#bittersweetthief

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@bittersweetthief // cont x

The doctor raises his glance after a brief, quick sip from his cup.  ❝My story?❞  he blinks, half not expecting the question to be asked. Perhaps it was a professional display for the bar tender to souse in small talks among his customers---yes, it was what he thought. His hands left the table after a deep thought, now folded before his knees. It was a sign of nervousness, of hesitance;  why he didn’t find pleasure in sharing his story---there were reasons only he himself knew. After a while, gathering his thoughts on what to say and what not to, he finally responds:  ❝I am a pediatrician.❞ Perhaps it came out a bit odd to introduce his occupancy that way, should he also tell him his name?  ❝You may call me Libra.❞

[grimahearted]

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     “You made this yourself? No offence, but you don’t really strike me as the baking type.”

[pxperhearts]

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“Some would rather cover their tracks, but it is a true measure of one’s worth in how they handle their past.”

[wovenredthread]

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“Yeah, that’s how it’s gonna be, buddy.”

     Can’t help it! That white monstrosity that falls from the sky only has one real use. What else is it good for? And then he had to go and miss!! What a blow to his ego. Still the declaration of war was made, so he should get ready to. Oh, DAMN!

     As he stood there thinking about all that like an idiot, Gray was suddenly reminded what snow tastes like. Whether that was where his opponent had aimed, or he conveniently moved into it, it didn’t matter. Point is he ate snow, reeling from the impact. Rather than take the hit for what it was, heseemed to comes to his senses. Might be the cold. It’s got him leaping away, looking for some sort of cover, grasping at snow as he runs. 

“YEAH, let’s DO THIS!”

     So maybeeee, the guy had some pretty fine reflexes, so what? That one hit’s all he gonna get. Because he, the genius Gray, has strategy!! Eyes peer out from behind the cabin he’s chosen. He has moved too?

[rossanianrose]

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The rider tended to rise earlier than most; a habit that formed the moment she swore fealty to House Virion - before then even. As she exited her tent, Cherche stifled a yawn and tasted the crisp morning air on her tongue.

Winter had descended upon the continent, sweeping over it slowly in a sea of white, crimson, and gold. It was a fine season and Ylisse’s temperate climates were pleasant compared to Rosanne’s bitter winters - it was also the opportune season to cook and share her favourite recipes with her fellow comrades. Minerva, however, did not share her love of the season. Being cold-blooded tended to do that.

And so, Cherche had spent the past couple of days knitting a hefty and lengthy scarf for her beloved wyvern, hoping to make the season a more pleasurable experience for her... or, at the very least, bearable.

She walked briskly, with purpose, towards the stables. Her massive undertakings piled neatly in her arms.

“Good morning,” she cooed quietly as she approached, hoping not to disturb any of the other animals. “I brought something for you,” a dulcet smile graces her lips as she began wrapping the scarf around the neck of her scaled companion.

[emblemevents-newyear]

Hi! I'd like to volunteer Gaius forward for a vendor's booth (Gaius' Winter Wonderland), if possible. He'll be selling a range of winter treats - hot chocolate, brownies, cookies, stews/soups to try and warm everyone up.

“Winter... wonderland. Done! You’ve been added to the list, Gaius. Here’s your permit- the marketplace is shaping up to be quite impressive, so I’m sure attendants will appreciate a chance to eat something between stalls.”

[grim-macabre]

The Prison-Break

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Dammit Gaius.

That score was definitely lost to her, but, it wasn’t actually the treasure she’d passed on worrying her. No it was the very idea she couldn’t reach her little brother in time before something terrible befell him. She of course keeping her distance and tabs on him had known that he had delved into thievery a choice she had mixed feelings about but, nothing to talk about.

Not to mention that she wasn’t going to be able to do anything subtle to help her little brother either, she groaned.

It was several days and nights travel before she reached the jail he was being held in, it was a trick to get in but, well her left ‘eye’ offered her a bit of advantage on slipping locks visions through walls.

Juno dropped in through the trap door into the dungeon silently effortlessly. There were a few catcall, wolf whistles albeit quiet ones from the few prisoners still woken at this time. She ignored them or threatened the louder ones with painful death if need be before finding a familiar orange tuft of hair on a prison bed a tap on the bars was followed by a voice it had been years since Gaius heard.

“Hey short-stack it’s time to get up, unless you wanna die there we gotta move.”

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“Put that thing away. It will contaminate my potion if you drop it, and then you really won’t like me.”