#minarcana

[shardgathered]

they boy tilted his head to the side, red eyes looking around but not finding athena anywhere. "mother...?" no answer. and he knew that he wasn't supposed to run around pandemonium all by himself.

she had probably been called away to tame some beast or something of the sorts.

well, erichthonios did know where one person went! he hurried to hesperos side, small hands tugging lightly on his robe.

"can I stay with you until mother is back?" — @minarcana .

[radiantencores]

“ leave me alone, you beast. “ zenos is… frustrated. her chains caught in a reef, taut and scraping at her skin and scales. she should be terrified of the orca circling her, preparing for death, but she doesn’t feel deeply enough to care either way. she’s starving - to be killed before dying of hunger might be a blessing.

troublesome, though. her green tail swishes. “ you’ve been following me for some time. ‘tis improper to play with food, and I’m toxic besides. “ // @minarcana

[aetheryic]

@minarcana said: [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms laurel+haurche

every strange suspicion he's had about the light wardens, those he's shoved down out of necessity, seems to come true before his very eyes. the knight's smile drops as quickly as laurel does, his arms wrapping around her before she could flop to the cold soil below. rather than set her down, he keeps her locked within his grasp, careful to help her lean over in case she felt sick.

of course she feels sick. in asking for help to save their ( their -- it doesn't sound quite now ) world, they're asking laurel to poison herself. g'raha promised him she would be alright, yet whatever this was didn't assure him. ' are you alright ? well ... a better question, how can i help ? laurel ? ' he flinches at the desperation in his own voice. she's clearly alive, though violently feverish to touch. he doesn't pay attention to the fact it almost burns his skin.

he brushes hair from her face, cradling her like something fragile rather than a warrior. ‘ laurel … there there, my sweet flower, i’ve got you. deep breaths. i ought to bring you back to dra —‘ he pauses, frowning. ‘ to rest. we’ve all asked enough of you for today. ‘

[lcstkey]

@minarcana sent ❝ can’t believe you’re on your feet already. ❞ from rusi'a Last of Us Pt 2 Sentence Starters

"It's not as bad as everyone saying..." The young adventurer starts slowly, nervously, rubbing the back of her bandaged right ear until she catches the warning expression from Mother Miounne behind the counter. Flinching, she suddenly recalls one of the chirurgeons telling her that she isn't supposed to touch the back of that ear for a long while.

Eep. I think it wasn't that bad...It's too bad I can't remember how I even found my way back to the Canopy...

"The chirurgeons here in Gridania are greatly skilled healers, and I'd say they've earned their reputation in that regard. They were able to help me in time." She says more firmly, then adds, "I think some of the talk is exaggerated if not overly embellished."

[thancrxdwatxrs]

❛  where doth thou think'st thou art going?  ❜:/ from uri [[it feels like its been 45 years since i saw u online /j hello]]

𝑺𝑰𝑿 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. @minarcana

A smirk formed on his lips as he turned to face Urianger, his eyebrow raising slightly. "What does it look like?" he quipped back. "I'm going out. You are welcome to come along if you'd like. I think some fresh air might do you some good."

[ichoric]

@minarcana x

myste ? mayhap the warrior is already weary from her travels throughout norvrandt, concern etching itself within haurchefant’s gentle gaze. he can’t help glancing over laurel for any injuries, lest she return to her friends in poor condition. all he finds is restricted posture and uncertainty — that he may be the problem here, and the way she speaks his name only cements his worry. you don’t know me, right ? oh, but it feels like he does after hearing of her bravery. he dare not speak that aloud.

‘ unfortunately we have not met yet. tis my belief i could never forget someone like you. ‘ he tries to remain lighthearted, regardless of any nagging hesitation at the back of his mind. the exarch may very well lose his mind if revealed his knight accidentally offended his favored hero. he offers a slight bow after taking a step back, providing space between them. ‘ you must be laurel ! the exarch has spoken highly of you, as i’m sure you’re already aware. truly, i — if i have upset you, i wish to ask your forgiveness. ‘

[unmeinoniwa]

@minarcana​ replied:

pats his head like a dog

     NERVOUSLY flits his eyes around because he’s unsure of how to receive this simple affection but it’s not as if he’s displeased by it either ! If he had a tail then it surely would be wagging in bashful delight. “ Is ... something on my head ? ”

[whalefelled]

"I have thee to look after me, why shouldst I then worry for myself?" Maybe the sincerity is worrying. || @minarcana + Urianger

Thancred's gaze softens briefly over Urianger... even if there's some annoyance at his words.

The Elezen is sitting in a chair while Thancred dabs blood from his nose a few more times before a hand comes up and cards through Urianger's hair a few times, making sure there's no cuts along his scalp or hairline that need tending to as he imagines infection is not the best way to go out.

"I need you to worry for yourself if I can't be there for you, Urianger." If there were any outside observers to his words it might not sound as if Thancred is scolding the Astrologian, but they have known each other for so long that he knows it should get through to the other slightly. Just like Thancred knows Urianger well enough that he's rested enough now that he should be able to tend to his own wounds, but is letting Thancred pitifully dab at the superficial wounds for himself, and he's thankful for the consideration. It gives Thancred a reason to rest a hand over Urianger's shoulder and neck area, thumb gently set up where he can feel the other man's steady heartbeat with the gorget abandoned on a table somewhere.

The reality was that Thancred threw himself in the face of danger far more often than Urianger got the chance to (and he preferred it that way). "Plus... all these years and I still don't get your tea right." he teased, thumb smoothing over his companion's collarbone twice before pulling his hands away fully now.

"You'll be right as rain this time though, thank the Twelve."