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[artsylightfixtures]

[pastballads]

@rcguna​ liked this for a starter. | Dusty.

  This was... new to say the least. Dustin knew that venturing further from the shack he called a home would lead to discovering new places, yet he was astonished to stumble across a tilled field of all things during his meanderings, crops of various kinds sprouting from the dark soil almost like weeds. It wasn’t a leap in logic to assume that this was someone’s farm. A big farm, at that. Bigger than any he’s seen by a long shot. However, there wasn’t trees towering over the field like the all the ones back home.

  Forest green hues snapped towards the sound of a hoe striking the earth mere feet from him. Obviously, it was a farmer, though whether it was his land or he just worked here was something he’d find out later. Right now... he needed to address the fact he was unintentionally trespassing onto the property. “... apologies, but I had no idea a farm was out here.”

[karnakian]

@rcguna​  asked  :   Hugs him.

ugh,  not  again.  ever  since  he  had  officially  agreed  (  grudgingly,  might  he  add  !  )  to  allow  the  earthmate  to  call  himself  his  friend,  the  man  had  seemingly  decided  to  embark  on  a  one  -  man  quest  to  prove  himself  as  aggravating  as  possible  to  the  former  priest,  through  means  of  ...  physical  contact,  of  all  things. 

the  occasional  shoulder  tapping  and  arm  bumping  had  been  fine  -  hell,  he  himself  was  guilty  of  the  same,  although  he  personally  was  partial  more  to  manners  of  mischief,  pinching  and  hair  pulling  and  the  like.  he  still,  of  course,  preferred  to  be  the  initator  -  all  things  on  one’s  own  terms  and  such  -  but  little  touches  like  these  were  ...  tolerable.  but  as  their  respective  levels  of  comfort  and  familiarity  began  to  rise,  so  too  did  these  displays  begin  to  become  more  frequent.  and  evolve.  and  turn  into  ...  this.

hugging.  ugh.  what  was  next,  holding  hands  ?  braiding  each  others’  hair  ?  had  the  man  no  sense  of  pride  ?  no  -  no,  of  course  he  didn’t,  this  was  the  earthmate  he  was  talking  about,  after  all.

kindness  was  one  thing,  but  genuine  affection,  intimacy  -  these  things,  he  had  always  reasoned,  were  best   doled  out  like  candy  ;  a  reward,  a  gift  given  every  now  and  again  to  whet  the  appetite,  only  to  be  denied  again  and  left  wanting  more,  anxiously  awaiting  when  next  such  a  delicacy  may  be  savored  again.  make  your  attention,  your  favor,  a  prize  to  be  sought  out  and  earned.  let  others  believe  that  they  need  you,  far  more  than  you  need  them.

but  the  earthmate,  he  noticed,  gave  his  affection  freely  -  almost  unconditionally,  it  seemed.  because  of  course  he  did,  he  was  a  simple  -  minded  fool,  one  that  just  so  happened  to  be  able  to  harness  the  might  of  nature’s  power  at  his  fingertips.  the  man  held  all  the  optimism  and  naïveté  of  a  child,  and  spread  his  warmth  as  such  :  helping  anyone  in  need,  openly  spouting  his  appreciation  and  fondness  for  others,  always  smiling  and  laughing  and  encouraging  and  touching  and  hugging  --  it  was  baffling.  even  stranger  still  was  his  uncanny  knack  of  befriending  the  most  unlikely  of  people,  even  those  who  had  once  been  his  enemy.  

even  those  who  had  hurt  people.  even  those  who  weren’t  deserving.

was  there  a  certain  sort  of  freedom  in  such  a  way  of  living  ?  perhaps  --  he  could  certainly  imagine  how  such  simple  -  mindedness,  such  ...  honesty,  could  appeal  to  others.  but  even  if  he  was  someone  who  such  a  thing  appealed  to  -  which  he  wasn’t  -  the  days  in  which  he  could  live  such  a  life  were  long  over.  such  was  the  road  to  repentance.  that  was  all  there  was  to  it.

there  was  depressingly  little  he  could  do  for  now.  he  had  long  since  learned  his  lesson  that  trying  to  escape  was  a  fool’s  errand  ;  any  movement  only  seemed  to  make  the  other  man  latch  on  tighter.  no,  it  was  best  to  wait  out  whatever  ludicrous  urge  had  overtaken  him.  his  only  hope  for  now  was  to  be  patient  --  stock  -  still,  spine  stretched  taut,  aquamarine  eyes  staring  hopelessly  up  to  the  sky  above  as  his  tail  twitched  uneasily  behind  his  back.  

‘  ...  is  it  over  ?  are  we  done  ?  ’  the  words  tumbled  out  of  his  mouth,  stilted,  second  in  awkwardness  only  to  how  he  felt.  the  man  was  warm  -  too  warm,  really  -  and  his  hold  on  him  was  gentle,  yet  firm.  comforting,  almost.  enough  so  that  it  was  almost  soothing,  encouraging  him  to  relax,  if  only  by  a  hair,  if  only  for  a  second  --

a  clumsy  hand  clapped  the  earthmate’s  back  -  perhaps  with  a  bit  too  much  force  -  once,  twice.  a  silent  plea  for  reprieve.

‘  yes,  yes,  friendship,  very  good  and  all  that.  can  we  be  finished  now  ?  ’  

[caeciliam]

“..M-Mister Raguna....”

[cromwellharvests]

@rcguna​ said:  "Yeah, I think whatever got into my cellar was after the cheese I was aging. A wheel of it was torn up. If it was a raccoon it was very messy, and now probably very full." Raguna sighs, but he doesn't seem too upset. "Shouldn't be too difficult to fix up though. Better than a fox or mink getting in somewhere."

She makes a face somewhere between thoughtful and sympathetic, considering the scene in her mind’s eye while cutting a little rectangle from a square dish, plating the cranberry crumb bar and gently plonking it down in front of him. “well, I’d say ‘poor thing’ for th’ tummy problems I reckon they’re ‘bout t’ suffer, but I guess that’s just comeuppance, isn’t it?” she teases, a little, before canting her head to the other side.

“s’pose you’re gonna have t’ go around and check for any gaps near th’ foundation, make sure they haven’t made a den anywhere close by... it doesn’ sound like too much, but if you need any help, I’ve got th’ time on my hands.” she didn’t keep any animals as of yet, after all, so the cold coming in meant a lot less work in the fields to keep her busy. 

[cantillat-moved]

@rcguna​ housewife is different than malewife though!.... still hurts the ego

He has been called many things: housewife, househusband, malewife, queen.  You just learn to accept it. Fighting will only make things worse, Raguna-san.

[lyriccl]

It had been many miles of travelling on horseback, and some on foot, that she and the troupe she has been travelling with finally reached the village they would be setting up camp at for the next few days. Emma was completely exhausted, and she would love nothing more than to lie in her cot and sleep away the next few days. But the leader of the troupe insisted on a performance after only a short period of rest. 

The troubadour was one of the star performers with her singing voice, so it was no surprise that she was on deck. Ah, it looks like there was no way to weasel out of this one. Not that she normally would, but she was just so tired.

But, the caravan leader argued, her vocal chords weren’t. And that’s why she was in the front of the group in her performer’s garb.

She began her song. She wasn’t doing a full-on dance like she normally would, that was left to the featured dancers, but she was moving and swaying along to the music. 

When the song was over, she hadn’t even broken a sweat, but the townspeople were begging for an encore. Looks like she would be here for a while.

@rcguna​

[twinxmasters-archived]

rcguna said: "What if I don't want to fight him? Or you."

“That won’t be a problem! Just stay out of the War, and if you can’t, be sure you’re on my side of it.”

“You are on my side, aren’t you Raguna?~”