He's upside down, legs thrown over Akamaru's back where the nindog lays in the grass beside them. He's spent the last ten minutes entirely focused on balancing a stick on the end of his nose, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. The comment from the other shifts that focus, with an immediate and inevitable consequence.

The stick topples and smacks him in the face.

Luckily, Kiba's been hit in the face with worse. As the stick bounces away into the grass, he merely scrunches up his nose and slides his gaze sidelong to where Shikamaru lies - the right way up - next to him.

What is one to do when given the task of a noble death? Elminster's presence had been -- jarring, to say the least. The missive he carried had been even more so. The thought of losing the wizard -- his wizard -- to a supposedly honorable death had yet to leave Serendipity's mind. If the same was asked of him, would he follow through with it?

The sky above is an illusion; a pretty one, mind, but nonexistent. Still, it feels real as he sits under ribbons of lights and sparkling stars. He resists the urge to fill the silence with nonsense -- as he is wont to do -- and is glad that he does.

" You must know that you’re… " Serendipity watches @lunaerising , as Gale, as he winces before continuing. " That you’re very special to me. " There's no need to pry into his mind; when their gazes meet, the tiefling can see nothing but truth in the statement. No illusion, no bullshit. His chest tightens with the confession, his cheeks grow warm.

well, if that wasn't a bruise begging to be poked! jester's actions pause entirely, her momentum skidding to a halt to make all of her ideas flee in favor of overthinking what caleb just didn't say. blinking at the canvas, jester wonders, for a moment, if he did that on purpose. her curiosity knows little bounds, something that the mighty nein was very familiar with. he should know better, her mother's voice starts to say before she blinks again, seeing the painting she likely won't finish today.

"well," she starts, setting the paintbrush in the water with a small clatter, "now i have to know."

     “ ARCHITECT ARCANE ! ”  a voice shouts from across the room where they both have found themselves gathered for...  some sort of function.  he had it written down somewhere,  or maybe his various assistants had,  but he’s already forgotten what it is supposed to be for what it truly is  --  a chance for the elite of avalir to rub elbows and pat themselves on the back.  loquatious cuts through the crowd like glass,  effortlessly saying hello and  yes,  i’ll my office contact you to all that he passes with that charming smile and warmth of tone.

large form still bends down to the other’s level,  waiting a moment before extending a hand outwards,  whether or not the other chose to return the favor was up to him.

“we all good, yeah?”

bruno vc: that which was never fixed cannot be broken. therefore, the variation principle states that the bruno-

“Stop being ominous in my comments.”

@lunaerising​ asked:

what if pepa just ... rests her forehead on her brother's shoulder. " ... tell me about the plot of one of your telenovellas. "

he pauses, blinks at her and then chuckles just a little as he places a hand on her head. just carefully stroking her hair with a soft hm.