#pinktief

[accultant]

gives them a forehead smooch. mwah ✨

The perpetual crease between Iago's brow softens the moment their knight graces their overactive brain with a silencing touch they can't help but lean into.

This might be the closest to 'sun-kissed' their corpse-pale face ever gets. Heh. Hehe...

A quiet, content hum escapes them that sounds not entirelt unlike a purr..?

[accultant]

casually passing by to offer them a bouquet of purple lilies.

Iago no longer holds the suspicions they once had for such niceties. Not from Āl Zuriel. If any mistrust flickers across their mind, it's washed away by affection, something still so refreshing and different from what they've always known that they don't know if they'll ever get used to it. If anything, it gets worse (better) every day. It's almost overwhelming. Or maybe Exhilarating might be a more apt word. Whatever the case, their heart does something ridiculous and panicky and horribly endeared when their knight approaches with her gift.

"My favorite," they say simply, taking the flowers carefully. One is plucked from the bouquet and twirled between their fingers. They rise an inch on their toes to tuck the displaced lily behind her ear. "Oh, yes, and the flowers are nice, too."

[accultant]

[  forehead  kiss  ]  sender  presses  a  slow  kiss  to  receiver’s  forehead  and  lingers  there

━━━.࿔･｡꒷꒦⁺･ﾟ︶ ๋꒷ִֶָ. be my valentine.

       Still as ever, Iago watches the knight lean closer. They think their heart might burst out of their chest at the tenderness with which they're handled. Āl Zuriel doesn't treat them with cautious kid gloves or pity, it's always just simple, gentle, sweetness. A satisfied hum (is that a purr?) sounds from the back of their throat as they melt, shutting their eyes and leaning into the touch. They hook their fingers into a strap of her armor to keep her trapped there for just a little bit longer, oh, so selfish. 

[accultant]

casually offering passing by to offer a little bouquet of purple aster flowers ♡

Iago doesn't take them at first, looking from the flowers, then to Zuriel, then to the flowers, then back to Zuriel again. It's a few long moments before the recognize this must be a gift of sorts. 

Even still, they hesitate before setting aside their book and cautiously accepting the delicate bouquet like she's handing them a bomb and not a bundle of flowers. 

       “What is this for?” they ask, plucking one flower from its place to examine as they twirl it between their fingers.

“Did you do something? Is this a bribe?         I'll warn you, I'm not one to haggle with lightly." 

[realmsae]

@pinktief / sc.

' shall i play you a tune ? ' fingers settle over lute strings, warmth in her features as she spots the paladin. a small strum is given as a grin settles over her face. ' who is it you serve ? perhaps i have a story about them in my repertoire. '

[wornkindness]

     “Here let me see your hand.” Her words were hushed, but not harsh. Amelia waits for a moment before dropping a handful of oats into the other’s open palm. A small herd of deer stood not too far off. They came here often enough that Amelia recognized each of them, but there were a bit more cautious than normal given she had company. “Just give them a moment and they’ll come over, they’re just nervous when there are new people.”

@pinktief ┊┊⋆˚ *❀‧₊˚. liked for a starter

[soulskept]

@pinktief : remember my name , mitski

" just how many stars will i need to hang around me ? to finally call it heaven. "

[saintsdawn-archive]

@pinktief sc.

These lands remind her of home. It sends chills down her spine and knots her stomach, making it difficult to step forward. At any moment, she expects to see crawling mists and hear the voices of the dead. Thankfully, they never come.

Instead, she’s surrounded by voices of refugees and Harpers. Last Light Inn has become their sanctuary but Florence, on edge, holds onto her cup with a crushing grip. Every few seconds her eyes dart to the door.

“ The darkness dims his light, ” she mumbles. “ It worries me. Do you think we’ll be able to break this curse ? ”