#seed-neeus

[inkysqueed]

slaps my own head

this bad boy can fit so much seed-neeus and dar ma in it

[inkoherentwriting]

Work in Progress Whursday

It's very early in the morning as I type this and I feel bad not catching not one but TWO tags (thank you @hannahcbrown and @sylvienerevarine <333) -- better late than never though, right?

We're going for two wips for the price of one! :O

Low pressure tags: you, the reader if you choose! But also more specifically: @gwilin-stay-winnin , @druidx , @dirty-bosmer , and I'm tagging @hannahcbrown and @sylvienerevarine back because more of their writing means a happy Inky >:D

onto the writing! This first one is an interaction I've wanted to write basically since I began the series. though now that I think about this, this is the sequel to honditar teasing reynald....

The way Seed-Neeus was speaking felt pointed in its hesitance; as though she was being careful to filter her judgment of his current state. Though honestly, maybe he deserved this treatment if he was willing to work with bandits. “You look a little bit-- tired-- but it shouldn't be too hard.” Seed-Neeus’s voice went quieter. “I offered this job to Reynald, once.” Guilbert gave her his full attention as she glanced away from him, his brows furrowed in concern. “I apologize if he trashed the store.”  Seed-Neeus sighed and shook her head. “No… he didn’t even take the job to begin with. I don’t know if it was a matter of pride or if he simply had a job I wasn’t aware of but--” What seemed to be a smile creeping onto her face caught Guilbert off guard. “He’s more like you than you think, Guilbert.”  Now he frowned. “Are you calling me prideful?”  “You’re both young. Rootless--” Seed-Neeus would giggle as Guilbert blushed. “...Maybe a little prideful. …The existence of pride is not the problem. It’s when the two of you let your pride overwhelm your greater senses.” “I think,” Guilbert said as he set a box up onto the counter to sort the stock. “I am beginning to understand how Reynald feels when Honditar and I admonish him.”

i don't remember if i posted this one before but have it again if that is the case

"Ogres." Reynald exhaled as he spoke. "It had to be more ogres didn't it?" Guilbert put a hand on his twin's shoulder, patting him with the intent to console. "Ah Reynald, there's not much we can do about that. But at least when we're done we can say it's not ogre for the case of proving our father innocent." A withering look from Reynald was Guilbert's reward for such a lousy joke-- though behind them Miraina was grinning ear to ear and trying not to laugh any harder than a snicker under her breath.