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;; lahabruh is also there , only that you can’t see him bc he’s an ascian and his form is too complicated to be comprehended , sorry .
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DRAW SETI I MISSED THE MEME BUT 🔫
@solvina
;; lahabruh is also there , only that you can’t see him bc he’s an ascian and his form is too complicated to be comprehended , sorry .

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MEME / accepting.
Antheia: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Lahabrea, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Antheia: Antheia: fsh
Antheia: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Lahabrea: Lahabrea: Antheia, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Antheia: *Sips coffee from bowl*
@solvina asked : 📜 ascian shenanigans ( incorrect quotes // selectively accepting ).
emet-selch & azem .
Emet-Selch, tending to Azem's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Azem: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.
lahabrea & azem .
Lahabrea: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Azem: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Lahabrea: No! Four to five seconds! Azem: Too late!!!
shoves 30 ft amaurot emet in here (:
had the gods themselves decided to descend upon her, she imagined it would have been something akin to this moment, akin to this feeling of dread spinning inside of her churning stomach, but when she peers up at his towering form built to reach mountain peaks, she glares at him as if she knows naught else. ahri has had enough. it only gets worse from here, it seems.
this is just ridiculous. he easily engulfs many of the trees of those forests of memory, and she imagines he could glance upon a rooftop casually.
ahri falls onto the ground and lowers her back. she’s giving up.
closing her eyes, she wonders if he could even hear her from such a height. a literal giant walking amongst mankind, and she thought she’d seen it all with the primals that haunt their world.
“ very funny, ” ahri mutters, keeping her eyes closed. “ this is just a dream, and i’ll open my eyes and i’ll wake up, and then you’ll be gone, too. you’re the manifestation of my nightmares of everyone around becoming huge. ”
‘ tomorrow , when i wake up , i promise , i will be better . ’ / pspspsps seti kor pspspspspsps
𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 // always accepting | @solvina
❝Please, Kor, tomorrow I will be better!❞
She did not like the déjà vu — the reflection, the repetition — silver wasn’t red, but that didn’t mean her words didn’t pierce and bleed her all the same. That her expression did not reflect that self-same desperate naiveite and want to make things right in the world.
( tell her that you’re sorry. tell her that it’s alright; that you’re equally the one to blame. tell her that you’re not as angry as you seem, you just want to protect her, and you can’t bear to see anything happen to her. tell her that you’re all but bark and growl and not a lot of teeth. tell her about your sister, kor. how you failed her. beg her not to take your words at face value. you cannot bear lose someone else. )
There was an ache in her jaw that threatened to cramp her teeth together, each desperate plea swallowed down until they poisoned her insides and made her heart ache. She forced herself to look away, to perceive anything else but the girl who reminded her too much of her sister.
❝Just go to sleep, Seti,❞ she snapped, ❝you’re giving me a headache.❞

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The flower that Azem had placed in his hair did not dare move , as it was perfectly wedged in between those silver and rosy locks that intertwined with each other , making his hair unmanageable in all respects . But one positive trait that came out of it was that his hair was perfect at not dropping the flowers that Azem would have adorned his hair with ! Yes , looking at it under such perspective , he started liking his hair a little more .
As he brushed its petals with two fingers , its delicacy brought a smile to his lips . If he knew how to weave flowers into a wreath , he would make one for Azem , but the truth was that he couldn’t , simply put . He wasn’t good at manual things ... and he didn’t know how to create one , magically speaking . But , from his creative magic , he made a bunch of daisies and jasmines and gathered them into a bouquet , which he handed to Azem with a slight blush across his face . They were not sophisticated flowers , but he had created them with all the affection and adoration he had for Azem .
“ For you ! ” but why would he create a beautiful flower , when it was Azem the most beautiful flower of all ?
@solvina has come forth: “ i don’t always need you to fix everything. i just— sometimes i just want you to listen. ” / @shtola from thancred perhaps
The sorceress tilted her head down slightly at the remark. Her lips, previously curled upwards in a faint smile, slowly relaxed, only to press on one another.
It was a weighted comment for her. Always so focused in solutions, seeking answers to as much as possible was what she strived for. A selfish way of living, perhaps... A demonstration of capability, especially now when part of her was taken away by her own recklessness.
But wasn’t it to also save them...? Him...?
Glazed eyes closed slowly, and she inhaled soundlessly before reopening them, as if using that time to put all the conflicting thoughts aside.
She could not deny his wish, could she? For even if her goal seemed quite one-sided, her reasons couldn’t be more giving. And, as much as she hated admiting that fact, being emotionally present wasn’t her strongest suit.
❝ Very well... ❞ she spoke quietly, her customary sarcastic tone impressively soft.
❝ I’m listening now. ❞
@solvina / [ RELIEF ] - sender gives receiver a relieved hug. / seti @ mahjia
how mundane they must appear to the common folk, these duties done in the shadow of their esteemed Warrior of Light, cast into irrelevancy by grandiose displays of heroism, if taken notice of them at all. but such is the cause and effect of fairytale soldiers placed 'pon pedestals, larger than life until the novelty wears off and reality comes knocking, often with a heavy brick of the many foundations crumbled in their would — be heroes' wake.
j'mahjia vanih is no stranger to any of this. starry — eyed spectator and battle — hardened soldier, a hero forged more by word than deed, for what heroism is there in war ? she has been both, though nowhere near as risen to a glorious heaven nor soaked in quite as thick of an ichor as Hydaelyn’s Chosen. what meager comparison her pain makes in the face of divine delegation, for who could ever hope to reach the height of Gods ? what mortal could ever experience their suffering — their hope and love — and not be scorched from the inside out.
curious ruminations for scholars and philosophers, she is sure. but not for her. j’mahjia is beholden to no God but the Sun itself, and She is not wont to puppeteer Her children any more than call them to bed with Her leave of the sky and call to them in the morn. this miqo’te, who has seen more than she ever desired to, cares not for whom the blade cuts or magic flays. in whose name a soldier bleeds and a father looses his daughter. death comes all the same.
what surprising solace, then, has weary survivor found ‘neath banner of those who follow dear crystal’s champion as though a messiah. and perhaps to some it holds true. reclamation of people and homeland, such is the path of seti’hara, ever treading the river of fate, be she its cause or consequence. a figure of as much radiance as penumbra, neither here nor there and yet both. claws of a feline hidden ‘neath luscious fur, blinding the ignorant with untamed beauty.
and had this great hero’s stablemaster any care for poetry or prose, perhaps she would have found herself in awe like so many others. ( sometimes she still does. more and more often. ) but when she who has slain paragons and traitors alike envelopes fellow miqo’te, shaking tension from bone and marrow, a tired soldier almost lets go of the reins — and attached chocobos — in either hand. amidst soft plumage and covered in blooming scarlet from newly acquired cuts, how mundane it all feels, surrounded by all she loves.
❛ I'm fine, snowflake, ❜ softly, naught but a hum beside feline ear. something inside her calls to reciprocate — they are home, she need not hold their reins any longer. ( and certainly not this tightly. ) tired heart beats against ribcage, demanding to be heard, but for all her sensitive hearing, j’mahjia feigns ignorance. unspoken remains what great comfort it gives to be graced with the warmth of another, to feel a weight roll off both their shoulders ‘pon making contact. subtle is the forward lean of her form — into beloved champion’s embrace — and the tilt of her head to bury betwixt chin and shoulder as most quiet purr vibrates from within her chest.
˗ˋˏ * ✩ EMBRACE MEME / ACCEPTING .