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📜 // for diamondea
sting: do you have any skeletons in your closet ? minerva: you mean literally or figuratively ? sting: honestly, the fact that i have to specify . . .
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sting: am I in trouble ? minerva: take a guess. sting: no ? minerva: take another guess.
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*sting and minerva skipping stones on lake* sting: it’s such a beautiful evening. minerva, whispering: take that you fucking lake
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📜 // from daimondea
♡ @daimondea
Mary: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Minerva: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.
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“ it’s hard to find life in something that’s already died ” // from daimondea
not a summers day — a collapsing castle. a wilting rose. a shattered mirror. such objects were what he could compare her to. beauty lingers among her, but corruption seeks her soul with malicious intent. the inner darkness feeds on her light — crippling the woman she was meant to be. the woman he saw everyday, even beneath the masks.
a thoughtful frown perched upon his lips, eyes grow more fierce. it was as if she tried so hard shun him. baring her fangs when her heart was too afraid. sting was far too stubborn to recoil at words born of insecurity. words born of hurt. he was no stranger to such feelings. the hollow emptiness that engulfs you. the grief with the power to pull the air from your lungs. it was suffocating. agonizing. but above all, it was lonely.
“ maybe ... ” he mutters, words fading as he gathers his thoughts. “ maybe death’s not so bad. if it means killing what only slows you down. ” he says ominously, unsure of exactly what he’s trying to convey. his lips initially moving without regret or clear intention. yet, sting still had a worlds worth of ideas to speak to her. a vast universe of thoughts rotting within him. “ you know what slows me down ? self doubt. ”
the white dragon brings reptilian pupils to find her emerald hues. brows knitting and tensing with each passing moment. his anger turning to determination. a burning need to make her feel. make her react. make her recognize the humanity she carries. he lifts his hand, fingers curling a stray strand of hand behind her ear. “ you can’t possibly be talking about yourself. because when i look at you — i see someone who’s alive. someone with . . . light. ”
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"It's not that easy, you know." // 👀👀👀👀 daimondea
❛ i wouldn’t know, ❜ he says, his tone sharp and initially void of emotion. sting urges her to separate herself from her father’s intricately crafted ideals. he knew only vaguely of the weight she bears — the pressure she was under. minerva didn’t open up enough to help him understand. their relationship was only skin deep thus far, so he was led to believe.
his gaze falls to the ground, finding it increasingly difficult to meet her eyes. he wasn’t one to lose his grip often — it was the one thing he held for dear life. as he felt his clenched fists tighten, he senses himself slipping. lips trembling mildly with disdain, he takes a few heavy breaths. ❛ but i — want to know. ❜
without a second thought sting extends his lonely hand to grasp hers. he squeezes her palm, dark hues finally lifting to focus upon hers. ❛ i just . . . want you to be honest with me. no more secrets. ❜
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@daimondea said: the cup in her hand is filled with tea — for now — but still the demon tigress did not feel calmed. “ remind me that it’s too early for wine, “ minerva complained, rubbing her temple and looking at her guildmate. “ it’s so tempting, with those fools around… “
Changes are always noted even subconsciously by the memory make mage ; easily recorded and easily drawn upon. The slightest shifts already alerting him to the fact she is far from relaxed at the present moment. But the minstrel does not yet break his silence. Not till she engages him does he offer a gentle laugh - one of agreement.
“ It is generally frowned upon at this hour to indulge in drinking already. Unless it is with brunch , at which time 10 a.m is typically seen as quite acceptable. “ Rufus offers - both reminding her as she wished against it AND providing an excuse should she wish to indulge after her cup of tea. “ Although I must confess , today even I am tempted. “ He adds , reclining his head slightly with a soft exhale. “ As memory serves , this clowning around is already more than the entirety of last week combined in the few hours it has been. “ It was shaping up to seem like it was going to be a rough and long day.
“ Care for brunch ? “ He offers , allowing a trace of subtle amusement in his voice.
@daimondea: Starter Call
A weary Salamander found himself lost in the massive city of Crocus, after coming here on a mission with just Happy. He’d been warned about how big the city truly was, and thought since he’d been here before, he’d remember how to get around. Well, a strong nose doesn’t help when you have absolutely no idea where to go, now does it ???
Slayer found his way to a food stall, purchasing something quite delectable, and slumping against a nearby park tree to enjoy his well earned meal. Before canines could meet bread between claws, it had disappeared into thin air. Optics shut tight, boy hadn’t noticed before the clack of fangs rang out against one another. Visage pained, emeralds blew wide to discover what had occurred.
❝ W - Wha - W - Who !? ... W - Where’d my sandwich go !? ❞
@daimondea said: “you are encouraging it. really rufus, i expected better of you.”
“ With the upmost respect , I care to disagree. I chose to avoid entanglement between two - “ He gives pause to select his words. “ single-tracked minds by not participating. I merely acknowledge a point made when it wasn’t made in a comparison remark. “
@daimondea said: "oh, rufus. happy birthday." a smile crosses the lady of saber's red lips, as she offered up a wrapped package. within he would find an old book of poetry from bellum, picked up on one of her trips there. "i saw this at an old bookstore and thought of you." // from daimondea~
it’s rufus’s birthday!
With theatrical grace , Rufus swept his hat off to place it over his chest as he gave a slight bow of his head accompanied by a cheerful smile. “ Thank you , I appreciate it. “ Another year come and gone as time continued to move forwards.
He placed his hat back on his head before accepting the wrapped gift with curious delight. He began to unwrap the present ( though not without , of course , memorizing how nice the present had looked before ) and smiled at the book in his hands. “ You know my tastes too well as the moon and waves know each other. “ Poetry had always been a favorite of Rufus’s , often evident in the man’s elaborate manner of speech. “ No doubt I shall enjoy this to its fullest both in its words and it’s matter of being a gift. “
