#wutaiiwarrior

[pichipie]

@wutaiiwarrior​​

❝ well, that’s a relief. i was almost certain we were lost.❞ she paused in both speech and movement to inspect their surroundings; perhaps it was all in her imagination, but something still felt off.  

❝um, actually, are you sure we haven’t been here before? that tree looks awfully familiar. ❞

[perscnification-a]

@wutaiiwarrior​ sent an starter for cloud "don't give me that look, it coulda been worse." 

         His hand gripped the hilt of his blade as the last creature dissipated before him, returning to the lightstream from winced it came, leaving a foul taste in his mouth. His gaze darted her direction, distaste written in the scowl he gave her. She was careless, the battle could have been avoided if they had proceeded with caution if they had taken the route he had first suggested to the woman. It seemed his history in such battles were overlooked by the ninja as she plumb into the middle of the creatures.           ❝ It could have been avoided. ❞

[demonslayvr]

Can you buy us time?

meme | accepting / the witcher episodes 7&8

                >> 🔥 <<                 ❝          HOW MUCH TIME    are we talkin’   ??   ‘cuz i could do this all day but ‘m sure y’don’t    NEED   t’take that long   . .        ❞                  

[crsslsh]

@wutaiiwarrior​     asked  —      Bandage / guide. — u decide. uwu

“     i     can     do     this     mys     ——-     !!!     ”          it’s  too  late     :     their  arm  is  already  tucked  around  her’s     ,     insistent  pull  towards  a  safer  place  for  them  to  sit  comfortably     .     always  pushy  to  be  the  tough  one     ,     are  we     ,     cloud     ?     regardless     ,     a  huff  of  breath  through  their  nose  as  yuffie  began  cleaning  a  wound  from  a  previous  scrap  they  found  themselves  in     .     it  comes  with  the  job     ,     they’d  brush  off  with  all  the  other  scars  that  riddled  their  flesh     .     blue  eyes  stared  into  the  distance     ,     impatience  tugging  unknown  under  their  stoic  skin     :     never  let  that  surface     .     a  sigh  escaped  when  bandage  smoothed  over  their  arm     .     annoyance  radiated  from  such  a  simple  breath     .     a  royal  asshole     ,     wasn’t  it     ?     her  sweet  nickname  for  them     ?     like  always     !

“     you     done     yet     ?          .     .     .     thanks     .     ”          don’t  let  them  fool  you     :     they’re  grateful     ,     despite  a  small  bite  to  their  tone     ,     in  their  own     ,     silent  way     .     namely     ,     they  haven’t  gotten  up  to  leave  immediately  after  asking     .

[bewitchedluck]

“YOU’RE the princess.” 100% grumpy jinx tone at @wutaiiwarrior

[bewitchedluck]

[ text starter ][ @wutaiiwarrior ]

[ text → Yuffie ] I may have a problem. [ text → Yuffie ] You know those uh glowing things [ text → Yuffie ] Materia [ text → Yuffie ] This cat accidentally swallowed one of them [ text → Yuffie ] Should I be worried.

[breathofcosmos]

i'm that annoying type. / @Fen !!

"Are you now?" There's something distinctly wrong with the way the woman answers, that smile curling her expression in a crooked manner. Agitation over the past month has been rather high, though the self appointed 'annoying' individual has little to actually fear from the war built woman.

Unless a threatening game of tag or avoiding getting smothered was something to be afraid of. Maybe it was. Just maybe- as shoulders hike up a few inches, the frame turning to face the other woman.

"Perhaps you are, perhaps I like it that way. There's very few I would rather have "annoy" me. Shall I return the favor? You have three seconds." A generous amount of time in her opinion.

[breathofcosmos]

what if we're wrong ? what if we've always been wrong ? , @fen

"...Then we are wrong." If only it was as simple as that. Tension lines the woman's shoulders, a gloved hand combing up to comb through her hair in a brief tick of anxiety. The leather assists in not letting her nails dig across her scalp, subduing a long built habit before golden green hues flick to the other in consideration. There's a temptation to tug them in, provide comfort, but a lack of social comfort drives for a low exhale of breath, deciding to just shift closer and look upward again.

"I cannot speak for what others or you ought to do, but I suppose I would take the measure to admit my wrongs, and work to heal. Perhaps we are not wrong though. Overthinking would keep us in place until we don't know either answer."