#aceofscale

she always did, she could definitively have cut this process short. counterargument: she wanted to look her very best and this required her to take her time, no matter how frustrating that might be. and it was frustrating because she was steadily leaving her teen years farther behind and was also an accomplished mage. she had cared less when she had actually been sixteen and in the coming year, she would get rid of all vanity. even if it meant to nag jura into teaching her meditation again after their last attempt had not been crowned by success.

looking at the mirror before she left her apartment, she grimaced at her reflection. given how much time she had spent getting ready, she certainly could have taken the time to not look --- more or less --- how she always did. counterargument, once more: she was almost certain that she had read somewhere that trying too hard was unattractive. well, here was to hoping that the reserve was true, too, and that looking as if she had not tried at all was attractive.

stepping through the door, the grimace left her face and instead, she smiled. it was not snowing yet, but she had lived in the north long enough  ( seven years )  to know in her bones when snow would fall. and tonight, tonight it would snow. her smile grew a little broader as she started walking, her pace quick, determined. they had agreed to meet at the corner and by the time it came was in her sight, her smile matched the decorated trees at the plaza because lyon was already there and so she moved even faster, her left hand in midair as she waved at him before finally reaching him.

‘‘ lyon, ’’ she said, holding both hands out to him, not quite hugging him yet despite dearly wanting to. ‘‘ my apologies for letting you wait. have you been here long? ’’

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The journey to Laima Scale had exhausted them. Trading information on dark guilds was important work, but traveling alone was not their forte. Knowing their next stop would take a day or so, they made the decision to rest here before heading out.

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            I CAN’T FUCKING BR E  AT HE

kaat. nobody is surprised.

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     — ANDY !!

     Thank you for the wishes and the anxiety ! ACHXFSKHDHA                                        ( someone please save me from taxes )

     GAAAAH this made me so HAPPY, THANK YOU FR!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. You’re such an incredible friend, I’m so happy to have you in my life. So, so happy ;;3;;

     Being 18 sure is an experience, but so far I’m enjoying it !

                     I LOVE YOU !!

     Meredy and Ultear won’t let him.

↘    💍 //  let's live a little and be the chaotic sherryon shippers we were born to be.

she had, well, she had laughed it off. lyon was drunk, far more drunk than she was, and it had been easy to say that no, she was not in the habit of getting engaged to men who would probably not even remember asking in the morning. she had not missed the concerned look tobi had thrown her, but they had a quiet agreement regarding these things. she did not tell kora that it had been tobi who had hidden manuscripts for weeks, he did not ask her if she was all right whenever he doubted it.

( it had been working just fine since they had been kids. )

setting aside the half-eaten engagement mince pie, she had gotten up, pulling lyon up from his chair. he had not offered much resistance, was in a far too good mood not to go along with her when she had bit the others goodbye. it had been easier still to wrap his coat around his shoulders and pull him from the guildhall to her apartment.  ( she was not going to drag him to his house; it was doubtful if his dignity would have survived the longer stroll. )  in high spirits, lyon had hummed into her ear and she had had to laugh. still --- next year, she would keep a closer eye on the punch, it could not be fortified again.

‘‘ you know, i would probably marry you if you asked again sober, ’’ she mused --- she had not had as much punch as most of the others, but her tongue had been loosened as well. sudden redness covered her face as she let go of lyon to unlock her building's front door and she shrugged. ‘‘ not right away --- lord no, but . . . eventually. ’’

it was the truth, and it was not as if he would remember much about it tomorrow. there was bittersweet assurance found in this knowledge --- not because she did not want to discuss this with him but rather because the pacing was off. and it would be cruel to hold something he had said drunk against him. she had been raised better than some of their fellow serpents.