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loud & deafening silence / no longer accepting / @melipetals​

“It’s it’s quite alright if you’re tired Lumine, I wouldn’t hold it against you.” Said the young man as he steps forward to face her, the two have been traveling all day together, or mostly it was him accompanying her through Inazuma’s wilderness to aid in her commission. “No one would hold it against you if you did just collapse, from what I’ve heard you’ve been on the search for this missing child for days now without end.”

This was probably something to do with the fact that she too in fact faces something quite similar with her own missing relative, that must have what gave her the emotional drive to push her body further. Had it not been for his sight in Destiny’s waves then he would not have come into contact with her on this day. “We will find him tomorrow, that I’m sure of, but for now let’s get you some rest at the nearest place for camp.”

Eventually he’s managed to win that conversation and actually find them a place to relax where they’ve made camp somewhere quite close to a water source and the campfire was was sizzling quietly. Whilst sitting Sinbad would feel a gently weight press against his chest which caught him off guard before he saw that it was the traveler herself. “Oh, there there Lumine, I have you.” His strong fingers gently strokes her hair.

/oh./

the italicized oh. often seen in romance novels and fanfics. when a character looks at someone, wondering why their chest tightens when they're near, why their heart beats quicken at the slightest touches, why they lose their breathe at the sight of them and suddenly realization dawns on them— oh. they've been in love for a long time now. you are soft and quiet, probably the most overlooked. though when you love, you fall deeply. i'm sure you have a lot of anxieties when it comes to love, and you're more inclined to fall in love with a longtime friend than a stranger. though, your love is pure. and maybe if you have someone in mind, this is your sign to tell them.

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“My lady, did you sleep alright?” He spoke with a smile on his face, he was left slightly unruly. A little sweaty and his breathing was slightly heavy which indicated he had just done a portion of his training alongside his master…more like harder labor which had been commanded by the king. “I’m sorry I couldn’t greet you this morning as per usual but I was issued training far earlier than normal.”

🌠 @melipetals​​.

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ ♥

sender invites receiver to slow dance An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme.

Gentle festival lights are shining around the Chihu Rock plaza, the evening ending with soft music as people are drinking and eating, either on pavilions and stands or listening from the open windows. And just as the festive moods go, people started dancing to the traditional tunes, from relatives to children to couples.

And, as Zhongli was finishing his meal by himself and contemplating the night sky, a hand extended towards his person, and with it a familiar face. In silence, he replied with a smile, wiped his mouth before setting aside the cloth and taking the Traveler’s hand.

 The dragon’s grip chastely slid at the small of the adventurer’s back before rotating their hold on one another’s hand, before he took the lead, swaying gently to the music.

@melipetals​ asked:  [  PUBLIC  BATHROOM  ] for Kazuha

This was..such a shameful idea..NO doubt an idea born from hanging out with either the sailor from another land or Ms Seraphina. Eitherway, it wasn’t like him to deny his beloved anyway so no matter what idea she had or how maddening or risque it was he would follow through with her, she has his consent after all. They sat there within the restaurant having their fill, Kazuha especially eating just what he needed to act as a form of fuel for their future activity within one of the stalls. First Lumine was the one that excused herself and walks towards the restroom where she would count the minutes in her head long enough to deduce when Kazuha would eventually leave his own seat. 

The plan was to wait two measly minutes and after the had come and gone Kazuha removes himself from his seat as well and slowly makes his stroll towards the restrooms, she waited for him at the door where she confirmed the room was empty, she pulls him in and locks the door to occupied as she now prompts their moments of bliss.

How strange it was to feel the brush of fingers through leather; a touch barely there, yet entirely unmistakable. The Traveler could be as tight-lipped and taciturn with him in front of her peers all she liked, but in quieter moments like these--looking down to see the tips of her fingers brushing against the back of his hand--Tartaglia knew.