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[muraenide]

❝How terribly embarrassing it is to have your lies exposed.❞ And to think Leona just claimed to not be into biting. 

[jinanreona]

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Fighting an overpowered furball wasn’t the way Leona had expected this day to end. And yet, there they’d been with Grim’s monstrous form taking them head on with unprecedented power. How the others had managed to keep up was beyond him, but he wouldn’t downplay their efforts either. Even without magic, Yuu had managed to help out with their coordinated attacks. In the end though, it had come down to him and Malleus of all people.

Malleus. Yet another one that had managed to surprise the Savanaclaw housewarden today with how he’d fought at his side. Putting it that way was an understatement though. In the last moment, Malleus had exerted himself that much further than him and shifted his form. The image was still fresh in Leona’s mind even after the battle had concluded. A great winged beast that stood against the terrorizing monster with a mighty roar. A fitting opponent that had ultimately knocked the berzerker Grim down and ended the long battle..

The moments afterwards came quickly, a mix of professors and other students helping the injured among the rubble. There’d be work to do for the school to rebuild, but for now rest came first. With Savanaclaw students accounted for and the injured squared away at the infirmary, it was Leona’s turn to do just that, making to retreat to his room only to pause when his mind wandered to Malleus once more. The battle had ended, but he hadn’t seen the other. Had the guy been treated yet? He doubted it; otherwise he would have ran into him earlier at the infirmary.

Perhaps it was curiosity or a sense of rare responsibility that led him to the Diasomnia dorm, Silver letting him inside when he’d asked for the fae. He’d expected to see the other roughed up, but not bleeding. The sight is enough to make him feel a pang in his chest, annoyed he hadn’t been able to help as much. Rival or not, he wasn’t eager to see Malleus beat down like this. His expression does little to hide his displeasure, amused only by how casually Malleus is trying to sound. He doesn’t respond to his initial comment, stepping inside to better look at the supplies strewn on the table. By no means was he a nurse, but even he knew the basics of dressing a wound from past training sessions gone wrong.

“You’d think that herbivore woulda warned us about that weasel’s powers,” he finally says, pulling up a chair to sit across from the other before pulling his hair back into a loose ponytail to get it out of his face. “You should have gone to the infirmary. They would have patched you up,” he says, giving the other a look of disapproval. He wasn’t going to argue with him though, just as tired from the battle as Malleus looked to be. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t help, extending a hand towards the other. It stops right over Malleus’s side where he was bleeding, a silent request to take over for him. “...I didn’t know you could transform.” There’d been rumors in the past about a dragon lurking at Diasomnia, but with how many tales surround the dorm, Leona had long since dismissed it.

[muraenide]

(Ruggie!!)

Slinking casually into the Mostro Lounge, the hyena’s eyes are swift to scan the mostly-empty room until he finds what - or rather, who - he’s looking for. While he knew he would forever wonder what it was about mushrooms that always held Jade’s interest so much, he did know that practically anything involving them kept the Leech happy. With a basket and another, medium-sized box in hand, Ruggie makes his way over to Jade, a lazy smile adorning his features as it usually did. ❝ Yo, Jade. It’s the holidays, so I thought I’d pop by with a little somethin’ fer ya. Merry Christmas. ❞ Though he snickered a bit at the end, there was no, or at least very little, mischief behind it as he sets the items in his arms down on the nearest table.

In the foliage basket he’d brought, some carefully picked mushrooms, which seem to have been placed in small bags in hopes of better preservation. The box contains a few various art supplies and a sketchbook. It seemed Ruggie was faintly able to recall Jade’s mention of wanting some for some field sketches some time back.

Christmas 2024 // @oftwilight

Azul has instructed Mostro Lounge to be decorated appropriately to fit the festival. Jade is, of course, left in charge of the remains. The lounge is filled with boxes of christmas ornaments, from bells to mistletoes, to christmas trees. Some of them had even been handpicked by Jade during his excursions; he'd carried them all the way back on his own. And now he's wearing a christmas hat as he hangs all of those decors to Mostro Lounge's ceilings.

His head turns when he sees Ruggie coming through the door. The Savanaclaw second-year had been his festive partners ever since they started making lanterns together. Slowly, Jade gets off the ladder to greet him. "Ruggie, how nice it is to see you. Oh-" his eyes glistens at the basket Ruggie had brought, fixated on the colour array of mushrooms and art supplies - something Jade tends to do during his free time. "I was going to purchase them after the holidays. Mine have ran out a week ago. How did you know?" his voice is gentle, yet riddled with gratitude. "Ah... thank you so much, Ruggie-san. I'm afraid I haven't been able to offer you the same."

He hadn't gotten anything for Ruggie, or at least, Jade hadn't prepared it yet. "What do you say to having Christmas dinner tonight, together? Of course, I'll cook."

[muraenide]

(Ruggie!)

There’s a grin plastered on the hyena’s face as his form trails into the lobby of the Mostro Lounge, the short tail swaying lightly behind him. Having heard of the Leech twins’ birthdays just a few days prior, it seemed that Ruggie had scrambled for both time and money somewhat to find a gift for the two. Ears perked, the beastmen set the few items in hand down on the nearest table upon grabbing Jade’s attention, the pastries following suit a moment later. ❝ Yo, Jade! Didn’t think I’d forget about your birthday, did ya? ❞ He snickers in his usual fashion, pausing a moment. ❝ I recall you saying once that ya wanted some art supplies for your field sketches or whatever, so hopefully this is enough. Happy birthday. ❞

Birthday 2024 // @oftwilight

"How gracious of you to remember ~" Jade's eyes slowly sinks to inspect the presents. Truthfully, he truly hadn't expect their brief exchange to be of anything of remembrance for the Savanaclaw student, nevermind the fact that Ruggie had gone through the trouble of remembering his and Floyd's birthdays. He wastes no time opening the gift, barely containing his excitement. He peels off layer after layer, revealing the art supplies he'd mentioned in passing of wanting new ones after his old pencils have been worn out or gone missing during his hikes.

If he had to be honest with himself, these were nothing sort of inexpensive materials he could have gotten himself anytime he wanted from Sam's shop, but it felt good to receive them as a gift, one that came from a place of thoughtfulness.

"Ruggie-san... a thoughtful gift wasn't what I had expected. I love it." He smiles, running his fingers along the coloured pencils, recognising their brand being one of the higher-quality ones. "How did you know what I wanted on my birthday? Could it be.... That I was frequently on your mind?"

[guhamun]

@oftwilight said (inbox):

(Wrio, to Neuvi!!) It’s early Christmas morning when Wriothesley finally makes the journey to the Palais Mermonia, a bright-colored, neatly-wrapped box carefully held in the duke’s hands as the doors behind him shut with a slightly-echoed thud. Trips to the surface world for reasons unrelated to work were scarce, but the festive spirit - as well as a quiet desire to go see the Iudex in person once more, perhaps - was already enough reason to not hole himself up in the fortress. A part of him had hoped to surprise the older gentleman as Neuvillette had done just a bit of time ago, though he knew full well getting a one-up on the blue-clad male would be difficult. Within the box, a carefully-contained kinetic sandcape art piece, the kinetic sand’s colors matching that of the ocean. Tucked inside along with it, a note, and a short explanation on how it works. ❝ For the days you can’t quite make a journey to the ocean itself, I hope this can bring you some happiness. I know some people find the designs the sand makes quite soothing, in its own way. Merry Christmas. ❞

THIS WAS ONE OF the days that Neuvillette, for once, didn’t have stacks of documents on his desk. He had a couple as work tended to always find its way upon that polished surface, but it wasn’t anything alarming aside from just keeping his hands busy. Even so, he had taken leave of the Palais Mermonia, off to stretch his legs a little and enjoy the crisp, morning air that always lingered when it came to winter. Such was by far preferable to humid heat that might spring up during summer. The noise of Fontaine was something he had grown quite used to, and yet, when it was quiet like this…he could almost hear the sound of the sea as its waters lapped against sand when he made his way through the city. Making his way back to the Palais Mermonia, he gave a polite nod to Sedene before stepping back into his office. As soon as he stepped inside, Neuvillette paused, brows rising slightly as his eyes fell upon a box neatly wrapped and waiting for him. He had a visitor…? Sedene had said nothing to him about a guest… He could only assume she wanted him to be surprised.

      (A rounding success).

     For a moment, he was almost tempted to step back out and ask who his visitor had been this early in the morning, but a part of himself doubted that she would tell him anything. Thus, instead of wasting his time on something he already knew would potentially fail, it was best to just figure things out himself. Making his way further into the room after closing the door behind himself, he stood before his desk, gloved hand reaching out to gently brush against the wrapping paper. Neatly done. There was no expense spared with presentation it seemed. He almost felt bad about having to open this. ❝And who brought you here?❞ he mumbled softly to himself, already beginning to slowly unwrap the present. Eventually, everything was removed and he was able to open the box; what was contained within earning a small, perplexed tilt of his head. Sand? And it was a beautiful hue of blue too…

      Picking up the note inside, he instantly recognized the handwriting. Wriothesley. When had he come to the surface? They must have missed one another when Neuvillette decided to go on his walk. For once, he had wished that he had lingered in his office just a little longer before going with his usual routine. Had he done that, then he could have accepted this while they were present. Lips curled into a small, rare smile, Neuvillette turning his attention over towards the window. ❝A truly thoughtful gift, Wriothesley. You were always rather observant.❞

[ardenssolis]

@oftwilight said (inbox):

( CasGil! ) ❝ You know, Ozymandias. ❞ the caster hums, his crimson gaze casual yet his tone laced with teasing and lips curled into a mild smirk. Having been sat with the other over a couple glasses of wine, the caster can’t help his sudden, impish curiosity. A hand lifts as his frame leans over, grazing the pharaoh’s exposed chest in a light, more playful manner, the limb momentarily trailing upwards before it’s just as swiftly drawing back to allow its owner to settle into his seat once more. ❝ For someome so eager to ‘reprimand’ me for my choice of dress not long ago, you certainly prove you are in a position to speak. How can one expect to hold a conversation when you display yourself so openly like this? And here you were telling me I would be the one to ‘fall into temptation’. How curious. ❞

QUITE CONTENT WITH THE wine that Gilgamesh always provided, he refused to compliment it more than necessary out of fear that the other king would believe his wine better than his own; which, of course, was ridiculous. Still, he couldn’t allow the Sage King’s ego to grow more than it should. Such too was the duty of a king – the greatest, most especially. Placing his glass back down, he had just leaned back to make himself more comfortable when Gilgamesh’s voice cut through the relative quiet. A thin brow rose curiously, a question within his gaze that he hoped would gain an eventual answer. Oh…and how quickly that answer came. He blinked, both brows now risen with surprise as the other reached out, hand just barely grazing across the expanse of his chest before it was gone just like that. It took a moment for his brain to catch up with what had just transpired, a few slow blinks offered until he managed to put composure back in place. Clearing his throat, Ozymandias sat up a little more, usual haughty smirk tugging upon the edge of his lips. ❝Hah! You compare my manner of dress to your own? You can be quite the jester sometimes.❞

     As if his clothing was anything as distracting as theirs. Not that he would outright admit this, though. After all, by stating such a thing, the other king would take that as admission that his clothing was better or some other nonsense. He might even think that Ozymandias was tempted by his looks of all things. Absolutely ridiculous. If anything, things should be the other way around (and they probably were!). ❝As if you are one to talk. Is your chest not so equally exposed?❞ He lifted his hand, gesturing. ❝Not only do you have those most peculiar pants, your chest is free for all to see. Naturally, however, many would be drawn to my appearance more as I am more than aware that my very presence is a distraction. It must be hard for you as well considering you too seem to fall into that category. To be expected when basking in the radiance of the sun like this on a regular basis.❞ How lucky they were to be graced with his attention! The Caster should be singing his praises.

[rexcorlapis]

(Osial!)

“  like my shirt?  it’s made with boyfriend material.  ”

❛       Boyfriend  material?  I  have  never  heard  of  such  fabrics.  When  I  first  glanced  at  your  robes,  I  had  imagined  they  would  be  made  of  HUSBAND  MATERIAL.      ❜

ask meme // @oftwilight

[rexcorlapis]

(Xiao!)

❝ i was worried i'd lost you. ❞

Surprise  washes  over  Zhongli's  features.  He's  always  understood  Xiao  as  a  key  figure  in  Liyue's  peace,  but  he  never  realized  how  attentive  Xiao  had  been  to  Zhongli's  presence.  He  didn't  expect  Xiao  to  mourn  his  passing  except  for  in  a  dutiful  sense.   

❛      Are  you  relieved  that  I  live?  Though,  this  form  is  much  less  powerful  than  my  original.  I  hope  you  do  not  think  less  of  me  now  that  I  am  mortal.     ❜

@oftwilight