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what did i say,  laiat?  what's so important now?   [he snapped back,  even though he didn't mean to,  cylis already felt a little guilty now.]   dammit, laiat..  i am so sorry.

@dredwolfed          ...i thought you had said——     nevermind.     should’ve known it was a stupid idea to come here.

your fath——he wants me to keep making things  .. and it ain't even the exhaustion. it's becoming stressful, as well.   [says cylis as he placed a hand on her arm and attempted to rub up and down for her.]   besides that.  are you cold?  you look it— im sorry that you're cold...  um..  maybe we can——i don't know——not stand around too much.   [though, cylis does feel bad for not being able to make her anything, especially when he liked her so much.]    are you sure?

@dredwolfed          you don’t have to.     [laiat replied,   the curve of her mouth furling downwards with a frown,   brought forth by an undercurrent of empathy.     cold palms reach upward,   placing against the expanse of her arms,   before rubbing up and down in an attempt to create warmth.]     i can see that you’re tired.     you can show me some other time.

i..   um..   [he's truly exhausted, and he rubs his face again before she moves past her and looks down at his workbench that's untidy——like always.  but he picks up his journal and let's out a hum.]    what.. what did you want me to make for you?  could be anything you want, laiat.

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an original fantasy character inspired off of acotar   &   fourth wing.     (n)sfw themes   &   triggering topics.     tied to dredwolfed

∎∎∎∎∎  LAIAT RUSEVA¹     Daughter of the VALORIAN EMPEROR.     Descendant of GOLD-BLOODED ANCESTORS.     Acquainted (albeit under guise) with a certain AMBITIOUS MELDER.

                 Despite   EVERYTHING,   You    Are    Still    YOU.