» time 2 years ago   » notes 12
#flamepurge 

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The puffs of smoke still wisped into the air as they closed the distance, Basch winding the pair of them across patterned cobblestones in the melting shadows of theatres and restaurants. “Alright?” he asked her hopefully, leaning close and smiling in the dim, street-lantern-lit dusk. He licked his lips against the dry northern air, the look curling into a grin. “I once knew Muthru to come alive by night, the shops open long under moonrise and torches to light the way. Molberry has its own take on it. Not quite home, but something new to your eye?”

And as he said it, a long gasp came up from dozens of voices, the surprise bursting into a collective laugh. The drums gave it away, and Basch winked to Penelo before moving toward the sound. The crowd was tightly packed in the small square, no more than a hidden corner of the district. Tumblers in motley rolled and cantered about, fizzling coloured sparks before the smiling faces of the Archadians and flicking gil coins from behind children’s ears. Some pattered on bandercoeurl-skin drums, viridian under the deepening sky, while others danced in quick swipes of light shoes. At the center of the band were the fire-breathers, and Basch moved them to the fore just as one man, bared from the waist up, took a long swig from an amber bottle and thin glittering torch in hand. The long stream of his spewed flame flared to touch upon the sky, and the first stars of the night came out in answer. Basch’s laugh joined the delighted cries of the crowd, and he squeezed Penelo’s hand, so very pleased to share the sight at last.

To say she was stunned was an understatement. Archades was a place that instilled stiffness and worry in her heart, yet now, once the night had spread onto the cobble steps, she was delivered a new sight. One of colourful wonder and bustling crowds. No longer was the air of superiority present, rather it was a place of excitement. In all her wonder, she forgot herself, and it wasn’t until her date called her back that she remembered herself. He had been talking, still was, something about nightlife in the city. A flush took over her cheeks and she nodded to him, agreeing with his statement. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice her slip. Yet he too seemed to be willing to distractions of the city.

His wink was startling - when did Basch fon Ronsenburg wink? She didn’t even know he could wink. Heartstopping, fluster producing and completely charming. As he pulled her through the crowds the only thought in her mind was that he should do it more. When they rounded the crowd, Penelo cursed her height. Even at near the front, she found it difficult to see. There were flames, chants and some sort of dancing. That was all she could make out. Basch’s tall body was positioned behind her, another reminder of her small stature. Her head met his chest, far too short to see over the heads of tall Archadians that where at least half a head taller than her. Rhythmic drums called into the night and at least that was not barred from her. The beat was pulsing, heavy and intoxicating. The dancer within wished to take flight, longing to move to sensual beats that would time so well with her footing. A small sway took over her, too light to be true dancing but it was enough. As another flame shot into the air, the laughter from the man behind Penelo vibrated through her. The hand that held hers squeezed in affection and she melted into him, laughing with him in her own way. 

(Source: dancingnavigator)

» time 2 years ago   
#ooc 

It would seem as though I am finally back from Hiatus. Whoop! It will take me a few days to get back into the swing of things but it is good to be free of Essays. I should probably start grovelling back to all the rpers I have abandoned in my time if stress and coursework.

» time 2 years ago   
#reconcillier 

reconcillier replied to your post: ooc: I should probably apologise for the lack of…

(And then shall we roleplay? … The Penelo who was in FFU is no longer active, so ah I hope when you’re less busy we may at last roleplay together. As Penelo and Larsa. Yes.)

((I’ve always been up for roleplaying with your Larsa. You know that. :) ))

» time 2 years ago   » notes 5
#just a little update 

ooc: I should probably apologise for the lack of activity on this account. Unfortunately I am rather bad at time keeping and working to deadlines and as a result, I have let another mountain of work pile up on top of me again. My hand in date is the 4th of May, so I will probably be back to rping regularly from then. 

» time 2 years ago   » notes 12
#flamepurge 

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He nodded, smiling and holding tight to her hand in his. The door hissed open by the command of their driver and slid away, the spice and coolness of the night air drawn in. It had been a few months since Basch had been this way by night, oft kept to the palace or the streets of Tsenoble, but there was a spark of the south he dearly missed in the way it came alive. A curl of smoke wisped over the skyline of the next block, and he knew he had come the right way.

Basch met Penelo’s gaze and broke into a grin. “This way first.” He led them out of the taxi’s hold and onto the sett stones of the Nilbasse dock, tinged like sage in the waning light. The citizens walked straight of back here, not yet gone to their favourite places for enough spirits. “This place may yet be stuffy, but pay them no mind,” he whispered in Penelo’s ear, tugging her hand with an easy smile toward the stairs and the spill of the city.

Busy exactly wasn’t how she would describe the city she had been taken into. It was an odd mix of liveliness and spark, but it lacked the buzz of Rabanastan night live. Perhaps it was a good thing, Archadian’s weren’t Penelo’s favourite type of hume. Yet she still smiled back to Basch at his light worded joke at the local folk. Even he didn’t feel comfortable here.

Basch lead the way, obviously he knew where they were going. He kept close, his hand still holding hers but even at a slow pace, their difference in height meant that he always seemed to go a bit faster than herself. It’s a reminder to days when they would be walking together with more of a mission in mind. Slowly the route was coming back to her, yet without her companion she would be just as lost as she was a few days prior. 

(Source: dancingnavigator)

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“Did I?” It came out soft, barely a question, with the distracted way he kept eyes on the flare of her smile. The tingling swipes of her fingers within his palm sent gooseflesh along his arm, a lull that set his hearing to fuzzy in the already-close air of the cab. It took a moment for his mind to snap to attention and understand: she wanted to spend time with him. It was likely a childish thing, he knew, the way he clung to the notion; he had been too long bereft of touch and kindness behind cage and behind armour, but the knot within Basch unwound nonetheless. Not all of Penelo’s magicks were in the speaking of spells, not to him.

A deepening breath, a nod, and the stiffness left his limbs. “Alright,” he smiled assuredly. Nilbasse grew tall and amber outside, the dock surely close with how their vessel began to slow, yet the city was no more than a mote in the corner of his eye. If he only focused on the things he wished to show her—as a soldier on a mission, as if the destinations were all that might keep her close—then he would miss out on the way her fingers drew over his scars without fear and judgement. He brushed his lips faintly to her temple at the sudden ease in his thought, drawn like a bee to blossom, and smiling as he spoke. “Then let us do as we may.”

"Oh" was all she could say in response. She was perfectly fine being the one that initiating intimate actions, but him doing something along them lines just filled her with butterflies one again. Her face burned and she knew she was bright red, but out came a  light nervous laugh and a smile. The cab came to a gentle hult as she pulled back to look at him once again. Timing was either her saviour or her doom.

Pulling back her nerves, Penelo quickly glanced out of the window to see if they were really there. Molberry was not the usual visiting area on her trips to the Capitol, yet she knew the area well enough to recognise it. Perhaps after tonight she might find herself appreciating it more. “I guess we are here then,” she said as she sought his gaze. Her hands squeezed before she spoke again. “Well I’m ready. Let’s do this!”

(Source: dancingnavigator)

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boltrunofdestiny:

dancingnavigator:

boltrunofdestiny:

dancingnavigator:

boltrunofdestiny:

dancingnavigator:

boltrunofdestiny:

dancingnavigator:

boltrunofdestiny:

Oh? Well I guess I’ll just go and acompany him then, if that makes you feel better.

[glares at him] You are insufferable sometimes. 

-shrugs-
I quite enjoy it. 

Of course you do.

-winks and smiles-

[smiles back and pushes him playfully]

Looks like you don’t mind me being ‘insufferable’?

I’ve put up with Vaan for years. I don’t think I need to say anything else. [gives him a wink of her own]

Well… I admit that this means quite some work, yes.

Just takes a lot of patience.

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boltrunofdestiny:

dancingnavigator:

boltrunofdestiny:

dancingnavigator:

boltrunofdestiny:

dancingnavigator:

boltrunofdestiny:

Oh? Well I guess I’ll just go and acompany him then, if that makes you feel better.

[glares at him] You are insufferable sometimes. 

-shrugs-
I quite enjoy it. 

Of course you do.

-winks and smiles-

[smiles back and pushes him playfully]

Looks like you don’t mind me being ‘insufferable’?

I’ve put up with Vaan for years. I don’t think I need to say anything else. [gives him a wink of her own]