#support: pandreo

[aliberation]

martyrdance asked: [ SQUIRM ] - Some may recognize the blanket that’s been laid out in a momentarily-unoccupied corner of one of the dance halls. On it are rows of circles separated by color. Off to the side is a wooden board with an arrow pinned in the center and divided into four quadrants with colors and labels: right hand, right foot, left hand, left foot. Spin the arrow and put the respective appendage on the corresponding color. Just be careful not to step on any of your fellow players in the dark!

Spectating had quickly become participating when someone mistakenly pushed Alear towards the mat despite her protests-- it seemed like in the end, she didn't have a choice but to give in and join the game, even if she felt like her outfit didn't exactly allow for much flexibility in this manner. It's dark, she can barely make out certain faces, and by the time she's gotten herself into an absolutely awful pretzel of a position.. The next quadrant called isn't one she can manage, and she flops to the side to avoid crashing down on top of anyone else. That's already happened once tonight, she's not eager to repeat the experience. Rolling over onto her knees, she wipes the sweat from her forehead before glancing at the person she'd narrowly avoided- "... Pandreo?! Is that you?! W-- When did you get here?!" Hurriedly, she scoots to the edge of the mat on her knees with a bright smile, effortless laughter coming along with it. "No way! Oh, Panette's gonna be so happy... and Prince Fogado...!" "Hurry up and win- do it fast enough and I'll give you one of my lilies. Deal? I have so much to show you!" @martyrdance

[fletching-scar]

i want a church boy that go to church.... and read'er biiiiiiiblllllle

starter for @party-pri3st Eyes down, face half-blushed and all bitter, Shinon skulks around the very margin of the Garreg Mach cathedral. Stiff steps, as though the light that filters through the stained glass burns him.

Still, he soldiers on. He's got a flask white-knuckled in his hand, and he's got something he wants, and together, those things make something like a mission.

Awkwardly, he sidles up to Pandreo. Clears his rasping throat, and scowls, cheeks blooming a visceral red. He scowls some more.

This is horseshit. Where does he get off, scuttling around pink-cheeked like some green-sick girl when he's already... When Pandreo has already kissed the ever-loving hell out of him? Enthusiastically. With vigor.

But--fuck, he can't just stand there thinkin' about it. It's too quiet. Shinon is starting to hear the prayer and the pipe organ, and that will not fucking do.

So he speaks.

"This Day a' Devotion shit is… shit," he mutters. Mills his teeth, and lifts the flask up all unwieldy. Offers it up.

"An' this mead's too fuckin' sweet for me. You… you like that shit, right? Have it."

[hatariwildheart]

🌱 Muse A (volug) found an item Muse B (pandreo) lost and has been searching for.

(I'm thinking about pandreo's scarf but the choice is yours)

Meet Cute (accepting!)

What was this? A discarded scarf on the ground? The wolf's wet nose snuffled into it, tail wagging in the air behind him. He didn't recognize this scent. The garment was still slightly warm, and the scent of its owner fresh. Perhaps it had been dropped by mistake. A dog would do what dogs did best. It was a convenient excuse for Volug to make his way around the monastery grounds, after all, gathering information as he went. After all, it belonged to someone Volug didn't immediately recognize, so that was another morsel of information for him to gather.

What harm was there in a dog being helpful? Plenty of them were trained to retrieve objects. It wouldn't arouse suspicion at all, though he could easily envision people telling others about the dog they saw carrying a scarf. Beorc did love dogs ever so much, after all. Volug wasn't too keen on having rumors about him floating around, but would anyone even be able to piece together just from that story that he was a laguz? Probably not.

It didn't take long for Volug to catch up to his quarry. His lupine legs could carry him much faster than the average person walked. With the cloth gingerly held in the beast's powerful jaws, he approached the man whose scent the scarf matched. Massive as he was, he did his best to appear cute and innocent, wagging excitedly as he trotted up to the man. Hopefully his fluffy frame made him look more gentle than imposing.