Sun bathed

Affiliated Linhardt von Hevring from Fire emblem: Three houses NOT SPOILER FREE !!

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thehorseofthezodiac‌:

She had been sitting in the park, absorbing the cover of the book that she had woken up with. Or well, more like glaring down at it. She had no need to learn about healthy coping skills, thank you very much! Rin felt insulted by whatever was being implied by the books title. She crossed one booted foot under her thighs, tensing when she heard footsteps and looked up.

and blinked at what the man was asking. He wanted to take a nap in public over heading home?

It sort of kind of maybe.. reminded her of Haru.

“Why do you want to nap out here? Aren’t you worried about someone trying to.. i dunno, rob you in your sleep or something?”

             ❛ Rob me ? Such a silly concern, as I have nothing to steal. ❜

❥⎹ No money, no expensive jewelry, just his tome that he kept with him at all times and if someone attempted to steal that he could easily just use his magic to fling them away. Though he supposed something worse could happen, as people can be senselessly violent as sometimes ... he wouldn’t want to end up stabbed simply for sleeping somewhere comfortable but what would they get from stabbing little old him ? Just a disappointed glare really... Seeing as he hated violence, especially senseless violence. He has an idea, though not one that he knows will work or not, but it’s worth a go really, as anything can be possible.

            ❛ If you are so worried, you could always keep watch over me, i’m not sure what I could offer you for such a thing, but we could work out a deal. ❜

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halofiied‌:

      it’s tug-of-war  ::  dictated — this way  ,  that way  ,  ( no ! ) this way — wherever voice requisitioned.  ceaselessly  ,  erratically  ,  he advances  ;  leaving supervision in heretical conventionality.  it’s unwise  ,  howbeit only option.  offshoots && thistles collide  /  scrapes accumulating farther in  /  wind’s outcry sends tremor along backside.  he believes there is  SOMETHING  unfavorable beneath column of roses  ;  at the least  ,  incentive to withdraw extinguishes impatience and no time’s wasted where retracing path is concerned.  whoever accompanied him thus far shows every sign of leaving him to fend for himself now———  a commonplace entertainment  ,  if he had to guess.  not that it makes him feel better.

                                                WHUMP  ,  THUD  ,  CRACK  !!

      tripping  ,  crashing  ,  he loses balance straight into bush.  thorns break through flesh  ,  imperfections spreading across skin  ,  propelling body backward and onto dampened grass.  speculating things could have played out far worse  ,  miracle is taken for what it is.  ah——   

      ‘ thud ? ’   blinking once  ,  twice  ,  hands reach out  ,  exploring area with rising unease.  someone else was here ?  had he fallen over them ?   ‘ u-uhm ?  is anyone there ?  if it’s not too much trouble  ,  can you make a sound ?  maybe ?? ’    //  @crestintrigue

❥⎹ To think that thought it was a good idea to throw himself into this rose maze. He thought it was an interesting experiment to see how long it may take him to get through it. To say the last ... it was taking him longer then he would like to admit and he knows if he tries to go back out he will only get himself more lost so he has devoted himself at this point to keep going. He was incredibly focused as he slightly thought of the mental map he has made for himself, he wasn’t even paying attention to the noises in the surrounding, so it was far to late to catch himself when a person came colliding with him, knocking him flat down and on top of him for far to long before they seemed to realize they were on top of him, something he was confused about.

              ❛ I’m right here, under you. ❜ He stated with a side as he blew his bangs up as they had fallen from behind his ears in the fall, he was curious but a bit testy since he has completely gotten himself backwards now, though there was no reason to get snippy at a stranger. ❛ if I stay on ths ground like this any longer I’m going to end up falling asleep ... ❜

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devilbane‌:

@crestintrigue

“… Don’t tell me you’re going to sleep through our reunion, too.”

He sounds exasperated, but only because he’s trying, as he drops to one knee beside his former student and lays a careful hand on his shoulder. How does one remain so enamored with sleep this far into young adulthood?

❥⎹ Koi was warm and the last week has been nice and cloudy, perfect weather to find a nice spot to lean against a tree and nap as he listened to birds tweet. By this point, he had easily tuned out all the sounds of people possibly approaching him, as the sound of people walking would only be disruptive to his sleep, though this time ... a voice was able to snap his eyes wide open and the hand on his shoulder was a sure sign to him that this was nonother then his professor, and the way he spoke to him made his tiredness slip away, at least for now.

               ❛ Professor ! ❜ There was clear happiness in his voice, that was otherwise usually quiet or unreadable, though this time he was excited even. ❛ You should know by now, Sleep is my enemy, I can’t help when it overcomes me ... It’s good to see you though. You are well, right ? ❜

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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vowield‌:

     ❝ oh dear. ❞   observation takes shape  ,  head angled  &  expression even-tempered.  while not the imagined get-together  ,  he cannot fault one’s exhaustion.  smiling  ,  hakama’s shuffle echoes and withers  ,  returning minutes later——   comforter placed upon physique  ,  evened out ‘fore withdrawal.  perhaps some tea  ,  in the meantime.  lunch  ,  too  ,  would be courteous.   ❝ well then , ❞   frying pan positioned  &  budding excitement.   ❝ how does one go about using this ?? ❞

      he’ll figure it out.  probably.  practice makes perfect  ,  after all.   //  @crestintrigue

❥⎹ Linhardt wasn’t sure what it was like to stay with a roommate. He always had his own room and he had no siblings and he never had anyone stay over (well caspar ... but that was when they were much much younger), so it was strange to have this man in the home he was placed in to and have him be his roomate. Even stranger that this many seemed to want to make him a meal but didn’t appear to know how too, was this another spoiled noble ... ? Maybe he shouldn’t talk, he is still a noble himself but he knew how to cook for himself.

              ❛ Are you perhaps saying you do not know how to cook for yourself ? That’s rather unfortunate, how do you fuction on your own ... ? ❜ A bit blunt, to say the least but he looked at the things in front of them both, all of these devices were much more advanced then what he was use too but he could still read a book and figure his way through it that way. ❛ Well, as long as we have a recipe book, we can figure this out I suppose ❜

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bwyleth .......

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faerarael‌:

“Pretty…”

Fingers running through petals and leaves as he walks through one of the park’s miniature gardens, Loki laughs gently to himself. It’s not at all reminiscent of what he’s been used to most of his life–abundant forests flowing with wild flowers and plants as opposed to open fields with purposefully made gardens–but it isn’t bad.

He continues walking about slowly, as if taking every single little detail in… until he notices something that seems out-of-place. Among all the flora, the elf spots a person lying there, and–wait. Wait, are they alright?

“Um,” a bit hesitantly, Loki approaches the figure lying beside the flora, leaning over a bit so he doesn’t tower as much. “Are you… alright? Should I make some medicine? Or is this where you’re supposed to take someone to the ‘doctor’…?”

@crestintrigue

❥⎹ It wasn’t the best day out admittedly, it was somewhat hot outside and there was no breeze so it felt almost sticky outside, but when sleep called to him he couldn’t decline it. So he found the nicest spot of shade he could, next to some nice flowers and curled up without a second thought. He wasn’t sure how long he had even been there, though he didn’t imagine he had slept longer than two hours before he heard someone's voice calling out to him, ah ... he was going to have to get used to being interrupted in this place. Everyone back home knew he slept at strange times and in weird places so they would just leave him alone.

❥⎹ He opened his eyes and quickly adjusted, seeing the figure over him. He stared for a moment before sitting up, yawning once and rubbing his eyes. After a moment he brought his hands up to fix his hair once more as it has became a bit messy from sleeping. He just had to make sure there was no grass in it as well as leaves and make sure it stayed in the bun he had made. Though he should probably answer this person that approached him

              ❛ Completely fine. I was just napping. I don’t need any medicine or this “Doctor”, if I needed any sort of aid I could heal myself ❜ He finally took a good look at the stranger and noticed a few things and tilted his head to the side ❛ Though I must inquire ... who are you, and forgive me if this seems rather rude, but ... what are you ? ❜

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              ❛ Mmm ... I’m feeling rather tired ❜

❥⎹ He mumbled out loud to himself as he looked around quietly, seeing if there was in spots that he could possibly occupy that would be comfortable. He didn’t walk very far before he found a spot that he thought looked comfortable but the problem was there seemed to be someone already preoccupying the area. It wouldn’t hurt to go over and maybe see if they should share the area or if he could simply have the girl move, afterall there was plenty of other places to be.

             ❛ Hello, Miss, Do you mind if I share this spot with you or you possibly move ... ? I want to nap here ❜ This wouldn’t be such a weird request if he wasn’t asking to sleep on the ground, but maybe this lady wouldn’t see it as strange.

Starter call // @thehorseofthezodiac​

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❥⎹ He was feeling well-rested for once, so he was finally doing a complete runaround of the city and it’s various areas, shops, locations and just anything that is worth noting. He had already picked himself up a notepad to start writing out shops and what they sold, areas he liked (and that would be good for napping) and places that might have some sort of ... Lore to them, if he had to think of a way to word it. 

❥⎹ The walk around had also offered many chances to meet the people here and to learn about their homelands since it seemed everyone was from very differing worlds ... if they were familiar to him it seems they were from another world ... it was strange, very strange. 

❥⎹ And now here was an even stranger phenomena. Standing right in front of him was his professor ... or, at least they could almost pass as him, but there was distinct differences. They were shorter, had longer hair and just appeared overall a bit more feminine then the professor he remembered. There was an almost bitter pit in his stomach because of this. Linhardt wasn’t one to even get angry or upset but something about this situation unsettled him deeply.

               ❛ Who ... Who are you ? ❜

Starter call // @feyedbirth

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It’s incredibly early on but I’m always here to write starters so ! Starter call, no cap because I wanna have Fun

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We’ll see the sun

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ofpsychometry‌:

This was all giving him one big headache and he wasn’t near smart enough to understand it. Teaching magic? Being magically inclined? Were there more people with light coming out their fingers walking around? The thought was both kind of amusing and terrifying. “My home? In Korea?” he repeated but then again if the guy was from some sort of weird otherworldly place he might not even know what a Korea was. He then shook his head.

“Nope, I haven’t ever met anyone else– anyone who can do things out of the ordinary.” Surely he couldn’t be the only one, but they were probably few and far between, and in society as it was, it wasn’t something he wanted anyone else to grow up being able to do. Had this guy faced the same fate of being bullied? Of being treated like a freak? Probably not if this was normal where he came from. Ahn realised that even though they were alike in some way, they also didn’t share the same fate and somehow that made him feel lonely.

But if he could open up to anyone at all in this place, perhaps this was his chance? If this guy could do what he claimed and even much more with this magic of his then perhaps Ahn even had a way of practicing his psychometry here as to not disappoint Jaein. He had faith that they were going to be reunited again, somehow, someday, and now that he had got a distraction from his emotions he also felt much calmer. He supposed he should be thankful to the guy for that.

Hesitantly he held out his injured hand. “I’m lee Ahn. Can you really do what you say you can? If so please show me.” It was a giant leap of faith as he wasn’t at all sure what the guy was going to do, but Ahn felt like he needed to take a chance here. If this stranger could really perform healing magic, then he could perhaps even try reading corpses again and start helping the police without having to worry about dying from feeling the pain of another person facing their demise.

❥⎹ Lee Ahn ... ? He certainly did sound from somewhere foreign to Linhardt and he has mentioned “Korea”, a play he has never heard of. So he must be from another world ... There were plenty of other countries in his world beyond fodlan but he knew what they were all called and korea was none of them. It was also starting to make a lot more sense as to why magic would be abnormal to him. It’s a bit of a shame too, though maybe magic wasn’t as powerful in other worlds, or maybe it didn’t exist at all ? Now he was thinking ... Though he would have to save research for later, for now, this man in front of him seemed to want to see the healing be done, and linhardt had no problems with that.

❥⎹ Without even touching him, he just held his hand up and the magic flowed from him to the other, surrounding his hand with the white mist, swirling for a bit before the wounds healed and the pain dissipated in the other. after a moment the white mist completely disappeared and linhardt put the book back into the holder that he had and looked back to the other with a smile.

       ❛ I’m Linhardt von Hevring, and it would seem we are both from very differing places. Hopefully, your hand feels much better now, I would usually be able to close open wounds with ease, so it’s a bit frustrating to worry about possibly not healing a small scratch correctly ❜

❥⎹ He brought a hand up to his chin once more and rested his elbow in the palm of his other hand as he thought for a moment, humming once more as he did so.

      ❛ It makes me wonder though ... If magic doesn’t exist like this in your own world, how would people be healed of ailments ? I suppose we do has medicines in my own world ... herbs for saddness and nervousness, and some savs for when healing would be overkill, but what about people with serious injuries ? ❜

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We’ll see the sun

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ofpsychometry‌:

That sounded fantastical? No, no, no, the whole using magic power to somehow go against nature and rapidly heal a wound sounded even more fantastical. Some part of him was incredibly skeptical, especially with how out of the blue it had been as well (come on, who actually got injured and then just happened to stumble across a guy who knew healing magic?) but he supposed that he had no right to talk. And said guy seemed overly eager to show off; a complete opposite to Ahn himself.

“Wha–?!” he let out in surprise as the light began emitting from the other’s fingers. Now that was a magic trick he hadn’t seem before. For a moment all sentiment towards being upset had dissipated, and he could only focus at the mystery at hand – for it was indeed one such – but no matter how much he tried to study the other’s fingers he couldn’t find a mechanism behind it. Perhaps this guy was the real deal after all.

He stepped backwards again, eyes resting carefully on the guy before him. This was ‘weaker’? Then how could it possibly look if it was of its usual strength? But perhaps it was like how Ahn found himself unable to read objects in this place – perhaps some sort of weird system was in place in order to even the field for everyone… no that sounded too far fetched, like something out of a video game. But then again, which part of this situation was normal?

“How are you doing that?” asked the male only too late realising that it was a stupid question. How did he perform his psychometry? He hadn’t the faintest clue, it was just something that happened. Perhaps it was the same with this guy. Perhaps he too was cursed with unnatural skills. Perhaps Ahn could find himself an ally in this mysterious world. “Wow, mysterious,” he spoke with an acknowledging nod of his head.

❥⎹ Hmmm ... this was truly a thing to behold, a smile stretched across his face in a bit of amusement. He wasn’t one to show off often nor was he one to even bother to show people his magic skills really, as he wasn’t as skilled as some others, but it was interesting to see someone who has never seen such a thing marvel at it as if it was abnormal -- And maybe it was abnormal to the other ... But in Fodlan such a thing is normal, especially in the empire.

      ❛ You see, in my home magic is taught. Not everyone is as magically inclined as others, and some are exceptionally gifted ! I suppose in your home, this is not the case ? ❜ The magic still swirled and swayed at his fingers, almost like a flame would but there was no heat or crackle like a fire.  ❛ This is only my most basic of healing magic as well, Nothing else seems to be strong enough to conjure, even if a spellbook. Though It would easily heal your hand without problem ❜

❥⎹ He’s seen his fair share of self-inflicted injuries, people get mad and punching a wall or throwing something down only for it to end up ricocheting back and hitting them, and then accidents where people accidentally hurt an ally with an arrow shot or just hit them too hard while sparring. While he is sure he wouldn’t be able to magically close an open wound here, a small scratch would be child's play, even with his current magic.

     ❛ There are many things healing magic can do, even powerful enough magic being able to cure diseases but that’s reserved for very high-level mages ... It’s not very mysterious to me, so it’s odd for you to see it in such a way, I’ve never met a person who hasn’t known was magic is ❜

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We’ll see the sun

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ofpsychometry‌:

As truly enough a guy walked up to him, Ahn found himself squinting to behold his figure in the dim night light. Or maybe it was just because the dull pain was still thumping in his fist. At least he hadn’t made a complete mess of himself this time, but he really needed to stop reacting outwards like that. Of course such thoughts weren’t present within his mind at all, and his only focus was on accessing the stranger wearily as he came closer.

Pulling back and cradling the injured hand with the other, he became defensive of his hands. It didn’t really seem like the ideal way to start this new city life; touch someone who was just trying to help him and expose his darkest memories. But that was just how it worked with Ahn, that was the curse he had born for most of his life. “It’s fine,” he insisted although he accidentally ended up gritting his teeth in pain as slim fingers rubbed over torn skin. “It’s just a small scratch, it’ll disappear in no time at all.” Perhaps he was being stubborn, but until he knew how to gauge the people here, it was better to just pass off as normal.

But wait a second. Hadn’t this guy himself said something that was incredibly weird? “Wait a second, did you just say magic?” The kind of magic he knew was the ‘hey, is this your card?’ kind of magic, but the word “healer” made it seem like something entirely different. He wasn’t sure exactly what it meant. “Are you gonna pull a dove out of a hat to make the pain go away?”

❥⎹ Ah, a stubborn type ... It reminded him a bit of felix, though felix more readily accepted healing since it meant he could fight longer (though if a wound was serious enough, healing could only do so much ... and could even cause more harm then good if not used correctly), Linhardt wasn’t to surprised by it, they were strangers after all and for all he knew, the other may have never seen healing magic before.

❥⎹ And it seemed he was right, when the other made some sort of joke about pulling a bird out of a nonexistent hat to heal his pain, what a strange person ... Linhardt put a hand under his own chin and closed his eyes for a moment, humming softly before allowing his arms to follow back to his side and tilt his head at the other.

       ❛ Such an off phrase, I have never heard of such a thing, though I suppose I’d like to see someone pull a bird out of a hat as well, sounds a bit fantastical. ❜ Though he pulled a book from the holder he had around him and flipped through it a bit. He didn’t need any sort of tome usually to cast his magic but in this place, it felt weaker, completely unable to use any sort of offensive magic and his healing magic just felt almost nonexistent.

      ❛ Though I suppose that was a question rather than a statement, No. I don’t even need to be this close truthfully ... Though in his strange world my spells seem weaker, I never had to read a spell out like this to make it work ❜ He was mumbling to himself as he looked to the other, holding up one hand, a soft swirling white light appeared at his fingertips as he showed it to the other  ❛ Have you never seen anything like this ... ? ❜

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We’ll see the sun

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ofpsychometry‌:

@crestintrigue

It would be absolutely ridiculous, Ahn thought, to think of him as homesick, especially after only such a short period of time had passed. It was just that it wasn’t fair. He was finally starting to get his life together again, had nice process with his studies, had a job albeit unofficially, a beautiful girlfriend, a place to call his own. And now all of that was just gone. He had always been one to take adversities in life a bit harder than most people, but considering his circumstances he dared say it was justified. He was finally starting to feel not like a monster but like an actual human being. And he was finally starting to get acknowledged as one as well. Did he have to work for all that again.

Slamming a fist against a brick wall in his frustration, the pain immediately shot out and filled him with regret and disappointment that he hadn’t really changed as much as he would have liked to believe. At this hour of the night there shouldn’t be anyone else out and about, but Ahn heard the hesitant footsteps behind him, announcing a spectator to his pitiful display. 

“Who’s there?”

❥⎹ He was unsure what he was exactly doing out this late. He could be back at his new home, sleeping or researching but sometimes just kept drawing him to take a walk and so he did. It wasn’t a bad time, the stars were pretty in his place and there was a nice quietness in the air. He could easily be lulled into sleep simply standing up with how calm it felt.

❥⎹ Though the calmness was interrupted abruptly, it wasn’t a loud noise that broke it but one that was loud enough to break the silence and catch his attention, allowing him to carefully approach to see what the situation possibly was. He wasn’t as skilled as other soldiers with being quiet and stealthy so he wasn’t too surprised when he was called out to by the person he was investigating. He finally made himself completely seen and looked over the other as well, seeing that his hand seemed to be hurt and after a moment of thinking, he figured it was self-inflicted which is the noise he must have heard.

        ❛ Don’t worry, I was just passing and heard something, I wanted to make sure no was hurt ... ❜ Though the other was hurt a bit so he approached slowly ❛ Your hand ... I assume it hurts, would you like me to fix that ? I’m a healer and it seems my magic still works in this place ❜

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fatecrowned‌:

    MIRACULOUS LANDSCAPE  /  VIBRANT CROWDS——  mechanism for stimulation , stepping-stone towards a pièce de résistance , and he  hadn’t a care in the world .   swept off feet by plaything , no ! , a forewarning !   to be informed mother-ship felt certain of his whereabouts , how sensational , how unequivocally thrilling !   merriment surges , motivation enveloping fingertips as musicality’s genesis trickles from mouth——  write , write , write  /  more , give us more and more !   focused is he , too fixated on paper to become conscious of error  ;  understanding last-minute the reason people  look where they’re walking .   stumbling  &  falling over  (  sleeping  )  pedestrian .   at least , to anyone else , such conclusion would be obvious .

          ‘ DEAD BODY !!!   hey , hey !!  wake up already , you’re just sleeping here ‘cause it’s a nice day !!!   that’s right , right ?!   don’t make me a murderer and get up mister dead body !!! ‘    // @crestintrigue

❥⎹ This place was way too lively for him, so much going on and it was so bright, it made him tired. He couldn’t resist the urge to just curl up and lay in a soft spot, or at least soft for him as he used his blanket he received as a sword of cushion, but he has laid without one before so it wouldn’t have made a difference if he slept on the sidewalk ot the grass, that is until he feels someone stumble over him, a person yelling at him, saying “DEAD BODY !!!” and demanding he wake up so that they aren’t some sort of murderer. Oh, if he was more cheeky he may just stay down to make them believe he was truly dead, but he was just not feeling cheeky enough to cause this stranger to panic over his napping spot so he opened his eyes reluctantly and looked at the other.

       ❛ I am not dead... though I suppose I am a body. And yes you are right, it’s a nice day so I wanted to nap, that is until you stumbled over me. Perhaps this spot is far too lively for a good nap. ❜ A sigh is released as he pulls himself up into a sitting position, his hair falling out of it’s bun a bit and sticking up in a few other places ❛ Since you awoken me, Perhaps you should help me find a new spot to nap, This place is far too lively for my liking ... I want somewhere quite ❜

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sanguiijuela‌:

❝ As long as it’s not Anija, it’s not so bad being watched while you sleep, especially if they let you lay in their lap♪ ❞

He lets out a loud yawn. It’s rare there’d be someone else napping in the open, normally he’d get reprimanded for sleeping in weird spots or sleeping at all, but it was nice there were like-minded around, wherever this place was. The idol would doubt the other guy would stick around after their nap, though it was a shame, almost. Outside of his unit, childhood friend, and club members, Ritsu wanted nothing to do with (other) humans as eyes closed and he drifted back to sleep.

The sun sets, the time for vampires to rise arrives, Ritsu rubbing his eyes and he stretches upwards. ❝ Hmmmn… I was able to wake up feeling well, but I’m hungry…hm?❞ Ah, it seemed the other napper was just stirring awake too. Was he another vampire? it wouldn’t do to ask for blood from another creature of the night.

❝ Yohoo~~ I don’t like imitating Ou-sama’s annoying jokes, but are you really dead…? Us vampires turn to ash in the sun, after all.❞

❥⎹ Anija ... ? That must be some person this other knows ... he’s never heard of them though but linhardt does have to silently agree, sleeping on someone's lap is nice ! He did it with Caspar and his professor a few times and was able to manage to convince Ashe to let him once ... Though ashe didn’t accept again after he slept for so many hours and wouldn’t wake up (Poorboy thought he had died !), Though linhardt didn’t express any of this out loud. Rather falling asleep in his warm blanket.

❥⎹ When he finally stirred around, he was unwrapping himself from his makeshift blanket cacoon as he rolled it up to go under his arm so that he could just carry it with him around the town in case he may just get sleep again and decide to sleep once more. Though as he was doing this he heard the other seem to attempt to get his attention, so he looked to the boy who seemed to have been napping this whole time as well and tilted his head to the side, a ... vampire ? Dead ? Well it wouldn’t be the first, nor the last time, someone mistook him for a dead man but he certainly was not dead, far from it in fact ... and vampires weren’t real, they were fictional.

        ❛ I am far from dead, Though I have had a few close encounters with the wrong end of a sword or axe ... or lance ... and many other things, though I am still quite alive. It’s a strange question to ask, How would one be dead yet still walking ? Such a strange question ... Especially asking about a fictional creature such as a vampire ... ❜ He had started to speak to himself, clear by the fact he put a hand under his chin as he closed his eyes trying to logic his way through the others thought process ❛ I’m no more than a simple human, As there isn’t much else that exists, though I suppose I have heard stories of beasts and gods, and I have seen a beast a time or two, though never a vampire ❜

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sanguiijuela‌ :

Where he was, how he ended up there, was of little importance, what was more important was finding a pleasant nap spot. Though the area he seemed to be in met the requirement of calm and quiet, Ritsu was in the mood for an outdoors space, but the sun blaring down was a huge issue. So, he found himself on a ferry ride the next island over to explore a bit as well. Finding a nicely shaded bench near a grassy field where the sun didn’t reach at all, the idol stretched on it, yawning before curling up on it. Logically, the grass would have been a better and softer place, but sunlight beamed down on it, and surely he would turn to ash. Besides, he prided himself on being able to sleep anywhere. 

His nap was short-lived, however, ruby eyes blearily opening at the sound of grass rustling and focusing on the source of the noise. A blanket…..cocoon? How envious. Though it was too hot for the idol to voice his jealousy and he was much too sleepy.

❝ I could ask the same of you. You can have that grassy spot since it’s too sunny, but could you be quiet? You’re trying to nap too, right? ❞

❥⎹ He somehow missed the younger male that had took residence on a nearby bench, something he wasn’t shocked about but that was because he didn’t mind seeing others napping in an outdoor location like himself. It was actually not to see another person doing it, though the bench was probably far more uncomfortable then the found, especially thanks to his blanket being very fluffy, it reminded him a bit of dimitri’s oversized cloak that kept him warm in faergus ... if only he had something like that.

       ❛ Oh, another sleeper ? My apologies, I just don’t like to be watched while I sleep, it feels strange to be watched ❜

❥⎹ He was not used to being watched, not unless it was caspar but caspar more so idly observed him to make sure nothing happened to him rather than watched him unblinkedly, so the stares felt weird but it seems everyone went back to their own business now, linhardt could happily close his eyes and exhale softly, there was still curiousity about the other boy though... was he a resident here ? Maybe he could ask after the nap ...