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moonraccoon-exe · 5 years

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Friend!!!!!! You're back! I missed your updates on my dashboard... I'm glad you aced those exams, raccoonie. You're a smart raccoonie so I didn't expect any less from you 💖💖 I hope you're doing okay and resting up!! And welcome back 😊😊

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IT U!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT MY BUDDY DREAMY, IT BE THE FANTASTIC, MOST PHENOMENAL, ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL AND INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL DREAMY IN MY INBOX!!!!!!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM DREAMY I MISSED YOU SO MUCH, I LEFT FOR THE WEEK WITHOUT REPLYING TO YOU ON PMS AND I WAS LIKE AHAHDKG KJADG *THROWS A TANTRUM* DREAMYYYYYYYYYYY AND THEN I CAME BACK AND U HERE!!!!!!!!! U AROUND AND U TOOK THE TIME TO DROP BY MY INBOX AND YOU’VE MADE ME ABSOLUTELY HAPPY OMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA AKSFJDGL I’M SO HAPPY AND I’M I’M- I’M A LITTLE BALL OF FLUFF BOUNCING ALL ACROSS THE ROOM AT ROCKET SPEED FROM THE JOY BECAUSE OMG DREAMY IT U HEWWO I LUV YA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

I BE BACK, YUSH!!!!

Lemme just add a keep reading real quick, aye :3

Aaaw….saying that you missed my updates in your dash makes me feel all HNNHGHN GHNFGJHNFGH GNKHLFSFSKLDJGF *IMPLODES AND EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME*

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THAT IS SO SPECIAL TO ME AKLSJDFALKGJ MOSTLY BECAUSE I SOMETIMES FEEL I’M SPAMMING OTHERS AND I MEAN that’s fine for those that want FFXV 24/7 but then there’s my followers like you that I think “omg they’re not THAT interested but they don’t want to make me feel bad by unfollowing aklsdjk i’m sorry” SO THE FACT THAT YOU’RE SAYING TAHT YOU MISSED MY UPDATES???????? OMG. *CLUTCHES CHEST AND DROPS TO KNEES* MY HEART. IT IS SO FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

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Thank you about my exams, too!! It takes some brain, but it’s mostly practical ability what’s required. Well, more like, being good at the braining part is helpful, but what’s more required is the practical side, but thankfully I did fantastic!! Thank you SO MUCH for being so kind and so sweet and for saying such beautiful things about me, Dreamy, aah… ;A; I really appreciate it so much. Even more so coming from you. You’re a very good person and you’re so kindhearted and so nice, I’m really touched that you dropped by to say such beautiful things about me. Thank you so much… :’)

I’m doing okay and trying to rest, yah! There’s something going on because I’m constantly VERY tired even though I sleep more than well enough (indeed, maybe a bit too much I admit ajlksdjfg), but Imma try and figure out what’s that keeping me so exhausted all day OTL But other than that, I’m doing GREAT, thank you so much!!!! >3

AND THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR SAYING WELCOME BACK ALKSJDFD GKJAKLFJDA KF GJAFKLGJ OMG THANK YOOOOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

Really, thank you so so much, Dreamy. I’m glad to be back and I’m glad to get to reply to you!!!

How have you been, friend? I hope you’ve been doing good and better. You know you have my good wishes with you, always. Aye? :3

DREAMY MY SWEET MUFFIN

I wish you the best, and I hope you’re having a MOST BEAUTIFUL night and that you shall have a MOST FANTASTIC rest of the week, my dear friend!!! HUGGLES RACCOOGLES FOR YOU, MY BUDDY!!! (ﾉ´ з `)ノ♡

#dreamyblossoms #coonreplies

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likeappletrees · 7 years

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@dreamyblossoms i absolutely do not feel qualified to judge ignis’ dental alignment but i feel like i’ve stared at enough pictures of his face to have noticed by now??

#dreamyblossoms #replying on mobile is not easy but an effort was made

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ravissant-xxiv · 4 years

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If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself! Let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

thanks @miniminiminseok for tagging me! :P

1. i like the sound of the voice when people just woke up

2. Cat is my spiritual animal

3. i like when summer is about to finish and air starts to get chill and i need to wear lightweight sweaters. (wow this one was really specific lol)

i tag

@guccsthetic @xiuminscheeks @dreamyblossoms @honeybeeloey :3

#tag game #text #sending good vibes to you !!

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raufnirsramblings · 7 years

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Black Citadel (working title)

Yesterday this happened in a rush of inspiration! Huge thanks to @vege-tali for her unwavering enthusiasm and support!! I’d also like to thank @dreamyblossoms for chatting about one character (who will get more air time later I think). I’ve got a lot of this blocked out in my mind already, and there’s backstory for all four main characters as introduced here. If you want to know more, comment or inbox me!

“Doesn’t all that racket disturb your studies?” the young woman giggled as she approached his table.

Books and parchment, scrolls, and even some rare clay tablets from the restricted section covered the carved table so densely it might have taken an archaeologist six weeks to dig to the bottom.

“I like this corner,” he said without looking up at her or glancing at the latticed window which hung open to his left. On the cool breeze that drifted in across a stone sill, the clang and ring of half a hundred practice swords reached their ears. After a moment though he shot her a sidelong glance and a smirk. “Usually I don’t get disturbed way back here in the stacks.”

Silver-grey eyes flashed at her, expression sharper than those steel blades below, but she only chuckled and awkwardly began to drag a heavy, carved wooden chair away from the table. The chair’s feet dragged on cold flagstones and howled raucously in the quiet of the library, but she didn’t care. She needed to get it out of the way in order for her wheelchair to pull close to the table. It was a fairly dainty thing, much smaller than the one the Magisters had found for her when she’d first arrived at the castle. Kae had had a hand in redesigning it with her. Some days she didn’t need it, and crutches would do, but today was not such a day. “Your eyesight’s bad enough already, Kae,” she scoffed, running her hand through her short, blonde hair, as if that would have had any effect on the way it sat on her head like a small bird’s nest.

Kae squinted comically at her. “You know, it’s funny,” he said, tapping his dip pen against the sharp line of his jaw, “I thought I heard an annoying little chirping, but… well… I can’t see anything, so it must be a figment of my imagination.”

She thumped him hard on the top of his lean arm. “Do you even know what time it is, smartarse?” Her eyes glittered dangerously, and he licked his lips. “You were supposed to meet with Magister Gerrome in the North Tower two hours ago.”

That made him sit up and shut up. “Shit.”

She laughed again, a bright sound like burnished gold, and sat back in the chair with her hands behind her head while he scrabbled frantically to put away his small writing kit. His ink-stained hands fretted to close the books, leaving them in a precarious stack. He towered over her as he pushed his chair back and stood. After grabbing his books and the inlaid ivory writing box, he turned to face her, peering down from his six foot height. With a hasty smile, he grinned shyly. “Thanks, Fyna.”

“You’re welcome, paper-brain!” she called after him as he raced out of the library like some young buck startled from the sanctuary of a meadow. A fourth year journeyman of the Black Citadel ought to have learned some of the grace of the High Accepted by now, but somehow that all seemed to pass him by. Most things seemed to pass Kae by. He was happy as long as he had his research and his peace and quiet. Lessons with the Masters seemed little more than an inconvenience to the bright young mage.

She shook her head fondly as his pewter grey cloak, hemmed with yellow to denote his cloister, billowed behind him on his ungainly exit. She had only just earned that grey cloak herself, choosing a cloister which would allow her to specialise after the general training of novice-hood. It was an archaic system, but then again, the Black Citadel had been training mages in that fashion, sorting them according to their various strengths and interests, for thousands of years. She’d risen from the white cloak of a novice to the grey of a journeyman only a year ago. Kae should be on the verge of taking the test for a black cloak of his own soon, that was, if he could stop and remember his duties and obligations for half a moment.

Kae Erranyn was beautiful enough to pass as a prince from any fairy-tale, or at least he would have been if he didn’t stoop quite so much over his books, and if he didn’t squint at the spider-scrawl handwriting of ancient loremasters for hours at a time. The tomes he favoured were so dusty they were practically a health hazard, though the lack of light he studied by was likely to bite him long before the dust clogged his lungs. His scruffy hair, perpetually unkempt and caught somewhere between long and short, was so black it seemed to glow blue in certain lights. Those silver eyes had the graceful, upward slant of a southerner from Myrrath, and he had the soft, lyrical accent and smooth, tanned skin to match.

Fyna, by contrast, was short, wiry, and, despite her apparent weaknesses, was in fact tough as old boots. Her freckled face split into a grin as she shook her head. “Oh Kae,” she chortled. “Magister Gerrome’s gonna be so pissed – you’ll be washing pots in the kitchens with the novices for a month,” she chuckled. “If you’re lucky…”

Idly she flipped open one of the covers of the books he’d left behind and scowled. From what she could translate of the title, which wasn’t much since it was written in ancient Kaelish, and in iron gall ink that had corroded most of the paper away anyway, she thought it was about the now-mythic art of weaving. She shook her head. Magic based on runes and geometry she could get her head around. Numbers and energy equations lay themselves down at her feet like pilgrims before a shine. Those were the principles around which all modern magic was centred. That was what people came to the Black Citadel mages for. Weaving was an ancient art so long forgotten that most dismissed it as nothing more than fluff and bedtime stories for impressionable children.

The ring of the swords in the practice yard below rose once more through her consciousness, and she pushed closer to the low casement, peering out. Through the distorted glass of the mullions, she watched the Greycloak squires training, acting out their forms and steps until their arms must have ached, and then some.

She sighed. “None of you will ever be contracted to me,” she sighed, glancing down at her legs. “Not like this.” Turning away from the window with a sigh she’d long ago promised herself she’d never give again, she headed back down to the workshops. Machines and clocks, practical instruments and devices were her kind of magic. Warded chests for kings and councilmen, runed safes for bankers, great lifting cranes for dock workers: that was where her heart lay. Not in the dusty tomes of long-forgotten loremasters. There was a reason that Kae was in Ankar, a cloister devoted to history and research, while her cloister was Furlocke. The pounding rumble of the drop hammer and the roar of the blast furnaces were where she felt at home. Libraries were eerie places; too quiet, too still, too… dead. She shivered.

Kae flew out of the library building and bolted across the yard, sticking to the shadows of the keep wall and avoiding the pairs of young soldiers and squires training in the yard. The Black Citadel had trained its Greycloaks beside the mages for millennia, but he had no time to dwell on the history of the partnership between warrior and mage. Not with the thought of Magister Gerrome pacing his study, yanking his forked beard with long fingers, those ice-blue eyes boring a hole in the floor tiles of his study.

One of those young Greycloaks, leaning casually against the stable wall on the far side of the courtyard looked up as he saw the tall figure sprinting towards the North Tower. He chuckled to himself at the sight of a mage, usually such a calm and composed lot, hurtling across the courtyard with all the grace of a startled goose.

The short redhead beside him scoffed and tugged at her braid without realising she was doing it. “What d’you think he’s done?” she asked, nodding at the young man.

The Greycloak beside her flipped a short throwing knife in his hand without looking down at it. He had the piercing golden eyes of a hawk, and he watched the boy steadily with a soft smirk on his lips. The mage could have been no older than the handsome trainee soldier was at sixteen, though he might have been a year younger. The journeyman’s height did add months to his age though. “Dunno,” he grinned. “I have seen him around the citadel before,” he added. “Always seems halfway to somewhere else in his mind, you know?”

The girl stretched an arm over her head with a grunt. “Whatever he’s done, he’s balls-deep in cow shit with no rope to pull him out.”

The Greycloak laughed and somehow the knife seemed to disappear up his sleeve, or perhaps back into a coat pocket. Atla always seemed to have one of those neat little phrases tucked up her sleeve like one of his knives. He pushed himself off the wall, his muscular body moving with an elegance that spoke volumes of his strength. He tied his shoulder-length brown hair back with a strip of leather and turned to look down at the girl. “You fancy training together for a bit?” he asked.

She grinned wolfishly and punched him hard on his bicep, dodging out of the way of his returning blow with the speed of a sparrow. “If you think you can face the shame of losing again, Tomas!” she cackled.

“I figure it’s worth a shot,” he retorted playfully. “Come on… First to land three blows.”

“First to three hits,” she agreed, glancing back at him over her shoulder as she walked away. “Done.” She wore tight buckskin leggings and a long linen shift that barely kissed her hips, lashed around the waist by a simple belt. Long red hair hung down her back in a plait as thick as a ship’s rope, and green eyes glittered. She was the envy of half the women in the Greycloaks, and the object of many a young man’s fantasy. Not that she paid much of it any mind.

The pair moved away towards a quieter corner of the yard, the young scholar forgotten as they chose practice swords from the rack of dulled steel weapons and circled around each other.

Shouts and catcalls rose as the other pairs noticed them, and they drew a small crowd. Cries of “Atla!” and “Tomas!” rang out, accompanied by the clink of coin and the shaking of hands.

The moment Kae stepped into the North Tower, all sound from the training yard was extinguished behind him as surely as though he’d lost his hearing. His ears rang and he shook his head unconsciously. In all the years he’d been a journeyman, he’d still never become accustomed to the wards placed around the Magisters’ Tower.

Magister Gerrome’s study sat at the end of a short corridor, and as he knocked on the door, his blood roared in his ears. He raised his knuckles and rapped on the door, heart sinking.

“Enter.”

He pushed the door open, head bowed, cheeks blushing. “Magister Gerrome, I –” his voice died in his throat at the look he received as the middle aged Magister whipped around, ice blue eyes fierce. His sinking heart hit the bottom of his stomach and still tried to keep on going. “I’m sorry.”

#fantasy #fantasy story #mages #mage story #magic #hopefully it's not too derivative and tropey #ace female character #disabled character #soldiers #I have all this mapped out #i got totally carried away with this new story yesterday #hope you like it!#i know you followed me for fanfic #but here's some original writing #raufnir's original fiction #original writing #fantasy fiction #please be nice to me about it

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gg-astrology · 5 years

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Ajdjskf hello friend!! I know you might be bogged down with asks atm but I was wondering what you think about someone with a sagittarius sun and cancer moon? It doesn't have to be a whole lot 🤧 also is it okay if I rant about something too? Kind of get something off my chest lol I hope you're doing okay and had a good say today! 💕💕💕

Hello friend!! 💕💕 Don’t worry I want to collect em’ combinations 💕💕

[Below Cut: Sagittarius Sun - Cancer Moon 🌘]

Most noticeable thing for me about this placement is their curiosity, it’s because they’re incredible learners -- often retaining information and absorbing things quickly it makes them curious characters for me

They’re not like-- outright about it, they’re the type to sit you down and show interest in what you’re saying. Engaged listeners, they truly have the ability to both care and be practical about it at the same time.

Will repeat what you said to you and try to clarify, they’re the type to learn things quickly step-by-step. As long as the core foundation is good, they feel confident in exploring/making up explorations themselves

I think they’re similar to Geminis when they’re like this. But less flippant or candid, Sagittarius/Cancer are a little more subtle. A little more observant of other people, they learn how to read information from others as well as process whether they should believe it or not at the same time.

Self-study is a thing like, these people can often be very resourceful. The type to utilize the Library or find places/people they can gain context from.

These people are pretty flexible people, often receptive to new information and social climate. These people eyes light up when they discover new areas of exploration/studies, and although they approach it with fascination-- they like to keep pace with themselves and try to work through it with quiet determination/intrigue.

This is because they’re daring but also astute, they’re freedom-loving but also intuitive. They’re careful--- often looking left and right before making a decision. But they’re also inventive and creative. They like to tie these things together in a neat little package. Underneath their curious/love-learning nature is their emotionality and fluidity to their persona. Which makes them really stable and emotionally receptive friend (feels self-assured, like they can hold themselves dependable and thus makes people come to them)

Their emotionality is often their strongest point, because it gives them good judgement on people they surround themselves with. Intuitively, they’re pretty sharp. Can pick up someone with an ulterior/bad motive from a while away. Their self-preservation is incredible, but it might not be a good thing all the time since they may be too careful/cautious and lose opportunities with people socially (who aren’t going to wait for them).

How they feel about something/someone is part of their survival instinct, they know when/how to utilize it best (people who are untrustworthy or is going to let them down).

They might not like to ill-prepared, they get queasy/sick when they’re completely blind-sided by something someone else throws at them and ‘expect’ them to do well (like an unexpected presentation, etc)

They don’t want to look bad in front of people, disappointing others feels like letting themselves down. They want to be more than that, which is why they work hard to be firmer, grasp better at certain things so they can help. They want to put their best foot forward always.

It’s mostly to do with how their heart is. They have a good heart, but Cancer Moon likes to be emotionally in-control even when they’re FEELING so much emotions.

It’s this good-hearted nature in them that they exude tranquility to others around them, yet at the same time. It can also be holding them back.

They exercise a lot of caution because of this emotional Cancer, not letting themselves (their Sag) get too far ahead or behind. They don’t like losing focus, yet at the same time they fear they’ll get out of hands.

It can feel restraining to the person, walking at their own pace feeling at their own time. Yet they fear a lot of things, in the past and future because they want to be themselves/have autonomy/be in control. So a lot of the time, the leash they keep on their Sagittarius gets tighter and tighter until they pull back into themselves completely.

They may often feel like they have high ideals, romanticism nature to them because of Sagittarius’s hopeful nature and Cancer’s receptivity to ideas. Alot of people in these placements feel like their head is in the clouds-- and that’s when the Cancer Moon feels threatened and tries to loop the Sagittarius in closer to itself.

The problem isn’t with the idealizing of things, or feeling hopeful/optimistic about certain situations. It’s that they can get complacent with themselves, often settling for less than what they deserve because they don’t want to ‘get too high up in the clouds’.

Their insights and sound judgement aren’t compromised because of their high ideals-- it’s compromised because they restrict themselves. They’re highly sensitive, and this can backfire on them because they tend to think they’re delusional, they’re illusions, they’re taking things too far maybe?

They put themselves down without realizing it because they’d rather be the one to cut their own legs than let anybody else cut theirs (again, fear of people’s expectations and living up to said expectations)

Recognizing that this is part of their sensitivity, part of their emotional fear helps them also realize that it’s not very good for them. It’s not very practical for them is it? And it doesn’t allow them to grow (complacency by self-imposed fears)

Thus they can’t give themselves the credit they deserve because they’re acting like a 🤡 about it.

Paranoia is paranoia--- don’t let it control you. Sometimes identifying fears, emotionality and the worst part of your emotionality that’s inflicting your fears/control issues should be addressed (whenever you’re ready).

If the person works on taking away their complacency, their allowing these things to happen to them (may just need a good hard sitting down -bluntly and talking to from a trusted friend/person)

They will have a ‘waking up’ moment and get their shit together (for a while, anyways).

Get a good friend, a practical friend. Let them smack some senses into you. Usually, having different perspective that are less emotional than yours is without all the fluffer and sensitivity issues you have, would generally help with you reaching out to other people and curbing these fears.

If the Sag/Cancer wants a ‘waking up’ moment so much, they’ll have to learn how to activate it/methods for doing so.

I hope this is good 💕💕 And helpful for you!! 💕💕 Good luck with everything!! 💕💕

#Sagittarius Sun #Cancer Moon #Sagittarius-Cancer #dreamyblossoms #asks

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years

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OH MY GOD THE BOYFRIEND CONCEPT WAS SO CUTE!! (and that smut.... hot damn) Also super fitting that he would be into boyfriend concept too LOL damnit you did it, shanna. You have elevated my already high standards for romance yet again sjdnsmdjsk

aksjdflkas eeeeeee THANK YOU FOR READING! I am so happy you enjoyed The Boyfriend Concept TT and HE WOULD, WOULDN’T HE? Park Jimin is The Boyfriend Concept. LOL thank you so much for this lovely message, sending you all the love!!

#dreamyblossoms #asks #The Boyfriend Concept

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moonraccoon-exe · 7 years

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Imagine Regis and Clarus sitting together in the Amicitia manor (because Regis needs a break from serving people sometimes, and Clarus is the perfect person to give him that space) listening to old songs on Clarus's turntable. Regis eventually falls asleep exhausted from the long days from all his duties. Clarus smiles to himself and Iris, who was looking for her dad, finds him tucking the king in bed and kissing him on the forehead. She ends up leaving them alone :')) #regclarforthewin

I don’t even

* ugly gasp*

I don’t even need to add anything else, this is PERFECT as it is. Ohmygod, I don’t know if I want to react to this with overdramatic gifs or if I should comment or if I should turn this into a little fic because IT’S SO FLUFFY. DearAstrals, my heart ACHES only in the beautiful feelings from this, I’m not able to stand this quantity of fluff, I’m just-

*bawls*

The mental image is so pure, dear Astrals, I’m loving this.

Imagine Clarus didn’t see him fall asleep, he found Regis like that.

Like, both were sat at the living room, enjoying some conversation, but mostly the music. Silence between the two are usual and terribly comfortable; no need for words to grow a bond. So they stay quiet, Regis on the comfy chair that Clarus insisted he sat at, and the Shield at the sofá nearby.

It’s a soft opera. Both like the arts, so it’s a nice thing to stay quiet and hear the tenor go with ancient Lucian singing. None say a word; it’s already night but it’s not what you’d say “late” just yet. The first section finishes, and both men smile. Regis had the eyes softly closed and the head resting against a hand, but that he widens a smile when the song finishes has it clear he’s awake.

“I think the coffee’s ready. I’ll be right back.”

Clarus sees Regis nod at him, but keeping the eyes closed. The Shield guesses it’s just his friend trying to not lose focus on the opera, as if he’s mentally picturing the theatre, the singer, the orchestra, everything, so he lets him be and quietly leaves towards the kitchen.

Only when he arrives there he remembers he could have asked Jared to bring him the cups, and he smiles when he realizes he forgot about his Lord status. It’s amazing, he thinks, that the same person that makes him forget he’s the King’s second-hand is the king himself. With Regis there’s no titles or lands or names or duties; it’s just a pair of friends listening to music and talking, preparing a pair of cups of coffee. He forgets he has servants. He forgets about his wealth and name. He’s not Amicitia. He’s just Clarus, bringing coffee to his friend Regis, who also doesn’t have a name besides just that. Regis. Reg. Reggy.

Clarus takes the pair of cups and starts heading back to the living room. He enters and opens the mouth to say something, but he shuts himself before he can make any sound when he sees Regis.The younger man still has the head against a weakly-done fist, but it’s gone down in total physical relaxation; his eyes are closed, and his tummy grows with every soft, slow breath he takes in, heavier than a normal pace.

The opera’s still sounding, and despite the trumpets and the high pitched note from the tenor, Regis reacts in nothing. This is his absolute favorite part of the musical piece; still, he offers no reaction to it.

Clarus, at first, only blinks and stays still in his place. But he soon smiles, realizing the coffee arrived too late. So he leaves the cups at the table and reaches for his king, softly, and leans down to see his face; eyes closed and expression calm.

“Even kings need a rest, you know that?” he whispers to the sleeping man. “You work too hard, Reggy. Be selfish for once.”

Despite the age, Clarus has yet not lost his strenght; that it has weakened, perhaps. But he could still lead an army or stand first-row in a fight. Carrying his king was absolutely no troubles at all. Besides, Regis, despite his worked-out body from youth, stayed relatively small and slender when growing up. The power he lent to the Crystal made him physically age faster, so he had come to lose some weight; he was easy to carry around. The only detail that troubled Clarus was the worry on hoping he wouldn’t make his king’s knee hurt enough to wake him, but that doesn’t happen when he pulls him into his arms.

He adjustes Regis a bit so his head doesn’t fall back too roughly, nesting him in his arms, and he smiles down at him for a second before starting to walk, exiting the living room and leaving the music on. Somebody would take care of that later.

Clarus reaches for his own room. He opens the dual doors of the ancient Amicitia’s Lord-Chambers and heads for the bed, walking as quietly as he can manage, without going especially slow. He gently sits Regis on it, only to free a hand and pull the blankets down, before carrying his king again and lying him down very carefully. Clarus takes a bit of his time on the duty; like Regis is made of fragile glass and one false step, a single inch badly positioned could break him, the Shield makes sure to be as careful as never before when placing him down, before pulling the blankets up.

Iris had been about to half-yell for her dad’s attention and whether he knew where her Moogle plush doll was, but she swallowed her own words as soon as she came through the half-opened door of her dad’s bedroom. She, by reflex, takes a step back to half-hide behind the doors, looking at the inside, curious.

Clarus is busy tucking the king in his bed; making sure the blankets are warming him, wrapping him in them while being careful to not shake him much. King Regis had never had such a relaxed expression, Iris notices; he’s sleeping like a log.

The Shield, once done, is sat at the edge of the bed, in a similar way, Iris remembers quietly, to the times he tucked her in bed after a short story of his young days (most made up and extremely soaked in fantasy, for there was no other way to satisfy her curiosity). Except it’s also different; it’s the same visual scenario, but the air to it has a different kind of love.

But it’s love, nonetheless. So she, smiling widely, decides that it’s best to pretend nothing happened, and leaves through the hallway.

Clarus, on his side, is too busy staring at Regis for only a small moment to have heard the steps outside. He smiles at the sleeping king, adoring to see him calm, appreciating he’s relaxed, loving that he’s finally taking a break. He realizes how tired and wrinkled Regis’ fave has come to become, and he can’t help but feel a pinch of sadness in his heart. The Crystal demands too much from Regis…and while it is not a Must to feed it, Regis still does. For his kingdom, sure. But for his people, mostly.

The love of a king, so misunderstood. So unseen, shadowed by one or two “bad” decisions he had to make in the past. People not understanding that for one “bad” decision, there were a hundred good ones. People not seeing how much Regis physically suffered and struggled to keep them safe and sound.

Clarus thanks to see him sleep. It feels like years since he last saw it happen first-hand. So the feelings in his heart can’t help it, and he reaches closer.

A hand caresses Regis’ grey hair and pulls it away of his forehead for a moment, so that Clarus can press a little kiss to it. Quiet but not short; innocent but not shy. Long lasting, the kiss tries to channel all the affection nested in his heart, and he pulls away as quietly as before.

“Please, have good dreams, Regis” he whispers. “Nightmares won’t come. I’ll stay on watch to make sure. It’s my duty after all, isn’t it? To keep you safe.”

Regis doesn’t hear that, despite the distance of mere inches. But he does; he has good dreams.

#what #have you done #dreamyblossoms #YOU TRIGGERED ME #I WAS NOT-#*heavy breath*#I...actually...regret nothing #BUT HOW YA DID THAT #i was typing a small response i was not-#how did you-#dksjflfogjdfkalsdfjkdg #regclar #regis x clarus #i breathe for this ship

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