#cakiiversary

[chocosand]

Did a sketch to celebrate 1 whole damn year of having these two losers Rp’ed and just, drawn and made fun of while admiring. Jack Casey , a noir[emo black hole] detective belongs to @deltastic And Kiiryon, the bratty snob of an elf belongs to me. Barghest [dog] is also a part of Del’s.

YAY HAPPY CAKIIVERSARY!

[endlesstonic]

A compilation of adventures Jack Casey and Kiiryon survived through in FFXIV. Hyur  Jack Casey belongs to @deltastic & Elezen  Kiiryon belongs to me. Lots of sitting and some funny moments as well moments we both enjoyed. Hopefully with many more to come. TANK - HEALER COMBO FTW

[endlesstonic]

“  He felt a buzzing boring into his skull, a shiver like a crackle of electricity that ran from the back of his head and settled in the fine scar that split his eyebrow and passed over his right eye. The bird’s beak looked wicked and sharp, a shining obsidian that was corporeal- not the hazy imaginings of a dream. As fire sparked from nowhere and lit the face of the beast, he knew it wasn’t something he could have come up with himself.

A tiny noise was all that came from Casey’s throat, a man typically so good with words, but he was struck silent at what was before him. He hadn’t expected to actually see what the ratty old man had described.

...Fearing more silence between he and the creature before him, Casey’s hand tightened in his pocket, still cupped around the watch there. He pulled it from his pocket too quickly, his warm hand slick against the shining silver, and it tilted unwieldy and dropped towards the ground. The chain slipped across his palm until he closed it, the watch hanging like a pendulum from his hand.

He let himself breathe.

“Thought we could make some kind’a trade.” ”

                                                                      -Jack Casey

    “     Silence would befall them once again. The man that stood before the raven was certainly intriguing by the matter of not having ran and yet fighting the desire to talk of his own needs, denying them. How absolutely intriguing he was, how rare. But alas, the sleuth dared to taunt the raven with a ‘trade’, a peculiar silver pocket watch. Reaching with a slow and fluid stretch, the finest of pattering would ring. And my…the cause was the finely tipped talons of the creatures hand. Never mind the fact the talons were five slender fingers covered in such an intricately made glove. With metal rings of a flourished embellishment to the finely sharp tips of each black finger.

  ...“You wish to trade?” Talons withdrew to hide in the fine drapery of leather and feather. “Dearest stranger, I desire the unique and oddities of your life. This pocket watch doesn’t represent such. “ It paused. “Tell me what ails you?” Begged the raven in a honeyed tone of voice. The alluring lilt echoing in the background with a challenging undertone of confidence, for the bird was quite confident all of man had something they desired.

“You have a desire to be fulfilled. I can give such ache a reprieve.” ”

                                                                     -Kiiryon                                                          [In response to Casey]