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@hydae said: “this is not good, if i may state the obvious.”

        “you may,” she says, amenably, turning towards him. “though it does little to change our circumstances, i fear.” she leans on the table overlooking the map, little pins marking all the places where the veil has grown dangerously thin and close to disappearing. “i don't even know where to start.”

[tcmpestes]

soft gestures + cuddling scone

He’s always hated the moments before sleep. How everything goes silent, how there’s nothing to keep his mind from wandering. The best nights are when he’s too tired to worry — the ones where he’s asleep before his head hits the pillow. Had he been alone that evening, he’d have gotten up to do…something or other, until his body felt heavier.

But, no. There’s a viera tucked into bed beside him, keeping him in place with a sturdy arm. Every time Scone moves, Tai Yang’s hold on him tightens ever so slightly. A gentle warning.

Rest. You need it.

And so the miqo’te has given up the fight, but not without a fruitless huff. He turns to bury his face into the chest of his mirror, and tries to still his mind enough to drift into sleep. A soft purr starts in his chest, gentle and rumbling.

After all, it would be fruitless to try and struggle. If the other hero of this star — someone who was equally resistant to rest — was insisting, then it must be serious. Perhaps it would be alright, just for a moment, to let the weaving of fate go unbothered by his touch. Just for a spell.

" You win this time. " Sleepily muttered in the space between flesh and sheet, tucked behind a smile as Scone closes his eyes.

[rooksgambits]

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@hydae said: “i'd tell you not to get in trouble, but i suspect it will find you whether you like it or not.”

        “please.” amrita quirks a smile, head canting slightly to the side as she pulls her scarf up over her nose and mouth. “i'm so good at getting out of trouble, it may as well be my middle name.” 

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@hydae said: “i cannot go home. not yet. not when this is the state of the world.”

        amrita peers at him curiously for a long moment—what little she can see behind his mask and cowl. she searches his mismatched eyes like she might discover some reasoning there. “you have a touch of true nobility about you,” she says, finally. “and if you wish to help, we can hardly refuse.” 

[anextravagantliar]

it's a classified matter — so to speak.

It's not the first time someone has told him that with little fuss. Instead, it is something he has almost become accustomed to; rather than telling the man to foolishly keep said secrets, he goads again, "Are we really sure? Things are still classified as the world is falling to bits and pieces?" He makes it sound as surprised as he can, though he knows it's all too true - the heavens could peel open like a great curtain, and they could fall to damp earth, and some would still keep their stories so tightly wound.

"Got it." It's almost stated with a laugh, almost half impressed. "Let me know when it isn't - always happy to lend and ear."

[aetherstories]

@hydae asked: i’m certain there are answers out there. we’ll find them together. / to cassius.

"Aye." He laughs. It's not the most cheerful of sounds, but it's honest enough, as he regards Tai Yang. "Either we will, or they will find us instead." He comments. "And time will tell whether they are the right ones."

And they will come with more questions, Cassius knows that: it's the way of life. He was asked just how far he would go for the Garlean Empire, and the answer was the line he would not cross. He was asked whether he would dare make a pact with the Void, and now the pact sits in a hollow of his soul.

He was asked if he would follow the path offered by the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, and there he is now, isn't he?

"We might not even need to wait for long." He even considered, mildly amused. "You, my friend, have a certain tendency to attract questions and answers both."

[aetherstories]

@hydae liked for a Scion!Cassius starter!

"Coerthas wasn't always this cold." Cassius comments, accent wavering slightly at the name of the region. He's too unsettled, after everything that's happened, after the way they've had to flee, to really notice.

He really shouldn't have grown so comfortable with the Scions, he knows it. And yet... He forces himself past the deep grief of betrayal. Oh the irony.

"So if you're going outside," he adds, however, "you might need to bundle up even more."