#adfrango

[titanspunch]

@adfrango

“ thyou hokay ? ” he questions with a mouthful of food, eyeing the stranger up and down for any signs of injury. they seemed to have an odd gait to their walk and looked rather sickly, if going by appearance --- which was more noticeable as Seth stepped closer. he clears his throat after swallowing his food down, poking a straw into his milk carton where he holds it up to the other’s eye level.

“ i know, drink this !  milk cures all bad feelings. ”

[seithrveined]

      // @adfrango

          “Had to step away from the music too, huh?“

     The first night of the festival had a lot of high energy so far, with all the music and dancing going on around the area. But Ragna can only handle all that energy in small doses, so he had backed out to just watch from afar. And it seems like his fellow bystander had a similar mindset, although the Reaper is pretty sure that he hasn’t seen this stranger anywhere in the crowds before now.

[tovanity-blog]

"How curious..." That one would hide themselves away in such a vibrant event like this. The only plausible reason was that he did not want to be seen. Semiramis, however, is intrigued. The alleyway is empty, only the sounds of faint music from the festivities that weren't too far away and the clicking of her heels against the pavement as she nears him. Golden eyes gleam in the darkness, able to make out his silhouette. He does not give the scent of a normal human, in fact, gives off many scents of different kinds that she is not able to pinpoint. "That you should lurk here in the shadows whilst everyone enjoys the festivities..." She purrs, stopping only an arm's length away. She reaches out to touch, fingertips meeting the sleeve of clothing he wears.

"Tell me, why do you not come into the light?"

@adfrango

[lostdragonprince-blog]

@adfrango

The first night of the festival as a surprise to Euden, seeing as nothing really bad was happening even with the way the sky had been. Just a kind of nightly festival that was called the celebration of life. He was very interested in getting to be part of the festival itself and he just ended up calling out to the nearest person.

“Hey! Do you want to go over to the bonfire they made?“

[fuumikomi-blog]

✱ ❮ @adfrango ❯ event sc.

     Eyes follow blankly the trail of paper lantern boats adrift in the water. A hand to her face, a clear drink in the other ( definitely not water ), and a mountain of worries upon her shoulders. Sometimes she wishes that her sisters achieved this second chance at life much like herself. What happened after her sinking? Was the war won? Atago would never know.

        ❝ I suppose there are some things better left unknown. ❞

[ulsterhero]

@adfrango liked for a starter !

as a heroic spirit, partaking in the consumption of food had no benefits to the body nor did it stave off hunger, for they no longer had that human limitation. rather, to eat was a decision made by the servant to simply do as such, indulge in it --- and lancer was no stranger to the thought when faced with deliciously scented cuisines.

the banquet had an endless choice of meats, breads, and the likes --- most of which was piled abnormally on one man’s plate  well, damn. “ hey --- i’m not gonna even ask why, but that much on your plate is bound to make you sick. ” 

[eusyram]

✨ ＭＡＫＥ ＳＯＭＥ ＢＯＮＥＳ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＩＴ

@adfrango​:

Good things come in pairs. 

Dates. Check! Couples. Check! XOXO Check, check! But it’s an oddly singular Mary Sue that finds herself finishing off a chicken at the Reason’s Bounty banquet in her Ward. That’s fine--she loves her food--except she’s found a wishbone too. And everyone knows it takes two to complete a wish.

She wipes it clean as much as she can before flitting through the crowds, skipping kids and oldies to find her perfect match and

There!

“Hey, wait, don’t leave just yet! I---”

WHAM!

T-that’s right, it’s super hard to run in the dark!

“I...have a...bone...to pick with you...”

[ouhebi]

the dead are knocking at the door, aren’t they, @adfrango ?

❛  my, my!  ❜

( it commands attention ; the scattered people around archimedes were like pests, worms, insects under his boot, but this one had been interesting, to say the least. who had disfigured his body so? what sort of tragedy lay in this one’s story? was he nothing more than a lab rat from experimentation? my, the possibilities! )

❛  death is a rather morbid subject to dedicate an entire festival to, no?  ❜

( you reek of it.  crack yourself open & reveal the hardships oozing out of your worthless soul, won’t you? )