who do you love?

the last guardian the boy i'll say goodbye to my demons and all my break-evens, ever yours. i won't come back to you b r o k e n, i won't stay away too long.

[ofrvins]

–– the beast !

     ✗ — 𝑻rico watches him closely, big eyes glowing green. She wishes there was a way for her to get them BOTH home, safe and sound and separated. Just like the boy had asked of her. She needs to get home to her young, it’s still only a baby and it NEEDS her. She’d do anything to get her boy back to his village and get herself back to the Valley. “ I-I… I do not know HOW, Boy… “ Her words are very choppy, her voice low like gravel. Almost resembling a growl. “ What is… Your name? You… Ne..ver told me. “

      ✰— 𝑨 pang of, what he only knew as, envy hit his chest. He knew that he told her to go back to the valley but with her here, the feeling that he got when he was near her was back. It was a feeling he’d never felt before, but he loved it. When he woke up in the village, all he’d gotten was praise. Like he saved their village from a monster; he didn’t. They were gentle creatures, at least his was. His Trico was kind and took care of him, but she also had a child and that’s where the envy was. “T-Tama,” he mumbled, giving her his name. “My name.”

[iloveyuta]

Happy Birthday Osaka Prince Yuta~ ♥

[ofrvins]

–– trico !

     ✗ — 𝑨 pained noise falls past her lips when she sees the tears welling in his eyes, shaking her head slowly. The last thing she wanted was to make him C R Y. But he calls her Trico, finally, and it warms her heart. While Trico favoured her old body A LOT more, she could grow used to this one. Maybe. She’d miss her size and wings greatly, but things were changing. If only she could find her calf now… His hand comes up to touch her pale skin, and the ancient beast furrows her brows as she looks at the intricate tattoos along his arms. “ I do not know, little one. “ She shakes her head, looking at the boy again. “ Of course I did not… You told me to go, I did… I stayed in The Valley, with my young, until I ended up here. “

     ✰— 𝑨lways having a strange power over him, knowing his weakness, was a talent of the beasts’. It was like she knew what could make him melt, give in to whatever she waned. It was his only goal; make sure she was happy. Fed, healthy, happy, SAFE. Even if in the valley, while surrounded  by tumbling ruins, she kept him safe –– he was the only taking spears from between her shoulder blades, patting them until she was calm. It was known now that they took care of each other. That’s how it was meant to be, they understood each other even without sharing a language. “M-My village, my –– my father, he wants me home. He needs me home.” He mumbled, words still jumbled and quite slurred. “Trico, you M U S T take me back,” the boy demanded, he wanted to be home. He did like this strange place, this version of an Earth.

[ofrvins]

–– sally wilcox !

“there are several dimensions in the world. you can get to each one through a seam that connects each dimension, like a door. you’re not supposed to get through it unless you have a certain sort of key, and if you manage to get through without that key, there’s a crack in the seam.”

his head hurt, he couldn’t deny that, this overload of information made it feel like his eyes were going to pop out of his skull and he couldn’t help but get even more interested –– he doesn’t even know what half the words meant. “that’s –– odd. the entire thing. could you explain it again?”

[ofrvins]

–– trico !

     ✗ — 𝑯e told her to leave, she knows that. But it’s not her fault that they both ended up here. Trico just followed his scent until she found him. She’s getting agitated now that he’s in denial, but not enough that her eyes would change from green to magenta. She would never be angry with the boy, not unless she was under the control of the Master. But the boy had destroyed the Master of The Valley, Trico was CERTAIN of that. “ Y E S. “ She speaks with the same amount of force he did, watching him closely. “ I TRICO.. You the boy who saved me… We… We fought together. Y O U defeated the Master… And I took you home. “

      ✰ — 𝑯er words made his head spin, how did she know about what he’d done? How did she know about his accomplishments, about what happened after that. And, more importantly, how did her eyes change to the E X A C T colors that Trico’s did. Where were the feathers, the talons, –– this wasn’t her. He shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked into hers, the soft glow making his heart race. “ TRICO –– I-I do not... ” A marked hand rose to trace his fingers over her skin, missing the soft feeling of his her ruffled feathers. “ How? ” Am I here? Are you here? Are you human? Question that might never be answered, but ones that would PLAUGE him. “ Di-Did you bring me here? ” 

[ofrvins]

–– trico !

     ✗ — 𝑯er face pulls into a frown as he winces, a low noise emitting from her throat, something that vaguely resembles the noises she used to make as the beast. Eyes glow a bright green, head moving to nudge against his arm again. She’s HAPPY and s a d at the same time, an unfamiliar pang in her chest when he doesn’t recognize her. This pain is different, something akin to what she felt when she brought him back to his village and clumsily flew off. After he told her to l e a v e. “ Trico. “ She mumbles again, the ancient beast looking at the boy with a scowl taking over her face. “ I Trico. “

     ✰ — 𝑻he stranger must’ve been playing some kind of prank on him, playing with his feelings in such a way was sick. It made him feel sick, imaging the creature doing the same, nudging him with her nose. Whining because they wanted food or they were HURT. But there was something that triggered him to think of the beast again, the female’s eyes, glowing a green color. Something he’d only seen Trico do; something that made his chest A C H E with memories flowing back. He wanted her to leave for a reason and this stranger was like them being back. “ No, ” he muttered, looking at them, “ Trico... is... BIG. ” The words came out with force, wanting to reinforce that Trico was no human. 

[ofrvins]

–– trico !

@ofrvins

     ✗ — 𝑺he catches his scent before she actually finds him. Though she’s merely H U M A N now, the beast like senses still remain with her. It’s all too overwhelming for this new body, but she follows her nose anyways. Of course she needs to find a way home, a way back to her calf, but that can wait right now cause there he is. Taller, face more filled out, more MANLY. He was no longer the little boy she had known, the little boy that had fed her and healed her, and if it wasn’t for the intricate designs along his body, she probably would have looked right past him. “ B O Y. “ She calls quietly, voice like gravel in her throat. Trico never got a name, though it didn’t matter. Not like she could ever call him by such anyways. Well, not before at least. She comes closer, her walk a bit awkward, before she’s pushing her head against his tattooed arm. “ Tri.. Co. “

     ✰ — 𝑻his strange world was the only thing that intimidated him at this point. Everything he’d been through up until now, he’d lived through. This was just different. He was constantly lost, strange symbols ( English ) that lined the walls, the streets. The boy has no idea what he’d been seeing, it was like a dream. A NIGHTMARE, maybe –– there was no T R I C O here with him and that was the only thing that made him feel truly alone. As he tried to figure out the symbols on his own, he kept bumping into people, people who would yell at him and all he could do was put his hands up in defense; not being able to get the word ‘sorry’ out in time. –– Feeling a body push against him, he jumped, looking at the other wincing a bit as she did. “ What ? ” He paused, lost eyes wide. “ M-My friend Trico. ” A stranger knew his friend, his lost eyes finally changing to else; DESPERATION. 

[ofrvins]

–– sally wilcox !

“i don’t know who put you here, but i’m pretty sure my idiot friends sent me through a crack in the dimensional seam… god, they’re so stupid.”

“huh ? i am sorry, i cannot –– what is dim-en-sion-al seam ?”

[7kingdomshq]

&. open starter

[ofrvins]

–– emily davis !

━━ “ the n e x t time you try starting a conversation with someone, have a little think about it first…… does this person LOOK like they’re in the mood to listen to you goin’ on and on ?? ” she’s OBVIOUSLY refering to the vacant, bored expression which is residing on her own features — clearly uninterested in taking part in idle chat.

━━ “ i am SORRY, ” he mutters as the person sitting before the female left, his eyes lost and wide, “ i do not mean to both–– BOTHER you. where are –– or am i ? ” obviously he was scared, worried, some negative emotion. his fingers messing with each other as he looked at the other. this wasn’t his VILLAGE, this wasn’t the temple where he took trico. nothing was the same, there were lights that weren’t made from fire. maybe they had the same MAGIC from before. 

[ofrvins]

–– sally wilcox !

sally looked around, confused for a few seconds. “what the… what?!” she turned in a circle, nothing looking familiar. she knew she wasn’t in spooksville anymore… but where was she? “how is this even possi — it’s spooksville, of course it’s possible… god, i’m gonna — i’m gonna kill them,” she rambled.

there wasn’t much he could do when it came to speech, he could repeat things if he heard it, and that might’ve been the extent of it. he knew a few words here and there, but other than that, everything else was gibberish to him. “th–– them ? who is them ? did someone put me and you here ?” his words came out choppy and disconnected, like they didn’t belong together.

[ofrvins]

–– bastion !

     “ this is called a french fry? is it actually from france? ravi de vous rencontrer, fry, je m'appelle bastion. ” yes. she was trying to talk to a french fry.

       brows furrowed, the boy sighed, not exactly understand the french that they spoke. “ huh ? ” he looked at what the other held in their hand, narrowing his eyes. “ french fry ? do you know what it does ? ”

[cirilafiona]