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@vaenaera​ » 🍾 (to Nine) / Am i taking my chances here to watch the world burn? Yes, yes i am. | kiss symbols | still accepting

🍾 – a spin-the-bottle kiss

spin the bottle was such a stupid game, but class 0 wanted to play it and invited the pipsqueak who was new to the academy. nine had kept his eyes on him since then. he looked way too innocent to head into war, was way too small to even properly hold a spear and he was seriously... seriously getting on his nerves with how the girls flocked around him, stroking his soft silver hair, call him all these cute names, taking him everywhere and it was almost like he was truly part of class 0. it was weird and nine didn’t like it. but he had to be a good brother and join this game, which was fairly innocent and slightly boring until cinque came up with this great idea of nine kissing the person the bottle pointed at. they were all still laughing, because nine wasn’t one to show affection and kissing someone on the lips was something he had never even thought of.

to his huge dismay the bottle suddenly pointed at hope. nine looked at cinque who was laughing her way too small ass off and he swallowed hard, keeping his anger inside. he was not a loser though and he wouldn’t bow to any challenge. thus he more than hesitantly crawled over to hope. the boy was spotting a soft shade of red on his cheeks, so soft nine could only catch sight of it when their faces were only a few centimeters apart. a hand reached up to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the way too smooth, baby like skin as nine pushed his face up. he should at least look at him before they were going to kiss and show some respect. how much he hated this beautiful face. how cutely those eyes were staring into his own and how those lips were slightly trembling. well, he brought this upon himself.

without further warning nine leaned down, pressing his lips more than just gently against hope’s. he didn’t want to break the porcelain after all, but those lips were just so much more sweeter, so much softer than he had imagined and he didn’t back away even after a few seconds had passed. a part of him wanted to consume the boy, but he had that much self-control to hold himself back, only whispering a few words against hope’s lips. “ you’re not at all cute, boy. “

[sentofighta]

vaenaera replied to your post: // because wars enabled me. kurasame appears...

Kurasame girls, asSEMBLE

//u mean . .ASSemeble?

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@vaenaera​ | continuation from here

When Aerith had first met Hope, without exactly knowing why, she had decided she wanted to HELP him with everything she could. Maybe she had felt the true kindness of him, or maybe that was also because she had heard his mother’s voice before, but she had IMPATIENTLY waited for news of him, for a concrete mission, and when he had asked her to come with him in Yaschas Massif, to Paddra’s Ruins. She had never visited this place before; actually, she hadn’t seen much of the world because she too often had to hide from people who wanted to use her, to experiment on her.

She had a huge smile on her lips when she saw Hope. “I’ve never been there before. Thank you so much for bringing me with you, Hope. I can’t wait to see the ruins, but first things first, mmh ?” She had a PLAYFUL smile on her features as usual, but she was truly glad. For once, she finally felt useful. 

[pxlsian]

“SHE WAS LOOKING KIND OF DUMB WITH HER FINGER AND HER THUMB-“

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@healcresth​​ » ❄ / to Nine ✨ | send a symbol for | still accepting

❄ Our muses huddle together to stay warm.

it was truly getting colder these days nine noticed as he was staying in his room, sorting through the books hope had given him. it was weird of nine to actively read books, but hope's taste was quite alright, so nine didn't mind giving them a try. when he was done, the blond turned around to find hope on his bed, surrounded by his pillows and his thickest blanket. the tall boy tilted his head in confusion, looking outside of the window where a few snowflakes were falling. well, he couldn't blame hope for feeling cold these days. instead of saying anything, he joined the younger male on the bed, slipping under the blanket as well before gently hauling the silver haired boy into his arms. " still cold? " he asked after a few minutes, eventually even easily pulling hope onto his lap. he made sure to put the blanket around the younger male's shoulders before sighing softly. " soon it'll be spring again, yo. you'll see. "

[oursongofhealing]

vaenaera replied to your post: I’m so upset that I missed Deuce’s birthday...

WHAT? IS BAE’S BIRTHDAY? -SMASH A TABLE-

HER BDAY WAS ON THE 8TH SOBS

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@vaenaera || starter call

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  NO LONGER THE SAVIOR -- no longer burdened by the self-inflicted DISCONNECT between herself ( the woman she’d forced herself to become in the wake of tragedy ) and the childhood she’d locked safely away, Lightning had entered the New World with a feeling that seemed wholly foreign to her: joy. There had been brief flickers of it in her life, only for the embers to be quickly extinguished by the events unfolding around her, or by her own stubborn need to appear aloof and detached.

  Before her, after all of her searching, stood a familiar face -- silvery locks, vibrant eyes and the ever affirming expression that had found a place in her crystal dreams. ❛  HOPE.  ❜  There was an uncharacteristic softness in her tone, the beginnings of a SMILE turning the corners of her lips upward. Gone was the boy who’d been in Bhunivelze’s thrall, replaced instead by the man she’d never truly gotten to know, save for the glimpses she’d been privy to in Valhalla.

  A hand lifted, found the curve of his cheek -- initiating touch, as though to confirm that he was, indeed, real.  ❛  IT’S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU.  ❜

[yunhuntress]

“You make it look so easy.”

They had all been running for quite sometime to keep one step ahead of the game they were all pawns in.The fire gleamed against her tanned skin as the others were off doing their own thing before no doubt returning to the fires to sleep. Fang had a gut feeling she would remain the silent sentinel as everyone else caught up on some sleep. They did not know the lay out of the lands as she did even if centuries had changed them to some degree.

Nudging wood into the fire with a foot, she eventually looked across the element to match his eyes. His statement sounded funny to her and she wondered what his angle was. There were many things it could be attributed to. How easily she seemed to rebound from danger, how easy she made looking like death was the end, or from continuing to fight despite the odds against her.

“I have learned to roll with a few punches over the years I have been granted. Nonetheless, I think I just make it seem easy because I am used to putting up a wall with my emotions.” Shaking her head, she moved a hand to run through her hair. While it was just Hope and herself, she felt comfortable to open up to show him little secrets of herself others weren’t so noted to see.

“I have had to fight for myself for so long you get sort of trained to do it on autopilot. I put others far before myself and it can destroy a person. It has damaged me but I don’t regret my actions to this point. Being thrown through tragedies, you learn to find your footing anywhere you can. It gets a little easier as you learn which way you have to navigate for you.” Perhaps he wouldn’t expect such words from her but the Gran Pulsian was always honest.

“Never forget though that you are not alone through these trials. You have me at your side and if you ever need something from me, never be afraid to ask. I’ll help however I can for you, Hope.”