#tempestforged

steel blades clang together in between swift movements from one to the other / dust plumed beneath their feet with every jolted step. it was a bit unusual for the magistrate to agree to spar with anyone outside of changli, or even general jiyan back in the early days ( when there seemed to be not nearly as much paperwork that required her attention...! ) however, she'd grown quite close to @tempestforged over the many afternoons shared and within traded letters. rarely was she afforded such charming company on these magisterial endeavors, it felt less like an assignment and more like... quality time. something jinhsi so secretly desired with faer, but thought to be too selfish to act on⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ each had far too many responsibilities to prioritize, for the list of duties never ceases in roles as such as theirs⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ not to mention the tension that had been building as long as the day: hours spent under the sun without any such luck when it came to their current task, playful jests exchanged to keep each other's spirits high. what harm would a friendly duel bring, only break up the journey a bit? there was time to kill, after all.

𝚖𝚢  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜  𝚒𝚗,  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑  𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖  𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎’𝚜  𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗  𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛,     “ 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞? ” / ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ ⋆

...perhaps a bit too much! the heat bloomed from her core to her cheeks, features tinted rose. she could feel the scales start to itch as they appeared along her hairline and behind her ears, down the nape of her neck⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ but she wouldn't be caught! and pushed back her blade, the metal sung in perfect harmony as their swords separated. jinhsi took the opportunity to drop down and twist herself into position behind him, back to back. then she leaned against him, chin to her shoulder as she met his eyes: opal to amber.

“ ... i⎯ always enjoy our time together. besting you is an added bonus, however. ”

While the somewhat-mysterious appearance of new slime plushies is fairly appreciated, Tonia is not particularly interested in heeding the latter part of the note right now. There are far more deserving targets for this "peculiar" electro slime to play with.

A certain woman with the shittest taste in anything and the true enemy of all slimes, for example. Dottore is practically a fly in comparison - still annoying, but ultimately nothing.

"I'd consider exploding the doctor if you gave me two of these," Tonia tells the bloomed flower, rolling her eyes. "Who only ever brings one exploding slime for this sorta thing anyway? Think harder, Captain.".

"...yeah. Yeah, it is." Technically, the cerulean Fool was correct in that it was a beautiful day. Not too hot, not too cold, the sun was high in the sky, and there was even a pleasant breeze gently ruffling her hair as if Io was showing affection to the archer. It would have been wonderful to experience.... well, if she wasn't so tired.

Their excursions into Tartarus were becoming more frequent as the next full moon approached and, while she wasn't as bones-deep exhausted as she was when the exploration began? It still took a lot out of her, doubly so since there were no breadcrumbs to lead her closer to what she wanted to know--but Minato didn't need to know about that.

No one needed to know about that not yet.

@tempestforged sent : "They're a ten but... Every time without fail has a list of bank fees ready to hand me whenever we meet" (Capitano) <<Couldn't resist>>

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗠. the regrator is idly clinking a few coins of mora in hand, lulling head to one side to try catch a peek of his face under that mask, ❛ good. perhaps it will motivate you to be more conservative with the weapons you use. awfully expensive to enhance, you know . . . and on that note ― ❜

FATE HAS NOTHING ON US ; WE'LL WRITE OUR OWN DESTINY eden & thrain ( @tempestforged ) // art commission by : titirat gard

​─「エデン」─  " a christmas date ? " there was a hint of surprise in her voice and expression as she quirked a brow at him, leaning her back against the railing and tilting her head a little. CHRISTMAS was something he had told her more than once or twice. a festival, he said. once a year upon his favorite planet to visit. he intrigued her with the concept of celebration and joyful atmosphere from the first time he mentioned it. it just so happened that they were always something coming up whenever they were going to head there.

                though, the word christmas wasn't the only thing that caught her attention. it was also the one after that.

                " i think you get the order a little mixed up here. " she pointed out, though the fact that a fond smile was presented on her expression the whole time spoke enough that this was less a complaint and more of an observation, if you would. " while i'm no expert on the matter, i believe most people would ask their partner out on a date before proposing. "

-> THE CAPTAIN KNEELS, head bowed, with all the respect that a knight can offer to her. Even 500 painfully long years have failed to wipe the chivalry of a man in his position from him. He doubts, in a treacherous part of his mind, that the PRINCESS can remember the face of a COMMANDER that can barely remember his own name, and yet it does not stop him from summoning that ecliptic blade, raising it to her like he had so so many times in the past wordlessly. HE is not the Boughkeeper, but even so he had sworn himself to her, be it in life or death, an oath that even the one labelled OATHBREAKER continues to hold in armoured grasp. "Princess... whatever you command of me, I shall carry out ever willingly."

unprompted. || always accepting

─「荧」─  the sight of the FIRST HARBINGER taking a knee before her brought her back to the time almost long forgotten. the memory of the dark royal hall, with a row of KNIGHTS who pledged their loyalty to the throne of khaenri'ah, and some who had also pledged their fealty towards her. towards THE PRINCESS of a fallen kingdom despite her carrying no blood ties to the family of the royal. she was an OUTLANDER, yet hailed as hope to rule and to save the kingdom forsaken by the gods and heavens above.

                his attire changed from what she could remember, how the sight of that blade told her enough of who it was that knelt before her, once again devoting every bit of his decaying existence to the princess who no longer had a throne. the title was almost mocking, but LUMINE knew he had nothing but loyalty and respect for her. even after five hundred years, his pledge remained unbroken unlike that of the twilight sword. gloved digits reached out, tracing the line of his blade before gently caressing the metallic part of his mask, and tilting his chin up.

                " nikolas. " despite his face being concealed by the mask, she knew who he was, she remembered every detail of the man who stood TALL as the strongest human alive. the commander whose name was almost FORGOTTEN yet rang clear within the abyss princess's mind. " even now, after five hundred years, after the fall of khaenri'ah, without the throne and naught to the title i was given — "