#daimondea

sting: do you have any skeletons in your closet ? minerva: you mean literally or figuratively ? sting: honestly, the fact that i have to specify . . .

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sting: am I in trouble ? minerva: take a guess. sting: no ? minerva: take another guess.

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*sting and minerva skipping stones on lake* sting: it’s such a beautiful evening. minerva, whispering: take that you fucking lake

♡ @daimondea

Mary: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Minerva: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

not a summers day — a collapsing castle. a wilting rose. a shattered mirror. such objects were what he could compare her to. beauty lingers among her, but corruption seeks her soul with malicious intent. the inner darkness feeds on her light — crippling the woman she was meant to be. the woman he saw everyday, even beneath the masks.

a thoughtful frown perched upon his lips, eyes grow more fierce. it was as if she tried so hard shun him. baring her fangs when her heart was too afraid. sting was far too stubborn to recoil at words born of insecurity. words born of hurt. he was no stranger to such feelings. the hollow emptiness that engulfs you. the grief with the power to pull the air from your lungs. it was suffocating. agonizing. but above all, it was lonely.

“ maybe ... ” he mutters, words fading as he gathers his thoughts. “ maybe death’s not so bad. if it means killing what only slows you down. ” he says ominously, unsure of exactly what he’s trying to convey. his lips initially moving without regret or clear intention. yet, sting still had a worlds worth of ideas to speak to her. a vast universe of thoughts rotting within him. “ you know what slows me down ? self doubt. ”

the white dragon brings reptilian pupils to find her emerald hues. brows knitting and tensing with each passing moment. his anger turning to determination. a burning need to make her feel. make her react. make her recognize the humanity she carries. he lifts his hand, fingers curling a stray strand of hand behind her ear. “ you can’t possibly be talking about yourself. because when i look at you — i see someone who’s alive. someone with . . . light. ”

❛ i wouldn’t know, ❜  he says, his tone sharp and initially void of emotion. sting urges her to separate herself from her father’s intricately crafted ideals. he knew only vaguely of the weight she bears — the pressure she was under. minerva didn’t open up enough to help him understand. their relationship was only skin deep thus far, so he was led to believe.

his gaze falls to the ground, finding it increasingly difficult to meet her eyes. he wasn’t one to lose his grip often — it was the one thing he held for dear life. as he felt his clenched fists tighten, he senses himself slipping. lips trembling mildly with disdain, he takes a few heavy breaths. ❛ but i — want to know. ❜ 

without a second thought sting extends his lonely hand to grasp hers. he squeezes her palm, dark hues finally lifting to focus upon hers. ❛ i just . . . want you to be honest with me. no more secrets. ❜ 

@daimondea​ said: the cup in her hand is filled with tea — for now — but still the demon tigress did not feel calmed.  “ remind me that it’s too early for wine, “  minerva complained, rubbing her temple and looking at her guildmate.  “ it’s so tempting, with those fools around… “

   Changes  are  always  noted  even  subconsciously  by  the  memory  make  mage  ;  easily  recorded  and  easily  drawn  upon.  The  slightest  shifts  already  alerting  him  to  the  fact  she  is  far  from  relaxed  at  the  present  moment.  But  the  minstrel  does  not  yet  break  his  silence.  Not  till  she  engages  him  does  he  offer  a  gentle  laugh  -  one  of  agreement.

   “  It  is  generally  frowned  upon  at  this  hour  to  indulge  in  drinking  already.  Unless  it  is  with  brunch  ,  at  which  time  10  a.m  is  typically  seen  as  quite  acceptable.  “  Rufus  offers  -  both  reminding  her  as  she  wished  against  it  AND  providing  an  excuse  should  she  wish  to  indulge  after  her  cup  of  tea.  “  Although  I  must  confess  ,  today  even  I  am  tempted.  “  He  adds  ,  reclining  his  head  slightly  with  a  soft  exhale.  “  As  memory  serves  ,  this  clowning  around  is  already  more  than  the  entirety  of  last  week  combined  in  the  few  hours  it  has  been.  “  It  was  shaping  up  to  seem  like  it  was  going  to  be  a  rough  and  long  day.

          A weary Salamander found himself lost in the massive city of Crocus,   after coming here on a mission with just Happy.   He’d been warned about how big the city truly was,   and thought since he’d been here before,   he’d remember how to get around.   Well,   a strong nose doesn’t help when you have absolutely no idea where to go,   now does it  ???

          Slayer found his way to a food stall,   purchasing something quite delectable,   and slumping against a nearby park tree to enjoy his well earned meal.   Before canines could meet bread between claws,   it had disappeared into thin air.   Optics shut tight,   boy hadn’t noticed before the clack of fangs rang out against one another.   Visage pained,   emeralds blew wide to discover what had occurred.   

@daimondea​ said:  “you are encouraging it. really rufus, i expected better of you.”

@daimondea​​​ said:   "oh, rufus. happy birthday." a smile crosses the lady of saber's red lips, as she offered up a wrapped package. within he would find an old book of poetry from bellum, picked up on one of her trips there. "i saw this at an old bookstore and thought of you." // from daimondea~

it’s rufus’s birthday!

   With  theatrical  grace  ,  Rufus  swept  his  hat  off  to  place  it  over  his  chest  as  he  gave  a  slight  bow  of  his  head  accompanied  by  a  cheerful  smile.  “  Thank  you  ,  I  appreciate  it.  “  Another  year  come  and  gone  as  time  continued  to  move  forwards.