任務のために。

i will always do a platonic pair — even family 

i will ALWAYS take your females

i want your muses of color 

i will do aus that are canon (and not) 

aus that don’t involve romance 

i am okay with you losing muse for a thread

i want multiple threads even with the same muse 

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Pepa's emotions were in a frenzy like the storm approaching. Her only daughter, her little girl was leaving home for the very first time! She had tried to mentally prepare herself for this, but it only stressed her out even more.

It wasn't until she heard someone else's voice that she snapped out of it.

She took a deep breath in and exhaled, the dark clouds disappearing all around the area.

⋆⁺₊⋆  ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ──── "So that's your game?" she folded her arms loosely, eyeing him with a grin. "No coin, no payment, just a promise of some fine food and wine. You must have charmed a lot of performers with that trick, haven´t you?"

There was something about him that held her attention. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself. The charm came easily enough, yet unlike most men who sought her company, he seemed intent on keeping part of himself hidden. Esmeralda was usually quick to read people; their intentions, their desires, the things they hoped to gain from a smile or a compliment. With him, however, the picture remained frustratingly incomplete. Lost in thought, she watched him for a moment longer, already considering how best to tell him that she had little patience for idle conversation ...

... then Djali leaned into his hand. The goat was much like her mistress in that regard: wary, stubborn, and deeply suspicious of strangers. Yet there she stood, accepting his touch without protest.

She couldn´t help to smile at it. Djali had been her companion for so long that she sometimes believed the little goat carried the spirit of one of her ancestors within her. Her emerald eyes found his again. "Very well," she relented. It wasn´t because she trusted him yet. But a warm meal was still a warm meal, and perhaps there was more to be gained from the evening than wine and conversation. The small dagger at her hip remained where it always was. Comforting. "But don't expect another performance from me tonight~" She grinned.

"Those usually cost extra." ──── ⋆⁺₊⋆  ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

⟮ ⟐ ⟯ 𓐆˙ ̤ ⁎ she was smart for a street performer, calling what she saw on the surface. but the root of his actions were legitimate. the raven haired woman was right to an extent though. games could be played, if he started them. ❛if i wanted to play with anyone, miss, then i certainly wouldn't be coming out of pocket. and i'd do it in the comfort of my camp. by then, it's anyone's match . . .❜ it was the plan and simple truth that loid found his generosity spreading into other areas. at their request he would answer. but make no mistake that wasn't the goal. just an added bonus. he picked up on the sarcasm, and her self-awaited hope she'd be right. probably for her a pattern of behavior one could assume about the next man to stroke her pride. valid, but rude. a relaxed position sits upright, with an immovable gaze and a frown. his rejoinder strong and in the face of someone that thinks they know him better than himself. ❛besides, starving artists like us should enjoy a taste of luxury since it doesn't come our way so easy. ── charming? well, everyone's night with me has a different ending . . . so you can be the judge of what that looks like later.❜ brows high, giving her room to return the ball he's thrown. there was nothing wrong in healing the less fortunate. he fell on hard times too.