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[roseuscrystallum]

ascendnts replied to your post “" Are the flowers blooming from the trellises yours ?? "”

" They're very wonderful , yes. No aphids , no rotting scent , and no maneaters. "

     “You sound like you’ve seen your fair share of lovely plants and creatures. This must be quite the pleasant change for you.”

[roseuscrystallum]

" Are you tired of being nice ?? Don't you just want to go apeshit ?? "

@ascendnts

     “Can’t really say that’s crossed my mind. It’s not like I’m actively trying to be nice. I’m just trying to be civil.” Letting loose was one thing, but somehow she felt that he meant far more than simply that.

[moon-caughtar]

Jace spots a bandit concealed behind a tree ; knife drawn , position primed for striking. Silver irises searched about for their intended targert --- there. His body lurched. A woman with green hair's their mark. One step , two. Jace sprints , tackling the bandit with the full force of his body weight. Enough to make the bandit topple over and fall victim to the edge of his lance scraping their nape. " Got 'em !! " Whoops. Was he ( intentionally ) too loud ?? ( L'Arachel. )

@ascendnts

       She hears a loud ‘thud’ echo against the trees from behind her, kicking up blades of grass and scattering a handful of birds from the safety if their nests. With her staff grasped firmly within her hands, she twists about on her heels to face the sound; golden locks shimmering beneath the light cast by the sun still hanging overhead. Her lips are quick to twist upwards into a brilliant smile as her gaze falls upon the man pinning down a rather brutish-looking fiend whose luck had run short and found himself on the end of the other’s lance. But there’s no doubt in her mind that he looked familiar - what with his lopsided mustache, missing tooth, and balding scalp it would have been downright criminal of her not to recognize the monster she had spent the better part of the past week attempting to draw out from the murky shadows where he so belonged. And what a horrible man he was - one that had raided countless villages with his hand of thieves that she, Dozla, and Rennac had so valiantly done away with not that long ago. Unfortunately, their deplorable leader had managed to slip through their fingers, but villains never strayed from and she had been convinced he would show his slimy nose again sooner or later. 

         And how wonderful that it was sooner rather than later. At last he had been put to justice for his heinous crimes, never able to bother the commonfolk again. Tonight, those poor village maidens would be able to rest at ease knowing they would be safe from the foul beast that had plagued them for so long. “Wonderful, splendid, truly magnificent!” she praised; practically singing the words as she hopped over to the man, brushing her long, wild bangs from her eyes as she leaned forward to get a closer look at him. While she didn’t know, she was rather quick to judge him a heroic individual. Why, someone might ask - someone who would assume she was only grateful he may have just saved her life. But, oh no, that was hardly the case. She knew her own breed the moment she laid eyes on someone, and she could tell this man was a quite the unique person. Of course, well, his assistance did give him a leg up, she liked to believe she hadn’t need of it.       

       “You have my upmost gratitude for your assistance in taking down that fiendish brute. He had been terrorizing innocent civilians for days on end, but he was proving difficult to subdue. It appears my plan worked; however! I knew he would surely attempt to attack me if I were alone. As you can see, that is exactly what happened!” She sounds both proud of herself and pleased with herself for someone who had nearly been jumped with a knife if not for some stranger’s aid. She almost speaks as if she had been half-expecting someone to leap out and take the man down. Though, that’s entirely possible given her two partners were rarely ever far from her side. To be frank, attempting to guess what she may have been thinking would have been a fool’s errand. 

          Tucking her staff behind her back, she greeted him with a more polite and formal smile. Her head still held high as she stood before the two men who both easily towered over her (or well, had, in the case of the man who had met his well-earned demise - she wouldn’t exactly condone murder, but there truly people so awful that they were no better than the actual fiends that stalked these lands in the darkness of night).  “It would be impolite of me not to know the name of a gallant hero such as yourself so may I ask who I share in this noble victory with?”   

[xlicnhearted]

( HONK IF YOU LOVE JESUS. )

     HONK INTENSIFIES

[moon-caughtar]

" Hey. " Jace produces a scrap of torn paper from his pocket ; it appears to be a letter. " I dunno what this scribbled parchment's consists of , but I suppose it's yours because the torn part obscured a quarter of your name. " ( Ashe. )

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    Dragging his attention away from the old fable his nose had been buried in at the sound of another’s voice, his gaze lifted upwards to greet the other with a somewhat hesitant smile. Confusion swept across his bright, green eyes and smooth lips as Jace’s words sunk in. A letter? He did write to his brother and sister from time to time, but his brother’s handwriting was criminally awful and he doubted anyone other than himself could have read it, and he’d just sent a letter back to his sister the other day. Would she write another one so soon? He supposed, with everything that had happened to Lord Lonato it would only be natural for them to worry about him, as he did for them. But it’s a quick glance at the crumpled remains of the paper that chases off any thoughts that his brother or sister had written him so soon in such a short period of time and makes his heart sink deep into the still uncertain pit of his stomach. He knows that handwriting, even torn and wrinkled, he knew that signature like the back of his own hand, after all, it was very similar to his own because that hand had taught him how to both read and write, and, thus, he still tried to imitate it to this day.

      This was a letter Lord Lonato had written. Had one of the cats on campus gotten into his collection? He kept every letter his family sent him, but he supposed the likelihood of one of the strays actually getting into his room was extremely slim. While he did leave his door open for them, and they did wander in from time to time, he had always kept the letters his brother, sister, and Lord Lonato had written him tucked away in a chest for safe keeping. And last he checked, cats and dogs didn’t have the key to that chest or the ability to unlock one even if they did happen to stumble upon it. Ah, that must have meant it had been a letter that had never been sent. He could have even been carrying it on his person when he had died, so it could have gotten tangled up in his remains when he had been cremated. This piece had…probably been picked up the wind while the rest had been lost. Seeing it, made his chest hurt. There were so many things he had wished he could have asked Lord Lonato, but now that chance had slipped through his fingers. This letter, though, probably would have answered most of them.       

       “Oh…yes, it’s mine.” He reached out with a trembling hand to take the piece from him, gingerly attempting to smooth out the creases, if only to confirm his suspicions that it had been Lord Lonato’s handwriting - there hadn’t been a doubt in his mind, but a part of him still wanted to see it evened out with his own eyes. Inhaling sharply at the sight of his name, he swallowed back the regret that threatened to creep up, and carefully tucked the remnants of a latter he would never get to read into the front pocket of his uniform for safe keeping until he could put it within the chest to make sure nothing ever got at it. “Thank you for giving it to me…it’s something important to me.”    

[roseuscrystallum]

" Are the flowers blooming from the trellises yours ?? "

Unprompted | @ascendnts

     “Yes, they are. Do you like them? It’s my hobby.”