hiatus.

dossier ---- guide

[enigmaticancient]

wow! im breathing! if anyone else still is in these parts, i have moved nalmaya to my multimuse!

[enigmaticancient]

KAZAR.

    “ I AM WELL as I always am. ” Kazar steps closer, reaching out for length talons to curl around the jutting edges of Nalmaya’s hips, tugging the smaller Collector backward with ease and against his chest. The appendages normally clutched to his sides shift suddenly, grasping around the other man’s chest. 

A low chitter leaves him, more akin to a rumble as he nuzzles affectionately along Nalma’s slim neck. “ Good. If you were unwell, I would have to find what made you so, and destroy it. ”

      Nalma allows himself to be eased away from the table, muttering, “ I am pleased to hear it. ” He can’t say he didn’t expect the answer, but that doesn’t make it any less relieving. He trusted Kazar to take care of himself, yet that didn’t mean anything couldn’t happen. An irrelevant thought now, though, and one he’s already left behind.

A trill resonates from him as he is embraced and he tilts his head to give Kazar more room, his own hands moving to rest on the forearms of the larger Collector, shutting his eyes for a moment. “ I know you would be successful in that. ” Nalma says as he leans into his touch, turning his head just enough to press his cheekbone against the top of Kazar’s head. “ So strong are you. Your presence is enough to ease all that ails me. ”

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KAZAR.

     “ HMM. ” THE WARRIOR seems rather reserved, although there’s a certain air of mischievous playfulness that another Prothean would be able to pick up on with ease. “ How has my dearest been today? I’ve not seen you in a fortnight. You look well. ”

@enigmaticancient

    Nalmaya eyes his bondmate with a measure of suspicion when he catches the flighty energy lingering in the air. He wonders, briefly, if Kazar really is up to no good, but he will say nothing about it and address him as if he had never caught onto it at all.

        “ Occupied, but not unwell, though I missed you terribly. ” He leans back against the table where all his data has been strewn about, palms resting on its surface. When he speaks, there is a smile in his voice, “ And what of you, my love? You know that I worry. ”

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amortean.

This is why I gave you the ‘Galaxy’s #1 dad’ sweater.

    Alas, I dare not to wear it. Too many sharp points to tear the fabric with. I will admire it from afar, though.

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amortean.

I would very much like to see you remove his synthetic appendages and maybe beat him a few times with them, and then put the rest of him in a jar.

   Hmm... I can easily arrange that. Perhaps ten strikes with each limb.    I suppose it is time for me to go purchase several jars, then.

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hackxiled replied to your post: _(:3 」∠)_

_(┐「ε:)_

Because you’re fun to bother.

       Am I really? I suppose I will simply have to stop reacting then.        Cannot allow myself to be too entertaining.

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_(:3 」∠)_

      ❝ What is that supposed to be? Why are you bothering me? ❞

[theresiidentdevil]

waiting for extraction

[lifeinpoetry]

i laughed today. / for a second i was unhaunted. i was the sun, not light / from some dead star.

Danez Smith, from “it began right here,” Don’t Call Us Dead (via lifeinpoetry)

[theresiidentdevil]

blows a kiss to space

for nalmaya

[enigmaticancient]

i log on here for 1 second out of curiosity and discover tags are bolded on this blog and i get a face full of brief disorientation

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KAZAR.

In all honesty, he had been mostly asleep up until the point where Nalmaya suddenly speaks directly to him again, lifting the datapad in front of his face as the bright orange light disrupts him. 

“Hm?” There’s a few seconds where he blanks, forgetting what Nalma was even writing about before he unwinds his arm from his bondmate’s waist, tapping at a lower point of the screen. “You forgot to include something about the Elcor.” A snort. “Perhaps the most worthless species next to the Batarians. I don’t blame you.”

The reply is enough to pull a little bit of laughter from the smaller Collector, ❝ Ah, of course. No matter how big they are they seem to blend into the crowd. I always get startled on being reminded of them. The same goes for the Volus. ❞ Nalma adjusts himself, turning more to face Kazar so that he may tuck his face against his neck, resting the datapad against his knees.

❝ Collecting this data is surprisingly boring, ❞ He mumbles before a forth eye opens and turns up to look at what can be seen of his bondmate’s face, ❝ ... Were you falling asleep, my love? Do you want to go to bed? ❞

[wordsnquotes]

I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster (via wordsnquotes)

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@darkchanneled

It’s hard to say how long he’s been curled up in Kazar’s lap exactly, at least for him. Time is the last thing he pays attention to, typing away at the datapad against his risen knees while the side of his head rests comfortably against his bondmate’s chest.

Until finally Nalmaya breaks the silence, displaying the pad to Kazar which contained various strings of data, looking up at him while he does so, ❝ Does this seem right to you? I feel like something is missing... ❞

[aseaofquotes]

Ocean Vuong, “Untitled (Blue, Green, and Brown): oil on canvas: Mark Rothko: 1952” 

[wordsnquotes]

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other’s wounds; they repair the broken skin.

Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium (via algenubii)

[enigmaticancient]

VIVIAN.

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“Nalma… I’m wondering how you handle your… situation. I don’t know what I would do if I was in your place. I hope it’s not a sore subject.”

  ❝ Acceptance is the greatest part of it. I am what I am, nothing can change that now, no matter how hard I may find myself wishing differently. As for the actions I committed... I continue to feel guilty, I feel sorrow for the lives I have brought harm to, but despite my temporarily partial indoctrination I know those actions are not mine. ❞ Nalmaya laced his fingers together, eyes narrowing to replace the furrowing of his brow that could not be present.

❝ But to be myself again ---- after fifty thousand years ---- it was unsurprisingly a shock for me. Probably for the best that I was already restrained by the research team that found me. I would not have been still. I think the amnesia helped, even though the most of what I could remember for a time was... horrible. Yet I move on the best I can, keeping myself busy doing something useful. Something good. ❞