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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*

emet-selch & azem .

Emet-Selch, tending to Azem's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Azem: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

lahabrea & azem .

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.

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.

-ˏˋ ☆ — somft || @solvina

     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 .

@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.  

         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 .