#highwindo

[whitexdove]

@highwindo single sentence starter

"yeah, no, i understand we ditched them and everything, but are they going to be okay?"

[astarab1aze]

🧡 - for sati

send a symbol for an aesthetic orange heart - our muses' friendship

[corcnaiism]

───※ ·❆· ※───⁣　 @highwindo　　: ⁣　-keeps playing with his hair- well prompto isn't here so you are getting it instead.

now, noctis was conflicted because :

he wished prompto was around to take her away from him.

　　&

⁣　2. he was glad prompto wasn't around to take her away from him.

a shuddered breath as she continued to play with his hair, yet he did little to nothing to prevent her from doing so.

　　❛ i'm sure he'll come by soon. i can call him if you want. just . . . keep your hands to yourself. please. ❜

damn her. somehow, she figured out what to do to keep him on a leash.

[moldbreakcr]

@highwindo wanted a little bastard

"you know, i've met some pretty unbearable people." he pauses, leans back, crosses his arms over his chest. he's trying to ignore the ghost in the corner of the room. "but they've also met me."

[aeternxm]

Starter Call | @highwindo

lestallum was as BUSTLING as ever -- at least as much as it could be now that darkness had fallen over the land. it's WEIRD when lea thinks about it too much, because there had been a point in the beginning where he couldn't see a way forward. darkness had descended and surely there's no moving FORWARD from that, right?

but five years later things are ticking along nicely. business is good, people are nice ENOUGH and the eternal darkness isn't so BAD when you get used to it.

the forge is roaring with life, and there's a calming familiarity that comes with it that lea takes SOLACE in. he's so lost in his work that he doesn't even notice someone standing at his stall -- well, at least until he turns around and sees them.

a raised brow as lea sets down what he's currently working on -- must've been MONTHS since he'd started this project but no matter what he does, he's just not happy with it. it's almost like something is MISSING.

" yo, y'need somethin'? "

[chasingxfeathers]

@highwindo sent, “I’ve heard it said with great privilege comes great power. This is true”

arms are crossed over his chest, listening quietly. cloud was good at listening. he nods his head in silent agreement.

"yeah, you've got that right." said with a small huff.

[sharp-shot]

-squeeze his cheeks-

" listen, 'nea, is that really necessary? " he swats at her hands a little, cheeks huffed out embarrasingly. " i'm not a child, y'know? "

[fearlessmonk]

"Ignore the blood, it's just a graze."

Regardless the fatality, it was still a wound, and the blood was what caught Tifa's eye. As she reached forward to the woman in an instinctive reflex to assist, she nodded at her words. After all, they were in the middle of a battle and couldn't risk the time just yet. With a deep breath, Tifa's fists clenched as they faced back to their enemy.

"Let's finish this thing and get going!"

[whitexdove]

✏️

quiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick aranea. i cannot draw staight hair to save my life and thats all SE gives me!!!!

[astarab1aze]

-toss him meat- ur fave, sati

He's eyeballing it like an idiot, while simultaneously feeling a bit like she threw a stone at him... No matter, as a fresh, bloody cut of steak was thrown in the air - his attention stolen, and his pupils dilated wide. He had to admit, he was tempted to humor her and do a trick, play the part of a dancing monkey for her generosity, catch the meat in his mouth with a flourish and tear into it--

He did not do that, however. He did allow himself to look like a fool though, gathering the steak into his hands and biting into it with emphasis and pure, utter contentment. So, naturally, he was purring, too.

"Fank yew," he chuffed, grinning through his mouthful. "Dis is great--"

[corcnaiism]

;-- aranea is gonna make nocts blow a casket

[moldbreakcr]

@highwindo sent, “Pay a man enough, and he’ll walk barefoot into Hell.“

"hell, i know dudes that'd do it for free." reno leans back, bouncing on his heels -- it's a wonder he hadn't lost his balance. "most men are fuckin' stupid. i could probably tell my buddy that he could NOT fight that wyvern and win, and he'd still try to fist fight the fuckin' thing."

[royalarms]

what kind of tragedy are you ?

doomed from the start : there was no way of winning , and you knew it too . but you still tried . you tried again and again and again to change it . you fought tooth and claw to change your fate , but she cannot be easily manipulated . it’s not your fault . the game was always rigged against you . from the moment you entered the narrative , your fate was sealed .

you didn’t stand a chance .

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[lockedfighter]

ˏˋ°• ׂׂૢ་༘࿐            @highwindo plays with teefs hair . ♡ ₊˚ˑ༄ ↳ soft gestures ; accepting always !!

༊⋆｡˚                                  how  they  ended  up  in  such  a  compromising  position  —-  the  monk  would  never  know  .  her  head  lay  steady  against    the  others  lap  ,  eyes  coming  to  a  close  as  the    fire  slowly  flickered  before  them  .  camping  in  the  rough  had    never    been  her  forte  despite  the  trials  and  tribulations  she  had  seen  throughout  her  young  years  .    perhaps  ,  the  mere  dangers  of  being  so  vulnerable  to  the  brutality    mother  nature  could  cast  upon  the  lands  in  seconds  —-  or  the  unknown  creatures  that  lurked  in  the  sidelines  ,  waiting  for  their  opportunity  to  attack  .  either  way  ,  she  much  preferred  a  warm    (  and  safe  )  inn  as  spoilt  as  that  may  seem  .  yet  beggars  can’t  be  choosers  &  their  journey  had  placed  them  in  the    middle  of  nowhere  .    energy  levels  depleting  rapidly  . 

now  ,  carmine  gaze  rivaled  the  flickering  of  the    blaze  before  them  ,  she  allowed  herself  to  calm  as  aranea’s  gentle  fingertips  slowly  glided  through  the    inky  spill  of  cascading  locks  .  dolphin  tail  now  freed  from  the  red  bandage  like  hair  tie  .  ❛    y’know  ,  my  mother  used  to  do  this  all  the  time  when  i  was  scared  or  worried  .  ❜

didn’t  know  why  she  was  sharing  such  a  special  tidbit  from  her  past  but  the  air  around  them  felt  like  ample  opportunity  .  lids  heavy  &  coming  to  a  close  as  she  bummed  in  delight  .  ❛  thank  you  for  ..  not  judging  .  ❜  voice  meek  ;  a  fighter  through  &  through  —-  had  been  through  some  of  the  worst  scenes  imaginable  yet  was  scared  of  the  darkness  ,  wilderness  and  supernatural  .  she  knew  it  was  a  waste  of  time  for  such  fears  but  ..  perhaps  something  deep  rooted  within  locked  on  and  caused  them  .  either  way  ,  she  knew  she  couldn’t  have  been  out  her  alone  and  the  calming  sensation  of  fingers  against  scalp  had  her  drifting  slightly  into  a  s  l  u  m  b  e  r  . 

[sharp-shot]

" Hello pookie " she waved at prompto. "it was prompto, right?"

" f-for you, it can be pookie! " he's flustered because holy hell, look who is talking to him. he smiled nervously. " but yeah, it's prompto. "

[artymcart]

Old love never dies.