#tornscale

He jolts up instinctively at the touch, only to immediately relax once he see's who it is and what she's doing. He turns his body just enough to give her a quick peck on the forehead. "Yes yes, I know. They make my features all the more dashing, right?" He teased, sticking his tongue out from between his fangs.

Her features light up, as they always did when he looked at her. How long they had been together - a team - and so long she had wished to do just this: Tracing her fingers delicately across the scars that marked his body. The difference in texture was notable, and she wondered what the stories surrounding them were like.

Lisanna: "I would wait until after All Saint's Wake before taking them. Kinda part of the whole celebration and stuff."

For Rachel: Never have I ever lied to get out of work

"I usually hold the meetings so I don't fall asleep during them. I know a few Trainers who have though."

Rachel reaches for her shot glass and downs it, earning a glare from Lear. "Whaaat? Is that a surprise to you? I don't like doing work that requires me to wake up before dawn. I'm normally training with Umbreon suuuuper late. I dun wanna wake up before the sun is. Nuh-uh!"

Parting is such sweet Sorrow.

The saying had its merits, its truths. Knowing that they were to be parted for some time absolutely destroyed her. Each day without him brought a new kind of wound that no healing magicks could mend. Leaving an ache in her chest, and making her long to see him.

That was where the sweetness resided - the sheer, overwhelming joy when she laid eyes on him again. Without a single word, Melody turned on her heel - damn near tripping over herself - and sprinted in his direction.

🌿👀

She had planned this and it was obvious, with the way she couldn’t hide her smile.

Melody approached Tal from behind, and she was dressed for a.. special occasion. A low cut dress accented her features and gave a wonderful view of the necklace she wore: A silver chain, and rather than a pendant, there was... a sprig of mistletoe tied there, just by her collarbone.

Here, I’ll start the bath for you. (Tal to Melody)

It’s a common feeling when one’s been breaking fevers all through the night. “I desperately need a bath.” She’d stated, her voice groggy when she awoke late into the morning. Poor thing had been suffering a cold these last couple days, and it was a slow recovery even with rest.