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   ⠀    @solravki :⠀⠀ IIII.       tis’ the driving you mad kind of attitude.    [sara scoffed under her breath. she peered out of the window.]     why does it matter?

{ often times , he finds himself at a loss for what to do when people don't take him seriously -- then again he was but a young dragon in the shadows of the elders , he was a tiny speck of dust compared to their universe . albeit such , it never stopped little liang ziu from ... well , attempting to come off as terrifying . his mission for today ? was to guard the temple from trespassers and to use whatever miniscule power he had to ward them off lest they heed his warnings }
            
            what are you doing here ? don't you know that papa-- i mean , the great dragon resides here ? no trespassing !

    ⠀    @xiaoliangs :⠀⠀ ACT III.       [sara lifted her hands in complete surrender. a small laugh of amusement hints in sound, in eyes.]     alright, alright. i shall not take another step forward.

@xiaoliangs 
            (  .. )    oh, thank you! 

    ⠀    @fengir :⠀⠀ ACT IIII.       [with a click of her tongue she rolled her eyes.]      right.   [crossing her arms over her chest and adds,]    lest a blind man see, then who shall become a fool?

@khiliasmos 
            
            &.  Ooh, I see! No worries, I'm very open to interacting! Thank you for the explanation! (✿˘ ᴗ ˘)

( .. )  out * 

@dearcelines     ( .. ) oh, gosh. yes, i did. however, i ended up deleting the drop. i felt too embarrassed thinking you might not be comfortable with a stranger dropping a one liner on your mb! don’t be sorry, i shall go ahead and post another one. thank you for being sweet & reaching forth ♡

&.      her having the holy trinity within her? now, that’s a real power move. 

[A beat. His frown mirrors hers.]   You looked lost. You still do.   [By his tone, it’s clear he isn’t asking out of the kindness of his heart.]   If you are not here to appraise the art, you shouldn’t be here at all.

  ⠀    @forvanity :⠀⠀ ACT II.       [her head whipped around at the sound of his voice behind her. immediately, one of her hands curled tightly around the chain strap of her purse. sara shook her head, then frowned slightly at her own answer.]    i wasn’t looking for anyone.     [a white lie, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.]     why do you ask?

⠀    @skyrrs :⠀⠀ ACT I.       [she pressed her palm along the second horse’s flank, steadying it as she set the hay down, her movements firm, deliberate, as if each task required more focus than it should. the rain drummed harder overhead, filling the silence he left behind, and she let it speak for her a moment longer before continuing, quieter now but edged in something harder.]         
            
            six months absence does not mend what has already been broken, nor does it grant you leave to return as though nothing has passed between us.    [she paused then, her hand lingering at the stall door before she turned her head just enough to cast a glance over her shoulder, her gaze sharp despite the calm she tried to wear.]    what is it you hope to gain by this, hm?    [she held his eyes for only a second before looking away again, moving to the last horse, though her grip on the hay tightened slightly.]          if you have naught of worth to say, then you may go,   [she added, softer, but no less firm.]    truly, you should go.
            
            
            admin note:    ( .. )   i found myself returning to them again and again, almost without meaning to. at first the idea felt a little too bold, estranged lovers set against one another like that, but perhaps we are simply drawn to the kind of tension that refuses to settle, the kind that lingers and deepens rather than softens. after last night, something about them shifted for me. i went back and read through our interaction more than once, and each time it felt more real, more grounded than when we first spoke of them last month. there is a weight to them now, something lived in, and i think that is what makes it so compelling. i am genuinely looking forward to writing more with you and seeing where it leads. especially with these two ♡

⠀    @skyrrs :⠀⠀ ACT I.       [the rain came down hard enough to sting, striking the roof in a steady assault as she pulled her gloves tight over her hands, jaw set in quiet defiance. she did not wait for him, nor did she look back, but crossed the yard and pushed into the barn with more force than needed, the wooden door groaning as it gave way. the warmth inside did little to ease her, thick with the scent of hay, damp earth, and animal heat, the floor muddied from boots and hooves alike. it had not always been this way, she remembered too well what the place had looked like when she first came, left to rot and gather dust by those who had once claimed it, and the thought pressed too close for comfort, so she turned from it at once. the horses stirred at her entrance, restless, their ears flicking as they caught the sharpness in her mood, and though one stamped lightly in its stall, she forced a small, practiced smile and moved to them as if nothing were amiss. she gathered a bundle of dry hay from the far end, shaking it loose between her hands before carrying it to the first stall, her touch gentler now as she laid it down and reached to stroke the horse’s neck, fingers scratching lightly behind its ear until it settled.]      easy now,    [she murmured under her breath, though whether it was meant for the animal or herself was unclear. she moved to the next without pause, keeping her back to him as she worked, aware of his presence without needing to see it.]    you would do well to find yourself elsewhere,    [she said at last, her voice light, almost careless, though it did not quite ring true.]  i have neither the time nor the patience for whatever it is you have come to say.

&.    canon ship(s) with you are my favorites.