#ofspark

[fearlessmonk]

we were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Standing before her, Tifa couldn't help but nod in agreement. It was just their luck that they had been sent here; now in a war between Cosmos and Chaos. The woods they found each other in were nothing like the woods of home, but that was in the back of her mind now. Arms folded and a long sigh left her.

"Well, we're stuck here, regardless," the mink accepted. "What's the plan from here?"

[hopeflower]

holds the basket of flowers for the other as she harvests them. still as stone, quiet just the same. but content to be here at aerith's side. so dear a friend---even if the warrior does not voice it as often as she should.

     𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! especially during the past-time of picking flowers. but, in the presence of lightning, the cetra subdues the chatter and instead, focuses on being in the present. it's not necessary to always say something; in fact, a lot could be said with no words. this was a moment to be cherished ---- time that aerith didn't want to take for granted. after all she'd endured in her life, the flower girl knew very well that nothing was promised. today was a gift.

     and so, the pinkette retracts her frame upwards with a daisy in hand. the basket in hold of her friend had been filled to a decent amount; no further florets were needed. satisfied, the cetra raises the white daisy to the face of the lightning. with it held at eye-level, she's beaming with adoration. ❝ this one's for you! ❞

@ofspark 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗.

[royalight]

Sent letters, always accepting.

@ofspark asked:

a hand rushes forth, sturdy touch being what supports the other to ensure a stumble is avoided. one hand in the other && a look of surety settles upon the princess therein. a wordless instance; silent as she looks upon the other curiously. quiet regard for the other's well-being.

A   sigh   of   relief   left   rose-tinted   lips   and   a   gleam   of   gratefulness   could   be   seen   within   warm   hazel   gaze.           Taking   a   fall   like   that   would've   been   quite   embarrassing.        

"Thank   you...."           the   woman's   reflexes   were   swift,   was   she   perhaps   a   Knight?       -        

"I'm   not   usually   that   careless....       thank   goodness   you   were   here..."

[annjiru]

sorry, am i interrupting something?

Prompts for Neighbor Interactions | Accepting.

Angeal was sitting on his porch, thoroughly engrossed in his studies when the warrior approached. He glanced up from his strategy books with a quizzical expression. A fleeting moment of confusion swept across his face, mingling with a hint of curiosity. The late hour had cast a certain intrigue upon his visitor's arrival, leaving him wondering about the purpose of this unexpected meeting.

Setting his books aside, the chevalier offered a cordial smile, assuaging any concerns. ❝ No need to apologize. I was just winding down for the evening, ❞ he replies. His words held a gentle reassurance, an invitation for the newcomer to step further in and share the space. He beckons her closer for added effect.

❝ To what do I owe the pleasure ? ❞ he asks as she draws closer.

The commander maintained an air of polite decorum, allowing his guest to settle in and share her intentions in due time. For now, he would offer his undivided attention, and listen to what she had to share.

[royalarms-a]

❛ yeah , yeah . . . i got it . ❜

HAND WAVES WITH A MOVEMENT OF DISMISSAL & GENUINE LACK OF CONCERN . over - confidence can destroy you . he's heard it all before . dusting his hands against one another , he sighs , & places one against his hip .

❛ i can handle this myself , you know . ❜ | @ofspark . . . ♥

[charmingbrute]

“get up.” said with blade in hand && eyes forward. the enemy before them would relent none. “this fight’s not over.”

He stood frozen in shock, staring at the creature before him. It was massive, towering over him like a colossus, its eyes glinting with a fierce and savage intelligence. He had never seen aught like it before, had never imagined that such a thing could exist in any world. And yet, there it was, standing before him, poised to strike. He felt a voice just over his shoulder, and he turned to see his companion, her face set, blade drawn and with a look of grim determination. She was the reason he was still standing, the reason he had not been crushed beneath the monster's massive feet.

What gods-forsaken trouble he had gotten into now? What perilous path had led him to this place, this moment? He could not afford to dwell on that. He had to focus, to find a way to defeat this creature, to survive. He looked around, searching for his sword and shield, or anything that could help him in this fight. But all he saw was the cold, barren landscape, the rocks and snow and ice. And then he remembered - his own strength, his own will. He could not rely on others to save him, could not give up in the face of danger.

Drawing himself up, he took a deep breath, and charged at the creature, his armored fists clenched, his body infused with adrenaline. The monster roared, lashing out with its massive claws, but he ducked and weaved, evading the blows. He felt a surge of energy, of power, as he struck the creature, landing blow after blow. And as he fought, he saw his companion beside him, her own strength and courage supporting him. And then, finally, the creature fell, crashing to the ground with a thunderous roar. The man stood panting, his mind heavy and his body aching from the fight. But he knew that he had survived, that he had triumphed over this great and terrible foe.

"What a bastard." Slowly he turned to her, a look of gratitude and respect on his face. He knew that without her, he would not have made it through this ordeal. "..want to tell me what place this is? How I even got here?"

[dreamhunt]

“ we’ve seen what they’re capable of. now we need to retaliate. “

                                                                       FROM  :  @ofspark​

CONFIRMATION OF EVENTS urges him onward . swords drawn in a dual - fashion , he eyes the man he used to call a dearest friend . within his arms lays the one he’s vowed to protect , the one he’s determined to save from the fall of mankind . opposing them right now feels like a blade plunged through the gut . he can’t escape this  .  .  .  if he wants to save them , he must retaliate . she’s right . what with the way they’d attacked them , he fears he’ll come out of this drawing his last breaths  .  .  .  that is , if he does not surrender to the idea of their timely demise . but if they meet their demise in this time  .  .  .  what does it mean for the next one ? is it really worth it if he’s to end them here  .  .  .  no . he’ll simply put a stop to the man’s schemes . he’ll allow him to falter , to fall , but he will not end his fate . not yet , at least .

the frustration in his heart grows fervently & his jaw locks with how hard he’s clenching his teeth . his mouth aches .

                                                            ❝   --   damn it .  ❞    

some part of him wants to abandon everything , but if he were to escape , he knows lightning would not hold back against them . if he stays  .  .  .  he can save them . he can save her .

                           ❝   leave it to me ! you  --  go on ahead . find her , lightning .  ❞    

where in the hell is serah  .  .  .  ?

[ryusxnka-moved]

“ it’s been awhile. “

                                « ———————— { 十 } ———————— »  

"   ---  It has, hasn't it? "

                   A repetitious interchange of words, often imparted 'tween the two ethereal militants of disparate worlds, that'll never wither and dissolve evermore into powdered annoyance.  --------  Hearing from her, no matter the quantity of enunciated words, the diminutive lengths of their  sentences, or the initiated gesticulating  actions distributed, wanes  disquieting thoughts not so evident affiliated to the latter's present  condition in the existent plane; had she been one of the  dead or  the  living, naught but her voice, her  familiar  presence  could, in  concrete  terms, affirm  such questions with answers sought-after.  ---  Hitsugaya was not an adolescent who remotely portrayed, displayed alike a banner  for all to perceive, his  sentiments  outward, but even so, he looked out for those he’s iced onto his heart as acquaintances. Albeit Lightning has demonstrated plentiful of times that she was not so  effortless to shackle ‘gainst the ground of defeat. He peers up at her fair visage, his own clad in  momentary stolidity, whilst appendages raised suitably enough to intersect ‘gainst his torso. “   -  How much time has passed? There’s  a wrinkle  on your  forehead that  is greeting  me, unlike the  last time we had conversed. “ a mere tease to mitigate the atmosphere into an unseen hide of geniality.