#lorebounds

🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog

@b1oodburned - your aesthetics are always top notch <3. Just like your character!

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

@deathblossomed - I couldn't remember if I mentioned you before, which goes to show how amazing I think your characterization must be. I haven't found a post on my blog, so here is another call out lol

💻 ― excellent writing

@quietlyblooms - your writing is peak, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Send ‘🌷’ to hear my muse talk about their mother, or a mother figure.

Send ‘🌸’ to hear my muse’s mother or mother-figure talk about the muse.

"From what I remember about my mother, Floriana, was that she was as strong as a mountain and nearly as immovable as one, too. All of the other dragonskins in our little flock looked to her as a leader. And she was so tall, too, like a sturdy evergreen. Beautiful and everlasting. My favorite thing was being scooped up into her arms. I felt...safe."

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@lorebounds

Non-verbal prompts || Accepting! @lorebounds

She's not one to neglect her surroundings in a fight, she knows better than that, after all, she's tough as hell sure, but a good knock to the head could send her reeling all the same. She's built for speed and occasional bursts of power, but her strategy in a fight is to overwhelm someone with a flurry of blows or to hit them hard enough that they go down in one hit. Not that she'd ever admit it, but she loves a good fight. So, she reflexively whirls around when she feels herself being yanked backwards, fist already cocked back before it stops just an inch from the stranger's...chest?

Christ, this guy's built like a brick shithouse. Feel like I'd hurt my damn hand punching him.

She thinks about thanking them, but her would be attacker seems to have stopped in his tracks, bad move on his part. Tomoko rushes forward, catching him with a lariat and tackling him to the ground, before she slams his head against the concrete. He's out like a light, and she hops back to her feet, watching as the crowd disperses, the fight over.

"Fuck! Tha' was my last goddamn cigarette 'nd this bastard made me drop it!"

Now she's going to be without her precious nicotine until she gets another pack and she's about an hour out from home. She groans in annoyance, shaking her head, turning back around to face her unexpected savior.

Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.

         ❝   ―   ANSWERED   :   @lorebounds   ,   "you look like you just saw a ghost." // Cyrus

               eyes comparable to saucers, aoife was petrified for only a few moments as her mind tried to sync up with her body.  hell, she doesn't even know what the noise that had come from her had been : something between a bark and a yelp, practically.  had her dog been anywhere near, he would have been quick to respond.  she's glad that he had wandered back to the farm, however  --  as was the norm for arfhur.    ❝  i, er  ..  yeah  ..  something like that.  ❞    she swallows and tries to steady the thrumming heartbeat in her ears as she looks up at him.  it wasn't that he had just startled her, but his height alone had scared her briefly  --  at least in the dead of night when it felt as if life itself were at a standstill, only the distant symphony of crickets, frogs, and owls heard in the distance.  had she seen him from a distance, she would have possibly assumed him to be a bear with his impressive size.    

❝  i thought that most people had gone back to their homes.  you just caught me off guard ; that's all.  ❞    she couldn't have someone thinking that she was like some animal that was skittish at just the sight of another person.   ❝  i'm sure you get this a lot, but  ..  you're pretty damn tall.  what the hell are you, some kind of bear-person ?  ❞

there had never been any intention on letting someone get close to her; not when there was something as pressing as not being able to fully trust that her mind and body would remain hers. and yet somehow, despite what could have been seen as an almost contentious beginning, she finds herself gravitating towards him more and more as their time travelling together goes on.

little, fleeting glances have grown into longer glances ---- longing glances; a self - imposed test on learning how to be brave enough to keep his eye once she has it, accidentally or otherwise. ( even while she's aware of the physical change it brings; freckles now set on a pink backdrop instead of her usually pale skin. even while knowing he'll be able to see it too. ) how could it possibly be that the same person who'd been trained to kill from a relatively early age; who's bested entire camps of goblins and the like, was once completely intimidated at the thought of letting herself be seen while looking herself?

tonight she's let herself get caught; she makes no effort to hide the fact her attention isn't on the rest of their friends, or the fire in front of them that grants her the warm light that allows her to look in the first place. perhaps it's the result of a full - belly and ( at least in theory ) a restful night that has her projecting her intentions so easily; or maybe it's simply knowing if she looks long enough ...

❝ i wish you wouldn't look at me like that. when you look at me like that i...it makes me wanna do things i shouldn't. ❞

he'll look right back.

it's only then she turns her attention to the thin twig she's been holding, picking idly at the bark and only allowing cyrus to see the smirk that settles on her face ( or the way the point of her tooth sinks into her lip briefly before giving way ) in profile. "you make it awfully difficult not to look, you know," she murmurs softly over the crackle of sap popping as she snaps a piece off the branch and tosses it towards the pyre. not that she needs to say it out loud ----- they both know it's the truth.

( and really, he's been just as guilty in being able to conjure up all kinds of moods from her with a simple look. turnabout's fair play. )

"but tell me, what sort of things, exactly?" she cants her head back in his direction, keen on tucking the point of her chin into her shoulder. looking innocent in the moment feels like a bit of a stretch ------- she's a good actor when she needs to be, but not that good. instead she's happy to take on the role of an enabler, and curious to a fault, just as she always is. "because, depending on those things you think you shouldn't, perhaps you should."

Ask when Zez last slept -Accepting!!