#libra support

[dreamyarcher]

"Setsuna, here." Libra said, moving in close enough he almost, almost carelessly brushed up against her. Slowly, he tucked a flower behind her ear. "You look beautiful."

Setsuna looked up at the sound of his voice. He was closer than she expected and she paused her answer, watching him curiously. She did her best not to lean into him too much, tilting her head as she watched him reach for her.

She blinked as she felt something slide into place and reached up once his hand was cleared. Her fingers gently ran against the petals and she smiled, letting out a quiet laugh.

“I…thank you.” She answered, eyes dropping bashfully. He was beautiful. She was being unfair not reciprocating that. “I don’t have a beautiful flower to give you…” she hesitated a moment, considering her words before her gaze flicked back to him. “…can I give you me as a makeup flower?” She mumbled.

[dreamyarcher]

ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c)

Setsuna grinned at the warm embrace. “Oh no!” She drawled out, wrapping her own arms around his neck. “I’ve been caught...in a Libtrap.” Giggling, she moved closer to him, resting her forehead against his. “The worst trap ever...the hardest to escape...”

She heaved one loud, exaggerated sigh. “I don’t think I’ll ever escape on my own...guess I’ll just have to stay here...until a charming hero gets me out...oh no...” Luckily for her, there were no heroes charming enough anywhere in the vicinity. 

She pressed a soft kiss against his lips before pulling back with a smile. “Best trap.”

[dreamyarcher]

A florist helped him pick out the flowers, because otherwise he would have picked up pretty, but offensively meaning flowers, so what he has instead is sunflowers and pansies, and he drops them off with a passingly fair scribbled note

Sunflowers: Gratitude, AdorationPansies: loving thoughts

The moment she sees the note and realizes just who the gift is from, a wide smile covers Setsuna’s face and she can’t stop the giddy giggling that slips out of her. She reads the note once, twice, more times than she cares to count before she finally starts to look at the flowers.

They’re beautiful, of course, and she’s thankful for the passing mention in the note of just what they mean. She slowly twirls the stem of one and wishes he’d stayed long enough that she could see him. At the very least, she’d like to be able to thank him in person.

She should send some back, she realizes. Some of the same, of course, to match his own. Orange roses too, and maybe violets. Yellow tulips? No, not yet, too far. 

With a smile, she leaves the flowers in her room and heads off to the florist.

[dreamyarcher]

♡ ((ooc; kiss it better kiss it better kiss it better-))

((Libra pls))

“I think you’re probably better at this than I am.” Setsuna mumbled. She frowned as she did her best to focus on the task. “I think we might need to make sure this stays tie job and not mine.”

Dealing with a broken shoulder was not something Setsuna was prepared to deal with. And it was unfortunately something that she couldn’t just help Libra deal with himself. He had instructed her through the process of splinting it to prevent further damage, but they wouldn’t be able to really have it taken care of until they made their way back to camp. She wasn’t sure what those faceless lookalikes were, but she knew she never wanted the two of them to have to deal with one again

“That should do it.” She said, pulling back to inspect it. It looked…rather poorly done, and she worried that it might come undone as they moved, but she didn’t want to risk hurting him more by tightening it. “I hope.”

She looked over at Libra’s face and frowned again, this time though from discontent. “You shouldn’t scare people like that you know.” She huffed and tugged the bandage to try and better cover the wounded arm. “I was scared for you…”

Almost an afterthought, she leaned over and pressed her lips against the injury. It was feather light, as she still worried over it, but she hoped it conveyed what she wanted - that she cared for him…and was scared to lose him.

With that, she sighed and stood, brushing dirt from her knees. “Well…we should get going. You need to be looked at.”

[dreamyarcher]

Libra walks in with arms full to bursting with blankets, and uses them as a sort of barricade in order to herd Setsuna bedwards, not speaking, just sort of. Pushing her to bed. By "accident"

Setsuna had insisted she was fine. She had assured and she had even promised that she was doing fine. A few had even believed her! So when Libra came stumbling in with his arms full of blankets, clearly ushering her towards the bed, she was a bit annoyed.

“Libra,” she whined exasperatedly. “Libra, I already told the others.” A step back. “I’m fine, really, I-” another step. “I’m sure you have other things to-” a stumble. “Libra, stop!”

[varindia]

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[sweetestest-ninja]

Gabriel nodes and grabs Asugi's thumb with his front paws. The mole was always hungry for some odd reason ever since it was fed with a cookie, worm became tasteless and it developed a taste for human food now, bar vegetables.

“Aw, such a cute lil guy... Erm... I think?” He checked. “Yeah -- guy. Here you go -- I know I shouldn’t give you this because of how bad it must be for you, but... I just can’t resist!”

Asugi offered a modest chunk of a sugar cookie he was saving in his pocket, careful to keep his fingers away from the small beast’s sharp teeth.

[sweetestest-ninja]

The mole apparently smelt something sweet in the ninja's pockets, so Gabriel proceeds to climbs blindly into Asugi's pockets, blindly sniffing for where the sweetness may come from.

“Oh?” Asugi laughed, fishing the creature out and examining it in his hands. “Well hey there, lil guy! Were you hoping to get one of my treats, Nubkins?” He scratched it on the head, apparently having become quite used to strange creatures trying to worm into his pockets for a bite to eat.