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@safiirimaagi + continued

“...” What made her ask such a thing? He merely said knotting. Perhaps she did not understand the implication behind it? It might be best to give up in adapting into the modern era, as the alteration in language is not doing him a favor. “Father said that it was how you tell someone to eat. Meal preparations are finished. I figured I should call you.”

[gallowking]

Me last night playing Minecraft with lulu: Sanson might not look it but he’s pretty strong! You just can’t see it cause he wears that coat all the damn time. But yeah he’s strong enough to haul a full grown man over his arm.

Lulu: - I was going to say that he has to be strong to hold all of that sin on his shoulders-

Me:

Me: TRUE......

[solaetis-archive]

@safiirimaagi​ // continued.

A FAMILY TO THINK ABOUT. A GENERATION TO SOMEDAY LEAD. He came here on his own volition, finding their little game of cat and mouse something that should end. It's tiresome and does no favors for them both. The first few hours were amazing at best, the amusement golden in every hinge and had him wondering what else she had in store for him. After a day or two, the lack of pursuit had him grunting under his breath. He understands not of her difficulty, understands not what it is she's trying to force herself to endure. A self-inflicted pain or is he, perhaps, too sheltered and indifferent to understand the depth of her heart? Must he tell her of his thick skin? 

Or how he grows mad over the fact that he cannot feel the same?

Can't let it go, why? There's no difference to realize between holding on and letting go. Clinging to such things will only result in disappointment and letting go allows things to move forward on their own. She isn't so arrogant to believe even the slightest of actions could make a difference, eh? FATE IS FATE. Perhaps it's because she refuses this that he had taken a slight interest into the workings of her mind. He didn't seem all too affected until she crawled on top of him without hesitation, her voice rising as it releases frustration he had previously assumed she had already learned how to cast aside. Rider's golden eye observed every change in her expression and at the same time heard her breathing close.

"Is it truly strength or power?" he inquired as he felt a few drops of her warm tears against his skin, his hands reaching to cup her face to ensure that her eyes see him right now at this very moment wherein words can only be relied upon. "I understand the world in the perspective of someone who has no concept of fear. If I am not afraid, do I truly surmise the weight of my options? Do I have a full understanding of what I can lose and win?" That is the very reason as to why he's not afraid to gamble. There's no excitement nor fear to be had. He is just a man making empty bets, not knowing what it means to achieve victory or suffer defeat. Perhaps that is the greatest weakness to ever exist. 

To remain a stranger.

"Even now as you cry for me, I still cannot find it in myself to feel sorrow for you." Rider wondered... if he could worry just the same, be afraid just the same, would he even wish to? Would he even want to be plagued by troubles as much as she is now? "I can only apologize for how I am, Luvia. For how I see things. For how I understand them."

[unwcvering]

@safiirimaagi​ asked  —

dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them. (some Lord function or something)

one word prompts || accepting

       These formal events never failed to be a permanent thorn in his side. It had little to do with donning a suit and tie. That was everyday wear for a stand-in Lord, but it had more to do with having to put on a face as if he were enjoying himself. Much to no one’s surprise, El-Melloi II failed in that department. Arms crossed stiffly over his chest, a cigar held between forefinger and middle, he narrowed his gaze at the sight of people beginning to pair themselves once music began to play. It was a given that people flock like sheep at the sound, but that wasn’t what made his lips pull into a deep frown. 

       “Miss Edelfelt,” was said sternly, eyeing her hand extended to him in what he could only assume was invitation to dance. “I would not expect that you would stoop so low to ask for my hand. Or am I a last resort in order to prevent yourself from appearing a wallflower?” He had no issue preoccupying himself with his cigar and perhaps a glass of champagne, if he managed to find someone serving, but for a Lady, one as Luvia, he could understand why it might matter. Sighing, he snuffed out his cigar and placed its case back into his pocket before begrudgingly taking her hand. “One dance. I do not want to hear any complaints either.”

[katatede]

No question, only love for a fave.

OUTER SENSHI SOLIDARITY!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH LULUUUUUUUU

[spiritrxns]

@safiirimaagi | X

“Luvia...” Merlin’s voice was quiet as he knelt beside her and lay a hand on her back. A shadow of concern crossed the Caster’s face as he patted her back soothingly, as best he could. He had been able to tell she was stressed but he never expected her to have such a moment just because she broke a silly bottle.

“It’s all right,” he said to her with a reassuring tone. “I’m not angry in the slightest. The flask is just a flask, we can make another. Why would I be angry that your exhaustion made you a bit...clumsy?”

Merlin knew there were things about her he was not aware of. Their lessons were just that: lessons. He never pressed her for any questions about her life or past because he did not think it was needed for their lessons.

[arondightlight]

safiirimaagi

  Is absolutely staring at Guinevere right now....

We calling the cops.

Wouldn’t be the first time he’s been imprisoned. 

[gallowking]

@safiirimaagi {Here}

She had assumed that he wasn’t fond of such gatherings, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t fond of it at all. In fact, it was almost the opposite. Of course, he was more interested in learning about Luvia’s opinion over the matter at hand than his own feelings about the overall event. 

His eyes happened to gaze over into the direction of said Archer. Ah, yes, he did notice that just now. The Rider did seem rather disappointed, but it was changed from the way both of them were now playfully teasing one another. 

Friendship. It’s such a powerful bond between people. Oh, how he remembered such a rare occurrence. 

“It is better than leaving a negative notion between them. I can admire when two people are close to that point where, even when you are turned down, they don’t end up holding it over your head when it happens.” Silently, his attention then turns back to Luvia. Had she experienced this before? 

“Ah... I would continue dancing, although an extravagant design such as this leaves me hesitant. It’s strange for me to be here, Luvia.” Even with a different atmosphere, dances like this were meant for people higher status than his own, right? In fact, even when he tried not to show it, he still felt his gaze linger towards the event in question. Everyone DID seem like they were having fun. 

“You are enjoying yourself though, are you, Luvia?”