#for riley

[alittleillusionmachinee]

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[cina-full-moon-xanadium]

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[the--amber--weave]

We Do Not Know

We do not know quite where to go

When heads are bowed, so long, and low.

We don't know when to rest our eyes,

Or with ourselves, when compromise.

Nor do we know the answer to,

"How'd we not know what's ailing you?"

So instead we sigh and weep,

And recognize your endless sleep.

So instead we sigh and weep,

And pray your soul, your savior keep.

-AMG

[kisugay]

[dirthavarens]

A little something something for @skystones because why not. 

“Come with me.”

It was a curt demand, no overture of emotion or undertone of desire. A simple statement that warranted his company’s utmost attention, nearly to the point of fearing rebellion. Yet, Balthier knew the young man would follow him regardless, for that was just Vaan’s way. Too much of brilliant blond hair and that pearly smile hidden behind such supple peach lips had driven him to the point of madness lately. His mental state no doubt hindered by the carefree, liquid movements known by Dalmascans accompanied by the careless tongue strong in rebellious youth. Tight-jawed and quick-spoken was all Balthier could be to keep himself together anymore. 

He heard Vaan shuffle from his lone place at the campfire and the subsequent footfalls that trailed his heel. Any questions, and there were many, that came from Vaan were met with silence, Balthier’s mind shut down and running on one singular mission.

Show Vaan. 

They walked in silence once Vaan caught on that Balthier wasn’t going to answer his senseless, repetitive inquiries. The only sound, the waves crashing upon the not-so-far distant cliffs. It wasn’t anything spectacular that he wanted to show him, nothing life-changing or breathtaking, but it was something. 

As they came up on the cliff’s edge, Balthier stopped with Vaan lightly bumping into him. The contact made him stiffen, his already tense muscles growing even tauter beneath layers of fabrics. 

“Sorry. So can I finally know what is so importa--” His indignant tone stifled into an awestruck gasp as he looked out over the sea. The foamy waves, usually gray and white, were aglow with brilliant cerulean hues, lighting up against the black water as clouds overhead blocked the moon’s light. “Whoa...”

“This is what I wanted you to see. Dalmascans oft aren’t exposed to all of nature’s beauty. I’m simply here to do my part.” Balthier’s ironclad exterior cracked at last as he sat at the edge, legs dangling over the cliff-face. “The first time I saw the water glow, I was but a boy. My father brought us here on an expedition of sorts. Said it would be good for us to taste the outside world.”

In retrospect, the memory was his first experience outside of the suffocating walls of Archades. A boy of but six, the young Ffamran knew not the fate set before him, nor could he have deigned to imagine it would lead him to an invigorating life of piracy. 

“The glowing, if you’re curious, is made from uncountable specks of life. Plankton, I believe they’re called. They carry lights of their own and yet all end up at the same place.” Funny, that. 

Vaan took a place beside him, too close for comfort but too far away for his liking. His eyes were wide with wonder and Balthier could not help but stare at him while Vaan processed the information he was given. The way his nose twitched as his eyes at last settled into their normal gaze and the subtle drop of his forehead as he relaxed...

He wanted to reacquire his mental armor, but it was lost to the sea below. 

“Thank you,” was all that left Vaan’s lips.

And for once, the pirate usually equipped with comebacks galore could only nod his head.  

[healer-mason]

At Priam's

For @riley-likes-to-laugh

When Mason found out what was going on the first person he thought of was his newly adopted son, Riley, when Eric mentioned sending people to a safe haven to keep them away from the fighting. It was already bad enough Jordan was staying, he even had to admit his help was needed for the shifters, but he didn't want any harm coming to Riley who was still vulnerable and not yet used to using his magic. He messaged the young Fae, and his vampire lover, to meet him at the bookstore owned by Helenus but didn't tell them what was going on. He thought that would be better left until they were face to face. He wasn't surprised to see Sam and Riley arrive together as he sat in a corner of the now crowded shop and waved them over. "Thank you guys for meeting me here." He says "I know you're confused but I promise I'll explain everything." Sam gave him a look before looking back to Riley and he knew what this was about, Marcel having filled him in when Eric made the call to the Mikaelson siblings to have them on standby. "Riley, my love, I need you to go away for a while." Mason says, looking at Riley.

[halfthemotion]

Haha oh yeah, both Riley and Jayne are probably the few two characters who are "all about that payper 💵💵💵" .... All about that hustle. (Heh intj and entj.) I was thinking about adding Griff (infj) and/ or Tsubi (intj) to that mini group, but both of them have more of the vibe of "Capitalism fuck me everyday." They're hustlin cause they need to survive, not because they actually like that shit.