[Dumps a bucket of powdered snow on her]

"That itself speaks volumes."

"Yeah I think so. You should probably see a doctor about that. Brain surgery stuff ya know?"

"Yeah that's exactly what I said but with the words changed slightly"

"... Wait hold on are you stupid? Not being mean, that's a genuine question. I think you might be stupid."

"That's nice. Guess it also costs nothing to be mean"

"If I had a nickel for every single time someone's approached me and this is the first thing they've said I'd have two nickels" "Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice"

"I mean- you're probably right yeah, but like, hey, it costs nothing to be nice"

"Well? Do you?"

"That's very harsh but reasonable"

"Depends on what exactly? Whether or not you want to admit it?"

"Did you miss me? I bet you did"

* Greetings. The architect... Is back

"Difficult to please…?" His smirk sharpened, eyes narrowing slightly as though the words themselves intrigued him. "Good. Easy victories bore me." He let the silence breathe, watching her faint smile with a calm that hinted at something more. +

Subtlety has its place, yes… but not every masterpiece is sketched in faint lines." His smirk lingered as he watched her recline, eyes flicking skyward as though to mirror her. "Sometimes, Tauriel, I’d rather let you see the brushstroke. Let you know I meant it." +

"Perhaps I am obvious" He admitted, tone steady, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gaze lingered on the curve of her wing shielding her face. "But if even that much stirs a reaction from you… then I’d say I don’t need subtlety."

"Realistically everyone other than Cynnika was an asshole. Including myself" "Despite having genuine reason for doing what I did, it was still bad for me to do" "So. Yeah. Everyone sucked"

"Yeah yeah, but I should put more effort into understanding these things. It's only polite. I feel I've been rude"

"We did? Oh man I was always unclear on that. My bad. I'll do better"

"No we didn't worship the Volcano. It's just a sacred site for the people of Infernus. And we were called cultists for it"

"What was that? Sorry I can't hear you from down there"

"Wait shit. Cynnika are we twins?"

"Mostly our love for the Volcano. Our provider. People didn't like that the volcano was so loved so they called us cultists for loving it" "It's like, an important place to us."

"The prestigious and illustrious Island 2. I got to be rich and awesome!x "But nowadays I chill with my sister in Infernus. It's a nice set up. Nice volcano, people think we are cultists" "Pretty good stuff. I do a lot of cardio though yeah"

"Thats what I said!"

"Oh please. I'm a Twunk at worst alright? Let's not downplay it"

"It's always nice to have that physical trainer to keep you going. Or so I've heard. I just spend a lot of times digging and mining" "You know, the stuff normal people do for twenty four hours a day. Running for hundreds of kilometers a day. The usual"

"I can't believe I broke the family tradition of being twinks"

"My sister and I have fantastic genes"

"Yeah man, you're killing it dude. Actually. Built different for real. Keep it up and aim higher" "That's what I always say"

"Just a joke. Worry yourself not."

"Trying?" His smirk deepened, the word carrying a quiet challenge. "Tauriel, I don’t try. I choose." He let his eyes linger on her a fraction longer before turning briefly to the sky she studied. +

"I don't know what that means, but yes, I can last longer"

"Nice build bro"

Name: 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐒 Age: 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 Ethnicity: 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐌𝐬

🎶Within every building made with pride🎶 🎶The architect lives on inside🎶 🎶Shining paint, a marble heart🎶 🎶That's what makes a work of art🎶 #SeductiveSunday

"Endless vigilance, endless weight… most would collapse under it, vanish into the silence they claim to keep." He studied her quietly, the faintest curve of his mouth betraying interest more than amusement. "But you wear that restlessness like a cloak" +

"No one asks for armor like that." His voice was low, steady, without judgment. He watched the strings flicker at her wrists, his expression unreadable but attentive. "But the world doesn’t care what we ask for. It only cares what we survive. And you did." +

Judgment isn’t weakness. It’s survival." His tone was even, almost reflective. He let his gaze follow hers toward the sky. "Those who haven’t walked through fire think observation is paranoia. Those who have… know it’s armor."

"Normal, perhaps. But not meaningless." His eyes narrowed just slightly, catching the curve of her smirk. "Most people observe to judge, or to find weakness. You observe like it’s second nature… like you’re writing the world down as it unfolds." +

"Succeeded…?" The word left him with a faint hum, his expression unreadable save for the smallest trace of a smile. He let her study him in silence for a beat before adding, almost idly "Strange. I thought I was the one observing you."

"My back hurts"

"What kind of company do I seek?" His tone was smooth, thoughtful, as if weighing each word before he allowed it to leave him. "The kind that turns quiet moments into something worth remembering. The kind that can sit in stillness and still hold my attention." +

"Maybe not, but in terms of symmetry, you absolutely are. There's no doubt about it. And personally, on a more crude note... Holy fuck are you stunning!" He fans himself a moment

"So, allow me to ask, will you continue to worry about size? Or instead, revel in your own perfection?" "I believe you may find the answer obvious" He's smiling, it was small and deliberate. Acting like he knows what he's doing. He doesn't. He is flustered

He watched the flower crumble in her hand, his gaze lingering on the dust as though it carried more meaning than words could. "To endure beyond stars, to remain when even the heavens themselves fall silent… that is a weight few could imagine, let alone bear." +

"Indeed. You are very symmetrical. I would tip my hat to you if I had one, but I hope this shall suffice" He gives a soft bow, leaning his head and shoulders down ever so lightly

Sigh "Ass." "Am I right lads or am I right?"

Chaos has no shortage of voices… but silence, that is rare. Rarer still for someone who thrives on thought." His eyes lingered on the vines threading through her hair, the smallest trace of a smile flickering across his face. "Most minds would find emptiness frightening." +

"I will say this. You should not worry about the size. For it is truly perfect." "I as an architect now about geometry, and you've got a perfect shape"