If my character was wearing a warning label, what would it say?

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Almost caught up on my tags - only one left as far as I know, and I really wanted to get it done, but unfortunately, my brain seems to have shut down for the night. >.<;

For now I sleep - I’ll try to catch up tomorrow after work >.<

G’night!




Under the sun

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

azlariel:

That stretch, the almost-yawn, are picked up on, though he doesn’t call attention to it yet, attention flickering downward only when Patch moves.

He has to refocus, return his attention to Cyrus, after that. “I have been learning the language here, how to read it,” is his admission then, quiet but some enjoyment in saying it out loud.

.”Oh?” I smiled wide, curious. “What do you think of the language so far?”

"It’s…" He pauses, trying to find the right word for it. "Strange. I haven’t seen anything like it." The script was difficult at times, even now that he had been getting used to it.

I nodded, again rubbing a hand over the animal’s head. “Yes, it is quite singular. From what I’ve seen of other languages though, they all seem to hold their own peculiarities.”




Our characters are alone at last, but my character is distracted with other things. How would your character turn my character’s mind from their busy work and seduce them?

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New Year’s Eve

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

Grinning like a child I followed after him, wincing as another blast went off in the sky but looking up all the same, my smile spreading if anything. Probably a mistake, as I nearly stripped over a root, but only a laugh escaped me as I caught myself.

Looking back at the sound of that laugh, he lets out a trill of his own in answer, his own version of the same sound. “Are you alright?”

.”Yes!" I responded quickly, jerking a little as I adjusted then hopped to catch up, glancing up again as another smaller burst went off in the sky. "Just need to watch my feet better, I suppose." I chuckled as I got closer.

Good.” Falling back, he waits for Cyrus to catch up, matching his own pace with his brother’s then.

Are we going to the lake?” I asked curiously, looking around again when another of the bright flashes lit up the sky above the trees.




doyenne-of-legacies:

destinys-broken-wings:

"Eileen." I repeated with a gentle smile. The height of her unease shouted to me with the briefly enhanced connection and I was somewhat grateful for the contact being so limited. 

"No, I was not aware of the fact." I chuckled softly. "I never would have thought my name might be shared by a ‘Great King’."  My instinct was to comfort, to put at ease, to help..even though I was no longer a guardian. I had to remind myself not to touch - not only for my own sake, but for the knowing it was not always an acceptable convention. Not all people liked to be touched.  "Are you alright?"

" When you say my name - like that — you make it sound like the most interesting thing in the human language." And that lured her in; closer and closer she went. The way he seemed to console with every single movement was making harder and harder to appear distraught. Eileen of course was still tense but overall, very happy at that. 

" Indeed— even more to that story he founded the first world empire — and created a dynasty to give him that name. The great." 

Her hand lowered a little bit more to press finally against his own; he was so welcoming, why fear him? 

" — I’ll survive if that’s what you mean." The question was highly ambiguous; and there were plenty of options to go about with that answer.

My brow was still tilted faintly with concern, but I smiled gently with her comment. “I wasn’t aware I had such a talent. Thank you.” I nodded lightly. 

Listening to her add onto the story was a welcome distraction, though I still managed to be paying enough attention so as not to flinch when her bare skin touched mine. The emotions..weren’t what I’d been expecting, which was a relief, and my smile spread a bit, reaching my opalescent eyes. “He sounds ‘great’ indeed. And I’m glad you’ll survive, but..” Just surviving did not always mean a person was well. “You’re sure there is nothing I can do?”




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must have sleeps >.<  sorry for so few tags - more tomorrow, hopefully!




doyenne-of-legacies:

destinys-broken-wings:

My expression eased and I nodded, smiling faintly. “It’s alright.” I assured her quietly. “It was not a thing done with harmful intent or thought, I understand.” 

After a moment, I offered her a hand, steadying myself for the possible contact, bracing my senses. “My name is Cyrus.”

" Eileen." There was still that pain stabbing and twisting her inwards from the thought and questions about this being before her. Yet she forced a smile not wanting to cause distress. As her hand placed into his own barely making contact. Barely grazing his skin but able for him to take and assist. 

" Did you know that you have the same name as the king of all kings of Persia? Cyrus the Great they called him. A random fact that might tickle your fancy." 

"Eileen." I repeated with a gentle smile. The height of her unease shouted to me with the briefly enhanced connection and I was somewhat grateful for the contact being so limited. 

"No, I was not aware of the fact." I chuckled softly. "I never would have thought my name might be shared by a ‘Great King’."  My instinct was to comfort, to put at ease, to help..even though I was no longer a guardian. I had to remind myself not to touch - not only for my own sake, but for the knowing it was not always an acceptable convention. Not all people liked to be touched.  "Are you alright?"




New Year’s Eve

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

azlariel:

destinys-broken-wings:

Following him out the door, I pulled the coat closed tighter and looked up with a smile as another of the bursts went off in the sky. “Where to?" I asked, distracted by the bright colored lights.

This way.” Anticipation in his voice, he’s already looking off in the direction of the place he had in mind. A clearer vantage point would make this more interesting after all.

Grinning like a child I followed after him, wincing as another blast went off in the sky but looking up all the same, my smile spreading if anything. Probably a mistake, as I nearly stripped over a root, but only a laugh escaped me as I caught myself.

Looking back at the sound of that laugh, he lets out a trill of his own in answer, his own version of the same sound. “Are you alright?”

.”Yes!" I responded quickly, jerking a little as I adjusted then hopped to catch up, glancing up again as another smaller burst went off in the sky. "Just need to watch my feet better, I suppose." I chuckled as I got closer.




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