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[unwakenp]

songbite asked:

🔥 omg ...

“    of course you are.     ”   tatl spoke as if he was so sure,  as though there wasn’t any other plausible answer.       “      it’s your confidence. you’ve always been hot to me! wait, now i’m curious, what do you think about me?      ”     he gives a playful smile and wink.  if anything,  aweri had always been someone who was better at putting up with tatl than most.     “      you think i’m hot,  right?  it’s only fair you get to tell me, too.      ”

[nomaiel]

omg!! /dote

          “  get the hell away from me  ”

[flowerwept]

@songbite said: *puts a flower in his hair* :] / hermes!

Aweri had approached a sitting Hermes from behind so the sudden presence of fingers brushing against his head takes the overseer by surprise; he jumps a bit, shoulders hunching slightly, eyes going to meet Aweri’s while a hand rises to touch the object, to hold it, to see just what Aweri has put in his hair and -- oh, a flower.

An azalea. Its meaning: TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

Hermes isn’t sure if Aweri knows anything about flowers and the meanings and emotions ascribed to each one but the gesture is touching, and those too-long shoulders slump again. He turns the flower over between his fingers to look at its petals better / a creation allowed to simply BE. What a joyful way to live... he thinks this here, amidst a sea of islands in the clouds.

Once he’s gotten a good look at the azalea, to show he respects Aweri’s hard work, Hermes puts the flower back behind his ear where the mi’qote had placed it moments ago.  “You startled me,”  is all he says, despite the many thoughts and feelings swimming in his chest.

[ehslye]

@theswell​​ said: “ i need to get in there. ” @songbite​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @ruinrisen​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @hisburial​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @hopeunto​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @dustrot​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @nomaiel​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @unwaken​​​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ”

lost in space // ACCEPTING

A chorus that surely begets an omen of some kind – unanimous, yet somehow cacophonic in  a chaotic contradiction as the singular thought is made aloud. Jahliqai stands firmly where he is – eye wide as everyone stares at him with a fiery determination he doesn’t understand. He blinks once. Twice. By the third blink, Jahliqai struggles to open his mouth – hesitation gripping him fiercly as he finds himself plagued with a singular fear – stammering it out with alarm: 

     “ Get... Get in where...? “

[flowerwept]

@songbite said:  *blows hermes a kiss*

Easily embarrassed, Hermes’s head dips low and away, wishing he had his mask to disguise the shade on his cheeks, but this time he’s defenseless save for his bangs, which don’t do much for him except help him avoid making eye contact.  But with eyes as bright as his, that’s nigh impossible, no matter how much he tries to stare at a very interesting spot of grass. A hand rubs at the space between nose and lip. He reminds himself: there is no weight here, no reason to be embarrassed, Hermes, but he does not want to be a SPOILSPORT either.

“I am not suited for such talk. I am too...awkward.”  Which is not to say he DISLIKES it necessarily ( Hermes is not unafraid of attention / he is overseer of Elpis for a reason, after all / matters of the heart simply escape him ). “My friend, your efforts are best saved for someone like Hythlodaeus. Someone who may be more equipped to tease you back.”

[abysswaltz]

songbite asked: *puts a flower in his hair* :]

It wasn’t often Kaeya would get peace like this. Everything felt calm, serene. Recently, he’d come to find that this peace graced him more than usual when with Aweri’s company. Although he hadn’t particularly voiced this, but there had often been times, too, where he’d sought him out, finding himself missing him, almost. His want had been laced behind teases and Aweri had met those back equally which had pleasantly surprised him. It was too far and too few that Kaeya would come to genuinely appreciate another’s company, despite how much he wanted it. He was lost in these thoughts, allowing himself to at least be a little self aware, whilst laying on the open grass, the breeze nice and cool. There needn’t have been much said between them. It was a silence that Kaeya welcomed with open arms, something both warm and gentle. A lot like Aweri himself, Kaeya thought.

But then the Miqo’te placed something in his hair whilst his eyes were closed, and Kaeya opened them, a hand slowly reaching to the top of his head. There was something velvety-soft there. Kaeya smoothed a finger gingerly over its surface before his smile slowly grew wider. A flower. Of course.

           “Oh? Feeling extra affectionate today, are we?”

How very much like Aweri. And how it made his chest sting, just a bit. No, not much had been said between them. Nothing much at all. And this time, Kaeya didn’t like it. But who was he to say anything? That was a thorn he refused to pluck from his side. There were many words lodged at the back of his throat, almost enough to suffocate him completely. But Kaeya only smiled with a bit more warmth than usual. He reached to pluck a flower from beside his thigh, slotting its stick slowly into Aweri’s hair in return, just behind his ear. “There now, we match. I did think you always suited flowers. Very dashing.” Yet, despite how lighthearted he remained, there was a hidden wanting. But what Aweri didn’t know couldn’t hurt this peace that the two of them had created.

[kiwidraft]

their battles have grown strenuous with time . aweri is strong , but as he knows quite well , one person can only take so much . this exercise must cease ‘fore they find themselves at exhaustion’s doorstep . the sounds of a lance striking foes would fall as silent as their fallen enemies & he would cross his arms firmly ‘gainst his chest .

        ❛   we shan’t falter here . we’ve a ways to go ‘til dawn . let us make camp .   ❜

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@songbite​​​         ♥‘d

[kiwidraft]

the air is warm , temperatures rising with the shifting seasons . her steps have grown worn & tired , battle after battle has torn through her flesh & stripped the focus from her vision . she grows faint , collapsing to her knees , her palms now scraped with blood , dirt & rock . she lets loose a hollow , stuttered breath , & when she looks up , some familiar gaze meet her eyes  --  ah , it’s him . of course . he’s always here when she needs him .

wait . something isn’t quite right  .  .  .  she rubs her eyes , shocked & confused , blinking as if he were only a mirage of memories . should he disappear , relief would flood her nerves , but he doesn’t , & its as if her fearful eyes are gazing straight back at her . she speaks quietly , so none but him might hear her  .  .  .  she doesn’t want him to be real . she doesn’t want him to be here . so she treats him as though he’s not .

                                                    ❛   'm fine  .  .  .   ❜

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@songbite​ ​​         / i did this starter w/o permission