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The farm wasn’t far from the city she was staying in. Not close enough for it to be viable for her to commute daily, but on weekends... on weekends it would be fine. She would have to balance her school and homework schedule carefully to make sure she didn’t need the weekends for too much school work, but that was something she would have to do with any job. And this would be something she loved!... More importantly, it would be something familiar.

That sense of familiarity had long since vanished from her life, no matter how often she had been told that she would just ‘get used’ to living so far from home.

The bus stop was about a quarter of a mile from the farm house. It wasn’t that bad of a walk and gave Malon plenty of time to look around and take in the scenery. As she got closer, an intense wave of homesickness started to curl in her gut with such force that she couldn’t help but pause, giving herself a few moments to let it pass. 

This was fine. This would be fine. 

Stepping up to the front door, she fidgeted a moment before reaching out to knock. Once, twice--

@mnrltwn ↪ UNPROMPTED.

               “Is over-abundance really such a terrible thing for someone in your line of work...?”  The wizard watches her with an unchanging expression, the only hint of emotion in his features being the subtle raise of his brow as he tries to decipher the state of her own countenance. Odd. He’d figure having too much of one thing would be useful for a farmer.

               Whatever his misconceptions of what her job must be, however, there’s no denying that he’s clearly caught by surprise as her attention shifts over to him. The offer of is one he’s rather lukewarm on  —  he doesn’t hate sweet potatoes, but he has no strong feelings towards them, either. It’s just the fact she’s offering in the first place.  “I... why?”  Baffled, his carefully guarded expression slips, blinking at her owlishly in confusion.  “I have no interest in material things, so you gain nothing from giving them to me.”

@mnrltwn​ asked :  "You should've tucked your shoe laces in," Claire mused, stepping around her hens as they prodded at Shouto's shoes. She had a cardboard tray against one hip, carefully picking eggs up from where they had been laid. "They don't bite. They're just curious," she promised, looking back at them as one of the hens tugged at Shouto's laces.

LIPS THRILL at the sight of the wildlife finding joy at pecking on the aglets of faded red converse, yet not a single gesture is made to sway the flock away. Despite seeming miffed ( or rather, whatever emotion the way his mien remained unmoved could convey ), Todoroki found serenity at their presence. EVERYTHING FELT ALIVE -- a TESTIMONY to the WORLD that blossomed no matter how remote it may be from the modern, contemporary society. Quite sobering -- the thought. To believe that life wasn't meant to be raced through was a luxury he didn't possess; to live to expectations meant no room to breathe. This was the break he needed, that was clear to him. Even if he wasn't here on BREAK.

KNEES bend, lowering the peppermint boy. Almost instinctively, a hand swerves to carress the hen, yet the moment he gestures, a sharp 'BA--CAHK' echoes through the field && the little birdie absconds without a moment of hesitation.

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does your muse believe in soulmates?

I think he’s a little too jaded for the idea of it.

He’s seen too many bad relationships/familial fighting to really think there’s anyone magically meant for anyone else. Just people who happen to be more compatible than others. And even then, circumstances can strain even the most healthy and strong of bonds. He knows nothing can ever be perfect, which is what the notion of ‘soulmates’ suggests in his opinion.

Finding someone is one thing. Making things work with them is another. Relying on the fantasy notion of someone destined for you without issue is just setting yourself up for unrealistic expectations and inevitable failure. Nothing is pre-ordained. Life is too chaotic for something like that.

Popuri was devastated. Crushed. Heartbroken. Tears streaked down her cheeks, eyes red, nose runny, as she hurried down the road, past the blacksmith’s and into Claire’s farm. Claire would understand! 

She found the unsuspecting farmer already outside and hurried to her, tripping for only a moment over her long, flowing skirt but catching herself just in time. 

@mnrltwn​ asked: i love how deep your characters are and how much love you've obviously put into all of their pages. you've taken a lot of static/flat ones and spun them around for the better and i'm really happy i re-found you when i started claire again!! c:

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There was something about his presence that was just calming. Both to animals and to people. Link had long since accepted that and had even embraced it; it was why, despite his love for music, pursuing any career playing guitar had taken a backseat to a far more realistic one of... making minimum wage as a vet assistant. 

Well. At least he got to play with cute animals all day long.

There was no way for him to afford a car, so riding the bus to and from work was the way to go. Which wasn’t the worst thing in the world; it gave him time to sit and listen to music or... whatever new book he was listening to at the time. Having a girl suddenly slump against him hadn’t been on his list of expected occurrences, though, and he found himself freezing in place.

“...” There wasn’t any way for him to try to gently urge her awake without shaking her. One of the big drawbacks to being mute. And she wasn’t really... bothering anyone, honestly. It just felt a bit creepy? On his part. To let her sleep against him.