#proditeur

﹙ ✷ ﹚𖥨 ´  random text message prompts for @proditeur

[ to regulus dupois, at 23:17 ] : you are so cruelly unfair

[ to regulus dupois, at 23:17 ] : i won’t lie to you, i don’t want to

[ to regulus dupois, at 23:18 ] : my words have no malice, that i feel my skin shiver by the absence of you in bed is simply my reality

❛ you weren’t listening to me. it’s like your mind is somewhere else. ❜

❝ sorry, it's just . . . i've got a lot on my mind right now. ❞

he has enough of a mind to look apologetic, but it's clear that his mind is still elsewhere. on oa, the guardians' authority, the corps that he helped rebuild but still seemed far too few for galaxies that needed them, and all the threats that seemed to have a personal vendetta against earth and the lanterns who protected it. he wishes his worries were just confined to that of a mundane life once more, but that was hardly anymore of a help. an absentee father whom he didn't care to meet again, though at the same time, wanting so dearly to have a father figure in his life. this commission he had to get done just so he could pay his bills . . . shaking his head as free from his thoughts as he can, kyle turns his full attention to @proditeur, hazel hues remarkably more tired than they usually are. though stress may not break indomitable will, it sure did tire him out.

❝ run that by me one more time ? ❞

✦  HE'S SURE HE'S BEING TEASED,  but there's a profound disgust attached to the word seaweed that makes his beautiful face pull into a grimace. he thinks, ew, and his traitorous parietal lobe conjures phantom sensations to torment him with — being drooled on by a stranger, yuck, stepping into something soggy and viscous while wearing socks, yuck, the thrilling SPLAT! of a seagull high-speed shitting in a spot he had just vacated — fucking yuck! all this, for the somatic horror of kelp on his foot. teddy has suffered most bastardly throughout his life, clearly.

“and the whole world wonders about your inner machinations,” he says, still wearing an expression of terminal distaste, “you know i die waiting for these nuggets of your darkest fears,” then, before it can sting dupois' high and taut pride: “no, i would not love you if you were seaweed, because you would not get turned into seaweed in the first place. you're too smart for that.”

i think you would be very pretty in blue.

❝ you think so ? it is rather pretty. ❞

though regulus was obviously not talking about the shirt. dick pays no mind to @proditeur's words though, his gaze instead lingering on the silk between his fingers. it was so soft, luxurious, certainly the most expensive and high quality thing he's ever held. he rubs the fabric between his fingers, trying to understand why regulus would gift him something so nice. not that money was an issue for him, but all of his little errands runs and cooking for him hardly constituted something like this. or perhaps it was as simple as dick thinking he didn't deserve something as nice as this. or anything, really. he keeps that to himself though, holding the fabric closer to him. after a life of beiges and browns, maybe blue was his color after all.

❝ thank you, regulus. this is . . . the best gift i've ever recieved. ❞

get to know aqssaaaaaa !!

YES. YES. YES. YES.

YES.

most of time i place adella aboveshore or not super perisiy to accommodate for the fact that most characters aren't water maids/folk but... it really doesn't give me full opportunity to show you every side of her that much. that's why i made a whole regency verse for ppl to fully be able to live in the undersea world and interact with weird creatures and fancy things !! pls interact with my worrrrrld. and you reallyyyy don't have to overthink it. you know ponyo? when, at the end, all the humans were able to be under the sea for a bit bc they were in a bubble? and there was grass and everything -- they just got to float around ?? it rly is that easssyyyyyyy. pls pls pls write me in that verse and be open to non-human settings !! i can take the reigns and drive it before you get comfy i don't mind !! i'll expand on this more in other ways in similar asks but LET ADELLA BE FERALLLLL. LET HER BE A CREATURAAAA. let's go under seaaa or the feywilds or listen to her sing you know ??? more truly embracing the water fantasy of it all plsss.

       a  frown  formed  between  her  eyebrows  at  that  statement. he  came  to  win? 

       the  guy  standing  in  front  of  anna  marie  seemed  to  be  even  cockier  than  he  looked,  expression  cold  and  aloof.  the  sun  was  setting,  throwing  a  shadow  on  the  stranger’s  face.  not  dark  enough,  however,  to  hide  his  prominent  features.  it  wasn’t  rare  for  anna  marie  to  get  irritated  by  such  blatant  arrogance,  neither  was  it  rare  for  her  to  face  such  conceit  either.  but  something  about  this  one  in  particular  just  vexed  her  more  than  usual.