#flambcyant

[gerudospiriit]

" can i be honest with you ? " does he trust her ? not at all . but he also feared no consequences . so he just takes a single step closer to nabooru before leaning down enough to whisper , arms continue to be crossed - he had no ill intention towards her . his gaze never leaving their third troop member . " i also think zant is far too . . . eccentric . useful at times , though . " - @flamboycnt ( here to further indulge that hyrule warriors verse 8] )

Gold gaze lifted from the blade she cleaned in her lap, rising to meet that of the demon as he leaned down. His voice lowered, his own eyes pinned on the third member of their deadly trio, she understood the topic of conversation before he elaborated. To keep from drawing further suspicion, she returned her attention back to her blade, glancing along its curved edges for imperfections.

" I don't think any of us have much room to call anyone too eccentric, considering we all have some...particularly strange quirks of our own. " Ghirahim was a demon with a penchant for flair, drama, and flamboyancy. And she...well, in comparison to the other two, she was far more normal, but her lust for combat and improving her skills could verge on obsessive. " Besides...our master is only interested in two things: usefulness, which you already stated he possesses, and loyalty. And I think he's proven his loyalty. "

A crimson brow quirked. " Do you have concerns or something, Ghirahim? Or do you simply crave a little gossip to keep the down time interesting? "

[romeofates]

@flamboycnt  -- surprise starter !!

           byrne’s eyebrows lift, surprised by the other’s  voice.             “you’re asking me, bud, for what, exactly?”  he’s not            unused   to   the   service   of   demons,  but  there’s          something different. old, even. something unheard of            in new hyrule’s histories, before the great flood and             queen tetra’s coronation all that time ago, for the rails             to be established by the first of the spirits he had been             an apprentice to, before loyalty soured and powers grew             under a new master’s desire.

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@flambcyant

      Sam let out a breath, giving a shake of his head. 

      This wasn’t how she was supposed to find out. 

      She was supposed to be SAFE. Nothing was supposed to happen while he was away------ but then there had been his DREAMS. But those were just dreams. They had to be. He’d left the hunting life. That was the END of it.

                                        “Wait------ Jess!  I can explain. I know                                         what you saw, but that wasn’t exactly                                         Brady---”

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@flambcyant

   he’s hunched over his books, poring over astronomical amounts of material,    hoping it all sticks. it’s a lot to take in, but he’s bright. sharp. SMART. this     shouldn’t be too much of a problem, but the exhaustion that’s settled over    him is making the material hazy. he repeats the same line over and over and    over again, retaining absolutely nothing.    it’s only vaguely that he registers jessica’s presence. he knows it’s HER. how    can he not? he doesn’t even have to glance up, and he’s absolutely set on keeping    his eyes glued to his page.                                                    “ hey jess, can you hand me that? “    he makes a vague gesture, asking for a pen, probably, but even sam isn’t    entirely certain what he wants. maybe he did, at one point, but he’d definitely    forgotten the second the words left his mouth. in all honesty, he needs a break.

( .jess just: fITE ME

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@flambcyant​ | continued from here

        “I guess that makes two of us–first round is on me.”

                  AT THE SOUND OF FREE DRINKS, two bit lifted his head, his eyes WIDENING rapidly and his scowlturning into a grin that stretched from one side of his face to another, as his expression changed from one of discomfort to one of joy. he wasn’t one to pass on free drinks. in fact, he wasn’t one to pass on anything to do with drinks. a drink or two, or maybe even more, seemed to always improve his mood. at least, until the hangover started to kick in.

              “that, m’lady, sounds like a great idea. you got any place in mind?”