#aaternum

          dim glow stains tanned features, wisps of smoke drift off lit cigarette, scattering to the wind. mere moments prior, he argued his need for a partner, even if his concern fell flat. on the pitch and off the pitch, kai hardly considers himself a team player. surely anyone who knew about their 'golden years' could've assumed as much. nonetheless, his opposition softens when it's a familiar face. toiling away with someone familiar made it far more bearable, and he hastily snuffs his cigarette. he waved a hand to further disperse the smoke—a noble attempt, if nothing else.

He then went over to Ryu, carrying a tray which contained two mugs of ale as well as two glasses of water, setting it on the table in front of them, as he sat across from her. ❛ Here. Drink. I ordered some food for us, as well. ❜ He took one of the mugs and drank some ale, letting out a sigh of relief. It was cozy inside and at once he felt some warmth seep into his veins. ❛ By my estimation, it will take us at least a week or so reach the border of Crimea, that is unless, this snowstorm continues. I suggest we stay here for the night, recuperate, and then see what the weather permits tomorrow. I realize there is urgency to reach Crimea and deal with the rumored monster threat, but there is not much we can do when faced with nature's wrath. This region is known for its unpredictable weather. It is best to proceed with caution. ❜

The barmaid appeared at their table and placed their plates in front of them, the dish containing some sort of meat, alongside a variety of vegetables. It looked healthy and nutritious. ❛ This looks delectable. Hope it is to your liking. ❜

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

    “Order anything you’d like, Ryu-chan! It’ll be my treat today,” Kakeru insists with a carefree grin laced along his lips. “Oh, and thanks for taking time outta your busy schedule to spend time with this lonely ol’ man. I really appreciate it!” Honestly, their meeting at this cozy café might technically not have been a date, but at the same time, he couldn’t help being relieved Ryu showed up at all... especially since he happened to have arrived a good ten minutes before the agreed upon time.

Art stream did. Shenanigans had. Drawed many Farus, one(1) @danthekickingman​ one @venomousovereignty​ and one(1) @aaternum (I want to put more work into that one, it ended up rushed jkfhjkl)

Bonus Farus under the cut

   Khaz hadn’t had the proper chance to begin winter shopping, or rather just never found the proper motivation for owning winter clothing due to the infernal machine on his back keeping him mostly unpleasantly warm, or at least he thinks it’s unpleasant, too others it could feel like they were feeling a heater. Although, he wasn’t going to argue with the televised wind-chill, biting cold of winter’s kiss was harsh compared to the cool breeze he’d often find from the other seasons, usually having his coat to retreat under and zip up if it ever got too cold. 

   He did in fact appreciate her concern, warm smile from scarred lips accompanied by a short chuckle. “Most of th’ time, I’m always movin’ anyways so I usually jus’ stay warm that way, it’s got some of that good, insulating fur on the inside.” He comments, unzipping the coat just a bit to reveal a small patch of the fur on the interior, showing her the layer of warmth his coat had provided, although that didn’t stop Ryu who would untie the scar from around her neck and wraps it around his shoulders instead. Khaz wasn’t going to fight it. “--I won’t say no t’ the scarf though, winter makes my scars ache real bad. ‘n no matter how much I might complain about it, I don’t mind your icy mitts. They can be soothing on a warm day. Just uh, lemme know if you want it back, okay?”  

whenever she would receive a letter from ryu, agatha would rush to her room in giddy glee and read it over after locking the door behind her. she would hold it against her chest before reading it again and again, finally tucking it back into its carefully opened envelope and placed it into a box tucked behind the books in her room. agatha thought it was a good hiding place for them. her father didn’t come into her room that often, not to get something. sometimes to speak with her or summon her, but he never wanted anything from her room. how did he just happen to want a book from her shelf? how could he think it was okay to go through her personal belongings when he saw that box? it was plain, there was nothing that stood out about it. agatha didn’t even write anything on it. it was just a box. but he went through it and promptly called for her mother. he stood there and accused agatha of keeping secrets, of keeping the letters from them. of seeing and sleeping with someone she shouldn’t have been. it hurt. in that moment as his shouts rang in her ears, she could feel her heart breaking as tears poured down her freckled cheeks in rivers. she stood there and took it until she just couldn’t anymore. with haste, agatha grabbed the box from the back of her wardrobe and ran. ran to the stables and saddled the nearest horse she could find and urged it to run.

her departure from the kingdom was swift, her surroundings but a teary blur as she left it behind. agatha doesn’t stop until her home is out of sight and she sits there for a moment, the box clutched tightly to herself, the reins clutched in her other hand. the weight of the situation crashes against her like waves battering a cliff and a sob leaves her, then another, then even more. agatha can’t go back, not after this. where could she go? not to other family, they would just send her back. she has no friends, so she couldn’t go to them. then... her only option is ryu. ryu wouldn’t send her back, would she? no, of course not, she would try to help her somehow. but where might she be? she isn’t always in her own kingdom. agatha remembers the inn in that town they’ve met at a few times before. they tried to meet at different places, so it would never be suspected who they were, but there was one they would sometimes come back to. she has to try to find her there. agatha urges her horse forward again. she has to get away before guards are sent after her, if they haven’t been already.

it takes her a day to get there. she didn’t have the heart to watch the sun as it set beneath the horizon or as it rose above it. agatha’s heart just hurt too much. she leaves the horse by the inn, but the box remains in her arm. she couldn’t bring herself to leave it somewhere. this box and its contents is her only possession now. frantically the faerie princess searches, eyes darting around in search for a familiar face. she finally sees ryu in the town market and rushes over to her, calling for her name, an arm outstretched toward her, reaching for her.    “ ryu! oh, ryu, i— i-i’m s-s-so glad that you’re h-here. “    more tears pour down agatha’s cheeks and she nearly collapses to her knees out of exhaustion and grief, but she manages to keep herself upright, clinging to ryu’s arm.    “ i’m s-so sorry, i— i know w-we u-usually plan our m-m-meetings,  but i— i had to— oh, r-ryu, i had t-to— t-t-to s-s-see you. “    and this meeting would be more joyous if not for the reason she sought her out. agatha does finally fall to her knees, sobs once again leaving her, rendering her unable to say much else.