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listen………………………………………….. LISTEN. *rattles the bars of my cage*  we’re onto something here !!  add in the elven concept of thiramin,  actual soulmates  &  we’ll have transcended into something far greater !!

𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓,   𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄.     absence of understanding from such a juvenile opinion,   as if there is no controlling the downfall of that around them.     it's a special kind of thought process that inspires redemption                                         encourages,   if anything,   an unspoken acknowledgement through a barren spirit.     ❛  how encouraging,   i imagine.  ❜     so this is what reborn humanity is?     a scapegoat to form hope.     𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨,   𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙞 𝙩𝙧𝙮.     they relax into the sound of it.     predetermined crumbling,   ordained by the wordless gods,   and accepted by those who have no idea of their position.     it's almost encouraging.     ❪⠀𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.⠀❫     they sit back and raise their chin.    study the sky through a ceiling with a faint glimmer sitting in the middle of their chest.     ❛  it's a rather carefree look.     to accept things without question.     i suppose i understand.  ❜

“Oh sorry...” Zhou Mi immediately apologized and bended down slightly to make sure the male could reach his head. That was one disadvantage, being so tall himself. “Like this?” He asked while tilting his head slightly. 

Even though they’re both from different countries, and speak a different language other than Korean, Liwei always had a good chemistry and connection towards the other male. They’re both foreigners trying their best to adapt and blend in with the others. They share the same struggles from cultural differences, language barriers. Chaiyo had always been one of his go-to people whenever he needed to break away from  the Korean lifestyle. “When I first got here, I can barely speak Korean and it was so tough. I had to communicate mostly through actions and hand movements.” he nodded and chuckled, adding, “It’s not hard now but I became the butt of Chinese jokes.” he started laughing upon remembering the said jokes. “How’s things working for you?”

LITERALLY HONESTLY SAME. every new piece of information i find out about astarion h its me like a pound of bricks & i have to lie down & contemplate my life choices because he is simultaneously the saddest little meow meow i've ever seen in my entire life & also the worst scrungly bastard i've ever had the misfortunate of looking at. i want to kiss his face 237482349 times but i would also shove him any time he opens his mouth to talk about becoming powerful because he isn't really himself when he hasn't had his Tav Juice Box :/

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 ,   𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 .     it's not that they didn't want to celebrate ,   look on at the others and cheer while thinking of all the things they'd done in the long night .     it's something else .     something different .     it pulls them away so that they could think in peace     ❪⠀𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮⠀❫     and what would have happened if they had ceased their promise and turned their face away from the pale moonlight .     such a cowardly consideration despite being after .     they aren't fit to look at her ,   much less speak to her .     ❛  i wanted to rest .  ❜     it isn't an exceptional lie   /   a half-truth   /   white ,   in all it's confession .     they end up smoothing their hands over their leathered attire ,   playing daintily with the straps before them .     ❛  the last thing i wanted to do was party after all the exhaustion ,   though i suppose i could be convinced to have some wine .   ❜     𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 .     they keep the rest of it to themself and try to wish away the complicated emotions that swell up whenever she's around .     they have a mission ,   a desire ,   a dream                                                              and instead of thinking about it ,   they find themself thinking about her and what all they could be doing if only this war were already over .     it's a feeling like homesickness that engulfs them .     it's funny .     the thought of homesickness without a home .