#herocarved

[peculiarbeauty]

starter for : @herocarved

" oh , wait a minute .. ! " she begins , heading down a flight of stairs to what she can only assume is her very good friend. " sora ! " she says , happily. " the beast and i were just speaking of your grand return .. and hoping that it could be soon. " admits the book lover. " it's wonderful to see you again ! lumiere and the others are hard at work today .. but once they know the news , i'm sure they will be overjoyed as well. " a beat. " oh , sora .. " her hands adorn themselves admiringly close to her chin. " it feels as if time may pass but your wonderful smile remains unchanged. "

[dawnled]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 / @herocarved

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly

"so even if you don't mean to hurt somebody, if they touch you, they get electrocuted, huh? seems like a useful ability."

it's been quite a while since that conversation, between himself & the leader of the crimson crows - he's not really sure why it's popping into his head now, of all times, but the suddenness of it is enough to make his shoulders tense, jaw clench, & it's barely enough to keep the fiery electricity under his skin from crackling against his fingertips.

maybe it's the crackle of the fireplace, the flames remniscent of the ones they had shared at the beginning of their journey, when that conversation had been a fresher wound - & has he really learned anything at all, if he still can't keep that curse of his in check?

"if you think this is anything other than a curse, you're sadly mistaken."

not that there's anything he can really do about it -- cursed to hurt anyone who touched him, anyone who should come too close that the core of him felt threatened; even those he loved the most would make it trigger, to the point it was easier to keep his distance, from anyone & everyone, if only for their own safety.

it's a sad, lonely existence, indeed - one he had been slowly coming to terms with.

then, there had been that fateful day - a rambunctious cargo hijacking, being hunted down by dahnans and renans alike, ending up in a small village of slaves with one brave boy who just wanted freedom for his people, for them to be able to see beyond the fire wall that caged them in.

sometimes, he wonders if they would have been better off not having met that day - then, he catches a glimpse of sora's face, originally blocked by a mask of near-unbreakable steel, & thinks better of it.

if nothing else, sora seemed freed by the experience - his mask chipped in half, the fire wall destroyed, travelling beyond the village's borders to all the places of which he'd only heard before.

it comes with a bit of emotional baggage, as one might expect from someone who didn't remember anything about themselves from before they'd arrived at the village - but sora doesn't seem to regret it, & really, how could riku ever regret him that?

he's so lost in his thoughts, eyes lost to the flickering flames of the campfire, that he doesn't really notice until it's a heavy feeling - the sensation of eyes on him, as if they're boring into his soul. his own hues flicker from dousing red to piercing, dazzling blue, so focused on him he has to wonder if sora even knows he's doing it - & something in him, something deep & heavy & unknown, jolts for just a moment.

the feeling disappears as quickly as it had arrived, leaving only an echo in its wake - but it's one riku knows he'll ponder on 'til the early hours of the morning, when sora eventually falls asleep.

what is this feeling, he wonders - as if he doesn't already know, & as if he doesn't want to squash it back into the ground it came from, tearing it out from its root so it can never raise its head again.

he's spent so long isolating himself from everyone, knowing all he can do is hurt---- & even if sora can't feel pain, can't feel the brandishing burn of the fire sword or the crackling electricity of his curse----

"we should turn in for the night ; it's getting late."

they can't. he can't. they both know that.

[groovepawn]

“I know you…” 

In front of the Statue of Hachiko, before her stood the boy she’d met in a dream, a dream that wasn’t exactly hers. Despite the fact that he was older (visibly, strangely older than he maybe should have been,) she recognized him easily. He’d grown up a bit, but his face was still cute and boyish, the look in his eye innocent yet strong, and maybe a bit weathered. She once asked him to meet him here, and here he was. 

“Sora,” Shiki noted slowly. “You’re Sora, right?” 

While she’d certainly grown and aged thereabouts a year since they last met, there was no way he'd be able to recognize her—because the face he knew her as having was an entirely different one altogether. Quite like anyone who knew her in that strange era of time, it was never easy to explain just why she looked the way she did. She forgoes doing so for now, instead choosing to hold up her iconic plush cat, hoping he’d at least recognize that. “It… It’s me, Shiki,” she said, sincerity clear in the tone of her voice. “We’ve met before, in that strange town.”

“I may look different, but I promise you… my heart is the same one you knew.”  | @herocarved

[dawnled]

their original idea had been to spend the day wandering the city, roaming the streets, perhaps even seeing some of the shops & buying some new clothes & other essentials----

but, like all of their ideas since finding each other in this city beyond their reality, the universe - this universe? - seemed to have other plans.

through some other stroke of fate - is there really any such thing as coincidence, nowadays? riku's starting to have doubts - they do find themselves in front of one of their favourite shops ; a little coffee shop that has good drinks, snacks, and an even better view of the city streets, to watch people roam by.

maybe that's just something riku likes to do, spending his time in silence, drinking tea or coffee & watching people pass - he's fine with being quiet, absorbing the atmosphere around him, letting it settle across his shoulders like a warm, comfortable blanket. but, he finds that sora's been more willing to sit with him in that quiet these days.

---- well, to an extent ; there's a certain kind of silence that they both find comfortable & serene. however, if it goes on for too long, or if anything happens to change it, it can go sour pretty quickly.

but, he won't dwell on that for too long - they're here to try and have a good day, no matter what the city throws at them.

his lips upquirk, just a little bit, at sora's statement, & his eyes draw from the café's door to the brunet by his side ; they gleam a soft, shimmering teal, warm with fondness & a twinkle of knowledge of sora's antics to go with the light arch of one of his brows.

they both know that espresso is bad for him - much like a cat on catnip, it has him bouncing off the walls if he has too much, giddy with energy.

he huffs a small breath of amusement, coupled with a light shake of his head, before raising an arm to the door - there's the familiar little twinkle of the bell at its top edge to signify new customers, the warmth & now-familiar atmosphere of the place hitting all at once,

" after you . "

For @dawnled ! ( starter call . )

" I don't get it. "

The young man's voice carries notes of confusion ; his brows furrow ever so slightly as he stares up, up, up at his fiancé. His arms cross with that first telltale sign of defiance.

No. When has Riku ever told him no before? Never.

( Well, okay, not never . . . )

" Espresso isn't that bad for me. "

Yes, yes it is.

He's just choosing not to remember the jitters, the racing heartbeat, the frantic paranoia that kept both of them awake into the early hours of dawn. Those were outlier side effects ! They definitely wouldn't happen a second time ( or was it a third time now ? ).

The coffee shop - their favorite coffee shop since his imprisonment in this graveyard - beckons with soft music, soft lights & the promise of a reprieve from the cold rain of Quadratum. He feels the chilled drip, drip, drip against the back of his neck, even through the hoodie, & it's tempting to give up the idea of coffee in favor of warmth & hot chocolate -

maybe, but only because it's Riku.

[lostmemorias]

@herocarved​  asked  :   💫  for    sora    to    take    xion    stargazing

✦   𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

here  and  there ,   xion  talked  about  sometimes  that  she  wanted  to  see  the  stars.   she  actually  never  did  before ,   and  it  would  be  something  that  would  make  her  really  happy !   and  somehow ,   sora  heard  about  that.

he  invited  her  for  to  watch  tonight’s  stargazing  at  the  beach  of  destiny  islands ,   and  of  course  xion  couldn’t  say  no.   when  it  was  dark ,   she  did  met  up  with  the  brunette  at  the  beach ,   he  already  sitting  there  and  waiting  for  her.   the  ravenette  places  herself  in  the  sand ,   giving  the  keyblade  wielder  a  little  smile.

❝  thank  you  so  much  for  the  invite,   sora.   that  makes  me  really  happy.   i  never  got  the  chance  to  watch  stars ,   i  am  really  excited  to  see  them.  next  time ,   i’ll  take  you  to  twilight  town  and  we  watch  the  sunset  together  on  the  top  of  the  clocktower.  promise  !   but  say ,   how  did  you  find  out  i  wanna  see  the  stars  so  badly  ?   ❞

[sanctiichor]

@herocarved​ asked || “  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ” 

The Warrior was silent as he bandaged the wielder’s arm, while it was certainly not life threatening and perhaps the young brunette truly did suffer worse...on the physical level at least. 

There was just something about the boy’s tone that brought forth a sense of worry within the starlit man...

It sounded so...dreary? Sad? 

He can’t quite but a name to it but...

It hurt to hear...from someone so young as Sora. 

He doesn’t know the boy that well, having only met him not too long ago and most of what he has heard of him was from the Restoration Committee , who sang his praises and emphasized on his cheery nature...and while all that is true, The Warrior still couldn’t help but feel ... a sort of sadness from the boy. 

He must be so tired...fighting for so long.

In that he understood ..too well almost.

Finally finishing his treatment, the white haired man goes to kneel before the brunette, cerulean hues meeting sky blues and The Warrior supposed he must have been staring for little too long because he noticed how Sora had begun to shift a little in his seat, whether it was from his scrutinizing gaze or just simply itching to go...either way , the Warrior finally spoke--

“ Perhaps you have had worse...” he begins, voice soft , so far from the usual sternness he always carried--right now was not the time for that-

He paused again for just a short moment, cerulean hues never the youthful face before him, and carefully he reaches out and places a hand upon Sora’s shoulder, careful and mindful of not hurting him too much...the boy is hurting enough as it is...

“ But that doesn’t make it fine...” 

PINTEREST QUOTES || ACCEPTING 

[darknessbledaa]

@herocarved​ said: “ i don’t wanna fight this war ” / from sora.

‘ does anyone truly want to ?? ’ 

it’s not a question terra expects an answer to  ,  but he knows it all the same.  there’s not a single one among them who wanted this  ,  sora probably least of all.  &  yet  ,  here he stood  ,  keyblade in hand  &  the weight of the world on his shoulders.  it’s not really fair  ,  terra thinks  ,  for so many people to have been dragged into this mess  ,  some willingly  ,  some not so much.  he frowns  ,  closing his eyes for a moment before he speaks  ,  looking back to sora.

‘ we weren’t meant to be soldiers.  none of us were. ’

[prayaux]

@herocarved​​ sent something miscellaneous :

“ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ”

oh how her heart clenches in her chest, trembling as his hands do as they tightly clasp onto her own. he’s not the best with words - awkward, shy at best - but that just makes these moments all the more sincere, something she listens to with even more keen intent.

her heart feels as heavy in her chest as her boots do against the wooden floorboards , which groan with their combined weight in this neat little inn they’ve taken refuge - and how she wishes she could wipe away all his sadness.

but she’s seen things - flickers, flashing images behind her eyelids, sometimes.

not like mind. it’s isn’t good for anything at all. maybe you just don’t know how to use it. maybe.

will the ghosts, the spectres they’ve so often seen, guide her toward that end? no -- maybe now that they’re destroyed, by all their past destruction----

maybe their story can be different, now.

we can change it ; make it right.

“i’m not going anywhere,”

a promise she may not have made, before - but now, courage surges through her, a bit of resurgence in the hope she’d once planted in all of their hearts.

he would protect her, and she could fight - surely they could come out of this alive. in one piece.

together.

rubbing light, warm thumbs in circles across his shaking knuckles---- she has to smile, just a little bit, emerald eyes shining.

“i’ll always be right here ; by your side. i promise.”

[catncore]

@herocarved​ says:   “Consider the coconut.”

❛  consider  me  considering  the  coconut.  ❜    comes  the  rather  amused  reply,  the  barista  reaching  up  to  take  the  drupe  into  his  hands  to  get  a  feel  of  it.  He  didn’t  often  use  coconut  in  much  but  it  could  be  fun  to  spice  things  up  with  islander  dishes  for  the  cafe.  He  looks  over  to  the  teen  and  grins  warmly;      ❛    what  kind’a  dishes  do  you  miss  from  home?  Ingredients  notwithstanding,  i  want  to  expand  my  culinary  pallet.  I’m  willin’  to  give  jus’  about  anythin’  a  shot.    ❜    

he  had  a  condo  in  Hawaii  where  he’d  spend  a  couple  weeks  out  of  the  city  for  CAT  and  picking  up  coffee  beans;  or  ‘me  time’  as  he’d  call  it.  He  loved  Shibuya  more  than  life  but  he  enjoyed  traveling  too.  Being  stuck  in  the  same  place  meant  that  he  wasn’t  going  to  expand  his  world;  literally. 

[starshold]

@herocarved​     →     from here.

“ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ”  -  to roxas.

his other half  ,  roxas thinks  ,  is a much kinder person than he is.  but maybe that’s because of his  own  existence.  how much of this rage within him is his own ??  how much of it came from sora ??  it’s an odd existence  ,  but the boy finds he doesn’t mind.  no  ,  roxas thinks  ,  to have lived inside of sora’s heart  ,  to live  now  alongside him  ,  that much is a gift he wouldn’t trade  ,  not for anything the world could ever offer him.  here he is  ,  alongside the boy so many compared him to.  he was sora’s shadow  ,  sora’s nobody  ,  a  lesser  ,  broken piece of that golden boy  .

at one point  ,  he resented sora.  he wondered what could be so  special  about that boy that he deserved to be told he was less than him.  but he understands.  sora is  light  ,  so golden warm  &  pure that not even the  sun  compared to his heart.  maybe they were right.  maybe roxas was less than human  ,  maybe he was never  meant  to be human.  &  he would’ve been content being a sleeping fragment of sora’s heart for good.

for someone like sora  ,  it wasn’t enough.  he thought that roxas deserved to live outside of his own shadow  ,  he was willing to do  anything  to make that happen.  what a golden soul the gods must have given to him  ,  roxas had thought.  how honored i am to once have shared it with you. 

he struggles  ,  sometimes  ,  with his humanity.  axel knows it  ,  xion knows it  ,  &  now sora does too.  he doesn’t remember what he had said  ,  or how sora came to say what he did  ,  but all of a sudden roxas feels as though he had been punched in the chest.

you’re not some thing.  you’re a person.  i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise.

was he a person ??  is that what this weight in his chest was now ??  his hands tremble slightly  ,  &  a smile makes its way to roxas’ face  ,  though only for a moment.  that golden boy can see right through him  ,  it’s no use lying.  around sora  ,  his other half  ,  his  better  half  ,  roxas has never felt such a sickening combination of vulnerability  &  safety.  he swallows thickly  ,  shutting his eyes for a moment before he speaks  ,  thinking about his words carefully.

‘ for a while, i was just.....i wasn’t a person.  but you...you’ve always made me feel like me.  you see me as me.  that’s all i need to know. ’ 

he wonders if sora will know he’s trying to say thank you.

[dawnled]

actions speak louder than words / @herocarved !

forehead - sender presses their forehead against receiver's

the last thing he remembered was falling asleep , though not really of his own will ---- the Mansion's basement had long since become a familiar setting , the mechanical beeps & hums almost soothing , the walls so blindingly white it made him wonder if they might eventually purge him of his sins .

from white , into darkness , into---- whatever , wherever , this was ; a dreary , dusty old canyon for which he had barely gathered a name , with people he barely recognised .

The Keyblade Graveyard .

some of the faces he did know , from his time keeping tabs on the Organisation for DiZ - Xemnas , Xigbar , Vexen , Saix , Demyx , Luxord , Larxene , Marluxia - and one , particularly Ansem , he of course knew from his own personal struggles .

but the others -- the others were unfamiliar to him , though one ( a man that the oldest man , xehanort , called 'terra' ) seemed to tickle something at the back of his mind , like a hazy childhood memory .

not that he has time to think about it - he's barely able to find his composure in this strange , new place , completely unknown as to the who's , how's or why's , before it's all replaced with inexplicable pain , so searing hot that it's almost blinding . his heart sears inside his chest , burning as if it's being pulled out of his chest ( maybe it is ) and then the world , once more , turns black .

the next time he wakes , the world feels even more tilted on its axis than before ---- and though it takes him a moment , his stomach drops at the realisation why .

he knows what it's like to be possessed , knows the sensation of powerlessness all too well - he begs , pleads any part of his body to do anything ---- but nothing does , not even an inch . in his dysphoria , he can barely make anything out between his blindfold & the hood raised over top of his head ; but through the dust that's beginning to settle , in the distance he swears he can see----

" sora . "

his lips don't move to say the word , but his inner self does - internally , he's a bit grateful the name doesn't escape him , for he's scared of what voice he might hear if it did - and as he widens his tunnel vision , he sees more ; people he knows , people he doesn't , and is that---- him , too ?

the relief at seeing sora again , alive and seemingly well, is enough to overpower any current confusion - so much so that it feels like his knees are about to buckle , and whoever's in control ( xehanort ? ) even seems startled at having to put a bit more energy into keeping himself upright .

whether or not this is his sora , safe and sound in the future , or some alternate universe where things went differently , riku doesn't know - he vaguely recalls some background chatter of 'vessels', 'guardians', 'Keyblade Wars', though he hadn't been of mind to pay whole attention - and while there's crushing guilt at having left his own sora's side for even a moment , this moment , baffling as it is , also brinegs a little bit of relief .

at least there's some sora , somewhere , who's awake , safe and fighting -- even more relieving , a sora who has a riku right by his side , determination striking in his features .

whether it's because of his lack of comprehension of the situation , or because of his being from a different---- world ? time ? ---- things seem to go by too quickly ; all he remembers is the eldest of their number talking ( " together , we shall unlock the Keyblade War's secrets " ) before the very world itself trembles , giving way to a labyrinth the likes of which riku's never seen .

time passes with simply him , ansem & xigbar , & though neither say a word to him , he can feel both of their eyes on the back of his head even through his hood -- neither of them need to say anything , particularly ansem , for riku to be on full alert , shoulders tense even through the possession .

as if fate abhors him even in this timeline , the Guardian who approaches him is the him of this time ---- though surprisingly , sora's not by his side . something cold , dark & bitter churns in his stomach , though perhaps it's his imagination if xehanort does not let it show , & the battle , cruel as it may be , begins .

he's surprised , when it seems to be mostly ansem & xigbar doing the fighting , as xehanort uses him to watch from a distance -- though eventually , the sora of this time does arrive , just as this time's riku is beginning to tire .

then , does he understand , as ansem bids them farewell - the reason why xehanort had kept him in the wings .

soul eater is a cruel weapon , a reminder of all his misdeeds -- it crackles to life in a shadowy cloud of darkness , and from that and the natural stance his body takes , xehanort's possession or no , realisation seems to click for both of his opponents . their offensive stance suddenly seems conflicted , hesitant , uncertain , as if they don't know how to handle him .

xehanort , of course , takes the opportunity - having spent so long in the shadows of the organisation , trailing their every move while sora slept , riku's swift , nimble , well adapted to the dark . each attack is precise , each block calculated , no matter how much riku internally struggles to stop it .

it's only in a particular flurry of attacks , when one comes perilously close to piercing sora's heart , that desperation fuels him enough to take control -- xehanort's ( his ? ) footing stumbles , and , whether out of instinct or opportunity , sora takes the moment to swap their momentum , flinging him back a few feet , where he stumbles & falls to his knees .

" no ---- ! "

the word escapes him , though whether it's because of him or xehanort , he's unsure -- but he pushes , pushes , and pushes some more , no matter how much , how hard , it hurts him .

you won't use me for this --- ! not again --- !

he's pushed through possession once before - he'll do it again , a thousand times more , if he has to .

anything , to help sora - to get out of this horrendous nightmare , to get back to being by his side .

the struggle becomes more physical , hands clutching at his skull , dragging through the long strands of his hair - it hurts , whether by xehanort's hand or his own , but it at least releases him from the confines of the organisation coat's hood . sunlight reaches through a bit more easily than before , and then suddenly too easily at all - one hand has dragged through to release his blindfold , which catches in between his fingers .

that , if nothing else , seems to be enough to startle this sora and riku both .

he dares not wonder as to what they see , that could shock the two of them so much they would stagger .

" sora . "

that time , he knows , the name does escape him - it hurts to speak it , like he's a parched man in the middle of a desert ( maybe he is ) but also because it feels like sacrilege to do so .

there's the off - side sound of guns , ones he knows to be xigbar's , that he can barely note keeps the other riku busy ---- but sora's staring , staring and staring still , and if riku wasn't so grateful for sora to be looking at him at all , he was sure he'd be shying away , if not flinching away from his gaze . but , so far , keeping eye contact with sora seems to be the only thing helping him to keep control , painful as it is - and it's as searing hot pain flares through him once more , prickling wet at the corners of his eyes , that sora moves .

he runs , faster than riku's ever seen him - he hasn't seen sora do anything , recently , floating peacefully in that pod of his - until he's right by riku's side , skidding to a halt and kneeling right in front of him . his hands hover , mouth slightly parted , like he doesn't know what to do , where to touch , what to say , only that he has to do , say , something .

" sora . "

it's the only word riku finds he can say now , for how he had loathed to say it before - it's quiet , raw , desperate , his silent plea for help as his legs give out , his arms trembling with his effort to stay in control .

" sora . "

help me . i'm sorry . i didn't mean to . i never wanted to hurt you .

and sora knows , because of course he does - and riku knows , because of course he does , too ; he can tell in the gleam of those beautiful starry sky blues that sora knows all he wants to say ---- all the apologies , the pain , and maybe all the heartbreak and love things , too .

sora knows , and he shows it , in how gently he pries riku's hands where they dig stinging crescents into his scalp - his hands are warm , so warm , soft and gentle and kind , as they wrap around his own , and anything of sora had been Too Much , so all of this at once is So Much it's Overwhelming , so much so that riku could cry .

maybe he is , just a little bit - his eyes are burning , prickling at the corners , and he's never allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of sora , of all people , before , but he'd long since told himself that none of that mattered anymore if it meant he got to see sora again , alive and happy and well .

even if he was no longer by his side .

" i know . "

the words are so much of a comfort that riku overflows , more from the fact it's sora's voice than anything else - and then , suddenly , he can't see , delicate , warm fingers brushing through his hair as sora's forehead is pressed to his own .

the fighting has stopped , the outside noise no longer so overstimulating - there's just him and his struggle to keep control , emotions running so high he doesn't think xehanort could take control again even if he wanted to . sora , sora , sora , every part of him sings , so much so that he trembles with it , and oh how he wishes he could stop the tears , if only to see more of sora's face .

" you did good . "

i didn't .

" you protected me . "

did i really ?

" i believe in you . "

that , at the very least , he can believe - if there's anything he knows , it's that sora's always believed in him , even when he didn't deserve it .

it's those words , that little bit of hope , that seem to finally release the hellish shackle on his heart - the world taints black , even beyond the tears , and the darkness takes him , leaving only the phantom warmth of hands upon his skin .

" i believe in you . "

thank you .

[groovepawn]

@herocarved asked:

“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 🌻

A reddish gaze turns to look at him, a sort of curiosity occupying her faux visage. 

A casual, off-handed comment about “being something she’s not" seemed to stick out in his mind, in a way it rarely did for few. Despite how up-beat and carefree he seemed before, a certain sort of seriousness seemed to resonate in his sentiment as they stopped to stand still. After a moment, she turns back to him in full, and while she doesn’t realize it, a smile, maybe a touch melancholic, but no less genuine, shows on her features.

“You’re an interesting guy, you know that, Sora?”

“Tell you what,” she begins gently, taking a step closer, leaning in towards him to offer a bold wink, one only possible because she was cute enough to pull it off like this, “ask me again in Shibuya," the real me, "and I will tell you everything... sound fair?”

Shiki may not have always been the most honest girl, but this was one promise she’d make sure to keep.

[oblivionknight]

                     Which unpopular archetype is Riku?

                                                  The loyal

it’s a good thing you’re so patient. you know what it’s like to feel the full weight of doubt bearing down in you. for years, it tried to squeeze the life from your lungs. but nothing’s going to make you bow. you kept the candle’s flame alive. you whispered the names at nightfall. the vigil still lives inside of you. one day, the waiting will have been worth it. all your love is going to come home to you. you’re more important than you know. you’re still the one true believer. / / personality: calm, level-headed, stubborn / / counterpart: the accomplice.

Tagged by: @strength-of-heart​ (Thank you <3)

Tagging: @soaringcrowns​ @lcstkey​ @radixnt-gxrden​ @herocarved​

[dansiere]

✧･ﾟ: * plant personality :

✧ dandelion :  scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. You don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. You have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are. Like you, dandelion holds steady, even in unfriendly environments. 

✧ nettle : truly a nurturing and supportive friend, you’re the kind of person that just isn’t for everyone. But those who take the time are rewarded with your gentle disposition, and the kind of friendship that does a person good no matter the difficulty they’re facing. When out of balance, you can become more prickly than supportive or nurturing, though—a sign that you need to shower yourself with the same kind of nurturing you so freely give to others.  Nettle is a deeply supportive herb that has been used for centuries as a tonic to support your body’s well-being.* A traditional springtime tonic whose alluring “green” taste is a reflection of the rising green of spring, nettle gently nourishes the whole body.

✧ fennel : you’re quiet, sometimes shy, with a tendency to be reserved. You have a humble, kind nature and often find yourself taking care of others. You can be known to hold things in, and you don’t always speak up for yourself. This tendency to hold things in can lead to disturbances. Fennel is generally soothing and supportive.

tagged by  :  fellow plant enthusiast @enshijou​​.

tagging : last five on the dash! @herocarved​, @reddtutu​, @foxcharmed​, @blossomingbeelzebug​, & @furmidables​​.

[prayaux]

@herocarved​​ sent something miscellaneous :

“ why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world? ”

a simple question, one posed as she travels the rickety wooden boards that pass from her home’s doorstep, over the river and down to the patches of flowers from which she likes to pick. the length of her hair shifts almost dramatically as she turns her head back, over her shoulder, eyes glimmering with question as she meets his gaze.

there’s silence for a few moments more as she passes over the balancing gap, landing easily on the other side, flower basket in hand ; after which she gives a small, contemplative hum as they make their way down the path.

“i’m not that special.”

a lie, really, but he didn’t know that - an ancient, a cetra, the last of them ; but to her, it’s never meant or done anything, not really. gotten her experimented on in a lab, her mother deceased---- but it’s also brought her to elmyra, so perhaps it’s done some good after all.

it’s brought her to him, or maybe him to her.

hmm. perhaps it’s not so bad.

“i’m just a regular person, living in the slums. i don’t need to be treated as anything valuable.”