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#;sing nonomori seasons lit with gold (bransles ; octavo)
wolfvirago · 3 years
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@bransles​ -  s.c
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“Did I ever tell you about my brother?” The question comes suddenly, her hands busy with dicing the mushrooms needed for their dinner. The merry crackling of the fire under the pot was a familiar sound, soothing her enough to delve into previously uncharted, emotional waters.
“I have an older brother...” (Had.) “His name was Haruki... He was older than me, 4 years.’
For awhile, she was quiet, before smiling a little.
“I think you would’ve been his type.”
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wolfvirago · 3 years
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unprompted asks [always accepting]
@bransles​ said: "for whatever reason, there exists this belief that the veil between this world and the whatever one where spirits exist becomes weaker," idle chatter as he sets up candles and snaps the wicks between his fingers, igniting them in purple flame, "personally, i believe whomever came up with that was full of it." this was one of octavo's stranger pastimes, for sure. communicating with spirits simply came with the territory. "that said, hyrule does have a lot of spirits that linger around. sometimes it is nice to hear their story, their memories of hyrule, their wisdom — whatever they have to offer." candles are all set up! they give a rather nice, cool glow in the otherwise dark ruins of what once was a home, it seemed. "oh, the candles are just for ambience, by the way. they do not actually do anything."
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The shifter watched with great interest, her eyes gleaming, reflecting the light of each candle as they were lit. It seemed as if she had been bathed in their glow, drawn to the power that was held hidden within. Waiting.
“The veil... I have seen it.” Robin never told anyone, just her brother, many many years ago. “Back when I was small. It was around this time, I think. I didn’t see it for very long, though, so I guess we have to be quick.”
The breeze filters through a window, caressing blonde locks, tussling them in soft waves. The curls remained firm.
At the mention of the candles not doing a thing, she snorted, hand clasped over her mouth as the giggles worked their way through her system. It really was fun, dealing with Octavo’s artistic quirks and his little jabs at expectation. Never a dull moment.
“Regardless, I hope you know what you are doing, friend.”
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wolfvirago · 3 years
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& .˚      found  family  prompts.     (   it is a very loved dynamic so here are some memes to go wild with it.  these are mainly fluff, supportive and some emotional ones.  to reverse the action prompts,  send ( prompt ) +  ) [accepting] [x]
@bransles​ said:  “ i’m here, i promise . ”
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“You still don’t know what is coming, do you?” Robin hugged herself, hands shaking. She had long thought that her anxiety, her fears of the future would have disappeared when she found the euphoria of sunlight. Yes, she was braver, stronger than ever. But it wasn’t enough.
“The Calamity. It’s just the same as the creature that killed my mother, my father. Every person in my family, dead. I was the only one in centuries who has performed the ritual, has gotten their true powers. And yet...”
Her voice shook, and she looked at Octavo, eyes gleaming through the darkness. Her veins pulsed gold, giving her such a dull aura even in the night.
“I’m frightened.”
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wolfvirago · 3 years
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send “✉️” to read a handwritten letter my muse sent to yours. [accepting]
@bransles​ said:  ✉️ sticks my ass out
My dear friend Octavo,
How are things? They must be far quieter without me there. Then again, you never could resist filling silence with music, whether it was humming or that you were working with Bokoblins, haha. I still remember how proud you looked when you got the spell to work!
You know, I don’t really want to be gone from you for too long. To be honest, I haven’t had a friend like you for a long time. It feels like a century.
In fact... 
I should have told you this in person. But I couldn’t. And when we see each other again, whenever that will be, feel free to scold me like you do when I try to ride an elk stag to the stables.
You see, Octavo, I’ve been alive a very long time. Longer than your parents, your grandparents, even their great grandparents. But it wasn’t until you met me that I truly began living. I’m only here, still fighting, because I want to know what went wrong 100 years ago in the Battle of Calamity, I want to set it right. 
You and the rest of the good people deserve it. I just hope when I find my mother’s things, they will help me.
Please try not to worry yourself sick over me. While the image of you pale and fanning yourself like a duchess of the old Hyrule (just like when that Korok scared you, remember?) makes me laugh, I’d be a better swordsman if I knew you were proud.
So chin up. I’ll see you soon,
Robin
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wolfvirago · 3 years
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unprompted ask or a meme I lost track of [accepting]
@bransles​ said:  "there are SO many frogs over here."
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Says nothing. Robin just sits, hoping that Octavo won’t notice. Just keep watching the frogs, boy, just watch the frogs...
Rrrrrrrribbit.
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She keeps her jaws clamped shut. No, you totally didn’t just hear a ribbit coming from her mouth. Nope.
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wolfvirago · 3 years
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Send 👌 For a Random Headcanon Between Your Muse and Mine [accepting]
@bransles​ said:  👌👌
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While it isn’t exactly reasonable for her age, Robin will still try to make bets with Octavo. One such incident being when they found the Korok by diving through a strangely shaped formation of lily pads. Another being “Do you think I can sneak up on this horse and tame it?” The answer had been yes, but she fell off, dirtying her clothes in the mud. Octavo probably teases her about it, claiming her wolfishness scared the horse off.
I like to think that they both share a sort of kinship in coming from homes that would never know of their success stories. Robin lost her family, Octavo left his. In those moments of fragility, she might close down, but when it’s Octavo needing the comfort, she lends a quiet shoulder to rest upon.
Also Robin probably teaches Octavo the lullabies and songs she grew up hearing.
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wolfvirago · 3 years
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send me “don’t let your memes be dreams” to get a playlist of our muses as memes [accepting]
@bransles​ said:  DONT LET YOUR MEMES BE DREAMS
1. bubblegum k.k 2. no music (aka robin protecting octavo in situations) 3. why are you gae? 4. robin and octavo try to complete a song together 5. octavo gets more than he bargained for with robin’s backstory 6. dramatic gays 7. kazoo sessions 8. both of them could be this guy 9. obligatory music related meme 10. second obligatory music related meme
extra: robin  is filming, octavo is the drummer
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wolfvirago · 2 years
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@bransles  - meme time
1. it’s tough being hero
2. don’t.
3. stop rushing me
4. downtown
5. robin and octavo witnessing some bullshit
6. the snowstorm can’t get us here---
7. pound it!
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wolfvirago · 2 years
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✦ | Winter Themed Sentence Starters [accepting] [x]
@bransles​ said:  ❝ Do you want to build a snowman? ❞
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The wolf laughed, long and loud, at the sudden question. Not at Octavo, of course, but because the question had been so sudden! 
“Do we even have what we need?” She could probably find rocks for the eyes and smile, but she didn’t exactly have a scarf or hat to spare for the poor snowman-to-be. Her spare clothes were still packed inside the stables they were staying in, awaiting their time to be washed and dried before departure for their next adventure.
Regardless, Robin supposed they could get along fine with whatever they could scavenge. Anything if it meant having some fun after weeks of traveling by foot.
“Okay. Do you want to start on the base or should I?”
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wolfvirago · 3 years
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@bransles​ liked for a randomized lyric starter [x]
song: x
“Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground) Without no seams nor needle work (Bedclothes the child of the mountain) Then she'll be a true love of mine. (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)” 
The lyrics come as easily a snow in the midst of a winter storm, her voice traveling over the fields. Storm, her mare, nickers, as if upset that her owner would stop singing. Robin just laughs, patting the thick silvery neck. She’s reminded then that the mare could use a run through a stream or something, fur riddled with dust.
“I think that’s how it went.”
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