So much art lately!!! Loves!!!
I am blessed by beautiful art lately, yes. 😭💕
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So much art lately!!! Loves!!!
I am blessed by beautiful art lately, yes. 😭💕
I miss u
Awwww I haven’t seen you in AGES but time doesn’t stop friendship at all. It kicks the test of time in the face and keeps on going! I miss you too and hope you and yours is safe and sound during these umm interesting times especially since I know your field of work means you have been probably SUPER busy. Thank you for being you and for all that you do!
Xau walked by the tall Xaela but bought herself to a stop. "Oh la la.." with a smile tugging at her lips, she walks up and runs her hand down his arm in a distraction. Only to grab the deliciously looking cake on the table before him that her eye had caught.
A grin crossed the Xaela’s face as she rubbed his arm, quickly turning into a look of astonished disbelief as Xau walked right by to drool over the cake a dear friend had delivered earlier that day. “Wow...rude. And don’t touch, not until after dinner at least.”
☆ Getting them something they need before they ask for it.
Gan stepped into the bar. She needed a drink. Something stiff that would really force her to relax. As she settled into the counter, Xau placed a glass in front of her, full with some top quality whiskey. She looked from the glass to Xau and a smile crossed her lips. Placing her hands over her heart, she let out an appreciative sigh.
“Xau, you’re a saint. I didn’t even need to ask and you already knew what I needed. Rai’s a lucky guy.” She smiles brightly at the Miqo’te woman and sips from the whiskey. “Thank you. A thousand times.”
🔥 a time my muse got caught doing something bad.
“Ehehe. Well...” Gan rubs the back of her neck awkwardly. “So.. when I was a bandit in Coerthas--pre calamity so before it was all snowy and shite--I was tryin’ to raid a merchant caravan with the crew I was with.”
She pauses and kicks her feet up on the table. “Well things went tits up and ‘fore we knew it, we were surrounded by Ishgardian knights. Didn’t want my fellows to get caught because you know how Ishgardians are. So... I did the only thing I could think of and charged, started climbin’ the knights one by one like they was trees.”
A soft chuckle escapes her as she thinks back on the memory. “Poor shits. They ain’t never experienced a small xaela woman treatin’ ‘em like fuckin’ jungle gyms and they were so confused as to what to do, that half my crew managed to escape. As for the rest of us, well... we all ended up in the cells in Whitebrim for a few days. I ended up conscripted, servin’ as muscle for the commander there in order to repent. Think I impressed ‘em.”
( Tagging @ghostlyfoxangel )
What do you think is the most useless class in high school?
I’d say it’s probably different for everyone, but for ME, absolutely math. I definitely believe everyone has a different way of learning and for math especially I did not learn it in remotely a correct way that let any of it sink in so it was just a waste of time all around.
✈ - an eye-opening memory
“Now, now, nothing I haven’t seen before love.” the woman says gently as he lifts his ragged shirt over his head. He’s still unsure and wants to make a run for it before he hears Gwendolyn from behind a screen near the door.
“Don’t worry Misto! You’ll be nice and clean in no time! Then I can show you my room!”
Once all his clothes were off he eyed the bubbles and porcelain tub wearily. The adult woman continued to coax him into it and he was surprised to find the water not only wasn’t cold like the sea but was piping hot.
“There we are, isn’t that better?”
He can hear Gwendolyn’s shoes skipping across the floor behind the screen and she sits and swings her feet. The woman who works for Gwendolyn’s father proceeds to wash years of dirt and grime off of his skin and though he feels like he should be on edge and nearly pulls himself out of the tub at one point she patiently talks him down and is soon tending to his hair. Careful not to pull she works out what tangles she can and cuts away the more stubborn mats before pouring warm water over his head and rubbing more frothy shampoo in to it.
And it’s relaxing. Soon he’s purring and closing his eyes.
And when it’s over all his muscles feel better then ever and it wasn’t long in to Gwendolyn’s tour of her room that he nodded off leaning against her bed.
He’d always loved baths after that.
@ghostlyfoxangel for the Memory Meme
ಠಿ_ಠ: Do they look up or down when they are trying to recollect something?
Amelia tends to look down when she’s trying to remember things. Or she just shuts her eyes completely when she has to think REALLY hard on something.