#forfeitsouls

[healingwords]

@forfeitsouls​ booped the ♥ for a short starter!

“Ryuji--”

The sigh that left the Lovers was long-suffering in its exasperation, a slender hand rising to pinch the bridge of her nose. At this point, Ann was about half a second away from throwing Ryuji into the nearest trash cab--okay, she wouldn’t actually do it, but the temptation was real, damn it! 

“It doesn’t matter if a hot dog counts as a sandwich or not!”

[onuscientia]

@forfeitsouls​ cont. from here :

                          It  takes  a  moment  to  click.  To  REALLY  click.  He  thinks  it  some  fabrication  of  his  thoughts,  or  an  early  onset  sign  of  insanity . . .  yet,  it’s  when  Percy  says  his  NAME  that  the  weight  of  this  moment  finally  sets  in.  “  Percy . . .  PERCY !  “  He’s  taller,  a  bit  more  weight  on  him  now,  but  it  doesn’t  keep  him  from  barreling  into  the  older  man’s  arms  as  if  he  was  still  that  excitable,  innocent  adolescent  from  all  those  years  ago.  “  Oh  my  gods,  it’s  you . . .  it’s  YOU . . .  “  

            With  the  area  cleared  of  threats,  he’s  free  to  sob,  loudly  and  heavily,  into  Percy’s  chest,  gripping  at  the  back  of  his  coat  with  a  fear  that  loosening  it  may  cause  the  man  to  disappear,  like  so  many  others  had.  “  The  empire . . .  they  attacked  Insomnia,  and . . .  s-so  much  has  happened,  Percy . . .  “

[tenebriism]

[text] I write five paragraphs, pouring my heart out, and all you reply with is k?! (For Astarion from Halsin)

Text Message Prompts - [ ACCEPTING ] :

[ ✉️ Halsin ] : I was hoping it would silence you just long enough so I could read the mountain of text you sent! [ ✉️ Halsin ] : When you do nothing more than babble on about trees and flowers and woodland creatures... [ ✉️ Halsin ] : Naturally, the point of the discussion is lost. Now, sit there, look PRETTY, and give me a moment to decipher this.

@forfeitsouls ;;

[tenebriism]

[text]: On a scale of one to ten, how many drinks would you need to sleep with me? This isn’t a tiktok trend…or it is. (From Percy to Charlotte)

Text Message Prompts - [ ACCEPTING ] :

[ ✉️ Percy ] : ... are you drunk? You must be drunk. Go lie down, darling, before you lose your glasses as swiftly as you've lost your mind. [ ✉️ Percy ] : In the event you ARE sober, however... [ ✉️ Percy ] : ... 2, of high alcohol content, merely to banish the reminder from my head that you are a carbon copy of my brother from another world.

@forfeitsouls ;;

[tenebriism]

He's SO deeply in love. Someone help him---

[tenebriism]

@forfeitsouls ;; BETA EDITOR TRANSFER ( X )

Feeling the weight of the bed somewhat sink beside her, it doesn't take her long, at all, to sink against him. She hadn't had a grounding support like this in so long, and when Insomnia had well and TRULY begun to crumble beneath all the pressure, she'd only been able to uplift those around her for so long until she, too, buckled. " But what can I do ? " she asks, pleading up at him with the baby blues of her eyes as if Percy, as always, held all the answers and more, " I tried to distract myself. I tried to help out with the efforts, I tried to make sure Atlas and Maribella were fine, but it . . . it's so hard when I'm not fine . . . "

Hiccupping, with a staggered exhale to follow, she takes it upon herself to burrow, further, into the first source of stabilizing comfort she's been able to have in what felt like centuries.

" How did you cope . . . when your entire world was coming down on top of you ? How did you push through all of it ? Because some days, I . . . " She daren't put into WORDS where her thoughts had gone, on occasion. The loneliness, the DARKNESS, it changed people, and at this point, she wasn't quite sure she would ever be the same, or if she could bear leading a life like this forever.

" I missed you, though . . . I really, really, r e a l l y did . . . "

[tenebriism]

The search for the perfect present took a long time. Many evenings of passing up on the invitation to hang out with some lame excuse of having to help out at home, or having and insane sesh' at the gym. But, Ryuji persisted. An easy out would have been art supplies, right? Too many chances of doubling up and though the artist would certainly be appreciative it just wasn't good enough. Epiphany struck whilst wandering in the arcade one afternoon just when he thought he'd have to cheap out with a gift card for ramen. In the crane game, there it was. A lobster. A ridiculously sized, bright red plush crustacean. A callback to the trip to the beach not too long ago. What happened to those he'd bought, well. Ryuji didn't want to think too much upon but, surely they were no longer amongst the living.

Fifteen long plays later, and alongside store bought blue ribbon, the giant stuffed animal is presented after school on Yusuke's birthday with a burning sensation addling his cheeks.

"You better still like these things." He gives a shaky laugh. "Happy birthday, dude."

Amongst the few things Yusuke tended to forget, his birthday, a rather monumental occasion to most, was amongst them. It was not that he HATED the annual reminder of the day he'd first seen light from his dearly departed mother's womb, but rather, that there were so many OTHER things that held far more importance in his mind than a day that, really, never got much attention. He'd never had a birthday party, never gone out and celebrated the occasion in the past, and suspected this year would be no different.

He would spend it doing homework, or putting brush to easel, as he ALWAYS did, and mayhap treat himself to a small, cheap snack, SHOULD he happen to remember before the clock struck midnight and ushered in the next day.

Understandably, then, when he meets up with Ryuji under the assumption that it would be another ROUTINE night in, he's confused when a gift is extended towards him. Confused up until the flustered athlete wishes him a happy day of birth, and then -- THEN -- it hits him.

" It is my birthday . . . " A pause, as eyes widen, " . . . it IS my birthday ! And you have not only remembered, but gone out of your way to bring me such an adorable gift. " Beaming, as skinny arms extend to take the plush sea creature, he pulls it up against his chest and buries his face into it, a baritone chuckle muffled within the obstructing outer shell of the oversized toy.

" I shall name it . . . Ryuji Lobstermoto. "

Hands that have held many a tool of artistry brush along the exterior of his newest companion. Considering the way he looks ready to take a nice, LONG nap atop his bed, curled up with this cherished gift in his arms, it's evident he was NOT joking. It shall, indeed, be named Ryuji Lobstermoto. " Thank you, love. "

But, of course, he cannot allow the HUMAN Ryuji off without a showing of thanks. Yusuke shuffles in close, ensuring the lobster in his arms would not pose risk of colliding with Ryuji's lovable face, and leans in to pepper his beloved's face in several kisses. " That you would know me well enough to procure me such a unique, personal gift delights my heart beyond words. I love you. "

@forfeitsouls ;; ♥

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((And because he wants Iggy's attention too,) Shaun arrived on a busy work day, evidently. Teleporting to a darkened apartment. Though, that was no surprise and now with permissions and history with the advisor, now Gilmore simply brightened the place up and made himself comfortable in his partner's abode since there was never a sure set time he'd be freed from the Citadel. Awaiting his return home, accompanying the sorcerer was a perfectly steaming pot of rose tea (thanks to his magic of course) and it's service: delicate rich pastries upon fine china from his home in Marquet. After all, he didn't do anything without just a touch of glitz and glory.

The beginning of the year was ALWAYS a hectic time for the Advisor. Post holiday affairs, Noctis' shifting schedule, budget planning and paperwork for the coming months AND the clean up from messes carried over from the previous, closed out year, it felt like more than his DESK would collapse from the weight of it all. He's lucky enough if he's able to return home before his tasks bleed over into the next day, despite his best efforts to keep from having to crack open another can of Ebony in hopes it may keep his eyes pried open FOR him.

Shuffling through the entryway to his apartment was, somehow, the best and WORST feeling. How many keys must he thumb through before he remembers which one he would need ? Astrals, and why did the door feel so HEAVY, as he pushed his way through it, eventually coming to set his bag down atop the table in the foyer ?

Mayhap it's a fortunate, humorous oddity that he doesn't see Shaun seated at the kitchen table, at first, because once he DOES . . . oh, how his entire demeanor changes. " S-Shaun ! " Like a giddy young boy, he stumbles over his words, flushed red in the face as the corners of his lips struggle, nigh impossibly, to fight back a smile. " When did you . . . o-oh, I am so very sorry for not being here to greet you ! " The tea looked and smelled heavenly, as did the gorgeous man seated afront it, and the arrangement of sugary confections had Ignis' stomach somewhat growling.

His priorities now, though, were solely focused on his partner, whom he quickly pulled into an embrace with a deep, heavy sigh.

If only looked closely, one could see the way the Advisor SANK against Shaun, like there was nothing else in all of Eos that could make him feel as weightless and at ease as the sorcerer he'd become so shockingly attached to. " How long are you staying ? I . . . I can ready the bedroom for you, if you are tired, and . . . " Ignis parts, slightly, and FINALLY gets a proper look at the older man, only to lean in and kiss him upon the lips, deeply, thereafter.

" Astrals, I missed you . . . "

@forfeitsouls ;; ♥