| | Hey girlie pops

Didn’t expect that to work truthfully

kicks @hydraens.bsky.social

Or perhaps she’ll be happy be see me alive rather than dead—At least so I hope.

‘bout as well as I could possibly be really. Ah… somethings I do a little disappearing, nothing to worry about though !

Tifa ! How are you lass ?

Let’s go with that for now then —

I don’t suppose sleeping is a good excuse .. ?

Stops breathing

BREATHES

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Mid and Cid #ff16 #ffxvi #art

A black envelope arrived to the reader, a blue wax seal with a horse sigil keeping it closed. 'You have been invited by the King of Waloed – Barnabas Tharmr to the annual Yule festives which are open for foreign visitors for once more —

Once she’s settled, he pulls the on the rest of the blanket and brings it up to her shoulders. He sits up on his elbow and pushes the pillow over to her—enough so that the two of them could lay their heads on it. It was big enough to share anyways.

It was far more than he excepted, but actions he appreciated all the more. “ I wouldn’t even consider the notion. “ he reaches over for the blanket, pulling half of it over himself but left the rest of the space open. “ Would you like to join me ?

“ Would never say no to a pillow, would you care to pass me a blanket as well ? “

Looking up from his spot on the ground. “ If perfectly good equates to giving you back pains this yes I suppose so, but the floor does the job just as well. “

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SNOOOORE

Rolling back onto his side, covers brought up to his shoulder and he snuggles back into the sheets.

His eyes soften watching the two as he lifts himself onto his own Chocobo, just a smidge larger than Edea’s. It chirps its greets, which he acknowledges with a hushed voice. Soft as it was his chocobo heard it loud and clear, ruffling its feathers in what could only be delight.

Mumbling something, gently pushing the seal away with his foot.

rolling over in his bed. groans.

| | OKAY SO I KINDA DIED. I BEEN ON THE 14 GRIND. FINISHED DT. ( Glamourer moment lmao )

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Ballroom dances with Barnabas were…pleasant unsurprisingly, man’s was always too good with too many things at once

Ballroom dancing is quite fun.

If it comes to it, I’ll consider it

🧪 • 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 🥺🥺🥺 < Watching the seal

🤔

@ofwyvernfire.bsky.social pspsps

Sitting in the infirmary, Tarja hovering at his side examining his arm. Judging by the look on her face, he must’ve been doing better than usual if her brows weren’t knitted together.

Sitting at the mess hall, a mug of ale in his hands. He’s feeling . . . conflicted. sighs.

⚡️ • 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍

The interaction was a sweet thing, small as it was, a moment like this was one he would cherish and think about on in the coming days as the sorceress continued her days at the Hideaway. “ Of course, though i’m not sure how much i’ll be in this scenario. “ ➥

| | okay I died for a couple days, I’ll get to back to replies soon

( rolling his eyes. ) You can try it Egi.

Placing all the gifts from his birthday amongst his collectible—A miniature version of The Enterprise inside a bottle, the pairs of daggers, a bracelet, and the few bottles of wine gifted to him. Instead of placing the pack of cigarettes along the table he shoved them into his pocket.

Far from it, only came to make your day unpleasant

Kicks @attafotr.bsky.social off a cliff

“ He can be a conversationalist, under the right circumstances. . . and with the right people — “ Who was he trying to kid, he shakes his head, shoulders trembling with a chuckle. “ Hm, have you any news from that uncle of yours then ? Certainly he’s must’ve heard ‘bout trouble ➥

Watching from a distance, arms crossed over his chest. Well ain’t that an adorable sight.

| | deadass i’m so tired

( Oh . . . OH ! Face softens, leaning down to pick up the blade and give it a look over. When the hell did the lad get the time to get this beauty? Still, he leans down , palm placed against the seal’s head for pats. ) Thank you — tell your master I said that as well.

. . . Is this a threat ?

@levinwarden.bsky.social He quickly appears in his bedroom to leave off a few gifts. Another pack of cigars, a very fine dagger, created with the utmost care and skill, and a braided leather bracelet. All tied together with a black ribbon.

| | Yes I am naming the chocobos at the hideaway after The Twelve in 14 :wheeze:

He kept his back turned towards the sorceress as he inspected the saddles, deeming them good good enough for the departure her turns back to Edea, grin ever present on his face. “ ‘s that so ? All the better for the both of us Milady—mostly me but I think you’ll like the surprise by the end. “ ➥

‘ I think Otto was exaggerating on Mid’s plans. ‘ were his thoughts as he made his way across the Hideaway, he got greetings from those he passed, an occasional happy birthday from those aware, and yet no sign of Mid. Somehow the idea of that was a little disheartening despite all his concerns. ➥