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well, photoshop won’t work right so no fancy promo for now.        HELLO , HELLO !  we’re taco / enzarai, & we’ve decided to move to a multi muse blog. currently featuring our hw link ( scarfbond ), revenant oc ( queensvein ), & some others we’ve played previously like JAK from the jnd series! new additions include a ffxiv oc & byleth from fe3h.       while this blog, in parts, is still a bit of a wip, we’d greatly appreciate anyone interested in writing with us to  LIKE / REBLOG this post! ♥

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ZYRE will now be over on @envywave !!! still setting stuff up 

whoa a lot of ppl suddenly showed up while we were gone LMAO we’re so sorry we’re just bad at having more than 1 blog at a time nowadays. we’re planning to move zyre over to a multi muse so!!!! stay tuned for that

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whoa a lot of ppl suddenly showed up while we were gone LMAO we’re so sorry we’re just bad at having more than 1 blog at a time nowadays. we’re planning to move zyre over to a multi muse so!!!! stay tuned for that

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          now that our seasonal job is DONE  &  we’re slowly getting energy back, we plan to be A HELL of a lot more active on our blogs!   SO --- please, if you’d be interested in writing with a  code vein protagonist  who’s stupid  &  has way too much damn energy,  please give this post a  LIKE  or a  REBLOG  &  we’ll check you out!  we’ve got verses in the works for ffxiv  &  some other fandoms, too.

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veinvow replied to your photo: him 

jack’s uwus are just on the floor now thanks to how powerful his bf’s smile is

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@prometheums​ said:           ☆☆☆☆!!!!

          a moment of respite, a time to close their eyes. while they weren’t extremely rare moments ( despite their long lives, where regeneration controlled their lives  &  bodies through strings of viruses, they all tried to take moments to rest weary bodies, to questionable degrees of time )  they were, always, fleeting. at least, for them ; zyre, the queenslayer with enough energy to rival the lost ;  &  louis, who might not be active similarly to the other, but is always thinking, brainstorming -- researching. 

          they’re ACTIVE, but in different ways.           even now, they’re on the field. a simple, hopefully easy-going exploration, but on the field nonetheless, where danger is ever present. still -- times to sit  &  catch their breath  &  senses are as ever important. they’ve found a place for now, a temporary camp for a few hours, void of any lost that may wonder upon them.

          UNFORTUNATELY,  as zyre sees it, their masks are still on -- good for their lives!  but bad for zyre’s growing need to kiss louis almost once every hour. he settles, for now, on dragging him into his lap, arms wrapped snuggly around louis’ waist, nudging their masks together as gently as possible. he’d hate to break them! not long after, once the smaller revenant gets nice  &  comfortable against him, those nimble fingers are found running through his hair. 

          it’s soothing ; his touches soft  &  loving as always, eyes halflid  &  staring at zyre fondly  ( & of course, the look is mirrored ). for NOW, he supposes, if he really, truly, ABSOLUTELY must, he’ll wait until they return to base to ravage him with kisses.

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hi orientation went good but we’re here w something cursed:  zyre would eat pain relief cream cause it smells good.

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@veinvow​ said:           casually takes hold of one of zyre's hands while reading over some papers, gently caressing the palm of his hand without a word.

          has he died  &  gone to heaven?           no -- not even heaven is this nice.

          it’s a small act, nearly minuscule in its movements, but the warmth that radiates  &  spreads through his body  &  mind speaks volumes. soothes his troubled soul  &  warms his cold veins, putting the erratic energy of his muscles to  CALM.  he doesn’t attempt to hide the growing smile on his face, how it starts small  &  grows along with the feeling in his chest that flutters out from his damaged heart.

          jack was never afraid or shy when it came to showing his love, as odd as it may seem for the infamous  hunter  that practically radiates coldness. he moves closer, enough for their shoulders to touch,  &  lays his head against jack. for once not going out of his way to disturb his readings, eyes closed, content as can be. 

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           「 did they tell you to stay here, too? 」 curiosity is presented on a piece of paper, slid awkwardly over the table between the couches to the other. it wasn’t OFTEN the slayer was made to stay at home base for very long, not much longer to rest  &  recuperate before running out the door again for one mission or another. he itches for something to do,  &  reading a book had already failed him drastically. 

          maybe, just maybe, trying to... talk... to someone will help.  ( or embarrass him enough to then retreat to his personal room  &  never emerge. )

   @hanaeki​  ♥’d !

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so… third time’s the charm, right?

hey, everyone! it’s your boy, add, back at it again and reviving their blog again. new look, new me as they say!

if you are interested in writing with a blog for sandalphon from granblue fantasy, please LIKE or REBLOG this post! * NON RP BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

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@sanguilege​ said:           curses are just justifications for people’s bad choices. / from rembrin :) > prompt 

          something tells him, he does not want to get on rem’brins bad side. not as though he’d been contemplating the idea, simply for the fact it’s not within his character to purposely do such a thing. ...& now, for the fact he’s ever so slightly afraid of what he’s capable of. giving a look of mild surprise behind the half mask, brows raised  &  eyes slightly widened, he stares for an awkward moment ---

          before giving a surely awkward silent laugh, shoulders falling with each breath. rubbing the back of his neck, a quick glance away, soon to return to rem’brin. giving a slight, understanding nod of his head.

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@nekroii said:           ⭐ > prompt.

          it’s RARE when lucian gives any sort of affection that isn’t forcibly pulled out of him by the slayer, time’s where it’s all him. he’s got a  THEORY -- one carefully crafted over many days of painstaking naps, that he much prefers to do it when zyre’s asleep. the shifts of pillows  &  weapons on the bed signaling someone else has been there ; the fleeting feeling of lucians lips on his cheek  ( he knows they’re his, after all, he’s kissed them enough to know! ) ;  how coldness seeps back into his body, overtaking warmth that was once there from someone else.

          this time -- oh, how he’s sure lucian will be FUMING afterwards -- he’s putting his theory to the test. nestled comfortably in bed, he awaits. seemingly asleep in all ways  ( he’s found he’s rather... skilled at faking it ), but his mind remains wide awake with the overabundance of energy that flows through his rotten veins. it’s a struggle to remain so, eyes closed, arms hugged around a pillow to keep them still.

          he almost breaks his composure when he hears the crrrrrrreak of his door open,  &  soft footsteps approaching the door. the bed dips, blankets shift -- he’s not getting underneath, tonight. sitting next to zyre instead, he can feel his partners warmth  (  &  by the damned gods does he want to hold him already ). nimble fingers ghosting against his arm, up to his shoulder  &  then cheek. they glide through his hair,  &  for all his strength, zyre can’t help but smile. one that spreads across his face, touching his cheeks. one eye peeks open, he’s already got his evidence.

          as expected, lucian yells at him in surprise,  &  embarrassment, even swats at his head. with a silent laugh, the man sits up, stretches his arms up --  &  quickly traps lucian within their embrace. there’s no escape now.

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crawls back online from video games to post a   plotting call!  like this & we’ll dm you 

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@nekroii​ said:           ‘ wake up! wake up! ’  

          the voice is ... familiar, in some ways, in many ways. it brings an indescribable warmth to his chest that seeps through his veins to the rest of his body, soothing his senses  &  nerves that sting with sensitivity. the pain which shocked through his body like electricity could barely be felt now, though his waning consciousness is more likely the reason  &  not the voice that echoes in his mind, allowing his eyes to focus on the form that looms over him.

          just like the voice, it’s familiar.

          this feeling -- he’s disorientated, he knows that. vision blurred  &  swaying back  &  forth, light far too bright than it has any RIGHT to be. his body is heavy,  &  cold -- no, it’s warm. some parts of him are warm ; his chest ; his arms ; his face? no, that’s his neck. everything else is cold, void of much feeling if any -- or, perhaps, the PAIN that stabs at his mind the moment he regains more of it simply blocks anything else out.

          he hisses through his teeth, willing himself to sit up, only to fall back down again onto his back. eyes close again as his head makes contact with the pavement, but he wills them open again. the figure is there, again, dark  &  almost menacing. but the voice is soft, whispering -- it’s scared. his vision returns slowly, agonizingly so,  &  finally he can see who it is.

          lucian.  it comes back to him, quickly ; they were on a mission together, wandering the city ruins again in areas they hadn’t explored much yet, & zyre was his usual stupid self.  this time, however, he’s tempted luck one too many times,  &  the worry on his partners face is more than evident of that truth.

          with unfocused eyes, an arm that burns in his skin  &  feels like stone, lifts slowly to brush a thumb against lucians cheek, a smile wide enough to show in his eyes blooms on his face. see -- he’s fine, there’s no need to worry.

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LOUIS

     It’s reassuring to have his words understood, especially by someone who could paint his words into a beautiful visual. It’s like Louis’ ever-complicated explanations were simplified, conformed into colors and lines that just made sense. 

It’s what their relationship can be simplified into: making sense. What Zyre lacked in verbal expression he made up for with symbols, art, and gestures that seemed to always make sense, resonate with Louis in such a way that he was never left confused or trying to figure out the deeper meanings. Louis had the red thread that wrapped around his fingers, Zyre had the tools to weave it all into a wonderful blanket that enveloped them both. 

It’s like those threads have intertwined, kept their limbs together despite the various blades they’ve used to cut down the Lost. It’s those threads that made Louis feel a specific yearning, a desire deep within the pit of his stomach that tightened and constricted around his throat. Yearning, desire, want, need– they’re all selfish desires, something Louis desperately tried to throw away when he accepted his role as a martyr. Yet Zyre was a match that ignited something within him, pulled him in, interested him, scared him, made him feel so many emotions Louis thought he lost during his revival. 

It’s scary. Too scary. Perhaps it’s just the overwhelming feeling of having someone who understood him and enjoyed his presence, even asked him to be close. That was the more logical conclusion, not anything else. ( Even if Louis, deep down within the darkness of his heart, wanted so badly for it to be something else. But this man, Zyre, he was far out of his reach, his thread is too far for Louis to grab onto, much like everything else in his life. )

‘ Right. Okay, ‘ he finally speaks up, throat now clear. 

‘ Basically, the synopsis of this novel is about a young prince who was hailed as a hero because of his efforts in the bloody war. He cut down monsters by the dozen then brought them home as trophies, but he never expected that one day, a thief would come and steal his trophies for himself. The thief needed the money to survive this cruel, monster-ridden world. What a better way to make a profit than steal from royalty itself? ‘ he glances at Zyre expectantly, expecting him to be distracted, but– what a silly thought. Zyre always seemed intrigued, no matter how much Louis spent just giving summaries about his latest novel, no matter how convoluted.

‘ Do you want me to keep going? ‘ please let me keep going.

          it was much, much easier to listen rather than contribute. not out of a lack of desire to contribute, to have a CONVERSATION  ( something rare ), than to simply listen  &  nod along. but because he enjoyed it so very much. louis’ voice, no matter what he spoke or the words that left him, flowed out gently  &  concisely. easy, smooth, gentle.  something he, despite the mountainous energy that caused his legs to jitter; that caused his foot to tap on the floor; or the relentless tap-tap-tap-tap of his fingers on the nearest surface; always found he could sit  &  listen to for many long minutes. hours. perhaps even days if the option was there.

          he could not understand a single goddamn THING  &  he’d still sit there happily.

          those times were far  &  few between, when he had trouble grasping exactly what louis was explaining  ( normally, it was because the subject matter was a book of science or such,  &  he’d blank on some of the longer words that were used -- he’s guessing he wasn’t exactly a bookworm as a human, either -- making it difficult to follow so closely ).   either way, it was always enjoyable, even if his body still ached to move  &  the over abundance of energy he possessed would seep through in small actions.

          zyre slightly nods along as louis talks, making sure not to allow his thoughts to run from him again, even if they always tend to be praises or adoration for louis. he’d noticed, rather early on actually, that his thoughts would get away from him quickly, almost running from the subject they’d been focused on before  &  pounce onto anything louis related,  &  then onto the revenant himself. at first, he’d try to pull his mind back to whatever it was, in hopes of avoiding embarrassment or shyness that would happen around him, but soon enough... he gave up.

          thankfully, he’s yet to feel the overwhelming shyness around him (  it’s only a matter of time, a voice says in his head ).  zyre gives one last nod,  more firm  &  pointed, for louis to know it’s a response to his question -- a yes, of course -- than the previous ‘i’m listening’ ones.

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          he should be more  cautious. listen to that small voice in the back of his head screaming at him to THINK before he acts, weigh the pros  &  cons carefully,  &  not rush into everything with only a momentary thought thrown to the wind without a care in the goddamn world.  but, he doesn’t. of course he doesn’t. whatever sense of self preservation he had as a human was gone, tossed nonchalantly to the side. 

          he knows the possible risks that come with telling anyone he has blood beads, he’s seen what could happen to him --  &  yet, he doesn’t care. seeing a thirsty revenant is more important than keeping them to himself,  &  he’s certain he’ll be  FINE.  

          &  so, with little hesitation, he’s offering the stranger one of his own. silently, smile hidden by the gasmask, inhuman eyes oddly soft for how they appear. 

    @isolcted​  ♥’d !