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" You seem bothered... "
"A normal reaction given your staring."
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happy birthday u deserve the world
🗡 thank you! and with this the world was bestowed unto me, everyone has a strict bedtime now.
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Hello, you're probably reading this. Good! It's my pinned.
Please, take a seat and get comfortable, you'll be here a while down in the darkness. While you're at it, please take a look at my;
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"DO YOU BELIEVE IN PEACE?" as soon as the question slipped from between crimson lips, xayah gritted her teeth in preparation. it was meant to be a challenge, her tone grated, but she realized it sounded so POETIC. thinking too deeply was such a bore. rakan often told her she was too s u r f a c e level, and it agonized her to know he was right.
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@tacetferrum gives a Cryptic deadpan stare.
A mirrored, unmoving glare is thrown back. Were they sizing each other up? Silently communicating?
It's an intense staring competition either way.
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Staring.
Has full armor penetration.
there goes my zhonyas i guess.
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" Is the poetry idle spewing with no true meaning, or are they proverbs? Is there a point to playing with words in such a way beyond the artistic veil? "
"The point is visceral to the reader; only his eyes can be privy to the secrets that lurk between each line. Poetry is as deeply personal as it is communal. Such liberty, it offers, when it strips us of 'right' answers..." He muses in turn, lips creasing with the ghost of a smile.
"Of course, to access that, one would first need to hone their reading skills."
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Doesn't look happy to see her.
"Aw love, what's wrong?" Her lips curve into a smile, inviting -- sure, but it doesn't seem all that pleasant. "I can make your day better."
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Picking her up.
"A-AH?! T-TALON... uh... Hi, you are back... Welcome back."
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He's looking straight ahead-- almost as if he refuses to look down to acknowledge her.
Qiyana chews on the inside of her cheek, just barely avoiding the urge to tell the stranger off for such impolite behavior when standing close to royalt—
"Rude," comes the mumble.
Perhaps the urge wasn't avoided.
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“I swear, I heard something earlier.”
The doors of the warehouse creak open, hot sunlight breaking through the darkness. “You sure your not being paranoid. Again.” Megaera replies strutting inside, her greatsword slung across her back. Crates of demolitions, ammunition and other war supplies were stacked to the ceiling all ready to be used overseas.
A shorter girl joins the other immediately peeling off into the warehouse searching in between the various rows of goods. “I’m in charge of making sure all this gets on the ship when we shove off to Ionia, and if even one thing goes missing it’ll be my fault.” Caitiff barks, already inspecting the crates to justify her suspicions. “So yeah, I’ll preemptively give you shit so I don’t have to take it later.”
Megaera sighs. “It was probably just the wood creaking, or a rat, or something.” She leans on the edge of the open door desperately trying to find any reason to not spend the afternoon looking through dusty boxes.
Peering at the endless inventory, Caitiff spots a scrap in a crate that looks like it had been cut by a large knife. “No Meg, someones definitely here.”
An ear grating groan comes from Megaera. “Fine.” Closing the warehouse door the Gloryseeker starts half heartedly checking the room for any intruders. “I’ll kill whatever rat’s making noise in here.”
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" What did you say... ? "
— @tacetferrum
she is looking him straight in the eyes to repeat it. "babygirl."
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@tacetferrum: "You really survived... 'his' wrath?"
“That’s none of your business.” hesitation took over the mage for a moment, for he was torn between asking where he got that information to begin with, or responding with visceral bitterness. He hated being reminded of this affair; hated every second of it; and finding out random nobodies outside his circle are somehow aware of his imprisonment doesn’t make the situation any better.
Vagueness was his favoured option to save him from opening up and unveiling the weakness he had once experienced, to say the least. Alas, his irritation grew louder. “Who sent you here? I will have a “word” with them, if you will.”
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Haven't met her.
He holds his rock daughter up in front of Talon’s face and wiggles her a little.
“This is Taliyah! She is perfect!”
He places her down and does the Will Smith pose.
“LOOK AT HER! PERFECT IN EVERY WAY! YOU CAN’T NOT LIKE HER!”
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"I must say, out of curiosity... when's the last time you've been on a date?"
It's rather obvious where's he's going with this.
It is a question she was not expecting him to ask her. Nor was she expecting the too-casual lean, the non-committal eye-contact, or the myriad other number of tells. She's seen these mannerisms in others - in Vi, in Jayce, in Ezreal- and even in those beyond the crater's cultural borders, and at this point in her life it is much easier to recognise and identify the purpose behind such body language.
But people tend not to like it when she deciphers them. She has to play the social game, doesn't she? So she hums, thoughtful, and tilts her head, eyes turning towards the ceiling as though she needs a moment and a gesture in order to recollect. "That might depend on what you define as a 'date'."
Caitlyn puffs the steam from her tea, and attempts a sip. No, still too hot. All she tastes is vapour, so she sets her cup back in its saucer.
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@tacetferrum : "Does snuffing out a life bother you?" (for emily)
It’s not that the question offends her or bothers her in anyway -- if that was the impression the way Emily’s head turns and brown eyes squint at the other. It’s that she isn’t particularly used to slang ... and that’s about it. She had to parse out exactly what snuffing meant in this context instead of just for cigarettes and cigars. Emily’s leaning forward on her feet, the slight heels of her boots barely off the roof top. Her arms are on her knees, folding blade tucked neatly under her long coat. She raises a brow.
“ A life always has importance and I am not a judge, I am certainly not a jury. That would be a tremendous abuse of my position of power. But, there are certain situations in which an offender does not deserve mercy and I can not find it within myself to care about the justice system enough. ”
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