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@drolliic 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑: "Pspspspspspspspsps—" has Aether learnt his lesson? Absolutely not which is why he's trying to pspsps Lyney not so subtly. Who knows, maybe the magician will get something in return for indulging in letting the blond be a carefree gremlin. Like a hug or nuzzles or an incomprehensible yet strangely warm thrill — maybe even a kiss!

𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. for the past few days, aether appears to have made it his personal mission to play into animalistic instincts as some petty scheme to prove [ ... ] what, exactly? lyney's cat-like mannerisms were hardly a secret ─── ears &. tail gave it away instantly to anyone close enough to catch sight of them. it's a pity lyney is so ardently fond of him; perhaps he would save his own dignity if he weren't.

[ ... ] which is to say that he's coming over, pride be damned.

❝ you can just call me normally, you know; no need to go the extra mile for my attention. i'll always have time for you. ❞ he'll always make time, that is. ah [ ... ] being a spontaneous defense attorney in lyney's murder trial truly had been a bonding experience! &. if it had led to feverish kisses in the dark that he still hadn't told his sister about [ ... ] well, he'd cross that bridge when it came to it, &. he's certain lynette probably suspects something anyway. ❝ so, my dearest companion, what can i help you with? ❞

{ Positivity Meme | Accepting }

I'll do all 3 because I need to get my brain thinking more happily right now.

Something good that happened this year:

As of three months ago, I got treated for my POTS and started to actually live my life. I suddenly could go for hikes, cry, laugh, yell without my body trying to kill me for it. I suddenly feel like I can do so much more than I ever got to do before that I think my brain is even a little overwhelmed with the freedom it has gotten.

Something I'm looking forward to:

I am looking forward to going swimming with my partner @wyrmthyme more often. We went swimming together yesterday and it was so unbelievably fun.

I'm gonna change the last one to something I want from the rest of this year:

"Your Majesty?" ah, he hopes that she won't notice the way his voice takes an uncertain undertone "I heard you wished to see me. May I know the reason for such a sudden call...?" part of him wishes somebody else would have come with him. He'd at least feel less like his insides are slowly being frozen if Lyney were by his side. Snezhnaya is such a cold and unforgiving place.

[ one Fatui lil birdie coming right up :3c ]

The room sits in crystalline silence, ice and frost in perfect stillness. For hours and eons, the Tsaritsa could remain seated upon her throne, as unmoving and unfeeling as a statue with her eyes falling closed and her thoughts continuing unheard.

But that is not the true reality of things, not forever, never forever, and so, eventually -

"You have been to Nod-Krai." It is not a question. Her Harbingers had all briefed her on the ongoings of that distant, disputed territory - the trials and tribulations, the beginning and the ending, who and what and where and why and how. "I thus offer my compliments to your efficiency and productivity - for every part has their role to play, and it would appear you have done well in yours."

A pause. It lingers long and heavy - and ends only when the Archon opens her eyes, finally gazing down at the young man before her.

"...And it is from that, that you have met the qualifications."

She rises - slow, careful yet imposing in the movement. "Despite the name, the Fatui are not fools. Ergo, neither are you. You are no doubt aware of what your fellow brother-in-arms is being prepared for in the coming years." The Tsaritsa turns her gaze to the side, idly watching the sights outside through the long row of windows that adorn the hall. "Of the duty—and the capability—to bear the weight of what shall come. The seat of the Fourth."

"Though Arlecchino shall remain for the long foreseeable future - in truth, no future is predictable, and neither must it be destined." She turns back to Illuga, watching him with no clear scrutiny or intent - but watching, nonetheless. "You are among the possibilities submitted to me. And so, your measure must be taken - in every way that this seat warrants."

The air in the room seems to shift with her words - becoming colder and heavier, every breath weighed down with snowflakes and hail crystallizing within the lungs in an instant. Yet, there is no malice to any of this.

No darkness, no emotion, no motives. Just the ice, just the Tsaritsa, approaching as a blizzard in nature would - simply, plainly.

"Child of my hearth. Tell me—" Her voice is quiet, her gaze distant. "What does your tomorrow look like?"

Stares expectantly with her big empty shiny (in the sense that they're like smooth rocks; dark, flat, smooth brain indicator) eyes. @drolliic will address her with the proper respect and decorum (and sense of amusing defeat), yes?

following the dissolution of the order within penacony, sunday had lost a great many things. none of them had even come close to comparing to separating from his twin sister without the reassurance of a guaranteed reunion; not even for a moment. losing robin’s presence at his side had been 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛 ⸻ painful, a wound that continues to ache even long after it has supposedly been healed & left in the not so distant past.

truthfully, a part of him had hoped that they would not cross paths again so he would not have to bear the guilt that lays in his stomach like a lead ball, heavy & sickening. he is the reason for their predicament ⸻ he is the one who had caused her pain.

even now, amongst the overstimulating streets of planarcadia, the halovian recognises her voice in an instant; picks her right out of a crowd.

Unprompted Asks (Tea Party lol) // Accepting! → @drolliic

Fine – can't really complain about this one since he's not disrupting her poor garden. Well, she will complain a little before bringing him a blanket to keep warm.