#flamekeeperbellroc

Send 🌻 for a random dialogue from one of my muses II Accepting

It was dead silent in the castle. When one is upwards of tens of thousands of years old, one finds that a comfortable silence is not only acceptable, but quite pleasant to enjoy with another person-- especially one to whom you are close.

However, Skrael is also not one to keep his unbridled and honest thoughts hidden from Bellroc. As such--

RUBY & BELLROC || @flamekeeperbellroc

Emergency Fluff || @flamekeeperbellroc

The colder season always did leave her stiff and cold, especially after having slept outside. There was a thin layer of glittering frost at the back of her hands and she offered them up, grateful for the familiar warmth.

"Thank you." Claws as delicate as thorns retracted to avoid pricking her old friend. She blinked slowly, owlishly, greedily shifting closer. "There's a part of the forest, still holding on to every leaf... it doesn't want to go to sleep." A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Am I spoiling them?"

Out of the Way AUs - Accepting

Nabooru rubbed her forehead as she recovered from the blast. Had that been a lightning strike??? There wasn't a cloud in the sky, but something had forced the two beings apart, forcefully. She glanced over to Bellroc, blinking through a haze of dust and smoke.

"What the hell... Are you alright over there?" She pushed herself up to her feet, then wavered. She wasn't as well as she thought. Everything felt wrong, and hot, and - Goddess, what was that-

"Vaventa Scadrels!" She yelled, clutching her stomach.

Everything hurt, until in one blast, a ring of fire came dancing up around them.

Folklore Prompts II Accepting

Douxie shoots them a confused look from where he's elbow deep in a soapy bathtub, holding a squirming cat-dragon in both hands. There are suds on his shoulder and in his hair and on his back somehow, and there's a wet mark on his face which just narrowly misses his eyes-- evidence of a pointed attack. He's trying to calculate just how to let go of Archie with one hand in order to reach for the cat shampoo to his left, when they ask their question, and he's left to try not to snicker at his already humiliated familiar.

"Ah, well... this one does like shiny things, and he does breathe fire sometimes, but he's also..." He dodges another splash of water. "Very stubborn!"

Hug Prompts II Accepting II 22. A protective hug

Jim’s eyes went round, feeling warm arms surround him, however slowly, hesitantly. But he was enveloped, overwhelmed by their height and power, and he should have become panicked, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel the necessary fear-- and he allowed the hug without protest. 

Reaching up to wind his arms around them in return-- his hands splayed over the thick armor on their back, which made it impossible for him to completely encircle them in his hold-- Jim tucked his forehead into their chest. 

It had been his own idea to take Nari to the Natural History Museum in New York. In the early hours of the morning in the middle of the week, because there are hardly any visitors at that time. She needed to not be cooped up in their borrowed apartment, and it had seemed like a fab idea.

But there are a thousand places to lurk in there, and as he moves through the Fossil Halls, specifically the one for primitive mammals, he regrets his decision. For one thing he’s already given himself a near heart attack more than once, thinking a skull or another moved in the periphery.

“Can’t you tell me a bit more about the Balance?”

He’d tried again and again to get Nari to tell him more about the situation, but she tended to communicate in riddles - or descriptions so vague that they made sense only to her.

“I mean, if we’re such a bad influence-“ He still counts himself among mortals, having lived among them for his entire life. “Getting rid of us altogether would tip the scales in the opposite direction, wouldn’t it..?” He falters as he looks up at the bones of a Lestodon, and involuntarily shivers at the sight of the hollow face.

How long does he stand there? One minute? Two? When he realises she hasn’t replied his heart skips a beat.

“Nari?”

He turns, trying to catch a flash of green among the bones. But the room is silent, void of the soft sound of small feet - she cut the claws on her toes so that they could comfortably fit into shoes - or her kind voice. It’s not the first time she’s rushed ahead when something caught her attention, but every time it happens he imagines it ages him an entire century.