#fucine

Fr. Stanislav John Schaller

Priest, diplomat, gardener: a soft-voiced man with a very steady gaze.

Visitor The primary route by which books enter and leave the library. The arrival of a visitor may be cause for a variety of emotions.

Understands Phrygian (As do I).

Understands Cracktrack Understands this primal language well enough to read or teach it.

Understands Fucine Understands this dry language well enough to read or teach it.

Occupant [A Visitor or Soul Element with this aspect can be placed in a Guest Bed, to occupy it for a while.]

Understands Greek (As do I).

Understands Latin (As do I).

Interested in Heart (3) Someone is interested in healing and protection. [The Heart is the principle that continues and preserves.]

Interested in Nectar (3) Someone is interested in the roots of things. [Long ago, some called this principle Blood.]

@fucine​ sent: Noct presents him a frog and a kiss on the cheek.

Now that was a frog! Not that any frog were imperfect. But, this one? Grasping it gently in his hands so it couldn’t yet hop off it was clear to see it was an incredible specimen: A lovely shade of dark green, croaking away with it’s mouth closed.

The kiss wasn’t too bad either. The Shield chose to lean in close, nuzzling his stubbly cheek against the other’s face while he lingered.

                                𝐀  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄’𝐒  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  ,  limbs  feeling  heavier  than  perhaps  they  should  have.  Yet  𝒉𝒆  𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅  𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆  𝒊𝒏  ,  pushing  himself  up  off  the  ground.    Dusty  ,  and  a  little  worse  for  wear  but  𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡  𝑎𝑠  𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ.  Yet  still  --  testing  his  limits.  It  was  𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝐚  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞  that  only  𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅  𝒕𝒐  𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉  𝒉𝒊𝒎  𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓  --  harder  (  𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠  ℎ𝑒  𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑  ℎ𝑒𝑟  𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐  𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑝𝑠  𝑎𝑡  ℎ𝑖𝑚  )  ,  she  rarely  treated  him  like  a  Prince.  Unafraid  to  knock  him  down  a  peg  or  two  if  she  needed  to  and  it  was  that  he  liked.  

                                ❝  Alright  ,  you  win...  again.  ❞

( 1 ) new message :: @fucine​ ::  Shield ; from Shrike “𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙳” 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. // accepting.

                                      𝐈𝐓  𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍  𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐒  could  comprehend.  Having  been  𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅  𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓  behind  Shrike  --  arms  encircling  protectively  around  him.  𝑆𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑠  ,  𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑠  --  something  grinding  and  a  𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐤  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐥.  Whatever  it  was  ,  Noctis  was  perhaps  a  little  grateful  that  he  hadn't  had  to  observe  it.  Mayhaps  he'd  have  to  𝒔𝒆𝒆  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒕,  yet  she'd  defended  him  with  little  thought  to  herself.

                                    He  hadn't  realised  it  at  the  time  but  his  arms  had  𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑  𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑  ℎ𝑒𝑟  ,  seeming  as  though  perhaps  she  was  the  𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞  that  was  keeping  him  𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅  𝒕𝒐  𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚  in  that  place.  A  site  of  𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠  𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠  𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟  --  what  was  this  place  he  had  stumbled  upon  ?  The  𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  were  as  clear  as  day  ,  but  he'd  faced  so  much  worse  (  𝒐𝒓  𝒔𝒐  𝒉𝒆'𝒅  𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕  )  but  the  things  in  this  place  made  the  Daemons  look  like  childs  play.

❝ ────── 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝚃. ❞ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚀𝚄𝙰𝙺𝙴, tears beginning their familiar sting as her lashes flutter in a feeble attempt to keep tears at bay. She couldn't LIE, couldn't deny how much it hurt to know she had been tossed away so easily, but it was the thought of an empty bedside, a blank space where Orion should be in the family portrait ― another broken piece digging into her child's skin...

Lips purse as she quickly gathers the wreath within a trembling hand, quick to peel herself away from the bar before tears could fall and her broken pieces revealed for the world to see.    ❝  Thanks... for clearing that up. I have to go...  ❞    She debates her next few words, the weight of her vowels, the kind of reaction they could stir ―    ❝  ...have to tell the kid her mom isn't coming home.  ❞

Cue Li obnoxiously rolling a new, comfortable-looking rolling-chair in Sasuke’s direction.  For the past few weeks, Li’s noticed Sasuke’s presence around the hospital, following Sakura about, observing procedures, and reading over books and records— All things he had done when he was a medic-in-training (of course, without the medical ninjutsu part from Sakura). And he remembers standing for a lot of it.  A lot.  Never a place to sit— Only a corner to stand in. 

And he didn’t want that for Sasuke. So here he was, gifting the man with a new rolling chair, not even knowing if the man planned to even work in the hospital once his training finished.  But still . . A nice chair would be helpful along the way.

“You do not have your own chair at the hospital.” Li states as he stands up straight and gives the chair a little spin.  “And it is bad to remain on your feet all day.  So, please, accept my gift!” His big, round eyes are on Sasuke.  You’re gonna try it out, right?