#multitudeofmuses

"A basket?”  He stares at him for a moment, but honestly?  Should he be shocked?  “How the fuck do you even manage to get a basket of puppies?”

    He’d been careless in their battle, and while he could beat himself up for that later, their enemy was doing a mighty fine job of doing that for him for the time being.  Taako swayed on his feet slightly, holding his bloodied arm with his opposite hand, the umbrustaff dangling on his thin wrist.  It really pissed him off to get like this; for as much as he ragged on Merle for not being able to heal him whenever he needed, he did end up needing to be healed a whole fucking lot.

   While distracted by his injuries, the static of magic cut through the air and Taako just barely looked up in time to see the ice spears headed for him, a blur of motion taking out his view.  With a loud shout of “no!” and a bolt of pain through his spine, the elf blinked a few times, Magnus’ face by his as he was held to the wall.

   “What-?!”  Taako squirmed a bit in his grasp, though the pain that shot up his arm held him just as still as Magnus did.  As he stopped struggling, he looked to the ground where he’d been, just now registering the large pointed ice pieces sticking out of the bloodied ground where he’d been moments ago.  Taako’s uninjured hand rested on Magnus’ shoulder, squeezing slightly at the sight before looking back at him.  

💋For Applejack.

{{ L }} Not that she had any issue smooching her friends, just didn't expect it to be Rarity.

FRIENDS WHO GET INTO TROUBLE STARTERS. / ACCEPTING.

♕ -  He found himself oddly silent at the subject being brought up. Strength somehow couldn’t lift up muscle and bone in order to express his own line of feelings on the matter. If anything, there was just this emptiness that lingers, aches and itches in a way that can never truly be sated for him. What did serve as a relief in moments like this was seeing how that energy of her’s managed to direct in a way that enabled her to stand onto her own two feet. For a brief moment, part of him couldn’t resist truly smiling at that sentiment. “Not too sure. Compared to a lot of people I’ve really been behind on the technicals of this, I’ve only been wielder for a little over two years.”

That’s not even counting that one of those said years was spent with him sleeping. His body and soul was spliced, redrawn, then inevitably allowing more people to have their chance of life out of all that. Sora could feel the remnants of multiple potentials lingering within his body. In a way it managed to derive entirely from the strength he naturally carries due to those by his side, the connection was intimate, a sense of shared self carried with those who all shared crystalline container of one heart. Not too long after the keybearer found himself deflating from the good natured thoughts at the idea of master.

Should he be angry or should be sad about it at this point?

”It brings some sort of change if I heard correctly. Select secrets you can discover only when ya reach that point. But.. Maya? I don’t think I’m all that interested in that.” So why? The instance he breathed those words a betrayed like sting from his heart panged at the decision made. Sora truly couldn’t tell what enticed such a sullen pang outside of disappointment in himself. Yet as tedious as it is, it compares little to the numbness experienced pertaining to the Mark of Mastery. The prospect of failure holds a burn that he can’t shake himself out of no matter the amount of gusto put behind it.

He feels ashamed.

♕ -  Secured! It was a effortless wave of the hand that allows him to snag the incoming box of pocky from mid air. The material of the box remains firmly clutched into his hand as he brings over closer for him to check out. None the less, her thoughtfulness for his ends left him feeling appreciative for the gesture. “Heard these here were a pretty hot topic today. I mean, dunno why people need a holiday for sweets but--!”

Within seconds the shredding sounds of packaging could be heard in order for the delightful morsels to be revealed to the shining day they settled in. Sora’s stomach was already itching in delight in order to acquire a bigger fill of today’s specialty. As much of a gourmet he come to be with these cooking lessons, nothing in all the worlds could stop that childish need to bask in junk food for, savoring that quick and easy accessibility tied with one hell of a taste to boot. Plucking out one of the chocolate pocky sticks, he expertly twirls it between his fingers before pointing that stick towards her.

   “You wha- OH!!!” The moment Holly Blue realized who she was looking at, the most scandalized look appeared on her face, stuck between horror, offense, and an unwilling sort of...compliance. After all, Holly Blue was updated on current events; Steven- the human- was actually Pink Diamond’s son.... The owner of the Zoo. Which would mean that Pearl...belonged to him?

   Ugh, she doesn’t get this new world order in Era 3! Things were so simple in Era 2... No rebellious Pearls or human-Diamonds. It was all straightforward and not confusing! Order had been lost!!!