#infatus

[xflamboyant-archive-blog]

infatus

     "So, uh... what was it like? Being crystal, I mean."

[lazuliss]

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        "Is Gadot that charming to all           of your guests or just me?" 

        Sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴍ ɪs ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ within his words.

[lazuliss]

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        Wᴀᴠᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ sᴜғғᴜsᴇ the sand beneath their feet, licks at heels, spits spray at their shuffle. Sandal-clad toes shimmy sideward to dodge, and from sidelines it is akin to a dance of blades and limbs. A sweep to be dodged or a strike that connects when defences falter summarizes the altercation. Through the struggle there is a tension, a desperation between both parties, and it provokes them to clash at full potential.

Noel fights with superlative precision, focus so acute it is near guaranteed that any element of his attack collides, but not mortally wounds. It is to ensure the preservation of his opponent's life. No desire to kill permeates thoughts. But Caius' intent opposes, the seeress' guardian wishes to fall at the end of battle---- Noel simply wishes to say his piece. And if a clash was the sole viable method to communicate his plea, one to persuade him to reconsider his actions, then let it be so. The misfortune is his mentor's lack of initiative to be cooperative.

At the tail of an additional swing, the slender sword within the hunter's possession is at a standstill. And the sea sputters at the interruption, projecting aqua to bedew the garment and flesh of the combatants. A silence befalls this realm. The successor stands before the mentor, with expression stoic, unmoving. But his blade is risen far from the latter's form.

        "That's enough, Caius. I'm not fighting you anymore." 

                                                    【 ᴠᴀʟʜᴀʟʟᴀ ??? ᴀғ】【xoblivium ⇏ infatus】

[xmilitis]

ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘʀᴇss ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴀᴇ