#floaroanemoia

[hiddengriefs]

❝ A-are you... in danger, miss? You are always welcome to— e-even you can stay at my place if that's better.

Uh... what's that whole tomfoolery thing you are talking about? ❞

[exnusquam]

@floaroanemoia

About flowers and people | Cont.

The tension within the woman rose, its intensity tangible enough for the stranger to consider it potentially problematic. Of course, Sarana had her reasons to feel threatened by their words; be it that of unwanted would-be suitors harassing a woman seemingly on her own, or that of bandits about to rob her. Maybe those words of theirs had been a little misjudged and illchosen. Far was it from the stranger to consider themself understanding of what might be more appropriate a way to approach a medium. Regardless, the stranger smiled as they felt the eerie presence that threatened attack, should the woman order it to. They felt not worried at all.

Instead, brilliant golden eyes seek Saranas gaze, boring with curiousity into the womans soul.

"I apologize if I offended." the midnight haired stranger merely replies, unwavering in their interest. "Perhaps there is some social convention I am not familiar with that I harmed." The stranger tilted their head to the side, watching Sarana stroke the white fur of her cloak, her hand on the pot clutching tightly enough to have her knuckles whiten. "I came here originally because I felt your clairvoyance," the brilliant stranger candidly starts, "but now I find myself confronted with the fact that an overprotective specter threatens my back, doesn't it?"

"If it means anything to you, I was not gawking at you at all. I have no interest in any sort of titilation." The stranger takes a step back, crossing an arm across their chest and taking a small bow of curtsy, politely and swiftly righting their posture immediatly after with an unreal precisition and ease. "Cajolery was created to deceive, which could not lay further from my intentions. My intention is curiousity. Surely you can tell, what with your gift, that I am not any regular person."

Golden eyes glitter as they blink briefly, and a soft, knowing smile graces the strangers lips. "Or are you not a seer after all?"

[chaserainbows]

“Oh, hi, miss Sarana!” He makes an exception for her because she’s very polite.

[gogogobarry]

{@floaroanemoia} She does not make a fuss. Does not even glance his direction. But, from beneath her cloak, she dares to hand him a bag of coffee beans.

"Do not tell a soul."

“Heeey, what the-oh...”

Barry lowers his voice as a passing, half-shrouded figure discreetly presses an unfamiliar parcel into his hands. The small satchel appears to hold equally confounding bean shapes at first, but after taking a closer look at the Gingko-stamped packaging...Barry knows exactly what it contains.

Coffee. His forbidden fruit.

The excitable merchant starts to shout out his usual thank you! after the mysterious woman, but manages to catch the words in his throat before they escape (for once.) After all, what if Volo or Ginter find out about this devilish little deal? It doesn’t feel good to let Sarana off without a word of gratitude, but such is the magnitude of this situation...

Barry raises the pouch to his nose and sniffs, allowing the pungent aroma to fill his senses. These beans smell way better than the dirty brew forever crusting Ginter’s mug, and the blond can already feel his heart racing, his blood pumping. Yes, with Sarana’s magical gift of power, he could finally show off his true potential to the rest of the Ginkgo Guild!

He’d have to find a recipe for proper brewage later--in his impatience, Barry is seriously considering raw coffee bean consumption. A single bean wouldn’t hurt, right? How bad could it be? Looking around furtively, Barry stows the small bag under his uniform before scurrying (quite noticeably) behind a deserted Guild wagon... 

[fairymint-archive]

@floaroanemoia​

🪞~ Screaming. That was what one could hear of the pokémon, as it dipped through the dimension of the dead, and resurfacing in the world of the living. Frustrated, afraid....and yet, not ferocious. The spectre had fleed from its confrontation, way up high on the mountain. It was as if the suffering cries of those who had been ripped from the world, piped down into a whistle of curiosity at the other. ‘Violent’ it was not for a moment, curling up and actively choosing,  to simply stare.

[chaserainbows]

☕️{@floaroanemoia for Haruki!}

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!

Celestial Medicine

A tea recipe taught to you by Sarana to better adapt to the Hisuian wilderness and stay healthy in the face of adversity. It tastes like pomegranates, giving it a distinct sour flavor that jolts you awake, but the careful addition of honey balances it out and keeps it from becoming overwhelming, instead turning it into a small place of warmth in the middle of the cold.

+ Restored 110 HP!

+ Applies an immunity to Ice moves!

+ Applies Wish!

[chaserainbows]

📜! Honestly whoever you're vibing with more for this or saranas blog!

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.

Haruki: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Sarana: What did you do op?

Haruki: A MISTAKE

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Serena: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Aaron: Thank you

Serena: I didn't say that was a good thing

Aaron: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

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Kouki: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Serena: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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Kouki: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Sarana: You're like 19 years old

Kouki: I MIGHT DIE AT 38!

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Calem, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Serena: But – that’s just a trash can.

Calem: It sure is!

[chaserainbows]

‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep.’

Haruki knew, deep down, that the reason for his brother’s aloofness towards the people of Hisui wasn’t motivated by malice, but instead by concern for more pressing matters. When he offered to help Sarana with his tracking skills, Kouki was visibly displeased, and later on reprimanded him for it- something that left a sour taste in his mouth even though he understood the idea behind it.

He did want to help her. She helped them with no personal gain and had been nothing but pleasant, so he wanted to return the favor. However, was that the whole truth? Was he doing it purely out of gratitude, or was it because it gave him a sense of purpose? Something to keep him engaged, a feeling of satisfaction that pushed back the ennui that constantly plagued him- a motivation that was far more selfish than he’d like to admit.

Should something else keep his mind occupied, it’s likely that his resolve to assist Sarana in her mission would waver. He’d be half-hearted about it, he could even end up forgetting about his promise entirely, but she wouldn’t and the false hope his words could give would cause even more pain.

Maybe, instead of hoping the right answer for this problem would show up if he simply wished for it hard enough, he should just ask her about what she thinks. The simple solution was more often than not the most reliable one, after all.