#guardianofmana

[starulus]

★; starter for @guardianofmana​ !

    Once Lloyd has retired to the inn, Colette can think of no reason to continue hovering before its threshold. She’s already said her piece. Anything more would only be a burden, for the feelings stirring within her friend’s heart are complex. Delicate. His to interpret and act upon alone. Giving him the space to do exactly that is something she intends on.

    And so, the girl enjoys a quiet, uninvolved conversation with Presea. Sits next to Genis at the riverside, occasionally chiming in with offerings of words she can only hope will serve to distract or soothe. Through honeyed tones, convinces the Professor not to fret over her safety to the extent that she neglects to respect her faculty and, at the whims of a gut feeling, slips away to take a short walk and survey Heimdall’s viridescent outskirts.

    Lo and behold—right as the sky begins to shrug off its cool hues in favor of something warmer, that hunch she’d had is proven correct. Just aside the trunk of a rather elegant looking oak, Yuan stands, lying in wait for what tomorrow, in all of its uncertain splendor, may bring.

    It isn’t as if she’s intending to sneak up on him. Not at all. In fact, Colette has doubts she could succeed in doing so if she tried. It does, however, feel far too abrupt and unceremonious for her tastes when, at the exact moment she intends to formally make her presence known with a greeting, a root catches one everlastingly clumsy foot, sending its owner toppling down onto the forest floor.

    “Ow...”

[azotas-archived]

@guardianofmana​ 

          ❛   you’re only haunted by the ones you never meant to kill.    ❜  came the vague answer, verdant hues watching with cold, calculation.

          ❛   if you’re careless in your actions, you’ll find it coming back to bite you.   ❜

“Such sentiments don’t apply to me, sir.” There was a slight pause under the other’s gaze before he simply smiled. Seems he wasn’t the only one weary of a strangers presence. 

“How careless have you been to become so cautious?”

[aethear]

        “ you can just say that you missed me, you know. ” because i most certainly missed you, is what she would say outright were she not a hypocrite. he’s admitted it before, she’s admitted it before --- yet, stubbornness is such a fickle thing. and it’s strange how used to companionship she’d gotten, so much so that ... it almost hadn’t been worth it to be away. but it’s not as if she’d the faculties to stay in one place for long regardless of whether or not she’d purchased a house in asgard or frequented the grounds of the tree of mana. just the same, there was someone here, someone that wouldn’t fade from existence in the blink of an eye, someone like her.

        is that, perhaps, selfish ? lux isn’t entirely certain, except --- isn’t caring for anything or anyone inherently selfish ?

        no matter, the woman concludes, offering up her most you - can - be - stubborn - but - i’ll - know - better smile. “ or, at the very least, tell me how you’ve been ? i found myself wondering that more often than not. i must be getting old, mm ? to be getting caught up in such sentimentality ... ”

@guardianofmana​ // starter call.

[sirenssonnet]

Nice Cape

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The child looked at the blue haired man before her then to the cape on his back. That was a pretty cool cape, not as cool as her hat though. She smiled.

“That's a cool cape, nano ja.”

[forceseal]

@guardianofmana

“No offense, but you don’t exactly strike me as someone who would be fun at parties!”

[aethear-moved-blog]

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' about damn time! '

          ❛ Awe---Did someone miss me...?? ❜

[eirenix]

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[anneslace]

@guardianofmana

cheeks puffed out momentarily, her cheeks heating up with embarrassment. the small stack of paper she was holding, which was bound clumsily by a ribbon, was opened and flipped through, revealing blank pages. it looked as though it was barely keeping itself together, threatening to fall apart at any moment.

            “ it’s supposed to be a journal !! or a diary... or a sketchbook... or... ” uncertainty caused her voice to waver, and she looked off to the side for just a second before the book was slammed shut, her defiant gaze returning. “ or whatever he’d need a book for! this was my third try, i thought it’d be obvious what it was !! ”