of song.

[warballad-blog]

Does the legendary Class Zero play FF XIV?

ooc: Unfortunately, Deuce has to balance studying and fighting a war - so that doesn't leave much room for free time and mmorpgs! on the other hand, the writer does play ff:xiv!

[scytheofhatred-blog]

“Worried about me?” Sice was greatful Deuce had shown up as she was shivering.“

[warballad-blog]

“Of course, I couldn't leave you out here on your own.” She replies with a warm smile, and equally kind intentions.

[warballad-blog]

In this sudden deluge, she tilts her umbrella towards them. “You’ll get a cold standing out here, you know.” 

[warballad-blog]

ooc: sorry, just a bit of a heads up! I'm out of town till Saturday so I'm not able to get to replies and stuff at the moment - but I will when I'm back!

[warballad-blog]

ooc: you know, instead of people feeling insecure by “duplicates”, you know what should happen? Past/future AU threads. Stay with me for a moment, okay? Just like.. for example future deuce, or a deuce from the previous spiral telling present of what’s to come, or issuing a warning, or even reminiscing on the memories they've shared or happy/sad memories that are yet to come! Even potential for things like ghost of the pasts, or perhaps your muse went down a different path that theirs didn’t! THERE’S SO MANY POSSIBILITIES, both happy and sad. Also mutual love of the same character is v important okay, just !!

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaning

Begonia — “We are being watched.” Blue Flax — “You are very kind.” Blue Hyacinth — “I will give my life to your service.” Bronze Chrysanthemum — “Though I value your friendship, I cannot love you.” Daffodil — “I do not return your affections.” Deadly Nightshade — “I believe you to be false.” Foxglove — “You are not really in love.” French Marigold — “You are unreasonably jealous.” Hawthorn — “Despite your answer, I shall strive to win your love.” Iris — “Your friendship means so much to me” Lavender — “I like you very much, but this, I am sure, is not love.” Mistleoe — “Kiss me” Myrtle — “Be my sweetheart.” Ox-eye Daisy — “I might learn to love you.” Pink Carnation — “I’ll never forget you.” Purple Hyacinth — “I am sorry, please forgive me.” Red Rose — “I love you” Scarlet Geranium — “I do not trust you.” Spider Flower — “Elope with me.” Sweet Pea — “Thank you for a lovely time.” Tea Rose — “I’ll remember, always.” Viscaria — “Will you dance with me?” White Camellia — "You’re adorable.” White Rose — "I love you not.” Yellow Rose — "I love another.”

[rcgalis-blog]

❛ my father INSISTED i learned an instrument to   entertain visitors – I tried the violin it sounded   terrible, infact my eldest brother teased that it sounded   like a wounded chocobo, so I never picked it up again!    ❜ those were SIMPLER times, when things were so  happy. A brief laugh rang from the small frame,  recalling how HORRID her tunes really were,  nothing like the grace emitted from the other. 

[warballad-blog]

     A gentle laugh, since she too knows the experience of which the other speaks about. “I have to admit, when I first started playing I was nowhere near perfect. Quite honestly, I'm not sure how the others put up with me, creating the noise that I did.” Deuce admits, rather bashfully at that; the minor blush is evident of her internal thought. “As with everything, it takes practice and time..” She finds herself, somewhat proud of the progress she has made, looking back on the memory with wistful eyes.. “We stumble before we walk, no?” 

[tireurae-deactivated20190410]

  His body was wounded, much like the corpses that rested among the desolate   cobblestones, yet he managed to force his eyelids open to look upon the bard.   Her voice, to him, was always one of reassurance and tranquillity, so the shout   only conveyed to him the severity of the situation, to which he responded with   an attempt to raise himself, despite the many gashes and inflammations that   laid waste to his figure.    “—SORRY I LEFT you alone for a while, Deuce.” Ｔ✗ █║│➴

[warballad-blog]

     “That doesn't matter right now.” Her concern rises like a storm and urges like the sea. Worry threatens to spike the highest points of her voice, yet her façade remains steadfast. A bright, cerulean light emits from the palm of her hand and falls against his body, then edging her free arm under the weight of his body, she lends him an extension of her own strength. ( It’s all she can do for him right now. ) “Did you not realise the repercussions of your actions? That was careless, Trey.” Though she only chides out of concern, dust catches in her throat and it takes all that she is to suppress the cough that rises, and through blurred and faded vision she seeks the path forward, the one that would bring them home. Waning determination clouds her face, with each step taken. “..It’s not much longer, so hold on.. okay?”

[prcmisingarchived-deactivated20]

         {❀} ┈ Euphorically, mixed with the utmost giddiness, her breath was exhaled in a D R E A M Y manner; bits of wistful nostalgia became apparent in the mere sound of its melody. Long ago, she used to wish with everything she had that her eyes could soon, one day, set itself on the presence of a shooting star. On a marvelous night such as now, it had finally been granted. A sheepish shake of her head, and cue a petite smile. ❝ No, I didn’t either — it was just so sudden! ❞

          Then, a quick glance to the skies above, D U L L I N G as the trail of stardust disappeared. ❝ But if I had the chance to make a wish, it’d be to spend my days with my friends — old ones and new ones! Like you! ❞

[warballad-blog]

     There’s something about the girl’s request that strikes an honest chord in the musicians heart. Similarly, if there was but one wish that was accessible to Deuce, one that could be forged with not just words, but with her own hands - that it would be to continue living and moving forward with her friends too. There’s a flash of something much like surprise in her her face, a surprise that quickly dissipates and morphs - and she looks at the girl wholly with gratitude. “Yes, I agree!” She replies in elated tones, with hands that clasped together and a gaze that rises skyward in hope. “..If only things could remain this peaceful, always.” Following as an afterthought and extending in a far-off tone.

[warballad-blog]

      It is a scene painted with the cruellest of intentions yet lay innocent in its origins. Fate, though graceful, can be unfortunate and misgiving in it’s intentions. They, the two of them had been too late. Approaching the other from behind, her voice sings out in a soft, sad way at the backdrop of destruction.  “Please don’t blame yourself for what happened. It’s not your fault.” Monsters, in their vast number had desecrated a small settlement, to the tragic realisation - no mercy had been given. - @ibisangelus

[zer0class-deactivated20161015]

@warballad

The younger Kunagiri stares at the flutist for a long while, taken by contemplation. That is, until he spoke with the most frank tone he can utilize.

      “So…why the flute?” 

[warballad-blog]

    “Mother once told me, that music has a way of transcending words. It might sound a bit silly, but I wanted to apply that to the way I fought. Also, a flute is more practical than bringing a larger instrument, in the end I suppose it does come down to preference but I do enjoy the tone of the flute, I always have done.” She answers with a mildly modest smile and delicate digits wrapped tightly around the apparatus in question.

[thesxmmersword]

I am the worst sucker for reincarnated loves like I am the WORST TRASH FOR THAT SHIT

That thing where they first meet again and that expression of confusion bc ‘I know them’

and then they struggle with getting closer for no damn reason but just?? t h e m

And tHEN THEY GET FLASHBACKS OF THE HORRIBLE THINGS THAT TORE THEM APART IN A PREVIOUS LIFE

Or one of them does and they have to stare into that other person’s face every morning knowing they’ll never understand how much they love them

pUNCH ME IN THE FACE AND GIVE ME REINCARNATED SHIP AU’S!!

[warballad-blog]

ooc: guidelines page finally done. ;v;

[warballad-blog]

   Behind them is a canvas painted of war and bloodshed, familiar by all means -- she’s seen this before; many, many times, yet that does not distract her from the duty she chooses over and over again to undertake. And though her composure wanes from a mixture of fatigue and her own wounds that weep, with hands that tremble she urges her fallen sibling to rise with a bark-like shout that scrabbles against the dryness of her throat. “--Trey, wake up. We need to get out of here!” @tireurae​

[rcgalis-blog]

( && – SONGSTRESS. ) 

＇how long have you known how to PLAY?     it was a very LOVELY melody.  ＇

[warballad-blog]

   Humble tones root her voice. “Thank you -- To be honest, I've been playing since as long as I can remember. What about yourself? Do you happen to play any instruments?”

[warballad-blog]

ooc: it’s been an extremely hectic day at work and I can barely keep my eyes open, so it’s an early night for me! Additionally, just throwing another starter call out here. c: give us a like and I’ll get to it tomorrow morning!

[prcmisingarchived-deactivated20]

@warballad liked for a starter!

          {❀} ┈ Her eyes lit up as brightly as the same star that flew across the skies; she could still make out the faint gleaming streak of light dusting against the P A L E T T E of onyx above them. Fascination, awe, glazed on her cobalt hues whilst her lips parted with the same feeling — her hands were C L U T C H E D at her chest, and it was only now that she just realized that her breath was H I T C H E D.

                ❝ Did you see that?! That was a shooting star! Did you wish for anything? ❞ 

[warballad-blog]

    Enthusiasm reminiscent of a small child overcame her features at the sight of the stellar orb racing against the sky. Her own hands join, clasping at the seams and there’s something of a twinkle reflecting within eyes. “Aaah. How pretty.” She sighs out in a happy, dreamy sort of way. Truthfully, she was captivated - so much so, she forgets to make a wish of her own. Bashfully, a head shakes and apologetic tones edge in the spaces between her eyebrows. “Unfortunately I didn’t.. I have to admit, I got a little too carried away watching it.” Giggling softly at her own misgivings, she returns the question to the other. “Did you?”