@cataclysmus liked for a starter with Rita!
These visits to Dahngrest were becoming more and more commonplace in Rita's life. She shouldn't have been surprised, really. When it was convenient for Brave Vesperia to use it as a meeting place, of course she would come all the way there to meet them. This was one such day, but at the same time Rita was there to share what she'd been learning about potential replacements for the blastia. Progress was, admittedly, slower than she would have liked. A small amount of progress was better than nothing, and she was eager to share what she'd learned.
Of course, some things never really did change. Just as it had been when Rita had first set foot in the guild city with the others, Dahngrest proved to be as lively as anything. By then, Rita was used to navigating the streets and avoiding colliding with others. Such was the benefit of needing to come to Dahngrest as often as she and the others had. She strode forward with confidence, dipping and moving about to avoid various guild members. That was, of course, until someone caught her eye for just a moment.
There, moving in the opposite direction to her as the crowd thinned, was someone clad in a mage's cloak. Their hood was covering their face just enough so Rita couldn't immediately identify them as she walked closer to her destination. For just a heartbeat, Rita looked back and decided it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Rita wasn't the only mage out there, even if she didn't often don her mage's cloak. Maybe it was just another mage getting ready to go somewhere else in Dahngrest. That was the thought process, at least, until Rita thought more about the encounter.
She squinted. The more she thought about it, the less sense it made. She liked to think that she knew at least a majority of the mages that hailed from Aspio. Even the ones who had been scattered by what had happened to their beloved city when Tarqaron rose should have been recognizable to her, but she couldn't put a name or face to this stranger. Assuming they were a mage at all, of course. Was someone parading around like a mage? For what purpose? Rita's mind raced, and she did the only thing she could think to do. Her pace picked up as she started to follow the stranger. Something wasn't right.
"H-Hey! You!" It was the first thing Rita could even think to say. Not so genius mage of her, she knew, but she was caught off guard. Somehow, she managed to catch up and tried to get in front of the stranger. She was right back to squinting as she looked him over. "Pretty sure there aren't any mages from Aspio living around here. And I think I'd know a cloak like that anywhere. So who the hell are you?"
Already, Rita could imagine some people thinking she was leaping to conclusions. Maybe she was. She couldn't help it in this case, though. When she felt like something was off, surely it made sense for her to pursue it. Right?
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holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them . / for izzy ! edward doing the holding, a little too hard
↪ 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ . (accepting) // @krakensmaw
Fuck off. Izzy knows he has to tell them that now and the next time Ed will remember he exists... And the next time. And the next. But like always, he can hardly say no to Edward, even when they're being like that, when they're grabbing Izzy like that. Especially when they're grabbing him like that. It's almost as if he can't breathe, losing whatever self-control he has to make Edward focus, to pull him out of those destructive moods. In moments like these, Izzy would follow them to the bottom of the goddamn ocean, if that's where Blackbeard wanted to go.
So of course he lets Ed kiss him and Izzy returns the kiss, with the same intensity, letting Ed take control as they so much loved doing. But still, as always — and never knowing if it is pointless or not— he cups the other's face, gently, a contrast to Ed's touch, his whole fucking mood. What Izzy will never admit, is that one of these days, he wants Ed to touch him the way Izzy does, the gentleness he will always crave for. But only from Ed, always only from Ed.
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@blackflcgs
Maybe if Izzy wasn't high of his mind, if Roach hadn't given him those 'herbs' for his leg, he would have never spoken to Ed. ❝Tell me does he kiss, like I used to kiss you?❞ he asks the other man quietly, a bottle at hand, standing next to him at a mostly empty deck ❝Does it feel the same, when he calls your name?❞ Okay, if he wasn't high, he would have never said this to Ed. He barely realizes it as he does it now.
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