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Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

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[ ooc ] Two more drafts left to write on here, but I'm calling it a day. And, of course, prepare the turkey.

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❝ ...? ❞ The Aegir quirked an eyebrow, lips pursed in a contemplative manner. It's essentially useless to climb all the way to the top, isn't it? Limestone crumbles quite easily under pressure, and its brittle composition dissolves in seawater, albeit at a slower rate.

A hushed sigh escapes through his lips, shoulders drooping in subsequential defeat. What can else can Jordi offer her? Aside from seafood meals and mediocre shelter from the outer elements. The cenote is a perfect ubication for an exhausted Aegir to catch a moment's respite, but not for an energetic cave explorer, seeking a way back out.

He observed Skadi's gesticulations in utter silence. Head tilting slightly to one side, curiosity rises anew. Oh? Is that a doubloon in her grasp? Like the spherical, golden coins hidden aboard sunken Galleons, or scattered throughout the ocean bottom awaiting discovery. Body acting of its own accord, the merman leans closer for a better look at the glimmering medallion. It's definitely a useful tool for prying open seashells.

Color him thoroughly impressed with the technology.

Despite lacking the basic ability to verbally communicate with Skadi, a passing glimpse of amusement illuminates Lumen's visage. His companion's half 'bleh' faces are more than sufficient to inject comedy into an otherwise lackluster environment. But the comical streak is short-lived. When cerulean eyes turn to look at him, and she attempts to convey something of consequential meaning, the merman stiffens immediately.

Finned tail twitched subtly, reflecting his mixed emotional state. His chest tightens, realization dawning on the Aegir as the fox-eared woman begins to draw in the sand with her fingers. To the untrained eye, her stick figurines resembled those found in a child's notebook. Except... the hastily drawn characters in the sand communicates a more alarming situation.

A slow blink, then another. He followed the movement of her fingers as she slowly counts to three, before pointing to the pictograph etched into the shoreline. After narrowly escaping the clutches of death once, she wishes to make a secondary dive? Brows knitting together to form a visible frown, the Aegir grimace.

Chin raised high, golden irises lock briefly with hers. Jordi refuses to draw a response , but his luminous gaze asks a silent question in return.

Why are you taking another risk?

With her ears freed and her mind calmed down a bit, Skadi can focus on her food. She doesn't have long nails or the hands to pry them open too forcefully, but she does have something unique to her.

Fishing it out of her clothes, she produces what looks like a small medallion, like a doubloon of old. Only it doesn't stay that shape for long, with a shell in her hands the medallion shifts into a thinner almost butter-knife shape, just enough to gently pry them open without doing too much damage to the shells.

They all have a use after all.

Though she can't say seafood is her favorite or remotely close, so these shells are not the easiest to eat for her. She does manage to pry a few and get something to survive off of, if at least joined by some rather, strange half 'bleh' faces for needing to eat them raw of course.

A sore stomach perhaps to come later, but that's for later. Right now she can take note of their location and Jordi for a bit longer before trying to address some communication.

"Hmm it looks like I can go deeper, but without any proper gear, scaling anything wet without ropes or bare hands.. its death. And no light, the only light is from the water almost.." She looks at Jordi and starts to try and convey something.

She leans down and draws the open of the cave, its scribbles but a stick figure of her and.. a fish figure of him is drawn at the entrance of the cave. she draws a line from them into the water and draws it a little further to what looks like the surface.

Like a shoreline, and over that line she writes a '???'. Pausing she snaps her fingers to hopefully get Jordi to watch her, using her fingers to count very slowly 1, then 2 fingers, then three. And points to the line with question marks. As if to ask, 'how long till outside'.

Could she make another dive, with more air this time?

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❝ Fruit salad, hmm? I had a vague feeling you would choose that... ❞ The Iberian responds with a chuckle. Tension ebbs from his neck and shoulders, as he relaxes behind the countertop, miniscule smile flitting across his lips. ❝ One freshly prepared fruit salad. Coming right up! ❞ What should he slice and prepare first? Wine grapes or green apples? Decisions, decisions.

Wine grapes for their sweet and juicy texture. Green apples for additional acidity. All in all, it's a perfect balance of flavors. At least, he thinks so. But he will let the goddess decide that for herself. ❝ Ah. The ingredients... I... ❞ Wait a minute. Was she eating his ingredients? Especially the grapes? Jordi opens his mouth to speak, avowals forming on the tip of his tongue. ❝ ...?! ❞ Before he could even get a word of protest out, Sothis presses a red grape against his lips.

An indirect kiss, shutting him up instantly. That was... quite bold of her, wasn't it? Enough to leave him in a perpetually frozen state of embarrassment, pointed ears reddening.

“Hm..?”

Something smelled delicious and it easy to find out way. There’s fruit! Yummy, delicious fruit! Her mouth watered ar the sight of the display. It was quite impressive. She was about to snatch a fruit to snack on when Jordi continued.

“Hm! Make a fruit salad! That sounds delicious,” she agreed with a nod. Actually, she did take a grape, pop one into her mouth, then licked another to press against Jordi’s mouth.

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❝ You've been training a lot, Yan Xue? Are you eating well? Are you drinking enough water? I... hope... ❞ Lumen trails off abruptly, self-consciousness setting in as his prattling stops once and for all. There he goes again. Isn't he hearing himself speak nonsense? A visible grimace mars his countenance, embarrassment washing over him. ❝ Uhh... Please disregard anything that I may have said previously. I know, I know. You're quite capable of handling yourself. ❞

It's just...

Will he allow it? No, he can't allow apprehension to reign supreme. It would undoubtedly ruin their entire day, wouldn't it? Walking hand in hand with the Lung, Jordi's fingers intertwine instinctively with Xue's, a closed-lip smile replacing the grimace. ❝ What are you in the mood for? The cafeteria is serving pasta and meatballs. Although, I heard a rumor about chicken sandwiches being back on the menu. ❞ His stomach rumbles automatically, triggered by the thought of delicious food.

❝ I-I really don't know, Xue. Doctor Inari may not even allow it.❞ The Iberian's own voice lowers an octave, matching Yan Xue's in volume. Iberia wasn't a safe destination for her, nor was it either for Jordi Fontanarossa. Being an Inquisitor doesn't exclude him from discrimination. After all, he was still an "Aegir" underneath it all. ❝ Iberia doesn't take too kindly to foreigners. And Lord Carmen... ❞ Can she decipher the rest of his statement? Lord Carmen isn't one to openly accept strangers.

❝ You've already done enough for me. Now, it's my turn to do the same for you. ❞ Lumen stops at the cafeteria entrance, eyes centered on the buffet table.

❝ After you. ❞

Yan Xue closes her eyes and relishes in the feeling of his closeness, the warmth that seeps through him, the gentle smell of the sea, of saltwater and sand. It a smell shes come to adore, and she opens her eyes to star at Jordi.

"Mm, I'm starving, actually!" She says. "I've...actually been training...a lot." The lung chuckles, removing her forehead from his and gently leading them along, hand in hand.

"Hey...do you think one day.... I'd be able to go to Iberia with you?" It was a quiet question, knowing that the Doctor might say no anyways. After Victoria everyone was on the Landship for the time being. So, the chance Jordi would go away on his own again, they'd be separated for how knew how long again.

In the silence before his answer she continues. "You have your duties, I know, but I wanna help..."

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For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

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[ ooc ] As I'm writing threads for Jordi, it's hitting me with how much of a worrywort he truly is regarding the wellbeing of everyone else around him. Minus his own. That caregiving instinct is too strong to suppress.

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❝ Well... ❞ Thumbs twiddling nervously, the Aegir hesitates to respond at first. Should he confess the truth to her? That he was a well-known risk taker. That he risked his life once to circumvent an epic tragedy in open water. Mouth opens to reply, but Jordi Fontanarossa silences himself midspeech. The past should stay where it belongs; hidden. Out of sight, out of mind. It's for the best, he thinks. ❝ I... already offered to aid you, Mode. To go back on my word now... ❞ It was nothing short of dishonorable.

Luck and danger seem synonymous with him. It was almost ironic, wasn't it? Just how much of a paradox Jordi truly represents. The wandering mind cannot be silenced so easily, but Mode manages to pull him back down. Ruminations quickly dispel, as the Iberian utters a soundless gasp. Talk about being caught off guard! He's right back at square one. But that's not necessarily a bad thing, is it?

A slow blink. Once, then twice. After a couple seconds of terse silence, a diminutive smile flits across Lumen's lips. He nestles himself into Mode's silhouette, hands placed over hers. Just being in close proximity to her was comforting in its own way. ❝ Erm... ❞ Tongue clicking against his teeth, the miniscule smile wavers slightly. ❝ I-I take adequate precautions when treating sick patients. Even then, an infection or two is bound to occur. Nothing is... assured. ❞

Fingers gently intertwine with hers, a pleasant sensation blooms in his chest. What kind of sentiment was it? Describing an intangible emotion was much harder than Lumen originally thought it would be. ❝ The grass isn't always greener on the other side. If I find happiness here, with you, why would I go seek it elsewhere? ❞ The sole thing capable of taking him away was the ocean's incessant call. Like a beacon in the night, drawing him closer and closer, to its final destination.

❝ Would you like something to drink? Or... do you want to stay here longer? ❞

“Oh? You want to help summon a dangerous demon with me?” Surely he jest!

“Sometimes a smile is all you need to feel better, even while the body is healed as it can be. Heal the mind, too, right?”

“Thank you.” Pe grabbed his waist & pulled back so he was reclining on her again like a throne.

Much better.

“I really don’t get sick that often unless I don’t eat or eat something rotten. I’ve gotten better at identifying what doesn’t make me sick over the years. I hope I never get sick off of you.” She teased.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Mode commented about his uncle, “I’m sure he was a fine man though, to teach you such things. I feel he cared.”

“You aren’t that ordinary. You are very handsome with a touch of exotic.” Hands crossed over his collar bones. “One of many reasons I care for you. I’m not exactly normal myself.” Pe held him. “I don’t worry when I’m with you. I don’t have to. I’m confident you’ll tell me if you want to move on someday.” She desperately didn’t want him to though.

Please stay, Jordi. Stay with me-

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Jordi has appeared! What to do?

Smooch Awkward hug Scare Kneel down

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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

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Charles Baudelaire, from The Flowers of Evil: Poems; "Hymn To Beauty,"

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[ ooc ] The urge to write Jordi as being infected with seaborn cells and the ensuing price tag that comes along with it.

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— Jay Vespertine

Text ID: “Maybe in a parallel universe i was not betrayed so poetically.”

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Lumen is a dork and I quite enjoy writing him.

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❝ Ah... ❞ The breath hitched in his throat, avowals jumbling in place. She took the words right out of Lumen's mouth, rendering him temporarily mute. His countenance felt suddenly warm, pointed ears burning carmine at the tips. An overwhelming urge rises from within, attention shifting elsewhere. In a staring contest, Yan Xue is easily the winner of this match.

His temporary bout of embarrassment seems to vanish just as quickly as it had appeared. Hands affectionately intertwined with hers, Jordi felt his heart skip a beat or two, before his own lips press against Xue's in a return kiss. Light and airy. ❝ I-I can handle colder weather, Xue. Please don't worry about me. ❞ He mutters underneath his breath, voice muffled. Too dry of a climate and he risks dehydration. Too cold... and he will more than likely fall ill. Casting impertinent worries aside, a diminutive smile appears.

Jordi closes his fingers around her hand, a reassuring squeeze given. Can the Lung see the genuine affection for her reflected in his eyes? There's truly no promise of tomorrow, is there? He may as well focus his time and energy on the here and now. Visage softening, the Aegir leans closer --- forehead pressing into Xue's.

❝ While we wait for nightfall, shall we... get a bite to eat first? The cafeteria should be open. ❞

"Jordi, I will always and forever make time for you..." She says, feeling the flush come to her face as he stares but she can't take her eyes away from his. Gently she tugs their joined hands so he leans down, instead of any other words she presses a soft kiss to his lips and grins.

"Well theres that~." She laughs embarrassingly. "We should probably dress warmly, the colder weather is coming in." Although she was very much use to the cold, it was better to be warm than suffering with a cold for the next week.

Yan Xue doesn't let go of his hand, warm in hers, she simply takes in his face. It has been too long, he still smells of the sea and sand, its comforting in its own way.

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