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“I’ve forgotten...what its like. To exist and remember...”
Entry by maluga
"Happiness...is it so hard to achieve?"
"The flow of time I can no longer see so maybe it is time to live my life, yes?"
"Maybe I should leave bread crumbs behind...then I won't get so lost."
praellias:
“Mm? What for?”
"Oh~ That you might be the one lost~"
praellias replied to your post
p-PROTECTS B(((
//watches
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this is kiki ahuruhurhur
Oh hai!
praellias:
“You aren’t lost yourself, are you?”
"Not really...I'm just worried about you is all."
praellias:
“You don’t think I’d get lost, right?”
"Just a little."
"Just...don't get lost."
yeul/lumina 5life
Next one for my occupation challenge. It’s Yeul in the New World as a horticulturist. She mainly runs an arboretum (tree farm). First I thought of a flower shop, but I wanted Yeul to make something more challenging. She even learned how to work with a chainsaw ;) What do you think, my dear kaibasgirl?
atracaelos:
itavisum:
praellias:
“That was totally rigged." Of course he’s not a sore loser— he was merely convinced that there was something to that off move that Tidus had pulled on him, a move that ensured the Gryffindor’s victory and he can feel his lip curl back in distaste. “'M not buying it. Must've been a Confundus Charm used on me." Since he’s keeper after all— the entirety of the responsibility lay with him and so he may be more than a little sour about it.
"Yeah? Totally rigged or more like you’re jus’ sore I pulled a good one over on ya’." He grins, clearly rubbing the victory of his team due to his finishing move in the other’s face. Of course it’s not meant to be any kind of put down or anything as he valued all of the teams, even Slytherin for it’s strengths and appreciated the players as any fellow Quidditch player would. Or Should rather. Still, he’s a competitive soul through and through. It’s no surprise that after a victory of any kind, he’s quite cocky and a little arrogant. “Yknow.. maybe ya’ jus’ need to be a better keeper. You’ll probably be able ta’ block my moves in say , oh.. ten years?” He snickers, taunting his companion. …Yeah.. I guess could get a little carried away back in those days.
He watched the two go at it again with uninterest in his eyes. Though he had to admit he was glad that his team won against Noel’s team, so perhaps a slight hint of a smirk could be sighted upon pallid visage. But that was it. No response given from the Gryffindor, he folded his arms across his chest, moving his leg experimentally. This game was his first time as seeker, and during the play, he experienced some of the worst pains he ever felt bolt through his leg. Of course, the healing was performed quickly on his leg, he was not permitted to go back out onto the field, for any pressure applied could actually irritate the muscles. So he sat, almost getting bored of his position, so he tried to stand. “Maybe you’re just too slow,” Noctis finally said to Noel with a shrug, blunt as can be.
She wasn't entirely sure what to think of the situation. Watching from the stands the little Hufflepuff was wrapped head to toe in a blanket she was given by the school's nurses. A little protection for her in her ill state. Emerald hues did not deter from the bickering the two teams were doing. Noel may have been her childhood friend but he was being a bit too butt-hurt over a match, but what could she say? She didn't play Quidditch she only watched to cheer for him.
"They're being children," she states, leaning back against the stands in a huff.