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[valebatcattusmoved]

@voidbind || liked for one gremlin

“Have you ever tried to use that scythe to cut bread? Asking for a friend.” She squinted, leaning closer for a better look. “It looks like it’d cut a lot of bread at once.”

[conterminouss]

@voidbind liked for a starter!

The Warrior of Light would undoubtedly have bigger and more important things to worry about than a Brume thief but nevertheless, Soren kept his sticky fingers to himself. Tangling with the likes of her would not end well for him.

And yet he found his gaze tracking her through the Jeweled Crozier, distracting him from his intended target (which was pinching breakfast). Probably not a good idea to try any sleight of hand though anyway because no doubt she’d be more observant than the average Ishgardian patrolman.

So he hovered nearby Elaisse and her burner, seeking to absorb at least a little of the warmth from it, watching the Warrior.

[thosewecanyetsave]

@voidbind​ asked: ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. / @ g'raha !

He hadn’t expected anyone to join him out on the balcony, not this late at night. There was much to be done with packing and clearing out the Rising Stone, and with all the late nights and early mornings they had suffered under during their time trying to stop the end of days. Now they had some moments to rest. Moments that G’raha himself wasn’t taking advantage of for himself, but surely others would have to be wiser? 

Not to mention the chill in Mor Dhona. It had a different bite to it than what they had experienced in Garlemald. It wasn’t quite as deep, but the lack of snow made everything look like it should be deceptively warm. At least moderately so, like early spring or late fall, instead of a cold that could rival mid-winter.

Nights were still a marvel to him. Strange, really, since there have never been a time in his life - on the source - where their arrival had been truly welcomed. Never cursed, but never a sight of celebration. 

Old habits and thoughts died hard, though. He had lived thrice over in a world that was never touched by darkness, in a place he could never return to.

When Kehda sat down beside him G’raha couldn’t help but blink as he glanced over at the other miqo’te. “... Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” One that could just as easily be asked about him instead.

[eredeha-a]

@voidbind​ ➜ smashed that ♥ button for a starter.

          There isn’t a single second gone to waste when the freckled female swings an arm around the other, expression reads smug when she holds up the sack full of gil she’d recently swiped from some poor, unsuspecting fool.  “  It’s called profit when they fall for it, tis no fault of mine if they succumb to my wicked ways.  “  the shaking of the bag results in the coins clanking together creating the sweetest music to her ears.  

“  I dare say that tonight we feast and the meal is on me.  “  Kaia tucks the funds away for safekeeping, releasing her hold she had of the other while her proud expression remains unchanged. Taking a few steps ahead, turning upon her heels to better look the other down. 

[karnakian]

@voidbind​​  asked  :   " that dragon -- loved, ain't she ? " it was difficult to miss. everyone had something to say about ventuswill ; all kind and warm in their admiration for the native dragon. part of it brought the archmage to even feel something of envy, even if she may not say as much. " she seems content. "

‘  who,  lady  ventuswill  ?  ’  as  if  he  even  needs  to  ask.  as  if  there  is  another  well  -  loved  dragon  in  selphia,  or  as  if  he  could  ever  mistake  the  longing  glance  his  companion  directs  toward  the  castle  where  the  goddess  now  permanently  dwells.  following  her  gaze,  he  can  almost  imagine  the  deity  now,  laughing  and  bantering  with  those  foolish  enough  to  get  close.  funny,  how  despite  centuries  of  change,  the  rise  and  fall  of  kingdoms  and  empires,  the  loss  of  culture  and  the  burgeoning  of  others,  the  dragon’s  heart,  at  its  core,  has  remained  mainly  unchanged.  the  thought  brings  a  smile  to  his  lips.

it  has  already  been  weeks  since  ventuswill’s  return  from  the  forest  of  beginnings,  and  the  town  has  already  started  to  return  to  some  semblance  of  normalcy,  as  if  the  year  that  had  passed  in  the  goddess’s  absence  had  simply  never  happened  at  all.  gone  are  the  days  where  the  kind  -  hearted  townsfolk  of  selphia  would  sit  in  mourning,  looking  up  at  the  empty  castle  and  waiting  for  its  master’s  return  ;  gone  are  the  days  where  he  would  hide  his  anguish  until  he  was  finally  alone  in  his  inn  room,  finally  allowing  his  composure  to  break  under  the  weight  of  his  grief  and  regret  that  despite  everything,  despite  everything  he  had  given  and  given  up,  his  sacrifice  still  wasn’t  enough.  

she  is  back  where  she  has  always  belonged,  at  home  with  the  gentle  caressing  of  the  selphian  breeze  --  all  due  to  the  earthmate  who  had  saved  him,  the  guardians,  and  the  runes  of  this  land  alike  (  and  who,  if  he  recalled  correctly,  had  immediately  disappeared  for  the  following  36  hours  after  appropriately  catching  up  with  venti  --  taking  a  very  well  -  deserved  snooze,  he  imagined  ).  at  the  time  he  had  managed  a  perfectly  adequate  thank  -  you,  if  not  one  that  fully  captured  the  extent  of  his  gratitude  --  how  could  it  ?  how  could  he  ever  fully  communicate  the  depths  of  his  relief,  his  joy,  that  after  all  these  years,  his  dreams  and  the  dreams  of  his  loved  ones,  the  dreams  of  so  many  of  those  who  had  come  after,  had  finally  been  realized  ?  that  for  all  of  his  loneliness  and  homesickness  and  guilt  and  longing,  that  all  of  it  had  been  worth  it  to  know  that  his  dearest  friend  was  finally  safe  ?  there  weren’t  enough  words  in  any  language  to  express  that.  even  now,  all  that  he  is  able  to  manage  is  --

‘  --  she’s  okay,  i  suppose.  ’  finally  he  turns  back  to  the  woman  at  his  side,  noting  the  almost  pensive  look  on  her  face.  there’s  something  dark  and  heavy  weighing  on  her  deep  in  the  corners  of  her  mind,  far  past  the  bite  and  bravado  she  puts  forth,  this  he  knows  --  he  doesn’t  know  what  she’s  gone  through  in  her  own  past  and  he  hesitates  to  ask,  but  he’s  seen  that  weary,  far  -  off  look  in  her  eye,  as  if  she  carries  the  weight  of  the  world  upon  her  aching  bones.  it’s  not  his  place  to  ask,  but  if  there  is  any  way  that  he  can  show  her  his  support  --

gently,  he  nudges  her,  prodding  her  in  the  ribcage  with  his  elbow.

‘  don’t  worry.  you’re  still  my  favorite  plaything.  ’  the  words  are  teasing,  of  course,  but  he  still  hopes  that  his  innermost  heartfelt  message  comes  across  :  i’m  here  with  you.  i  won’t  forget  you,  too.

[karnakian]

@voidbind​  asked  :   punishment time . . .

‘  what’s  this  ?  you  wish  to  be  punished  ?  oh  dear,  to  give  yourself  up  so  willingly  -  i  hadn’t  pegged  you  for  the  masochistic  type.  ’  pale  eyes  narrow  in  triumph,  an  amused  huff  escaping  through  his  nose  as  his  tail  flicks  playfully  to  and  fro  --  a  cat  (  fox  ?  )  teasing  its  prey.  ‘  very  well  then,  never  let  it  be  said  that  i’m  the  type  of  man  to  turn  down  a  fair  maiden’s  earnest  request.  now  -  come  closer,  and  accept  your  punishment.  ’

[heartsetting]

♡ / for silco ! unless you'd prefer another muse of yours !

𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ㅤㅤ⤷ @voidbind​

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[chaosleads]

@voidbind​ inquired within:    🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?   / 🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits, interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?   / 🍋  :    what kind of diet does my muse have?  do they eat regularly,  or the standard 2-3 meals a day?  do they have to be reminded to eat,  or are they likely to remind others?  do they cook,  or have others cook for them?  do they eat healthily,  or not so much?  

🍉 :  which of the four seasons suits my muse best, and why? /  

The winter aesthetic has always been my Thing with muses so I tend to gravitate toward it annnnnd to my 'shock', it suits Emet-Selch quite well. For Hades? It was Spring. The Spring that births new life in flowers, birds, and animals. Fresh beginnings and easy-going weather even with the rainfall. Winter is harsh, barren of life, with death that falls with the snow from blisteringly cold and grey skies. It's brutal and unforgiving and can kill you simply by spending too much time in it. But, with Winter, there is also calm. A serenity of silence that can be as comforting as it is eerie. For that reason, I feel like Winter suits him best.

🍋 :  what kind of diet does my muse have? do they eat regularly, or the standard 2-3 meals a day? do they have to be reminded to eat, or are they likely to remind others? do they cook, or have others cook for them? do they eat healthily, or not so much?

When in Solus' body he always has to remind himself to eat. Just the standard for an immortal man. Basically, nothing unless his body is achingly longing for food. I would say maybe twice a day. Small bites of food and lots and LOTS of tea!!