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“That’s what I said, but you earn your keep around here and we only get assigned to so many missions. And. I guess. On the one hand…” Zephyr tips to the side, balancing his palm like a scale. “I do enjoy working in the reception room. I wish they’d schedule us to have the same shifts more often.” Zephyr puts out every comment he can, continuing to metaphorically ruffle those pretty feathers of hers as he moves from place to place. Never still. Whether it’s body or mind he’s plotting or stepping. An unseen melody and chorus compelling him to questionable actions.
“On the other hand there’s plenty of other places I’d like to be. And people I’d rather be consorting with. Rhodes Island itself may be what it is, but the people I’ve met here are so much more interesting than the monotonous dorm rooms and stairwells.”
But at the mention of their siblings even he finds himself stifled. The playful posturing is discarded, and hands find pockets rather than gestures in the evening air. Is she looking at him? Nah, Astesia looks more ready to leave and be rid of him. And maybe he should let it be. Let those words sting in his shoulder like a dagger and think on himself. Careless wishes poised when he isn’t even sure he holds the strength to fight his own past.
“I have.” He speaks., tone softer. “And would again. You got that right. Another thing we got in common, starlight.” A puff of breath, but he doesn’t pursue the retreating songbird. There’s an odd frustration. Like he wants to talk and wants to convey but knows the time and place weren’t right. And who’s fault was that? His own, quite frankly. You reap what you sow. And he’s sown a field of frustration under the star-filled night. It’s not the place to wax poetic or wane philosophical.
How much you could have been, how much you could have changed, how much could have been different. The doors had all been opened with all the thresholds tangled in barbs. His hand was anything but kind. But he made the best of it getting here with Kat alive, hadn’t he?
“Oy. Have a good night. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.” A wink before sitting back on the rim of a vent, letting the woman escape his clutches.
The night is still young. Too bad its squandered on a mere scoundrel like Zephyr. She exhaled raggedly through her nose, lithe digits leafing through her flimsy notebook. Page after page, edges heavily crinkled and torn from years of usage. Her life's dream, her calculations of the heaven's and the movement of stars across space, written within the pages of this notebook. ❝ Me? Being shortsighted? You merely jest, Operator Zephyr. ❞ Astesia simply responds, plumage ruffled beneath her dress.
Ha! She can almost hear it now. The spectators laughing at her from above. How irksome indeed.
Zephyrus, a tribute to the Greek god of the western wind. His appellative, she thinks in silence, is a paradox in itself. An absurd and self-contradictory statement, at that. A gentle, westerly breeze? Oh, please. Give her break! If anything, Zephyr is the opposite of such. Unfortunate. It would seem as if Lady Luck has her bullseye aimed elsewhere. ❝ Hmph. ❞ The Liberi tsked, one hand falling uselessly to her side. The leatherbound notebook remains clutched in her left, cerulean optics squeezing shut.
She blocked the view of the starry sky, demeanor slightly acrimonious. ❝ And here I was hoping you would retire for the night. With that much energy in your possession, working the desk seems…. counterintuitive.❞ There he goes again. On a complete and utter tangent. Who is she to silence him? Who is she to dictate what he can and cannot say? The astrologist's thoughts remain at an impasse, as she struggles to consolidate sentiments and ruminations alike.
❝...!! ❞ A wispy breath of air tickled her ear, prompting Astesia to immediately jerk back a stride or two. Azure orbs flew wide open, heart hammering wildly in her chest. The urge to designate all manner of unsavory nicknames arose within. Lady Luck is truly on the Raven's side. ❝ For Astgenne's sake, I would. If only... to mop us the messes... I made... Wouldn't you move heaven and earth for your own sibling, Operator Zephyr? ❞
He's right about one thing. Rhodes Island isn't the prettiest nor most scenic place on Terra. ❝ But it could be worse.... You could be working for Reunion. At least, Rhodes Island is actively looking for an oripathy cure. For us, for you and I, it will be too late by then. ❞
Talk about ending their conversation on a pessimistic note.
#starryskied#verse :: arknights#ceri you can just have this one since the thread's about wrapped up :^)#why is zephyr dumb#just say the things and connect with people
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Amazing that half the votes wanted him dead. It wasnt a majority....
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Highly debating moving Wylan over here. My roster has a strong presence now, and doing so would keep his threads moving more consistently.
#If youre not following my multi thats where i am 95% of the time#ooc :: reblog#Also all drafts ready to post but at this point like#May as well move them lmao#IDK WE WILL SEE#this blog is so much cobweb at this point...
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oh yeah rating time || [ open ]
put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on a few things
@hallowleylines sent: ¥ Then the homies-
Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Would they date them: yes | no
"Disgusting. That would break the bro code. Don't sleep with the homies, but do sleep next to them if they need to be warm. Absolutely nothing wrong with that."
Favorite thing about them: "I didn't know what it's like to have a brother, having just grown up with my sister. But working and rooming with Jester? It gives me an idea. And damn I wish I had it back when. Guy has an energy to die for. If you're not us, I mean. We match."
Least favorite thing about them: "I love that short king, I would never go so low as to let the world know his sleeping habits."
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Wylan stop thriving off the people around you being huffy and playfully annoyed challenge
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"We're all down bad for the rabbit."
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mucho tiempo libre 
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@sentofight sent: Did someone say love? Edea is going to finish the drawing on his face and bolt away before he wakes up. Sorry. It is too good of an opportunity to miss it. She gave him cat whiskers ~
Wylan wakes up just as the door slaps the wall behind her. That really itched or tickled or something. Usually he sleeps light, so the fact she got as far as she did is a task to be commended. And. Even if she had been caught there'd be no worrying consequence. Well. Maybe. It would depend on your perspective. Getting dragged into the bed could be considered alarming.
Failing that, the touch to his face and feeling something elicits a different response. There's only so many dots to be connected, and so many thoughts to collect. After sitting up and seeing himself in the small mirror of the inn room, oh, yeah. She thinks she's funny, doesn't she?
"Edea~" He calls after, his voice carrying out into the hallway as he rises and limbers himself. He's still waking up, and she has quite the headstart. But the factors are on his side... or at least, one is. She's running in a panic. And he's got some clarity after a well rested night.
Another factor is he's presentable. If you count some small clothes and socks to that- as well as a coat after he's grabbed it. Some won't. But it's decent. And enough to keep him from scaring unfortunate bystanders as he takes to the chase.
What to follow? Where could the lady have gone? He'll take his chances following the sound of retreating footsteps and bewildered gazes (that only grow more frightened when he blows past sliding on wood floors and hitting the turns with a blaze in his eyes)
She shrieks when she realizes he's getting closer. Losing some of her posture and making some mistakes that allow the swordsman to close the distance. More and more. Closer and closer.
"I see you now!" Edea is too slow on the next turn, and Wylan has made up distance enough to catch sight of her, and the marker still clutched in his hand. Both of them are panting and racing around the inn like it's their playhouse. Maybe they'll get ejected for this, forced to find new place of respite, but it'd be worth it. Heart is pounding and grin is wide. "Gotcha!"
The chase ends where it started, a bedroom. With the woman pinned onto the bed and the victor looming over her. A moment is taken to catch their breath as they simply gaze into one another's eyes. Then the panic, real panic probably sets in.
"....you look nervous. Not ready to reap the fruits of your labor~? Mrow... hmhmhm." He laughs, gaze flitting to the pen in her hand. His own works its way up from her wrist, an attempt to wrest it away for his own uses. "Don't I get a turn? Maybe I want to draw some things too. Whiskers are too boring, though." His gaze lowers towards her stomach, peeking out from her shirt from how the woman had landed.
Now Edea should be scared, what with the way Wylan was grinning so fiercely.
#sentofight#sentofight :: edea#inbox :: answered ic#verse :: fantasy#her life is probably flashing before her eyes#he wont let it end with anything less than a draw
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@psychcdelica sent:
"Look at her, she looks just like Sae."
At that remark, Wylan stops smiling. Expression deepends into something more pensive as the agent's gaze falls back on his infant daughter in his arms. Seina is giving a look back to him, but then, isn't she always?
"Don't you think she's crazy too, Seina?" He asks the toddler, incapable of speech past a blurble and raucous laughter at the worst of times imaginable. She's quiet, here. Wylan nods. Whatever conversation just took place surely it was mentally conducted. "Yeah, with a nose like that? How dare she. Really! You are so smart. Do you know that? You are. It's scary. We'll have to do experiments on you."
A shake of the head, a heft of the bab after blowing a little raspberry on said nose before Wylan is back staring at Boss.
"She did take after her a lot though, I'll give you that, Boss."
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As expected fighting Wylan as the Viridian Zephyr in his PM verse is just annoying. So very very annoying.
#discord :: commentary ooc#do you like all your attacks getting evaded#do you like being constantly paralyzed and unable to win clashes#and then getting torn up#course you do
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HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?
like you can love again
you need to be loved in a way that shows you love is sacred, it is divine. you need to be loved so purely, so lightly, so you can learn to love. you need to be loved in the way oceans rise, but also fall. you need to be loved in the way wind rushes through leaves. you need to be loved gently, and patiently, and understanding. you need to be loved in a way that even if you cannot love, you will still be loved.
Tagged by: @sentofight thank you faty <;:
Tagging: @more-than-a-princess @markofkaine @starryskied (Astesia) @psychcdelica (Sae) @thebreakfastmuses and anyone else who wants to nab it!
#dash :: games hc#FACTS FACTS FACTS FACTS#destroy him with soft#something warm even if its in the middle of chaos#agh this hit just right
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"Shut up and drink, Brit."
"Not exactly in season, is it?"
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"Here's some eggnog. Best I can do."
"A good snog sounds pleasant about now..."
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"Oy! I resent that. I have a great singing voice."
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