#primalvessel

[lionheartedscout]

🌿

Send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe @primalvessel

The air was filled with the sights, sounds, and smells of merrymaking. People were drinking and singing songs while others were content with regaling tales of the old days in hopes of passing down old traditions. Gav, however, was content to linger with a pint of ale in his hand, wishing good health to those who passed by. He turned his gaze and caught Maru alone in a corner, so the scout sought the opportunity to slip away from the crowd.

"Oi, what're you doing here by yourself?" he murmured. "You should be out there mingling..." He paused for a moment and took another swig of ale. "Then again, it is a lot of people, so I don't blame you."

He thought he saw something small out of the corner of his eye and glanced up. His cheeks instantly turned a light hue of pink when he realized that he was standing under a spring of mistletoe. More importantly, he was standing under it with Maru.

"So, uh... I'm not sure if you're aware..." He gestured up. "I mean...I like you an' all... Ah, bugger me."

He leaned in to quickly kiss Maru, his face flushed red to the tips of his ears. "Merry Christmas."

[azure-steel]

@primalvessel asked: 'however this plays out, i’m seeing it through with you.'

random sentence prompts - ACCEPTING

Prone was he to the bouts of debilitating darkness which would filter into his vision from time to time. Where the world would turn faster and he stuck in this strange, gelatinous limbo. Mostly Cloud could conceal these demons beneath the blanket of indifference, burying himself in the workload offered to him by Strife Delivery. 

Today however had felt particularly bleak, not for any particular reason, just the thought of leaving the bed had filled the blond with a sense of such impending dread that simply getting dressed to get about his day had been a greater task than usual. 

His lover had seemed to notice, however. And as always, it would seem that he was the only one who ever did these days. 

It would seem, true to a feline's nature, that Maru was adept when it came to reading Cloud’s moods as though from pages of a book, and he would ask the questions, only to be debunked with claims of exhaustion spilling from the courier's lips. Lies the snowy miqo’te knew all too well. 

So it was that night after an arduous work day in which Maru would venture into their bed a little earlier than the usual early morning, snuggling up to the blond’s back does he say such powerful things to him. Things that force him to realise that life right now… isn’t so bad. Things which prompt him to turn around and gaze at this strange man in the darkness, and appreciate the gleam of his eyes twinkling in the black. 

And thus, Cloud says nothing, there are no words to convey these feelings the miqo’te would evoke within him in these deep dark moments where clarity is often fleeting amidst the smog. So instead he would just pull his lover close, a gentle, lingering kiss atop his soft head. For now, he hopes this response will be enough for this one constant he clings to and hopes will never leave.

[adenial-a]

sshhhhh they are flirting at the marketboard @primalvessel

[wrathfuldissonance]

💝

{ It's Starlight! | Accepting | @primalvessel }

"Happy Starlight!" Grim triumphantly held up the giftbox, grinning cheekily at Maru.

Inside are:

A miqo-ear beanie with a Starlight tree border and a pom-pom on each ear

Matching fingerless gloves with a fold-over mitten.

Several boxes of cookies, each with ingredient lists included. Iced sugar cookies, gingerbread, chocolate chip, double chocolate chip, chocolate-butterscotch chip, peanut butter, red velvet with cream cheese drizzle... and something called 'death wish' that appears to be three kinds of chocolate and butterscotch chips all tossed together.

A box of mini tarts - several kinds of fruit, chocolate, and... pumpkin?

Half a dozen mini loaves of bread.

A teeny-tiny starlight cake, sized for two.

[thancrxdwatxrs]

@primalvessel || XVI Verse

It had been tough enough to figure out a way to slip into the Capitol unnoticed, but trying to avoid the various patrols was another challenge entirely. Thancred was determined, however, as he peered around the corner just as more imperials passed by. He waited a moment, then seized the opportunity to move further down into the dungeon.

When he first heard the rumors about strange creature in the Southern Isles, he thought of them as tall tales, simply legends and myths and nothing more. Yet, when he also heard about the conduction of experiments in the Imperial Capitol, he knew he had to do something and was among the first to volunteer for the task. It was initially a reconnaissance mission - he would sneak in, gather intel, and then get out.

But then he saw a figure hunched over in a far corner of one of the cells and paused. A wave of emotions overcame him, silently cursing the Imperial bastards and whatever gods and lords they served. He quickly looked around then moved closer.

What had started as intel gathering had turned into a rescue mission.

"Psst. Over here," he whispered.

[kolak-magiya-a]

[sleeves] - Sender sees receiver roll up their sleeves (and stares because ho boy) [ For Xadai ]

The fabric moved easily as Xadai pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. It was done pretty quickly before the Au'Ra moved to pick up the crate that was too heavy for Maru to lift himself.

In silence it was moved, and Xadai showed little struggle in doing so before it was set down with a dull thud. He stood tall, stretching his arms up over his head before relaxing and turning to the miqo'te.

"Was that the last one? Or do you want me to go lift heavy objects so you can drool at me some more?"

[voidfangs]

“secrecy flows through you, a different kind of blood.”

secrecy by margaret atwood — @primalvessel ♜

[valiisthea]

' there’s nothing you can do to save them. ❜ - For Terence and Dion eehehehhe.

End of the World Starters || Accepting

@primalvessel || Dion (and Terence)

Dion’s hand tightens around the hilt of his halberd. Whether its from anxiety or anger, he’s unsure, but he can feel his eyebrows furrow into a glare. This is a threat, if he’s ever heard one before, and such things are not to be taken lightly.

Especially when one threatens the dominant of Bahamut.

“You are unwise to threaten me. I will allow you one chance to reconsider your position, and one chance only.”

He does not semi-prime, but he does let a flash of magic encase him with a blueish glow. His eyes lighten to a brighter golden yellow; a lingering threat of his own - if his wishes are not tended to.