Kireek... Katya...
they're literally ogigugugdhecjsncn,,,,,,

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Kireek... Katya...
they're literally ogigugugdhecjsncn,,,,,,
[ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night . ] mal to otto
He wasn't expecting the buzzer of his apartment to sound so late. Perplexed, Otto slips a bookmark into his book before rising from his seat. He walks towards the door, an eye gazing through the peephole to see who was at his door at this hour. To his shock – he sees a familiar face. He pulls back, fingers quickly unlocking his door as he pulls it open. Otto tilts his head to the side, concern written all over his features. He lets her in without hesitation, a hand gently ushering her inside as he inquires as to her wellbeing. ❛ Mallory? Is everything alright? ❜
there’s music somewhere; anatoliy turns his face towards the sound of brassy howls. he brings himself to a stop upon the path of blue brick but the distance between them only gets as far as his outstretched arm would go. she’d stuck anatoliy with the sharp heat of the midday sun and bled him of any boyish stubbornness the further it got behind the buildings. the sky is turning purple, now, with the makings of a sunset made more memorable by the feeling of her hand in his.
≪ i like that. ≫ he says of the music and steps after her again. he’s asked many questions today. another can’t hurt: ≪ is that where you’re taking me? ≫ starter call / @d1c4af
❛ is there something you, binx, want to tell me, @willowdied? ❜
Pop rock skz .... this is everything I've ever wanted
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meme ( accepting )
he makes her breakfast because she's been sad. smiles that don't do as much heavy lifting as they usually do, she's quieter than normal. he makes a smiley face in the pancakes with chocolate chips that end up smeared and more creepy than endearing by the time she eats them. but she kisses him on the cheek before she leaves for work, waves like she really means it before she locks the door behind her.
"Warden Emmet, those strange purple flames floating around the region-- Have you seen them? I can't help but feel like I've seen them elsewhere before. Something from my missing memories."
emmet gives a thoughtful hum before picking up another daisy and weaving it into the flower crown he's working on. despite of being such a seemingly repetitive thing to do, he's noticed it's oddly calming – and for one reason or another, is able to hold his focus. it's weird. emmet can't seem to remember where he'd learned to make them. someone must have taught him.
“ i think i saw one. yup. i thought it was a pokémon at first. but it never moved. it was aaaaaaall the way on top of a snowy peak in the icelands. verrrrry close to the spot where you found me that one time, ” most of those events right after emmet had found himself in this strange land are still a blur.
he weaves a few more flowers in before jumping up and placing the crown on top of his fellow warden's hat – to accompany the two others he'd already made – and giving him a wide grin. “ i think we should go look for them. together! it has to be something important. ”
@anamnesiis
“How many of them were there? This doesn’t look like one man’s doing.” /@wardennobori
“ oh, ” he quiets, wiping his bleeding lip into the back of his palm – a bit silly to try and avoid his coat from getting messy. that first hit and the resulted nosebleed had already dripped all over the fabric. it would be a pain to clean. “ i don't– i didn't count, ” emmet stares down at his hands. the blood, the bruised knuckles. it takes his mind away from the throbbing headache for a moment or two. well, it could have been worse. “ it's fine! i'll be fine. ”
@wardennobori / injury starters.