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If you're still into them... how about RoseAli with #34? 👀

34. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

It’s been a while since I wrote anything Rosali, so I hope this works :D

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Alisha was a light sleeper. It came from years of knight training, being ready to wake up and move at the slightest hint of trouble. But in her role as a princess, and a high-ranking politician, it was a useful trait.

So no matter how fluffy her bed was, nor how quiet the night, the slightest disturbance- the clack of an opening window, the creak of a door- and some part of her would wake. Alert, ready to reach for the dagger by her bedside.

She wasn't often woken from sleep. Her guards were capable, and with newfound peace descending over Greenland, there were fewer and fewer instances where Alisha would ever find herself in danger while she slept. So it was that most of her nights passed without her waking from her light slumber, undisturbed any interruptions.

But there was one exception.

She woke at the click of the lock. It was followed by the shuffle of cloth as the key was put away, the soft creak of the door hinge as someone stepped into the room. Quiet, hesitant steps upon marble floor- a familiar cadence that Alisha knew all too well. Even though the bed was comfortably warm and she could easily return to the lull of sleep if she so chose, she tensed at the approaching steps, held her breath in anticipation.

The bed creaked as the intruder climbed onto the mattress. Then, without a moment's hesitation, a slender arm wrapped around her shoulder and a body pressed up against her back.

They lay there in a silent tableau, their breaths synchronizing in the quiet night.

"I know you're awake," came a flippant voice in her ear. "Your breathing's off."

Alisha huffed. Opening her eyes, she looked out the window. Moonlight still poured into her chamber, but judging from the position of the moon in the sky-

"So Rose, did you come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?"

There was a familiar, dismissive click of the tongue. Alisha could imagine the roll of blue eyes, the half-pout on Rose's face. A bubble of laughter escaped her lips, her lips twisting into a small smile.

She missed it. Missed this.

Turning, she found herself staring into a face she hadn't seen in over four months. But despite the longer, more disheveled hair, and the weary eyebags under blue eyes, Rose was still- and always was- Rose. An easy smile lit up her face, and the scent of wildflowers clung to her skin and clothes. Wiry muscles that wrapped around Alisha once more, strong and secure.

"So sue me," Rose murmured as she buried her head into the crook of Alisha's neck. "It's been a while since I last saw you."

"It really has." She threaded her fingers through bright red hair, closed her eyes and basked in Rose's embrace. "But you can't just keep sneaking into my room like this, Rose."

"Isn't that why you gave me your key?"

Alisha sighed. "I have to meet with the Council in the morning, and I really wanted to get a good night's sleep."

"So you didn't want to say hello to your long-lost beloved?" Rose lifted her head, and there was that teasing smirk she wore so easily, taunting and tempting all at once. "After all my gallivanting around the country to protect our world, after all those hard battles where I wouldn't know when I'd see you again... For shame, Princess," she tutted.

"You're impossible."

"And even though you said all of that, your servants were saying you haven't had a good night's sleep since I left." Rose smirked. "Your guards practically ushered me in the moment they saw me. And you haven't kicked me out of your bed yet, so."

It took all of Alisha's effort to force a stern scowl. "It's not that I don't want to see you, really, but... it's the middle of the night. You could have waited till morning." An arched eyebrow. A dangerous glint in bright, blue eyes. "I could make it up to you."

Alisha held her breath. Kept her face perfectly calm. "I don't see how you can."

Rose chuckled, before leaning in. Alisha could barely react before chapped lips brushed against her own, once, twice. Softly tender, delicate and sweet. A taste of the wilderness that she'd missed, unpredictable as Rose nipped at her, parting her lips to deepen the kiss.

Pretense dissipated in the sensation, washed away in hazy bliss. Rose pushed her onto her back, kissed her against her pillows, dragged out soft moans and whimpers from her with each expert stroke of her tongue. Alisha tugged her close, wanted nothing more than to drown in the warm love that wrapped around her, that chased away the chill of the cold morning air.

And damn it all, she had missed this.

When Rose finally pulled away, blue eyes sparkled mischievously in the moonlight, her lips swollen and the taste of wildflowers still lingering on Alisha's tongue. Her red hair poured over her shoulders, like a curtain hiding them from the outside world, heightening the flush of her cheeks as she looked down on her.

"Good enough for you?"

Alisha licked her lips, her sleepiness already driven away by the warmth of Rose's ministrations. It had been so long since she'd last seen Rose, been so long since she'd been able to touch her...

Bunching a fist of red hair, Alisha tugged her close gently, nuzzling against her cheek. She reveled in the sensation of Rose's heated breath against her skin, the way her fingers dug now into her waist. Breathing into her ear, she whispered, "Only if you don't stop with just cuddling."

The look on Rose's face was absolutely wicked. Alisha allowed herself a glimpse of the woman she loved- bright and beautiful and burning in the moonlight. And then Rose kissed her again, and she closed her eyes, letting the night dissolve into warm bliss.

All in all, she thought, some night-time interruptions weren't completely unwelcome.

#SO SO SO SO CUTE!!!!!#rosali #rose #alisha diphda #fanfic #fanfic: rosali #fanfic: rose #fanfic: alisha #zestiria #mod krissey

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On your marks for Fluri Week 2020!

It’s that time of the year again! 2020 has been one wild ride thus far so let’s brighten it up with another fun event ✨

It will be held from Monday, November 30th to Sunday, December 6th. Prompts can be found above - one day for every meaningful place Flynn and Yuri have made memories in.

Credits to fontasticcrablettes for their help with the design!

Art, fic, edits, videos, photo/gifsets - every format is welcome. Entries will be tagged FluriWeek2020 both here and on twitter, so please make sure to follow and/or remember the tag in order for everybody to enjoy each other’s works.

Ask box is open to any questions 😉

#ohhhh this seems fun!!#idk if i'll be able to participate everyday #hmmmm #got my eye tho on it in case i can do o n e day...#fluri #vesperia #tales events #mod krissey

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Press X to doubt

#ALKJSDFLKJSDLFKJSDF #rosali #rose #alisha diphda #zestiria #fanart: rosali #fanart: rose #fanart: alisha #mod krissey #q

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on human lifespans

#ohhhhhhh #that ending thooooooo #sorey #mikleo #zestiria #mod krissey #sormik #fanart: sorey #fanart: mikleo #fanart: sormik #q

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back on my tales brainworms

#THEM!!!#tov #vesperia #fluri #yuri lowell #flynn scifo #fanart #tov fanart #mod isaiah

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MY INCREDIBLY BIG BRAIN MOMENT: tales of zestiria viet edition.

just spitballing but i think a zestiria-style story would fit SO well with a viet context. like the splitting of au co/ lac long quan = separation of seraphim and humans. we have the 4 immortals in viet myth= lords in toz. there are even legendary weapons like just the top of my head: the sword of mirror lake, magic crossbow, spear of thanh giong, that could work as toz’s divine artifacts...viet folklore is so long and rich it would be awesome to explore it like how explore ruins and history in toz anyways i have ideas have them call me

#YESSSSSSSS #I LOVE THIS #zestiria #fanart #sorey #mikleo #edna #rose #alisha diphda #lailah #fanart: sorey #fanart: mikleo #fanart: edna #fanart: lailah #fanart: alisha #fanart: rose #mod krissey

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Sormik Week 2019 (and 2020) @sormikweek

Day 1 Blue Tulip {Tranquility ; Trust} ; Pink Tulip {Caring ; Joyful Occasions} Day 2 White Lilac {Youthful innocence ; Memories} – I never posted this from last year’s week, so I hope it’s okay to post it now and dedicate it to sormikweek2020!

#WAHHHHH THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!!#zestiria #sormik #sorey #mikleo #fanart: sorey #fanart: mikleo #fanart: sormik #mod krissey

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For Day 1 of @sormikweek! Little late, but I loved this year’s theme so I had to get a piece done at least :’)

#OH PRETTY #sormik #sorey #mikleo #sormik week 2020 #fanart: sorey #fanart: mikleo #fanart: sormik #zestiria #mod krissey #q

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I replayed Tales of Symphonia recently lol

#OH BBIES #symphonia #fanart: symphonia #mod krissey

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#sorey #fanart: sorey #zestiria #mod krissey

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I won’t participate on every day of @sormikweek, but I made a little something to go with year’s theme :)

#IT'S SO SO PRETTY....#fran you outdid urself #gosh i love the stars and constellations #sormik #sormik week 2020 #fanart: sorey #fanart: mikleo #sorey #mikleo #zestiria #mod krissey

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So let’s talk Sheperd Rose

#I’M LISTENING!!!!!!#rose #zestiria #fanart: rose #mod krissey

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This is their dynamic, right?

Kanata legally cannot say the F word

#ALSLDLDLDKDKDJF #LISTEN I HAVEN’T PLAYED CRESTORIA YET BUT #THIS IS HILARIOUS TO ME #crestoria #kanata hjuger #misella #vicious #fanart: kanata #fanart: misella #fanart: vicious #mod krissey

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[ Just to Discover You ]

rated: g fandom: Tales of Zestiria prompt: “Stargazing” + Anyone in ToZ (I picked Rosali) requested by: @toradh

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Alisha has known Rose long enough to be familiar with her streak of spontaneity, which is perhaps the most important thing to know about her girlfriend: that before she is a person of action or words, she’s a woman of out-of-the-blue ideas. It no longer surprises her when, on their way back to their hotel room, following the light of the low garden lamps that line the sand-dusty path, Rose suddenly grabs Alisha’s hand and pulls them to a stop.

“Rose?” Alisha hums. “Are you all right?”

“Lisha,” Rose whispers, turned away. Her eyes are trained on the intersecting pathway to the left, where the tall hedges that separate the beach from the resort bend upward in an arc overhead. When she spins around to face her again, her red hair fans out around her chin. “Hey. You wanna see the ocean at night?”

Alisha bites back a smile. Rose is always drawing a smile out of her somehow, it feels like. “While I admit the sea is certainly very romantic, I’m afraid we’re not going to be able to see anything. It’s almost midnight.”

“Yeah, I know, but—”

“Lights aren’t allowed out on the beach.”

“I know, I know—sea turtles; believe me, Lisha, I get it—but wouldn’t it just be nice to experience it?”

Alisha doesn’t quite know what there is to experience in the pitch dark. Aren’t beaches usually at their most romantic during sunsets? But she shrugs and smiles because she always has a hard time telling her girlfriend no when she uses those puppy-dog eyes, and with a boisterous cheer, Rose plants her hands on Alisha’s shoulders and steers her down the branching path. Soon their flip-flops clap against wooden floorboards. Once they are out from behind the tall hedges lining the oceanfront of the property, Alisha can much better hear the rush and sigh of the ocean tide as it breaks against the shore.

They walk out to the wooden railing at the side of the large, painted wood wall that serves to block out light peeking in from the open path between the hedges. To their right descends a ramp to the sand. Down along the beach wander a few other idle figures, silhouetted against the thick darkness.

“Look! You can see the stars!”

Alisha raises her eyes. A wistful sigh falls from her and without even thinking about it, she crosses her arms over the railing. “Yes. Wow. They really are lovely, aren’t they?”

In the distance, a ukulele plays. Its notes are nearly lost to the wind.

Rose’s smile widens. She turns and leans one hip against the rail, curled towards Alisha like she has a secret to share. Somehow, even in the dark and cut off from all light, her blue eyes still glimmer. “When I was little, I used to make up constellations and give them silly names.”

“Oh?”

“I’d try to think up the wildest stories I could using what I’d see off the nearest law firm billboards.”

Alisha tries to abort her laugh and hide it behind a snicker but fails terribly. “Really?”

Rose shrugs and looks back out to the black depths of the ocean. Further beyond, where the horizon should meet the sea, there’s a thin divide that’s barely perceptible between the different shadowed hues. “There’s not much else to do when you’re living out of the back of a van with a bunch of other people.”

Alisha tilts her head and watches her. When the next sea breeze washes in, it lifts her bangs off her face and toys with the tail of her hair. Alisha breathes in and her lungs swell deep with sea salt and something else—something fresh.

Something that feels like it could still just begin, even at this midnight hour.

“There was a field trip when I was in the fourth grade,” Alisha begins, “to a planetarium.”

Rose turns and pins her with her attention. Suddenly, Alisha feels like the most important person in the world. “Yeah?”

Alisha smiles and ducks her head, eyes falling to the wood grain she can barely make out under her fingers. “The star show was amazing. I learned a lot about the sky and the seasonal constellations that you can see in different hemispheres—but more importantly, I think that was the first time I learned just how small I was. In the span of the universe, I mean.” She clears her throat and looks skyward to the blanket of stars spread above them from side to side. “I remember when I got home, I couldn’t stop crying because I felt so insignificant.”

“Aw, Lisha…”

Alisha shakes her head and smiles. When she meets Rose’s eyes, she’s unafraid. “But now that I’m older, I think I appreciate the sight—more than I did when I was nine, anyway. There’s something to be said for how comforting it is to be reminded that not everything you do has to hold power.”

The sea rolls in and slowly slides back out.

Rose’s smile turns cheeky. “Well. Someone’s feeling philosophical today.”

“I just like it, okay?”

Rose laughs. It’s bright and happy. Freeing. Slowly, she crowds Alisha against the railing until the edge of it digs into the small of her back. Alisha rests both hands on the wood behind her, and gently, Rose lays hers overtop. Both thumbs rub circles into the back of Alisha’s hands.

“You like the strangest things, Lisha,” Rose hums.

Still smiling—as if being around Rose ever allows her to stop—Alisha leans forward. “Says the woman I happen to like the most,” she says and softly, presses her lips to Rose’s.

Rose chuckles into it and wraps her arms around Alisha’s neck. Their bodies press flush together, and Rose kisses her again. And again. And again, as the ocean slips out and returns back to the shore.

#rosali #zestiria #alisha diphda #rose #fanfic: rose #fanfic: alisha #fanfic: rosali #mod krissey writes a thing #fluff bingo!#stargazing #soff kisses at midnight #and all the other sappy things #there's literally nothing here but fluff #i'm sorry #mod krissey

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rated: t

fandom: Tales of Symphonia

prompt: “Go Through Me” + Zelos/Colette/Lloyd

requested by: @greecllings

more modern-day!AU shenanigans because I got this idea in my head after a particularly great line in another, diff-fandom fanfic i was reading. now this is here.

i’m sorry.

thanks Josie for the request, though i’m 95% certain this scenario wasn’t what you had in mind when you first requested “get through me” with these three, so...sorry (again)

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Schlemiel [Read on AO3]

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Zelos frowns. “You’re sure he said to wait here?”

At Colette’s shrug, his frown deepens. Her thumbs fly across the screen of her cell. Zelos doesn’t know how she can see anything on that thing under the glaring light of the courtyard lamppost. “Yeah. Said he was on his way? He should be here in just a—”

“—hey, Colette!”

The voice that rings out is too loud for not being that far away.

Zelos turns and takes a good look at his theater classmate’s childhood friend. Colette talks about him a lot: the boisterous bundle of energy named Lloyd Irving who is apparently not her boyfriend. (Zelos is of the opinion that there’s a yet in those words somewhere.) Her stories she spins as they sit knee-to-knee doing warm-ups on stage are always wild, extremely silly, and very funny. To see the subject of those 4-wheeler wheelies and the self-proclaimed corn-husk king, who’s apparently a plain guy with spiky brown hair and a bright red university sweater, was almost a disappointment. Zelos had expected someone more…something.

“You must be Zelos,” Lloyd gives a breathless greeting and thrusts a hand out towards his chest. “Nice to meetcha.”

Zelos takes the proffered hand because he, unlike some of the people in front of him, was not raised in a barn. He makes a good show of flicking a long strand of red hair over his shoulder, sliding on a slow grin. “I see our sweet little Colette here has told you about me.”

Is that a smattering of pink dusting the guy’s cheeks? Geez, already? How are these two not dating yet if the mere mention of the other’s name makes them go all gooey-eyed and soft? “Yeah. I guess she has mentioned a thing or two about the funny redhead from her theater class before.”

Sharply, Zelos chokes. “Funny—?!”

Lloyd chuckles and is quick to release his hand and wrap it around one of his two ratty backpack straps. He swallows and looks over his shoulder. “Right. Well, uh, shall we head back?”

And then and all of a sudden, Colette’s head snaps up from her phone.

She stares at Lloyd with almost comically ginormous eyes. Zelos doesn’t get quite why until Colette waves for his attention and turns her phone screen to face him. Beaming in the night, surrounded by a green text message box from one heart-emoji-surrounded Lloyd (seriously?) are the white words: jhey, I think i mite be being follow.ed. just os you kno. sry.

Ah.

“Yes!” Colette says as soon as she pockets her phone. “C’mon! Yeah! Let’s, uh, let’s go to our dorms!”

The funny thing about being in a theater class with country bumpkin Colette Brunel is that the golden-headed tenderheart has the hardest time telling a convincing lie, so she’s actually very, very bad on stage—which is exactly why Zelos likes her. She is earnest and sincere and would never stab him in the back one day probably because she didn’t know which way to hold the damn knife.

Completely unlike him in every way.

Which is why when Colette says “our dorms,” Zelos immediately realizes two things: one, that Lloyd must not have the same scholarship he and Colette do because he isn’t bunking in Chosen Hall, and two, when Lloyd is asking if he can walk with them, it’s because he doesn’t feel safe heading back to his own dorms.

And all in the span of two seconds, Zelos knows what to do.

His grin widens.

“W-whoa, hey, what are you—”

“—shhh, play along,” Zelos purrs, arm snug around Lloyd’s waist as he flicks a glance over the guy’s shoulder. It was on his right Lloyd had looked earlier; there’s a figure leaning against a tree on their phone. Super casual, not anything unusual after nine on a college campus after night classes have just let out.

But Zelos remembers very well his own personal near-experiences.

With his arm around Lloyd, he turns him and guides him down the sidewalk towards his and Colette’s dorm. He sneaks another glance behind them in the form of a chaste kiss to Lloyd’s very, very red cheek.

After a beat, the stranger begins to follow.

Huh.

Colette is making strange, choked-off noises at his side and when he glances at her, he can see her face is as red as Lloyd’s sweater. Hell, she’s practically as red as Lloyd’s face. Zelos really is surrounded by the two most rural, suppressed idiots this side of the Tethe’alla-Sylverant continent divide, huh.

They aren’t even halfway to the dorms yet and the stranger tailing them still hasn’t taken a hint, so Zelos decides to do something fun.

“You trust me?” he whispers, leaning in close to Lloyd’s side. The guy’s been quiet as a mouse the entire walk, which is funny as hell because he’s known him for all of three minutes (if you don’t count Colette’s oddball stories) and he has a very good hunch his unusual silence is because he’s so far out of his element, he’s probably somewhere on Mars.

“N-no…?”

“Fair enough.”

Zelos spins him and pins him to the outer wall of the old university library. Colette squeaks. There’s an odd bump and arc to Lloyd’s figure with his backpack in the way. With one hand pressed to the brick at the level of Lloyd’s bewildered face and the other digging into the pocket of his white sweatpants, Zelos leans in.

“If you really want to ward ‘em off, you know what we should do.”

“Ex-fuckin’-scuse me?”

“Yes or no. Be quick.”

And then, Zelos has about two seconds to recognize the flash of determination set in Lloyd’s eyes for what it is before Lloyd clumsily grabs his face with both hands and pulls him in. At that moment, Zelos discovers another thing:

Lloyd’s never kissed before.

The guy’s real bad at it. Has no finesse whatsoever. Really messy with his lips and bumps his nose against Zelos’ as he tries to tilt his head at a better angle. Stinky breath; what, did he just stuff his mouth full of sour cream and onion chips during his late class or something? Disgusting. Salty. Actually, kinda addicting?

Weird.

Zelos tilts into it when Lloyd gives a tiny, hitched gasp. His nerves light up. Belatedly, he realizes that was his own fault—his fingers have curled into the skin of Lloyd’s hip, pushing up his sweatshirt until it bunches over the back of his hand.

When finally they break apart, breath hot against one another’s faces, Zelos turns his face to the side.

Whoever it was that was following Lloyd is gone.

Good. Didn’t want them to even reach our dorms, anyway.

“Zelos! Lloyd! Th-that was—”

Oh.

Zelos turns to his other side. He almost forgot Colette was there, but when he sees her, there are stars in her eyes. Like, near-legitimate stars. He’s never known blue could turn so cosmic at night, like spinning nebulas are spanning the length of her mind.

“What?” Zelos asks innocently, straightening up and pushing both hands in his sweatpants pockets, now. “You’ve seen me do that in class all the time, Colette.”

“Y-yeah, but—” Colette stutters and her face steams up again. She squeaks out, hands fisted in front of her collar, “—not with my best friend!”

Oh.

Yeah.

There was that.

“That was…” She tries again, but seems to be at a loss for words. When Colette looks to Lloyd, Lloyd looks back at her, dazed and still so, so red.

Actually, to hell with it. Red looks great on him.

“Well, it worked, so you’re welcome.” Zelos shrugs. “Successfully delivered the age-old, ‘you’ll have to go through me,’ and ‘this one’s taken,’ message across to that creep, for what it’s worth. They shouldn’t bother you again, but if they do…well, you know who to reach out to.”

“Thanks,” Lloyd murmurs.

Zelos takes a step back and bows extravagantly.

“We should, uh…” Lloyd looks around at this side of campus—probably unfamiliar to him—and scratches the back of his head. “We should keep going, right? Your guys’ dorm is further on. Colette, are you sure you’re fine if I…?”

“What? Yeah—yes. That’s fine! I still have your toothbrush from last time.”

Oh, to be young and in love and so dumb as to not even realize it.

“Do you, um—” Colette breaks off and if possible, her face is even redder. “Zelos, would you want to come with us?”

“Uh, I have to.” Zelos gives Colette a funny, patient look. “We’re in the same dorm hall, honey.”

“Oh—no—yes—of course—but I mean—”

And then it dawns on Zelos in that funny, crawling kind of way. Slowly, like the first rays of the sun as it peeks over the horizon. And then it warms him, starting from some point in the center of the top of his head and spreading down across his skin and low to his feet and he hedges out a laugh that’s as bewildered as it is—admittedly—just a bit flustered.

“You want me to crash your little slumber party?” he asks with a lifted brow. She can’t be serious.

Colette says, “You wouldn’t be crashing it!” at the same time as Lloyd finally catches on and bursts, “Hey, yeah! That’s a great idea! Colette’s got a corner room to herself and the bottom bunk’s a futon that can fold out and it’s really comfy. C’mon, Zelos. You’ll love it!”

Zelos has every idea that these two oblivious fools are going to be the death of him.

But then he finds himself somehow—incredibly—nodding—and he supposes he must be the biggest fool of all. Is he actually agreeing to this?

“Yay!” Colette cheers and claps her hands and Zelos supposes he is.

How did he get here?

#bad things happen bingo #bthb #symphonia #lloyd irving #colette brunel #zelos wilder #fanfic: lloyd #fanfic: colette #fanfic: zelos #get through me #this is supposed to be angsty but uh #i guess the tone got away from me #threat of danger but zelos is here #and i love these three v much #mod krissey #mod krissey writes a thing

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