𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑷.

ㅤ—ㅤJust like your 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑺, always pointing 𝑨𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫.

[indeliblepromise]

ㅤ⠀— ⠀ㅤ𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕, the Dreamy Cones remain forever sweet, and Clockie's tricks remain forever uproarious.

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[lumoire]

❛❛  i know, i know, you cannot very well ask a guest to carry your luggage.   ❜❜     he understood the predicament well enough. accepting help would likely earn the boy a reprimand, and perhaps a hurting pride that came with carrying out his duties properly. such things deserved consideration. ❛❛  that's why i am only carrying the heavier bags.   ❜❜     a compromise. one that allowed him to ease the burden without entirely relieving the boy of his responsibilities.

together they continued down the hallway. he had read in the pamphlets that the hotel was expansive, but no description had adequately prepared him for the reality. absolutely marvelous.

his gaze drifted toward the boy walking beside of him. ❛❛  i am certainly in need of your assistance.   ❜❜ he says, ❛❛  i could use some recommendations on places worth visiting during my stay. and there is an event i must attend, though the directions provided to me were ... regrettably sparse.   ❜❜

as for the other question, his expression softened. ❛❛  i met my mentor when i was around your age.   ❜❜ he answers initially. ❛❛  before i could earn the title of knight, there were many trials to overcome, and many lessons to learn.   ❜❜ a pause,     ❛❛  officially, however, i have been a knight for eleven years now.   ❜❜

[indeliblepromise]

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋ⠀ㅤ𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍ㅤ—ㅤ𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓. He still felt a little bad about the idea of making a GUEST carry their luggageㅤ—ㅤbut there wasn't really anything he could do if the NOBLE KNIGHT was insisting. Hopefully his co - workers or The Family wouldn't get upset about this.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀He always TRIED to be careful when it came to the luggage carts. It should have been easier with the bulk of the weight. And yet, somehow the cart still felt heavy. Was it the anxiety ? Was it the extra effort he was taking to NOT bump into the knight ? Was it the attention divided in between the other's voice AND the cart's direction ? He wasn't quite sure.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀Recommendations and directionsㅤ—ㅤthat should have been EASY ENOUGH once he knew what the man was looking for. After all, he knew the Sweet Dream like the back of his hand. Surely, he couldn't mess that up ! Or at least, he hoped not.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀Butㅤ—ㅤthe lingering wonder once again took over as the man answered the question. For a brief moment, the anxiety FADED as he looked towards the man in awe.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤSoㅤ—ㅤyou've been a knight since you were a little KID ! That's incredible . . .ㅤ❜⠀

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀Ohㅤ—ㅤbut he had to FOCUS ! The knight said he had places o be. He definitely didn't have the time to just humor him all that. That would be BOTHERING him, wouldn't it ? The knight had places to beㅤ—ㅤimportant places, evenㅤ—ㅤand here Misha was, asking about his childhood like they were friends. He probably shouldn't have been doing that . . .

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤI can HELP with the recommendations and the directions ! I can even meet you once you enter the dream and guide you, if you'd like . . .ㅤ❜⠀

[mintyisms]

You wanna know what I want? I want to know what it's like to not be alone. I want to be someone's someone. I want to feel wanted. 

[porpomuses]

FRIENDS. He realized, he never really had friends, outside of the others in his village. Even then, could they be called that? All of the Keepers had had some sort of presence in his life for as long as he could remember. They weren't just friends . . . they were family, in a sense. They were numbers that looked out for one another, and looked out for him. He'd been the youngest among them after all, with no other child to share his burdens.

No, these people were hardly familiar. They weren't anything like the people in his village, like the familiarity he so wished he could have back. But, Nata supposed . . . he wouldn't mind letting them be his friends. He wouldn't mind getting to know them, either.

He sniffles quietly, soft gray eyes that were glazed with tears and bittersweetness finally drawing to the cold food on his plate. The boy gulps quietly, tapping the roof of his mouth with his tongue. The gnawing hunger in his stomach was harder to ignore now. He needed to eat.

So gingerly does he take some of the food in his hands, sampling it in small, forced bites. His throat clenched, hesitant to allow him to eat, still wracked with grief and stress . . . but his stomach growled in protest. So he ate, however reluctantly, whilst fat, salty tears dribbled down from the corners of his eyes.

Despite it being cold, it tasted good. It was strange, and unfamiliar, but it was still good, and with time each bite became easier to swallow. He had to live.

For his uncle, for everyone, Nata had to live.

[indeliblepromise]

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋ⠀ㅤ𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆; 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈. Did he say the right things ? He didn't have that fiery, brazen ( almost reckless ) spirit that the Trailblazer had. Nor did he have the fun, cheery personality of Miss March or the calm wisdom of the older Express members. He was just a KID. A kid that only recently stepped onto that grand railway he dreamed of so long. Seeing the planets beyond Penacony and walking the path of the Trailblaze was everything he ever wanted.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀But the reality was, the planets was only part of the Trailblaze journey. The people that lived on those planets were another part. He was great at the customer service thing; following that mental script to make sure people were happy butㅤ—ㅤwhat did he do when he was taken out of that script ? When he was not scurrying about the walls of the Reverie ? He was still LEARNING that part.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀Finally, movement. The other child finally began to eat the food that had been left abandoned on the table. At first, a wave of relief washed over himㅤ—ㅤhappy that the other boy was getting at least SOME sort of a meal after who knows how long. But thenㅤ—ㅤit hit him.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀Just how long had it been SITTING OUT ? !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤW - Wait ! Should Iㅤ—ㅤumㅤ—ㅤHEAT THAT UP for you ?ㅤ❜⠀

[owlarick]

Children's Day!!!

[diverse-hearts]

@indeliblepromise asked:

" Who did this ? " ( Misha and Aven )

– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

"Friend, I fear you won't believe me when I tell you". Standing at the bar of the party cabin of the Astral Express, Aventurine slowly looked over the chaos that now laid before them, a mess of torn cushions, broken glasses, ripped papers...it looked almost as though a hurricane had blown through the cabin and had attempted to destroy everything in sight - well everything but the gambler who looked as though he'd not been disturbed by the storm to have raged through the trains interior. "Did you know that this train likes to spawn random cat cakes?", he continued, "I wasn't aware of this and I may have stepped on ones tail - after that everything is a bit of a blurr. The black cat banged into the purple, which knocked over the red, which started a show of such violence, that I am glad you were not here to witness such". He pointed off towards the side where a pile of torn blankets moved from time to time, "They all ran over there once they realised the mess their chaotic fight had created".

[indeliblepromise]

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋ⠀ㅤ𝑪𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎. It didn't matter how much dust lined the tables or how stubborn the stains on the carpets were. Even if he was met with a complete disaster that would have taken hours to tidy, he never complained at all. He would have gladly scrubbed down EVERY SINGLE CAR of the train if he was told.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀And yetㅤ—ㅤhe found himself FROZEN; staring at the absolute CAT - astrophe he walked into.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀The Party Car wasn't this bad the last time he was there. The floors had been polished until he could see his reflection in them. The tables had been wiped until they shone. All of the pillows had been fluffed. And even if he wasn't a gardener, he had still tried to water the plants that lined the car. But nowㅤ—ㅤthere was absolute NO trace of his previous efforts.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀At his feet was a haphazard mess of paper, dirt, pillow fluff, and most importantly, GLASS. He had to sweep that up before Pom-pom stepped on it and hurt themselves. A good amount of the couches were torn with the pillows reduced to mere SCRAPS. Even if he was able to clean this entire car again, there was NO bringing the furniture back.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀In the middle it wasㅤ—ㅤMister Aventurine. When did the Express invite him onto the train ? He wasn't sureㅤ—ㅤbut the IPC manager seemed awfully calm about this. Honestly, Misha wished he had that sort of composure.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤUmㅤ—ㅤwhat do you mean CAT CAKES ?ㅤ❜⠀

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀The boy moved towards the blankets the man pointed out; hesitating before LIFTING them up with a gloved hand and peeking inside.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤIn HERE ?ㅤ❜⠀

[ensxrcelled]

Standing there, listening to him speak, Crystal had a thought. Was she being more a bother than a help to him? Misha hadn't said anything to confirm those suspicions but she got the feeling that she was causing more trouble than this whole interaction was worth. On top of everything, he looked so young! Was she bothering someone younger than her with something stupid?

In fact, she was so lost in her own anxieties that she had almost missed what he'd said entirely.

A bright smile was plastered on her face and she nodded in greeting -- hoping her expression didn't betray her. "Nice to meetcha, Misha," she said in a near sing-song tone. "Let's see... My luggage isn't much, really. Just a blue duffle -- about this big?" Crystal lifted her arms to provide and estimated size. "There's a snowflake pattern and a bunny charm on the handle."

Though she shouldn't be using her powers right now, Crystal perked up and said, "Oh! Wait -- hold on. I'll just show you." Holding a hand in front of her, palm up, she rubbed her thumb across the pads of her fingers above it with the opposite hand. From this movement, snowflakes sprinkled into her palm before forming a smaller version of her bag. "Like this!"

After all, it'd help if they both knew what the bag looked like. Even if her snow sculpture lacked any color, it was still a pretty faithful recreation. Crushing the snow bag in her fist, she rubbed her fingers against her palm and watched the snowflakes fall and fade away.

[indeliblepromise]

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋ⠀ㅤ𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎; 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒘𝒆. The flakes that danced in her hands weren't that unusual. There were always so many people passing through the grand hotelㅤ—ㅤand some of them DID have powers like she did. In fact, he COULD make ice and freezing cold water come out of his mop (ㅤ—ㅤjust not very well ). But he still couldn't help but stare as the snowflakes swirled together to form that little bag. Meeting with guests, actually talking to themㅤ—ㅤthat was the BEST part of the job.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀Still, it looked like she wanted to say something else. Like she had MORE concerns other than the lost bag. He had to stay focused though. That bag wasn't going to appear out of thin airㅤ—ㅤand the faster he found the bag, the faster he could tend to whatever she needed. ˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤGot it ! That shouldn't be too hard to find !ㅤ❜⠀

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀Even in his rush, he still had a particular method of stacking all luggage. It wasn't anything fancyㅤ—ㅤonly that softer bags like duffel bags and backpacks had to go on top of the heavier luggage. No one liked their things being SAD and CRUSHED after all.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀And thenㅤ—ㅤhe found it. Tucked at the very top of the pile. He's not quite sure HOW that little bag got there. Maybe through sheer adrenaline did he manage to place it up there butㅤ—ㅤit wasn't going to be easy to return to its rightful owner.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤFound it ! Iㅤ—ㅤumㅤ—ㅤI'll figure out how to get it DOWN . . .ㅤ❜⠀

[lily-musings]

                          for you i'd give up logic, i'd                           choose madness if it led to                           you. i'd swallow my pride and                           choke on it smiling. i'd pray                           to you with bleeding knees.                           i think god is lesser than you.

[letmemusings]

If I don't want to die, then I'm not gonna die.

[praedctor]

"I don't need to be told that by a child." He snapped, still moving a step closer to his current company and reaching out to nudge the child behind him. He wouldn't be able to sneak around like he was before with a kid in tow. He couldn't bring this child into the shadows with him so that left him with either fight his way through and hope the kid doesn't get hurt or a slower more steady approach.

Fighting would be to dangerous and pointless if this child did get hurt, so slow and steady it was. Hand still gripping the kid he said, "stay close to me and don't make a sound."

@indeliblepromise asked, " It’s better to be cautious. ” - Moze and Misha I Lost The Meme || Status: Accepting

[indeliblepromise]

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋ⠀ㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 upon the scolding. Oh no, he probably shouldn't have said anything. No, he DEFINITELY shouldn't have said anything at all ! At any other little mishap, he would have been blurting out apologies by now. But instead, he kept his mouth shut as he was told.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀He wasn't one to argue; especially not NOW. Instead, he allowed the man to nudge him and even ducked further behind him.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀The further the two of them went thoughㅤ—ㅤthe deeper the silence settled. The dark alleyways between the ornate crimson walls were too quiet. No footsteps at all; not even the distant chatters of people that would usually fill the Xianzhou Luofu could be heard at all. Eventually, the child couldn't help but SPEAKㅤ—ㅤeven if in a hushed tone.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤYou don't suppose anything is watching usㅤ—ㅤRIGHT ?ㅤ❜⠀

[vanagander]

Personally, Ashveil hadn't met the other two Nameless who had been Tiernan's dearest friends. Like the pact he'd once forged with those two before they'd gone on to slay Zulo, it had made an uncomfortable nostalgia well up in his chest at how far things had soured between them. Maybe it was fortunate that Penacony had a way of whisking away all the bad feelings until a lachrymose hollowness remained where the bitterness and grief had once bloomed.

"...Name was Tiernan. He used to be a Nameless, a real pal of Razalina and Mikhail. Does that ring any bells?"

And he hadn't been a Galaxy Ranger when they'd met, but that noble man had joined them anyways. Fighting for people he didn't know and a cause he wasn't obligated to fight, yet he'd stayed. Even on in the afterlife as a psychopomp when Ashveil had damned them all--

[indeliblepromise]

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋ⠀ㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 a GROWING SHOCK as he stared at the man. Not too long ago, those very names that the man had spoke would have only been gravestone markers laying nearly forgotten at Dreamflux Reef. But nowㅤ—ㅤhe knew the TRUTH. Mister Tiernan and Miss Razalinaㅤ—ㅤthey weren't just gravestones. They were Grandpa's CLOSEST COMPANIONS. And the last nameㅤ—ㅤMikhail. That was Grandpa. That was the Watchmaker. That wasㅤ—ㅤhim.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀But that would have been REALLY STRANGE to explain to the man.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀The memories of his Grandpa were still a bit muddled. It felt like every day, there would be something. He would look at a particular table at the train and feel the joy of the former Trailblazers gathered there. Or he would find himself on a planet and realize that Grandpa had been there before. This manㅤ—ㅤeven if Grandpa himself never met him, GRANDPA KNEW MISTER TIERNAN.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀He thought that by now, most people who knew the Trailblazers of the past were long since deadㅤ—ㅤsave for Mister Gallagher and a few others in Penacony. But here THIS MAN was . . .

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤYES ! Yes, I'mㅤ—ㅤ❜⠀

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀The words caught themselves in his throat. Even if the Dreamscape was an unpredictable thing, even if Grandpa USED the power of the Dreamscape to create him, how was he supposed to explain that at all ? !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤ—ㅤI suppose you could call me Grand - Mister Mikhail's GRANDSON . . .ㅤ❜⠀

[hopebun]

Misha! My fav honkai star rail boy 💙

[indeliblepromise]

꒰১ ✦* : ˚ʚ 【 @cryogenicmuses / STARTER CALL. 】 ɞ˚ : ꙳✦ ໒꒱

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋ⠀ㅤ𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔. Today, he decided to remain home in the quaint little town of Dreamflux Reef. He never quite understood why the FAMILY called it a ' NIGHTMARE '. It was a beautiful placeㅤ—ㅤbut he didn't question it. He didn't exactly want to reach the ire of his employers, after all.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀The boy sat upon one of the many stray boxes scattered around Timesplit Square with a pocket watch in one hand and a little screwdriver in the other. The hands had been stuck for DAYS now; refusing to move forward no matter how many twists of the screwdriver he made. But surely, he could help Mister Pocket Watch soon !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀So focused on his work, he didn't even notice the footsteps at first. Not until a SHADOW fell across his workspace.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀His attention moved away from the trinket; trailing up towards the man before him. The first thing he noticed was a FAMILIAR golden badge; the unmistakable mark of a member of the Astral Express. What was an Express member doing here ? He had met one before; the grey - haired one in the Golden Hour. But that was the Golden Hour. Most people didn't traverse THIS farㅤ—ㅤnot unless Sleepie dumped them here by accident.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤO - oh ! I didn't expect to see the Astral Express here.ㅤ❜⠀

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀His hands moved quickly, tucking away the broken watch and screwdriver deep inside before he pushed himself off the box. Once he was on his feet, he gave the other a polite BOW before speaking again.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤAre youㅤ—ㅤexploring ? Or did you need help finding something ?ㅤ❜⠀

[cryogenicmuses]

While the Dreamscape was always full of mystery and wonder, some parts were not as traversed as others. And the less-than-pristine locale of Dreamflux Reef had been something of a draw to Genesis, especially since in his experience, the slightly off-track areas were the ones that offered the most interesting sights and sounds.

He didn't even notice the young boy hard at work until he spoke. The trailblazer stepped back slightly to give him a little more space.

"Oh sorry, was I interrupting you?" A sheepish chuckle left his lips when he finally did parse what he'd seen in his peripheral vision earlier. Of course, Genesis couldn't express too much of his emotions lest the Stellaron implanted in him started to react violently.

"Well... I was trying to explore a little, but I'm not sure where the best places to go are. Think you could help me?" He met the other's gaze, bowing his head a little. "I'd appreciate it a lot."

[indeliblepromise]

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋ⠀ㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆. Dreamflux Reef was a lovely place. In fact, it was his very own HOME. Butㅤ—ㅤmost people that didn't already live there didn't come by CHOICE. They were usually swept away from the Dreamscape by accident, thanks to Sleepie. Thatㅤ—ㅤdidn't seem like the case with this man. He looked perfectly happy to be there ( although, he looked a bit TOO calm about it. Like he was holding back something ).

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀Well, his work never truly ended, he supposed. But that was okay ! This manㅤ—ㅤhe was just a reminder of why the bellboy pushed himself every single day. One day, he would leave the Reverie, leave Penacony and travel the STARSㅤ—ㅤjust like this man.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤYou're not interrupting anything at all ! I'd love to show you around, Sir ! Dreamflux Reef is a lot smaller than the Golden Hour but there are definitely some things I can show you ! We have a resturauntㅤ—ㅤthat should still be open ! It's the only one here so they're usually serving after hours still. The stores should be open too. We've also got a band that would be glad to put a show on for us !ㅤ❜⠀

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀A pause. He really should have introduced himself ! He was in front of the ASTRAL EXPRESS, after all !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤMy name is Misha ! It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir ! I'm a BELLBOY at the Reverie ! I was on break just now but I'd be happy to guide you !ㅤ❜⠀

[diverse-hearts]

@indeliblepromise asked:

" You were right. " ( Misha and Caelus )

– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

Ah, there went another victim. Even touched by IX didn't seem enough to protect them from the taste that was Himeko's famous coffee. Garth now was doubled over the counter of the party car, holding onto his stomach as it grumbled rather loudly, as a concerned Misha stood by his side, his wide eyes falling to Caelus as he approached. "I did try to warn both of you...please tell me you didn't drink any?".

[indeliblepromise]

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋ⠀ㅤ𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 since Grandpa he had last drank the tea from Granholm's hometown, he still remembered the too - bitter taste. When Pom - Pom warned him about Miss Himeko's coffeeㅤ—ㅤhe truly though Pom - Pom was merely overexaggerating. Surely, nothing could be worse than the tea ! And definitely not a HUNDRED times worse !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀And yet, here he wasㅤ—ㅤa hand over his OWN stomach as he fretted over Garth.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀Was he beginning to feel the beginnings of a stomachache ? A little bit. There was a subtle ache that was beginning to claw at the pit of his stomach. But there were much more IMPORTANT matters at hand !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ⠀❛ㅤA - a little bit. Butㅤ—ㅤwhat do we do about GARTH ?ㅤ❜⠀

[heartcheart]

[𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ written by yvette s. (@/heartcheart)]

Father, when will I be enough?

When will have I served my duty?

[indeliblepromise]

I will do my best to do some replies this weekend ! Thank you for your patience !