#highwindo

[fatumimpera]

@highwindo || closed starter

"There you are. I've been looking for you," Benedikta called out once she saw Aranea, arms crossing over her chest as she offered the dragoon a faint smile in greeting.

She had just arrived back from visiting Kupka and she was tired. The moment she had thought she had a moment to herself, Sleipnir had showed up with orders about a new mission. So much for resting. Oh, how she wished to scratch that smug smile off of the Lord Commander's pretty face.

"We have a mission." That wasn't quite true. Benedikta had a mission and she had decided that Aranea was coming along. She was, to put it mildly, tired of men. Just for the moment she wanted to avoid them – Gerulf would survive not coming along. She could really use some female company.

[lumined]

-pets vincent-

❝ what do you think you're doing ? ❞

crimson hues narrow at @highwindo as her hand lifts to his hair before preceding to run her hand down inky strands. he freezes at the contact, statuesque in his chair as she continues the motion. despite his frosty attitude and the furrow of his brows, vincent didn't actually do anything to stop her. if anything, it felt . . . nice.

❝ you're petting me as though i'm a pet. ❞

unprompted ━ always accepting

[rhapsodosage]

@highwindo —- TWIST : twist gen's arm behind her back. / SILENCE.

pride can bruise just as easily as the flesh. genesis' ego is overgrown, it twists and wraps around her nervous system like crawling ivy. the physical pain doesn't register. even here, with his face pressed into the cold, hard ground. even with his arm bent and wrenched unnaturally behind her back, she doesn't flinch or cry out. all he feels is humiliation, the shame and anger crawling up her throat, and an overwhelming need to get this bitch OFF of her!

it was supposed to be a 'friendly' spar. but genesis never did anything by halves, and apparently the commander wasn't one to back down either. in any other position, genesis would bite, or kick, or scratch — or rip the girl's hair from her head. he'd never been afraid of fighting dirty, he wasn't the 'honourable' one. but on the ground, arms pinned, aranea has effectively immobilized her. genesis would be impressed, if he wasn't so pissed off. that was not an easy task.

a growl rips its way out of genesis' chest, guttural and ugly. she writhes and thrashes in aranea's grip, still seeking an escape route despite being thoroughly beaten. she whips his head around to meet her opponent's eyes, contorting his face into a sneer. a defense mechanism — never let them know they've won. "are you satisfied now?" genesis voice drips with venom, as best he can while struggling to breathe. "do you feel - ah, do you feel big and strong now?" she winces slightly, near imperceptible. the ground beneath is starting to dig into his ribs. "don't think this makes you stronger than me. i will never be beneath you."

[hellbloom]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAROO !!! BEST WISHES FOR YOU BC YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING THATS GOOD !!! ILU SM ! ♥

THANK YOU SO MUCH MIYATA, I LOVE YOU TOO. IN ALL CAPS. MAY YOU HAVE A GOOD AND NON-OBNOXIOUSLY BUSY DAY-- while I daydream about vita stepping on damon and keres biting his wife 🥰

[callmeteor]

hey pretty eyes! hear its your bday

  @highwindo

unenthused  ,  uninterested  ,  a  little  uncomfortable  ,  and  overly  exhausted  .  he's  got  one  word  :   

                                                                ❛  yup .  ❜

[rcsfield]

🪽 [ for @highwindo ]

the smoke is clearing, but the ache in joshua's head and lungs isn't shifting for a second. it's all made worse by the ragged breaths forcing their way out of him like an animal on the verge of collapse.

he's dizzy, and he doesn't see clive anywhere. not anymore, not since they'd handled dion and— he remembers guiding dion's body down after the fight, alongside clive, he remembers their mother and the knife and.. how did he end up here, in the rubble?

coughs wrack his frame and he can feel the wetness of blood on his lips, dripping down his chin in thick, stomach-turning strings, iron burning the back of his throat. he's pushed himself far too hard tonight, perhaps this entire week as a whole, but his head snaps up too quickly for his unfocused gaze to follow at the sound of boots scuffing dirt.

silver hair, sharp armour, a dragoon's lance— joshua doesn't know whether to be wary or relieved, nothing here tells him if this is friend or foe. not that he's in any condition to defend himself, either way.

“ a dragoon? ” the words are like sandpaper, hoarse and wet from the blood still coating the inside of his mouth. it's a poor greeting, but he can barely breathe enough to force out the words. twinside is in ruins and despite his intentions, he's no less uninvited and on enemy territory. “ are you with the prince? ”

[rigortus]

can you even climb ?

      no. but i can do this

[kingxlionhartmoved]

@highwindo single sentence starter

"yeah, no, i understand we ditched them and everything, but are they going to be okay?"