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[tenebriism]

Cindy looks to Ignis as if she studying something. Perhaps merely admiring the angles of his handsome visage. But then, with little warning, she removes his glasses and promptly places a kiss upon the bridge of his nose.

❝ You were missin' a lil somethin', but I fixed it! ❞ A quick nod and she returns the glasses to the Advisor's face, intending to go back about her day. Business as usual.

" I--- oh! "

Goodness, but if she doesn't possess a power that is both rare and intense. The gesture is swift, SHORT, but 'tis enough to throw the normally straight lined, obsessively focused Advisor right off COURSE, until words can scarcely be WEAVED into a coherent statement. " Ah, but now I... miss you... "

And how is he to remedy this heavy YEARNING spell she has placed 'pon him, if not by chasing after her? Work, abandoned, pens and a myriad of other utensils both necessary and not left at his desk in pursuit of aught far more interesting. " Darling---? Do come back. "

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[strictomiles]

@topmechaniic sent: Please, don't mind me. I'll just watch.

An eyebrow pops as he turns his head to observe his onlooker, one arm taut in the midst of a one armed pull up. "If you're sure that's fun for you." He slowly brings his body over the pole to finish his rep, holding it there for a good minute before lowering.

"If you wanna help. I could always lift you for a while."

[sepheroth]

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"It's..." Just as assuredly as there was much needed space left between his words, as well as there was hesitance he thought of a way to express that while he had the rights to brag about it, that wasn't really his intention at the moment. "...Nothing special..." but this is where his subconsciousness played away into view and his shoulders tensed and he hated himself for it. Nearly, his neck would have sunk between his shoulders. Had Cindy not expressed her interest in one of his hidden talents for playing the piano. He hadn't exactly offered that knowledge freely or even too often for all that matter. Why would anyone pay mind to a corporate dog's supposed talents, other than following instructional orders? He doubted anyone would have taken him seriously back then. But this was another way in which conjured up one of the few memories that every now and then had it's own way of sneaking up on him. SOLDIER had their unforgiving habit, of when he was an one of their allies, of wanting to show off what their best marketing tool could do. Sephiroth loathed of thinking of it this way, but there really wasn't any a better way to sugarcoat. There was no two ways about it, either. There was no way to make it hurt less. The alert reached back to his brain that Cindy was waiting. He could not, for the life of him say no, nor turn down that smile. This is ridiculous. Why am I suddenly thinking of all of this now...? Rang the thought that got him to tap back into what was known as reality. It served and aided for him for the better.

Now, as his shoulders unwinded themselves, he'd roll his head a little and thought of what he wanted to play for her. It had to be something that he knew by heart, something that he knew by melody alone. That in store and of mind, Sephiroth positioned his fingers as this was a mistake-proof way for him to not place much importance and thought into it. He'd have to at least try. But somewhere dangling toward the back of his head told him that it wasn't going to be no such way simple. So for now, he ignored what his head was holding conversations with him about. For at least the first few minutes at hand he had been doing fine playing swimmingly well. And he was surprised that pressure had not washed over him like a daunting tide, perhaps like akin to a mountain of anxiety. And his fingers started to relax more and more as his head and memory guided his fingers all the way through and through upon the keys. Moonlight Sonata was one of his personal favorites so he had went with that.

All his efforts started to hurl straight out of the exit way the very moment his head forced him to pay attention to his concerns that he managed to ignore for a graceful period, the time he took his eyes off that practice. The ''oh, no's and what 'if this, that and others should happen' caught up with him. Within his own ears he could tell he missed the brass clefs because he had been repeating that note for the longest, over for the last next few moments. "Tch...Why...now...?" he huffed to himself under lowered tone and said under his breath. Turning to Cindy who was all smiles, seating herself upon the piano while he played. As she'd inched closer and closer to him and assured him that he was doing find and that he didn't need to worry, he tried as he would and as best to, his shoulders stiffened again. As did his spine when his brain was arguing with him again. He would be the only one who had known that's what it was doing. Thank Shiva for that. "I'm...Forgive me...I didn't think..." his words were about as jumbled over each other and sooner within that, they become a pile of a silly mess as he tried to come up with an explanation for his flaws in front of her. Again, he had realized that perfectionism was another flaw that he had built up. No thanks, to Shinra who wanted nothing more and expected nothing but desirable results. For the time he was able to achieve that without fail until... he set Nibelheim ablaze. That thinking helped reduce the sting of his mistakes just now. It helped him be able to cope with embarrassing himself. He wouldn't be telling her that, though. Or was it, how she'd moved share seating with him the very moment while he preoccupied himself with his damnedable anxieties, she'd stop his nonsense and nipped it in a bud. She'd used this as a excuse to kiss him over at his ear, in which her lips brushed along the shell of it? Everything start to melt away. She had succeeded in halting at the foot of one of his worst tendency of habits. He'd perk at what was said to him in secrecy. He wouldn't be parroting what she said to him to that changed his entire mood. Why would he? He has much more respect and class than that.

[battleshot]

hi, i’m andrea & i like to share soft thoughts of ships with my roleplay partners and make their heart go 🥺🧡 and then i say. okay. i sleep now. ☺️😇

[dragcnlxrd]

He couldn’t remember when he’d last seen the sunrise. Eos was plunged in endless darkness. Daemons ran rampant and Fenestala was no longer safe. Even if it had been safe he wouldn’t have stayed. There had been no reason anymore.

He’d departed from Fenestala to Zegnautus Keep in hopes... Now his journey had lead him back across the sea to Lucis. He would offer his skills and services now to the people of Lucis, to aide where he could if he could. The cactuar at his side his only companion, the silly way it seemed to move about, one ‘arm’ having been damaged now covered with a familiar magitek armor.

At his side hung Alba Leonis, a reminder and perhaps the last remaining remnant of his heart. He’d arrived in Cape Caem and from there made his trek to Lestallum. There had been word that Lestallum had become the new hub for humanity to survive as they waited for this One True King.

The night was dark and full of dangers and even Lysander had been shocked he’d survived so long alone. It was somewhat of a blessing of the astrals that he’d run into hunters, some former glaives, familiar faces from when he’d last been in Lucis. He’d been told to head to Lestallum where he’d find somewhere to set up.

The motor bike he’d found and managed to keep running was on it’s last leg and when he’d pulled into Lestallum it was all but on it’s death bed. Having been directed to where he could get repairs he walked the bike to the makeshift garage.

“Hello?”

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[ravusnightblossom]

Is she wearing ( practically engulfed by ) one of Ravus' sweaters? Most likely. But, that can't be all she has on, right? Only a tiptoed reach for a couple of mugs that ... yes, that sweater just might be the only thing Cindy has on. Yet she would still maintain her innocence in the bright smile that greets him from the kitchen. " Hey, I was just gonna make some hot cocoa. Ya want some? "

Unprompted ask || always accepting || @topmechaniic 

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟       He had been wondering where that sweater had ended up, truthfully. Not that he minded Cindy absconding with it. In fact, as he watched her from the doorway, he was guilty of entertaining the notion that he might encourage it. 

“Mhm,” he mused as he stepped closer, though he wasn’t even entirely certain what he was agreeing to. Chocolate had never been high on his list of preferences, but that was the last thing on his mind in that moment. 

Rather than allow her the opportunity to make said cocoa, Ravus placed a hand on her front, slowly and gently pressing her back against the edge of the counter while he leaned in for a kiss. “That sweater suits you,” he whispered against her lips. “But I do believe you’ve stolen it. I suggest you remove it, immediately...” The almost mischievous expression on his face would diminish any notion that he was at all upset by her wearing it.    

[cultivatxr]

Don’t mind me as I currently sit and scream-giggle @topmechaniic​ because that ask is a thing of a beauty and I am in awe. 

[onuscientia]

" Professor, " Her voice is quiet in her approach but her expression is stern. " Could have sworn as your assistant you'd leave me some paperwork. " Arms cross but there's playful lift to tone as she casually sits upon his desk, pencil skirt edging up her legs in dangerous fashion. " I believe you can afford yourself an hour, " a pause as she removes the clip from her hair, letting blonde waves cascade over her shoulder. " or two for a well needed break. "

UNPROMPTED ASK - [ ALWAYS ACCEPTING ] ;;

Perhaps, frighteningly, he's been so immersed in his work that his assistant's CALCULATED approach bypasses him entirely. No shortage of tasks to complete, no wiggle room for breaks or leisure, mayhap he SHOULD have put his very efficient help to use, but he's too GENEROUS for his own good and would much prefer that she take time for herself.

Thus, he STARTLES, upon the gentle utterance of his title, nearly loosening the grip upon his ballpoint pen in a, perhaps, humorous display of ill prep. " Ms. Aurum, you're still--- " Ah, yet breath is stolen from him as she makes home upon his desk, eyes daring dip to the stretch of fabric upon her legs that seemed to be TAUNTING him merely for chancing a brief glance.

Ahem . . .

" These exams will not grades themselves, " comes a notably meek response, completely betraying that famously unmatched work ethic of his that seemed poorly equipped to match what he KNEW she was offering.

Her hair would look divine, splayed atop the desk like blinding rays of sunshine that he could, and would, HAPPILY suffocate himself within. Were she to consume him whole, he would opt to remain JUST LIKE THAT for the rest of his years. He will not win the battle, nor the war.

His free hand rises to settle atop her thigh, appreciating the soft texture of her skirt and the way it felt beneath his fingers as he smoothed his palm upwards. " You'll help me, then? " With what, he offers no hint, but she's a smart woman. " You always thieve from me more than the quoted time... or, mayhap I get too distracted. Too invested... " He manipulates the fabric to his will and slips it up, just enough to allow lips to press against her leg, forest eyes ascending to gaze upon her, " Thusly, we will need to make up for lost time thereafter. Deal? "

Like he TRULY cares -- he's never missed a deadline and she always helps -- but there's a certain level of FUN to be had in acknowledging just how RISKY and BOLD this is. He would choose her EVERYTIME, like a sweet, tantalizing addiction he can't shake--- just what was she DOING to him?