#morteablade

"are you jealous?"

*. ⊹ ✧ — 🙶 No, I don’t even qualify as a ‘ dad ’ in the first place. I see myself of more of the ‘ brother who gets into shenanigans the moment someone averts their eyes ’ type. 🙷

He might’ve or not might’ve not called himself a little shit.

Such a lively planet, Castorice thinks. But... how did I get roped into this job?

Rather than explore what Planarcadia has to offer, Castorice finds herself handing out interestingly shaped balloons to children passing by. According to the owner, it's a promotion for their newly opened restaurant, and Castorice has trouble saying 'no' to those in need. So.. here, she's ended up.

run away.

*. ⊹ ✧ — 🙶 You are wearing the cat ears, whether you like it or not ! 🙷 And he starts giving chase to the poor Stellaron Hunter.

@morteablade — context .

"i hope you like it..." the calm tone was pronounced. the people behind closed the door to offer privacy. the craftsman, a man of few words who is not like yingxing, made an effort to be less awkward. "i made this cake. i hope you like it". he walked to set the food on the table and quickly turned his back when he returned to the door, without making any move to leave. not wanting to force contact, from their recent reconciliation, only two words were spoken in that moment.

"happy birthday."

@morteablade.

truth be told, blade would be correct to be apprehensive about the day, about it’s association to not only dan heng, but to dan feng. the imbibitor lunae’s soul had been written into the stars, into the paths of the moons orbiting the arbour, and because of it, the dragon king’s birthday had always fallen on the same day of the lunar calendar. dan heng’s, dan feng’s, and yubie’s before them. but while their birthdays had been celebrated with parades and nonstop fanfare, dan heng’s had been a day of mourning, an omen. to reconcile with this fact was one hundreds of years in the making.

dan heng’s apprehension around blade was no longer one of resentment, his curiosity about the man no longer revolving around the fact that he had once been yingxing. every chance to speak with him felt like exposure therapy, peeling back layers of mystery that had once shrouded an ever encroaching nightmare. in the last few times they had interacted, the dynamic had been … odd, as if dan heng and his dwindling attempts to push blade away had made him the pursuer instead. he no longer feared this man, had not for a very long time, but there was something that felt … not quite right, about blade fearing interactions with him.

          ‘   was it the trailblazer who told you my favourite flavour is mung bean ?   ’

his tone started harsher, and more accusatory than intended, and even dan heng was left a little startled by it, mirroring blade, trying to curb his own awkwardness.

          ‘   do you … not want to share in the fruits of your labour ?   ’

birthday asks !

Guilt twisted in Dan Heng's breast at the thought of what they were leaving behind, but Mr Yang and Himeko had passed decisive judgment: they had done everything they could, saved as many survivors as they could, but the Voracity was awakening and there was nothing else they could do. Pearl had ushered them towards salvation, and the only solution was to withdraw to Astropolis, behind the protections of the IPC, and strategize from there. They had just emerged from the savage battle against the Demon Lord, and though victory had seemed to have been won, it didn't feel like they had completely.

It reminded him too keenly of Amphoreus, when he had felt the planet and all its life perish in the instant that Irontomb had, a death so profound it had felt like his heart had been torn, pumping and bleeding and raw, from his chest. Amphoreus was coming back, and he could feel the stirrings of life within, as new and tender as it was.

Strangest of all was the faith Ren's presence gave him, that had once been a source of extreme terror and slaughter. Now, the flames he manifested were welcome, not unlike the patron demigod of forging he had become, a synergy felt within the magma and heat that had once been his cradle, his genesis in Amphoreus' newest cycle.

Hesitantly, digits shyly sought and found Ren's hand, taking it briefly and giving it the faintest of squeezes.

⠀⠀──── ✶ their significant height difference has red soles scuffing the floor, half - gloved hands snatching first at @morteablade 's wrists ; then at dark hair as it falls around his face in their sudden kiss . for once, his memory fails him for what he had been saying before this, before his back had met the solidness of the wall behind him . the kiss was a bit volatile, likely from Anaxa's doing . it was all heavy breaths, digging nails into scalp, & it ends as abruptly as it had started with the scholar tearing his head to the side for a breath .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * his hand lashes out quickly, delivering a firm smack to the side of Blade's face for such impulsive, insolent behavior, but as he stares up at the swordsman, his face is quite flushed with red, lips parted as he breathes like a furious little animal .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ you ──── who do you think you are ?! ❜ stumbling over his words, & painfully aware of it .

Send a symbol, get an answer! [Accepting]

☁ for something that make my muse sad

The uncertainty of being the last of their kind in the grand cosmos. Paradigm doesn't like to think on it much, but it does leave them feeling lonely. Even with a piece of the Tetriarch with them, it's quite possible that their attempts at trying to find a footing in this new time might not be possible. It may just be the time for the Almutian people to become extinct. That is why archiving everything about their home at the bare minimum is so important to Paradigm.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * a moment of silence . a very long moment of silence . looking over ( * & unfortunately, up, even just slightly ) at the swordsman . brow furrows, & a sound between a scoff & a laugh leaves his mouth .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ i know i ain't just heard them words come out yer mouth . ❜ turning to face Blade fully ; & a light burn of maligned embarrassment tinges his pierced ears as he realizes to his chagrin, he is in fact slightly shorter .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ say that shit again, g'on . ❜