#enemiesofinnocence

[ghostofnibelheim]

@enemiesofinnocence || Continued~

"It's almost impressive... really." Sefirah's voice retained a very specific and discernible tone when he tried really hard to find something to say that may be considered a compliment. Or that he thought it'd be. Sometimes he misfired... with Khum'a more than most.

Even as they walked, he couldn't spare glances towards his companion every now and then. He was pretty sure he noticed a discoloration around the legs that told just where the skin that would typically receive sunlight ended and where Khum'a's most private areas would begin. And the way that armor closed just at the edge of the ribcage...

"I knew some felines have the ability to squeeze their busts through narrow spaces in ways a Hyur or a Viera could not, but I had no idea this ability extended to the Miqo'te. I imagine holding you inside a cage would be a challenge."

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“Look at all this snow. Imagine if it was sand, but still cold. No wait, warm snow. Man, that’d be cool..” //for Sefirah from Khum'a

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Drunk Starters || Always Accepting~

"... No, it would not be cool. Warm is the opposite of cool, Khum'a." Sefirah doesn't need the sharp nose of a Miqo'te to smell the ale. His eyes look down at the cup in his companion's hand with a skeptical frown. "How many have you had, now? You're spouting more nonsense than your normal fare."

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💋for Sefirah from Khum'a... he might be a lil bit drunk.

Kiss My Muse! || Always Accepting~

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There was one aspect that was difficult to tolerate about the Miqo'te.

Turns out, the feline-like race is just as susceptible to the intoxication of alcohol as most of the other spoken races of Hydaelyn. That is not the concerning part. The concerning part is that they remain as quick and unpredictable as they can be when sober.

More clumsy and accident-prone, obviously. But still too fast to be stopped in time.

And when Khum'a's lips smack straight on his nose, Sefirah is immediately punched by the strong odor of ale in his breath. It's strong enough to make him slightly lightheaded for a second. And it burns. The samurai quickly retracts, blinking his stupor away as he gives his companion a scowl.

"That was my nose, Khum'a. It is not a place where mouths belong. Much less one so heavy with spirits."

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🎲+🥃a bottle of Valens and a competitive cat... recipe for success...? :3

For Sefirah of course, from @enemiesofinnocence

Roll for initiative! || Always Accepting~

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"Come again?"

There was no effort made on Sefirah's behalf to conceal the puzzlement that overtook him in that moment. With a pale brow raised to almost disappear behind the messy bangs, he continued to watch Khum'a meticulously setting up the gaming board between them.

"You want to play Triple Triad... while we're drinking?" The Veena asked, redundantly maybe, but hoping the real implications of that suggestion would dawn on his companion if he actually heard his own words turned back to him.

Maybe he should make it clearer. "There is math involved in this game, Khu. A horrible partner to intoxication."

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Boops Sefirah on his majestic snoot.

(From @enemiesofinnocence)

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Not his most sensitive nose!

"There better be a good reason for that." The samurai raised his chin, looking haughty. But really, he was just trying to protect his face... as if that single inch upwards would make that kind of difference.

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😘

For Sefirah, from Khum'a x3c @enemiesofinnocence

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Emoji Prompts || Always Accepting~

When had he become so relaxed and comfortable in this place, to the point of letting somebody step into his personal space and kiss him in his sleep? Sefirah could swear that until not too long ago, anyone attempting this would have ended up with a spear through the throat.

No, maybe it wasn't the place he was comfortable with, so much as Khum'a's presence. The Miqo'te felt natural by his side, against his skin, and even in his favorite sleeping spot under the tree by their home. His kiss, soft and warm like the touch of the sun, had been quick but still lingered with its presence on Sefirah's lips.

The Veena's eyes opened, and he slowly blinked his torpor away. The shade of the wooden deck protected him from the light of the spring sun at its peak bell.

"Back so soon?" He greeted him, still sleepy. Sefirah shifted to rest on one side, stretching his spine as he heaved a sigh of relief. "I thought you were busy today."

[rebelichor]

Khum'a gives her his last raspberry torte. And yes, he is always hungry...

Give Ariadne an item and see how she reacts. feat. @enemiesofinnocence

The other Keeper all but shoved the delicacy into her hand without so much as looking at her. She leaned a little to better look at Khum'a, to no avail. Instead her attention turned to the raspberry torte itself. Ariadne sniffed it once, took a delicate little nip — and her ears twitched skyward as she shoved the rest of it into her greedy mouth, sharp teeth gnashing the perfect balance of sweet and tart. Menphina's grace! They needed this recipe.

[rebelichor]

From @enemiesofinnocence// Khum'a

He would kiss the beauty spot... if indeed he knew what a beauty spot was, or how to even kiss it without making a damn fool of himself as he's wont to do.

So instead this miqo'te just scowls in her general direction and blobs his tongue out at her because why not?

Ariadne's ears flattened immediately. Her eyes narrowed at the other Keeper in a moody sidelong look as her tail subtly twitched to and fro.

There were no secrets between Mi'qote.

If Khum'a didn't look as sweat-stained as an Ul'dahn bedroll she might have bitten him on the ass by now.

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