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@miocortieni
Marius watches him in the garden. The garden was full of light, flowers, and all sorts of birds chirping away at the warm summer day. It was calm and peaceful, almost blissful. Marius relaxes along the bench, in a simple tunic. For this moment, he’s not a soldier or an Empire. He can’t help but smile at his son. There’s something more than pride when he sees him, when he sees any of them.
“Felix-- come here.” He gestures at him, patting the side of the bench.
@miocortieni drew mood #05 - angry! / currently not accepting
He is visibly frustrated, to the point of gritting his teeth and muttering something, presumably curse words in his native language, as he presses his mobile continuously with increasing intensity. Something must have stopped working, or it’s just Jaakko running low on patience with the technology being faulty and irritating as always. If the Finn was a balloon and any kind of human interaction was a sharp pin, he would have exploded spontaneously. Here’s to hope Feliciano is aware of that fact. Otherwise, he’s going to expose himself to the inevitable rage of a bear shot right in the buttocks.
miocortieni replied to your photo “�� for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics peter your house...”
im crying @ the makeshift swing... baby. baby boy.
god i know right !!! IT'S A WINCH CRANE and it’s the most practical way of getting on and off the fortress (helicopter is also an option but like....)
HERE’S SOME MORE PICTURES
you’re absolutely right he deffo uses it as a swing he has No Fear
“you’re really good.” eser remarks to him, scrunching her nose, “my art never comes out so nice.”
@miocortieni
miocortieni — "need some space?"
he rubs a hand over his clammy forehead, trying to find the space to breathe when his ribs feel like steel clamps.
feliciano’s voice comes through the fog, processing slowly within his overworked mind. katsuo looks up blearily, dwelling on the words.
his friend has kept a slight distance, even if katsuo feels the sudden warmth of a hand on his still-shaking shoulder.
finally, he swallows.
❛ no. stay. ❜
he feels wretched, adrenaline still pumping needlessly through his veins.
❛ please? ❜
uncanny advice 👀
“If you’re going to sin, don’t try to hide it behind something else, or that other thing will eventually become an intrisic part of the sin for you, multiplying the sin factor significantly.”
💎💎💎
Send “💎💎💎” and My Muse will say three things that comes to their mind when Your Muse’s name is mentioned
As much as Roma wants to say Innocent at first, he refrains, because they both know that’s not quite true. Instead, he laughs and sits back next to his grandson. As he looks out over the Venetian lagoon, he cannot help but remember the swamp it used to be in ancient times - nothing but a bog land. But Feliciano’s people had taken this inhospitable environment and built this from it. So... “Adaptable,” he finally answers. Adaptable like the water that surrounded him.
Roma pauses again, smiling to himself before he speaks. “Soft,” but not in a sense of weakness. Soft in the sense of strength, in not allowing the world to harden him, to bleed the romance and love out of him.
And, he saves the best for last. Roma throws his arm around Feliciano and pulls him against his side, pressing a hard kiss to his temple with a deep laugh. “And most importantly - my boy.”
you have energy? 0:
﹡ . ° call roderich out / @miocortieni / accepting .
❛ sadly not so much any more . dealing with all the other nations has definitely impacted that . ❜
