#weavefate

         :･ﾟ🌪️┇Not so much sad as he had been… pensive. And lonely, perhaps. He should not be — he knows Raiden would not be very happy with the way Fujin has been distracted from his duties. The Water Goddess had stolen his heart… which made things complicated as well, because he also knows his brother has long been smitten with Tui La as well.

     “The fire with-in me burns brighter than ten thousand suns. I believe that enough should be sufficient for the times ahead. No matter what Raiden believes.”

One ( Alias/name ): ashley

Two ( birthday ):  november 19

Three ( zodiac sign ): scorpio

Four ( height ): 5’3

Five ( hobbies ): writing, video games, spirituality, singing, do animals count?

Six ( favorite color ): green

Eight ( last song listened to ): stick up by grandson

Nine ( last show I watched ): fullmetal alchemist brotherhood

Ten ( inspiration for muse ): fairytales, elder scrolls lore, various vampire interpretations and media

Eleven ( meaning being your URL ): just leo’s name with an x lol

Tagged by: @weavefate <3

Jaina looked up from her book to see if she was kidding. Silence filled the space between them and she frowned at the question. “I wish you were not so disarmingly unaware of your prettiness.” Her tone was frank. "You make things easier, helping anyone you allow close to be happy with what they have. There is a calmness to being in your company that I have not found anywhere else and whenever you smile I cannot help but smile with you, even if it’s just on the inside.”

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     He’s just returning from delivering a missive. Basic intel, nothing so drastic or invigorating — the afternoon has proven boring. He hadn’t quite known what he was going to do with the free time and boredom that was threatening to set in.

     The voice draws his attention, brows furrowing as he turns to regard the woman and her inquiry. He scans her quickly, assessing each of her features, scars, and tone of voice, attempting to build a profile first before acknowledging the question.

weavefate // Rosie

Arator was subconsciously aware of the storm approaching but far too engrossed in his book to give it much attention. Even the echo of thunder didn’t pull him away from A Treatise on Strategy. It wasn’t until a clap close enough shook the ground that he pulls his attention away from the book and then found a Rosie wrapped around him.

“Rosie?” He spoke her name softly and could tell, from how she hid, that she was not nearly as relaxed with the loud weather outside as he was. Arator put the book down and effortlessly slid Rosie into his lap and encircled her in his arms. Her face was still hidden and he would let her stay that way until she was comfortable enough to come out.