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[assharas-blog]

     Returning here hadn’t been unexpected; it was always a possibility. After all, he had been here twice before-- both being when he was younger, before everything happened. Perhaps it was due to the fact he had been in the middle of something so important that he felt a twinge of annoyance, but it was quickly brushed aside in favor of rational thought. It was true that now he was older and actually had housing-- but being here meant prolonging the confrontation with Arba, something he’d have preferred to get to as soon as he could have. Of course, it also meant leaving behind Hakuryuu and Morgiana, though if his memories of his last visit was accurate, they wouldn’t even notice he was gone. 

     It was purely coincidental that he actually caught sight of said Fanalis while thinking like this, even if there was an obvious change in her appearance he noted right away. Still, such a thing didn’t perturb him in the slightest when it meant seeing his dear friend.

     ❝ Mor! ❞  

     Bounding over to her with the cheer of a child, a smile wide on his face, he felt amusement at the sight of her below him. Before, he had stood at least a head above her. Now, she was even shorter. When he had been younger, Aladdin had always stood on his toes to try and seem taller when around his older friends-- now, he didn’t have to. ❝ Time really does operate strangely here, huh? In the time I’ve been gone, so little has changed here. Seeing you like this sure brings back memories! ❞  

[sanguinetactics]

CORAILLE

It started off innocently enough as the young couple going on a date. Both of them had come to the realization that after having been reunited in this city, they hadn’t a lot of time to be together. And with the chaos happening in the city, that was to be expected. Having found a day to finally do so, the two opted to spend their day just.. being with each other, really. Nothing over the top was necessary so as long as the two were just around each other.

It was kind of at this moment of being alone with Morgiana did Morgan come to really understand the kind of radiant personality and girl she was. Strong and dependable yet.. at the same time, not afraid to show her true feelings when prompted or given. 

It honestly only saddened him to think there might still be something between them that she may have been hiding. There were secrets on his end of course such as his lineage and who he was but some how maybe he thought it’d be alright.. after all, they were happier this way. But could such a relationship be built on hiding so much from each other? Only when he realized he was being spoken to would he speak up. 

“ Oh! Uh.. c..chocolate? “

They were of course naturally nowhere near such an establishment that sold chocolate. 

[iskanderrekik]

#rock #morjen #corail #coraille #sousmarine #underwater #sediment #sedimentology (à Port De Tabarka)

[riftmagi-blog]

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Yunan took a deep breath as he eyed the city around him.  Sector 001 was truly to his liking.  Just as with the Great Rift, this sector as well seemed to be a maze, at least for some.  That and it felt as though everything was clustered together.   The only thing about it was that there were so many people. If it could be secluded, that would be pure bliss.  Not that the Wandering Magi disliked people, it was just that he liked his seclusion from time to time.  After all, he hardly had any visitors in the Great Rift.  And it had been a long time since he arrived in this city and was able to sit down and enjoy the company of someone.  

Certainly the Magi stood out in this world.  He kept his old clothes and hat, items that could easily distinguish him from many others.   The same could be said about others.  Just as Yunan was about to yearn to be back in his small home in the Rift, he noticed the familiar red hair that any from Solomon’s world would be able to recognize as belonging to a Fanalis.  And to the Wandering Magi who knew most of the Fanalis, he surely recognized this one, and so he gave his greeting, “Hello Morgiana.”

[inqeradarchive]

@coraille

【 TO: MORGIANA 】

[ TEXT ] morgiana [ TEXT ] are you alright? [ TEXT ] i’m sure you can handle things yourself but [ TEXT ] ja’far is worried. you know how he is.

It’s true, but he isn’t asking for Ja’far; he’s asking because he’s worried too.

[rezalv-blog]

coraille.

                The air was crisp, nearly refreshing as he took a breath but chilling as it grazed against his skin. A slight shiver ran through his body, a natural reaction to the sudden wintry weather that enveloped him completely. This served as the least of his concerns however; other, more prominent thoughts had had his mind engaged. His sudden presence within this city had him in a state of disarray; though the situation had been explained to him a noteworthy amount of times, the very concept was still unimaginable to him.

A soft abrupt moan pressed passed his lips; he retracted his arms from his sides and promptly folded them across his chest, an attempt to conduct heat to his now stinging fingers. His feet began to drag, feeling heavy as if they were lead—his quick and hard footsteps had now been struggling. Halting, he reclined back against a nearby wall, its uneven surface harsh on his back. Though he was cold, his head had been warm and aching—and that pain would grow ever more when his eyes met with the bright, unfamiliar lights that adorned the long streets.

The sadness that he had been repressing for awhile now had begun to wash over him, yet he had no tears to shed. His head hung low as his lids fluttered shut; the distant ambience of crowds chattering reached his ear along with the constant sound of the wind howling passed him. It was faint, but he could also hear footsteps that had seemingly been approaching him—those very same footsteps would cease soon after. He shifted slightly where he stood, arms dropping to his sides and subsequently he managed to glance up out of caution.

                He met her gaze—though her eyes were striking, piercing almost, they had also had sense of compassion and warmth in them. Several moments would pass before his stare would begin to waver from her own—his brows creased slightly as his gaze peered down at the pavement beneath them. At a loss of what to do, he gave her weak smile of acknowledgement before stepping passed her.

[sanguinetactics]

@radical---dreamer DREW THIS AND I’M LITEARLLY IN TEARS