#;interactions

[etherealsinners]

[ lock ] aurora and rory lock eyes across the room

there isn't much he can say about his existence that isn't soaked in the aftermath of his defining choices regarding love. that he is and will always be weighted by the choices he made when naivety was an option. now centuries on the only change is the hesitance. the walls placed between himself and feelings just in case because for all the good he might exude, there are parts of him which fear the consequence of love. the pain that can come attached to it. the darkness that might overtake every dream just because he dares to feel something deeper than himself. she is a defining exception. the darkness he had diagnosed himself with had never been prepared for the light she simply was. he could certainly fight it himself but at his core he was still that same man, foolish enough to have it draw him in because he could never truly imagine his life without that feeling. without love or something akin to it...something building towards it. she was the flame and he was but a moth happy to burn because of it.

he does his best to not recognise her pull straight away. to engage with the people they knew, the pirates that they associated with. his words feel like a blur of nothing even in his own mind, the very autopilot he'd found himself falling into the moment his gaze found her own and the rest of the room dimmed to nothing. he sees her as he often does but with a difference now. something that pulls at his chest, dares him to make his way across the room with many apologies to those around him. he could and would return to the more important conversations later. rory teeters off to the side, hoping to have hid himself enough that his approach might be something a little more unexpected. that his grin might set her alight the same way she does him. " my mother used to tell me the only thing that got her through events like this, was searching for my father in the crowd – i'd argue I hadn't understood that until now. " he laughs, maybe at the ridiculous sound of it. that he's aware she'll likely understand the deeper context to what he's saying. then he dips, a quiet moment to take her hand and place a kiss to the back of it. to linger for a moment, embracing his now moth status. " why is it that I can think of not a single smart thing the moment you even breathe the same air..." he feigns a frown though there is a clear lightness to it. " love potions. " rory nods at his words. certain that is the only answer and finding amusement in it because he's also very aware how wrong he is.

[faeriddled]

There were no circumstances under which Finn would allow himself to suffer, there were only a few people worth his sacrifice and during the terrible end of the party, he could not find them.  There was a mystery now, a threat, an unsolved riddle and yet he knew it was not in his hands to solve it, he had to continue being the light the town needed, the excitement that had to keep the Fae alive.

It did not mean he would not check on the girl who had spent days  of travel with him, shared laughs and mischief alike. He was waiting for her to open the door, leaning against the familiar wall, knowing he could easily go through if he wished, everything around him was earth, particles he could move with ease, and still he respected privacy. “ Come on Maia, I have to be back in two hours.” Closed starter: @blacksheepfms

[crocodilerockingx]

Oliver was sure she was ready to take the dog in. he loved his job, he loved animals and he loved bringing them together with humans. Clapping his hands, a bright grin came across his lips. “Perfect! I know you did the right thing and Reggie will absolutely love you til... Well, forever.” he said. And yes, even the little dog seemed to wiggle his tail even more now that he found a home. “Let’s go inside to go over the papers. And then, you two can head home.” he smiled. And while they walked back inside, Oliver couldn't help but to glance over at her every now and then.

And he wondered, did she remember him?

@itsonlyhxman - cont.

[mpxbes]

;gratitude

Continued from here w/ @mphecate

Accepting gifts was always... hard. Considering he had been rescued and brought to an island full of magic and wonder, one would assume Bes had an extraordinary childhood- the type that movies were made of and human children played for pretend. He was well aware of how lucky he was to be alive let alone in a place like Mount Phoenix. His upbringing had been far from a fairytale, though. There were no loving families clamoring to adopt a stray here- if at all -and when there was an unsettlingly large chunk of a whole population that had never even met one of their parents? To put it simply, the council had guaranteed Bes's survival because it had to. As a ward of the council, he was provided food and shelter and supervision when necessary to keep him alive. Obviously, an infant didn't survive by its own devices and he had been cared for through his earliest years, but the feline was never far from the reminder that everything he had was given sheerly through obligation. The times he had spent in Hecate's care had always been bright spots in his memory; little moments of happiness. When he was returned to the supervision of the council and whichever deity had been tasked with him, everything tended to fade back to grey and it was always made a point that he remember he wasn't entitled to anything. So when he is given things like this Bes can't help but feel that same sense of dutiful gratitude. He can hear the words repeated to him a hundred times over that 'She didn't have to do this for you'. Which is true. There was a lot Hecate didn't have to do, but she had done it anyway. So Bes forces himself to fight the self-consciousness receiving this causes, repeating in his head the words Jinny had taught him. Not everything was out of pity. He was deserving of kindness. His existence is not a burden. "Thank you... I like it a lot." Admiring the new, probably expensive bag he speaks honestly and earnestly. His touch is reverent as it grazes the patch and his lips twitch into a bashful smile. This wasn't a necessity. She had gifted him something so simple but it means so much to him because she didn't have to do this for him... "I love it. I think I'll get more patches for it."

[cornerstonc]

cont. || @dreamsofalife​

The resigned look Natori wears speaks to a definite familiarity with this particular line of questioning. As well, when he answers, it’s with a distinctly tired tone.

“His Majesty has decreed it so. Therefore, it must be so. No complaining-- except on Thursdays, of course, when one can make their complaints official.”

[aintitfierce]

@infxnatum​ liked for a starter!

Oh, what an oddity his companion is today! Vanya says nothing, but he does circle the other a time or two curiously before launching into what is unlikely to net him any answers regarding his company. Ah, they have a tail like Sirree. How endearing.

“Someone recently told the Pretty Vanya that to use a thing is not to own it, and he has been turning it over in his mind ever since and does not know why. Hm. Hm.”

[hakuriverdragon]

The young vampire took a moment to look around before she turned back to the entrance of the bathhouse. "I-Is this place real?"

While the vampire lady had looked around, Haku had taken quick steps, standing -with a distance- before her now. With an emotionless expression (which he mostly put on while working), he observed the new guest. Yubaba had ordered him to await the newly arriving guests at the bridge in front of the bathhouse- and so he stood there in a waiting manner. "It's as real as I am", he answered her question. "It seems you have never been to Yubaba’s bathhouse before." He wondered where she came from. The bathhouse was quite famous in the spirit realm.