#stoirmeil

[moveddd2]

                  ;; @stoirmeil   – | starter call

                  “hello.” she looked at the woman before her; a rarity for the young witch to have any visitors. not when rumors ran around of this place being haunted and no one wanting to deal with the ‘supernatural’. taking a glance at the other, she figured she wanted answers, though answers pertaining to her appearance here would not be answered with confidence.

[ofrhapsodos-blog]

stoirmeil  “I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.”

BRUH

you should pay him really, that advice was golden

[xestheim]

❣ i cant remember if i sent one or not

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[aetlaaa]

stoirmeil:

   ❝Long day?❞

    Slipping through is amusement, a flutter of delight in her chest from meeting an old friend once again, though a pale countenance conceals the positive emotion aside from an upward tug at a corner of rose stained lips. The soldier remains seated beside the flower girl, crown giving a slight cant.

fatigue cuts her in two, and there is a disconnect between body and mind. there is a sluggishness that turns blood to sand and eyes to curtains, too heavy and too thick-lidded to remain open. aerith gainsborough has been traveling. not alone, no — was she alone the last time they met? had she truly been revived when lightning stumbled across her? — but she is alone now. somewhere before, her companion had been lost. or, perhaps, it would be accurate to say some time. one or the other; she’s still hazy on the mechanics of world travel.

but though she is tired and achy and apt to turn grass to pillow, aerith rolls off her back and on to her side. head propped in the curve of her palm, she manages to sneak a peek out her left eye. ❛ i fell into a puddle and woke up to two flowers bickering about the rules of chess. ❜  a pause. ❛ when i tried to ask what happened, they pretended they couldn’t speak. ❜

[chaoslux-blog]

“Don’t touch anything. Control your emotions.”

final fantasy xiii starters╰☆╮ @stoirmeil​ 

“Control my emotions? You mean like you do?”

Of course the savior would speak about control. After all, she supposed to be the very epitome of self restraint and order, playing the role of the hero without every showing so much as a chink in that armour. It would be funny if it wasn’t so incredibly dull. 

“That, would kinda ruin the point though, wouldn’t it?” Lumina’s giggle echoed off the grimy station walls, breaking the silence of Luxerion’s twilight hour. Turning her back to the nagging warrior, she tiptoed lightly across the merchant’s counter, one foot in front of the other as if balancing atop a tightrope. If Lightning wanted waste her time with a pointless lecture then Lumina would gladly take advantage. A lesson in priorities.

“But do you really have time to be worrying about me? I’m just having a little fun after all.” A nudge of her foot and a case of coloured vials was sent crashing to the ground. “Oops.” 

Delighted was the laughter that followed, her steps bringing her to another stack of valuable merchandise. “See, I’m not even hurting anyone. Just some broken things that should be least of your worries right now considering what is going on elsewhere in the city. Oh, but maybe you don’t know?”

[wind-bladed]

@stoirmeil + @wind-bladed ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

wake and quake dear children, it is time for war. you did not ask for this, but the heavens begged it of you.  you will dethrone the gods.

[superbiia]

  i could have handled it he thinks, watching blood splatter the ground, lone figure wiping the blood from her blade with a quick wrist flick. ashes raise to the sky as the grimm disintegrates, or does whatever the fuck they do when they die.

hackles raising, ears taut against his skull, he glowers as the woman turns to give her attention. ‘ for the record, i was doing just fucking fine. who the hell are you? ‘

@stoirmeil​