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 Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2023 6:15 pm
Taenite clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth at the Queen’s response. He let Albite use him to climb to his feet, let him squeeze his hand, and then throw himself on Faustite. But Taenite didn’t turn his attention from the Queen just yet. At least not until Heliodor joined in.
“Give him some air, would you both?” he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest as he bit back harsher words. This was definitely more ideal than having the White Moon take him-- better than a youma.
Better than Faustite losing all his memories.
Still, something wasn’t sitting right with him. This was good, but how long would it take for the White Moon to know? That their failure to help only aided in the Negaverse’s power?
Surely… someone would leak that information sooner than later. He just wished he knew who so he could kill them himself.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2023 6:16 pm
Jet winced. Not from the slaps he received on his arm, but before that. When he could hear all the things Aquamarine was thinking. He knew that he would eventually circle around to him, and sure enough--
“That’s classified,” he dared to say, but he didn’t shy away from Aquamarine. He didn’t take a step back to shield himself, but instead reached his arm to place around his lower back and tug him closer. Close enough to press a kiss to his temple while everyone else was focused on Faustite.
He was careful with his thoughts. At least his words. But he did share with Aquamarine a few images of what he was thinking about. For later. Once they got home. Those images, he didn’t bother keeping to himself.
“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he also dared to tease, but he figured he could handle whatever Aquamarine threw at him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2023 10:34 am
Roselite sat until he’d wrangled some semblance of control over himself, when he could brush the tears away without more coming to take their place. He amused himself with thoughts of Bloodstone’s anger. Roselite hoped his General wouldn’t do anything drastic.
As timid as always, Roselite was out of place there among husbands and friends and trusted colleagues. He didn’t begrudge any of them, but he felt foolish, his attempt at comfort, at any sort of solution, no longer needed. Faustite was their newest Sovereign; Roselite was pleased by that — glad that so many would not be made to lose so much, relieved for Faustite’s sake that this was not an end.
“What are you apologizing for? Don’t be silly,” Cymophane said.
Still, he let Kamacite rise. He took Kamacite’s hand and followed him up, staying close, taking some of Kamacite’s weight if Kamacite still needed the support. Others were understandably crowding around Faustite, seeking forgiveness or the reassurance of touch. Cymophane was sure Kamacite would like to draw closer, too, just as he knew Kamacite would never wedge himself between any of them to do it.
“We should get your arms looked at,” Cymophane said lowly, when it seemed the infirmary would be the next destination.
Perhaps there Kamacite would get his moment, once the others had their fill.
A red tinge spread over Aquamarine’s face. He would go to his undoubtedly unsatisfactory grave insisting he only ever flushed with rage, that blushing was beneath them, and a reaction his body was incapable of.
He whacked at Jet’s arm again, twisting away like he couldn’t stand to be touched.
“I’m always angry,” he snarled through gritted teeth, meeting Jet’s smiling face with an affronted glare, “because of all the incompetent–” He was not going to continue, mainly because the Queen was there, but also because Jet had to go and misuse their earrings and, “The Queen is right there. Shouldn’t you be kissing her boots or something, or has the ******** promotion finally gone to your head now that you’re not the newest ********>, Faustite was a General King.
Aquamarine could puke.
“I need a ******** drink,” he announced to the group at large. He was the first to turn away. “Congratulations or whatever. Don’t ******** up.”
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2023 10:17 pm
Though Laurelite’s smile didn’t want, she looked like she almost could have allowed herself to laugh. The Rift limited teleportation, and whether or not she was bound by such things remained to be seen. She didn’t try now, and seemed content to move with the group back into the City.
She half turned back to face the city, and she stood with an air of grace about her, as though she were preparing to take a stroll in the park on a pleasant, sunny day.
Faustite was lucky to have a supportive team, to have people who cared so much for him. It was deserved though, for as much as he put into the Negaverse. She took stock of the group, and observed all of them.
Now that he had been promoted, she didn’t have as much to say.
There would be a need for talking later, of course. Now, he deserved celebration. And rest.
He might have had more energy, he might have had more stability, but Laurelite stayed close to him still.
Precautionary, maybe. Somehow, she made it seem like it was only a polite gesture.
This moment didn’t need to be hers.
Let Albite and Heliodor cling to him, let them have a moment to work through their emotions.
It had, no doubt, been a lot for all of them.
She smiled politely at Albite’s enthusiastic gratitude, and Heliodor’s attempt to thank her between his emotions. From what she could hear of the others’ conversation, some of them seemed to be headed towards the infirmary–something she thought might be wise for Faustite to do as well. Aqua’s decision to head back seemed like a good plan.
“The Rift, unfortunately, lacks the right ambiance for a true celebration. The Dark Kingdom will be better suited for more conversation. Let’s get you all back safely. You’ve had a long night, I think a bit of rest and relaxation is in order.”
And medical treatment, for some of them.
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