#fxrtunas.

[devction]

@fxrtunas stares at raha from a distance bc he wants to both hug and strangle raha for his self-sacrificial ways. >:c

          allan had, much to his delight, made the occular his home here at the first despite their rough start— the company was much, much welcome. 

          having spent almost an entire lifetime by himself in his labour to prevent the looming threat of the eigth umbral calamity whilst shouldering the duty to remain as a beacon of hope for the people of norvandt, of the crystarium, in this crying, hopeless world, g’raha was unbearably lonely from time to time. oh, he missed home, he missed the source, he missed sharlayan, he missed the days where promises of new adventures would entail beautiful memories to be kept and reminisced under the starry night sky of hydaelyn— but he had long forsaken that pirvilege the moment he accepted his destiny as the caretaker of the crystal tower. and now, for the sake of everything that was at stake, he’d done an excellent job in burying those lingering feelings deep beneath the persona of the crystal exarch.

          so when allan came, just like a fresh breeze of a gentle morning, he— somehow, reignited even the most concealed desires within g’raha. his invisible touch seemed to reach where g’raha thought was impossible, stirring strange and unnamed and unfathomable feelings inside his slowly crystallising heart that was burdened with great responsibilities the more time they spent together, and, twelve... he felt alive again. his world, once hung by the thread and filled with only the broken images of wars, sorrow, and violence— its magnificence completely robbed, was brimming with colours. he wanted... so many things, not because of his obligation or his mission, but because he simply wanted to although it sounded rather selfish. right now, he would love nothing more than to invite a viera who was... practically burning a hole into his head with his unblinking stare to join him. (was allan mad? had he unconsciously committed some atrocities?)

          ‘ you... may join me, if you would like, my friend. there is no need to stand so... far away. ’     smiling, g’raha offered. it wasn’t hard to catch a sliver of uncertainty in his voice though since he wasn’t sure what it was that allan needed; all allan did was giving him his utmost undivided attention that not even a light warden could rival with from the very moment he made his presence known in the tower— g’raha was a tad embarrased to be on the receiving end of such fierce contemplation truth be told... nevertheless, he scooted over and left an empty space for allan to sit down. the crackling sound of the fireplace and the chilly night did call for a cozy bonding experience, he supposed. really reminded him of the bygone days at sharlayan...     

          ‘ come, sit with me. i could prepare some hot tea too if you would like. ’

[ascian]

@fxrtunas - starter call

          ‘ ah, this body is really... ’     such a garbage. azrael wasn’t usually picky when it came to choosing which body to wear much like lahabrea— it didn’t matter as long as it was compatible with his soul and was easy to manipulate, but this body... g’raha tia’s, was it? this body was a hot pile of problems whose time was clearly running out, if not for his timely intervention to hijack it. yet, instead of well-deserved praises for maintaining this buring trash, he was rewarded with a rather annoying tail, an associate of this body, he presumed, who apparently couldn’t spare him a moment to even breathe without being bombarded with endless questions. it was ridiculous. 

          ‘ what? afraid i will do something to this precious body of your lover? ’     azrael raised an eyebrow at the persistent viera trying to hide behind the tree, and failing. if he was attempting to stay out of his sight, he was doing a poor job at it. within seconds, azrael vanished and reappeared next to where allan was. an impish grin toyed at his lips, at g’raha tia’s lips.     ‘ or did you want another kiss, darling? what an insatiable little rabbit you are. ’     he said, voice as smooth as silk. the red in his eyes intensified as they caught allan’s fleeting gaze.     ‘ just say the word and i’m happy to be of service again. i shall gladly take it as a compensation for fixing this rotting body. ’     arms slithered around allan’s neck like snakes, a beautiful temptation waiting to ensnare its prey. after all, this was his lover’s face, was it not?

[aymvric]

/blackmails

‘ sucking my dick against my will is not exactly blackmailing... but to each of their own, i suppose. ’

[saccharyne]

@fxrtunas​​ said  “Make me an offer, what will it be?”

          the question, though simple it may sound, seemed to pose a difficult challange for ryne as she had been struggling to come up with an appropriate answer in vain. what could she, a complete and amateur oracle of light who had only recently dabbled in this saving the world endeavour, offer to someone whose expertise, identity still remained a mystery to her?

          ‘ i... i don’t know. ’     after a good few minutes, ryne gave up. she looked up at allan with a slight pout tugging at her lips.     ‘ do you want a coffee biscuit? they are fresh out of the oven so i guarantee you that the taste will be absolutely wonderful! or.. or... if you don’t like sweets, i have, ’     ryne paused mid-setence. her attention fully shifted to her little pouch instead; fingers ransacking the inside frantically in search of the items in question. this one, she thought, would probably prove itself a pretty fair trade for a reading!     ‘ i have the exarch pictures! ’     proudly spoken, yet pictures of the exarch doing what she didn’t say, and she certainly wouldn’t disclose the said images as long as allan refused to make a decision.     ‘ so which one do you prefer? ’

[saccharyne]

@fxrtunas gives.... a pat on the head.

          ryne physically sparkled at the touch, obviously high-spirited. the excitement and elation were barely concealed, yet she still tried her best to remain as calm and as mature possible, doing that... stern face thingy thancred usually did throughout the entirety of their time together.     ‘ it wasn’t something worthy of such praises. ’     it was merely her duty as the light oracle— what was expected of her and what she must do, so despite the initial happiness, she felt rather ashamed of herself for preening so easily at a painfully meager achievement ... thancred had taught her better; she could have done much more!     ‘ i will do better next time, i promise! ’    

[hnours]

@fxrtunas places an apple on her head

          yugiri was quick, and nimble, and clearly unamused at whatever allan was trying to pull off. before the apple touched her head, if it even could, she swept it down into her hand in one swift motion and began roughly peeling off the outer crust with her dagger.     ‘ foods aren’t meant to be toyed with, master kier. ’     especially at yanxia where lives had become miserable at the empire’s mercy, but she would rather not disclose such information. breaking the apple into two halves once she was done, yugiri offered one half over to the viera while a faint smile tugged at her lips.     ‘ apples at yanxia are a delicacy. i do hope you will enjoy your time here. ’ 

[emetslch]

@fxrtunas said: "Emet-Selch!" Asclepius grins, clapping the man on the shoulder with gusto. "What a joy to see you here! And now I must be off!" He definitely just did that.

          a brow raised at asclepius’s retreating figure; there was little amusement to be found on hades’s features as he, with the bare minimum of effort, prevented asclepius from taking any step further. if asclepius thought he could once again slip through his fingers like he did back then, he was dead wrong.     ‘ in a hurry to elsewhere, aren’t you? ’     he said, clearly uninterested in asclepius’s antics.     ‘ well, you aren’t anymore, and you will explain why you rejected the offer to inherit the seat of emmerololth to me now. ’ 

[devction]

@fxrtunas asked: "Why are there so many stairs in this tower of yours."

          it wasn’t exactly his crystal tower— he wished, he was merely the pale imitation of its past owner, serving only as its watcher at best. so he supposed he couldn’t solve such a curious mystery on his own despite having ransacked the archive of this very structure from the moment he was destined to be bound here. a regrettable feat, but he still humoured allan nonetheless. 

          ‘ ‘twould seem the answer lies with the fallen allagan empire, mine apologies. but i’m sure it will benefit your health greatly if you walk these stairs every day.  ’     g’raha said, smiling, chuckling— he just couldn’t seem to stop smiling these past few days as the viera’s visit slowly intensified in frequency. revered as the crystal exarch as he was, there were time he felt unbearably lonely and homesick, something that he had been trying to push into the deepest corner of his heart for so long ere the arrival of souls hailed from the source. it wouldn’t be too exaggerating to say that allan’s presence always brought him a gentle sense of comfort. 

          ‘ now come, friend, and tell me, to what do i owe the pleasure of your visit? ’