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[multisuperfluity]

The adventure continues with @yaksha-garden

It had been hard to hear the approaching footsteps over the sound of the rain hitting every nearby surface, but the boy had seen the feet of the stranger before they lifted the leaf. He didn't know what to expect there in the forest, and maybe he should have been a little more cautious, but he smiled at them.

Which might have been a little more convincing if he hadn't been wet, hair stuck to his head and shirt in need of a wringing out. But overall he was okay, just a little uncomfortable.

"Well, that's a long story. And you might not believe me if I did tell you." He was only being honest. He didn't know how other worlds were with interdimentional travel or those who accidently got caught up in it, like himself. "But I promise I'm not here to cause trouble or anything."

[askrossiel]

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Rossiel nodded and made sympathetic noises as she listened to their complaints, working open a sleeve of biscuits with a deft motion of her long harper's fingers and tipping the sweets out onto a plate to share.

"More trouble than they're worth, I'm sure." She plucked up a biscuit for herself and nibbled at it thoughtfully for a moment. "Then again, I can't say I've ever had a cult -- with or without the sex -- so I suppose I wouldn't know."

[eritvita]

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@yaksha-garden

His face is naught the face of humanoid, tonight: a furred snout, the black, wet nose of a cervine in the midst of hearty Spring, and the fluttering ears of the Stag art performed to resemble and match his own, flowing horns, and immaculately and miraculous dost Roland’s eyebrows bounce in thrice, clasping at their painted hand warmly.

He places his other hand upon their waist in a chaste move, and doth borne to spin them, bouncing along the beat of skin-drawn drums and jaunty flutes made of raw quartz.

He beams, his teeth grown from the flat molar to the gleaming sharpness of predatory growth, borne for chipper amiability to frame Himself. “‘Tisn’t rude at all! I am Roland,” offers he freely, and his long coat sweeps betwixt the white hose upon Roland’s shapely calves. “Art thou Fae, new Being? Or of a freed dryad ready to confirm their Form as 'pon their naked Feet? Whom art thou?” inquies he curiously.

[anithikos]

@yaksha-garden sent :: 💿[Eden, for Gideon or Kipling, whichever the song fits better] :: send me a 💿 and i'll shuffle my music and write a starter based on the first song i get!

"I like to wear my human skin outside, in disguise," Kipling teased, pint glass outstretched in a toast. He downed the dark, sanguine tinted Guinness like it was water. He'd spent many nights at the bar with a dark brew in hand, and now multiple beside the not-quite-a-stranger.

Face down was the latest copy of the Nova Tribune, stained with rings of condensation and droplets of water and beer. Despite having the front page story, he wasn't satisfied.

"But that's what journalists do. We're all ambulance chasing tragedy hounds at our core, and so are the people that buy this schlock. We're a whole society of rubberneckers."

[bxtsence]

Eden hasn't known Rowan long enough to know what the perfect gift would be for him, but if you want they'll send a lotus-scented card. ~@yaksha-garden

@yaksha-garden

[ ✞ ] - ❝ Well… Thank you very much. ❞ He takes a sniff of the card, nodding in subtle approval. ❝ It is quite appreciated. ❞

[askrossiel]

She passed Eden the bun she had presented as Lúthien's choice, keeping for herself the one standing in for the option not taken. "It is just as well that leaving the circles of the World is not my right."

Granted, it was difficult to tell, some days, whether the path she had taken was any better. Arwen had forsaken immortality the same as her ancestor had, and Elrond was left to grieve the same as King Thingol and Queen Melian. And Rossiel... lingered somewhere in between. "I could not follow her, even if I wanted to. But if I had, I wouldn't have met you, or any of the other friends I have made in this Age."

With a last sip, Eden finished their cup of tea. By now, their red bean bun was gone too. They pondered the buns in Rossiel's hands only slightly with gluttonous intent though. The rest was philosophical.

As sordid as the story was, Eden thought that the couple's ultimate fate, to live a mortal life on a green isle, leave the world together, to be survived by some descendants, was not so bad.

"Perhaps when I have the time, I'll ask to hear the full song," they mused aloud. "In the meantime... I think I understand Lúthien, in a strange way. "

They reached over for one of the buns. "But while I would like to think I would choose the same as she... ah, I don't know."

The option to forget remained ever tempting, after all.

[multisuperfluity]

Continued with @yaksha-garden and Tala!

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Amber eyes narrowed at the other. Tala couldn't have cared less about the state of the place, it wasn't hers just a shelter she had found to keep out of the rain, but what she did care about was the other's willingness to just barge in and make a scene. The wolf had attacked first she would admit to that, but it was out of self-defense (or so she told herself).

And she may have been in her human form, but Tala's fangs and claws were prominent as she scoffed, nearly snarled. "I didn't stutter. Why are you even here? Why are you still here? Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

[askrossiel]

💤

"Don't put the trout... in the ice cream maker..."

[askrossiel]

"I promised to meet you when the ashes cleared, for one final round of combat to decide both of our fates. Well here I am."

🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

[@yaksha-garden :P]

Rossiel flopped dramatically onto the couch with a theatrically-wounded cry. "I am mortally-booped! To Mandos shall I go, and my valiant deeds be recalled in the tapestries of Vairë!"

After raising her arm to tap Eden gently on the nose, she went limp with a "Blaaaargh!" (Though, of course, she did not use her full ability to feign death-- the skill would have been concerning to witness, rather than playful.)

[askrossiel]

For funsies, here’s how Eden scores.

(* They’re lady-adjacent I think

* Wise: like, sometimes. once in a blue moon they show their age. most of the time they’re kind of an idiot.)

“At the least, it makes you the best sort of friend.”

[askrossiel]

"Rossiel, my dear friend, can you settle an argument between my other half and I? He read many strange books in his youth and now he thinks an elf's ears ought to be sensitive to the touch and I think that's nonsense. Human ears aren't overly sensitive. Why would pointiness and length imply that elf ears are more so? Anyway, could you weigh in as a possessor of pointed ears?"

"I do not think it is necessarily that the shape of our ears makes them sensitive. It is merely that, due to the unique relationship between an Elf's body and spirit, every sense is experienced more strongly in my folk, touch included; and the ears are already a place where the skin is more delicate."

[askrossiel]

[I MEANT 5'3"]

//Here you go! @yaksha-garden

[rejectshumanity]

@yaksha-garden said: ❝ surely you don't expect me to kneel. ❞

❝ not necessarily. you could spare yourself the indignity, and kiss me instead. ❞

[rejectshumanity]

@yaksha-garden | continued from here.

❝  but  i’ve  only  just  begun  reading.  ❞     DIO’s  words  are  dripping  with  mock  disappointment,  as  though  he  actually  intends,  albeit  reluctantly,  to  give  it  back.  but  he  very  clearly  does  not,  or  else he  would  not  have vanished  right  before  eden’s  eyes  to  reappear  behind  them,  reclining  comfortably  upon  their  sofa  with  their  journal  propped  open  in  his  lap. he  licks  his  thumb  and  turns  the  page,  flashing  an  impish  smirk  that  is  almost  entirely  eclipsed  by  the  omnipresent  shadows  surrounding  his  presence.     ❝  forgive me, eden. you must indulge  my  curiosity.  ❞

[rejectshumanity]

ehhhhh fuck it 👄+Eden [@yaksha-garden]

send ‘ 👄 + character name’ and my muse will say if they find them attractive | ACCEPTING

eden  has  never  once  before  given  DIO  the  impression  that  they  are  interested  in  any  of  his  opinions,  to  say  nothing  of  attraction.  color  him  somewhat  surprised  —  and  supremely  amused.

❝  you  certainly  know  how  to  keep  me  interested,  ❞     he  muses,  letting  a  slow,  sultry  smile  spread  across  his  lips.     ❝  should  you  ever  desire  my  affections,  the  doors  to  my  bedroom  are  wide  open  for  you.  ❞

[rejectshumanity]

🌷 [from Eden @yaksha-garden]

send  me  🌷  and  my  muse  will  have  to  say  one  nice  thing  about  yours  |  ACCEPTING

❝  you  keep  a  well-stocked  library.  ❞     he  has  refrained  from  raiding  it  this  time,  although  the  idea  is  ever  tempting.     ❝  your  taste  in  literature  is  excellent.  ❞