#dauntingsmite

With a sharp snap of his fingers, Sampo pushed away at his prior offenses, ice no longer rewarding him that satisfying clink. In his own defense, Sampo paid little mind to his drinks, less mind to whether his ice was diluting his soured alcohol -- beer, after all, might be a pleasing palette cleaner.

“Now Sampo gets to play the part of interviewer! Let's see - what's a Silvermane Guard doing drinking in a dingy place like this? - Oh don't give me that face, you know I don't beat around the bush,” before a choice expression could be made, Sampo leant back, turned to face Gepard, crooked smile plastered on his lips. “Hey, can't blame a guy for wondering. Fella like me? Makes sense for me to be here. At this hour's where all the trouble stirs up, where's all the lonely lovebirds come to rethink their life choices. Buy another drink, or settle down with one person for your whole life?”

Drink delivered, Sampo all but giggled at the timing. Seems divine intervention had answered his own unasked, hypothetical questions.

“You, though... doesn't seem right.”

𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .

@dauntingsmite

It was a sudden thing, something that actually made Freyja jump slightly as it managed to just barely startle her.

Oh...The captain was sleeping against her, his head propped precariously on her shoulder. He looked so...soft, much less reserved than he did when he was awake and it warmed her heart just a bit.

Her hand moved slowly as it reached up to gently brush stray strands of hair out of his face, as Freyja knew it could be annoying to sleep with hair tickling one's face.

"Cute..." Freyja mumbled though had to restrain herself from moving her fingers to brush along his cheek, the urge overwhelming enough to prompt her to return to what she had been doing before.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓. A mistake she would not make again. One of the guards knelt beside her in the snow, lifting her off the ground into a sitting position. She was covered in scrapes and bruises and blood soaked her temple where a Fragmentum monster had gotten a good shot at her head. She was lucky. She knew this.

A solo mission to the Snow Plains had ended in an ambush by the Fragmentum. Dan Heng and March would have a lot to say once she returned to the city proper, but for now she had to deal with the concern of the Guards that now took stock of her injuries. The only reason she'd gone alone in the first place was because she had insisted that having March and Dan Heng there would be unnecessary.

I've got this! she'd said, I'll be back before you can even say Jarilo-VI.

She winced, looking past the shoulder of one Silvermane Guard to where Gepard stood close by.

you believe she actually loves you?

Serval had invited her younger brother to a local café to discuss a few matters that were on her mind. It would have been difficult to talk about this situation at their parents' house and her room was shared with the exact same person that was troubling her. Cocolia.

"What are you saying?" The grip on her cup of tea tightened, eyebrows frowning as Gepard asked a sensitive question. With all her heart and body, she wanted to deny, to convince him that they were in love. To show the world that there was still something there between the two of them... but she couldn't. Ever since Cocolia became the Supreme Guardian, she became colder, more distant. They hardly spoke anymore unless it was business.

The crux of the matter, though...

“Geppie. Ge-e-e-e-p-p-ie.”

It's near-affectionate, if not too syrupy-sweet. Fingers once twined now descend upon Gepard's shoulder in a grip, before politely tap-tapping, the gesture you'd give someone not really in welcoming, not really in pity, but an odd mix of both.

“Please don't quit your day job.”

Ability: Ricochet Rizz

HOOO BOY I GOTTA GET A FEW PEBBLES OUT OF MY SHOES ━ @dauntingsmite

      I'm gonna limit myself to two experiences or this post would reach alarming lengths and those are gonna be based on my past experiences in bad fandoms, since rping here has been a DREAM.

      One of my biggest pet peeves is being approached with smut outright, on ANY muse, as a first interaction.

      I am an extremely anxious being and I need a lot of ooc communication to enstabilish a romance, let alone smut, and having our first approach being porn launched at me like a shuriken is going to make me nervous as fuck, not to mention that my muse will probably not reply the way you think they will.

      Also, speaking of pet peeves: if you're not okay with a thing i'm doing, a side of my portrayal for Sampo, something I said oocly or anything else, my IMs are always open for a chat and, no matter if you think a request will be weird, i'll do my best to listen and find a solution that helps both of us.