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[asterites]

❝ so — the rumors are true, lady warrick has returned from the dead. ❞ the smile in her lips forms a curve of constellation. brightly-lit / pure, she radiates a natural hue of golden buoyancy and resonates. movements are animated like a symphony of sylph, softly bouncing one foot after another as she strives ever close to the other. her head tilts and eyes carefully blinks in observation, a single gesture that merely sought to confirm factual evidence against ghostly tales. ❝ come now, it hasn't been that long. surely you remember me ? ❞ // @ferricpawn

[feinic]

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'did  you  help  build  this  place?'  he's  heard  whispers  of  the  hideway,  but  never  thought  he'd  have  a  chance  to  see  it  for  himself.  now  that  he's  here,  joshua  never  wants  to  leave.  it's  so  different  from  the  castle  he  used  to  call  home,  but  that  feeling  is  the  same.  he  knows  deep  down  it's  because  of  clive  and  jill.  

'it's  increcible.  i  never  want  to  leave.'

[endaether]

FLAMES LICK AT THE SKINNED RABBIT, its frail figure rotating slowly on the spit. The darkness of the wood felt suffocating despite the warm glow of the fire. As Clive tends to their meal, his focus drifts to Jill - once, twice, three times he regards her, before fleeing to his task. Words evaded him, regardless of his astute efforts to find them. She sits upon a log, his ragged cloak tapering at her boots, but the distance between them has never felt greater. Jill may have survived Phoenix Gate, but thirteen years had morphed a little sister into a stranger. And, Clive couldn't bear it any longer.

❛ Jill, ❜ Clive abruptly turns to kneel before her, his baritone tears through the deafening silence. ❛ I ... ❜ he breathes, ❛ I feel as though we have barely spoken since we left the hideaway. ❜ His dark gaze dips, ❛ I would like to change that, but... it has been so long,  I don't know where to begin. ❜

THE LOML GETS A STARTER || @ferricpawn