malith pushed himself from the mattress. Irritated... no, that wasn’t it. A faint stinging suddenly causing his back to flex -- visions of the night flooding back at his skull. Upset? No, that wasn’t it ither. A cynical smirk replacing that of the wince held previously to the marks as he stretched his back in an arch, pulling his chest forward before rolling over upon a bear buttocks in a seating arrangement. This time, further surveying the room of the garments that had been thrown aside.

For the most part, her jacket, heels and undergarments were still scattered. Minus that of the leggings she was wearing. His own belts and pants still a mess on the floor. But the shirt he had been wearing at the bar -- that, too, was missing. A summary that either she had been too much of a hurry to dress back in her own, or perhaps she didn’t travel too far, after all.

Interesting.

Would she come back?

Or was this another hunt of hers?

An endless wave of musing rolled in his present thoughts as he rested up against the bed frame. The back of his mind flipping the two-sided coin on whether or not to get up and search. It would be his first time walking back like a dog on a leash -- whether or not he could hang that on his pride, ah, that was the true question. But still, something about this womans’ allure kept him wanting. Something far different than the rest of his one-night encounters.

Loving?

Ridiculous. He had long abandoned the feeling decades ago.

Tilting his attention back over to his underwear and leggings -- the elezen finally made his move to swing his legs out of bed. Retrieving the garments from the ground and re-equipping himself proper. The only problem being that his width was far beyond playing exchange with her jacket. He’d have to go shirtless for now, or at least until retreating to his own room to change. Not that it bothered him any.

Running a hand through the fallen bangs of his hair, he lets out a faint yawn before placing a hand at the door -- a shudder of hesitance preventing further movement. Quirking a brow in question to his own motives -- he stares at the exit with blank expression.

-- Concern?

It was close enough to an answer he wasn’t going to get.

Least he become frustrated with his own subconsciousness trying to play therapy.

A frustrated ‘ tch ‘ bites at the corner of his lips as he pushes the door open, revealing the small passageway that leads to the main alleyways of town. Not but a few steps from the sliver did he find the other curled up in her own skin -- like a kitten thrown out of the slaughter house. Neither an act of hiding nor running -- almost as if she had reconsidered.

❝ If the bed wasn’t to your liking... ❞ he greeted, leaning one shoulder against the cooling walls of the alley as he stuffed his hand in the opposing sides’ pocket of his pants,  ❝ You could have requested different accommodations. ❞  

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If it hadn’t been for the irritated flick of her tail she could’ve pretended to not have heard him for a little longer. Regain her composure, stretch her pale limbs and throw some witty and most likely naughty response right back at him. But she couldn’t. Instead, she bit down on her tongue. The taste of iron washing away what was left of the emotional almost-breakdown. 

“It’s different. This place. Not your bed, your bed is fine. But t-this...” she started slowly, words drifting into a whisper almost as if they weren’t meant for him, “It’s just different.” 

This situation felt a little bit like having lived under the nights’ blanket for years and years, searching the stars for what she wasn’t sure anymore, just to be pulled awake and thrown into this bright place with all its warmth and colors. It made her feel vulnerable. But it wasn’t bad. Just different. The realization that this could be it. She’d either burn herself trying or give up altogether. 

Turning towards him, she took a moment to just take in everything he wasn’t. His tan skin, fierce eyes, scars, and overall expression. He was different. And she was willing to take her chances with this, whatever it was. Not like she had anything to lose.

&& HADES

A compliment?

He’d take it – albeit with a forced grin, the acknowledgement of his ancestry being bitter-sweet with his already provoked irritations. Narrow eyes watching as the woman fell back in the grass, the mewling balls of white ever suffocating in their gated territory. Something about her carelessness that gave him a sense of – unsettling comfort. She was surely take her visit to the First in strides – while making the most of all things necessary to beseech her own sanity levels. But to him, it just seemed like a waste of time. Perhaps more-so even a favor, that she was allowing this world to anchor on itself easier without her intrusions.

Mayhaps her bleeding heart was not that of inconvenience, but much more the opposite.

He’d wager on it, for now.

    –  ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ? A dark lord? Have you finally lost it? ❞ Emet-Selch couldn’t restrain the amusement in his voice at the thought, his words coming off half-chuckle. ❝ The one who finds herself in a bed of 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏 believes there’s a universe where she’ll switch sides for the greaterself-proclaimed 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋? My, this is a world I would love to visit some day, shad’ I not already visited all thirteen and then some! ❞

Her persistence in testing his patience aside, she had quite the awe of humor. Be it whether or not she was serious, – l a u g h a b l e –, but what out-of-reach dreams she’d share. Truly, the mortal coil was so… underbidding.

Even something so out of reach that was the deed of requesting his hand upon a sheep.

❝ I will kindly but firmly refuse.❞

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“A bed of sheep you seem to fear. And fear is what a dark lord feeds from, no? I think my chances for a job change are pretty high,” she almost instantly responded, curling her fingers into the soft wool that she so desperately wanted him to touch. Even if only for her own childish pleasure. She squinted her eyes straight at him and paused. How high were the chances that she’d get him to do it if she refused to relent to his demands for a while longer. Staying here until the next day didn’t sound too bad. And she knew, if the scions needed her, they would know where to find her. So it wasn’t like she completely ignored her responsibilities.

“What a killjoy..” Aisling mumbled after another minute. She moved to get up, her body bent in mock defeat and sighed loudly. Almost as if she was truly giving up on her game. But if she was one thing for sure, it had to be stubborn.

adapted  from  this post !   bold  what definitely applies  to  your  muse. italicize what somewhat applies  to  your  muse. repost   ;  do  NOT  reblog.

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𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 »     toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruise like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 »     homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 »     list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams / nightmares

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 »     bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 »     goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 »     always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweatpants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 »     school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 »     herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 »     flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 »     infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 »     knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in Walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 »     piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

moon–dal said: Moonbyul: “ there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours. ” ( you asked for it! )

   〚  ⚔ THE PRINCESS BRIDE SENTENCE STARTERS ⚔ : Accepting!  〛

&& MALITH

It had been a few drinks miscounted by the end of the night – their second rendezvous once more having been hopping bar sets, making conversation and playing the coin of who could out-drink who between slips of personal questions that were better discussed behind closed doors. 

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Moonbyul gasped as she fell backwards, getting dropped onto the mattress below. Her grip around his shoulders loosened and she sank into the softness of the sheets, staring at the ceiling shortly before her hand found it’s way back into his mused hair. 

&& HADES

Between waving arms and threatening stares did Emet-Selch make his way over to the shelter where the sheep were kept. Their volume, almost unbearable as he strutted with irritable caution. Amiss strays of the flock and their… droppings, was as if walking through a wired mine field. A swatting of one or two as the creatures approached with curiosity, one having the courage enough to nip at the heels of his coat –

          — ❝ 𝐎𝐅𝐅 with you, or I’ll make you into a new 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄. ❞

Truly, as if the coherent ones of this place weren’t annoying enough – the fleeting mass of labor and pets was beyond what he was willing to put up with. That is, had it been quite literately ANYONE else. 

Aislings’ voice creeping from around the corner as he walked, the Ascian regained his composure but momentarily – finding the Hyur squatted down in affection of one of the bellowing cotton balls. Her verbal jab being a little less than her comments up upon the mountain side, beckoning that of a side-wide grin from the man.

❝ Oh? And here I thought I was doing quite 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 for someone of my 𝐀𝐆𝐄 – ❞

Never mind the creases of time and stress written all over the mans’ brow. For someone whose lived a millennia and some, he’d consider his flesh to be quite impressive compared to other breathing things. This body far more feeble than his award-winning growth upon Garlean parchments – he was never a fan of having a beard. Something more along the lines that carried a memorable weight – this body being not far off from his original given form.

❝ Whose to say what you’ll look like in a few years. If I had to make a 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒, ❞ Emet-Selch chuckled, squatting down and running a single gloved finger through a pad of dirt – running the grains betwixt two fingertips, turning them further dust. ❝ – With how much longer do you intend to petty-foot around this place? ❞ 

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Rolling her eyes, she leaned backward, flopping down to the grass with no care for her armor. Her outstretched arms and blonde hair spilling over the ground all that could be seen past the sheep’s fluffy buttocks. “Mhm~ You are right. You are almost a ten amongst the seniors I’ve met so far.” He basically had zero competition in that field but who was she to break his little heart with the cold and awful truth. Sometimes it made her wonder - if she was to live the life of an ascian, wouldn’t she rather pick someone pretty and handsome as her host? Or maybe, people from the past had different standards?

The sheep blocking her view laid down next to her, almost cuddling into her side. Perfect timing for her eyes to wander specifically over his body. Maybe there was something else he really liked about this shape. Or was it really just coincidence? But wouldn’t that be boring? Shouldn’t there be some meaningful reason to pick this one? - Too bad the dress hid more than just the lack of pants.

“I bet I’ll be rocking those wrinkles, should I ever get any that is. With my luck - I might save the world and become a god or something. OH, or - ” fingers pointing at his face, “I switch sides and become the true dark lord...-ess. Is that even a thing?” 

She was tempted to ask him if he was wearing pants, squinting her eyes and still pointing in his general direction. If Alphinaud could see her now he’d know. It was that one face she made whenever she had something inappropriate on her mind. Haurchefants favorite face for sure. But no, not yet. Maybe she would make it a challenge and find out herself. Soon.

Instead, she dropped her arm, petting the sheep whose face was propped up on her stomach like she was some kind of pillow for the fluffy thing. (Who Aisling definitely liked to use as a pillow too. Same rights for everyone.)