#etheirian

(    🌺    )              FINGERS BRUSH ‘GAINST    their own lips briefly as head cants to the side as a gentle yet sly smile begins to work its way ‘pon the    VIOLET VIERA’S LIPS.

@etheirian​​  --  giving no warning whatsoever, wyatt drapes himself across dahlia's lap. he sighs, deep and exhausted, as he takes one of her hands to idly play with her fingers. wyatt doesn't say anything, simply rests his head right there, cheek pressed just so against her belly.    //    unprompted asks,    always accepting    !  

(    🐇   )        SHE HAD HEARD HIM    before he plopped ‘pon her lap without warning.    while a bit of a surprise,    it was naught an unwelcome one as he found himself draped on her lap.    with one hand occupied a soft smile arrived ‘pon the veena’s lips    ------    her free hand coming to run through his hair.    fingers interlace,    eyes soft as she allows him to idly play ‘fore she can grasp the    EXHAUSTION HE SPORTED.

            ❝       I    -    I’M HERE    my love.   are y    -    you well    ?      ❞           just over a whisper the words spill out past her lips,    clearing her throat as she breathes outward as to not overexert her voice.    she was alright speaking to him in private    ;    trust had been grasped    AND COMFORT REACHED.

HMMMM... not really though Genshin comes close. The issue with genshin is how weird it is. Like, on my multi I have huge swarms of people hard blocked because they go out witch-hunting over shit that doesn't matter. We've also had someone actually have litigation brought against them for stalking/doxxing/harassing someone irl from that rp scene.

My lack of trusting other people, refusing to chase people for attention, shy about talking oocly and being pretty liberal about removing people from my safe space has kept me out of all the toxic weird shit that goes on. Which I think is how people need to be. Being on social media -- even rp -- is about curating your own space to be comfortable.

Upon the tip of an incline sat the xaela, acidic gaze staring across the planes he had always called home. Verdant grass swayed in the gentle winds, warm unlike that of where he had once housed himself... and yet there was no joy in his return.

Khalja breathed a soft sigh, eyes falling to dark gauntlets he tugged idly upon as though to fix an error that was not there, his brows furrowed and mind wandering in a flurry. Displaced. Where would he go? It had only been some years since his leaving and yet he could not help the guilt that gnawed at his chest like rabid beasts.

A sound from behind drew his attention back from the precipice of his own mind, head lifting and turning slightly. Footsteps were heavy but quiet, the pace slow until the figure stopped behind him. Khalja paused before properly turning, half expecting a Dotharl to stand waiting to end one of few who had gotten away... but that was not who he found.

     His nerves, for once, are rather frayed at the thought of the upcoming conversation with Wyatt. The other viera has always been so easy to talk to, after all, yet Allan somehow finds this topic harder to bring up more than others. Still, he cannot delay this any further. The... matters that draw him back to Ishgard cannot be ignored. It is merely... unfortunate that the summons happens when Wyatt is here, away from his adventures, far longer than expected.