#reienne

pre-established relationships ( always accepting! )

bold for things I can definitely see, italics for maybe / uncertain, strike for can't or struggle to see at all.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends ( friends is a stretch but the potential to know each other during childhood is fun 🫶🏼 )  /  work buddies or coworkers ( aylen somehow getting wrapped up with targaryen household schenanigans 👀 )  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies ( less smoking, more "bitching & gossiping together" )  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies ( same as smoking buddies )  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence ( I personally think they could make each other worse )  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure ( NOT IN A GOOD WAY LMAOO )  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic ( would you class aylen as heroic in this verse? )  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

...the polar tang hums quietly. it always does when it's at this depth— the low, constant vibrations of a submarine moving through these dark waters. quiet, unseen, yet still purposeful. and more importantly, undisturbed. just how he likes it.

he'd been moving through the ship with his mind elsewhere, occupied with thoughts of the more pressing events nearing the horizon, no doubt, when he comes across a sight that stops him. ...he hadn't intended to find her. aylen, with their back facing him, engrossed in a matter he can't identify from where he stands at the doorway.

for a moment, law just watches. it's enough time to notice the concentrated set of her shoulders, her absorption in the task she's focused on. and law knows that if aylen is this interested in something, then it's worth knowing for himself. probably.

...and, well. this is his ship. a ship's captain has every right to investigate and go where he pleases, doesn't he? which is why he doesn't bother to knock before he's crossing the distance already. without a word the entire way, even after he stops when he's right behind them. “ … ” (they're well past that stage anyway, he thinks... does he need to?)

a study of stars. ─── @reienne

the late evening chill is still merciless even when the snow had long since ceased to fall. yet we remain knee - deep in streets an hour away from seoul , watching as families , friend groups , and other people rush home to refuge from the chill. it's cold enough that the glacial breeze seeps through the fabric of my coat to snake up my skin , teeth chattering as we trudge along the sidewalk. i shove my hands into my pockets , alleviating the biting frost to save the aching joints of my hands.

a tug on the sleeve from my companion steals my attention away from ahead of us , and aylen wraps a thick woolly scarf around my neck wordlessly , fingers chilled from the frigid current too. it's warm , effective against the cold so the prickling sensation won't prod against the back of my neck , however ...

@reienne : "i'm starting to think you want to keep me here." (:D) / prompt.

❛    ...   is   it   that   obvious?    ❜    rena   admits,    her   laughter   sheepish   in   nature.    she'd   been   leading   them   around   the   unovan   plaza   for   the   better   part   of   half   an   hour   now————————    maybe   longer,    by   now.    at   first,    rena   convinced   herself   that   she'd   been   leading   them   in   circles   to   get   the   best   view   of   everything.    just   one   thing   after   another.    somewhere,    along   the   way,    she'd   stop   giving   a   tour    &    started   showing   them   pieces   of   herself.    &    …    apparently   they'd   notice.

earthy-greens   darted   away   immediately,    seaching   the   plaza   for   something———————    anything,    to   focus   on   besides   the   knowing   look   directed   her   way.    the   polished   stone   beneath   them,    the   pidove   pecking   at   crumbs   nearby.    none   of   it   helps.    the   warmth   creeping   up   her   neck   only   worsens,    as   well.

❝ 'm sorry for walking up to you like this, but . . . do i know you ? ❞

"look at me.  how many fingers am i holding up?"

a gasp of pain is punched out of nightwing as his back slams against the building's wall, body slumping as stars shot across his vision. an unfortunate reminder that he was only human, and even one in peak physical shape wasn't immune to some damage. hearing rings painfully as the fight goes on around him, and eyes pinch close as he wills his vision to stop spinning. his gaze only opens again at the dim sound of @reienne's voice, gaze squinting behind his mask as he tried to listen to their question. it shifts to look at their fingers, the digits swaying and doubling even after he blinked to try and clear his vision.

❝ umm . . . three ? ❞ nothing more than a guess, and that frustrates him. he'd like to get up and return to the fight, but he was beginning to accept that wouldn't be possible. his head comes to rest back against the wall, eyes closing to try and stave off the impending headache.

the scene just can't stop replaying in his mind. like all of their previous media days, the players of MSBY sat at a table lined up with mics, taking all questions from journalists while the cameras got every moment. atsumu does well in this environment, all half-lidded eyes and an easy smile. the next question came aimed at him and he had no problem leaning in to deliver a smooth answer, even tacking on a little joke afterwards.

…it's one thing to get silence in the locker room after saying something funny. those groans or small huffs? yeah, that's uh… just how they all joke around. but it's an entirely other thing to say it into a mic and in front of dozens of cameras and get nothing back. only silence followed by the killing blow: bokuto's elbow jamming hard repeatedly into his side, all too happy to chirp out 'heyyy, tsumtsum! they didn't get it either!'

so… here he is. discarded with an arm thrown over his eyes and his head back against the couch. even in the pitch black of his vision, he can see alllll the notifications from getting @'ed in clips of this public humiliation soon to come. that's the worst thing about it all! “ — ughhh… ” his voice is weak and wounded, “ y'don't get it, aylennn… s'over. it's all over. i can't face ya. ”

“ …hm? oh, you mean this? ” aylen's question pulls him out of his deep thinking on the medallion in his hand. okhema's marketplace may be bustling at its peak, but he doesn't let it interrupt his focus. the smile he gives them is easy and vaguely knowing, turning to hold the piece towards her so she can see. “ i've spent more time than i care to admit reading books on the matter. artifacts and antiquities and the like… it comes in handy when you're trying not to get taken advantage of at the markets. ”

he turns the medallion over, letting the light gleam and highlight the details of the surface. “ the weight, the texture, the color… even the feeling you get when you hold it, if you can believe that, it all plays a part. a good forger can get the looks right, but they often miss what's important. ” a small, sheepish smile comes from the thought of the next utterance, though it's something he believes fully: “ the… soul of it, i suppose you could say. ”

a clearing of his throat then, and his expression shifts into something much more focused. “ look closer, partner. ”

— as if already knowing what he'd find, his thumb nail scrapes gently along the surface, much to the merchant's displeasure. …the color of aged metal, a result only earned through the passage of time, flakes off with ease in greenish-brown specks. “ the patina on this one is only painted on. ”

with a disappointed sigh (and more care than a lazy imitation deserves,) the medallion is placed back down onto the seller's display. the disappointment doesn't linger too long before he smiles at them again, his head tilting towards more stalls along the way. “ come on, we can keep looking. if it's a keepsake you're looking for, then it should be something worth keeping. ”