“     any particular reason why you’re here,      or did you simply stop by because you missed me?      ”

               SHE TILTS HER CHIN UP, puffing up her chest the way she’s seen some of the older knights do when they mean to appear more imposing. the effect is, of course, not really helped by the fact she’s still shorter than kaeya despite him already knowing for her, but albedo would say it is the effort that counts. ❛ do you pinky promise? you will, right? ❜ as if already expecting him to agree, she holds out a little gloved hand to him, pinky outstretched. ❛ you gotta, or i won’t tell and you’ll have to find out on your own. ❜ ( it’d likely take him all of five minutes, but what do children do if not play pretend? )

@loreskept​ gets this for jon   !!

‘ hey — no one's gonna get hurt. ’   this isn’t a fact or a promise he can make, yet he still makes it.   victor likes whitney, and while he will never understand his anger, or his history — the attempt is still made.   he tries to be amiable, he tries to be respectful, more civilized than the man who had put himself between whitlock, who was only a stranger, then, and the agents who were about to suffer consequences far worse than agent starling’s raised voice.   if whitlock had chosen to make them hurt, victor wouldn’t have blamed him, but — it was whitney’s first day in starling’s office, and starling liked order.   the last thing victor would’ve wanted was a broken desk and a stack of paperwork to fill out.   since the moment they met, victor’s held nothing but respect for whit, and that certainly doesn’t change now.   ‘ the bar, silver chain — we don’t have to do any of that.   just tell me what you need, and I can make it happen. ’   /   @loreskept .

          ❝         BUT THE DREAMS    that we have    .  .    cannot become a possible reality if we don’t prefer it or try and exist in a world that is ever difficult or    TRYING ACTIVELY    to    END US CONSTANTLY.        ❞        

           ❝         YOU DON’T HAVE    to be alone or cold as long as i breathe.    what can i do to    HOLD YOUR SADNESS,    my love    ??    to help you    BARE THE LOAD    that you endure    ??       ❞        

“     he’s not here.     ”      the sorceress was focused on the boiling potions in front of her,     careful not to leave them unattended for too long,     less she wished for them to explode as they had before.   she looked up,   taking in the sight of the woman,    before looking back to her brew.      “     but you are welcome to stay in my company,    if it pleases you.      ”

submerged,     the triton looked up through dark seas,      where no light dared reach,     and with a quiet voice,     the bass of it echoing through dark waters,     an assurance that would fall on deaf ears.      “      nothing.     you have done nothing wrong, my child.     ”      this is my fault.     the fate you bear,     the fault of it is mine.