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He gives o r d e r s. I s t a b people. I think our roles are perfectly clear. ; rules ; about ; mun ; ranked ; indie! lon'qu from awakening ; ; please read the rules!

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⊰❂⊱ Pale skin was burning red, flames engulfing the girl as embarrassment settled in more and more. Ambient purple hues lifted, meeting his as they shone with confusion and fluster.

     ”Y-You… Do you truly believe that? I mean… it is so difficult… To think that someone would place me so high… Especially someone I am so fond of.” Once the words were out, she let her face tilt down, bright orbs falling to glue to her shoes as she tried to keep the overwhelming humiliation in.

     ”I r-really am fond of you…”

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---- "Is this truly such a shock, Olivia?" 

His reply is swift and blunt, just as he tends to be-- and yet, his softening features tell an entirely different tale. Closing his eyes in respite, he outstretches his hands and grasps onto her frail wrists, holding them in a careful fashion-- as if even his touch would be capable of breaking her. 

A moment passes. Two. With his eyes still closed, he uses the grip he has on her wrists to bring her closer to him and press his lips-- swiftly, gently-- across hers. The flush across his face is nothing short of a fire hydrant red, the heat emanating off of him one similar to a fire-- and yet, he can't bring himself to look at her.

"I h-happen to be." His throat catches, and he clears it before he can continue. "--F-fond of you as well."

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im on my vaike! (you should follow and interact hes an asshole and talks about himself a lot )

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---- Someone explain to him how he managed to sleep for long enough that the grass was able to grow up to his shoulders.

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M!A: Lon'qu is now pocket sized, perfect for travelling.

---- Everything is large and he is very confused.

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U ask. The people deliver. M!A: Lon'Qu is now 5 inches tall for 3 days. His clothes and sword shrink with him. He has a very high/squeaky/kawaii voice.

---- He swears he didn't fall asleep underneath the Mila Tree.

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someone m!a lonqu into a tiny lon'qu pls. pls

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[6:15:16 PM] ɱorgayn: [tiny gangrel voice] bring me the fire emblem!!

[6:15:34 PM] apple slice: u set the fire emblem on top of him and hes just like "please help its dark in here"

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---- Next time, don't stay up until morning training, you absolute idiot. He's so tired that he's passed out underneath a tree near the campsite-- and looks oddly peaceful for it.

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                    Setting her hands atop the table, she scooted back just slightly so they both had some leg room. No need to make things even more awkward than they were. Then again, the awkwardness of the situation could be blamed entirely on Lon’qu himself. He never seemed to know how to converse properly with anyone, woman or not.

                    “Who said there was a problem? I’m not here to throw fruit at you, if that’s what you are worried about,” she quipped, resting her chin in one hand and spinning a lock of pink hair around the finger of her other.

                    Lon’qu was quite the mysterious man—she had to wonder where his fear of women came from, and how he became such an experienced swordsman. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to ask, but she didn’t want the man to clam up and refuse to say anything. “I want to get to know you better,” she said simply.

                    “However, it is all up to you whether we become properly acquainted or not.” The last thing she wanted to do was make her fellow soldiers uncomfortable.

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---- It takes all of his willpower not to scoff at her words, although he wishes he could say otherwise. She seems strangely sincere as she wishes for something so utterly outlandish, and whilst he can see the more tactical advantages to knowing whom you're fighting with, he can't see himself knowing her for any other reason-- Was there any other reason? Surely, she doesn't want to befriend him; the notion seems so ridiculous in itself that he clears his throat to stop any emotions from bubbling onto his face.

"You know me well enough," he replies, and sets his utensils down on the wooden surface with a hollow clatter. "I stab things quickly. They die."

Not yet finished with his meal, yet reasonable content, he settles for staying solidly in his place and meeting her eyes, a disjointed flush rising onto his cheeks from the briefest of connection. Internally, he curses himself-- and the annoyed twitch of his brow reflects that.

"I'll answer any questions you have for me, Tactician-- but you shouldn't expect anything more. Not from me."

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mxgnifique replied to your post

did lon’qu do the lon’do bc it kinda looks like it from here o hon

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