#friern

She is sleepy.... and Pomni looks like the perfect napping spot. So plop her head goes... right into her lap. ".....cozy....."

"really?" The tiny jester hadn't remotely expected that, but...

"you're sweet."

The mirrored lotus bracelet twinkled on her wrist, and she inspected it thoroughly in the sunlight. Every chance she got, she would clean it in the rivers (along with the hairpin Mistress Frieren gave her); it never stayed dulled for long. Yet, it sparkled incessantly today, while she washed her belongings, after a dip in the river.

Bankotsu & Frieren

ㅤ███▐ @friern. | ✢ | unprompted. ( always accepting! )

ㅤㅤㅤ〝 H - HEY . . . ! 〞      Of any weary soul’s ability to find a resting place of utmost comfort within the billowy cushioning of soft silken fabrics and pleated ruffles, there can be no doubt. Preserving the title of a great mage must be an unusually taxing burden indeed — or perhaps it was simply a matter of her species requiring more sleep than most ?

ㅤRozalin startles all the same when the sudden weight settles snug into her lap. This flavor of relaxed, close proximity to another person still so foreign that she never quite knows, by instinct, whether to let herself yield to it or  recoil at once. Yet the apparent guilelessness of the gesture steals her impulse to resist and her tongue both, sinking instead into a moment's thoughtful silence ; one hand caught suspended midair, uncertain where to settle.

ㅤ. . . . . . . . . The intimacy of it all aside,

ㅤㅤㅤ〝 Lady Frieren, I do not think this is the ideal location for— 〞

@friern Said: ✏️ :D

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Inuyasha takes off glasses because its been hundreds of years and he's old.

Those are gray hairs, not silver.

"Wow..."

"Haha... what?"

"...You're really fucking blurry."

(Frieren icon made by @friern and used with permission <3 )

❝Have ya allowed time to pass ya by, as more of an observer than a participant?❞ Though Gin perpetually exhibited a languid demeanour, within there would always be thought and intent. For he adored the game entitled ‘life’ and would never have been satisfied with the sedentary or complacent.

❝I dedicate little thought to my own demise beyond the possibility,❞ his smile broadened as he rested his wrists at the hilt of his wakizashi.

❝In a manner of speakin’, I have already died once before when I was of flesh and blood. That which is to follow shall either be an eradication or I shall be condemned to the eternal fires of Perdition.❞ Gin’s residual power could not return to the stream of life among the realms. Thus, the Shinigami of Soul Society would force his power to reside among the flames of hell; an existence which would be a mere phantom of the man.

♕   @friern   :     leans in and CHOMPS ~

although   he   anticipated   such   an   𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍   ,   one   purely   made   by   his   own   doing   ,   he   is   no   glutton   for   pain   .     a   sudden   jolt   runs   through   the   nobleman   when   the   lovely   elf’s   mouth   𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍   𝚒𝚝𝚜   𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑   ,   precious   pearls   sinking   into   the   neck   that   he   had   𝚘𝚑   𝚜𝚘   𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢   𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍   𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎   .     for   a   fraction   of   a   moment   ,   a   dizzying   sensation   washes   over   .     a   normal   person   would   have   felt   pleasure   or   discomfort   ,   yet   neither   was   felt   by   an   entity   such   as   him   .     his   lips   twitch   .

❝   ah   .   ❞

a   second   passes   ,   and   surprise   escapes   foolish   features   .

❝   waaaaaah   ! !   ❞  𝐀𝐍   𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐎𝐅   𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍   mars   jack’s   countenance   ,   arms   flailing   around   helplessly   as   he   whines   and   laughs   and   cries   ,   collapsing   from   where   he   once   knelt   .     ❝   y-y-you   didn’t   nibble   . . . !    why   did   you   bite   ? ?   ❞