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[lunaetis]

@kiriisu​ asked :

" The coin has fallen and that means only one thing. " A smile as flirtatious and seductive directed toward Yelan. " Tonight you will spend with me. Those were the rules and I never break them. " It's true. Their little wager had perhaps been prejudiced by a gracious coin or perhaps Pantalone was luckier than he would have thought after all. His hand tucked beneath a soft black glove touched the delicate hand of the woman who had long stolen his sanity. " Please… Call me Talon. I don't like it when someone as special as you speak my "business" name. " His smile that could melt even the biggest icy heart appeared on his pale face with his eyes turned into two happy lines. He was happy that even such an innocent bet outside of their work could benefit more than anyone thought.

unprompted. || always accepting

─「夜兰」─  bets and challenges were something the owner of yanshang teahouse was quite familiar with. if anything, one could say she wouldn’t enter into a bet or challenge she didn’t know she could win. the old saying and warning people gave: don't play dice at yanshang teahouse was made with a reason. if it was within her territory, it was not possible for anyone to beat her at dice. she had both the means and skills to ensure her victory. yelan was too prideful to ever lose within the ground she commands and rules.

                he was an exception, however.

                for once, the INFORMANT entered into a bet that would decide her fate for the night with a plan to cheat like how she usually would. it sounded all grand and significant, especially considering who she was up against, and one would expect her to be pulling all stops to achieve the WIN.

                but the way her aquatic hues gazed at the regrator was a look that NO ONE had ever been able to call forth with her.

                “ it seems that luck is on your side tonight. alright. rules are rules. ” a harmless comment, but the SMILE appearing upon her lips was a telltale sign how this loss wasn’t having any negative effect on her. it was something important to note, however, that the usually COMPETITIVE spy had subtly let her guard down around the presence of someone who should be one of the most dangerous enemies she had ever faced. it was clear how these two’s relationship had developed past what anyone could perceive by titles alone.

                as his gloved hand came to her own, the female willingly laced their fingers together, filling the gaps between his digits with her own and marveled over how perfectly they had fitted together as though they were made for each other. she quietly brought his hand towards her lips, gently placing a KISS over his knuckles with a sweet smile no other had seen from her.

                “ tonight, i am yours, talon. ” special, he said. that goes for BOTH of them. the man before her, he was more special to her than anyone she had ever met, and she had allowed him inside the walls she had built. and in a way, she knew that she had forced her way inside of his fortress too. the smiles they had exchanged weren’t ones they conjured up to PLEASE others, but they were genuine, unaltered delight. within the confine of the room, away from others’ eyes, away from the public, they had allowed themselves to be seen at their most vulnerables.

                to have the other see that YEARN, that longing, that weakness they would surrender so willingly to no one but them.

                her free hand reached out, not willing to let go of their connected ones, before soft digits caressed over his jawline, as though memorized by the sight itself. since when did losing to him wasn’t so frustrating ? since when did he become someone she didn’t mind SURRENDERING to ? how dangerous.

                without a word, she leaned forward and guided him closer, before her lips captured his in a sweet, sweet kiss.

                maybe, her words weren’t only limited to tonight after all.

[vulpesjail]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒 blossom,   petite flowers held betwixt lithe digits whilst she weaves each delicate stem into a much larger and intricate braid     ⸻     A flower crown for locks blessed by the night itself.   And it is right during these rare but equally self - satisfying instances of harmless mundanity,   that she finds her mind roaming across territories previously unexperienced and unexplored   ;   even her saccharine tongue,   commonly sharpened into the most treacherous of weapons,   seems to momentarily forget to anticipatorily douse its expanse in   𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗   (   wear not the mask of the frail lamb,   but do not forget that you are the predator and not the prey   )   .   A fleeting glance,   cherry - hued tiers molding their curvature into a soft simper.   ❝   Behind every exquisite thing that existed,   𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰.   ❞

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥   ,   @kiriisu​​   (   aphelios maybe   )   .

[halcyonies]

[   𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.      ⇥   @kiriisu​​​​   !   ♡   ]

"Your feathers are too bright , I have never seen someone like this." Said Garuda looking with contempt which after a moment turned into laughter. "Don't take it seriously , it was meant as a compliment. Anyone with beautiful feathers deserves my respect. However, you don't look like someone of my kind. May I know your name?" Curious as ever, he wanted to know the name of the being who intrigued him. She did not look like the harpy that Garuda was, but still… there was something similar that made him want to know her better. \ birb for birb ovo

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐁𝐁𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒,   and she became the fallen leaf that gladly allows the current to lead her forward,   with neither destination nor goal,   a lone being shackled by the strength of her emotions and her emotions alone.   So very powerful was the draw of her curiosity,   that it drew proximity     ⸻     A step forward,   then another,   until the celestial musician was close enough to almost touch his own feathers   (   they were real,   she silently told herself,   as real as her own,   albeit bathed in the colors of sunrise and dusk rather than in those of the tranquil wintry skies   )   .   His demeanor had confused her,   but the melody of his laughter had taken precedence over any previously borne doubt and concern   ;   in pristine fashion,   the curvature of her own tiers reached for the apples of her cheeks and she found herself smiling with neither reason nor cause. 

❝   You really think that my feathers are beautiful   ?   ❞   Insecurity given voice and weight,   the burden of   INHUMANITY   making itself known through the way Sonus unconsciously pleaded for bare validation:   at first,   she had been inexplicably blithe at the sight of her wings,   proud even,   before a voice off the court had commented on the irreversible loss of humanity that she had gone through.   AFTER ALL,   ISN’T GODHOOD MERELY BEASTHOOD CROWNED IN GOLD   ?

A single plumed ears flickered and wiggled,   physical demonstration of her soul attempting at pushing all these melancholic memories aside.   When Sonus spoke again,   her voice was once more that of a songbird,   delicate,   warm,   barren of bitterness.   ❝   People usually refer to me as Kinnara,   but you can call me Sonus.   I’m a musician hailing from Itsukushima,   ❞   can a half truth be considered a half lie   ?   Never before had she introduced herself with the title of a goddess,   for it always had sounded too pretentious...   It had always sounded like something she did not deserve.   ❝   What about you,   what’s your name   ?   Your wings are soooo much bigger than mine   !   Does this mean that you can fly with them   ?   ❞

[lunaetis]

@kiriisu​ asked :

"It's been so long... So much that I have forgotten what a true smile caused by happiness is." His smile so genuine shrouded in streaming tears down his cheeks that had not floated upward for a good few years. Noctis hugged Stella tightly while burying his head in her shoulder. "You are here Stella. You really are... I am also here... Your one and true Noct." The grip of his hands so strong on the woman's body, as if he was never going to let her go again. And a voice trembling with escaping tears of happiness.

unprompted. || always accepting

─「ステラ」─  how long had it been ? even the LOST STAR had lost count of the time she had spent drifting in between different worlds, the journey she made throughout the galaxies guided by only glimmer of light. from one world to another, until she had arrived upon the WORLD built from the destruction of her own. a world that shared the soul of the old one, and her very soul being pulled towards this plane where his counterpart would be.

                and upon meeting him, she had prepared herself to greet him a stranger for he was not the one she had met. the SAME CORE ORIGIN being divided into different counterparts, and he was the very same. despite carrying his face, his voice, his appearance, he was not hers. not her noctis.

                you are here, stella.                 i am also here.                 your one and true noct.

                she felt her BREATH caught in her lungs, and vision began to blur from the unknown warmth rising underneath her eyes. his smile, his relief, that spark within his beautiful gaze, it wasn’t a gaze when one would look at a stranger, no. it was a gaze placed upon someone they had been searching for. the same gaze she had when she looked at him.

                “ prince ... noctis ... ” her amethyst hues welled up in tears, the burning tears she didn’t know she had been holding. they came cascading down her delicate face, and his STRONG ARMS came wrapping around her form. how could this be ? how ... ? there were no explanation she could’ve given. he wasn’t supposed to be hers, but ... he was. the way he called her name, the bashful smile he had mirroring their last meeting before everything was destroyed. this was him.

                this was really him.

                fingers grappled desperately against his back, and her entire form sink into his hold as though she could melt into his EMBRACE. her face was buried into his chest, as his found refuge in her smaller, trembling shoulder. the warm tears she shed was staining his clothes, but everything was of NO IMPORTANCE than the presence before her. and for once, for once, the ever so strong otherworldly traveler crumbled right in his hold. all the weight of another world, the tragedy she had witnessed, the people she had lost, the BURDEN of survivor, they all came crashing down and she cried.

                out of happiness, out of relief, out of miraculous reunion, she cried so hard against the person who held her heart all this time. he’s here.

                “ noct ... ”

                i’ll call you that the next time we meet.

                “ noct .. noct ... ” noctis. my noctis.

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @kiriisu​​ || pantalone & yelan || plotted starter ]

─「夜兰」─  people say you always remember your first. perhaps, that much was true even when it comes to the ENIGMATIC LADY whom most people wouldn’t be able to identify at first glance. the fact that she was fixated on finding the regrator was a proof on how the informant wasn’t able to let go of the one failure of a mission where something of treasure had been stolen from her. she was used to taking what she deemed fit as a PRICE, however, that was the first time anyone managed to steal from her.

                even though the mystical fur coat hung over her shoulders would be a proof enough of her exacting her compensation from the said HARBINGER, her heart wouldn’t let go. as much as it was risky to dive too deep into this, it was already too late to pull back now. NIGHTTIME had fallen upon the land of liyue as the figure was seen walking under the shadow, following the trails that she was confident had been left there on PURPOSE. she wasn’t a fool, after all. for her search to suddenly turn fruitful after months of nothing ? it wasn’t luck. it was planned.

                heels clicked against the hard surface of an abandoned ruin ground. there was a trace of AURA to be picked up, while too faint to determine whose it belonged to, if it was foreign, it must be HIM. after all, she would recognize it should it belonged to anyone in liyue. turquoise optics narrowed carefully, voice cutting through the silence.

                “ it’s rude to keep a lady waiting, you know ? ”

[poppydedicant]

you know how much i hate it. [ from noctis ]

Midnights, part of this complete breakfast:

"What? The throne? You cannot be serious, Your Highness..." Though he acts surprised, he was half expecting his reluctance. Everyone could notice it, they just ignored it. Even though he sat there without a care in the world, even though he could attend whatever royal meetings and get-togethers there could be, this was not what he wanted. It was just what he was fated to do.

"Well, I guess I do know.. But I've always wondered why you have not made a move to change such fate. You have the power... And the means..." Ever one to nudge things onto a direction of amusement, he tried sparking a reaction out of the other. To him, he seemed ever so serious, so distant. Well, what would he know, though? Unlike his closest guards -- some would call them friends, even -- he was but another cog in the infinite wheel that turned the prince's destiny just a tiny bit.

"And is there something I can do, perhaps, to aid you in changing this? I'd lend you my services for a price, as usual."

[poppydedicant]

i don’t start shit, but i can tell you how it ends. [ from Genesis ]

Midnights, part of this complete breakfast:

"Oh, you're a feisty one." It seemed to be a constant in that place. Everyone seemed to be on the defensive, somehow. It was fun that way but thoroughly dangerous. This one in particular seemed to be quite the threat, especially with the words uttered there. Hopefully, they were not aimed at him or he'd have to use his faulty magics and probably suffer the consequences.

"Do tell, though. I'd love to hear how this whole debacle ends... Whichever debacle it is, of course. I am not the best when it comes to knowledge of this strange... city, if it can be called that." He wouldn't bore the stranger with his shenanigans, especially if the other had some kind of problem with him -- he was still hoping that was not the case.

[praeniiteo]

@kiriisu​ -- starter call

a hand placed gently on noct’s shoulder as he walked over and sat down next to him with a warm smile.

“you seem distressed, noct. do you wish to have an ear to rant to, i’d rather you talk to me than keep it bottled up.”