stagqrc

@dragoneir      are you sure he’s coming to visit me and not you?    not that i’m complaining,   i tend to miss him when he’s gone doing..   whatever,   for too long——he  /is/ still alive… right?

@stagqrc,      nothing he wouldn’t say on paper.   he’s coming over to visit his big sister,   is all.  (..) and to see if senator minhar is still alive  

@dragoneir       and..  what does jace want?

@stagqrc     i mean..    yeah!   but i didn’t know we were dating?   that’s why i’m confused?    

@sunsandragons        teen breakups..   eugh.   but sorry for that,    but there are plenty of other fish in the sea.

i dunno—    UGH.    this is weird..     

@stagqrc  oh saints,  you smell so damn sour.. release me.  let me GO you witch!  i’ll tell the king about you,   you smelly pale thing —and the prince,   and the princess and the entire dunamian court! 

@aestreller      i do not!   i already gave you a warning about what would happen if you didn’t give it back when i asked  /nicely./

@stagqrc      ..  that’s what i said!    that i’m getting taller and then he goes on about me eating cakes.   who needs enemies with a brother like him?    [..]     hehe..  yeah,  nates pretty big..    

@sunsandragons     they could be getting snug for a lot of reasons.   one being you’ve definitely hit a growth spurt..   and muscle mass as you’re getting older and doing more strenuous activities.    don’t listen to them,   besides if you really want to see what fat looks like?   look at nate.

@stagqrc     my brother and mother  :/  they think i’m fat..    that’s why none of my clothes aren’t fitting.   maybe i should stop eating.  

@evroshi    [the soft breeze fanned on her features are her eyes squinted,  the sun reflecting off the sea of blue before them almost blinding as she watched goldbyrne take flight and skim the water.   her own mount,  however,   was content next to her rider with a little chirp and bellow here and there.   she didn’t respond,  but nodded in agreement,  too busy in her own mind basking in the warmth of the sun rays beaming down on her.  it had undoubtedly been a long and brutal winter,   one she was used to,   but nonetheless took the warmth for granted.   she felt herself sink back into her body upon his grasp on her hips,  gentle and grounding all at once.   at the mention of her hair,  she tucks a stray piece  .. that had been irritating her nose with each pass of wind no doubt —  behind her ear and shook her head with a soft laugh as the fingers of her unoccupied hand curl around his bicep]   no,   not brushing it and wind does that sometimes.   although i’m not shocked you asked,   my hair’s usually..  put together,   except in the mornings.

@stagqrc [he fixed his gaze on the cobalt waves and fell silent.  leather gloved fingers curling on the edge of his helmet until his grip ached.  the feeling came and went; it wasn't the first time he lost a brother but he’d make sure this was the last.]   leanōs and its random selection of warm days... [goldbyrne took the opportunity to nudge his rider, a silent recognition. nate eased his grip and watched as the dragon stretched his wings and descended, circling the seas.  for fish,  most like …maybe to say hello—maybe both.   his leg extended to the sea,  claw clipping the waves that came to life under every flap. then,  nate turned with a slow swivel on his heel and caught her by the waist.  tugging her close with all his own sadness replaced by … /her/. ]  y'did something to your hair?

@regenesis     mm,   very funny.   [she rolls her eyes at his jest,  yet nonetheless leans her cheek into what she would consider second nature affection.  a halo of burnished ginger,   tousled by salt and breeze as she stared ahead at the shoreline.   the ocean moves in and out like a memory,   and somewhere in its vast body,  henry moves with it;   unreachable but not forgotten.   maybe if she stays long enough,  the sea might speak him back into shape,  she thinks.]     can’t say i remember the last time i was out here where it wasn’t unbearably cold..   it’s nice

@reapsowed       he’s not fat.   just..   well fed,   as every baby should be

@stagqrc  accidents don’t always equate to negative.  my brother for example.   not planned,  the reason of an unhappy marriage,  yet he will inherit father’s fortune, sit as the head of the south drakosian nations,   and live on as the descendant of the greatest bloodline that ever lived.  …    followed by your lover’s,  of course.      i can’t  ignore my respect for the beowulf family.    he would not be here without us, after all. 

@reapsowed    no.   i’m not adopted.   i simply learned early what happens when maturity is optional.   shared blood doesn’t guarantee shared priorities—   or shared manners,  for that matter.    i wouldn’t say i’m an anomaly,   for that implies accident.   i’d say it’s pretty intentional

@stagqrc    which prompts me to wonder—are you adopted?  you do not act like ..  the other.  and i’ve learned enough to consider the fact that he is the seed of— ‘immaturely behaved’  people.  leaving you as the unique anomaly. 

wind—kissed, she’ll settle down for the company of millennia–aged shelves instead of her hírilía. surrounding them is a silence like a baited breath. with theah sat still, perched with the stillness of every tree that has ever been kissed by the winter-death, eyes follow suit with lined pages.            “i made cards for revision on the chapter, if they’d help.”             hair’s coming undone, revealing otherwise tamed curl on the dallen’s head. 

@eurysphea      she doesn’t look up from the page at first.  her quill pauses,   ink pooling just enough to betray her distraction,   before she sets it aside with care. the library hums softly around them—   paper,   dust,   the illusion of order.     “company can stay.  noise can’t.”      only then does she glance up at theah,   taking in the ride-gear,   the braids,   the freedom she hasn’t allowed herself yet.   her expression doesn’t soften— but it doesn’t harden either.     “sit.   i’m getting ahead so i don’t have to think later.”

“then you won’t.      is that a ‘no’ to company as well?”           school girl costume’s abandoned for what felt like the first weekend off of her life.  she’s decked out in ride—gear instead,  hair in double braids and hands ridding themselves of muddied gloves kept away from documents helena’d been fussing over. 

[her reaction only confirmed what he already knew.  someway & somehow, matteo rosaunt always found a way to know things—it was just at the expense of others that proved him right] i’m not a dunami,  helena.  it’s a natural process for lovers,  no?  and by the looks of it he’s doing a rightfully praised job on his end.    you look less stressed each night.  and he—smiles more.  [he’d shrug his shoulder,  glancing behind them to see how far they’ve gone.  the school was but a speck now,   and they had only inspected half of the shops down here in the city of dragon island—only postponed temporarily from the snowball war sansa and cielo initiated]     just something i’ve noticed.  

@rosaunt        [she was rendered speechless,   if the sudden parting of her lips wasn’t an indicator.  the dark sapphire scarf draped over her messy locks are pulled by the ends with cold hands,  wrapping it around her neck.   she hated winter,   for its harsh winds and icy paths were not easy to navigate.  oh how she missed her bed in this very moment.   shaking her head with a soft huff,  she pulls her coat closer to her frame to capture the minimal warmth it had been giving her]    no——no,    you’re not funny.   get your head out of the gutter.    glowing?   no——he’s definitely..   a little cold..    i’m not talking about this anymore with you.     mm mm,   nope——no secrets here for you to be kind enough to keep.   just keep walking.

mm,  perhaps you should ask beowulf to be more kind to you.   look at him, he’s even glowing.  [he was underestimated greatly for the skill of connecting things.  he connected many things——easily.  even the most complex that was thought to be kept from him well.  it was a skill that made a rosaunt.  rarely is the other half of his house crest is spoken & that may be proof of why snake bites are almost lethal.    no one acknowledges how tightly it wrapped itself around the rose.    his longer strides slow.  burgundy scarf blowing in frosted wind,  green eyes staring with a narrowed gaze;  nothing but ice and snow before them.  he could imagine the struggle his own dearest umbraros was having, flying through thick fog aside the other mounts.   she always did hate the cold,  matteo felt it.   his poor girl. ]    your secret is safe with me.    despite how you,  @stagqrc     amongst others, are terrible at hiding them.