#regensia

[youandme-and]

"... You're... A little off."

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Ikkaku sees no problem in kissing a 7'8" pirate, especially one as buff as Drake. If one gets smothered in his pecs, well, what a way to go.

[chronocide]

@regensia said: ❝ i am very small and i have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that i’m under. ❞ ⋘ meme ⋙

❝ you don't seem that short. and all you gotta do is keep an eye on the sales! you'd be surprised the stuff you can find on sale... uh- and i mean you could get a job. i guess that helps too. ❞

[mediicusvitae]

@regensia said: An attack! Who would be so ballsy as to take on the Trafalgar sister and assault her from behind!? Naturally someone who was naturally inclined to be reckless, arms encircling Lamy as lips pressed to her cheek, her neck, her jaw, her hair, any spot he could. "Lamy, you're trapped!" Sabo exclaimed, promptly then picking her up in a tight hug.

Lamy shrieked as a pair of arms sneaked around her middle, sweeping her off her feet. Said shriek promptly warped into laughter as Sabo spun her around, holding her tightly.

His playful affection engulfed her like a cozy blanket on a cold winter morning. This impulsive and spontaneous nature of his had always been a part of their dynamic, and she cherished every moment of it. His warm lips left a trail of ticklish kisses on her cheek, neck, jaw, and even her hair, sending shivers down her spine and making her heart race.

"Sabo, you're incorrigible," she teased once he had lowered her back down, her voice a mixture of amusement and affection. She wrapped her arms around him in return, standing up on her tip-toes to pepper his own face in retaliation. His infectious energy around was the perfect remedy for any stress or worries she had been carrying, making her feel more alive than she had in all the years she had been with the World Government.

[yasashiiku]

@regensia sent a crow ;

"Running away are we?" It had seemed like a chance encounter of strangers, one walking with a backpack, the other seated upon the side of the road. But one of them had a particular aura and presence that was smothering, and it wasn't the kid with the backpack. "I can't imagine that backpack weighs more than whatever problems are on your shoulders." ( Mogami to Shou lfg !! )

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒎𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 , as if dread suddenly decided to give him company without an invite. His neck cranks up as wide eyes inspect the skies cautiously, hoping to get a hint of whether it would rain or not. And he certainly hoped for the later, rain means he would have to look for shelter, and by doing so, he'd be wasting time he should be using in moving. Getting away fast and as far as possible. It's either that or maintaining a barrier, he thinks while continuing down unfamiliar streets, he doesn't look forward to wasting his energy like that, he doesn't know when would be the next time he'd encounter his persuers.

The unpleasant feeling intensifies, and his pace slows down, losing interest in moving forward and instead focusing on what he recognized as a spiritual aura, trying to decipher it, make sense of it. And the source makes itself known in no time. He regrets halting in place and addressing the man, the esper, or at least that's what Shou assumes. But there is something about him that made the world laze in slow motion and the morning get even dimmer. Shou stares at him for long, his grips tightens around the shoulders straps, he couldn't just walk away.

❝ I would look more of a middle-aged broke drunkard... what do you want? ❞

[lunarscaled-08152025]

"I just seek your honesty on the matter, is all."

-> Neither of them were forthright enough to ask questions blatantly. They both walks around hard-to-speak subjects with the careful pawprint steps of cats on the ledge of a building, always narrowly avoiding precarious death. Lyric had likewise been avoiding danger in all their work before now---Vital never came close to such manners, but it didn't mean they weren't doing them. It didn't mean Lyric didn't know how to hold a blade in both hands and cover their footsteps. Even if he has never spoken about it, Lyric's great secrets and squandered history were likely not too distant from his, and the unremarkable past they both chose to ignore kept them blank slates for people they tried to please. People they tried to understand. Vital knew Lyric too well, and likewise. That is why they ask. Because even if they were happy in their time together, it didn't mean he'd stick his hand in a sawblade for them.

"---Then I'd be happy to hear it, is all."

-> Lyric settles against the cool concrete wall of the underpass. The ground is covered in graffiti and makeshift ramps for skaters, empty bottles of energy drinks and water, empty snack wrappers. The overhead cars are noise, but other than that the area is empty. Lyric brings their knees closer to their chest. Rests their hands on them and leans forward a little.

"I'll be out of town for a month or so. Guild stuff. No matter what you hear, just wait until I come back, okay? Some things just have to be done, no matter the risk."

@regensia from ask. ( Vital )

[sciass]

for @regensia ! + for dimple <3

"I'm sorry, sir, but this area isn't currently safe for civilians." Man, he's hard to hear over the King Engine. "You're going to have to find a way around. Sorry."

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @regensia

“Nice to meet you Vital.” – although these were normal words one was to say in situations like that, Nunnally - out of a sudden - thought they sounded silly…or at least out of place; she still smiled to Vital unsure what would be the honest reply to his questions. And then she laughed. First her giggles were quiet and soft, then a little bit louder drawing additional unwanted attention to both of them, as if Vital’s behaviour was not enough. Then suddenly Nunnally stopped.

“I am sorry.” – she apologized instantly – “But it is so rare to meet someone, who calls oneself rude. In fact, you are the first person like that I have ever met. Ever. If there are many persons like you, they usually to not dwell in my part of the world, or perhaps I do not wander in theirs. And no, I do not really have issues with your…openness…bluntness…after all you were not impolite to me…You even complimented me...as I hope you would allow me to take your statement about myself as a compliment, wouldn't you?”

“But yes, I am curious about you. Not sure why. Call it an impulse. An odd desire to talk to you.”  - she stopped and a deep red painted her cheeks. Nunnally was coming out of her comfort zone talking with Vital, but she enjoyed it. She knew she should have not. She should have finished this conversation and forget she met him, but there was something interesting about him. About his words. Nunnally was a polite person. Or rather she was brought up, trained into politeness. To tell what was expected. But deep inside, she, somehow, agreed with Vital. She would not phrase it like he did, though. She would not consider everyone around her worthless, but she would often have that feeling that she was floating above them. But not only that. She was also surprised by the other persons around them. No-one spoke, no-one reacted.

“Yes, I guess I do have issues to connect to individuals around me.” – these words more slipped Nunnally’s lips than were said on purpose – “So, perhaps I saw someone similar to myself in you. In a strange way…that is.”

She stopped and then asked: --

“Would you mind if I join you at your table? It would be easier to talk…”