#sailingmakai

[cxdemusings]

((At Akechiii))

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"Hey - happy birthday Akechi~ I can make you a cake later if you want, take you out somewhere... I admit I kinda lost track of the days so I... kinda forgot to plan something..."

[Birthday!!]

"--You...knew when my birthday was?" He was prepared to never celebrate the day again. In all honesty, it was probably just another day to him.

But this...

...It felt nice.

"...I think I'd like that."

[cxdemusings]

(( at Julius! Anxiety is stupid so I'm sending this anyway ))

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"Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where I am, would you? I know where I've been, but that's not much use except for mapping out a new place. Which, well. Doesn't stop me from getting lost, really."

[Unprompted]

--Being stopped on the street was something he was used to. As a knight, he was always willing to help those in need...within his ability, of course.

And now he was faced with yet another civilian. The question did seem off, a bit...unless this person seemed to have lost his memories, maybe? Amnesia?

"Of course. You're in the great city of Lugunica. Were you on your way to a separate location, perhaps? I may be able to provide directions."

[cxdemusings]

|| It's Been Awhile

The ship had stopped, but they weren't disembarking to a new world or universe. The ship, its crew, were all still...resting. Dreaming. They were all in their own rooms below deck, but Goro had jolted back into consciousness. A cold sweat dripped down his cheek as he sat up in bed, his blanket twisted and wrapped haphazardly around his legs.

...Yeah, understandable. He wished he could forget what he saw in his dream, but it seemed like he was falling right back into it every time he closed his eyes.

The dream. The memory...

With a shaky sigh, he pulled back the blanket after untangling himself and got to his feet. Opening the door, he took one step out to the hallway and listened. Still. Silent. Not a single word.

Slowly he shuffled down the small hallway, stopping outside Akira's room. Ahh, his nerves were frying--felt most in his arms as he lifted a hand to the doorknob and forced himself to stop. The sensation of his stomach being twisted into knots was extremely unpleasant.

Don't think about what Akira would think. At all. Please.

He inhaled fairly deep and slowly exhaled, taking the doorknob and slowly turned it. He peeked into the bedroom and--found Akira sleeping, rather soundly.

His approach was slow, arms crossed in a way that seemed like he was hugging himself. Would he...mind? They only just recently...

It was...fine...

Gently, he pulled back the covers and crawled into bed with Akira, fitting himself into his arms and found that he could hide his face against his chest.

...He was so comfortably warm. The embrace he couldn't admit that he needed right now. It's been awhile...

He closed his eyes and nuzzled his head against Akira's chest as he drifted back to sleep.

@sailingmakai

[fragilefates]

Soft and quiet humming, along to the tune of Clair de Lune. She chose to be alone at the moment. Being around people right now...would only make her feel worse.

Make her feel uneasy.

Make her feel...lied to.

Acquaintances were friends. Enemies were friends. Strangers were friends. Who could she trust?

How could she know who liked her for her...?

@sailingmakai

[fragilefates]

@sailingmakai

That description seemed to match. Petra hesitated, but she approached the dark haired man followed by a taller blond man. One of whom would probably unintentionally give Akira a bit of a startle.

"Excuse me," she tugged on his sleeve. "Have you met someone named Chihiro?"

"It's okay, Patience. Charity said himself that he's told this..." the blond looked him over, "stranger about us. The issue lies in how quickly he passed judgement."

[niratias]

Throws both 👀 and 👀💛 at you-

Mostly I read the stuff you post with Viktor (the rare few times he comes up these days lol), but I find Mox is pretty interesting too~

What can I say, the people know what they want 😂🫀

from this

[leblancoracle]

"...."

[niratias]

Man I have so much respect for wrestlers - boggles me any time I see somebody think it's 'lesser'. Like. Even IF you assume the vast majority of it is planned out ahead of time, the fights are still real. Those are real people actually hitting each other, causing damage, and having to do so convincingly and realistically while also trying to make sure noone gets sent to the hospital for it (I assume lol). The amount of skill it must take to be a wrestler is just. Holy shit, man. How can you look at them and think it's lesser?

^^^^ x100

Do you tell stuntmen their work is fake? NO. So stop at them. The fact the performers are that convincing is praiseworthy.