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i’ll be remaking this fool tbh so like this if you’re still around & i’ll follow you from the new account!
i’ll be remaking this fool tbh so like this if you’re still around & i’ll follow you from the new account!
i’ll be remaking this fool tbh so like this if you’re still around & i’ll follow you from the new account!
anybody still here? sorry for the wait, i should be active again soon --
ok so i have a griffith from berserk and there were 3 ff9 role players whom i shall not name that i don’t think i am following??? that were super rude to someone. saw it while scrolling through the tags.
ya’ll are nuts and i ain’t ever role playing with you tbh
kuja’s daughter he had with bitch-feathers ok she is one of three triplets but she’s his favorite. her name is eloise. idk why i gave her freckles but. she looks a hella lot like kuja but she’s got purple eyes and cat ears along with the tail tbh she’s literally a small puffball of silver cuteness.
drawing kuja related things so ya’ll are going to see some art from me today --
Just keep drinking, Wolfin. You’re gonna need it.
The words echo through her head as the man glances over at her. Her hands tighten around her drink, knuckles whitening. She’s used to men looking at her in bars. If that was all this was it would be easy to ignore. But it’s the way the man smells that’s setting off the alarms in her head.
He smells like Cain.
Her right shoulder twitches at the thought. It’s only been a few months since Cain tore that arm off. But it’s been longer than that since the last time he really hurt her. She doesn’t want to know anything about this man or who he is or why he smells like the Crusnik. But she can’t stop herself from asking. She has to know if her fears are correct.
“You smell like Cain.” Wolfin hisses quietly. “Why?”
he had been trying to occupy himself by swirling the wine in the glass, watch it crawl up the sides before sinking back down. he felt, in a way, like it symbolized what he’s been doing with cain lately. keeps finding some reason, some discontent, and then sinking back in. he’s preoccupied with his thoughts, looking back up when she speaks. it’s both surprising and not as --
many knew and disliked cain, though not knew him personally. merely knew him as the enemy. and kuja, he... he expected that, but this -- for her to recognize the scent on him. that must be how. so, personal, which is something that he doesn’t expect. his face falls completely and he looks back over before swallowing. he won’t answer truthfully, what reason would he have to?
“ because i’ve been around him recently, obviously.”
he answers with some snark, frowning slightly --
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he was looking for dietrich -- he had lost him.
it was only supposed to take a bit. kuja had told him he’d run with him to go grab something since for some reason he had not wanted to go alone. or tell cain, for that matter. so here he was. after remembering he was allowed to drink now. walking into a near tavern and ordering a glass of wine. he’d had wine so much back when he was part of the courts in treno --
slowly, he looks over to the woman sitting near him noticing her... well, he doesn't understand why she’s so tense. if this had been in treno, he would -- he was a killer. convicted murderer, having killed their queen and stolen their princess, set to ravage their world. he’d --
he swallows, looking back at his glass before glancing up once more at her.
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perhaps he shouldn’t have left. but he’d found himself needing a breath of fresh air again, and cain insisted he not go home -- his palace. though, an internal crisis was to be had on where his real home was. now that they had a family... shouldn’t it be with them, with cain?
but he finds himself rather with isaak as he went off to preform something for the orden, insisting that kuja stay behind -- that it was a task best done alone. and he agrees. not at first, of course, but after a tad of convincing. it’s dark, and he can smell what isaak is up to, distantly. metallic tang at the back of his throat -- what exactly was best done alone, what had they come here for?
it’s not that cain leaves him out of the orden’s affairs -- it’s simply that kuja doesn’t ask. which he does realize, he should change. he should be more involved, more informed. it would help, if not in any other way than helping his peace of mind. and surely, he should be home. home being, in this instance, the orden. but he still wasn’t the attentive mother that cain wishes he could be --
he flinches as he walks straight into the chest of another, metal shoulder plate banging up against his nose and kuja, disgruntled, would have fallen backward if he hadn’t grabbed at the other -- and looks up to spy a man whom he has heard of but never met. not yet, not until now -- by mistake.
and while he’s not wearing the orden’s garb -- he’ll surely smell like cain.
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“So… I was thinking we should talk names.” Rolling over to gently hold the other, Cain presses his chest flush against Kuja’s back, possessive even in this simple act. “I mean… It’s getting close, right? They are?” And he wiggles slightly closer, breathing in deep.
even if he had warmed up to the idea -- much more. the idea of discussing names for the three children nestled in his belly made the idea all the more real. perhaps, he’d grown used to the idea of housing them within himself, but the idea of having actual little tyrants running around was still foreign and unwelcomed. though, he does appreciate the affection -- he feels the need to pull away, but doesn’t, and instead his shoulders go tense. “ i guess.” he sounds everything but enthusiastic.
“ don’t speak to me that way -- or you’ll pay for it, dearly.”
temporaliis th ank u bae omg. <333 i worked h ard on it. :)))
i made a marluxia. go follow his beautiful self pls also i am very proud of his theme.
i made a marluxia. go follow his beautiful self pls also i am very proud of his theme.