#oathofpromises

The Viera was not well.

Actually, that was an exaggeration -- she was fine. But 'beauty day' under Mistress Nashmeira was never as enjoyable as it initially sounded. Sure, the massages, skincare, and hot baths were a wonder on Meiko's otherwise-untaken-care-of body, but there was a price that had to be paid.

The price of having hot wax rip at every patch of hair that wasn't on her head, modesty be damned. She had been doing this for years now and still felt like apologizing when that dead-eyed Au Ri woman they always went to disinterestedly told her to open for business, so to speak. And of course, every time, Meiko would be awkward and apologetic and crack jokes before shuffling off to the baths after tipping very well. She wasn't even sure if she was allowed to give tips! She just did.

At least she hadn't cried in awhile, though. That meant... growth? Something. Although growth was the last thing she wanted right now as she settled into a cold-water bath in the main room. Ranaa, bless her soul, would be following her. Meiko could not imagine how a Miqo'te didn't die from it.

With a tiny whimper, she leaned back against the edge of the tub and let her head fall against it with a heavy, hollow thump. There was a dull pain to it, but she couldn't bother to pay any attention to anything but the relief of cool water on freshly-decimated fields. Although, it would have probably been more relieving if she didn't have this towel on.

She peeked one eye open. There were a few other people in the main room, but they weren't anywhere near the cool baths in the corner and seemed preoccupied. Would anyone notice if...?

Everyone seems to be looking t' wards him now for guidance and each day that expectation grows ever heavier. Otto's questioning looks, Gav's mournful gaze, Charon's expectant stare and Jill━

He sighs, a hand raising to his chest where he can feel the flicker of the Levin's power, a firm reminder that though Cid has passed he is not entirely gone and though Clive had not known the man for that long comparatively, the impact he'd left behind had been lasting indeed. Cid had saved him, helped him back on his feet, given him a true reason to fight past his foolish quest for revenge and with it had become not only a friend but akin to a brother. A mentor. Despite his fears and doubts, he wants to make him proud; ensure his faith is not in vain.

But fuck if he knows where to even start. They've barely even made headway on relocating and Kupka's men seem ever hot on their heels.

He sighs again, gets up from his bed and throwing on a thin shift he sets off towards the one person that always seems to calm both the turmoil in his head and his heart; whose very presence is akin to a soothing balm much like the ice she wields. Besides, he cannot help but be worried about her too, knowing she'd felt much the same about Cid as he did. He sees that selfsame grief in her eyes, the selfsame anger. The selfsame pain that carries them through.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snowfall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snowstorm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon the skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow-up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm night's breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.    the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

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Tagging: @oathofpromises (Jill) @herrnarkejaponica @inkribboned (Heisenberg) @ofvalyriansteel @xrealmofmanymusesx (Hades)

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Okay to start off, Lia is genuinely always such a pleasure to talk to and plot with! I always enjoy the way they portray their muses all together, and I especially love Lia's portrayal of Goro SO MUCH, especially after catching up with p5r. I think the way she portrays Goro is so fitting and I love reading her replies when they pop up my dash! Also to add on, her portrayal of Roxas is just genuinely super cool as well! Lia is such a talented writer and I'm glad to have met her!

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@oathofpromises​ sent night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . -Claire 

Leon is no stranger to nightmares. Not in the least. However, they became more frequent this time of year. October is a rough month for him, sometimes he gets PTSD flash backs, stuck back in Raccoon City, other times he dissociates. 

This time, it is nightmares, it is PTSD - it is the sound of screams and the smell of rotting and burning flesh. When he wakes up with a startled gasp, he almost forgets where is for a moment. Like he’s stuck in that awful place before Claire’s voice hits his ears and he comes back to reality.

@oathofpromises​ said: Kairi takes the chance and ends up borrowing Riku’s jacket. It seems she managed grab it while the other was training. It didn’t look like she wanted give it back quite yet.

“If you want your jacket back you’ll have say the magic word” stated the Princess, as she playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

     So focused was he that he hadn’t even realized when she’d taken his jacket, the article of clothing having been folded NEATLY aside and entirely forgotten up until he had finished. Sweat was wiped from his brow with the back of his hand, attention turning to his childhood friend with a vague look of confusion at the sight to greet him       What was she...

     “Oh really?” He drawled, single brow rising in humor before his gaze went SKYWARD in mock-thinking, one arm folding across his chest as the over perched its elbow upon the wrist. Thumb and finger poised at his chin, he made a show of thinking hard on the supposed ‘magic word’. “Let’s see here... is it ‘please’? ‘Kairi is the best’? Maybe ‘Kairi rules’?” Came the list of guesses as he SLOWLY approached, but by the end of it, Riku was almost beaming, unable to suppress his amusement for long.

     A hand found its way to her head, fingers gingerly brushing rosy locks with open affection. Kairi’s antics were a surefire way to humor him, and for that, he was GRATEFUL. Sora and Kairi both had always been the perfect counterbalance to Riku’s otherwise serious, more intense nature when left ALONE to his own devices. With them, at the very least, he could feel himself lighten up considerably.

     “Keep it.” The silveret murmured through a WARM smile, a breath of laughter escaping him as he made a point to ruffle her fringe a little extra dramatically. “I’m in no rush to get it back.” At least, not when it involved her. Perhaps it had been any other person, he would have asked for it back sooner. 

     Riku didn’t mind sharing, when it came to his nearest, and DEAREST friends.

Even now there was more and more important people they had to ensure were okay. Life was situating the cards of actions into their hand and in Sora’s heart, he instinctively knew that to reach out with all he had was the best bet. Twilight Town just happened to be the important starting destination for the growing laundry list of task to make good on. Thankfully he wasn’t alone on such a venture, in fact, the particular company is exactly why that smiley disposition seemed so hard to rub off his face as they paced along the neatly bricked streets. An endless stir of sunset shine drifts over this city that’s gradually gained a semblance of peace.

“Man, it feels like it’s been so long since I last been here! Bright orange skies, the familiar shop faces.. and actually, a lot more people then I remember.” Sora notes curiously to the princess that’s joining him on this venture.

They both had long roads if they were to prepare the strength they’d need for the incoming war.

”Guess that means the Nobodies aren’t out here being as much trouble as they use to be. Their definitely should be some clues here about Roxas and Namine.. Does your heart feel anything while seeing this place too?” He asks, shifting a curious glance to the girl by his side.