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[imperialturncoat-blog]

"You don’t need to do that. I’m - I’m fine, really. I don’t want you to go stir crazy in here, you need to be out in the open.

-Stifles a yawn and leans against the wall of the castle- “I just needed to catch some shade. It still gets so hot and stuffy in here. Edgar mentioned he wanted to move the castle out of the desert at some point.”

[treasurehxnter]

                      Trying to change the subject -- and so seamlessly, as well; he had                       to commend her for that. A brow raised just so before he exhaled                       briefly out his nose, absentmindedly mirroring her position albeit                       without the structure behind him to support his weight.

         ❝Probably something he should have done before -- but hey, it             was pretty good protection while they needed it. So-- hey, come             on; let’s get inside. Get you some water or something. Or get me             some water, whichever.❞ A crooked smile cracked upon his lips,             accompanied by another bowed brow; she could refuse help to             herself, but not to a friend.

                       He could strategize, too.

[treasurehxnter]

                       Keep a straight face, keep a calm pace, reign in the beating of your                        heart and don’t let the devil take hold of those tangling strings. Scarlet                        and porcelain -- a painted doll himself, as if to emulate that which he                        loved so much ( and why? why love tools, the inanimate? was it the                        innocence, how unmarred they are by those who would experiment on                        them for their own gain? or the lack of emotions, the lack of thought, of                        constant constant thought swimming through their heads like locusts,                        eating away whatever sanity remained until all that was left was                        l a u g h t e r ? ).

          Keep a straight face, don’t let him see the way your heart tramples           over itself as if to run from this living nightmare.

                       He wasn’t real.                                               He was dead.                                                                     I saw you die. I killed you.

                       He wasn’t real.

[imperialturncoat-blog]

"Oh….I — "

-Long pause, shifts-

"I suppose I’ve been more tired lately."

[treasurehxnter]

                          ❝You’re probably working too much. You need to hire some more                              people to help you out, Celes. Do I have to move here or something                              to make sure you don’t work yourself to the ground?❞

[treasurehxnter]

                           The hunter was familiar with ghosts. Consider them a second skin,                            tendrils of cyanide memory tickling upon his flesh, at the edge of his                            eyes and ears with coaxing whispers -- succumb, succumb. And to                            what? Anything they wished, whatever their purpose: fear, sorrow, lust,                            wrath; everything negative and sinful that he fought against in darkness,                            hid behind an accommodating smile.

           For years, he had lived and breathed one particular ghost, and only            recently had she become a less than debilitating presence.

                           Yet this apparition, this wraith--           --he was a nightmare he was not equipped to deal with.

                           ❝...❞

           Perhaps, as childish and desperate it seemed, he would disappear if left ignored.

[treasurehxnter]

                               There were many nowadays, in this time of steam and metal, that                                would complain about the way the grass felt against their skin -- itchy,                                some would say; raw and dirty, unappealing and causing all sorts of                                upset on the outer flesh of those who had forgotten the joys of open air                                and field. To the rather anticlassical knight of the gilded hunt, he may                                as well have been reclining on a luxurious chaise, the sun beating down                                on his skin the light of a crystal chandelier. This was his extravagance,                                and yet there was a feeling that he could just place amidst the gentle                                fragrance of a russet blossom...

           ❝--It’s still weird, isn’t it? No magic.❞

                              Blinking, he paused a moment before, leaning his head back a portion,                               the grass shifting underneath the movement, directing his gaze to the                               young woman at his side. Orbs of wisteria dimmed in their energy at the                               sight, knowing he could never know full well just how little magic there                               was in their world than she could.

         ❝But it’s gotta be worse for you, huh?❞

[imperialturncoat-blog]

"Hm? Oh, I am yes. Why? I don’t look off, do I?"

[treasurehxnter]

                        ❝You just look...                                                              --paler than usual, I guess.❞

[treasurehxnter]

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[treasurehxnter]

                        ❝Hey...                                                        ...you okay?❞

[treasurehxnter]

                                    ❝You didn't think we were going to let you get away without                                        a party, did ya?❞

           The treasure hunter burst forth from a crowd of rose petals,            arms stretched out to either side to offer proper showcase for            his finished product -- though he could hardly call it solely his            anymore, after all the work everyone had put into it. From the            moment Setzer had left, the party had been at work, decorating,            baking, meticulously placing things until the unmistakable            entrance of the gambler himself.

                                      It was time to party -- and he wouldn't let Celes get out of it this                                       time. She deserved this momentary spotlight no matter how hard                                       she tried to dodge it.

           Stepping toward her, he let his arms fall, hands at his hips,            beaming. ❝Well? What do you think, birthday girl?❞

[treasurehxnter]

"What do you want to do today?"

                 ❝I don’t know, what do you want to do today?❞

[wanderinggambler-blog-blog]

"I don’t know. What do you want to do today?”

[treasurehxnter]

                 ❝I don't know. What do you want to do today?❞

[imperialturncoat-blog]

Despite the fact that she was fully aware her birthday was tomorrow, she was working - yes, working. Sitting in her given room and reading up on a report from a population survey result, the window in her room was flung wide open to let in some fresh air

The reading was, at least, distracting her from her fatigue and sore muscles - but it was also enabling her to ignore those two growing problems.

[treasurehxnter]

                                          ❝You don't seriously think this is how you're going to spend your birthday,                                             do you?❞

               The treasure hunter was perched -- admittedly, rather suddenly -- upon her                windowsill, one leg crooked to rest his foot on the carved stone with the other                hanging freely toward the ground, arm resting at his knee as he gazed with an                arched brow at the former general. To what lengths would she go to deprive                herself of her due celebration? Her happiness?

[royalxshock]

"The day that I don’t have sand in, on, or around any part of my being is the day I hang up this luxurious cape of mine and call it quits on my reign as King!”

[treasurehxnter]

                               ❝Hey, if the castle's up for grabs...❞ His sentence ended only with an elongated                                  shrug before he shifted his stance with a cant of his head. ❝But really -- how've                                  you been? Seems like the work here never ends.❞

[wandereroftime]

"I know…" She pulled her woolen blanket more tightly around her shoulders and scooted closer to the pile of wood, despite it still being unlit. "Being cold just makes me so…unmotivated." 

Drawing her knees up and rested her chin on them, she peered bashfully at Locke. “I don’t know how anyone can stand this.”

[treasurehxnter]

                                  Lips pulled into a grin, something of a laugh falling silent within his chest yet still                                   causing his shoulders to shift with the movement. A brow was lifted as his gaze                                   turned toward her briefly before returning to monitor his task. ❝You get used to it                                   after a while. It just becomes 'would you rather be cold or be warm'? And then                                   you just do it.❞

                A shrug was given, eyes narrowing imperceptibly at the tiny sparks                 that flew, as if the tension in his brow would will them to catch fire.                 ❝It's tougher, but more worth it in the end. Kinda like a lot of things,                 huh?❞ Shifting, he placed his palms upon the ground, leaning forward                 to blow gently on the kindling.

[treasurehxnter]

"I'm about knee-deep in Valentine's chocolate sent from admirers." He gestured vaguely to the whole of his room, where it seemed every available flat surface besides the bed was occupied by a white or red truffle box. "Interested in helping me eat my way out of this predicament? Oh, and read the cards, too. We can't forget that. It should prove /very/ amusing."

                                          ❝Amusing? A little heartless, don't you think?❞ Not quite an accusation,                                              nor form of argument or jibe -- merely an attempt to get the gambler to                                              see his situation from a different side, though not entirely expecting him                                              to, at least outwardly. Locke himself knew plenty about what was shown                                              and what was left within the private confines of one's heart and mind; one                                             might make the joke of him locking his own feelings away at times, and                                              he wouldn't necessarily debate it -- yet such an observation was rarely                                              made due to the expert nature of his deception.

                 That, along with the genuine emotion he cared to show, left just                 enough of a comfortable mystery about him.

                                        ❝Not that I won't accept your offer,❞ he was quick to add with a crooked grin,                                           lobbed over his shoulder as he strode with ease into his friend's chambers.                                           Striding forward, he turned, all his movements with the air of nonchalance,                                           and sank into a plush armchair, taking one said truffle box in hand and                                            inspecting it before opening.

[treasurehxnter]

"What do you want to do today?"

                 ❝I don't know, what do you want to do today?❞

[treasurehxnter]

[worms in in a pile of blankets] [reveals a pot and a bowl from inside blanket cocoon] [leaves bowl of soup, mushrooms held, and worms back out]

                   《 watches with big brother stare and then proceeds                         to devour soup because he forgot to eat again 》

[wandereroftime]

"Nnn…I don’t think I’ll make it through winter…"

[treasurehxnter]

                             ❝You just need to light more fires.❞ Gloves were discarded in                                 favor of more deft movement as he set pieces of wood carefully                                 about each other, pulling out a pack of matches from one pocket.                                 ❝Got to keep 'em burning when it gets like this.❞