#narvvhal

There will be no warning. Only the faint whistle of something moving through the air, too far and too sharp to be heard by anything but the keenest of ears. And even then, it's a brief thing - a mere three seconds of sound.

Before a large lance of ice appears, furiously burrowing down from above the clouds like a very cold, very lethal meteorite - leaving but a few moments before touchdown. As for its likely destination? Right where Ayaks is standing, of course.

Not that his impromptu opponent is all too worried. She doesn't expect anything besides her aim being perfectly accurate - and perfectly dodged. It would be far more worrying if he doesn't dodge such an obvious attack, frankly.

"Hello there," thus the lady greets, taking a moment to pull her hood off as the dust settles. "It has been a while, I believe? If your memory is uncooperative, not to worry - ours was a short, almost insignificant encounter in the distant past... Though, your younger sister may beg to differ." A giggle. "Such a lovely girl, and a lovely protege. She cares much for you - enough to call upon me so."

Freyja smiles, before conducting a light wave of her hand. A wheel of ice and fire immediately blooms into existence behind her, splitting and spinning into a series of smaller but no less dangerous projectiles. "I hear a wonderful occasion is soon to come. Or has it already passed? Time is a strange thing. Regardless, happiness is never a bad thing - and your sister requested that for you.

"So," an almost playful clap of her hands. Lightning crackles in a gradually darkening, storming sky at the same time - almost coincidental, definitely intentional. "I hear you enjoy testing your martial prowess. I would be happy to entertain you in that way."

A pause. "...Of course, it would be far more interesting if I had cause to fight more seriously. Please do your best to force even one of my hands, dear Ayaks."

>:( I don't like sushi Much less voracity sourced

"Well too bad! Since I'm basically your public enemy number 2 or 3 (though I wish I were 1, but from the memories I saw, 1 probably deserves their spot right now) - I'm going to ensure that you remember the depths of my terribleness even more, and make sure my spot in your hit list stays forever marked by—"

@narvvhal:

Can I get haunted by evil strong voracity sushi, I'll take it from the guy

It has been a while since he last got to visit the professor's office, what with the influx of projects to oversee keeping him absurdly busy, and restrained, and just generally away.

But today, he found a space in his schedule to sneak out and drop by, and so he did just that: a little knock and a greeting, flashing his delighted grin and removing his shades to catch a proper view of his favorite busybee scholar.

And then, instead of settling where he probably should, he sneaked past the desk and behind the still seated man, loosely wrapping his arms over his shoulders (enough to allow him room to push him away, if he deemed the action too invasive), and if allowed to do so, he would place soft kisses along his jaw, over his cheek, and up to the corner of his lips, where he indulgently lingered for a couple beats, before retreating to settle his face into the crook of the man's neck, leaning against his back and nuzzling comfortably, taking in the scent of soaps and salts clinging to his skin.

"Mm, exactly what was missing from my days. Just a bit of you." He missed the man dearly, but how does one express that without sounding a little too desperate?

veritas   had   developed   quite   the   proficiency   for   utterly   masking   any   enjoyment   he   derived   from   aventurine's   visits.   while   not   one   to   necessarily   hide   his   feelings,   he   saw   no   reason   to   specifically   express   that   he   was   in   favour   of   those   little   visits,   either.   at   the   end   of   the   day,   he   was   busy,   he   did   work   diligently   and   certainly   preferred   to   be   left   alone   for   the   work   he   conducted,   but   none   of   that   would   bear   any   notable   results   without   the   necessary   breaks   throughout   his   work.   he   was   merely   human,   when   all   was   said   and   done,   and   none   could   hope   to   produce   any   ideal   outcome   to   their   chosen   ventures   without   taking   the   time   to   recuperate   along   the   way.

in   that   sense,   the   gambler's   appearances   forced   his   mind   to   slow   and   to   rest.   like   a   typically   needed   breath   of   fresh   air,   his   company   allowed   the   scholar   to   briefly   set   aside   what   otherwise   clouded   his   thoughts,   allowed   him   to   clean   the   slate   and   to   pick   up   in   a   more   decisive,   orderly   fashion   once   he   would   depart   again.   on   top   of   that,   he   found   that   the   affection   he   offered   did   wonders   to   soothe   whatever   slowly   mounting   frustrations   the   prior   hours   of   the   day   had   introduced.   at   the   end   of   the   day,   though,   the   most   reliable   aspect   was   ratio's   lingering   affection   for   aventurine.   even   with   those   inarguable   upsides   to   his   visits,   he   simply   enjoyed   seeing   him,   and   felt   relieved   that   he   considered   him   enough   of   a   safe   haven   to   seek   him   out   when   he   needed   a   break   for   himself   in   turn.

his   approach   was   permitted,   but   the   doctor's   eyes   remained   on   the   documents   before   him   for   a   little   longer,   the   focus   he   had   been   maintaining   one   that   was   not   so   easily   broken.   only   when   his   arms   wrapped   around   his   shoulders   and   those   little   kisses   came   did   it   falter   ;   his   head   turned   bit   by   bit,   half   ready   for   a   kiss   only   to   feel   his   nose   settling   against   his   neck.   in   its   own   way,   it   was   a   preferred   turn   of   events,   and   had   ratio   soften   ever   so   slightly.   a   small   pause   in   his   work   would   be   fine,   and   re-centring   his   attention   would   be   necessary   either   way.   a   hand   was   lifted   and   a   light   pat   offered   to   one   of   aventurine's,   a   tacit   request   to   be   released   despite   the   comfortable,   soft   little   tingle   his   nose   left   against   his   skin.   ❛    if   you   have   time   to   interrupt   me,   then   you   have   the   time   to   take   a   proper   break,   too,   ❜   he   decided.   ❛    let's   settle   with   a   walk   and   some   food.   ❜

@kushtibokt