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[wolfkcst]

              Exploring an unknown location is often something the wolf-kissed does, but not always with company. The one in question accompanying them is none other than the scribe himself; Alhaitham ( strange name to them ). They have heard of many a great tales about him, and Eivor cannot help but feel drawn to the man despite how insufferable he could be at times. Though they cannot deny he has a good head on his shoulder, and has saved them more than once from their hot-headed attitude when it came to fighting. Ego often got in the way, and they have learned to do better. Still, they felt this trip was going to be a long one.                        ❝We are almost there.❞               The Viking is the first to break the silence, as rare as that can often be, as they looked up into the sky where Synin had flew ahead and circling the place they had in mind marked on the map. If the intel was right, they should be close. Light azure gaze scans the terrain, slowing their horse down a little as they approached closer until - ah.                 There ahead stood an old ruin, and from the looks of it one that is beyond old. More ancient than anything. Though as they had gotten closer, a buzzing sound comes from the stone wall, marked... Carved with what looks like a hint to opening it. Finally they reach a point where they had gotten off their horse, giving her a gentle pat on the neck as they slowly drew closer to it. The closer they got, the louder the sound came. A grumble leaves their lips, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. They have encountered something like this close to home, but...                          ❝The buzzing sound is enough to make anyone go mad. Althaitham, do you have any knowledge on these ruins?❞                  They asked, turning their head to look towards the taller with a look of pure confusion and irritation. Not directed at him, but more towards the noise. It’s a good thing he agreed to come with them...

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[wolfkcst]

               ❝... I guess I shouldn’t have underestimated you.❞          The Viking murmurs, having blocked a blow from him at first but... Eivor did not realize a second one was coming until it was too late. It’s a good thing they were just merely sparring. A fight to the death would have been a lethal one if they kept playing around like they had. Breathing is heavy, sweat rolling down their forehead and mixing with the blood from the cut on their cheek. If this wasn’t humiliating enough, then having to be on the knees from being knocked over was the topping on the cake.            If you see their cheeks starting to get a little pink tint to it, then do not say anything. Swallowing thickly, they finally caught enough breath to speak once more. Light azure gaze shifting up towards the man’s eyes that felt a little too smug. He’s just lucky but... Maybe not.                     ❝I... I yield.❞

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[suiyuun]

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"   alhaitham.   "   scolding   was   one   way   to   describe   the   intonation   of   his   voice   -   a   vaguely   bemused   mixture   of   both   irritation   and   adoration.   

"   if   you   keep   aggravating   the   shuumatsuban,   i   will   be   forced   to   move   you   to   your   own   chambers.   your   hurting   some   of   their   delicate   sensibilities,   you   know.   "

[wolfkcst]

              Walking into the room, the wolf-kissed had noticed the scribe sitting down in his chair. Relaxing with a book wide open in one hand while the other fiddled with the pages. Eivor decides this is the perfect time to sweep the scribe off his feet.              Swiftly does the Vikingr sweeps the man up into their arms with grace, and proceeds to walk off with him in their arms so casually. As if this was a normal routine for them. Head tilts down to look at him, eyes searching for some kind of praise or reaction from the taller.

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[wolfkcst]

Unprompted Asks -Always Accepting!! @foliarsanct​​

             Seems so indeed, and so has the Vikingr, truth be told. The way their breath sucks in deep the moment the scribe seats himself perfectly upon their lap, and even leans back against their frame. Eivor seems to hesitate at first, before slowly their arms wrap around his waist. They lean just right to glance over his shoulder and press their lips against the bare part of his shoulder. Innocently reading along while their lips brush teasingly against his skin and gives a light purr against the skin. Teasing, as always.                          ❝Indeed, it does.❞

[shuanghe]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

@foliarsanct asked: is that the answer you wanted?

          𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 lingers against the grain of eye. Oculi akin opals && grand iridescence have since fallen upon her current company. Acutely attuned to each inkling of language wrought of form. The tangibility of physical form is what captures her curiosity when the visage of one she addresses is nothing short of stale (assumed as deliberate). Even she herself might appear detached && disinterested, lest she be in the company of those she deems dearest friends. But he is neither friend nor foe---for now. Only time would determine such outcome therein.            “I sought only an answer above all else. Thank you for your time.” The construct of want cast to the wayside. A shift ensues, heeled sole shifting && pivoting to see exit. That is, of course, until a brief pause inhibits continuity thusly. Wherefore aforementioned gaze wades to the crest of her shoulder && back to he. The influence of the adepti disciples reaching into the horizons of Sumeru seemed a fleeting dream, yet the influence of one individual from the stars seemed to bring the nations together day after day. Tiers part to further impose speech.            “If there is anything to be recounted from the golems in the jungle, I will be sure to impart all of my findings to you once I’ve completed my investigation.”

[wolfkcst]

Morning After -Sel. Accepting!! @foliarsanct​

         A lazy smile is flashed his way, light azure gaze softening a little just at the sight of him. Hair messed up from a night full of pleasure, and yet he remained his normal blunt self. Eivor cannot help but feel more and more intrigued by Alhaitham. All they can think about is him. Perhaps they are deeper in love than they had thought.                           ❝Oh? Only nice? Here I thought-❞                Before they could finish the sentence a yawn escaped them, moving in closer to him until their bare body pressed against his again.                             ❝Thought you did amazing.❞                They tease, moving to press a kiss against his cheek tenderly. Hand moves up to stroke his hair gently, their own also messy and out of its braids. It’s a nice look for the both of them. A small hum leaves their lips, before moving away again, getting out of bed to stretch and perhaps make breakfast for them.                            ❝Want me to make you some breakfast, Alhaitham?❞

[toradoji]

❛ Genius always looks like insanity at first, though, right? ❜

Working the night owl shift at Lambad's Tavern was often the most preferable for the kunoichi, the work mindless enough that she could prepare orders while parsing her thoughts meditatively for the day. Though they made quick work of any task delegated, Lambad himself had since checked out and entrusted closing shop to her, which they hardly minded. Week nights meant the patrons tended to attract the melancholy drunks, foot traffic low as the night weathered on. Though it had surprised Shinobu to see the apparent Acting Grand Sage there, given in famous aloofness and evasiveness, maybe it didn't. Simply nursing spiced tea and poring over documents, they left the man to his own devices.

Until the tavern's numbers had dwindled enough that conversation was struck, volleying statements as she wove through and bussed tables, bemused by Alhaitham's choice to converse with her of all people. Wasn't he too lofty to speak with the ordinary rabble? That's what more unsavory rumors had stipulated, at least.

"Where does genius begin and insanity end? A serial killer arranging body parts in some intricate tableau is a genius in his own head," Shinobu returned while wiping down a table near the Scribe. "Sure, this could segue into how every innovation has been contested by small minds who take generations to understand the truth, but my point stands. Stay too long in that ivory tower and the lack of fresh air starts going to your head."

As if making an emphatic point, she placed a lengthy receipt on Alhaitham's table and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Your roommate's tab. Every day you delay paying it off is a day I'll add 10% interest. Try not to accrue too much debt, Alhaitham-sama."