#originskey

[kleinstar]

‘ merry crisis. ’

fifty vine starter sentences for when it’s 3am (ACCEPTING)

" ...damn, do I look that bad? I mean sure - a guy here and there might have kept me busy lately--- "

" So anyway what do you think? Should I buy a gift to inconsiderate prick that does give some mean [ CENSORED FOR COMEDIC EFFECT ] ?

[herbalremedied]

𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 a birthday gift, neatly wrapped in twine and paper. Anticipating its recipient, it waited on the kitchen table in loneliness, as the doctor prepared a meal for two that only one would eat. Baizhu was a fool in many meanings, as one could only be to believe he could outsmart death itself, to save others from the flame while avoiding it as a fragile, flammable moth. And for days, a fool he was. The gift box lay unclaimed, his dearest absent, and the last vestiges of December slipped past, cold, white and silent. Baizhu remembered what it was like to be alone, for the first time in years. It was difficult to swallow, like a pill too large and bitter. But like with all astringent medicines, one finds the means to adjust. No kinder was the task, but it was easier, thoughtlessly automatic, to go about the days so long as he did not dwell them. Changsheng gave assurances where she was able, though Baizhu claimed to not need them. Kratos would re-emerge and belatedly open his gift, and Baizhu would have no need to fuss over his whereabouts. Because he hadn't left. He would never, not without bidding him farewell. But as the eclipse came, and with it the seraph went, Baizhu felt as though he were no longer a moth dancing precariously around a flame, but instead one left without a wing. Not robbed fully of its flight, rather holding onto its own empty hope. He mourned, private and unmentioned. And Baizhu, knowing of the moth's end, resenting the collateral damage it would inflict should it perish into ash, decided it was likely for the better.

[hollowfaith]

「✧」 For once, his eyes weren't on Klaus, but the man across from him. Neither of them had moved much during the youngest angel's training session, simply watching him fight and (in the case of Kratos) giving pointers to guide his attacks. When it was finally over, Klaus excused himself first to wash up and break, leaving the two of them alone in the clearing. Straightening up from the tree, Aurelius made his way to the other man first on foot.

"I've been meaning to meet you, Mister Aurion," he greeted while enunciating the name in a perfect imitation of Klaus' own tone (quietly respectful, yet somehow blatantly mocking despite the pleasant smile on his face).

"To think I was searching for Klaus in our world all these years while he was with you and the rest on a little island."

Granted, Aurelius knew that time passed differently between realms. But it was true that in the two years since he'd seen Klaus last, the latter had met many more strangers for far longer in a foreign land. Strangers that felt like home, if the divine aura radiating off the man was any indication.

He politely held out a gloved hand.

"Aurelius Vane-Tempest. Thank you for looking after him—his swordsmanship has much improved since the time I saw it last."

You understand however, that he was mine to begin with.

The veiled possession in his words seeps out as a subtle challenge.

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[twohundredpower]

"Huh?"

".. wasn't expecting to see you here today. Did Noishe call you over?" despite everything they'd gone through, there was still.. such a significant strain that Lloyd could physically feel between himself and Kratos. The time they spent together here, the ways Kratos tried to mend the trust he'd broken in Lloyd in the past-- none of that ever seemed to be.. enough to build that bridge back up between them. It wasn't due to any lack of trying on his part-- but no matter how many times Lloyd reached out, hoping for the man to take his offered hand, it was almost as if there was something always forcibly keeping them apart.

Whether that was a choice on the Seraph's end, or something Lloyd was doing wrong.. he.. couldn't be sure. But today, with his head still in such a fog, he was in no state of mind to try and find out. Not right now.

Pointedly, the brunette kept his gaze trained away from the man, unloading the rest of the wood he'd been chopping up against the side of the forge. He breathed out a sigh, wiping the sweat at his brow. "Well.. he's in his stable, anyway. Don't worry about bringing him back anytime soon. I know how much he likes to be with you and Martel."

.. but in the back of his mind, Lloyd couldn't help but think of how wrong it felt for things to still be this way. Why couldn't they ever meet each other halfway?

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[anghexescu]

@originskey

"Sorry, I..." He doesn't have any excuse and apologizing for spacing out and zoning off during his training is unacceptable. "It won't happen again." He reassures with reflection from his own mistake.

Take a walk with me. Kratos says and Klaus looks up at him, confusion displayed on his face.

Training session is put on pause and Klaus follows slightly behind Kratos, hands politely by his side.

"...Mister Aurion," He pauses, chews on the inside of right cheek and then sighs softly,

"Is this....about Aurelius?" Kratos didn't need to be a mind reader to know that Klaus was distracted by him. "You mentioned that we'd talk later."

[spiderstaff]

@originskey

"So... when do the fish show up?" Kay swings her legs over the side of the pier, holding her fishing pole as she looks up at her teacher. She'd brought her sword, and was ready to fight some ocean monsters! From the books she's read, there's some freaky stuff in the ocean-- it won't be an easy fight.

But the fish seem to be taking a long time to show up. This isn't like the underground lakes she's used to at all. In fact, this is just kinda a lot of quiet waiting; and sitting still has never been her strong suit.

"When one bites the hook, do we try to bring it up on the shore, or do we fight it in the water? I'm not a very good swimmer, I hope that's OK."

[fallenconstellation]

@originskey

"Right, right, but what about the summon spirits? Have you met them? I've only met the one, Ratatosk, but that didn't exactly end well..." He rubs the back of his head. He's had a lot of questions for Kratos since he'd met him, and now he finally got the chance!

...at least he hopes the other knows he's not Emil, now. He has his notebook at the ready, almost as if he was interviewing Kratos. Lloyd had told him that his dad might have some interesting information for him, so he just had to follow up on that lead.

"But it's all right, it's fine now. It's just, there's a lot I couldn't learn at the academy, so I'd be fascinated to hear some of it from you! My primary research was in summon spirits and history, but I'm sure I'd be fascinated with anything you could share with me, Mr. Aurion!"

[sunsage]

Alt!

Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

"Hey, hey, buddy." The Masked Man's arm wraps around the strangers shoulders, metal pin twirling restlessly in his other hand. "You haven't seen a cool bike around? Looks something like this."

And the picture of the bike appears in his hand out of nowhere. To be fair, it does look pretty cool.

"Might have misplaced it somewhere, maybe maybe. Would love to get it back, eh?"

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