#proelioprocusi

[reigningmuses]

@proelio-procusi asked: i'd almost forgotten what this felt like. - from Merrill for Shaeva

inbox prompts / always accepting.

They're resting beneath the sun at a hilltop. The grass is greener than anywhere else. The warmth of the day isn't too humid or hot, but perfect like an autumn day. Shaeva carries a basket of food for their picnic. Something she insisted on doing to match the old days. Where they used to do this almost every day as they studied under their keeper.

Shaeva understands that things have gotten complicated for Merrill and the clan. But that doesn't erase how much she cares for her friend. And now that she's free from her duties as Warden-Commander... she had to pay her a visit.

"That's a shame, do your friends never go out for picnics?" She means the friends from Kirkwall. It's a shame and a blessing that Shaeva hasn't met them. The last thing she wants is unnecessary attention. She enjoys her privacy.

[themightyzwei]

[ @proelio-procusi​ sent for Caleb from Astrid ]

“ sometimes I wish you waited for me. ”

“Waited for you?” Caleb was genuinely surprised, glancing to Astrid. But only for a moment. He couldn’t hold her gaze for more than a moment. Because he wished he had, too. Even if he knew it wouldn’t have ended well.

“You really would have come with me?” He said it, obviously not believing her.

[voiceofduality]

@proelio-procusi liked ❤️ (accepting)

Professor Widogast would often walk around the halls alone, carrying more books he seems to have the physical strength for and reading through student's assignments even before he's had the time to reach his office. He has a reputation of being a workaholic, aloof and quiet around the rest of the staff and extraordinary kind to students.

It's one of those days when he's returning to his office at a decent hour, meaning he'll probably go home soon, if no students decide to show up at his door with questions he'd gladly answer for hours. That's when he spots a familiar face, and stops dead in his tracks.

"...Wulf?"

[archived-hellesfeuer]

*    @proelio-procusi​​​​    —    I  DON’T  HAVE  TIME  TO  THINK  ABOUT  MYSELF.  EVERYTHING  I  DO  IS  A  REACTION  TO  WHAT  HAPPENS  AROUND  ME.  MAYBE  IT’S  TIME  I  START  TAKING  CONTROL.  

ASTRID   IS   BRILLIANT,   AND   HE   WONDERS   HOW   SMART   HE   IS,   IN   FACT,   WHEN   HE   DID   NOT   SEE   IT   UNTIL   REXXENTRUM.         he   knows   of   her   back   in   blumenthal,   of   course      —      a   small   hamlet   such   as   theirs,   there   are   few   strangers      —      but   they   are   not   friends.      or   .   .   .      more.      whatever   they   are   becoming   now.   

bren   smirks   across   their   table   in   the   library,   fingers   tightening   around   the   tome   in   his   hands   in   anticipation,   though   he   tries   to   school   his   expression   to   not   show   such   excitement.            “      so   you’re   going   to   do   it?      ”            he   asks   in   zemnian.      they   are   quiet   and   alone;      their   ‘provincial   tongue’   is   not   a   concern   here.      in   fact,   it   is   a   comfort.            “      you’re   going   to   accept   master   ikithon’s   offer?      ”   

he’s   already   talked   wulf   into   it,   after   master   ikithon’s   conversation   with   the   three   of   them   after   lessons   earlier   in   the   week.            “      we’re   already   special,      ”            bren   continues,   now   with   a   sparking   grin.            “      let’s   make   it   official.      ”   

[adveanture-archived]

*    @proelio-procusi​​    —    A  KISS  OVER  A  WOUND 

THE   WARMTH   OF   HER   MAGIC   IS   FAMILIAR   AS   HER   TOUCH.         vax’ildan   feels   his   shoulders   relax,   dropping   the   tension   keeping   them   raised   up   around   his   neck,   posture   terrible   as   ever.            “      thank   you,   kiki,      ”            he   mumbles   sleepily.            “      sorry   about   this.      ”            eyes   shut,   he   nods   towards   the   bare   arm   with   the   wound,   her   hands   around   him,   pale   against   his   darker   skin,   her   lips   pulling   back   from   the   soft   kiss   to   accompany   her   spell.            “      wasn’t   fast   enough,   yeah?      ”            a   half-smirk   there      —      rare   indeed   for   anyone   to   catch   vax   unawares,   even   in   the   throes   of   battle.   

[dawnchampioned]

@proelio-procusi​ asked:  ✬ Making them their favorite hot beverage. -from Pike

ACTS OF AFFECTION / accepting 

another late night in whitestone castle’s library ! the book that vex reads is one of her own, but she’s become quite accustomed to doing most of her reading in the library. this is the third time she’s read the book ( or at least the section on the raven queen ), but she is still hooked on every word, still able to make notes on what she’s read. her eyes are starting to get heavy when pike arrives. vex’s hero, carrying a cup of coffee. there’s a sigh of relief at the sight. ‘ you read my mind, pike. this is just what i needed. ’ the aroma of it alone starts to wake her up and she takes a careful sip, heat warming her whole body. ‘ this is wonderful, dear, thank you. ’ 

[archived-hellesfeuer]

*    @proelio-procusi​​    —     💆🏻  +  24   [  FEED  THEM  SOMETHING  ] 

MOLLYMAUK   LIKES   TO   DISTRACT   CALEB   WHEN   HE’S   WORKING.         he   says   he   needs   to   be   ‘pulled   out   of   his   own   ass’   often   or   he’ll   get   stuck   there   .   .   .      whatever   that   means.      caleb   is   not   always   so   good   at   the   jokes   in   common,   he’s   found;      they   don’t   always   make   sense.      what   does   make   sense   is   the   circus   man   as   distraction      —      everything   about   him   serves   as   one.   

caleb   swats   at   mollymauk’s   tail   tickling   his   ear,   but   he   has   to   look   up   from   his   spellbook,   from   copying   down   his   newest   acquisition   from   pumat’s   shop,   when   the   smell   of   pie   wafts   over   him,   molly’s   fork   only   an   inch   or   so   from   caleb’s   mouth.      apple   pie   .   .   .      so   close   to   apple   tarts   .   .   .   

“      where,   ah   .   .   .      ”            clears   his   throat.            “      where   did   you   find   that?      ”            it’s   not   quite   right      —      not   exactly   how   it   smelled   when   his   mother   baked   those   treats   on   special   occasions      —      but   it’s   the   closest   he’s   been   in   oh-so-long.      molly   can’t   have   known,   but   .   .   .      it’s   special   all   the   same.   

[reigningmuses]

"There you are," Korra comes in with her signature grin. She's happy to see Asami and kisses her cheek. Hugging her from behind and rubbing her stomach affectionately before letting go. "You ready to keep exploring the spirit world? I was thinking that direction, Avatar senses and all that." She lightly says with a relaxed sigh. She loves this adventure and closeness with her.

@proelio-procusi [ liked for a starter ]