—cute little reminder for everyone.
don’t take things that don’t belong to you, whether it be icons, words, themes, tags, coding, writing style, anything. admiration or not, it’s wrong. it’s uncomfortable. it’s downright rude. sporadic psa for everyone to indulge in, thanks.
While Capricorns do have mood swings beneath their cold exterior and may enjoy diving into the occasional dark side of life, they don’t like messy emotions as dealing with it frightens them. It often leads them to be unable to speak their mind in the moment.
Happy birthday, Celes! The game you debuted in may be older than you, now, but we haven’t forgotten your greatness.
She’s using her Runic Blade ability. Well, if I knew how to draw humans, she wouldn’t need to be a fish.
"Sounds perfect," He murmured, laying the swiftest of kisses unto her jaw. It was with reluctance he let her go, rolling back his sleeves unto the elbow as he went.
"I’ll cook." He’d been cooking all day, not that he’d let her in on the fact. But a man with very little to his name had to find a way to woo a girl somehow, and she’d seemed to like his food before. Was it such a shot in the dark to think she’d like it again?
He’d tried his hand at Rozarrian fare, knowing full well she wasn’t a woman to favour sweets. A simple curry, light on the tongue and Baklava to finish.
"It shouldn’t take too long," Flashing her a crooked little grin, he flushed. "Grab some blankets? We’ll sit on the roof."
She burst into a smile much wider than before and nodded. “I’ll meet you up there.” When he had vanished to the kitchen, she went into the closet and grabbed a few blankets.
To use the heater or not? The idea of using it on the roof made her wary. And there was a surprisingly sappy part of Celes that reminded her quite pointedly that they had both blankets and each other. She flushed at the latter.
It was clear out, even though the sky was not really dark and covered in stars. Ever since the apocalypse, everyone moved around underneath a perpetually pink, red, and orange covered sky. The only thing that changed was its brightness. She found herself humming very faintly to herself to break the silence as she laid out the blankets. A few softer ones lay next to her for them to wrap themselves in it, as she sat and gazed alternatively up at the sky, and towards the hatch leading up to the roof. Will he need help bringing things up? The last time, Balthier had cooked a feast. I should go and find out.
With a hum he kissed the corner of her mouth - a light touch as he pulled her closer, indulging for a moment, his wish to hold her, face buried in her hair. "I’d rather not take the risk," it was a cowards answer, one that drew a sigh from his throat, as warm hands stroked along her back. "But if that’s what you wish to do?"
If it truly was her want, he would go with her, regardless of how his hackles would be raised. Things had quieted, true, but Celes wasn’t as privy to the rumours he was. Too often of late his ears in the city had run into things vile and foul, with Celes or mages at it’s centre. He’d been keeping his own magic under tight lock and key.
"Perhaps we could eat out, should you truly care to face the town?" he knew a place or two, friendly to their cause, that served food of a high enough calibre.
In truth, she was unsure. Just because people weren’t as hysterical didn’t mean it was completely safe from scrutiny. And she saw his hesitance.
"I’m flexible," she hummed. "I was thinking we could go outside for a little bit since you’ve been cooped up in the engine room all day. But tensions haven’t exactly vanished." That much, she did know. And she had seen a few travelers from Maranda enter the city, both of them looking worse for wear. "I want tonight to be as peaceful as possible."
She felt so relaxed under his touch (and warm), yet it was also like something sparked bright inside of her. “If you think you’ll be alright, we could just sit outside of the Strahl and share something together. We could bring out a heater.” To her, the weather felt like it was getting warmer - even though it was still cold. But there was no bite to the air, no wind at all. The ground was becoming barren again; while snow still lingered around the city and north of it, much of the area was as visibly barren as it usually was.
The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.” —
This is how you properly relationship.