Jan 18, 2020
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// Ashen darlings! @ashen-enclave @astrolevitation @atomicdeke @tae-ffxiv @elegant-etienne ... And many, many others!
♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them
// Follow on to this “It’s alright,” he promises, even if Adrian isn’t awake to hear it. Gathering the other man up in his arms, he takes a breath before lifting, the muscles in his jaw jumping as he clenches his teeth with the effort. He is a far cry from the strongest of the Ashen’s various members even if people assume otherwise with his height, and the Viera is not quite the small figure his director is. He very nearly stumbles and curses, forcing himself to steady.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he whispers, more to himself through his teeth than the unconscious man in his arms as he rights himself.
It’s only a bump in an unfortunate place, he thinks, making his way to the nearest aetherite now that he’s steady on his feet. There is something deep and yawning in his chest, foreboding. Adrian was the first among the clinic that he could find himself willing to call a friend, possibly, and…It’s fine, he repeats, like a mantra.It’s fine.It’s fine.( @witchesandlotuses )
“If you vomit within the clinic, you will be staying to clean it up.” “‘Ve cleaned up worse.”
( @tae-ffxiv )
♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them
The bridge is out.
“We will simply have to go around, there is no use spending valuable time bemoaning our fate.”The director is projecting, perhaps, because Janijaire hasn’t uttered a word since his original observation of the bridge’s condition at the top of the hill. They had investigated anyway, both spending the last couple moments at the rivers edge and thinking of options–or perhaps she had been trying to stare the bridge back in to a working state. This is going to add half a day to their trip, and he rather suddenly realizes he isn’t in the mood.“Sorry for this.”“Why would this be your fau-OH!”
He leans to sweep Kowa up in to his arms and then steps in to the river in the same quick movement, walking onward before she can twist her way to freedom. It’s up to his thighs and frigid, but he knows how to dress for the region and he should remain dry as long as he doesn’t stumble and let water in to his tall boots.“Janijaire, you put me down. This. Instant.”
“If I put you down now, you’ll end up with hypothermia–stop wiggling, I haven’t done this in years.”
( @astrolevitation )
⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back
Too close. And far too familiar, Janijaire decides of the man leaning near his side. He doesn't touch him per se, but from his crossed arms he splays the fingers of one hand. There's a whisper of aether and then a gust, shoving the other Duskwight a good few feet in the other direction along the wall. He curls his fingers again and looks away, tone as icy as his eyes typically to look.
"I've yet to hear an apology for snapping at me like an angry hound the other night. You can keep your distance until then, since I seem to be such an irritant to you."( @atomicdeke )