#primaltethered

     “Hah! I see! Very well then, challenge accepted! Har, you will speak when I’m done with you, now have at thee!”

And so the king was prepared to compete in the other’s little ordeal, still oblivious to who the figure truly was. 

please dont tell belial

Dude I totes won’t, I don’t wanna like...get roped into a threesome of death here. I want to live.

     “Hah...so you are here, Danchou. Meeting like this must be fate...can’t you tell? If he’s not here...I’ll make do with fighting you! I have to test my strength against you after seeing how you fought in that tournament!”

A smile will show on his face upon seeing the captain. 

The scene was set. A dark room, with no lights whatsoever, a stage just barely visible in the darkness. A faint spotlight came on, illuminating the inkling rapper standing center stage, microphone in her hand. She began to sing-- not rap, but truly sing.

And, despite the fact that this was indeed a dream, Pearl felt horror in her heart as the same glass-shatteringly terrible sound came from her throat as always. No! No, this was her one chance, and she was blowing it-!

She threw her microphone to the floor in a fit, watching as it quite literally erupted into flames in front of her. Like with her other dreams so far, she had no questions about it yet, simply growling as if she was just angry, not confused like she should of been.

The hug would ease enough to let the other breathe, but the king was laughing in his usual jolly manner, his features relaxing slowly--he’d been tense, but now that one he trusted, the one he chose to travel with, was here...things felt right once again. Finally releasing Gran from the embrace, Nezah would ruffle the other’s hair, grinning from ear to ear. 

A wide flash of a grin--a bright smile at a familiar face. Someone he knew, so he would definitely say it. 

     “Man, I'm so lucky to find you.

Feel like I need to rap out my feelin's out true.

Maybe it's soppy, but what the hey.

A man's gotta say what a man's gotta say.

To the cap'n of cap'ns, the best of my friends,

From the bottom of my heart, hope our broship never ends. 

Laugh it up. 

Bottoms up. 

Always gonna back you up.” 

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♢ = reading them a story .

“You say this is real, isn’t it? A world that seems so fantastic…” Astrals, primal beasts – it seemed so strange and weird. A place where reality is so wide in colour and life. Miki was listening to it clearly and while her wide-eyed curiosity remained hidden, a spark of hope appeared in her heart. She believed in his words, what was written in the book. 

Despite coming for a slightly normal world, what she saw back then was real.