❝ 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃.

» written by rusch

[ryses-blog]

          ❝  Try to shove me off the stool, will he?          I guess he’ll have a hard time finding his grimoires          for the next month. Or I could rearrange his entire          workshop. Or burn it down.  ❞

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          ❝ Cookies are far from the worst thing he’s eaten. ❞

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          ❝ Really don’t think demons could be eating that many cookies.                     But, you know, I’m just a plain old monster hunting kind of guy. ❞

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         ❝ I made five batches of cookies, and guess who’s                             gonna eat every single one of them  ? ❞

[fahliing-blog]

     She isn’t more direct than a cold shoulder if only because he isn’t, either. A hand slips up her neck to curl in the long fiery tresses, smoothing the strands that rarely see the light of day. 

          “ I’m not insinuating anything, Seth. You never come with me on patrols – that’s typically within the realm of your brother’s territory. “

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        ❝ I normally come this way. ❞

     It isn’t a lie; you would of walked this way whether she was here or not ─ and here she is. Perhaps you were simply used to walking with another. Years with Ray running circles around you has become almost ritualistic, and you hard batted an eye at her shenanigans anymore. You, however offhandedly, assume it’s merely a habit of yours.

        ❝ Still doing patrols. Nothing changed.                       Quiet, controlled. Living. ❞

     Open musing; quiet words uttered with a hushed breath. Thoughts so rarely heard. Fahl was a small territory which belonged to the minuscule continent of Ireldia. And, compared to the world around you, it wasn’t on any map you’ve lain your eyes on. A territory barely known to the rest of Iel, isolated from it’s decline.

        ❝ It’s strange to think about. ❞

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     Children are a hassle. Angels are a pain. Put them together, and frankly, you’re in a constant state of questioning of the hows & whys you’re stuck with one. Ray was a sweet and innocent child, who wished for nothing more than to befriend everything that is remotely alive, and to eat nothing but flowers at any given moment. Then there was you, the dreadfully efficient mercenary who disliked both those children and those angels, yet you were the poor fool who had gotten caught up with one nonetheless. Dumb luck, you claimed it to be, but you were just as dimwitted to follow through with spoken words.

         ❝ Mm, I wish Verner hadn’t made me run            errands for him then. ❞

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                      “ Seth  ? “ 

         ❝ No. ❞

                                  “ Seth  ? “ 

         ❝ No. ❞

                                                   “ Seth  ! “ 

         ❝ Say my name one more time, Ray.             I will dump you into a lake. ❞

                                         “ ... You know I can swim. “

         ❝ Go to sleep. ❞

[fahliing-blog]

              “ It, statistically, happens every other time you come               home and pick me up while I’m on patrol when you               get in. If you chuck me, Verner Avanteogo, I swear to               Proxima that I will make you sleep outside and you               won’t get welcome home cuddles for the next two               centuries. “

     She has an absolute death grip on his coat, just in case he decides to send her flying over the ledge towards the water. He’s chucked her over the edge far too many times for her to believe that his intentions are entirely pure and without mischief. 

[ryses-blog]

     Lips are pulled wide ‘til jagged teeth peak passed that devilish curl they so frequently display. Jacquelyn, by any means, is far from wrong to suggest you’ve the history to support everything except you being on your best behaviour at all hours of the day. Her grip on your clothing as you so carelessly tote her around certainly signifies that you have done exactly what you said you wouldn’t do ─ though what she says does betray some length of what she’ll do to you if you do follow through. She’ll certainly lock you out, and she’ll certainly deny you the physical attention you  long for, but hardly for the span she threatens.

         ❝ That’s harsh, Jac. Am I that bad  ? ❞

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         ❝ ─ Put that thing where you got that from,                    or so help me, I will ruin your life. ❞

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          ❝ It happened one time, and you think                      I’m going to do it again, Jac  ? ❞

     It’s happened multiple times, Verner. And everyone who knows you knows that you’re prone to do it again. And that applies to anything you do.

          ❝ Just because I’ve chucked you before doesn’t            mean that every time I pick you up I’ll keep doing it.            How long have you known me  ? ❞

[fahliing-blog]

               “ I don’t think I have ever seen someone baby-talk a                plant before. At least not a plant that’s… not capable                of replying. “

     That is one befuddled expression, Iden.

[ryses-blog]

     You’ve been in embarrassing situations before. You’ve been cornered and startled by your guild master in the past. And, let’s be honest Iden, you’ve been spooked and found doing incriminating things by Imogen. This was something that’s happened more times than you would ever like to admit. And this? This was some next level of awful, and she’s (yet again) got you in a bundle.

          ❝ I-I ─ Psh, no. I’m not baby-talking it.                                I’m ─ I’m helping it grow.               Don’t you know anything about botany  ? ❞

     Iden, you were most certainly baby-talking the damn plant.

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          ❝ Oh, come on. Don’t look at me like that, Imogen.                   I haven’t done anything out of the ordinary. ❞

     A pause.

          ❝ Anything stranger than normal. ❞

[somesubparstuff]

scribs while on vacation

[ryses-blog]

         ❝ Are you insinuating I should leave you to your walk  ?           I thought you to be a little more direct than this, Jacquelyn. ❞

     She wasn’t. You knew she wasn’t, and she knew that you were aware of this. And here you were anyway, trailing  after here like some needy house cat. Genius.

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         ❝ HOLY COW, THERE’S A GROWLITHE IN OS’ ROOM. ❞

[somesubparstuff]

i said i would never touch another half dragon oc again and cyrus happened. oops.

[serengwyliwr-blog]

The smaller woman adjusts the strap across her shoulder, carrying a messengers bag - much too large for someone her height. But she traces a thumb down the strap, perfectly content with it. Feeling the material has a calming effect on her, and it’s not long before a calm expression is worn. Like him, she also had reason to keep her aggression in check. Violent tendencies will have to be curbed if she aims to make a positive name for herself.

“Seems like the general consensus, yeah.” A shrug accompanied her words, at a loss of what else to say. Hearing about the elves, though, interested her somewhat. Though it made sense, with how much she wanted to learn of the world around her.

   “Ah, so that’s it. Well, you may find elves in Dis Ni. I haven’t seen anyone my height in this city, though.”

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     She’s a tiny thing, even when compared to you.(And, let’s be honest, you’re not quite the tallest, nor built to be the strongest) Admittedly, you’re not sure how she managed to carry around something of that size ─ but you’re not here to question the tenacity of a human. Though, you do have to wonder why she’s toting something of that size. A thought for another time; you place your attention elsewhere with your lips pressed into a thin line.

         ❝ In retrospect, I’m not surprised, but.            You know. It’s here nor there, my man.            I guess it’s my fault for jumping to conclusions. 

          But, since I have you here,                  maybe you can help me out a bit. ❞