#fortunefavcred

[springvaletales]

(@fortunefavcred from X)

“...you did, huh?” A small smile crossed the human’s lips, for a moment. “I’m sorry. I...guess I’m not used to hearing that.” Not out loud, at least. His mother said it with the clinking of dangling jewelry that she never wore before meeting him. Bashur said it with clasps to the shoulder, and even Haaruma said it with quick, tight hugs, rather than with words.

“Still, I still won’t begrudge you if you wanted to change your mind.” Michael let his short-lived smile slip away. “I don’t know for sure what lies ahead, and while I appreciate your offer to help, I wouldn’t want to drag you into something that might be dangerous.” He himself was already taking a great many risks on this quest - coming alone to chase a trail of evidence from a series of vague reoccurring dreams with no other company until this well-intentioned stranger.

“Are you sure you want to come with me?”

[voiceofduality-archived2]

@fortunefavcred​ “You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.” from Dain for Mao

“That’s not beyond anyone’s reach, I believe. The thing is, most people have too much stuff clouding their minds, but very little of it is actually useful.”

She pauses and stops in her tracks, turning her head to watch the boy with pensive eyes. “Not your case, but anyway—” she keeps walking and talking with a smile in her face, like she hasn’t just insulted the half-drow, “it’s all about being conscious of the things that truly matter, by which I mean the things that are material. Like your body, the earth, the things you perceive with your senses. For example, what can you, um, see?”

[m-bardbattled]

bard kisses        ♡        @fortunefavcred​.

❝ i am so sorry about this in advance, please don’t be - i need to - ❞   no use trying to explain. elsie is going to run out of time and she’s going to be seen, so she cups mischief’s face in her hands and kisses her. the mercenary passes them by, uninterested in inspecting that, and she breaks the kiss with a soft gasp.   ❝ sorry. that was - you just saved my life, really. ❞

[voiceofduality-archived2]

@fortunefavcred​: “You’re just the cutest thing ever.” from Lyra for Persephone

“And here I thought I was already past the point of being considered ‘cute’. Thank you, sweetheart.” Two of her arms undo her hair back into its usual curls. Another rests against her chest, and the last one supports her chin while she studies the girl’s face and disposition. She looks positively harmless (otherwise they wouldn’t have let her into the artists’ tent, the unusual troupe often attracted plenty of unsavory individuals), but that isn’t what Persephone is looking for.

“But flattery alone will get you nowhere. You’re a musician, right?”

[goldflecked]

@fortunefavcred​ asked: [ESCORT] and [JACKET] from Dain 

"it's very kind of you to walk me back to the inn," there was a skip in her step as she spoke, a rhythmic bounce in her gait that kept time with to the song she was playing on her accordion. upbeat and purposefully complex, it was the kind of thing she might play at the end of a show -- a showy finale to leave an impression on the audience.

there was no audience here, of course, only a kind gentleman going out of his way to keep her safe -- but the sentiment remained.

"and while i do truly appreciate it, i feel i must reiterate what i said at the tavern: you don't have to." a pause in the music followed as she turned her gaze from the street to dain, all but craning her neck to look up at him with a wide grin. "i admit to not being the best in a fight, but i assure you that no one can talk their way out of a situation quite like yours truly." a triumphant sting played from the accordion, to iterate her point.

and no sooner had the sound faded than a wind swept through the streets -- a bitter chill that sent her shivering. she was not built for the cold, nor was she dressed for it, but this was the price one paid to be fashionable.

she huddled into herself, eyes fixed back on her accordion as she began a new song to distract herself from the cold -- but she could only manage a few notes before something dense and warm fell heavily upon her shoulders, causing her to stumble. and it took her a beat, looking down at the fabric enveloping her and then back up at her escort, to understand what had happened.

his cloak was massive around her shoulders, enveloping her and making her look so much smaller next to him than she already did. it was soft and warm and the gesture alone was enough to send her heart fluttering, heat flooding to her face.

and she smiled, not her confident and showy grin but something small and genuine, as she lowered her face down into the collar of the cloak -- hoping to hide the purple color it had taken on.

"then again," more music from the accordion, far less intentional and more idle than it had been before, merely something to do with her hands. "there is safety in numbers...i am glad to have you with me."

[springvaletales]

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞ for Bashur from Mischief

touch-starved starters!!

The Minotaur's large ears swung back and forth for a few moments, conflicted. Strangers typically didn't respond well to random offers of physical touch, but...well, if this stranger wasn't outright asking, then he didn't know what a straight request sounded like anymore.

"I have been told that I am very good at hugging." Bashur offered after a long moment of thought. "If you are comfortable with it, that is."

[springvaletales]

“That egg belongs to the floor now.” for Michael from Dain

Ordinary Sausage Sentence Starters, Pt. 3

"Let's not tell the chicken how I wasted the fruits of her labor." Michael - still holding the cracked halves of the ill-fated egg, frowned down at the gooey splat on the floor. Miss Bethany would never notice, so long as he got that cleaned up before it dried. Probably.

"I think that's the universe telling us we have enough eggs already." The human tossed the empty shells aside on the counter and peered into the bowl he'd been trying to fill. "Four should be just fine, right? Right. It'll be fine."

[voiceofduality-archived2]

@fortunefavcred​: “  you must be so exhausted from running through my mind all night.  ” for Auntie Mao from Dain

“Aren’t you exhausted of being lame?” She holds back a laugh. It’s kind of endearing, to be fair, but she can’t not make a little fun of him. But if it’s a critique he seeks (well, no; approval is probably what he wants, but she isn’t giving that so easily), she’ll take it seriously.

“First of all, I don’t believe confessing to thinking about your crush,” — oh, how she enjoys saying that out loud —  “at night is as romantic as you intend to make it sound. Personal opinion. Plenty of things happen at night. Like nightmares. And masturbation.” She shrugs.

“Why don’t you just tell her what you think of her? Like, sincerely. What you like about her, how you feel for her? Girls usually like that. Most people do, actually, not just girls.”