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semi hiatus;; im still here, just busier than anticipated. this blog is being put on semi-hiatus. ill be on and off sporadically for a little while! for the next month at most.
i've been sick (to where it gives me a headache to be on the computer) so sorry for lack of activity! i plan to hit some replies over the weekend.
Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle.
It’s not that I don’t care. I’m just genetically predispositioned to not give a fuck.
(via onceuponamusing)
southfaire:
〔 ✦ 〕CELICA did not know much about Python’s situation, except that he was apart of the Deliverance and separated from said rebellion group. The earthquake had rattled her small group, but none of them were hurt terribly. They were, however, more than surprised when they came across the injured archer. The clerics had done a wonderful job in healing his wounds, though Celica knew that he was still distressed. She couldn’t blame him, because she would be the same way.
The priestess walked into the medical tent somewhat hesitantly, unsure of how Python would be. At his words to the healer, she couldn’t help but let a small smile curve on her lips. It was nice to be asked for, though she hardly doubted it was just for idle chit chat. She would move forward quietly, offering the blue haired man a small wave as she approached him.
❝ I’m right here, Python. What is it that you needed ? ❞
⎾ ➼ ⏋⏤ ❝ Man, you a psychic too? ❞ Python asks, eyebrow quirking at the priestess’ perfectly timed entrance. It’s supposed to be one of his usual sarcastic comments, but it falls flat. Python is frustrated and impatient. It shows. Still, he at least tries to sit up straighter and address Celica fairly. He doesn’t know much about her; mostly stuff he’s picked up from the clerics that have tended to him. What he does know is that none of this is her fault, so he can’t be purposefully rude or...whatever. He channels a certain green-haired soldier as he prepares an attempt at politeness.
❝ Be real with me, ❞ the archer says, after an initial pause. ❝ You’ve been real hospitable, and I’m grateful, but I have my own things to tend to y’know? So give it to me straight - is there any chance of me gettin’ back through this valley to the castle? ❞
“You look really tired.”
–FOUR WORD PROMPTS: ACCEPTING
⎾ ➼ ⏋⏤ ❝ And here I thought a solid two hours of sleep would keep me looking youthful and rejuvenated, ❞ Python deadpans, not unaware of Inigo’s spoken observation. ❝ Damn. ❞ Knowing they would be marching today, he’d at least tried to get some sleep last night. Wasn’t his fault he got restless and slept like shit when it was dark, though.
"You look really tired." — southfaire
–FOUR WORD PROMPTS: ACCEPTING
⎾ ➼ ⏋⏤ ❝ —-hmm? ❞ comes the delayed response. Python glances over towards the source of the words, eyes meeting the priestess’ concerned gaze. The archer purses his lips and pushes himself to a somewhat more-upright position, figuring Celica deserves what little focus he can actually muster right now. ❝ Prolly cause I am tired, ❞ he says pointedly, words slurring as he visibly stifles a yawn. Man, he could go for a nap.
waltziing:
“That is true…”
Inigo doubts neither of their capabilities, but he simply can’t let go of his apprehension. It could be because night shifts always make him feel this way, coupled with the fact that these lands remain unfamiliar to him. When Python gives him a smile, Inigo takes in a deep breath and tries to reciprocate it, but only after faintly doing it, he sighs and frowns again.
“Okay, I will but… One thing. For my sanity, what will we do if things don’t go as planned?”
⎾ ➼ ⏋⏤ ❝ As in, according to “official” plans? ❞ Python drawls, glancing back at the ever-fretful mercenary. He continues to saunter along the outskirts of the camp boundary, even as he emits a low chuckle. If anything was to go against official plans, it would be cause he went back to his tent to sleep. Python considers giving this as his answer, among other sarcastic quips to give Inigo a hard time. However, the poor lad is already surprisingly unnerved about watchman duty, given his capabilities in combat. Inigo needs more blind confidence or something, the archer thinks.
❝ If something happens, you go alert the higher-ups while I handle things here. ❞ comes the simple answer, offered with a shrug.
Four Word . Prompts
“Please, come with me.”
“You’re always number one.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I won’t let you.”
“Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“I’m not even sorry.”
“Honestly, just stop it.”
“I believe in you.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“Who were you with?”
“Please talk to me.”
“I can’t trust you.”
“I need you, though.”
“Don’t be fucking rude.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“So, it was you.”
“I need to go.”
“Just stay with me.”
“You can trust me.”
“Alright, I love you.”
“I’m sorry, but no.”
“Will you help me?”
“You’re a terrible cook.”
“Can you shut up!?”
“You love me, right?”
“I really need you.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“I really need you.”
“You don’t want me.”
“Let me help you.”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“I can’t do this.”
“You think you’re funny?”
“Hey, I said stop!”
“Will you marry me?”
“Wanna go out sometime?”
“I don’t want this.”
“You always this quiet?”
“Are you fucking insane!?”
“I don’t want you.”
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Sorry, were you sleeping?”
“This was never right.”
“You look really tired.”
“I’m out of here.”
“You need to go.”
"Alright, I'll leave you alone." — southfaire
–FIVE WORD PROMPTS: ACCEPTING
⎾ ➼ ⏋⏤ ❝ Thank you, ❞ Python huffs, settling back into the nook of the tree branch he’d been lounging in for the past hour. He’d already had two people come over and pester him, he didn’t need his newfound leader scolding him too. Python watches out of the corner of his eye as Celica turns to leave.
…..
…..
(She hadn’t come over to scold him. He knew that.)
❝ Celica, wait– ❞ Python grunts, begrudgingly pushing himself to an upright position. He swings his legs over the branch, chin resting in his hand with a heavy sigh. He owed her, and her army, a lot. ❝ Whad’ya need, priestess? ❞
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
–FIVE WORD PROMPTS: ACCEPTING
⎾ ➼ ⏋⏤ ❝ My my, is everyone in this land so quick to make assumptions?? ❞ Python asks, feigning innocence even as his lips quirked into an amused smirk. His answer hadn’t been anything too naughty. Hands raised to rest on his hips, assuming his typical lazy stance. (In reality, his hands were purposefully placed nearer to his quiver in the case this mamby-pamby troubadour decided to get more hostile and cause trouble.)
❝ The name’s Python. As long as you aren’t the one who’s been plaguing the eastern villages in Valentia, we got no problems here. ❞
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
--FIVE WORD PROMPTS: ACCEPTING
⎾ ➼ ⏋⏤ Dark eyes glanced up, then down, only to flicker up again. Cue the smirk. ❝ Riiiiight, and since you’re blushing I really believe you. Can I ask what you’re swearing on, exactly?? Gotta put it down on the record and all, you understand. Hope it ain’t anything IMPORTANT, is all I gotta say. Screwing up is bad, but screwing up in the armory?? Yikes. ❞
--STARTER FOR @southfaire
⎾ ➼ ⏋⏤ ❝ Ugh. ❞ Despite his lazy tendencies, Python had bored of being doted on in the medical tent. He needed to get back. The healing magic had done wonders after he’d gotten trapped in that landslide; they should let him leave. (“You couldn’t possibly go off on your own in this state!” the cleric’s words from a moment ago resounded.) Of course, he kept face by lounging about and keeping his impatience concealed. He didn’t need to be seen as injured and desperate.
How long since he’d gotten separated from the Deliverance anyways? He was no fool, and knew that with each passing day, his chances of a reunion plummeted. He could practically hear Forsyth’s scolding tone, and feel Lukas’ disappointed stare. Python smiled bitterly to himself. He’d always chided that Forsyth would be the idiot who charged off and got separated. Damned irony.
❝ --Where’s Celica? ❞ he said, glancing over to the cleric from before.
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
“zero fucks given. next please.”
--CONTINUED FROM [x]
“But what about. . ? Shouldn’t we. . ? How can you just. . !?”
N-nevermind. Very well, let’s keep moving.”
Python has apparently mastered something that Inigo could only pretend to do: not care when it’s not needed.
⎾ ➼ ⏋⏤ ❝ LISTEN. We don’t need to fix the gap in the barricade since we’re here guarding the camp, right?? It’d just be a waste of energy. On night shifts, the goal is always to conserve energy so that you stay awake. ❞ Python explains, voice not quite condescending. The lazy smile he offers as way of reassurance to the fretful Inigo does good to keep him appearing genuine.
❝ Trust ol’ Python. ❞
PERMANENT PLOTTING CALL.
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