#irewindrising

Send in ‘Abandoned Mask’ to meet a muse I’ve had in the past that I no longer roleplay.

“…Augustine, my friend. Will you not reconsider my proposal?”

Team Flare’s operations have been going quite smoothly as of late, and yet a part of him cannot help but imagine what more they could do with his friend by his side. Augustine Sycamore is (despite his surprisingly low self-esteem) a brilliant man, and Lysandre has no doubt that having him work for Lysandre Labs would benefit them both immensely. For one thing, Augustine is the foremost expert on Mega Evolution; for another, his opinions on Lysandre’s research and hypotheses are always fascinating, and having him close (well, closer) at hand would be very much welcomed. On Augustine’s end, having a steady, abundant source of funding to enable him to work on all the Mega Evolution projects his heart desires…well, what more could a scientist want?

Except it seems like he could want something else indeed, because still he will not relent. Lysandre has no interest in forcing the issue; some are chosen and some are not, and though it is regrettable that his friend will not be among the chosen (yet), perhaps one day…perhaps one day, he will join them and assist Lysandre in fulfilling his calling of working towards a more beautiful world. A world free of all the filth choking the life from it now, free of suffering, of waste, free of all the disgusting people taking and taking without regard for anyone but themselves…

“…Very well. I can see that you are quite firm in your choice. I can understand why you want to hold onto a position you’ve worked so hard for–a position you well deserve, never forget that. Still, if you ever reconsider, my doors will always be open to you.”

Augustine smiles and bobs his head as always, thanking Lysandre profusely even as he sways slightly where he stands. And now that Lysandre is looking more closely at him–those bags under his eyes are rather more pronounced than usual, aren’t they? He sighs, massaging his temple, and spins them both back around.

“And please, Augustine–remember to consume more than just coffee before you make your way back to work. I have told you countless times that caffeinated drinks do not constitute a meal…here, let me fetch you something from the café. No payment necessary–consider it my incentive for you to start looking towards a balanced diet.”

@irewindrising

Rate Me - Intimidation | closed cause it’s fehken old

I don’t like this boldness--

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    Though the war against the Empire was always out of a sense of duty to strive towards what was right, the weight of what must be done only fully comes to fruition at the Liberation Army’s victory. Under the banner of war, they were forces traveling. Under the banner of peace, the hub that holds them together has been disbanded and they all have their own corners of Jugdral to attend or return to.

After years in Isaach, Iuchar knows that Neir tethers him to Grannvale-- that that is where he must go towards now. That much had been obvious from the moment he had defected. However, House Velthomer may be a situation less clear to see, one that allows a bit more freedom, and the great knight can’t help but be curious as to how one of its heirs shall take that. He approaches, tearing his gaze away from the castle where Sir Seliph awaits and instead pays his full attention towards Arthur.

Send in ‘Abandoned Mask’ to meet a muse I’ve had in the past that I no longer roleplay.

“Hey, Sagani. Does your fox bite?”

The dwarvern ranger sighed and looked at the curious fighter, the grizzled follower of Eothas beaming at her wary companion. “Yes.”

“Can I pet him anyway?”

Sagani shrugged, a vague look of amusement crossing her face as the blonde reached down with hand already outstretched. “It’s your hand.”

“I’m gonna pet ‘im.”

“How’s the hand?” The Warden asked him dryly. Eder looked up from the bandage he was wrapping around his hand, holding it up and making a face at it while Sagani snickered behind him. 

“Turning purple. I think I’m gonna have to cut it off.”

“I warned you not to pet him.” Sagani chided. Eder turned on a dime, stamping his foot and gesturing towards the smug-looking fox hiding behind his mistress’ leg. 

“If I’m not supposed to pet him, then why is he so soft?”

      ⇉

                 Azelle has about half a second to prepare himself before his kid barrels into him.  He can’t be mad in the slightest – Arthur is grinning and happy, which would be a fine enough birthday present with the… Card.   Card??  That’s purportedly what it is, but all Azelle sees is a thin cut of solid glitter…  

                 Arthur is almost just as covered.  Azelle’s clothes will be too.  He loves his son, but how did he manage that??

                 ❝ Thank you!! ❞ he says, voice devoid of any cue that Azelle might find his current position less than pleasant.  ❝ Let’s see… ❞

                 One arm is wrapped around Arthur in a loose hug.  His other hand gently plucks the card from Arthur’s hand, and opens it.  It’s a little… damp from paste.  His thumb sticks to the inside. 

                 Even if it’s completely covered in glitter and glue, it’s a very cute card, almost as cute as the one who gave it to him.  Azelle refolds the card and pulls Arthur into a tighter hug, using his non-glued hand to ruffle Arthur’s sparkling hair.

                 ❝ I love it!!  I love you, too.  How’d you get so sparkly?? ❞ 

reign / @irewindrising

     EVER is a strong word. It holds infinity in it, and to say it with any sense of sincerity means to be making a promise.

Tine’s eyes must be as wide as the moon; she feels and hears herself gasp instinctually at her brother’s words the moment he’s finished saying them. Her fingers draw around her pendant, the one to which her sibling has the match for, as if to channel what bond they have.

After all, she barely knows him— can scarcely remember what life in Silesse was like, but she knows HE remembers. He must if he’s been spending who knows how long looking for a way to find her, find her mother, find a definition of family she didn’t even know was real until they had reunited.

He has always lived with a goal then while she had been meandering from day to day semi-protected in the shadows of important women in her life. His words create a bridge from her to this sense of determination that before now was wavering at best. When he says it, it’s like she can believe she thinks the same despite not knowing her want for it before. It’s not too late. They can be on the same wavelength, even if it took over a decade to link them together by more than the crimson sheen of their mother’s last mementos.