#* fantasy.

        ❛❛   Can't sleep ?   ❜❜        a touch of playfulness colors his inquiry,   more of a jab than an awkward habit of stating the obvious in order to initiate conversation.   Meetings at midnight could become a tradition if they were to keep stumbling onto one another in such manner,   as neither seems to possess the will to withstand the melancholy often ushered by nocturnal stillness.   Always restless,   mind riddled with worries of both past   &.   present,   a ceaseless storm that grants no rest.   By appearance,   he seems far more relaxed than his companion,   as still and quite as a statue,   merely by practice,   for if he were to allow his thoughts to roam about without restraint he would wear himself out to the point of exhaustion                   quite similar to how she seemed to walk past him in search of distraction at least twice without ever noticing.        ❛❛   Sit down before you dig yourself into a hole.   ❜❜        The healer jests,   his tone a kind invitation as he pats his palm on the patch of grass beside him.

@liightbringr // starter !

        ❛❛   Do you miss it ?   ❜❜        innocent inquiry slips without much thought,   as curiosity finally takes its hold upon him,   the will to smother his own wonderings lost when the pull of intrigue tempts him further.   It's an unpleasant topic,   and he softens his approach once awareness struck him.   This is quite unlike him,   although the existence of his kin was a secret that needed little keeping,   he had kept his own longings sealed tightly under lock and key,   his only consolation was in retrieving phantoms of lighter days within the daily lives of those he guards with silent care,   and yet,   the arrival of this stranger had brought along with it a flood of memories he thought to have forgotten decades ago.        ❛❛   Home,   I mean.   ❜❜        Raphael corrects,   practicing better empathy in his tone.   He remains clueless to the other's tale,   his willful departure from home   &.   the reasons that shaped his decisions,   he wouldn't pry any further,   perhaps this was a mere attempt on his part to sooth his own wounds,   compelled by a peculiar sense of familiarity induced by the startling similarity between the two.   Light seems to dwell within his companion as well,   a force of life possessed by him and his people,   a blessing praised and protected                  and an unseen bond that might explain why he chose to linger,   he can't quite understand it himself.

@lightstre // starter !

      ❛  here, you look like you need this more than me right now.  ❜

          ❛❛   Oh   ...   uh   ...   ❜❜        uncertainty paints the healer's expression,   dark hues catching the offered flask before they could recognize the one it belonged to.   Ymir,   he only caught her name by chance,   a stranger very much like him who only happened to be around when a group of bandits tried their hand at pillaging the town.   Successfully drawn out by collective effort the two and those brave enough to stand their ground.   He took to tending to the wounded afterwards,   the exhaustion of the long trip before and the overuse of his light had drained him much faster than anticipated.   He sat for a moment to catch his breath,   just enough so he can go about his way,   perhaps he looked a little worse for wear that had the other offer what little resources she possessed.        ❛❛   Thank you.   ❜❜        he says,   accepting her aid,   but only having a little sip in case she needed it more than he did.   The item is handed back,   now the fog that clouded his vision a little clearer,   she wasn't in better shape than him,   dirt   &.   blood covered her from head to toe.        ❛❛   What about you ?   Are you alright ?   ❜❜

@ymirgel // he's always tired that's just his face