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[dragonaea-archived]

   a smirk plays on her lips as she feels his body relax into her own. when he reaches for her lips she pulls away with a quirk to her brow. even in moments like this, she will lean toward her mischievous side. eyes lock with his own as she pulls body from his reach but keeps him pinned to the ground. ❛ & here i thought you were supposed to be the great shield.  ❜

@shieldsung // cont

[dragonaea-archived]

shieldsung replied to your post:     what if i rped momo from bnha?

do it and rp with my bnha muses

maybe i’ll make a small multi muse account

[dragonaea-archived]

shieldsung replied to your post

just do you friend. there’s not much you can do other than that. life happens. don’t let yourself get bogged down by things like rping when it’s supposed to be for fun. you’re great okay? <3

   i just feel bad cause i wanna write a lot but sadly time isn’t always on my side. and i wanna ship but i feel nervous to ask anymore cause i’m scared i’m not as active as i should be. 

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kisses forehead. then promptly pulls him in for a tight hug. he seemed to need it.

               down  in  the  dumps  didn’t  even  begin  to  describe  the  feeling  buried  deep  inside  a  hurting  heart.  twisted  &&  pained.  but  still  trying  to  smile.  despite  that,  trying  wasn’t  enough,  because  a  frown  replaced  the  grin  that  could  light  up  the  night  sky.  about  to  fall  into  a  cycle  of  self - pitying,  something  breaking  that.

               the  lips  pressed  the  forehead,  soft  &&  sweet.  a  hug  to  follow,  to  bury  face  into  a  warmer  chest.  needing  this.  needing  the  comfort  of  human  contact  if  just  for  a  little.  (  everything  ends.  ).  a  laugh,  forced  &&  pained.  so  clearly  faked  but  not  letting  guard  down.  tears  prick  eyes  that  usually  are  so  bright,  so  kind  –  but  now  broken.

              ❛     w  –  what’s  this  for  gladio  ?  i’m  fine  …  really.     ❜  a  lie.  tears  drip  down  a  broken  face.  shoulders  shake,  face  tucked  away  in  the  other’s  chest.  arms  don’t  reciprocate  the  action,  instead  they  hang  on  either  side  of  the  quivering  body.  throat  closing  from  the  tears,  wanting  to  convince  that  everything  is  fine.  not  even  having  enough  energy  to  lie.

              ❛     i’m  fine  …  i’m  okay.  everything  is  fine.     ❜

[charsight]

                ❛   gladio, a bit of leniency can go a long away.    ❜  

                tone low, dressed with a delicate touch as he looked up to the other. between the two of them, the shield was always one to carry a more curt tone with noctis. particularly when things grew frayed at the edges. & while understanding could be lent to those circumstances, ascension was eventual for the prince. a pace can be kept to noctis’s slight leisure. 

                a hand that forces could be the subject of resentment. a tense air would garner the discomfort of prompto & stoic silence from the two parties. 

                ignis never quite favored the idea. better to nip possible circumstances in the bud before they came to be. 

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