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I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.
-Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

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( in regards to shipping & plotting ship )
So I just had a very good chat but it also made me realize I probably have to clarify upfront how I go about shipping since not everyone does it this way ... So, hereby!: First off, I am SUPER open to shipping Rhys with just about everyone within reason (no children etc). I have a Highkey Three (OTPs) Iâm personally very fond of, but I think he is a character that works well with a lot of people, so youâre always welcome to approach me about shipping! That said, though, I donât necessarily plot â that is, I wonât plan from the beginning where and when the confession and/or first kiss will happen. When I say I âship with chemistryâ (and I virtually always do this), I mean I like to pick a starting point/interaction and have the relationship naturally develop from there through IC writing. It might admittedly take a while for anything to happen while writing blind like this, but I love the thrill of, even as a writer, not knowing what exactly will happen when â and then getting a good olâ K.O. in the kokoro when it finally does. ww This actually even goes for the 3 OTPs I mentioned above: I will most assuredly go âHELL YES!â at the proposition/prospect, but even those I prefer to organically take their course so I can get that sucker punch out of it as well. tl;dr if you were looking to ship with my Rhys, it might take a while for anything to happen. Iâm sorry for that wait, but I hope, like me, you can delight in ~the Pining and the Tension~ as well. w And know that it doesnât matter to me if the ship is rarepair or something Iâve not considered before; after all, the interactions will allow for exploring the exact dynamic really well. So do stop by and HMU to establish a basis if youâre into some Real Yearning Hours â heâs actually VERY good at that. ww âĽ
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any amusement he mightâve garnered from watching rhys fumble around for the stupid thing evaporates the second he gets down on the ground to scrap around like a dog. finger in his mouth, tooâ itâs downright pathetic, and worse, perhaps, boring.Â
with rhysâs eyes averted, shinonâs toe finds the thimble and sends it rolling back across the floor to hit its mark somewhere just around his knee.Â
âiâm sure mist has plenty more for you to lose,â comes the dry comment, and shinon folds his jacket into a neat square so he might tuck it beneath his arm, striding out to the table where lies a basket of freshly laundered clothes, all presumably in need of mending. peering over the edge confirms that his own garments are spared the attention in favour of boydâs.Â
hopefully, his things would be out of othersâ hands by the end of the day.
In the corner of his eye, there is a twinkle â and suddenly the thimble comes into his hand again, like the first fresh snowflake from the endlessly clouded sky. âOh, thank you.â He gets up. Shinon turns his back, and Rhys just looks at it. â ⌠Shinon?â His voice is ever soft; the tone now almost hard. â ⌠Please donât do this to her.â Mellowly, he sorts himself back into the chair again, robes lined crisply to the seat, needle and thread in hand. He looks not at the archer; he looks at his work, but speaks nonetheless. âI mind not. And I cannot blame you if you think any kindness I might show is but institutionalized. It is a little like that, isnât it? It does feel insincere, because I have to.â He should have turned by now. â â But she isnât like that.â For its mellow, umber color, his ascending gaze that seeks the otherâs is clarion and trenchant. âMist is doing this for you. Sheâs doing this for all of us. So please donât speak to her with that sort of tone. She doesnât deserve that.â
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Sorry for the absence the past 2 days! I had a couple of important art deadlines along with my regular job, so I had to crank down on those. Virtually done now, though, so Iâll be around tonight for a couple replies! âŹ

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There is a discernable fluster to him as he comes in.     â â Iâm sorry â has anyone seen my outer coat?      Oh, I thought I remembered where I left it, but itâs not ... ... â
Loss of a church-issued uniform; his embarrassment aside, such spells nothing short of trouble.
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The hallways were framed with marble pillars. The icons were all crowned with gold. His eyes had been rimmed red for days. Heâd always dreamt. Heâd always dreamt that to come here would be to recline in the gentle arms of the Dawnmother, nestled within her love and teachings like a choir of birds singing their morning hymn together. Here, in Begnion, there would be but benignity and kindness, a sanctuary for all to lay their head and rest peacefully âtill the break of morn. He didnât sleep anymore. The streets gave him no answers. He had walked them, ran them, suddenly panicked legs carrying him no closer to the answer as his wet, brown eyes had but stared up at the tower. Scripture gave him no relief. In the dark night by ochre candles had he tried find further lies such as those adhered to still within his lifetime ( âThe Children of Strength are lesser â âTis in our Wisdom we must rule over themâ ) but his tears and the dim letters had left the truth a blur. His room gave him no solace. Wealthily furnished with riches from the bones of others, it had but four walls to close in on him and a pillow to weep into. Dry and empty, midnight drew him once again into the corridors, coldly echoing his breath in halls too high. In his haunted disgrace, he did not notice there was no solitude within his dark â not until they were nearly feet to feet and all he could seem to do in repentance was flatten himself at hers. â â Your Eminence â â His voice, thinner than a specter, broke on the last syllable.
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đ Our muses open presents together! đ Our muses decorate a christmas tree together! đŹ Our muses go christmas shopping! đŞ Our muses choose and cut their own tree! đ Our muses go ice-skating! đ Our muses play in the snow! đ Our muses make a Christmas dinner together! đŞ Our muses bake and decorate Christmas cookies! đ Our muses stay up waiting for santa! đ One muse still believes in santa⌠how does the other handle it? đĽ Our muses drink hotchocolate and cuddle next to the fireplace! đş Our muses watch Christmas films together! đ¨ Our muses make christmas crafts - snowflakes, snowmen and more! đ Our muses decorate the outside of the house! đ° Our muses go decortion shopping! đŞ Our muses go to the mall to sit on santas lap! đś Our muses listen to christmas songs! đĽ Our muses sled down a hill! âş Our muses make a gingerbread house! đ Our muses go snowboarding! đĄ Our muses assist at a homeless shelter on christmas! đś Our muses visit a childrens hospital and give gifts to kids! đ Our muses drive/walk around to look at peoples xmas lights at night! đŹ Our muses watch a christmas play together! đą Our muses get snowed into their house! đť Our muses get drunk off of booze filled egg nog! đ Our muses take a horse drawn sleigh ride! đ One muse forces the other to wear ugly, matching christmas sweaters! đź Our muses go caroling! đ muses attend a christmas party! đ Our muses meet under the mistletoe - Accidentally or on purpose is your choice!

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over at my other roleplay account, Rhys got asked to come outside for a moment â but this joke my friend then made in DMs is absolutely SENDING me
Send me âđâ to see what my muse would give yours as a Christmas present.
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the thimble might easily flee rhysâs clutches, Â but shinonâs practiced gaze catches the flash of dull silver the second it hits the floor and rolls to its escape somewhere near his left boot. Â wetting his lip with the fleeting question of just when heâll notice, Â sharp eyes greet the softer pair with little sympathy.
the slight twitch in his lip says the earnest placation is swallowed with disdain.  only rhys could turn this into a little psalm about being good to one anotherâ  shit, he shouldâve quit whilst he was ahead with i promise i have not. Â
vocalizing as much with a scoff between a loosely pressed scowl, shinon tears their contact in favor of something between an extended blink and rolling his eyes before re establishing it, bleaching the irritation out of his tone when next he asks,  âwhat are you looking for?â
of course he knows what rhys is looking for. he watched it fall and keeps the tiny shield in his periphery, but heâs not feeling anywhere near courteous enough to say as much.  eating into the simpering foolâs patience just a touch might satisfy him enough to forgive him insofar as taking his jacket off mistâs laundry pile.
Shinon responds in nothing other than in clicks and gripes of disapproval. Rhys neednât ask their cause: it is always sentimentality, and softness, and love. He still continues unchanged. He wouldnât know how else to speak. â â Ah, my thimble.â For a moment, it seems like theyâll have a conversation, rather than accusations with matching why and wherefores. âI thought I heard it drop, but ... Well, never mind.â He should have minded, though, he finds but moments later when he resumes his threading. He pulls the needle through â and suddenly the tip is in his finger. There is no such hurt within the prick that it has him make a sound. He simply, quickly, puts his index in his mouth, to keep the blood from smearing a line on the freshly washed linen, and scoots off his chair to squat down beside and check again. To ask anyone for help, least of all the arid archer, doesnât even cross his mind.

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     â  OH,  JEEZ,  YOUâRE  GONNA  HURT  YOURSELF  LIKE  THAT.  â  she  gets  a  good  look  at  the  scene  before  her:  shards  of  glass  ornaments  littering  the  floor,  silvery  strings  of  garland  all  over  the  room  ââ  and  the  tree  itself,  upturned  on  the  floor.  luckily,  rhys  himself  seems  to  be  intact,  even  if  he  does  look  a  little  shaken.  â  stay  right  there,  i  got  you  !  â
     she  hurries  to  his  side,  deftly  hopping  over  the  clusters  of  broken  glass,  and  wraps  one  around  around  his  middle  for  support. the last thing he needs is to have another  accident  while  trying  to  get  down.
     â  you  know,  that  garlandâs  not  a  bad  look  for  you,  â  she  teases.  â  if it turns out the  treeâs  broken,  we  can  just  hang  all  the  ornaments  on  you  instead.  â  a  beat,  then:  â  buuuuuuut  maybe  just  to  be  safe,  we  should  try  to  clean  everything  up  before  the  others  get  back.  itâll  be  quick  between  the  two  of  us  !  â
â ... Iâm sorry,â are the first words that come to him, as they so often do. Still, though his rue is true, he feels not both his stomach and self-esteem collapse into themselves at his admission to his own err. There is guilt, but no contrition, because the one who found him and his mess is Mia. Some would have fawned over him and worried; others might have yapped and blamed. He would have deserved the latter and felt doubly bad for the mistake; he would not have the care in the former and felt equally so. She does neither. Come on, letâs clean it up together! she simply says, and, him atoning as he helps, makes the problem undone. Heâs glad itâs her. â â Thank you,â is his next simple phrase. He couples her firm hold with a hand down upon her shoulder, and descends to the same floor the Yuletide chaos now lies spread about, the stepladder wobbling as it did when he tipped. Something crunches underneath the hefty soles of his boots, and he flinches in regret. She leaves him little time to wallow, though. âNot a bad look? ... Ah, perhaps I will do penance, then, by standing silent vigil in the corner, if we canât salvage our tree.â He smiles, though, as he plucks himself free from the garland with butterfingers â and then, struck by sudden inspiration, blooms into a quiet laugh as he drapes it across her headband. âVery festive. You could consider it.â