Jul 27, 2015
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sir-critias:
Chuckles softly.
“If you sleep all day, we will miss the fun.”
“What ‘fun’ could we possibly be missing?”
Not convinced.
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sir-critias:
Chuckles softly.
“If you sleep all day, we will miss the fun.”
“What ‘fun’ could we possibly be missing?”
Not convinced.
“late-night” mushy-gushy post.
a shout-out to blackedges, sir-critias, heartofthecxrds, xallet ( it won’t let me tag msharuno for some reason? ) --
thank you all so much. i really, really, owe you all a lot. i never thought i would feel comfortable using skype? maybe that sounds weird but i had some real anxiety using it and i don’t think i could’ve tackled that without all of us talking or without our group chats. i’m really happy that i’ve been talking to you all frequently, and some every day.
and thank you for giving me a solid group of friends in the rp community. you all are only part but a major part. i’ve been in and out for the past few years so i never made any strong connections, but i feel like i have and i’m so happy.
i could go on, but really i hope you all feel my ♥♥♥.
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sir-critias:
Today was just one of those days. Critias just wasn’t feeling as energetic as he usually did. He could feel Timaeus wasn’t doing so hot himself either. It was likely due to the rain that poured outside. Perhaps there was a way to lift both their spirits and what better way than with food.
“Timaeus, are you hungry?” he inquired, gently rubbing the other’s back who lay beside him.
The rain never bothered me so much. I loved it normally, but today was not such. I could not figure out why, but remaining in bed proved to my my most viable option. With Critias being beside me, it improved my mood by a little.
“Hungry?”
I turned my head to look at him, the words coming out in a mumble. Food did sound nice, but actually getting out of bed sounded impossible. Too bad it would not appear out of thin air.
Kiss + back of the hand
In truth I DID NOT want to attend this ‘festival.’I was against it in the beginning, but the Atlanteans did not listen to me & said We deserved somethingto celebrate us.
A festival is what they decided.
I was standing in an empty room, tugging on the sleevesof the outfit that was created for me, for this occasion. Itwas ravishing, to call it a name, and I liked it quite a bit.
A knock was heard before someone entered. I let outa sigh, ignoring who it was & not sure WHO it was, forI did not allow myself to draw the information out. Whenmy hand was placed into theirs, I turned quickly, readyto give whomever it was an earful but I stopped, meetingthe purple eyes I familiarized myself with so well. Myown blue watched him as he lifted my hand & pressedthe smallest kiss to the back. The initial reaction Iexpressed was the mild heating of my face, I unsurewhat Critias meant with such an action but I had watchedAtlanteans do it with one another, in most cases withsomeone they deeply cared about. Silence followedas Critias’ eyes met mine once more.
“–Is this your way in getting me to attend?”
sir-crxtias
ＬＯＮＧ ＬＩＶＥ ＴＨＥ ＫＩＮＧ！！
❝Critias!❞
A smile seemed to grace the Titan King’s face, although it faded as Atlas noted an odd wound--
❝How... How many of my people did he end? And for what reason? Why is it that my loyal Knights, my conduits of Order & Peace-- He took out Timaeus’ eye... What did he take from you, my Knight of Wisdom?❞
critias has to be dad.
atlantiian
sir-crxtias replied to your post:sir-crxtias replied to your post:i’m being forced...
Imma do it….
i am shutting off my ask.
sir-crxtias replied to your post:i’m being forced to do them all. *cry* well...
Don’t make me do the thing <w<
critias do NOT do the thing.