#lcmina

[f247kdrama]

When even Aura farming is stunned in awed silence

[shad0wbringer]

@lcmina lune's ♡ | currently accepting.

the light of the campfire seems to reflect her yellowish eyes. sciel's body is tired but glad that she's still here with them ; it's hard to think about the horrors of the coast , the bloodshed. shivers for few seconds ; without thinking her eyes seems to look around the camp for her teammate. " lune ? "

[lechampionne]

i've got one year to make it all work, and that's what i'm gonna do. make it work. all of it. / ouchie @lcmina

"you do realize i have that same year as you do, yes?" a huff as she tended to the fire -- no chroma, no pictos. just old school sticks and dry leaves to reignite it. crouching, she glances over at him before giving a shake of her head and wiping her hands on her pants -- stood, moved away from the warmth in favor of traveling towards the edge of the nearby cliff. she was RIGHT THERE. the paintress, the monolith. merde, she never wanted to be there again.

"you're just as foolish as you were in lumiere, you know." but it's said fondly, almost with ENVY. besides the horrors he'd recently experienced and how they warped a person, he still was... gustave. her gustave, as she would so teasingly say in another time, another life. she wished she still had that hope, that spark. but four years on the continent would change you, warp you, twist you into something nearly unrecognizable and... hollow. she hadn't felt warmth in so, so long -- and she wasn't referring to the fire.

"i... want to believe you can do it. god knows if anyone can, it's you. i just..." have seen too much. have been covered in the blood of so, SO many who have had the same hopes and ideals. did she not once have a twinkle in her eye? did she not once think that she could be a hero? her back was to him now as she crossed her arms over her chest, gaze never leaving the crying paintress in the distance.

"please don't make me bury you too."

[lechampionne]

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning . @lcmina

it was that beautiful, fluffy sort of light -- you know? the one mixed with the light, light blues and light, light pinks of the sky that drifted through gossamer curtains. the window ever so slightly open, creating a gentle breeze which was both energizing and comforting at the same time. kind of perfect, by hawke's standards.

and it's quiet -- well, as quiet as it could get with HER in a room. the softest of laughs and breaths, the barely there sounds of sheets shifting beneath their movements as her lips met his. not awake enough to fully commit or push forward, just enough to mouth at his bottom lip with a gentle hum.

"are you sure i can't convince you to stay?" wanting, wishing, NEEDING. she didn't want to feel the empty bed after he left it, didn't want to be stuck in a room with only his scent and the memory of him. "tell them that you're terribly ill and i must take care of you. you can't possibly leave the bed, you MUST allow me to help you with your recovery. it could take DAYS..."

[inkflowd]

[ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. @lcmina

there's a hiss -- a warning and a reaction all rolled into one convenient package as her shirt hit the wet dirt with a soft thud. caked in blood, a mixture of her own and the nevron's that took far too long to take down. she wasn't sure which hurt more, her picto covered arm or the slow closing wound on her right shoulder. did it matter? not in the slightest.

"ah -- you don't have to." a murmur, tired and softer than she usually sounded. she would blame it on the exhaustion when the time came to. pants next, stiff with the dirt and grime and blood. stepping out of them required her hands to find purchase on his shoulders as she bit back a most pathetic moan of pain -- he would be able to sense it, though... probably because of the way her nails bit down into the meat of him before she quickly relinquished her hold. "sorry." less a word and more of a breath as she simply stood there for a moment, eyes squeezed shut as lune attempted (and failed) to push away the pain.

"thank you." because what else could she say? eyes wouldn't meet his as she felt so WEAK, so useless in this moment. not enough chroma to fully heal herself -- she would have to leave that to the river. "you can go back, i'll be fine. the wound looks deeper than it is -- no torn muscles or nicked arteries. it'll heal in a few hours."

[lechampionne]

Wrong blog but i can totally make a case for gustave being dark n broody :3

can't believe gustave expedition 33 and hawke dragon age are actually soulmates. wild stuff

[lechampionne]

i just want to sit here, eat cake, and forget the world outside of us exists. / ha h a sobs @lcmina

"oh, wouldn't THAT be a delight!" as it was, she leaned over with her fork to take a stab at the slice on his plate -- it was a delicious, little thing. all decadent chocolate and strawberries from catherine's birthday party that hawke had been oh so generous enough to steal on his behalf. working again -- always working. did he ever REST?

"well, we have the night. and maybe a bit of the morning. i saw emma taking maelle home and she looked so tuckered out that i thought she might curl up and sleep on a bench, so you don't have to worry about them. sciel said she misses you and tried to get me to bully you into coming, but i knew it would be a lost cause." looking over his shoulder now at his work, a brow raised before hawke ate her bite of cake and put the fork down. reaching now, snatching his journal to hold it out of reach... or, at least, she tried to.

"no more work -- all work and no play will just give you wrinkles and a permanent frown."

[inkflowdmoved]

i don't think i'm the hero type. @lcmina

"so what are you then, gustave? the quitting type?" she didn't mean to be so sharp, so direct -- but what else could she be at a time like this? toes barely brushing against the grass beneath them as she floated in the air, moving a few feet in front of him to get a good look at their surroundings. beautiful, otherworldly, a literal ocean surrounding them. a damned WHALE was swimming overhead! but she couldn't focus on that, not when he sounded so... broken.

eyes snapped from above her to his face and finally, her sharp edges began to soften. just a bit. they'd been, well, not at each other's THROATS but certainly at odds since she found him... it had to stop. they had to be a TEAM. "we're not doing this to be heroes. you know that better than anyone." trying to connect, trying so damn hard to get them both on solid ground again.

"we can do this, gustave. more than that -- we have to."