#geostigmous

[tetsukawa]

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[aurora-eques-archive]

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—Not here at the moment. Too busy drowning in my own angst—

—Riku

[osaelligr]

"This stays between us."

Clearly.

The masses might revolt if they heard themighty Sephiroth tripped over a rock.

[archived-101017]

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REMEMBER WAY BACK WHEN, WHEN I PROMISED YOU SORA’D INTRODUCE SEPHIROTH TO ‘HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS 101’??? well it’ll happen. ONE DAY. but for now we’ll just occasionally bother your soupy broth, aight? and continue to love him from afar. <3

[rp-sephiroth]

/pokes twin BI

((ooc: Mouse! FLAWLESS TIMING.

I was just talking about you with CrisisCore! Cloud-mun ValiantFacade about how lovely you are. <3)———————————-/ looks at poked area and narrows eyes at you. >BI 

[ninemelodies-archive]

geostigmous replied to your post: i will fart on u demyx do u want that

hhHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

chaste-heart replied to your post: i will fart on u demyx do u want that

I’VE BEEN READIN THESE AND LAUGJIG OMF

spatoutofhell replied to your post: i will fart on u demyx do u want that

//I’m crygni x’D

//ARE NONE OF YOU GONNA HELP HIM. 

[aurora-eques-archive]

You have been cordially tagged. You must share 5 facts about yourself and share this with your 10 favorite followers. BI

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I FUCKING KNEW THIS WAS COMING AT ME YOU LIL SHIT—

huffs fine 8I

1. …Um… I turn nineteen in February???

2. …The Earth is round. …Yes that somehow pertains to me.

3. I’m 6’2 \ o /

4. I… uh… I’m bloNDE

5. I’M BORING

[osaelligr]

ᴅᴇᴜs ᴇᴛ ᴅᴇɪ

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                                 This realm is, perhaps, a favorite of his, of all the worlds                                  he has visited throughout the ages of man and god alike.

So shattered and ripped apart--

It mimics a god it has only just met. The north here often even reminds him of Jotunheim, so bitterly chilled and cracked at the edges as it is. But the crater that Loki observes, standing firmly upon its great ridge, is very unlike what one would find amongst the forgotten cliffs and valleys of the land of frost giants. It exudes power.

                                                                                                                  Magic.

Magic of a different sort than he has ever felt crawl across his skin before-- it prickles, caresses, seems to whisper though he cannot hear true words.

Breath brought in, Loki allows his eyes to shut as frosted wind slips into the center of his very being. The power here, the magic, is old and ancient and sleeping.To wake it without knowing-- foolish. No, that is not his purpose anyways; Loki has come forth to shift through the ashes to ascertain what knowledge he might gain-- or what remains that would be useful unto him. The presence of another is unexpected and even momentarily unknown to Loki-- the winds that whisper here seem to cast the world in deep shadow.

His gaze is similarly thrown to the side, patiently impassive and unobtrusive. Another mystery, it seems, approaches, and as Loki regards the silver-haired stranger, lips twitch upwards for an ephemeral moment-- any hint of amusement is swiftly gone-- and shoulders are rolled forward, chin allowed to rise even as eyes flick away once again.

 ❝   —Such a desolate area does not likely play host to many visitors, I think.  ❞ 

The wind itself snatches his words, grabs and tears at them, but he has arrogant confidence that they reach his new companion. A warrior, by the looks of him, and, perhaps, clever, even-- the look in his eyes, Loki thinks, speaks to this. So his words are only veiled warning, whispered as the land itself seems to do, instead of blatant attack.