#memorieskept

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Now, now. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.~"

[cosmicdreamt]

orlain and neff for the dynamic meme

Ship Dynamic || @memorieskept

Sits down and folds hands.

The layers I have to peel for these two kjgjdnfg

It's a complex game of will they-won't they honestly. Like they started out....I wouldn't even say friends with benefits. It was like they had A Thing™️and THEN became friends and then real feelings ended up involved but then so much more happened with Orlain and Neff just

She feels too damn much LMAO

The happiness of someone finding the love they deserve, the pain of it not being her that was able to give it to him, her not realizing she actually IS, the both of them stuck in this place of pretending things are the same and everything is fine when there's a conversation to be had and neither of them are willing to be the one to start it.

It's so depressing and at the same time I wanna grisp them like squeaky toys and be like SPEAK. TALK. COMMUNICATE. SAY THE THINGS.

Maybe one day they'll get there who knows.

For now they're stuck in that "I love you in my own way but we're just friends or whatever it is we are and it'll never be more than this because you deserve better".

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Hello again, Captain. It's been some time, I think, since we've last had a chat, hmm?" - Quinn from memorieskept / strxngup

@memorieskept

"It surely has been. Things have been busy on our end, though I'm certain the same can be said for you."

The floorboards and hull groan.

"It seems the ship stopped being afraid of you, at least."

[stellafortunae-a]

@memorieskept || xxx

He does pause for a moment, his eyes focused on the glass in his hand. Andrii normally avoided talking like this around most people. He was used to keeping it to himself, given how little he understood. Answering anyone's questions was...well, out of the question.

The alcohol was probably doing it, the brunette frowning deeply after a moment.

"Honestly? I probably can't even start to count the number of people." It really was hard to keep track of at this point, the combination of frustration and anger mixed with the alcohol making his tongue looser than it normally would be. "If they don't want me dead, then they want to find out how I tick. Honestly, half the time I feel more comfortable sleeping in a tent than I do a room."

[cosmicdreamt]

@memorieskept - kairos

it was almost silly, how he felt spending money on someone else's gift when he was already planning to spend the holidays with family. ( & that was the kicker, wasn't it? neff has been family for a long time, just as long as clemency, as long as whisper, as long as her ( should she choose to return, but that was a bitter thought ). ) so this gift was hardly out of the blue for someone who held the relationship she did with such a person as kairos serif.

in a box that perhaps a certain someone had to teleport in due to its size lies a few items, some of which seem to be inside jokes while others are genuine. one is a book with an old cover barely touched but clearly first print; the scarlet letter by nathaniel hawthorne - with a note that reads "read or sell, as long as it makes you smile later". the second is a shirt that is exactly her size ( fitted for extra room for possible shrinking later ) that is pure black but leads out into puffy sleeves that are glittery and purple with silver inlay like magic. the third is a pair of gray night time pants that have little angel wings on them, colored both silver and lavender.

the note on top simply reads, in glittery lavender ink: for the years you've stuck around, the years you've lived, and the years you'll yet face. happy yule, my friend, from one dreamer to another.

Christmas! || @memorieskept feat. Kairos

The snort of amusement at the sight of the book is possibly one she hadn't done is quite a while. She could leave it to Kairos to be able to bring it out of her however. Smile later? More like smile now.

And the clothing items. He always had an eye for what he thought would fit her best, didn't he? Right down to her comfy style casual-wear. Family indeed, weren't they? After the things she'd seen him go through, after the letters they'd traded and the children she'd met. It was funny...she didn't think he liked her much when they first met - but clearly that doesn't matter at this point.

For Neff it was never about getting a gift or not, but the thought behind anything she was given. It was knowing someone was thinking about her, that they knew the things she liked and knew what things reminded them of her in the first place - it was knowing that she had a place in the hearts of people who had a place in hers.

And she has to wipe her eyes to keep the tears from falling on the note, taking a deep breath through her nose and exhaling through her mouth.

"Thank you." She smiles as words are sent into the wind, hopefully reaching who they were meant for in some way or another.

For the years she's stuck around, the years she's lived, and the years she's yet to face - hopefully they'll all have something in common: having him and his family around.

[cosmicdreamt]

@memorieskept - orlain

he had found out about this whole christmas thing a little later than his soul had wanted to, and a part of him groaned at not realizing why all the humans around him were similarly frantic. ( of course it was a holiday & of course it was one to show you cared & of course he didn't know about it. ) nonetheless, his hissing aside, he had left a gift on the bar counter behind the register after closing and before opening... somehow.

wrapped in silver wrapping paper and heralding a glittery purple bow is a small box, no bigger than the size of one's hand. no bigger than the size of the necklace box that she had looked at some time ago with orlain, that she may have already forgotten about - she had claimed it was far out of her price range, deathly far in fact.

inside was that self same necklace; made of sterling silver chain links with charms of the moon in various stages dangling around it, made of different gemstones that correspond with the different phases. the small tag inside reads not his sharp but flowing handwriting, but the handwriting of someone who has practiced hands of a retail woman.

'someone must love you very much. happy holidays!'

Christmas! || @memorieskept feat. Orlain

".....stupid."

Her curse is betrayed by the look on her face, the softness of her voice, the way her head hangs as she opens the box and reads the card. There's only one person in the world who would have even though to get this for her - one person who was the type to pay enough attention to when she was just appreciating things for their aesthetic and when she was actually interested in having something.

Someone who knew she preferred the more dainty jewelry to the chunky or gaudy, someone who knew she enjoyed necklaces and earrings over any other type of jewelry, someone who would have been able to see the look in her eye as she stared at this item and thought she'd never be deserving of something like this not just because it was way out of her budget but because it just wasn't something she could see happening.

'someone must love you very much'

And maybe he did in his own way, but would it ever be in a way that was hers to have? That she'd never know.

But she could convince herself she was content with the way things were now.

She had to, for both of their sake.

[dragonskxn]

@memorieskept - from quinn.

"Pray tell, my dear acquaintance. Is there anything you'd like, this season? Anything goes. I am bound by no such mortal qualms." flowered words, honeyed, sweet, but if anna knew quinn, he hardly tells lies. flowery as his sentences may be, his offer is genuine. "I'd like to know something I could do for showing my loyalty to you and yours, as far as I'm able."

She's quiet, just for a moment.

"I...would like to travel. Safely. But I'm not sure how to do so, with my farm to take care of. I certainly don't trust anyone from the village to babysit."

[breathofcosmos]

from the dumb fluff ask @memorieskept

"And lucky for you I seem to be unkillable for long." Once upon a time she would say such with disdain, envy, some manner of hatred rooted deep in her chest, trapped in her choices and upbringing. It still lingers deep under the surface, but nothing like the strangling and drowning once experienced except under the hardest of days. Today it's said with little more than factual consideration, she'd always been there whether she liked it or not.

The shifter is simply demanding today, unperturbed if her presence inconveniences another. An ear curves under the feathered locks fanning his chest, keyed into each noise nearby with some comfort, leeching his touch while an overworked body relaxes for once. "I get used to the long spans of silence easily enough." It was not as if she had the choice otherwise.