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[inigmati]

It feels as though the furrow in her brow is going to stay stuck there, at this point.           Despite the pleasantries exchanged with the few people she’s managed to speak to in ... wherever she is (gods, that’s not worrying at all, is it) Robin can’t help but feel rather annoyed at her apparent bout of amnesia. Her expression manages to smooth out whenever she speaks to someone else, but her lips always purse again afterwards as her thoughts drift back towards what—over who she is.           Clearly, she’s accustomed to battle. Her mind for tactics hasn’t seem to be lost, nor has she forgotten at least her name ... but that seems to be all she remembers. And there has to be more to Robin than simply tactician, right?         At some point, her gaze fell lower than it should be from her musings, and by the time she raises it, it’s after she’s bumped head-first into someone else, and no, that did not startle out a weird noise of surprise from her.                                   “Bwa—                                                  —Ah ...”

        “—Ahem. I ... am so sorry about that;                   I wasn’t exactly looking where I was going ...”

@laslow.

[pxperhearts]

@laslow;

Gerome shifted in the bushes, careful of where he stepped so as not to make too loud of a sound and draw attention his way. The moon was high and illuminated Inigo’s form as he danced near the lake’s surface. He should reveal himself, it wasn’t as Inigo didn’t know he planned to be here, and yet...

Before he could stew in his thoughts for too long, a hard snout found his back, and Minerva was pushing him out of the tree line and into the open. He stumbled with a yelp and hit the ground on both knees, palms outstretched to catch himself. He looked up, thankful that his mask and the darkness partially hid the flare he could feel erupting across his cheeks. 

[fairelance]

@laslow you bullied me into bringing Xander in so he’s going to bully y-

Xander hardly needed to look up from his reconnaissance documents, shuffling them with a dry click of his tongue as he noticed the smear of gray movement in his peripheral.

“Need I remind you, Laslow, you’re still under house arrest.”

[fairelance]

@laslow​ wants to help Lucetta’s project!

“Alright, so... What’s your favorite color, animal, and, um,” she glanced at her notes, “pastry? Or food, that works, too.”

[aethe-als]

@laslow​  :   ;* love you

𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 ,  illuminating the curvature of inigo’s soft face  --  it contours his cheeks with shadows and morning light ,  while lucina sits up in bed ,  watching the sun revolve him .   has it been a year ,  or a day ,  since they departed from ylisstol ?   time seemed irrelevant in this new ,  peaceful world .   their world ,  now .

lucina’s fingers are feather  -  soft as she caresses his cheek ,  watching him slowly awaken  --  his first words are always  ‘  good morning  ’ ,  followed with an  ‘  i love you .  ’  ;  she doesn’t think she’ll ever tire of hearing him say so .

                     ❛     and i love you .     ❜

she always replies .

[aethe-als]

‹   sc.    –    @laslow  ⁝

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 .   despite having invited him to tea ,  it took lucina many moments to find her words ,  after a quiet hello .     ❛     i don’t think i ever thanked you ,     ❜     she said ,  gazing deeply into the steam .     ❛     before we came to this time ...   i still remember how quickly you made the decision to follow me ,  and i truly believe that gave everyone else courage .   it certainly did me .     ❜

[muselived]

@laslow​ / CALL

❝DO YOU REALLY NEED me for some silly school project?❞

Rarely would students ever reach out to him, let alone the police in general, for projects. The most Keith had dealt with was pranksters simply there for the sake of irritating him; which rarely worked in the end. Sigh exhales through his lips, sticking the cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

❝My answer is no. Go bother someone else.❞ 

[fallofnobility]

@laslow

Everyone seemed so...happy lately. It was a rather odd sensation, honestly. Watching the others so glad and merry after everything that had taken place. She supposed it made sense, after all, there was no immediate threat looming over them all. But Vitani still found it so hard to wrap their head around this, as they did many of the emotions their friends tended to display. So they watched on, a large finger in their mouth as they tilted their head slightly, not noticing the approaching male until their heard his steps, ocean blue eyes quickly flickering to land on him.

“Want something...? Need something...?”