#asagac

[thehonoredwon]

@asagac

Barely even minutes into his first team mission and Satoru was already bored. He leaned lazily against the rusty fence lining the grounds of the middle school he and his partner would be scouting as he scowled at his phone. Early. Why today had he decided to be early when he’d been paired with someone so painfully punctual as Suguru Geto? If he’d shown up late, the other boy would be there already and they could get started. Now he was stuck waiting when all he really wanted to do was storm into the building and get the damn case over with already. It wasn’t even a grade two– he probably could have handled this on his own if Yaga wasn’t such a stickler for team work. So irritating. So unnecessary.

Glancing back over his shoulder at the school, Satoru weighed the pros and cons of heading in alone and decided it wasn’t worth the headache of getting yelled at. He’d just have to suck it up, and when the time came to lay into whatever sorry curse was waiting for them inside, he’d prove to Yaga and Geto both exactly what a waste of time and talent it was to put him through these exercises.

The building was depressing as hell- all glass and concrete and sloppily mowed grass. It was an eyesore and he honestly wasn’t the least bit surprised it was haunted. Schools often were, but this place was ripe for it. The district must have had some serious budgeting issues if this is the kind of environment that was supposed to be fostering bright young minds. The thought did nothing to improve his mood. With mounting irritation, Satoru scrolled through his recent messages, confirming the time and place of their meeting and fired off a message. < Did the teacher’s pet get lost? >

[deniedpto]

@asagac liked for something, something.

"I don't have time for your nonsense right now, Haibara. I have to get going to work --

[schicksalsdorn]

@asagac / @mutasharid sent: sender grinds on receiver from behind while both are dressed. [For Estinien, from Vali.]

The dragoon was both confused and frustrated as they finally were allowed to enter Sharlayan. Who would have thought that crossing the borders would be this difficult? And why did nobody warn him that he had to come up with an explanation for his stay and occupation, luckily Krile had come to the stunned dragoon’s aid, but still he was not too pleased about the title he had earned himself. A wandering mercenary. Well, it was not entirely wrong, he did wander the lands, offering a helping hand to anyone who had a problem with beasts or fiends, though it also made him realize that he really did not have a home, that he did not have a place he belonged to.

But he did have a person he belonged to, a person that was his home. And that was enough, it was more than he had ever hoped for and more than he knew he deserved. Vali, black mage and infamous Warrior of Light, and Estinien belonged completely to him. He belonged with him, anything else was unimaginable. Even that he had the chance now to travel by his partner’s side, with everything the mage had been through with his journey to the First and the near-death experience, Estinien was incredibly relieved he finally had the chance to keep an eye on Vali, to protect him properly, to keep him safe. To sacrifice everything he had if that meant that the Warrior of Light would live. That was all that mattered.

After the little sightseeing tour through Sharlayan Estinien was relieved to finally have some peace and quiet. As they settled into their rooms, the dragoon was obviously sharing with Vali, did he rest Gae Bolg against the wall and then walked over to the table, intending to pour himself a glass of freshly pressed orange juice. But as he struggled to open the bottle did he feel an arm slip around his waist and not long after that was a body pressed against his from behind, a crotch pressed against his ass.

“Vali?”, Estinien asked with a raised eyebrow, but there was already the hint of a purr in his voice, he had always been very receptive to the mage’s affections and teasing both, especially now that they were reunited again. With both hands rested on the smooth surface of the table in front of him Estinien breathed a little sigh, arching his back ever so slightly to make it easier for the mage to grind against the curve of his ass.

“I expected you to be a lot more tired after this journey. Guess I was wrong?”, Estinien added as he smirked, acting all confident, while the tips of his ears already blushed in a gentle pink.

[kasaborn]

@asagac called; 'HC + 'Value', 'Passion', & 'Guilty' Via - ☔︎︎ Still accepting!

縁人__There's a common denominator between all three concepts, which is essentially the entire opus by which Enjin derives his entire sense of self affirmation; As I've said before, this guy is emulating some dear person who seems to have given him the basis of his values system, plus the rubric by which he assesses and brings people into his inner circle. He judges others based on how close they come to his values, and tends to resonate with people whose self-worth was stunted or cut short by their circumstances; It's very likely this is out of a sense of kinship, as it sounds like he also struggled with a state of ignominiousness himself. It would be why he always diverts any guilt others present him, either onto something that they can work on, or to shoulder it himself, as his own growth is secondary to ensuring the shelter over his comrades remains stalwart. His abilities, the shape of his soul and what means the most to him takes the shape of an actual engine, the heart of a device, that keeps it running and gives it the fuel to run - in that regard, one could say his own passion lies within those around him, whatever he can ignite in the people he cares about is what keeps him moving, as well._ _☔︎︎

[kasaborn]

@asagac called; “ fuck! seriously??? it’s like you're photoshopped! ” [From Jabber, LOL] . Via -☔︎︎ Still accepting!

縁人__Quiet, but not subtle, the miasma of his rancor never extended past the vital instrument he currently utilized as a pillar to support his weight, and as a hefty threat. Rudo's budding sense of community, of righteousness, that slowly rooting take that he belonged with others who saw him as himself - - Zanka's dispirited battle with self-affirmation, with worth, with the vainglorious notion that one could be spectacular without extensive prodigy - - - Gris' very life, all made into a hedonistic mockery by the batshit little fuck before him. The kid may have been able to overwhelm some other teenagers, but he was standing in front of an adult, now. The Cleaner was alone, today, a little more abnormal these days, but not unfounded, intending to pick up some supplies in a nearby town.

"H'ah? You're into some pretty weird shit, from what I've heard, so if that was a compliment, no thanks."

No warmth, no amusing lilting of rough tenors to give a sense of security when he spoke, just a tired, low drawl.

"I can't imagine you'd be stupid enough to target me in specific, so I'm guessing for your benefit you didn't mean to find me here." _ _☔︎︎

[kasaborn]

@asagac called; “ you’re getting drunk on watered down vodka like a fourteen year old girl. (AFFECTIONATE) ” [From Gris.]'. Via - ☔︎︎ Still accepting!

縁人__There were times when such tasteless observations would be met with more a defensive bark that lacked the follow-through in bite, but it was this guy. It was the guy who ensured they scraped by, survived, hauled them off of the grit and out of the fumes, so he didn't really feel like showing too much aggression, here. Or maybe he really was just more than halfway through tipsy. Yeah. That sounded right. That was the worst thing anyone had said to him in a minute. ...though, considering his charge and the intense knowledge of how terrifying a fourteen year old girl could be, the statement could be considered a compliment if you looked at it sideways, through a squint. A concentrated effort to look aptly agitated through the impending fog of alcohol poisoning, and the offending bottle was held aloft as though presenting an offering to some nagging god.

"Ehhhh? It was a gift! It might not be strong, but you can get drunk off anything if you've got enough of it. Just because it tastes like the ass of a boot doesn't mean I'm not gonna get something out of this. Try it, it's awful."

He spoke with all the reverence one would speak to someone dear to them, despite entrusting his beloved comrade with the nastiest acetone-tasting shit that had ever passed his lips. _ _☔︎︎

[kasaborn]

Continued from - ☔︎︎ @asagac

縁人__The expectation seemed obvious, so it wasn't long before the shit clogging the pipe was washed out along with the grievance in question. He didn't expect remorse, there were some things people didn't feel after a long enough time of being disallowed the normalcy of a cogent human psyche; He wasn't stupid, nor naive, and neither wasn't why he had vehemently insisted her blades and bullets never found purchase in another person's flesh.

"I remember. Also, I heard em' fine, I'm always listening."

The value of life was mutable in everyone's hands, and the less you gave a fuck about those around you, the less you'll care about what ends up happening to yourself. And that was selfish, that was flawed, they were all trying to survive, so why not use all that monstrous madness to protect something, instead? Rage against rage, despair against despair, they were cleaning up the vestiges of neglect and indifference - he knew what they were about behind it all, the mysteries, but he'd also rather fulfill some promises and dues while he was at it. Bringing people together meant those people under his banner were also filling in their own cracks, making themselves more whole while he kept the rain at bay. A glance askance as she held eye contact, allowing her to give anything and everything she felt was necessary, before peering down as a lighter and cigarette were removed from the endless confines of his coat.

"If that's what keeps you guessing, I don't mind being the bad guy in this, you want me to throw a fit or something? It can be for me until it's for you."

A few flicks of flame, a deep inhale, until fumes reached the air moments later, lacing the conversation with the distinct reek of second hand smoke.

"The fact you thought about it is good enough. Means you care enough about us, that it would make sense to you to have changed yourself because of us. I don't think it works like that, but it means you're doing pretty well."

A rumbling, contemplative tenor, with an expression that could be considered serene, before a furrow to the brows, and he would suddenly point his vice at her, almost accusingly. "Still means don't fuckin' do it, though!" _ _☔︎︎

[foundharmony]

"Oh, you mean like a weenie? MaY I TaKe YoUr hAt Miss?" [From Mira, just imagine she's making fun of a dude who tried hitting on Rumi.]

𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 🍍

            ✶⋆.˚ 🎙―  Wherever they went, it was never just any stranger flirting with them—it was always something a little 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥. No matter how much they tried to blend in, especially Rumi with her patterns now worn with pride, they still stood out. Most days, it was manageable, but today they'd caught the attention of a guy who seemed determined to set a new record for 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗧 pickup lines.

            After Mira managed to shoo him away, the three of them had collapsed into laughter, tears streaming down their faces.  ❛  Mira, stop  !  I swear, I'm gonna pee,  ❜  she gasped, clutching Mira’s arm as she tried to catch her breath. But she couldn’t stop laughing, not with Mira’s impression being so uncannily perfect.  ❛  No, but seriously — that’s exactly what he sounded like!  ❜