#azemana

[starmagicked]

@azemana said — ❛ [  STUCK  ] // from ardbert! ❜

from SEXUAL TENSION PROMPTS ( accepting )

a hot blush of red creeps onto rilha's cheeks as the warrior grabs her and pulls her into a tight closet. ears flatten against her head in protest, whines escaping her from her nose quietly. her body forcibly presses up against the other's, struggling to find personal space for herself with the closet being only so big.

❝ a - ardbert, wha — ❞ rilha gasps out, fingers pressing against each other shyly as a hazel gaze stares up at him. body shuffles slightly, trying to make more room, but only brushing against him further. a small yelp of embarrassment escapes her as she tries to calm down. ❝ wh - what are we doing in here . . ?? ❞

[turnsorrow]

// i just wanted to say that every time i read your threads i hear alisaie's voice-- like your characterization is spot on and i love it. have a lovely day~

This ask reminded me I needed the dote emote on ali JKNERMKM AAAAA thank you 🥺🥺 i’m a broken record but i still maintain that portraying alisaie is intimidating as fuck for me & coming over into this fandom not knowing anyone was a gamble on my confidence so KJNERMHKJNM THIS IS VERY SWEET i appreciate it 🥺

[fxrtunas]

@azemana​ from here!

    “Accidents happen,” Allan says, if only to assure her that he thinks nothing less of her, for he truly doesn’t. That, and it would be rather remiss of him to shame any patient he comes across that pays him for his services. Mana, of course, needn’t; no, this is more-so a courtesy than anything and were she anyone else, Allan would have either asked for gil or carried on his way. As it is, she recognizes him and knows of his abilities; declining the Warrior of Light help would only mar his association with her.

    He kneels next to her, grimacing as he inspects her snapped ankle. “I’ve been without my globe more times than I can count and retained injury without the means to heal myself as well,” he murmurs, if only to provide a calming backdrop of noise for her, absentminded in nature as the majority of his attention focuses on the injury. It would have to be set first then healed… unfortunate. He won’t warn her as he prepares to realign it, glancing up at her very briefly, and continues talking to distract her, “there is only so much we can do to prepare…” Then, abruptly, he sets it as quickly as possible, though he imagines the pain is still no small matter. “Apologies,” he mutters after, and keeps one hand supporting the swell of her limb as the other pushes aether into his globe.

[reapcrbunny]

@azemana​  |  from here

Since she'd heard of some primal activity around Aleport, Mana had gone to investigate the possibility of Leviathan appearing again. Each fight against the Mad Serpent cost so many lives and she wasn't about to risk that happening again-- not when they were so close to reaching an understanding with the Sahagin.

"Are you sure you don't mind? You've probably got enough on your plate. Still..." She pushed her glasses closer to the bridge of her nose. "I wouldn't say no. As long as you're not too busy, of course!" If the tempered Sahagin were causing trouble, she had to get to the bottom of it before it was too late.

(    🐇   )       PRIMALS WERE EVERYWHERE    it seemed,    time and time again even after defeating them once or twice.    they seemed to be repeat being a problem and she could barely catch a break.    she was doing what she could to broker peace with the beast tribes but it grew increasingly harder as of late with tempering and,    well,    the primals resurfacing    EVERY OTHER WEEK.

SHE SHRUGS,   offering a small smile as the concern of if she was busy or not was brought forward in the conversation.    she shrugged a shoulder,    not seeming to have any issues with helping whatsoever.        <     I HAVE A LOT    but that does not make me any less able or willing to assist you in what you need.     >      her gaze softens,    giving the au’ra a gentle   PAT UPON THE HEAD.