#allhesaid

there is a hint of amusement in the amazon's voice as she reaches out– one hand resting against the other's shoulder while her other carefully tips the slowly slipping cup back into his grip. she doesn't know why nor for what reason, but the stranger was staring long enough for his drink to start pouring out on the tile ground of the cafe between them.

having already alerted one of the workers, who waited patiently at the side with a mop, diana decides it a gentle shake of the shoulder was necessary.

" Any longer and you won't have much of anything else left to drink."

          fury burned through her, hot and molten like superheated glass. it was a raging inferno that had already blazed through the swathe of forest behind her, pixie and fae bodies strewn along her path and her claws dripping with sparkling, inhuman blood. her lips found themselves curled back from her teeth, a low hiss ghosting past the fangs that had threatened all those that had stood in the way of her wrathful exodus. she paced, now, the fire that had consumed drolta finally beginning to simmer in the face of all the blood she had spilled.

     and then, just like that, she sighed and let her head tip back, dark-sclera'ed eyes fixing on the dusky sky that peeked through the sprawling branches above her. the fury still licked at her, yes, but drolta allowed it to cede to the sharp thinking that would be needed to escape from this place and return to her mistress. return to where she needed to be, instead of this human cesspool.

     and, speaking of...

"So, are one of these scheduled shows yours, or are you just a visitor?"

Rixian's hands are tucked into his pockets as he looks up at the theatre that had drawn his eye in Archimedes. It strikes him as a little funny that the last time he was in a space like this, he had been turned into a panther.

Weird times.

Rather than trot across the city streets, Mister Blue is galloping over them! With the wind at his back, the wingless horse seems to defy gravity as his hooves strike against thin air.

The horse and the rider come in for a landing, safe and sound on Will's front yard. Mister Blue carries saddlebags with Maria's belongings, and Maria dismounts and takes the weight off his back.

"Howdy, Will." Maria tips her hat at the man, like nothing unusual happened just now, though her wry grin may give away her intention to show off to him.

1.) What brings you the most joy in your life and why?

"Fooling people. Nah, I'm kidding - I enjoy finding new things. Adventure really does suit me better than staying in one place."

5.) What is the quality that you use the most to deal with conflict in your life?

"My charming good looks and my ability to outrun basically anything." He grins as he splays his hands wide, in a ta-da motion. "If you can't talk your way out of a situation, then it's time to kill your way out."

asked by @allhesaid, @lanshiang, and @guidingstarmira !

Do you value self expression or comfort more and why?

Broken Butterfly Deep Dive

☽┆☾ What is the quality that you use the most to deal with conflict in your life?

"I would guess, in a strange way, my inexperience in things?"

"For I am not sure what else I have quality wise that would help for such things. I am no good in combat, even if I have vast memories to rely upon for how to move, tactics I've seen and so on, I do not excel in them yet. And because of it, I do not have some of the instant responses souls have, which is and isn't a good thing, I have found out. However, it does lead me to being open in many ways on how to go about things, because there isn't anything set in stone one may say."

☽┆☾ Is there something you've always wanted to do? What is it? Why do you want to do it? Will you?

"This.. May be a very silly thing to have as a want, but, I really do think I would enjoy dancing with someone. I have started to learn ballet on my own, but since that is something I can do on my own, it doesn't have the same feeling I wish for. I enjoy being close to souls, because I was never able to before like this. And while I know memories can be made other ways, there's something... 'Magical' as souls phrase it, to me, I haven't been able to pinpoint the why yet. Although, no, the comfort of others is something I value more than my own wants."

fiyero's foot taps against the pavement as he waits.

it's been long enough. distance has never been what helped him the most. silence quite definitely never did. fiyero is an open being, prefers putting the cutlery and a meal on the made table and talking it all out. so that's what he's doing here, waiting in front of willem's home.

he has a bottle of whiskey, the cheap kind, in his right hand. when the door opens he wiggles it to call attention to it, giving willem a long and thoughtful gaze before actually speaking up.

the sloshing of the alcohol against the glass speaks volumes before his voice ever pipes up.

' if you let me in and talk to me about what happened, i'll share. '

it's an easy trade. he's done it plenty of times, like sharing a bottle of wine with astarion and chatting about their pains. a small price to pay.