#metrictita: sora

[futurefind]

“ what’s the matter ?? you look like you’ve seen a ghost . ” (from sora, for sa!)

❥𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝟑𝟓𝟖/𝟐 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 ( 𝟏.𝟓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐗 )   (   𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑   )    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]  / accepting // @metrictita

Her tongue sits like chalk in her mouth. Dry and useless without something to put it against— and she has all of nothing for it. Maybe, maybe, if it was someone in her line of work, it'd be worth dragging together the effort to compensate. But he's not, he's Sora, and the closest he'll get is when she gets involved with animal spirits.

He doesn't need to hear about a semi-trusted employer trying to kill her, or needing to fucking speedrun finding supporters and witnesses so she could kill them and not get blacklisted or hunted down. Pretending their family actually understands and aren't even more names who are going to curse her to their graves, no matter how little they may do to act upon it.

"...Nothing," she shrugs her right shoulder. Isn't the sort for smiles anymore, so all she can offer in reassurance is an understanding grimace, instead. "Long night."

[intcritus]

‘ don’t be scared. ’ (from crow, to danya . . . i think he should be 🧍‍♂️)

why did he always encounter this dickwad in the dark ? was he someone who liked to skulk like some creep ? he was wearing flipflops in this cool weather. that told danya all he needed to know. and yet the dhamphir merely gives him a droll look, ignoring the hairs rising on the back of his neck. he wasn't scared. but something about this fucker made danya want to kick him toward the moon. bringing the oreo milkshake to his mouth, he sucked a mouthful through the straw, staring at crow with a droll stare. ❝ ━i'm gonna touch your hand as i say this, but i'm more scared of you with dry cracked feet then any other encounter. do you need me to direct you to the nearest psychiatric ward ? they're open year-round.❞ / @metrictita

[futurefind]

"trust me. you don’t want to know." (from sora, for sa!)

"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?" PROMPTS / accepting // @metrictita

She knows, on some level, that Sora's deflection could actually be more for his sake than her own. But if it's not...? Well. It's hardly the first time she wishes she were charismatic, and it certainly won't be the last, but the desire itself is far more sharp than usual. After all, there's not exactly many appealing ways to dip into the shit she's knee deep in on a good day.

But what she also knows is that Sora would sooner cut his own arm off than 'burden' her with his troubles. Sure, she may not be much better herself, but she has no qualms with busting heads as needed and it's not like there's any help to be had when your job is the sort only you can handle.

"And yet," Sasume counters slowly, eyes narrowing as she holds his gaze. "I asked." She looks away, then, to give him space. Time.

Even as she mulls over what could've happened, and what she ought to do about each of those what if's. Except none of that matters if she doesn't know what happened. If she can't even begin to try and help.

"...So. Try me," she says, carefully breaking the silence she let fall.

[intcritus]

[ rest ] sender unintentionally falls asleep leaning against receiver. (from sora, for solana!)

the stars are absent tonight, the midnight sky clear but sora's weight is welcome as he leans into her side, head resting on the curve of her shoulder. can he hear the way her heart pounds at his closeness ? judging from the soft breaths, probably not. regardless, the dragon wraps a wing around him, gently shielding him from the breeze. he's cute like this -- soft and unguarded.

shifting, she rests her head atop his, a low rumble in her chest. sometimes, sora reminds her that trusting someone, letting someone in wasn't scary. it could be as easy as floating on a cloud, the ease of delicious chocolate melting on her tongue. but her feelings were certainly her own. maybe she just craved the companionship of someone she'd never attain in her time slipping, but he was refreshing and sweet. how could she not want to experience more ? to hold him selfishly in these tiny moments of respite ? ah, what a lively thing it is to feel. / @metrictita

[intcritus]

they had been sitting amidst the clouds again, high up in the sky where no one else could reach them. sora’s golden gaze wandered ever so often towards the blonde sitting next to him, feeling mesmerized by her presence alone. & as she turned his way, it was as if all the adrenaline within the world rushed through his veins & he simply leaned in. scarred lips pressed against the corner of her own, a bright red dusting his features before he quickly pulled away again, averting his gaze. 'oh god, i'm so sorry, solana . . . ' not even able to properly formulate words, sora's thoughts would meet hers in telepathy.

solana liked these quiet moments with her current company, they were becoming more and more frequent and even though they didn't do much talking, that was okay. sometimes just to be was enough. the dragon notices his glances, and turns to inquire if he needs something but his sudden movement nearly makes her jump. ❝ ━ sora....❞ soft lips press to the corner of her mouth. eyes widen, heart tripping over itself as lips part.

blinking owlishly, pink flourishing over her cheeks, solana feels his mind brush against hers as his apologizes fill her skull. hand rises to the spot where his lips had previously been, flustered beyond belief. ❝ ━ had a moment of courage, huh ? don't worry, there's no need to apologize, that was rather cute of you. ❞ she can't help but tease, gently bumping her should with his. and who is she if she doesn't retaliate in kind ? leaning close, lips press to his cheek, lingering with a quiet rumble in her chest, ❝ ━ heh, you're adorable. ❞

[intcritus]

❝ ━ mhm, it's either up high or my nest. but up high will always trump that. ❞ drumming her fings along the tops of her thighs, solana lets her gaze fall to below them, where humans seemed like tiny ants, hustling and bustling to get home, to get to work. it wasn't new, not to her but she hopes the chaotic life they lead would never be her own. being free means everything to her, even at the cost of her happiness most nights.

from her peripheral, she watches sora, feeling her lips twitch into a smirk. to her, scars were a sign of life. gods, he was so cute. ❝ ━ guess i have you all to myself, huh ? maybe i'll do something scandalous like hold your hand. would really throw the world for a tizzy. ❞ she's giggling at the prospect, because truly, how could she not tease sora when he was being this adorable ? and he was even blushing. some part of her wants to grab and squeeze him until he squeals. cuteness aggression, maybe ? not that she'd ever hurt him, but still ! ❝ ━ maybe next time, i'll hold you in my arms and tell you about every star we see. and you can snuggle close and tell me about everything you like so we can explore together. ❞

the very thought of being popular is so silly to solana, she was a veritable menace to most people she came across, sans sora, ❝ ━ you're the only one i want to spend my time with, so no worries, there's no competition for my hand. ❞ she shoots a wink his way, sharp teeth flashing in a cheeky grin. and the truth was, solana didn't connect with people easily. she didn't trust herself or other people as far as she could throw them, so it was easy to go off what her instincts told her about people and they had gravitated toward sora with such certainty that she hadn't questioned it.

at her reassurance, sora can't help but to exhale out in relief — such a thing might have been a triviality to some but not to him. after all, ever since he had left his old life behind, he was trying his best to re-adjust to society & to become as approachable as possible. small steps were taken. baby steps. this was one of them. 'i'm glad about that.' his voice continues to echo within her mind, the newfound ease quickly lacing into his tone. at her words, the male starts to fiddle with the string of his hoodie — golden gaze cast to the sky as he nods. 'i understand. it's where you feel best, right?' a pause; it is the same for him & the forests. the first time he felt freedom.

owlishly would he blink at the blonde, following her words attentively before a light pink comes to bloom atop his pale cheeks. did she really just call him cute? a beautiful girl like herself? finding him attractive? a hand moved to his cheek, absentmindely tracing one of the many scars that littered his face. "n-no . . . there is no one. i'm alone . . . often." he finally speaks, not just through telepathy as the blush grows; gaze sheepishly cast to the side. "i'd like that . . . s-soaring through the sky. i've never done that before." his voice sounds almost uncertain, as if he wasn't sure how to properly talk to her. "b-but i hope i'm not stealing your time away! you . . . you must be quite popular, n-no?"

[intcritus]

[ hoist ] sender hoists receiver onto their shoulders and carries them around. (sora/solana... he also wanted to carry her around a little uvu)

Solana was in no way or shape light. Between her wings and the horns, and being bottom heavy, she has to marvel at Sora’s strength. Regardless, it makes her giggle, one hand stroking through his pale hair, tucking in her wings so they don’t mess up his balance. ❝ ━ It’s so warm today, isn’t it ? We should have a picnic ! Ooh, I bet the park is empty at this time too, we can take residence until some trees. Hm, maybe we should stop for snacks. ❞ 

If Solana was being honest with herself, she was quite comfortable on Sora’s shoulders and if she squeezed her thighs together just to see his cheeks flush, well, he was too easy to tease. Regardless, she doesn’t tease him too much, instead getting fixated on playing in his hair as he talks to her telepathically. And oh, the dragoness adores the way his voice caresses the inside of her skull.

It’s like the kind of connection most mated dragons have only once in their lifetime: Something intimate. But she also knew this was a preferred method of communication and having conversations only they could hear? How could she hope to sully that by telling him of draconic mating things. It would no doubt scare him away. She startles as he lifts her from his shoulders, settling her down beside him once they reach the store.

Grinning, she links his hand with her own, before grabbing a basket for whatever snacks they choose to get. ❝ ━ Water, of course, we have to stay cool. Mmm, maybe fruits ? ❞ Something they could share ? Mm, maybe she can feed him by hand, that would be cute. Tugging him closer, she drops a kiss to his cheek, ❝ ━ We can nap after our snacks. That means cuddling with me, you alright with that ? ❞ There’s a glint of mischief in her gaze but no less genuine in asking. / @metrictita

[intcritus]

(for solana) sora is 5'11 :>

she doesn't have to lean up for kisses.....gonna grab his face and squish / @metrictita