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[yukyunotabibito]

🎄 "Nasir." Dheginsea ducks to get through the doorway as he makes his way towards the white dragon. Holding onto something in one hand. Something small for it was obscured completely in his large hand.

"Here," He holds out his closed fist and waits for the other to accept. Not saying what he has or why, before promptly turning around and walking away the moment the small plants had landed in Nasir's palm.

"Hang them by the doors." Dheginsea adds, ducking to get through the door once again and leaving before Nasir could properly retort much less ask why the former dragon king had handed him so many of the same plant.

Though, the back of Dheginsea's cape clearly still had a few of those same plants stuck to it...

Mistletoe asks | accepting? (3/?)

Nasir raises an eyebrow, looking up at his king with as much confusion as he can muster behind his temptation to burst into frenzied laughter. The image of Dheginsea collecting them as he collided with doorway after doorway - those of the academy unfit for a man as tall as he - the plants falling into his clothes until he had so many that he could only see to give them to Nasir to deal with.

Ah, he always did get the troublesome jobs; didn't he?

"Of course, sire, but," He can't hold back his laughter any longer, a scoff escaping his lips, "You do know their meaning correct? I do so hope that you would not run away from me so quickly after passing so many into my hands without fulfilling that meaning."

He jogs slightly after his liege, noting the number of plants still stuck to his cape. Nasir will not say anything, let Kurthnaga get a good laugh at it first. Darting in front of him, Nasir reaches up to hold one of the numerous plants given to him above their heads, standing on his toes to press a gentle - incredibly and totally platonic - kiss against the older dragon's cheek.

"There, that should be satisfactory," Nasir cannot help to laugh softly again, almost like the gentle chiming of a church's bells, "Worry not, I'll get to work now. Your every wish is always my desire, my lord."

[vallitemaiden]

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Hello 💐

fankid meme // neka.cc // not accepting

Daisuke is what some might call a bit of a mess. He's inherited his mother's prophetic visions as well as large families on both sides of his parentage

and to top it all off, he's branded. it's right over his heart

The fact of knowing what his father gave up for him honestly makes him want to try harder, though he's worried about living up to those expectations (whether those expectations are perceived or imagined)

His visions are also similar to Mikoto's in that they come and go whenever, which can make him forgetful of where he is when they occur, winding up in places he has no memory of going to

He has trouble sleeping due to the above-mentioned because his visions come even in his sleep, sometimes he'll just wind up in strange places when he wakes or he wakes up in a fit, tho he has trouble remembering the visions

as such he's run a little ragged

I can see him as a swordsman based class but I can't tell if that's the character or the red motif I gave him

he's also constantly looking after reva and aki, I feel like he's the youngest but tries to act like the Big Bro (i.e. they all get up to mischief and no one can contain them)

[yukyunotabibito]

[ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] :  sender  is  voicing  their  negative  opinion  about  a  person  who  appears  to  be  close  with  the  receiver. (+Reverse, Goldoan times. What do you have to say, Nasir? Tell me🤨…?)

Affection and Yearning (3/?) | Accepting!

"I don't understand, my liege," Nasir says carefully, standing ever loyally by Dheginsea's side. A strange pain stings in his chest, distantly registering as jealousy. Whether its the fact that he still has something that Nasir has lost, or his own longing for Dheginsea, he could not say. He will not say that much out of respect.

He can be a little selfish though, though he reigns in a still fresh hurt and tries his best to remain civil despite the harsh words that are about to spill from his mouth.

"Love is often senseless, I know; but why someone so weak compared to yourself?" Even Lynet, a red dragon, had been able to go toe to toe with her much in the same way Gareth was able to face Dheginsea. Ah... Lynet, how he missed her more than anything... "Forgive me if that sounds rude, but it just seems like a odd match. That's all."

There are many things that he does not say, leaving the quiet once again in the air between them. Things that are better left unsaid anyway.

[goldoanheart]

“But— Yes, sir… I’ll show you.”

😃 RD Part 4 rebirth 3

send me a quote and I’ll tell you what was going through my muses mind (ic or ooc) | accepting!

You’re evil Wild. You are so evil to me.

(RD Spoilers)

Kurthnaga stares at his father, always an imposing man but even more so now that they had to fight against each other.

“Father! Please think about what you’re doing!” He shouts as his hands tremble, balled into fists at his side. He doesn’t want to fight at all, let alone fight his father. Couldn’t they just talk about this? Or was it too late to mend what was already broken?

“The time for words has passed,” Ah. Kurthnaga tries to keep the tears from bubbling up in his eyes as Father speaks, confirming what the young dragon had feared, “the only option remaining is to stop you with brute force.”

No! He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t be forced to… he didn’t even want to think about the possibility of his father dying here, much less by his own hands, “Why? Father, why?” He begs for answers that he’s not going to get, tries not to let the snot bubbling his throat clog his words. Father wouldn’t say anything; was that not how they had got here in the first place though? Because Father refused to communicate, refused to accept anything that wasn’t his own stubborn ideas.

“That is enough!” Goldoa’s youngest flinches at the volume of Dheginsea’s voice. Was it so wrong to ask questions? To be curious about why he was doing this? To be curious about the world in general? “You, Kurthnaga, were to rule the dragon tribe in years to come,” He didn’t want to rule, not until Father was sick and bound to bed in old age. It was a place never meant for him anyway. It supposed to be Rajaion, not Kurthnaga. It was too late now though for thoughts like that, Raja was gone and there was no choice but him, “Show me that you would have been capable!”

“Been” as if he was going to find his end here. He probably would, if they did not stop Ashera. But if they did… he could still… he could still be capable.

“But-” He knows protesting is pointless. Father clearly isn’t going to back down, and if Kurthnaga does, then it will be the end of all of them. Goldoa’s youngest has no choice but to proceed forward, “Yes, sir… I’ll show you.”

He had to. For the sake of the world and his own heart. It wasn’t easy, but it had to be done. If there was any path forward, Kurthnaga had to take it. He would not tie himself down to his father and his outdated ideas anymore.

After this was all over, Kurthnaga would help form a new Goldoa, one that was more open, less stubborn in the face of change.

But for now,

He just had to fight.

[aurheatum]

Luminary trail: Just outside of the party is a path lit by luminaries. It's a perfect place to get some fresh air or escape from the hustle and bustle for a moment. Make sure to watch where you are walking. Those paper bags look pretty flammable!

Of course, it is after she has put her headdress away for safekeeping that she meets someone she would like to speak with as the archbishop; strangely though she is more amused than upset and when the man looks up from examining the lights surrounding them Rhea calls out to him as planned.

"Lord Dheginsea, yes? I had heard from the clerics that your arrival here was quite tumultuous If you are here at this banquet I take it your recovery has gone well; praise the Goddess."

She comes to stand beside him, flicking a strand of hair back into its braided updo Sitri had prepared for it (it, as all her hairstyles must, covers the tops of her ears quite well).

"I am the archbishop Rhea, but as you can see now perhaps it is more fitting I introduce myself as just Rhea. We can discuss the academy another time if you would like - for now I am well awed by what our hosts have prepared for us. tell me, had you heard of Jugdral before coming here?"