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[virmentis-blog]

         A frustrated mood pervaded Cyrus, uncharacteristic yet present nonetheless. His stare was drilled to the phone, flicking through it listlessly, fiddling around as best he could. He was tenacious, but eventually, he had to give up. It wasn’t until he sighed and finally looked at the unassuming park surrounding him that he spotted her.

   He blinked, stunned like he was viewing an apparition, but soon his eyes lit up.

     “Oh!” He was shocked, in the most pleasant way possible. Rising from his seat, he set a brisk pace towards the woman he saw.

     “Well, unless my eyes are deceiving me, I do believe a luckier coincidence has never happened to me in my life. Primrose, how happy I am to see you!” He saw no reason to be cautious at the moment, even with the clones running rampant in the city. Then again, he’d waltzed into more dangerous predicaments with even greater confidence.

     “How fare you, my girl? Have you taken to this place well enough?”

For @liondanced (sc.)

[tradetales-blog]

It’d been a pretty long day. Taking a moment to breathe, she leans against a wall in Archimedes Ward, thinking she should probably find somewhere that wasn’t infested by spooks to spend the night -- instead her eyes catching on a familiar silhouette that she couldn’t ignore. “Primrose?” Alive, she hopes -- though the thought of Primrose falling to anything was hard to believe.

“You’re okay!” And she did seem to be alive -- but perhaps not okay. Was she being followed? “Are you hurt?” She glances behind Primrose, and then past her own back. “I’m glad to see you.”

@liondanced

[heilengel-blog]

✩ ; @liondanced.

     “Well Primrose, are you enjoying the festivities? Planning to show up these dancers?” The first night of the celebrations were dedicated to birth, the very beginning stage of life. Angela sat with Primrose in the heart of Archimedes, taking in all that occurred around her, enjoying the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the city’s residents. Though she wasn’t one to dance often, she had to admit that the celebratory and blissful state of the citizens was inspiring. She was determined to enjoy this part of the Celebration of Life as thoroughly as possible, before she would be confronted more directly with the task ahead: remembering the dead, something she already did all too often both as a person, and as a medical professional. “It’s certainly nice to see people let loose like this. Abandon their inhibitions, you know?”

[scarfheroine]

@liondanced​​ ♡’d for a starter

“It’s quite a cozy atmosphere, don’t you think?” An antique shop isn’t quite near the top of her list for places she’d consider super important to check out, but, well— relics had been a little tempting, and really, it taps into her sentimental heart to see parts of the city’s history like this. Not a super populated shop, and the sort of lingering old smell...it kind of made her want to grab a book and just stay there for a bit. “Too bad we probably can’t take any of it home with us.”

[arnath]

✴: » With the advent of chaos now running amok the people in a hurry to try and find a means to fight off the newest invader of the land, Arnath found herself resting against a tree, having met up with a familiar face.. although with a less than familiar body, afloat in a stream of river that ran perpendicular with her path in particular. She just wanted to get away from the noise of it all but found herself coming back to the center of madness as a sigh escaped her lips. 

“ It looks like things will be approaching a climax rather soon. At the center of all of this there may be some kind of confrontation.. I’d probably say it’d be best for you to help out the civilians get away from that thing when that time comes. “ 

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[scherwiz]

          @liondanced.

It was just meant to be a quick trip -- a brief visit to Opalaria out of the water to blow off some steam, mostly. Have a drink or two and a good meal. It seemed, though, that despite the tension looming in the air there were those that were clearly still unhappy to spot what was visibly a Siren, human form or not, in their midst.

He’d just keep himself out of the way, then. Whatever. Not worth getting into any fuss over it when he wanted to save his strength for whatever worries might encroach once the sun set.

Except the table most out of the way already had somebody sitting at it.

A Mermaid proper, by the looks of it, though in her own human form. Hopefully not one about to throw a fit about his being a Siren. He’d had quite enough of that for one day.

“Oi, lass.”

“Is this seat taken?”

He gave a nod to the free seat at her table.

“I don’t plan to stay long, so I won’t be getting in your way. Just a quick break before nightfall.”

[fleureia]

      “To be completely honest, I’ve never been one for drink!” At least not enthusiastically; enjoying alcohol was something that Sumia had only done sparingly in the past, and it was never particularly good or especially enticing. Since arriving in this modern setting, she’d been exposed to more options, some of which were fruity and even flowery. Finally they caught her attention, and she was willing to delve deeper into this world she’d been mostly foreign to before now.

      “I do want to learn to make a few things myself. It can be nice to unwind with a drink, or to share one with someone you love, so I thought I should try some first before deciding which I should learn to make!” As far as she could tell, the mead and ale available in her own realm paled in comparison to the options available here. “Can I ask what your favorite is, Primrose?” / @liondanced (sc)

[virmentis-blog]

❝ Every show must come to an end. It’s time to lower the curtain. ❞

@liondanced

         His brows knit in confusion, hand pausing halfway through his page turn as he looks up at the dancer.

     “Are you… telling me that I need to pack up?” He looks around. The library has grown dark, most of the lights turned off as staff prepare to close. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see one of the employees eyeing the two of them with an expression he can only call foul. Cyrus’ mouth stretches into a thin line for a moment before he sighs.

     “Well, I suppose it can’t remain open forever. The gods only know how time could pass so quickly!” He chuckles then stands, beginning to stack the many, many tomes he was looking through, planning on putting them away himself so the employees didn’t have to. “It’s quite late indeed, isn’t it. I have seen that some of the restaurants around this area remain open for a long time, so I think it would be wise for me to get some long-overdue dinner.”

     “If you’ve got nothing planned, I’d love to dine with good company.”

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