#ninseng

[catleha]

     ‹  TO LEAVE THE WOODS & THROW HERSELF INTO YET ANOTHER FRAY; how heavy did that thought weight on her heart. -- to desert what she had clandestinely begun to call her lair, to abandon yet another family with naught but a weak smile worn upon trembling lips / knowing far too well that perhaps she would not be able to return [oh, you knew this would happen, did you not?]. ‘twas a woeful little thought / a parallel leisurely drawn to yet another person always disappointed; left behind despite good reason. Through death & sudden disappearance, through ruining the prospect of a life outside the scions [dare to ask your sister for forgiveness, you have broken your promises yet again]. -- were the Night’s Blessed thus not another necessary sacrifice on a path to save this world? 

       Teeth set, jaw aching under evoked pressure / she broods, as per usual, blind glance cast elsewhere; pulse throbbing at the back of her skull / thoughts a jumbled mess; fatigued, yet again, but not willing to pause. Remember, remember: the aetherial realm, extending / one’s very body as light as a feather feeling as if at home. -- mayhaps her very conscience yearned to finally reunite with the stream / to give up this quest, this life. Why... you are already cutting ties to abandon all those once held dear. Perhaps their final journey would end in tears -- perhaps not. 

      ❛ I have doubts. ❜ 'twas a sudden exclamation, muttered while the rest of their entourage had begun to busy themselves elsewhere. The urge to protect esteemed other appeared overbearing [obviously so, given how his condition was evident even now] & yet she could not help but voice what dared to halt her very breath / they would not listen, they would continue to prolong the inevitable / ignore the very threat in their midst on the exarch’s command! ❛ Why, the Twelve know I have not set foot onto Crystarium’s grounds for over a year. What little value I have is best put to use here. -- I would be but in the way, I warrant. ❜    @ninseng​ / starter call

[alphadrg]

😍 in a completely non-ironic way pls cuddle me and give my touch-starved ass some form of minor affection and i shall purr for you.

HEART EYES (accepting)

   SOFT RED EYES FALL UPON THE Miqo’te that stared upon him with eyes yearning. The skin cries. The flesh so wishes to be touched, to be held, to be soothed. Much like Distra’s own. But in his was this fire, this pit of blazing explosive ceruleum, burning so harshly blue beneath that skin. 

   He could feel it as they lay intertwined in hazy daylights. This passion. This blazing yearn. So much so that Distra’s eyes had to look away from Lunae. Should he stare longer he might have been consumed. Might have fell to such captivation. Might have let his body be licked clean by that passion. To let their bodies roll and be caressed in such simple ways. Fingers pressed against cheeks. Arms tight against their bodies. Sighs felt so softly as they lay upon their chests. Everything wavering in the wind. A sun’s warmth upon them as Lunae stared to kindly upon Distra. Needless things that need not be said, and yet said all the same. Eyes so hazy like this sun, and building heat across Distra’s skin at such murmured words: “I find you attractive.”

   Wordless sighs its always been enough. There was no need to be this brazen. This forthcoming. This bare. All that is left of Distra is a blush across his face. Eyes straying elsewhere. Absolutely embarrassed by the other laying upon his stomach watching him carefully, his reaction, his way of doing. A hand crept up to push his hair out of the way, held against his forehead feeling his face hot. Might it been someone else, might it been another person, a stranger perhaps, he would have thought nothing of it. Given a soft smile and a careful word of thanks. Yet, that was not the case. And this confession was spoken in such intimate moments. Body upon body. Skin upon skin. With soft sighs and purrs in between. 

   It took him awhile before he could respond. Rather keen on watching the white tail swish back and worth. “T-Thank you.” Though it was said more as a question rather than a word of thanks. “Sorry, you caught me off guard. I- I don’t know how to respond I--” his voice trailed off before staring back at the other. An easy silence washing over the two as the light blush kept soft to his face. And maybe no words needed to be said. But just a gentle touch in reply.  A hand upon the other’s head timidly stroking down the neck. Petting. Soothing. And the purrs growing ever so louder.

[faelot]

*      /      𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆     .   :   STARTER . ( @ninseng )

‘   tired ...   ’    𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 as her eyes lingered on the miqo’te. her arms cross over her chest before she’d speak once more.   ‘   you seem tired, lunae. is aught amiss?   ’   what seems to plague you this time, she wondered to herself. never was ramai one to get into the business of other people unless dragged into it, but this time, lunae showed far more than just fatigue in this moment. she leaned back and her armor clinked as she rested against the stone wall,   ‘   stress ... fatigue ... frustrations? your face is very bare with your emotions right now.   ’

[alphadrg]

ninseng replied to your photo: people need to understand that orange painting i...

local drg make oren juuz

lun: im thirsty distra providing a random ass bottle of orange juice: orange you glad i brought a drink :D

[allageyed-archive]

@ninseng​ said:  ❝ maybe when people die, the people they leave behind die too. ❞ [ ah yes, some hurt . . . ]

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 He falls silent. He wishes he could offer something, ANYTHING, to comfort. But he is no friend. He is nothing to the miqo’te. In fact, he would not be overly surprised if there is some loathing. He was the one that pulled his friends here. That was forcing this difficult journey upon him. He does not know, of course, that he is trying to save his life. There are moments in which he reveals some of himself. Not his face. No. That must remain hidden lest the plan turns to ash. But as they are alone, he allows his heart to speak. 

  “Tis not so.” He says softly, a profound sadness clear in his voice. He had seen far too many die. Everyone he had ever loved, touched, loathed... They all faded away in the years he remained. Some left bruises on him. Others left wounds that still did not heal a hundred years later. The man before him, one that nearly killed him when he found out about his death. And yet... Here he was. Alive. Despite it all. Even when it felt like he should be dead. When his heart felt too heavy to carry. He, alone, kept moving against the endless flow of time. 

  “They keep living. Even if it feels like they cannot. Even if it hurts. They keep living, and... it is the worst part. The living. Having to breathe and know... that your heart keeps beating while someone you love... is gone. I am an old man. I have outlived far too many. And, my friend... You do live. Even if you wish it were not so.” 

[allageyed-archive]

@ninseng​ said: ❝ we are good people and we’ve suffered enough. ❞ (ancient meme)

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  He falls silent, gaze turning away from the other male. It’s not that he doesn’t agree. They have both suffered far too much. They had both sacrificed. He did his best. Yet despite knowing that he did what he could for many people, guilt still grips his soul. One that tells him he is not a good person. A man who is the sole survivor of an erased timeline. And why him? Were there not better options? Why him? Because of some inherited power? Something he hated most of his life? The many times he had wished he had never been awakened was enough to tell him he was NOT good. Selfish. Hadn’t he always been? Dreaming of adventure and allowing the person he loves most to suffer, and the leave them without so much as an I’m sorry. Had his plan worked out, it would have surely proved he is NOT a good person in the slightest. 

  “Ah... Tis true. You are... you have. You should rest, friend. Tis not good for the soul, I have heard. To push yourself so far. I would insist that you take this respite and relax. You deserve it.” 

[catleha]

      random asks that make me cry ft. @ninseng​

  ‹  HOW HE FOUND THE SERENITY TO REST WAS BEYOND HER; ever torn between good & evil / desire & responsibility / finding repose & having to walk yet another mile. Drums of war heavy in his mind akin to a second heartbeat. -- oh, ‘twas what she always dared to assume. A mere being pushed into the role of a savior; torn out of whatever life he once had called his own. BROKEN DOWN only to be REBORN; coerced to submerge in fate’s crushing waves & swim against the current again & again. -- mayhaps she was reading more into his every act than one could justify; perhaps he had been born to do what he now ever so willingly did. Oblivious to impending doom in his drive to save & protect & find a way of standing against the tides of misfortune. -- they both were, nay? Could this be the sole reason why she tolerate his presence / why she COULD tolerate his presence when almost anyone else did little more than increase the pressure on mind & soul? Aye, ‘twas but a simple gesture of trust; the weight of a head against her shoulder; but oh, what had she done to merit this faith / this benevolence / this gentleness? She, undeserving. She, full of flaws that had cost them more than she could ever hope to redeem?

       For but a moment, tension spreads / waning sight registering but a flutter, a fraction of the blight the other boldly carried. -- it hurt. To SEE how it threatened to consume & devour. To do naught but rest whilst raw aether burnt within his very chest / an ever-raging taint scorching all that was good & righteous in a man so full of courage. Would that she could / grasp & shake & scream. Why won’t you listen? 

      Oh, are you not a hypocrite? Seated next to Lunae after yet another battle, yet another quarrel that could not be avoided whilst your very magic cauterizes holes into your very flesh? Nay, ‘twas not her place to wallow in self-pity / WALK IT OFF. -- Lightwarden, abomination, a monstrosity slumbering underneath comrade’s very skin. -- restless, ever working / studying / unable to simply rest & yet tired, oh so tired. -- nay, they had miles to go before they could sleep, had they not? Both able to trace decay in their very own bones; how could he hold on while  her very mind had begun to fall apart? 

        Ears twitch; listen to a simple in- & exhale. Calming, almost. -- soothing. How could she know? Having spent most of her time repelling those who begged to be close. Brows knit; there was no need to turn the head, no need to blink. Seconds pass, the strain on muscles abating ever so delicately. Tolerate it, just this once. -- you are safe. 

[alphadrg]

distra ! look at my cool new dragoon armor set !

   “DON’T YOU THINK YOU should be wearing something warmer?” He looks the other up and down. A little surprised by the lack of clothes. Can that even be considered armor? The fact the other could have even stepped a foot in Coerthas to gain Dragoon training. He would die of frostbite. Surely the other jests! “Mayhap start with armor proper?”