Dec 2, 2019
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@moonfayth ❤ this for a line-starter - max:8
≾ .⋅ ✥ ⋅. ≿ ⸺ ⊰ ❝ This is the path you have decided? ❞
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“Yuna, you’re a good friend, but right now you’re being a complete wuss.” This wasn’t a situation where they needed to be dithering in. They needed a decision and quickly. If Yuna wasn’t going to make one, Brother was going to be doing it for them and Paine wasn’t overly fond of Brother’s ideas half the time. “Are we going to go back to this place or not?” Apparently, it had been one of the places that Yuna and Rikku had visited on the former’s pilgrimage. Dark, full of stronger monsters and practically abandoned, it sounded like the perfect place to find a few new spheres. Or at least a few gadgets or pieces of treasure.
But for whatever reason, Yuna had gone quiet and had only spoken a few words when asked. They’d had to search long and hard for the place on the map though, so it was worth checking out at least. Rikku had shed a few bits of light on what had happened there. They had both wondered if it was still standing. “Yuna?” She asked, her voice a lot softer this time.
@moonfayth — — — starter !
❝ Not to sound ignorant or anythin’, but what does the big stick thing do ? ❞
⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆sharpshooters amid the snowstorm. ❪ winter themed starter call ! ❫
EVERGREEN TREES had long forsaken their NAMESAKE amid the mid-morning snowfall, hooded huntsmen FROSTIER than the glade they occupied. Sheathed within the THICKET, the god of death lay in WAITING: motley hues honed on the wraith-like RANGERS, arrows nocked and drawn. What was their TARGET? None other than barrels of HAY, varnished with rings of RED. The inhabitants of this WOODLAND VILLAGE had decided to host an ARCHERY COMPETITION in fest of the WINTER SEASON: the winner to CLAIM a hefty monetary reward.
In the grand scheme of his MISSION, Yozora couldn’t care less about COIN. Yet with idle observation, came not only chronic boredom... but INTRIGUE. Wading through the subpar MARKSMEN, slapdash and casual in their AIM, emerged a NEW CHALLENGER. A young woman, harlequin ATTIRE a burst of colour amongst her monochromatic competitors. Interestingly ENOUGH, the stranger did not appear to be NATIVE to this medieval realm: boasting TWIN PISTOLS and a heterochromia similar to his OWN.
The CYBORG continued to observe the SCENE, brow curling as the host PERMITTED the stranger to use her HANDGUNS. No soon later, did his KINDLING of intrigue metamorphose into a COMPETITIVE ZEAL, locking his celestial crossbow and ROOTING himself wordlessly beside the ODD-EYED WOMAN.
❛ Our final competitors! ❜ The host announced, young peasants scrambling to CLEAR the misfired arrows from the PREVIOUS CONTESTANTS. What better way to SATIATE both his curiosity and his boredom, than to INVESTIGATE at point-blank? Yozora RAISED his crossbow, peeking a GLANCE towards the mystery beside him. PERHAPS at the end of it all, he will finally FIND OUT why the girl was so FAR from HOME.
❪ @moonfayth ❫
weight is suddenly shifted onto tippy toes in order to gain enough leverage to gently place a large crown of colorful blossoms ‘pon his head ; roses, small sunflowers, a lily and various wildflowers have been specifically picked just for him. is she proud of her work? of course she is! this is why she now stands in front of him, with petite hands folded together and a bright smile ‘pon rosen lips. ❀
the sudden placement of something upon his dome came as a surprise. it takes a moment before brows quirk, replacing his shock with a look of mirth etched into his expression allowing his toothy smilepulls further at his lips. growing ever brighter to it’s peak
❝thank you very much!! though I have to say, they’re the second beautiful thing i seen all day. ❞ laughter escapes his lips as a show of good fun. ❝could this be the beginning of A budding romance perhaps? ❞ a kittenish smile follows, allowing a single digit to be brought to the far of her nose.
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smooches his cheekie !!!!
KISSES FROM A FLOWER | @moonfayth
‘ This… Certainly ain’t the kind of payment I was EXPECTIN’… ’ But it’s not something he’s going to decline! Just… Give him a moment to process this. Totally ignore the bright pink blush spreading across his cheeks and the finger coming up to lightly scratch his nose. ‘ Y’can… Gimme A CALL OR SOMETHIN’ if ya need help with anythin’ again, aight? ’
gently smooches her cheekie !
@moonfayth / ❋ / new year’s smooches!! / ❋ / ACC.
Tiny is the kiss of a fairy but oh, it feels like a blessing for the year to come, immediately eliciting a smile and causing red to bloom just beneath peachy cheeks. Hands outstretch to let the other stand on gloved fingers. ❝ Thank you so much, Yuna. ❞
Weight is slowly shifted on her tippy toes as she tentatively stands on them, doing her best in order to gently place a large flower crown ‘pon soft locks ; the silken and large petals of the daisies, carnations and gladioli look perfect on him, breathing metaphor of the many colors that burn bright within his own heart in spite of the darkness all around him, which instantaneously forces her lips to curl into a quite satisfied simper. ✿
♦ you take my hand in your hand; from you the flowers grow ♦
A pause--- the boy blinking once, twice, taken aback by the offer carried in her delicate digits. Then lips curled in an amused grin, frame bending to assist her motions; smile only growing wider when expertly intertwined blossoms were placed upon the crown of his wild chocolate locks.
Such a beautiful, simple thing it was. Flowers, and playful laughter, and time spent with a warmth in their hearts that no thought of a looming catastrophe could take away--- they may have been lambs, children raised for slaughter, but that only made the light of wonder shine brighter in their irises every time they found one more thing worth protecting amidst the chaos. ( martyrdom wasn’t as beautiful, nor simple, yet how they both believed it would help preserve things that were, for others to come )
❝ Thank you! ❞ Hands tentatively reached to brush against silky petals, adjusting the crown more securely on his head. ❝ I will cherish this. ❞