@shana-oh: Do you not like women that can cut you to shreds, master?
“...No comment... I mean, I like you enough, Ushiwaka. But please don’t cut my head off. Please?”
@ardenssolis: Terrifying women are attractive and yet, also terrifying
“On one hand, I should be glad that my dating life has become more active since coming to Chaldea, but on the other, if these are the options, I’m wondering if it’s safer to stay single... But it sounds really pathetic said like that...”
"Here." Ozymandias opened the other boy's hand, gently slipping a tasseled gem on his palm. Its strings were blue and gold, colors of royalty and of the gods; protection only in symbolism. He thought it would be nice fitted onto Conall's sword if he wanted it. Though just keeping it in his pocket was fine too. "It is a sunstone, but not just any sunstone. This one glows in your hand when you hold it tight. So, if you feel cold, it will warm you up." He smiled, quite pleased with his gift. "I do not know when we will meet again, but I hope this gift is acceptable." Goodbyes were sad things. He wanted this to be the opposite, although he did wonder if Conall had ever been sad, considering. He was probably happy to finally be returning home. (fantasy)
“Huh?” Head tilted to the side as genuine surprise settled on the young warrior’s features. Gifts were to be expected from both the guest and the host unless they were leaving in bad terms. But it seemed the old men had reached some sort of agreement as no heads had rolled during the meetings nor voices were raised. As expected, a boring matter from start to end. But while gifts were to be expected, he didn’t think that Ozymandias would put more than a little thought into their gift, nor that it would be such an endearing detail. “That’s... really cute of you.” How was he ever going to forget this boy if they gave him something to always carry with his person? Really...
Conall gently held the sunstone and tied it to his sword. The golden and blue looker far too proper for a weapon that was often covered in blood, but they reminded him of the other boy, so he had no intention to change the strings. He spent a few seconds staring at the handle of his sword before putting in back on its sheath. When he looked again at the prince before him, he was grinning, confident and maybe a little cunning. “But it wasn’t the gift I was hoping to get from you so I guess that means that this time I’ll be stealing from you.” And as soon as he said that, before he could be questioned or scolded for his poor choice of words, Conall was leaning down to carefully hold Ozymandias’ chin and kissing their lips. Just like that, he was committing the crime of stealing the sun prince’s lips, their first kiss. He still didn’t understand what was so ‘magical’ about kisses, but the Ozymandias’ lips were soft and sweet. He really liked it.
The older boy still was grinning when he pulled away. He didn’t even have to look back to know that there were horrified looks on all of the servants that got to look. He didn’t care one bit. All of his attention was focused on the boy he had just kissed. They really looked even cuter when they were blushing. He would kiss them again but he knew they would be yelling at him as soon as they went back to their senses. So, really, there was no time for goodbyes. He had already slipped his gift on the prince’s pocket so he was turning on his heel and making a run for it. Of course, he turned once to smile and shout at them, “Don’t fret, my princess, I’ll give you many more the next time we meet!”
As for what had been his gift? It was a simple bookmark. Various blue Forget Me Not flowers had been stabilized and encased in clear, rectangular but thin crystal. Magic had been infused in the crystal so, whenever both sides of the bookmark were pressed, as if the flowers had thinking of their own, few branches with the small flowers would come out. So, whenever it was used, rather than a bookmark it would seem like a small and simple arrangement were to be falling down the books. Maybe he had put too much thought into his gift, but that was something he would never admit.
Conall ran, as fast as he could, as fast as his legs allowed it and his heart was pounding in his chest. He ran ahead of the caravan without stopping to tell his mother where he was going. He simply ran, until his knees gave out and he was falling, rolling a few times due to his velocity, on the green grass. The sun still was up on the sky, looking down on him, mocking him. He should be furious. He should be enraged. He really should, and yet...
“Just why did I have to do that?”
#ardenssolis #conall. º ( berserker. ) #au. º ( mactíre. ) #/ im dying this bs is freaking adorable. my poor fucking heart can't take this wholesomeness #/ mini conall: having a crisis. me. standing behind him: gay gay gay homosexual gay
❝ & if i say that i’ve seen better wares where i came from , what then ? ❞ a brow arching ‘pon unfurled query , tiers curling at lilting vocals as attention diverts. 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐗𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. the captain’s curiosity momentarily sated. ❝ nah , i’m just messing with you. can’t say its better than the crux’s finds , but that wouldn’t be a fair comparison , no ? the things you find out at sea are different than here on land. ❞
@ardenssolis ; starter call.
#ardenssolis #she's just messing with him :pensive: #b.eidou comes home to liyue every other month and chooses chaos fddf #this can be pre-estab or not ! either is fine ! ♥︎ #if u want anything changed feel free to hmu!! #❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 / * ic #❝ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄𝐃 ; 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄
positivity for ardenssolis : What can be said about @ardenssolis that hasn’t already been said? Shi, you are an absolute ray of sunshine. The support and love you show for your mutuals and friends does not go unnoticed. It’s perhaps rivaled only by your passion for your muse and that too is so inspiring. I’m grateful for you as are so many others. You really do make this website a bit brighter and honestly that’s very fitting!
positivity for ardenssolis : @ardenssolis / @zangyo is such a wonderful person ! they keep the flow in writing with them very easy & smooth as well as fun ! it’s always so much fun writing with them & they grasp their muses so well , you can see the love & understanding they have for their muses ! they’re very friendly & easy to get along with too ! they’re such a joy to have on the site & every time i see them on my dash i can’t help but smile a little ! i hope to see shi in the rpc for a long time yet ! they’re just such a joy to be around !
“Hey, what’s kicking, Pharaoh?” She really did debate giving him a stupid nickname, but also realizes that it’s probably not a good idea for powerful types she hasn’t decided if she wants to piss off yet.
As it is, Laurel stands casual, but open (no need to give the false impression that she’s the type to be even remotely formal or deferential). “Rumor on the street is that you’re a guy who’s a fan and got a collection of weird little magic cats. Color me curious. You want to let me have a peek?”
#thinking about that hc post u made a bit ago about ozy and him liking his sphinxes just bc it was the last hc i saw and i :) #ic : laurel #ardenssolis
"Oh how I love watching you so thoroughly crush your enemies. You look best in the throes of combat." Ozymandias smirked, arms crossed over his chest as he had watched the other finish off their latest hunt. "A shame about that one. That creature was old, but it was only a matter of time before the humans here grew tired of feeding its belly with sacrifices."
Crushing the enemy would be a bit of a stretch for the work done. It had been a terrifying battle in which the hunter could’ve lost his life if it wasn’t for the trained reflexes and battle instinct that ran deeper in him than blood in his veins. But it had been the dragon’s corpse the one that hit the snow, and Conall Cernach still was standing up, still breathing, still alive.
Conall The Victorious again.
“A shame that it still so much life in its old bones.” It was all the hunter mustered to his companion after staring at the creature he had killed for a few second. Slow, he pressed the palm of his hand on the wound on his side. He took a few steps and, for a moment, he wavered. His sight was blurry, his ears ringing. The pain was enough for his his vision to turn into little dots on the corners of his eyes, darkening. But the hunter took a quick deep breath and forced himself to stay awake.
It was fine, he wasn’t going to die from this. He knew that much, at least. After resting standing up for a minute, he finally regained some of his composure and shot a glare to the demon that, so far, hasn’t even attempted to lift a finger yet.“And you look quite comfortable there. You know you could also help from time to time.” That was asking for too much and he knew that so he didn’t bother continuing the topic.
There were more important matters at hand. “We’re not done here yet.” Sure, the mission had been to kill the dragon that terrorized these lands and people, but there was something that had been bothering him since the beginning. “I thought these glorified and overgrown lizards were long extinct. But seems they’re just good at hiding, Still, they need an awful lot of ‘food’ for their size, but they should be able to take care of that themselves unless...” And he was taking another long, deep breath before turning to walk deeper into the mountains. “Hey, angel face, what do you think of babies?”
The only position in the club was president,so of course Ozymandias would declare himself the president not even giving them a chance to vote.Honestly they would have lost anyway even if they won somehow the job itself would be too much work for either of them.Here he goes again rambling on as usual it was better than listening to the golden archer talk about himself.She never understood why he keeps calling her his “little sister”it probably has to do with her soul being from the sun goddess amaterasu it makes sense they were both associated with the sun she’ll never agrue againist it because it made him happy she liked seeing his face light up every time.”Of course you’re the only one who can run this club properly I doubt neither me or Karna can handle all that work ourselves.”
genuine surprise and confusion is piqued in his eyes as he looks at ozymandias with faint bewilderment from his bedside . he looks down at himself , feeling that cold breeze pass through him . he finally takes note of the bandages wrapped around his bare chest , slightly stained red from the blood that has no stopped pouring from the former , open wound he had gained from the last expedition he was sent off to with his team by the master . ( ah . . . so he had passed out from blood loss . ) well , such an incident was quite common with taiyou . he never registered the limit his own body undergoes . / PRACTICALLY NUMB TO HIS OWN PAIN WHEN SUCCUMBED TO RAGE . even in this life , it remains that way . taiyou gives his companion an awkward , sheepish smile before he rubs the back of his head .
“ hahaha . . . i see . look like i overdid it again . ” / @ardenssolis sc .
#ardenssolis #╰ ・ﾟ✧ taiyou tsukino / he who smiles with hellfire beneath his flesh. #hit him hes a Dumbass #╰ ・ﾟ✧ fgo ( servant ) v.