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Eldigan swallowed, eyes hurriedly checking her face, unsure what to think— “You- you look stunning, Clara, I–” One hand reached out, gently touching her cheek.
The princess he deserved? She’d always been more than he deserved.
“You caught me off guard.”
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”Agreed.” Panne replied, staring through the window at the world outside that was completely gray from the rain. It was even a bit cold, enough to make Panne wish her furr was thicker.
“Not to mention some of the others refuse to even to try training a bit with this weather. Like they would melt with water or something.”
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“How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?”
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◈┊ ❝ OH, hello there. You are... Malakov ? Well, it’s nice to meet yo, and welcome to Askr. Can I get you anything ? ❞
@prodiigious replied to your post “ok but before i start working on my muses page can i just say that...”
( LISTEN........ I WAS SO DISAPPOINTED AS WELL. there is a reason why i try not to choose fcs from bleach lmfao )
LIKE I HAVEN’T EVEN READ THE ENDING BUT I JUST...FROM WHAT I’VE HEARD IT REALLY DOES FEEL LIKE IT WAS DONE OUT OF SPITE
which i mean...i respect k.ubo’s decision to give a middle finger to his publisher or whomever, because from what i’ve heard, working on bleach was so much pressure, but at the same time....he was also giving the middle finger to his fans and characters.
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prodiigious replied to your post “Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you." ( w...”
clara: 'i wish i was joking... ugh.' ( groans of discomfort )
He couldn’t hold back the tremors in his hands and for a second he looked at her with all the civility and restraint of a starving dog being offered a juicy steak. Wiping some of the drool from his mouth, he gave her a reassuring smile.
“My dearest summoner, there’s no need to be pensive! I assure you that I’ll take very good care of you, yes?” He pulled one of her hands into his own and gave her a soft, if not slightly mischievous smile.
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“How... did you do that?” Michalis asked, beaten and covered in bruises. “My strategy was flawless, my army was carefully choosen for battle alone and... you beat me without losing a single soldier. How did you do this? What sorcery did you summon to grand you victory?”
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There was an ugly gash that impugned upon the summoner’s cheek. Leanne only had the chance to garner a cursory glance before a hand rushed to cover it, and yet she still felt startled by its visage. The scar hadn’t looked pleasant, and it seemed to be the cause of Clara’s mounting aggravation. She placed a reassuring hand upon the girl’s shoulder, and she tried to employ a healing galdr to calm her down. Perhaps, a galdr could heal that unsightly scar. She tried to sing, mustering all the power she could in one single cant intended to heal her.
However, she recoiled, for her pure seid magic came into contact with the remnants of dark magic, and the song ended abruptly. A shock ran through Leanne’s body, and then a shudder, and she recoiled.
“What ... what was that? Why is my magic not ...?”
She was speaking in the Ancient Tongue, which would sound like rhythmic, unintelligible hums. Realizing this, Leanne attempted to speak in her broken English.
“I ... I am sorry, I try to help you ... but it worked not. C-Clara ... why that scar? Why is it ... why?”
She was trying to commune why did that scar resist my magic?, but she couldn’t say it. The implications scared her.
