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KATYA WASN'T AN EARLY RISER, but on the rare day she did rise at the same time as Tempest, she liked to watch her paint her face in those intricate lines she did every morning. But this morning - she wanted to do it for her. "Hold still - " she muttered as she painted the lines, sticking her tongue out as she concentrated with the swirly bits of her design. She wasn't an artist, but she was rather happy with the outcome - she had made sure it was swirly enough that it probably felt like normal designs. But it was actually a funny swirly cat face on Tempest's face. Because Katya was a terrible girlfriend.

How delightful! Tempest sits oh-so-still and quiet while Katya paints her face, trying her best not to let her giddy grinning get in the way of her girlfriend's work. Painting her face was a wonderful and crucial part of Tempest's daily routine- to share it with another is one of her greatest joys.

If she notices the mischievous glint in Katya's eye, she pays it no mind and excitedly scrambles for her hand mirror the moment Katya is done.

She gasps, turning her face this way and that to get a better look. If she was a more critical person, she'd have some things to say about the linework and weight of the strokes compared to her own hand and a lifetime of practice. But Tempest, of course, is nothing but overjoyed.

"Oh my goodness, I look like a colorful little kitten!" she exclaims excitedly. Whirling back towards her girlfriend, the monk practically lunges at her.

"C'mere, cutie, I'm giving you matching whiskers~"

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*bites* :3333!

Tempest is roused from sleep ( just barely ) when fangs latch onto the arm she had draped around Katya last night.

"Whassit... y'bitin' me for... gnhmornin...." she mumbles incoherently before pulling the werewolf closer and nuzzling her face into Katya's shoulder.

"Aa~" aaaand Tempest chomps down ( gently !! ) in an act of vengeance before she's asleep again, holding her partner even tighter and drooling on her shirt a little now.

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3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders .

NONVERBAL PROMPTS

She had been staring at the fire, a rare moment of tired silence from the bubbly monk, her mind running over the events of the day in an uncharacteristically downward spiral down, down, down. She feels cold, but she doesn't fully register that until a warm weight falls on her shoulders.

Tempest blinks back to the present, perking up at the company and snapping out of her trainwreck of thought. She almost instantly forgets about whatever it was that worried her so. How sweet !

"Surely it's big enough for two," she smiles, lifting one end the blanket open for Katya. "Join me?"

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do you stick your head into everyone's business, or just mine?

GRUMPY VS. SUNSHINE TROPE

Tempest blinks. Is that what she's doing? She guesses that's one way to put it. She beams at Katya when she answers, "Everyone! But it's your turn tonight.

"I wanted to see if you'd like to do your nails with me," she says, holding up the small pouch of supplies she brought with her to visit the werewolf's tent. "Yours are so-" She makes a clawing motion with her hand. "Sharp! They'd be fun to pamper. Filing those jagged edges, giving those cuticles a little clean, maybe a little bit of color if I have your favorite... I bet I could make them even sharper, if you'd like!"

She waggles the bag, "Girls night?"

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“It’s so strange. I’ve never felt so peaceful, before.”

Howl's Moving Castle Sentence Starters

Tempest has to stay her hand when she giggles so the liner brush doesn't leave a stray streak if purple across Amatista's nose, "I had a feeling you'd like this, but I didn't expect such praise! I'm glad!"

She continues her work, one hand gentle holding her chin, ever so lightly tilting her face this way and that. The other holds the brush with a delicate and practiced hand, tracing careful lines over her cheek bones, across her forehead, swirling over her temples. "My father taught me everything about the practice of it. The meaning, I guess. He's much more eloquent than I, but essentially-" She paints a small flower in between a patch of freckles on Amatista's cheek. "It's a kind of meditation. You set aside the time to focus on yourself and the pretty colors decorating your face - paying attention to the deep breaths to stay steady, the shape of your own face, the colors that speak to you that day. And then again at night when you wash it off, sorting through all that happened in the day, letting it go with the paint. It's like a little check-in with your soul, yanno?"

She puts a matching flower on the other cheek. "My older sister, Indra, was the one that taught me all the technical technique. She let me practice on her as a kid, long before I was any good. She looked so silly with my messy scribbles on her face but wore them so proudly," a fond, homesick smile blooms on Tempest's face. "The designs are my own, though. I like to match them to how I'm feeling. Or to my outfits. You seem very purple-y."

Beaming, she trades out the brush for a small handheld mirror, holding it up for her companion. The lines she had painted swirl across her face like vines with small lilac blooms decorating her cheeks, crossing over her nose, accented by the outlines of small leaves and branches. Her sister taught her well, the lines are smooth with a downright artistic line weight to them, not too heavy nor covering up any of Amatista's natural features, but perfectly tracing and accenting the beauty already there. "What do you think, Tia?"

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a little kiss on the cheek from @goldenf8

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The peck on the cheek instantly brings a smile to Tempest's face, followed by a playfully dramatic, "Wait !!!" when Zahari pulls away. She insists upon a short and sweet smooch on each of his cheeks in return before she lets him go. Mwah, mwah!

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i didn't mean that. it was a joke.

"Thank you for clarifying, pup, but maybe let's take it down juuuuuust a few notches when Iago is around. I don't think they liked it very much when you said 'daddy's favorite gorehound just landed in Baldur's Gate, baby' and started growling..."

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∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes .

Her gasp is hardly stifled by the way Tempest covers her mouth with both hands, eyes wide and sparkling. Her baby pink blouse is one of her softest, so it makes perfect sense to Tempest that it's the one Katya chose for herself - even if the little frills on the sleeve and the subtle, embroidered heart where a hole had started to form all look decidedly un-Katya-like. The clash is so unbelievably endearing and - my goodness, she might as well be wearing a dress, it swallows her!

She's known Katya long enough to know that pink frills and giggling aren't always her thing, so Tempest really does try to hold it in after her initial gasp of surprise. This self-restraint lasts for approximately .25 seconds before she's muffled but unsuccessfully silenced by her own hands, "You look so cute, you look so cute, oh my goodness, look at you !! "

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“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

"Yep! Yes, it is," She gives Puck a little twirl and waves her ruffle-y arms. "I look very cute."

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“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  / @faebhaal

question prompts / @faebhaal

"Laugh at you?" Tempest frowns a little at that, saddened to think Ithaca would ever even expect such a thing! "Not at all! I only laugh at your puns, which are very silly and delightful. No, no, I'm not here to laugh at you. I wanted to check on you, that's all, see how you're feeling. I brought you a snack. Strawberries and sugar! Can I come inside? I can also just leave them right here outside your tent if you want to be alone... But it might get bugs in it... Or Scratch will come eat it and that much sugar isn't very good for puppies... Or you might accidentally step in it next time you step outside..."

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are you dating someone?

Tempest taps her chin, humming, "Well, I think I am, last time I checked. She's reeeally cool, you'd love her. About yay high-" She gestures to Katya's height, "Cute, fluffy hair. The prettiest eyes you've ever seen. Claws..." She makes a little clawing gesture in the air. "Responds to 'kitty' sometimes. Does that ring any bells?"

It's hard to keep up the act since she's already giggling and beaming at her darling girlfriend before she finishes speaking.

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∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ( tempest is always taking care of everyone else... Her Turn To Be Taken Care Of )

Tempest doesn't usually try to hide her emotions. She's used to her home, where open emotions are welcomed and encouraged, and there's very little to cry about anyway. Maybe it's because adventurers seem to go through so much that they tend to not show their hearts so freely ( she doesn't much like that explanation, though ). Tempest thinks that if she took the time to fully react to everything they've been through so far, they'd get very little done, so she's tried to reign it in at least a little bit.

But she's not very good at it. She's a bit of a crybaby is the thing. So when Puck catches her in a moment of lip-wobbling fragility and offers her open arms, she's clinging to him in an instant. He'll most definitely have facepaint smeared on his shirt from how she buries her face in the crook of his neck and weeps, "I want to go home, Puck." She pulls him even closer, arms wrapped around him like a lifeline, "Everything is awful and scary and I don't want to be brave anymore. And I miss my dog, Puck!"

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∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver .

By the time Tempest even realizes that Puck's dozed off ( miraculously - the poor thing never gets enough sleep! ), she's already decided this is where she'll settle until morning. He's like a big, warm blanket.

She's always the first to jump at tidying up at the end of the day - but surely she can pass on lending a hand this once. A blissfully asleep Puck more than makes up for the little bit of guilt she feels about pretending to be asleep. Careful not to disturb his head resting on top of hers, she nuzzles a little bit closer while the others shuffle around camp to pick up their slack.

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∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . / @faebhaal

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Tempest is delighted when Ithaca's head lands in her lap. She's always a touchy person, she loves to share blankets, hold hands, huddle by the fire - it brightens her whole day whenever one of her companions indulges in this little bit of connection. Tempest's fingers start to gentle card through the other's hair.

"Have a little shut-eye if you're getting tired," Tempest suggests, her soft smile evident even in her voice, tucking a strand behind her ear. "I'll be a perfectly good pillow, I promise."

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∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way .

Tempest lets out a squeak when she's suddenly lifted off her feet. And then another, more alarmed squeak when the sword whizzes past her face just inches away.

"Oh my!"

Some would say she sounds more like she's run into someone in the market rather than in any real danger. The blow she delivers, a solid punch that has that last remaining attacker out cold with a sickening crunch before he even hits the ground, could be argued to be a little out of place with the rest of her... general demeanor.

She beams back at Puck as the unconscious body lands at her feet, shaking out her hand casually, "Thank you, darlin!'"

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makes her a flower crown - from @goldenf8

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Tempest bows her head for him to place it atop her curls and gingerly pats it when she looks up again, grinning ear to ear, "Now, aren't you just the sweetest?"

She takes her hand off the flowers to take their fingers together instead, dragging him from camp in search of another field of flowers, "But it won't do for me to be styling one alone! Come, come, we're making one for you too!"