#m16november

Send a “¬_¬” for some bad advice from my muse!!

Before you consider “would I get arrested for this” or “is this against my moral values”, ask yourself “would my girlfriend kill the other person AND/OR me for doing this?”

Something about his aura suffocated her, at first sight. And she wasn’t sure what it was -- but it felt strangely familiar. Although vaguely so.

She stood there, with her mouth agape -- uncertain if there were words worth speaking with her often bitter tongue. Other than...

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Bookstores were quiet places. Balder loved to read, so one might catch him there often, peeking into anything that seemed interesting. He’d often lose track of time, this way; tracing his hand down the spine of one book became like tracing time from morning to afternoon, afternoon to evening. The sun followed behind him on every word.

And this, this book was exciting -- a human tale of a prince and a pauper, destined to meet, and fated to experience the world through each other’s eyes. Balder smiled as he read on, turning the page with careful, delicate hands...

❝ Within was a comely boy... whose clothing was all of lovely silks and satins, shining with jewels; at his hip a little jeweled sword and dagger; dainty buskins on his feet, with red heels; and on his head a jaunty crimson cap, with drooping plumes fastened with a great sparkling gem... Oh! he was a prince—a prince, a living prince, a real prince—without the shadow of a question; and the prayer of the pauper-boy's heart was answered at last. ❞

Hearing something shuffle in front of him turned Balder’s gaze upward.

Someone else was here, looking through the books. And Balder couldn’t help but notice that, much like him, his face was longer and with a strong jaw, his ears the same shape and size, their eyes a very similar shade of blue, like the northern seas... was this fate? Perhaps, Perhaps not -- but it could be fun, if this man was intrigued.

And oh, what Balder wouldn’t give to be an ordinary human, if only for a day.

“G-Go away...”

Small, careful steps were taken aback in precision as a means of a defense mechanism. Face shadowed over the towering men that cornered her, brows furrowed overwhelmingly at the sight of the threat that loomed over her. For whatever reason she was trailed behind for, it was just as clueless as her naive mindset, comprehension lacking of the scenario. 

Alternis was no stranger to climate shock. Going from the humid airs of Florem to the dry, cold climate of Eternia had been one such experience in his life...but this city was different. The air itself was odd, as if it wasn’t quite...natural. As though the natural magic that should be present in the world...wasn’t. In its place, there were other strange feelings, strange senses of danger from many of the people in this city. The man he was staring down now was one such person. Alternis could feel that, if he wasn’t careful, this man could be a dangerous opponent.

✿ What they think their followers think of them.

I dunno! Most followers in the group probably follow me because I'm in the group, and most of the ones who seem to have taken note of me seem to like me. I get insecure about what people might be silently thinking to themselves, but honestly, I know better than to think that isn't a fairly irrational assumption on my part -- I'm entirely certain there are some people who disagree with my portrayal but I'm also fairly comfortable saying that they're likely not a majority, despite how I may feel sometimes. But ultimately, I can't speak for someone else's opinion, having not heard it.

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