[milesducemdominus]

FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again....even though every time you've tried before you've lost.

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[milesducemdominus]

Look who cost me an obscene amount at the vet yesterday, the old bastard.

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I'm gonna have to open my icon commissions. 😅

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Running to emergency vets. In a taxi because I don't drive because I'm epileptic. Feeling fucking useless. My oldest cat is crashing and can't breathe and I'm about to go into mass debt.

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She's alive.

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Running to emergency vets. In a taxi because I don't drive because I'm epileptic. Feeling fucking useless. My oldest cat is crashing and can't breathe and I'm about to go into mass debt.

[speciosuspoematis]

Before you kissed me only winds of heaven Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain— Now you have come, how can I care for kisses Like theirs again?

𝓒𝔂𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓛𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓾𝔁                         - 𝐼𝓈𝒽𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹'𝓈 𝑀𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒸 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓉

[milesducemdominus]

ooc: me looking at my replies like they're written in latin or something.

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@metoikhomai asked: "here you are," lysander says, a warm smile on his face as he approaches. "busy as ever, i presume? but worry not, i won't keep you long." he reaches into his bag to produce a soft-looking scarf, dyed the same blue as aymeric's signature armor. he hands it over. "it's made from alpaca wool. you might not need it, but... i thought of you when i saw it."

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ "Ah, always, my friend - always." Paperwork, signatures and minutes from meetings; they never did tend to themselves, though he oft wished they would. Stacks of parchment and letters remained 'pon the corner of the wood grain of his desk, their neat pile suggesting they had already been sorted, but the larger pile on the floor, to the side, was messy and yet to be approached. There were, after all, only so many hours in the day.

The offered gift comes as a surprise and his expression reflects such for but a moment before it softens into something akin to pure sentimentality. His hands reach out to accept the scarf, the smile 'pon his face purely soft-hearted. Quietly, he lifts it, wraps the length around his throat once and tucks it down so its warmth is sealed betwixt his skin and the cold of armour.

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ "I cannot thank you enough--" His smile widens; "That you thought of me while off on your grand adventures is quite touching." A pause; barely the length of a heartbeat; "As for not keeping me long - - I was rather hoping you would. Time away from my desk may just be what is needed, and after not seeing you for so long, I would rather like to take the opportunity."

[metoikhomai]

[μετοίχομαι] • to go after; to roam.

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@dragoonvowed asked: "your reputation for magnanimity is well deserved!" A head bows. It isn't surprising really. He had heard a few things. Terence isn't completely oblivious. [<3]

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ "Magnanimity-?" Eyes raised from scrawled handwriting and piled reports to take note of companionship present. Surprise coloured his features in no small amount, but it soon altered to a softened smile; "I am rather curious as to what I did to earn such a complement this morning?"

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Idk why but the depression has been strong in all of this hot weather. It's finally cooler but I'm sat, mentally paralysed to focus on anything, miserably eating grapes. 🤷‍♀️

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Just had to pay my sisters cats vet bill like holy fuck I might have to open icon commissions on my icon blog to help that kick-to-the-kidney of a financial pain.

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Update. I'm exactly cooked through. The weather is intense. I've drank enough cold lemonade today that I'm certain I'm 12% lemon, now.

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KILL ME.

Edit: should probably also mention I'm in the UK and my house is built to insulate real good so 😅 OH, and I have lupus that fucking hates the heat 😂

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Okaaayyyy - I'm here to try and get to replies, send good vibes lol.

[congregenturanimarum]

"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere - The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst - Are full of passionate intensity."

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[wyrmblooded-ffxiv]

Estinien stared up at the light glinting off the imposing crystal of Ishgard's main aetheryte. The snow-clouds were low, and if he did not know by instinct, it might have been difficult to guess were it morning or evening, the light was so wan. In the distance rang the productive noise of masons and carpenters, hard at the work of rebuilding and reconstruction. They would be at it for a decade. And still, somehow, Ishgard would look ever and always the same. In his youth, the city had loomed impossibly large, in influence and in scale. And now, returned after many moonsturns adventuring alongside the Scions.... it seemed almost pitiably small. Claustrophobic and dark as the ancient rut she was stuck in.

There was a small strip of sunburn across his high, gaunt cheeks and the bridge of his nose; he'd lost some of his sickly pallor; and if his jerkin and overtunic were as threadbare and worn-thin as they'd ever been, the man Aymeric beheld was perhaps more changed than he had been even infected and altered by the power of Nidhogg's eye. The sense of strung-taut tension which had animated him so well even before their squiring days was gone, replaced now with a liquid ease, an air of confident calm. The dark circles under his eyes were still there, and all the marks of the practice of his dragoon's art, but they were.... less, somehow.

Adventurer's rucksack over his shoulder, he had been making a beeline for the Forgotten Knight, no doubt to secure a room for the duration of his stay, but the sound of Aymeric's voice made him twist, keen, mirror-grey eyes seeking out the source of that familiar voice. A hooked smile flashed across his features like a lightningstrike.

"Oughtn't you be sat behind your great desk at this hour?" His long strides ate the ground as he made the distance to meet the Lord Commander.

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All intentions for the morning evaporated with blissful ease as booted feet approached his companion, a bright smile resting upon his features. To say that he was both surprised and comforted by familiar presence would have been a rather vast understatement - Aymeric spent most evenings wondering what his dearest companion was up to in the vastness of the world, and short letters of updates from Tataru came few and far between. Thus, to set his own blue eyes 'pon Estinien was a relief in it's own right - to see his companion hale and whole and undoubtably content in his appearance bought a warmth to his chest; and the smile he wore upon his face reflected such. As soon as Aymeric was close enough he raised his hand to rest atop Estinien's shoulder, eyes quietly glistening with elation.

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ "Aye- you are not wrong, my friend-" Aymeric couldn't prevent the small laugh such a comment coaxed from him; "Whatever rests 'pon that desk, however, is no longer of any interest. I do hope you shall consider regaling me with some tales of your adventures? I have greatly missed your company."