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Originally from THIS post I was going to YEET myself into peoples inbox for some positivity; due to being sick I wanted to do at least something and the bonus was hopefully making someone smile especially if IRL is kicking their butts in some shape or form. Instead I remembered that VOCAROO existed so I wanted to try make it a little more personal using my recovering voice as that is in better shape than fingers impacted by Neuropathy flare ups are right now.

@visionsofecho : VOCAROO at you! @crimsontwins : VOCAROO at you also! @theshytigergirl : Ayo? VOCAROO to you! @skont : *-yeets VOCAROO to you, rolls away-*

The  small  flutter  of  wings  draws  The  Reignbow's  attention.  Golden  eyes  settle  first  upon  Hallen,  then  upon  the  flower  she  offers  to  The  Hunt.  For  a  moment,  THEY  simply  look  at  it,  silent  and  emotionless  as  ever;  the  vastness  of  distant  stars  hidden  behind  a  mortal  apperance  THEY've  taken in this moment. 

Slowly,  Lan  reaches  out  and  long  fingers  close  around  the  delicate  bloom.

Starlight  gathers  between  the  archer's  knuckles.  Not  bright,  nor  grandiose,  but  a  soft  celestial  glow  threading  through  each  petal.  The  flower  does  not  wither  beneath  divine  touch.  Instead,  it  changes.  Petals  are  reforge  into  polished  jade  and  silver.  The  stem  lengthens,  thins,  and  hardens  into  a  Xianzhou-style  hairpin.  The  tip  is  needle-fine. 

A  decoration  to  the  untrained  eye.

A  blade  to  those  who  would  threaten  its  bearer. 

Lan  studies  the  finished  piece  for  a  brief  moment  before  extending  it  back  toward  Hallen.  This  will  suit  her  better.  If  Harmony's  dove  chooses  to  stray  from  song  and  stand  with  The  Reignbow  Arbiter's  Hunters,  she  should  arm  herself. 

“A  gift.”  The  archer's  voice  is  low,  carrying  all  the  weight  of  a  shooting  star  crossing  an  endless  sky.  A  pause  before  THEY  turn  away  from  Hallen,  gaze  looking  across  the  horizons  and  THEY  return  to  an  idle  pose,  strong arms  crossing  over  THEIR  chest. 

"For  beauty."   Another  short  pause.  "And  necessity."

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⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * ❛ is there some sort of nefarious intent in asking me about the sequence of numbers ? i'm lost . ❜

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * raising head quickly from whatever he had been doing prior, her sudden appearance makes a sort of GUT INSTINCT rise in the Ranger . it's a look that makes that quote Ashveil once said about him resurface : Boothill was friendly, but NOT HARMLESS . & with that split - second gleam in a visible eye, the slight wrinkle of a nose bridge, & the tightening of lips against sharp teeth, it's MORE THAN CLEAR what he had meant by that .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * but that flash of instinct turns swiftly into something LESS INTENSE as he sees who had approached him . the boss' assistant —— he rarely sees her without him nearby, so when Hallen announces that Ashveil is out, he feels a bit thrown off .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ what, ya lose 'im or somethin' ? ❜ speaking 'round the bullet perched precariously betwixt sharp teeth . partially a joke, but he has to wonder exactly why she's coming to him to let him know this . was there something Boothill needed to know ? ❛ i know he's gettin' long in th' tooth, but shit, he ain't got dementia yet . ❜

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss || 4/5

"Thank you for your assistance, Hallen. Your Halovian abilities were a great help to avoiding more confusion amongst the citizens of the Xianzhou Luofu... I also apologize for 'dragging' you into such a situation in the first place ~"

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⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * each day they spend in each other's presence, their bond grows just a bit more muddled . their professionalism melts away, chips at the edges more & more while neither of them deigns to comment on it . a stroke of her hand over his aching back, gathering up dark locks to pull them back over it in a wordless gesture of appreciation & of DEEP RESPECT . holding his arm when his bad leg acts up, wrapping arms around his waist to provide her boss with the stability he not only needs, but has COME TO EXPECT from her .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * even now, as Hallen cautiously throws their work relationship to the side, neither of them DARES to speak it into existence . even as the smaller Halovian slips between the divide of her beloved Ashveil's parted knees, he doesn't shoo her away . this was a particularly rough day —— housing all that ACHE in his body that yearned for retirement, forced to keep running until he was satisfied in his ability to say the job was DONE . it was a long, hard road, but he couldn't go back . couldn't slow down . & Hallen knew this .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * Ashveil doesn't say a word, doesn't disrupt their moment even as she slowly, cautiously plants herself into his lap, seated upon his thigh like a pretty bird . her hands work to soothe the ache of his shoulders, & he is just TOO TIRED to consider just how blurred the lines of a companionship they truly have found themselves in . one where his hands move to slip around the column of Hallen's waist, that slide up over her delicate arms . as his head lulls into the warm scent of her neck, BLOODMOON HUES slipping shut under his long lashes .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * maybe one day they'll confront this . one day they'll call it what it is, & recognize what it is NO LONGER . but right now, he is content to just be . & he is certain that Hallen is content to do exactly the same .

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*-lowkey tags @snaev just in case-*

"My apologies ~ Do you mean Cocoa itself in the original pure state or do you mean Cocoa in it's processed form like chocolate or coffee? To hopefully answer your question. Yes, I have personally cracked open an Cocoa pod myself once or twice but I do enjoy a nice coffee or even hot chocolate on a chilly evening or night and chocolate be white, milk or dark chocolate in most forms be it cubes from a block or baking them into sweet treats like cakes or even cookies."