#remontere

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primrose, tulip

✿ send me a floral question ✿

primrose: favorite kind of soup?

❝   shrimp bisque. kuro likes a lot of different soups, but this one is my favorite that we’ve tried so far.   ❞

tulip: for your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

❝   my birthday was last month, alain! but i usually don’t ask for cake, shauna and i bake it together. it’s sort of become a tradition of ours, and we do it on her birthday too.   ❞

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➽ @remontere

                THOSE FROM NOHR WERE STILL an enigma to Takumi. Despite their alliance, there were several oddities he couldn’t quite understand. He was a bit reluctant to, really, all things considering, but he could only isolate himself so much.

Many things about their culture and fighting style intrigued him, and others still merely baffled him. For instance, several soldiers—Alain, the one before him, included—rode into battle on the backs of dragons. Even their crown princess, Camilla, seated herself on the spine of a wyvern amidst war. Takumi and Alain had spoken previously, and Takumi had taken an almost begrudging interest in him, but he couldn’t help but be intimidated by the strength and general mass of Alain’s steed.

“...How did you tame that thing?” His gaze trailed upward, toward the bulky winged reptile, furrowing his brows. It was one thing to tame a pegasus or a kinshi, but dragons were ferocious by nature, weren’t they? “And - why? What possessed you to want a dragon for a mount?”

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gold, spare keys jingle as serena slides them back into the pocket of her sweater, moonlight spilling into the pitch blackness of sycamore labs as she steps inside, then shuts the door behind her. she slowly flicks a few lights on as she makes her way to the elevator - not too many, only enough to illuminate her path. it’s either late at night or early in the morning, depending on the way one would look at it - and technically, she should be in her own bed. but when curiosity calls, she’s not one to be able to sleep until it’s been answered & properly sated.

there’s one light that she doesn’t need to flick on, and, with her interest piqued, she opens the cracked door just a little bit more.

                ❝   alain? you’re here awfully late.   ❞  /  @remontere​ ♡