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#yuri lowell says eat the rich
kastillia · 3 years
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local small town hero fed up with the empire and their antics
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justicebled · 3 years
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@viivyre​ like’d for a cooking starter . 
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he’s quietly perusing the kitchen. for no real surprise, he finds that despite losing human form save the stalwart, true heart within; that servants, ( what a word of all things, but he supposes it’s no different than a sense of entrapment ) still clung voraciously to eating food just as they had in their mortal lives. it’s a trace of comfort from the rest long denied them. the clarity of farewell as the world either passed in darkness or light at the hour of their death, or something indescribable, like this, a cold brightness of calling upon the dead to perform a duty noble, but choice stolen from pallid lips.
to be at the age of a twenty two year old man; much less that he had lived as long as he did, granted what he had chosen in future’s betterment, was something yuri lowell still found his lips twitching quietly at as calloused hands weighed the tools. 
“ ... not too bad. you can tell we really are at last resort with the rust on some of’em. should ask them to consider a good craftsman here. “ baritone rich and confident; the man returned to his youth can hear the clank of armor; but does not yet turn his head. it’s only after a brief pause that the woman drawing near; faced only with long sheets of violet hair and black-clad apparel shifts his weight to one strong foot and the fellow saber class affixes her with a casual yet oddly piercing stare. a brightness uncanny upon it. as if no doubt nor wavering touched his eyes. they were clean and they were bright. oddly enough...he sees it in her.
there is an unflinching clarity of conviction in his dark violet-grey; a light which burns in an odd purity that pierces like a blade as much as extends a hand. it watches her without judgment, but stares all the same. oddly benevolent, but still veiled. 
ah, yes. her. 
so evident from glances of her that her formality and demeanor belied a knight that would fit right in the world he’d left behind. but more than that, her regal demeanor, her posture...the stiff speech that flowed in eyes also flooded with a strange light. a shared purity of staunch morality. a low, smooth baritone spills from the throat; as if discussing the weather. he hardly seems intimidated by her, but nor does he greet her with disrespect. he simply takes her presence where it is lain before him.
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“ morning , saber. you are a saber class right? we’ve seen each other around a few times but don’t mind me not getting used to all the rules i could have lived without. if you’re not you don’t have to share. let’s just say you look like a role familiar where i was from.” cryptic, but not unkind in his steadfast mien; traces of warmth in the corners of those dark, oddly pure eyes, does he nod once. hands on hips with an exaggerated; humorous sigh as if tasked with the hardest of burdens. cooking for starving servants.
“ i’m thinkin’ about what to make. lately people really are hounding me on cooking lately. i thought i was called here to stop some suffering but i’m getting double time. what a pain.“ a brief sigh; lips twitching to show he doesn’t really mind. more amused than anything. 
he doesn’t know nor trust her just yet; so his casual features; untamed yet strong, peek through the cabinets, confident enough to turn his back to her. by how she carried herself, the woman was unflinchingly honest. he could ally with that, find someone who for different beliefs perhaps, something in her rang genuine.
“ got a lot of votes for mabo curry; others want steak; i think someone wanted stew, the list goes on. “ he flashes her a crooked, wry little smile; a mouth that seemed as if it had smiled many times, at times with the predatory teasing of a friend and big brother and so on, the other with the kindness of a man laden and seeping blood within the cavity of his chest from so much of it. hidden as he tried to make it known, who would take on atlas’ horrors willingly if they were not kind?
                 “ do you cook? or did you have somethin’ you wanted?”
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fontasticcrablettes · 7 years
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For the pairing thing... Alexei x Yuri ? x)
Good lord.  Here we go dudes.
Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa - Yuri does and then he looks back and Alexei is raising his eyebrows at him and Yuri just “don’t you dare say anything.”
Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them - Fucking Alexei with his dumb crush.  And after the whole “tried to take over the world” thing, he’s eager to hange his name so he can be like “Alexei Dinoia the tyrant???  No no no, you must be mistaken, I’m Alexei Lowell.”
Who starts the tickle fights - Alexei
Who starts the pillow fights - let’s be real it’s an actual swordfight Yuri is starting with Alexei.
Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile - Yuri falls asleep and Alexei sits awake because he has trouble sleeping due to being really fucked up from all the shit he’s done and he just smiles because he can’t believe his life is actually working out well these days???
Who mistakes salt for sugar - Alexei.  Noble rich loser never learned how to cook.  Yuri is ashamed.  
Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning - Yuri does and it pisses Alexei off like hella but he’s working on dealing with his anger and control issues so he grits his teeth and refuses to mention it.  
Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines - Alexei tries so hard to woo Yuri and it’s a disaster.
Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order - Alexei because he likes to have order
Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies - Yuri.  Yuri would just eat the whole bowl of batter like a soup tbh.
Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion - Alexei thought it would be sweet.  Yuri thinks it’s a waste of time and a fire safety issue.
Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen - Yuri draws dumb shit on the back of Alexei’s neck and laughs about how long it takes him to notice.
Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation - Neither of them do. Alexei feels weird about bringing home souvenirs because it’s too similar to bringing back spoils of war and he’s trying to put that part of his life behind him 3
Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines - Alexei: “Yuri look this is us.”Yuri: “Uh... if you say so.”
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