#solmyth

[albamagus]

@solmyth​ || closed starter.

     ❝ SAOIRSE ! ❞ Perhaps a bit too eagerly, he found himself hurrying to approach to her side the moment he laid eyes upon his familiar friend. 

     Given that their homes were so far apart from one another, he never expected to encounter her that often and let alone right near his home. Once they were at a comfortable distance, he wasted no time in grasping her hands, firmly within his own and he squeezed, clearly ecstatic to see her again. He was practically bouncing on his spot once they met face-to-face. He truthfully didn’t have a wide network of friends since most of them consisted of otherworldly acquaintances, mages, sorcerers -- and even those who visited as frequent customers. It was difficult for him to actually maintain a friendship but even through the mountains of acquaintances, he would consider Saoirse a friend no matter how much time had passed. After all, they both made that decision together.

     ❝ I never expected to meet you here ! What are you doing all the way in England ? You don’t happen to be visiting someone, are you ? Oh ! You should come in for tea -- well, if you have time. My home isn’t too far from here so please, come by. It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you ! ❞ He was honestly resisting the temptation to tug her into a tight embrace but he was going to restrain himself for now since it would be rude to be so overly affectionate.

[univentoremarchived]

|| @solmyth plotted: 

Whilst eating his dinner (apparently put as a custom order because he had so many ingredients taken out of the dish, something chefs never liked) Ayden was sketching on his tablet, attempting to create new designs for a new series of knives (he wanted to try Persian styled ones, otherwise called Jambiya, he believed). 

When he was addressed, Ayden looked up surprised, focus disrupted, but he never minded as immediately after a bright smile appeared. 

   “How can I help you, miss?”

[fukogi-blog]

@solmyth liked for a pre-established starter !

     adoration seeps into every grief-ridden part them, their gaze fixated to the source of such warm emotions. her every action was comparable to the moon: her stride was a lunar path to follow which shone sheer brilliance, her subtle smiles are all eclipsing and the way her laugh drowns gospels of the holy. her existence would be considered blasphemy but she is a resurrection of their forgotten happiness. they would protect her with the last of their power. her luminescent existence would not dim as long as they were around.

        ‘ what are you so excited about, lady eun-ji ? found a new place to travel ? ’

     affection is laced carefully in each word and their usually dull expression brightens to match her own. a genuine expression laced with motives of soothing her, a smile curved on their mouth into an awkward and tired smile produced by good-intentions.