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Love only ventures but so far. Despite those words leaving their gentle sting, he smiled regardless at that defiant naivety and stretched a hand out towards her.
"You think so?"
"I am made of love. And it is stronger than you."
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Out for a walk.
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Looking at my drafts here while on break at work and... I have so many. Rip.
Sorry, mom. A lot are for you. 😂
#ooc| words of a mortal#screaming silently at work.#everyone is stressed because bad decisions dropped on everyone.
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@asheanon - suggested Seymour in F4
( character + pose )
#art| framed in cypress#i shouldn't post at 2 am but.#another from ashe :3#prompt is on my main.#still something those here can send in if they like.#but I do have comms open.
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Fictional men who have the "it's ok to murder but it's never ok to disrespect your wife" energy >>>>
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- I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)
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He sees you in a positive light as well~
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"I'M SORRY, I JUST HAD TO FIND YOU" PROMPTS
* assorted dialogue for those desperate times when you just have to see them, no matter what anyone else says, adjust as necessary
i couldn't wait another minute apart from you.
did you expect me to just wait around for you to show up?
i did everything i could to find you.
i thought i did a pretty good job covering my tracks.
they helped me track you down.
i needed to see you.
they can't hurt us anymore.
i come all this way to see you, and this is the greeting i get?
i thought you'd be glad to see me.
it took me forever to find you.
how long have you been looking for me?
it's safer for the both of us if we stop seeing each other.
i thought i told you not to find me.
this was for your own good, you know. i leave, and you stay there, unharmed.
can we find somewhere private to talk?
they said if i left, they wouldn't hurt you.
been searching for you for months, believe it or not.
you weren't supposed to expect me.
this was going to be a surprise.
they can't stop me from seeing you.
would you please let me inside?
tell me where you are, or i'll figure it out myself.
i'm not going to let them prevent us from being together.
you and i... we have to be together. no matter what.
you sure don't make it easy to follow you.
i've been tracking you for miles.
so you're real. the legends are true.
you're pretty good at covering your tracks.
i started asking around, and they pointed me in the right direction.
i got your letter and came as fast as i could.
i can reach your window if i climb this tree.
give me a clue. anything. tell me where you're hiding.
think you could come around back and unlock the door for me?
hey. it's me. would you please let me in?
you're the one they speak about, the one that can fix things.
i know i'm not what you expected.
i couldn't wait another minute.
it's starting to rain. why don't you come inside for a minute?
lecture me later. for now, let's appreciate this time we have together.
i know this looks bad, but... i just had to see you.
they think they can stop me from seeing you.
i don't want to leave your side, not for a minute.
the path was treacherous, but the reward was worth every second.
i'd do anything to find you.
i wanted to find you and thank you for what you did for me.
you're taking a big risk by finding me.
you told me to look for you, and so i did.
is there a key to this door?
we're not supposed to be seen together.
i'm going to get you out of there. just hang on.
when i came looking for you, i didn't expect to find you like this.
they told me you had all the answers. they said you could fix things if i tracked you down.
i've been on your trail for weeks now.
it's safer if we're not seen together.
who told you where i was? was it [name]?
i didn't want you to find me like this.
why do you want to hide from me?
we're stronger if we're together.
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Sailing nowhere, evermore
Never will I rest
And the treasure I've been fighting for
Is just an empty chest
Send me to my Oceangrave
Tell my love goodbye
I guess I wasn’t worth the gold they saved
So I'm condemned to die
If the Captain would lead us asunder
If his Pride takes this ship to the brink
When his lungs fill with water, I wonder
How his hindsight will help when we sink?
Speak to the dead and listen well
Save our souls from burning
Speak to the dead or we meet them instead
They will not be returning
No, they will not be returning
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Seymour is such a fun guy~ And he gets in moods where there's a mischievous side that surfaces and he likes to tease. : )
#it's subtly not so subtle.#might actually be a jab too.#but you'll think he's not be serious.#because he has that halo smile.#but are you really going to call him out.#no. i didn't think so.
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New Year drawpile session with @danthekickingman (and Spiri) @silverymusings @venomousovereignty @tailoringtay
featuring my muses from this blog, @rcsetorn @royaldeceit
used some poses from Kibbitzer
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╼ ༺ :|| Oh. The intent was not to offend. ...not entirely. But the trickle of slips and teases lightheartedly bled through every now and again- one-sided humor on his part. Inclining those more innocent horn-like locks of azure hair, Seymour softly, assuredly uttered an apology.
"I dare not wish to extend such viewed sentiment." For he, too, had once been looked down upon with such unmistakable eyes. The time when his life had been taken. The air hang between them, a settling which perhaps purposely allowed a returned peace to put her mind at ease.
"Aforementioned aid remains. The air hangs heavy, and I cannot ignore its weight that I might offer some assistance just as I once did in life."
✦ @painsrequiem : ‘ i have never seen a more tragic creature. how might i help you ? ’ ( scenario prompts . )
𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 ? is that how she seemed ? concern ebbs at her brow . she supposes that there must be some truth in that . locke had saved her , after all , and so many others have helped her ... ... but it could not be ignored that all of these people had agendas , looking to her for 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 , for 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂 , for 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴 ... such a strange word carrying an immeasurable weight —— even now , after everything that has both lost and gained in such a short amount of time ... ... there is still so much of which she must reconcile within herself , but the last thing she wants is to be anyone’s 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 .
❝ i ... i don’t want your pity . ❞
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╼ ༺ :|| Orange seemingly forgotten, Seymour provided this "Ethereal" with his fullest attention, paying attention unto every minute detail offered. It was polite, yes, but the azure lashes fell delicately over the otherwise sharp gaze as he clung onto every word of hers. Spectral entities. Stars. Not anything he'd heard of even among the more forbidden records, but perhaps another of those names had been penned down somewhere through prior years. He patiently waited for her to finish her fruitful debate with the slightest tilt of his head.
"How peculiar," he commented. Seymour sat silently for a moment as he allowed her words to settle through careful reflection, and perhaps careful consideration for his own following reply. "First allow me to say to each our own matters of secrecy. The world beyond these walls may not keep them in kind. Share that what you wish," he gently urged.
Now for her question, the answer could be told in various tellings for her knowledge appeared limited of this world's workings and of its spectral existence, but he settled to offer a brief explanation in regards of his present state. "Within this realm, the dead need guidance. Upon perishing, many souls freely find their way into a peaceful afterlife. If they lose their way, troubled and burdened, they will become monsters. It is why Spira has those which guide the dead into the Farplane when needed. To perform a Sending. However, it is rare, although not unheard of for those that have experienced death to remain among the living as they once were. We call these entities Unsent." As if granting a visual, the soft glows of pyreflies began their slow glowing dance into existence around his elongated hand. Visible indication of life's energy others would not be as privy to witness.
"Best to keep this revelation private, if you would."
Perhaps timing was imperfect, but another's voice came from the neighboring room. And no sooner as it had that the luminescent pyreflies faded back into obscurity.
"Lord Seymour!"
The Guado turned from the girl towards the door where his servant soon entered- a tall, elderly man with more bold features in comparison to Seymour. The green hair and beard was far more wild like wild vines, and prominent veins more extensive in comparison unto his master. This Guado indeed looked less human than the other before her.
"Lord Seymour, I- Ah... Forgive me," the tall man's drawl halted with an immediate bowed before the two. "I did not realize you held company."
Seymour gently dismissed the apology, for as always, there was nothing in which to apologize for- as if his servant should have known by now the easygoing nature of their leader. "Please, Tromell. There is no harm done. I did not expect a guest myself. However your timing is rather impeccable that I ask you extend our fullest hospitality."
Ah, but there was something amiss.
"Our game must pause briefly if only for proper introductions," Seymour chuckled. Taking a stand, the towering blue-haired Guado bowed with hands forming something of a prayer before her. "I am Seymour Guado, and this is Tromell." The other bowed in a manner less extensive than that of his master, but one more appropriate for a butler.
Tromell spoke up, following his liege's kindness. "Pardon my intrusion, Miss. Nevertheless, welcome to Guadosalam."
The Guado? A wayward pyrefly?
If he thought her peculiar now, he was going to think her even more so the moment she dared to ask what such things were, surely! That was if she dared, however...
Normally, she would simply listen for answers of this nature, see if they revealed themselves without inquiry amidst conversation, but there was really no "fitting in" with this already bewildering scenario. Who knew what was yet to come as they did all but exist in this state of mutual perplexity... in a way, it was refreshing! Their talk may be somewhat limited for the usual security reasons, but... oh, he had said it himself. A curious little game was afoot here.
And she so did like curious little games...!
"Yes and no."
Her answer felt like that of a riddle.
"It depends on where you look."
Briefly, she debated how much further to elaborate. Gauging the pros and cons, she stared holes into the citrus of saffron shade she held before her, now halfway peeled...
"There are many names for my kind. Given that we share this language we speak, I will give you one derived from it that seems to have traveled further than others..."
Momentarily, she hesitated before the name "Ethereal" eventually left her lips - perhaps at a volume slightly lower than the rest. Sal looked to be having a most dramatic conversation with her orange yet again.
"We are spectral entities, strewn all about the cosmos as we know it - and as we don't. It is theorized that we come from the stars, somehow, somewhere..."
There, an age-old question among the world(s) she knew revealed itself another day, still without answer. It was left to hang with an air of mystery as she excavated a particularly succulent-looking wedge from this fruit of hers, which had since been further dismantled. She eyed it with some interest before her gaze returned to the gentleman.
"... Or something like that, anyway."
Her smile, though subtle, was nearly steadfast, hardly wavering as her first turn of this little game was drawn to a close.
"How about you?"
The conversational spotlight was then redirected to him. His turn.
"Does your kind have a name? If I may ask, that is."
#asheanon#asheanon: sal#this was getting long.#but tromell will also talk more about seymour.#than seymour will.#depending.#also is nice to just know a butler.#in case sal lingered.
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Should have a few replies out tomorrow. -v-
#ooc| words of a mortal#sey worded this evening.#and some of this planner has been nicely laid out.#pergress.
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Oh, yeah. I wanted to mention I wanted to make more of an effort across my blogs for this new year. I adore all my muses, and....yeah.
Needless to say I wanna visit Sey mour (ahah~), but also dote on my main Bea, and my newer muse Ulti. (And then try to revisit more of Emperor as well)
Art.
#ooc| words of a mortal#i'm attempting a planner.#to see if i can get more junk in order.#goals and whatnot.#i was happier with accomplishments last year than prior.#working with a little more going forward.#yes.#but also balance without overwhelming.
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Why is he just now discovering information of another half guado?
#danthekickingman#dash commentary| words of saints and sinners#oh. he's been chilling in via purifico.
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