#ashenvaliant

⚔️ // “yuri. . .”  his  name  flits  past  her  lips  quietly.  though  there  little  sign  of  it  upon  the  SURFACE  ,  she  cannot  help  how  equal  parts  joy  and  concern  twist  her  heart.  “so  you  have  been  torn  from  fódlan  too.”  (would  the  "stars”  leave  her  home  EMPTY  of  every  soul  who  BELONGED  there?)

                              `   there’s nowhere to run from this .   `    

"So, about that date." He said it so casually, an easy grin gracing their lips. "Don't tell me you forgot about it now."

It takes practice and the dedication of a loyalist to truly master the art of self sabotage by acts of social mutilation. Another tack nicks the board. Another unsuccessful date executed by yours truly, matter of fact, blurred and crammed besides several other tacks pressed into the metaphorical cork board — each tack a representation of how many he’s scored today like he was a medalist in scoring skirts and these were his awards, but they were just tacks. They bore no name, no significance, nothing stands out, nothing meant anything to him, and the board kept piling up in tacks, and more tacks, and each time his hand cups a woman’s hip another tack, and each time he spreads his palm underneath her dress another tack—

That smile he wore was always the same. 

                     ❝   well  ,  let’s just say  .  .  .  i’m not really from around here .  ❞

Welcome back to lovely Isola Radiale, Yuri!

You will be housed in CONDO 409!

You will retain everything given during your prior stay.

Enjoy your stay!

they'll both be dropped for you!

     of course, elysia didn’t exactly have a partner at hand, nor did she have any plans to gift the crystal to a special someone. but, that was not enough cause to make her reconsider participating. ever the optimist, she wasted no time in grabbing the first person she found outside the event — a stranger, mind you — and promptly dragged him into the maze. truth be told, she didn’t give the poor boy much of a choice. at least he was being a good sport about it ( and really, wasn’t he the lucky one to be able to experience a fun event by her side? )

     ❝   I thiiiiink we may have possibly taken a wrong turn somewhere.   ❞   with eyebrows knitted together as she tries her best to listen to other participants — a last ditch attempt to discern their location — elysia points to the dead end in front of them. this was becoming a familiar sight at this point in their journey.   ❝   We could always try peeking over the hedge? I can lift you up and put you on my shoulders. That would give us enough height to see clearly!   ❞   

     ❛   don’t suppose you’ve got an inn around here  .  .  .  or is it just my luck ?   ❜