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“ ----- a very meek attempt at tightening my collar, tsujimura-kun. ” he quips, autumn brown gaze as chilled as the early spring temperatures outside the window of his office. it’s early morning, foggy, but somehow pleasantly cool. the longer he stares, the colder it feels, threatening to leave metaphorical frostbite around her throat. “ regretfully, i’ve suddenly forgotten how to wield a quill pen. woe is me. ”
@espyrot -- cont.
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the years would have been kind to the monastery, had it not been for the constant ravaging during the start of the war, the absences from within. not unlike the past, yuri comes with the cold sting of a wolf’s bite, so that the hairs on dorothea’s arm may rise. five years of assuming he would be fine, trusting he could outsmart death as he has most nobles. and now here, in the flesh, there’s things he ought to hope for the future, something that moves beyond immediate threats or material goods. a different fulfillment. his dismissals are, though expected, not any less unwelcome.
“ why yes, it is. otherwise, the goddess would have no followers, ” she has long stopped pricking herself with that resentment, but to say it aloud without seteth to disapprove was something she could find delight in. “ you should know, though, i don't mind such a fate, if it means my songs will outlive me. that is . . . should this fantasy of mine come true, ” an opera of outcasts, as she once put it. dorothea turns away, casts her eyes skywards, the moonlight strange in its glow. there's comfort in that plain face gazing towards them, the images she could paint in it.
“ you really don’t have an ideal future that stirs something in you, yurikins ? ” @espyrot + cont.
❝ you know, i've been catching myself smiling more lately. i think that's your fault. ❞ link @ zelda
baldur's gate 3. ♡ * @espyrot.
among the skills zelda could call hers, her divine power (dwindled or not) and scholar affinity were of no use in the strange laboratory kitchens are. she could say, however, that she has learned something from lingering there, and it is the way link typically moves within it as he cooks dinner, his rhythm and ingenuity to make do, as he always seems to. in that regard, her requests were few and far between, as she had taken to mostly resting upon their arrival to hateno— today, however, the weather fared great, and she had even wandered outside to fetch wildflowers for the vase atop the table after she was done setting it.
“...i’d say i’m near recovered to start aiding the people of hyrule again.” she spoke before taking her spoon to taste the last of the creamy stew, pleased and nodding to herself. “i know we ought to resume our travels soon. that being said… i have grown fond of your house, link.” if she stilled, she could hear the stream flowing underneath the bridge that led here, or perhaps it is the rush of blood to her ears when she quietly admits, “it’s been so long since i’ve last been home.” by which she means, someplace that feels like it.
her gaze travels from the flowers to his hands as he signs a response, and suddenly, she felt too aware of her place at the table, the skin of her face. “mine? a-are you sure it’s not the creamy heart soup’s doing? i believe i overheard a woman say it is thought that if one shares it with another person, it will bring them closer,” which is no less incriminating, given it was her first request in quite a while. she stands, suddenly, hip hitting the wood just enough to shake the tableware before she hurried to pile them, “i should get to cleaning these, then! yes, it’s the least i can do for your kindness today,” any more rush in her words and it would have created a new hylian dialect.
boops your nose
i love you. your first mistake was putting your hand in my enclosure
a cup taps his desk, steaming with fresh coffee. it's a meager offering, but she's been told — &, because of the source, tsujimura's inclined to believe it — she makes good coffee. ❛ happy birthday, sakaguchi. don't overwork yourself. ❜
his head went to the side as the cup touched the desk. a smile curled onto his lips; he was touched by this. it was rare he was ever pulled from his work when it came to; food or drink. but it was the words that made him snap out of his work daze; ah of course it was his birthday wasn’t it? he let out a soft chuckle. “thank you.” came out in a mutter; he was not sure what one did on a birthday. the only time he truly celebrated it was with dazai and oda; maybe he could try and do something with tsujimura? she was someone despite his distaste of getting close to people, he was happy to have her in his life and wouldn’t trade what they had for anything.“hm. mizuki, i was wondering if you’d like to something after work?” he wanted to keep it on a personal level, he hoped it wouldn’t be classed as rude. “i think we could both use it; plus i want to thank you for working so hard lately.” ;; @espyrot
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espyrot 「私の大好きな星様」replied to your post: the reasons are too numerous for the ask limit,...
wait hold on i think i have something in my eye ;;;;;;
(/wipes starr’s eyes and holds your hand) I love you very much.
