#maldrim

[the-inept-mistweaver]

There he was, just sitting on his little stoop all alone as usual. Loren hefted himself silently up onto the railing, moving like some sort of leggy cat. He snuck along behind the other blond and slid a hand over Aki's neck to bend him backward and give him an upside down kiss, Spiderorc style. He was braced to be stabbed, but grinning.

Sitting in his usual spot on the ward’s stone ledge, Akilooked to be quite content. Unlike other days, it was just him who currentoccupied the ward. No bothersome huntress silently sitting to his right, nochipper priest across the way… even so, the monk was enjoying the small amountof time to himself and his trail mix.

As the blazing rays of the sun beat down upon his leatheredfigure, he soon understood how Basil was able to fall asleep so easily. Theoffered silence on top of the warm climate that came with the glowing city… itwas easy to get lost in it—and just as the priest usually did, Aki foundhimself dozing off; pouch of trail mix spilling a bit in his lap.

Eyes slowly closing, the monk dipped his chin a bit whileallowing those fingers of the unknown to guide his mind elsewhere. He was stillaware of what was going on around him—to an extent—as his ears twitched about;listening for anything out of the ordinary.

Upon hearing the soft grunt and shuffling of someoneperching on the same stone ledge, for whatever reason, Aki thought nothing ofit. Most in Maldrim were well aware of his disliking of being touched andprodded, and so he figured he had nothing to worry about. But then, theshuffling continued—and seemed to grow… closer..? Could whoever it was just notget comfortable..? Flicking an ear in the direction—the sound seeming as if itwas… right behind him?

Without warning, Aki suddenly felt that cool hand slideacross his neck and applied pressure and pulled him backwards. Before he evenhad a chance to react much more than the slight flail of his arms, he feltthose warm lips being forced upon his own. What was he—ears quick to flick backas his eyes widened, he blinked up towards none other than Loren.

Now basically lying in the other monk’s lap—face flushedheavily in that deep crimson tone– Aki wasn’t too sure what to make of this.To say the least, he was dumbfounded. Realizing that their lips had yet topart, Aki offered an annoyed growl—which likely only added to Loren’s apparentamusement—he’d roughly shoved the palms of his hands against the Elf’s chest toforce a break. Without saying a word or bothering to stick around any longer,Akitear removed himself from the premises of the Ward and briskly wandered offelsewhere—anywhere that was not the Ward.

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[the-inept-mistweaver]

Basil gets a wild hair in him to lean over and place a peck to Aki's temple, before going back to his book, "You are frowning too hard again." He says simply, turning a page.

Aki sat pleasantly on the stone bannister that surroundedthe medical ward building and munched away on varying sized handfuls of histrail mix. Like any other day, the monk had been half listening to the alwayschipper priest as he rambled on about different herbs and their uses; smirkinga bit at the fact Basil had taken a liking to that book.

Once finished with his eating of trail mix, Aki moved a handback towards his waist and clasped the small pouch back onto the empty metalloop. Gloved fingers gingerly tracing over that odd, silver inlayed key, hemoved to pull free a small crimson coloured pouch—the one of which he oftenseemed very protective of. Placing the pouch in his lap, he carefully reachedinside, only to pull free a small jade statue. Glancing down at it—fingers gentlyfeeling over the details of the carving—his mind began to wander elsewhere. Thestatue itself was of what looked to be the silhouette of a small Elf; its armsplaced at either side and it contained no face.

It must have been quite some time that he had been lost inthought—long enough for the priest beside him to notice, at least. Notrealizing that his ears had taken to dipping back or that a deep frown hadforced a crease in his scarf, he blinked a bit when he felt something soft andwarm press against his temple. The feeling was brief, but it brought the monkback around. Whatever it was, it caused a feeling of unease to churn about hisstomach. Yet at the same time… he found it welcoming and it worked at easinghis troubled mind. It wasn’t until he turned in the direction of the gesturedid he realize what had just happened. Staring blankly towards Basil as hecommented on his frowning, he was dumbfounded. Did he just… he did, didn’t he?Slowly, he turned his attention away from the priest—even taking the time toinch himself a bit further away—when a slight blushed caressed the surface ofhis face.

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[the-inept-mistweaver]

Send "I'm bored. Take your clothes off" for my muse's reaction - Raven to Aki

 "I’mbored. Take your clothes off.“ 

The monk slowly turned his head about, casting a glance overhis shoulder only to have his eyes fall upon a grinning Raven. Blinking once,he took the time to survey the surrounding area. Was that meant for him..? Well,considering he was currently the only one present, and unless Raven had beenspeaking to himself or… Poe? It would seem that the statement was indeed meantfor the little monk. Lofting both brows up to his forehead—looking quitepuzzled by the situation his currently found himself in—Aki simply shook hishead, “I would like to inquire as to why you… just asked me to do that—but eitherway, I will be doing no such thing.” He spoke flatly, averting his eyes fromthe rogue, “Go find Lerodian for that.”

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[the-inept-mistweaver]

For Aki - Aquamarine: Where my muse feels most calm/relaxed.

Akitear finds he is mostcalm and relaxed when he is engulfed in his own silence: withdrawn from the busynessof everyday life, out of reach of any interactions of others. More times thannone, he will retreat to a small shrine located within the Vale of EternalBlossoms that he has constructed as a memorial for his deceased wife and son;simply allowing his mind to wander and remember the moments he once shared withboth. Other times he will return to his secluded home in the Paoquan Hollow or willsee to spending a few days up in the Veiled Stair.

[the-inept-mistweaver]

It wasn't even a motion he caught himself doing. They stood together, as they always did, Lero smoking his pipe and Aki eating his trailmix. But when one of the monk's hands lifted he recalled the strip of skin missing from Aki's wrist, the damp mine tunnels. Lerodian grunted once, letting loose a puff of smoke from his nostrils, and his free hand rose without him realizing to set against the monk's waist.

Aki often found solace when standing in the offered silenceof the ranger. Since he had joined the rankings of Maldrim, he had always beenrather fond of Lero and respected him—save for their first encounter—and evenwent as far as considering him a close friend. Sure, the two rarely spoke evenwhen standing a mere few feet from one another, but they didn’t have too—and that’swhat the monk enjoyed most about the bond they had made. Neither had to speaktheir mind to the other for them to understand what thoughts were going throughtheir heads: the silence speaking more than either of them ever could.

And so, when that hand set itself against his waist, themonk didn’t seem to mind it. Sure, he still flinched, a bit surprised by thegesture and took to halting a hand midway from tossing more trail mix into hismouth, but other than that, he remained still. Flicking his eyes towards thehand and then the ranger–brows lofted– he offered the Elf a questioning look andeven leaned himself further against the hand; wondering if Lero was aware ofwhat he was doing.

He wasn’t expecting to get anything more than a grunt fromthe bowman. Allowing that hand to remain there for as long as the ranger willedit to, Aki returned to eating his fruit and nut mixture.

[the-inept-mistweaver]

"Spill it, Aki. Who y'crushing on?"

Aki flicked an ear in the direction of the rogue: had hebeen listening in the whole time? Dipping the tips of his ears back slightlywhile offering Raven a rather… unamused look, the monk exhaled a breath through his nose, “No one at all,Raven. Whatever put that thought into your head..?”

[the-inept-mistweaver]

•“You want some of this -cup-cake? C’moooon, beg for it!” - Raven to Aki. :P

Ears perking at the mention of a cupcake, the monk quicklyturned his head about in search for that unique voice he had come to know sowell, “I–…no. I do not…” His eyes coming to rest upon the dark clad figure ofRaven. Who was he kidding? Of course he wanted some of that cupcake—look atit..! From what he could tell from the distance he sat at, the small delightlooked to be vanilla in flavor and—was there tiny sprinkles on top..? Slowlyfolding those ears back against his head, he stared intently at the dessert.

Turning his head to the side to hide the fact that he waseyeing it, he wouldn’t say anything further—until his good eye caught Ravenslowly moving the cupcake towards his own mouth. Pushing himself to his feet,he’d stroll down the face of the bannister before coming to rest in a low squatbeside the rogue—casually inching closer yet, “I—well… perhaps would not mind…having a small taste… just a bite, maybe..?” cautious with his moments, themonk slowly extended his right hand towards the cupcake; eyes fixated, almostseeming as if he was entranced by the mere sight of it. Fingers closing in onthe palm-sized sweet, his eyes widened a bit; hand freezing mid-reach whenRaven popped the cupcake into his mouth with a wide grin. Almost instantly, themonk’s heart sank into the depths of his chest as he watched the rogue chowdown. Ears slowly wilting back against his head, it sat there, pouting a bit whilehe watched the scene before him. A short time later, he stalked back up theslope of the banister; sulking in his usual spot. He just wanted a lil’ bite…

[the-inept-mistweaver]

*tuch Aki's nose and hip*

Aki narrowed his eyes as that fingerslowly approached the reaches of his face. Just as it was about to poke at hisnose, the monk quickly raised a hand and swatted the other’s away with hisforearm. Ears perking as he blinked, he leaned back when the unseen hand camearound and jabbed him right in the nose. Going cross-eyed for a split second,looking confused and shocked that the petite elf had managed to best him, heagain moved to roughly smack that hand away with a small grunt; making quickwork of pushing himself from the bench and began the journey back to Maldrim’sward. Briskly moving past Rana, Aki’s figure stiffened when he felt those handsgrasp at his hips. Halting briefly in his step, those pointed ears of hisquickly fell back against his head before perking once again. Without a word,the monk jerked himself away from that grasping, casting a glare over hisshoulder at the man before stalking away; displeased.