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— Surprise! —

argentatephoenix:

She’d been gone quite the long time now, considering the home she shared with Kozmotis and Emily was decently far away. Her assistant were only lucky she knew how to operate a variety of ships and smaller transportation means. But still, well, the only female assistant of the three, and not even human but a pooka was first to speak up, also the only one not looking all that uncomfortable.

"It shouldn’t be long now, today in fact, she went to the neighboring world for a certain stock very few other places have, medicines."The two men looked over to the large eared assistant then back to Kozmotis with mirrored nods.

Relying on that hopeful little notion, she was actually honestly on her way back now but Kozmotis didn’t need to know that yet.

"At least the Colonel didn’t prank you herself sir? She would have used glitter, or ink."

Well, at least she was doing something useful, chided in a small voice at the back of his mind. He shook his head, wondering why she couldn’t have stayed and enjoy her vacation like everybody else - and maybe keep her assistants at bay.

Still, he couldn’t be mad at her for doing her work. He grumbled something under his breath when mention of glitter and ink was made. A young daughter had made him rather knowledgable about how hard it could be to get glitter off his things as well as himself - after their last experiment, he’d found glitter in his hair for weeks.

"And that would have been terrible." He shooed them out with a wave of his hand. "You are all going back to your work. I expect you to be back  here with Phoenix as soon as she returns."

— Surprise! —

Kozmotis massaged his head where the bucket hit him, falling from the top of the door. A prank. Pho’s assistants had pulled a prank on him. Realizing it wasn’t any injury that was making his head hurt but the beginning of a headache, he started rubbing his temple.

He was supposed to be on vacation, for the love of the stars. Instead, he found himself staring unamusedly at the three fidgeting men in front of him.  Now that their hilarity was gone, they looked quite uncomfortable under his gaze. “You do realize you are three grown adults, I hope. Even my daughter is more mature than you, and she’s six.”

Truth to be told, he wasn’t normally this opposed to pranks, soldiers and other crew members alike needed to relax and have fun from time to time - but he was tired. He wanted nothing more than to leave everything and rush home to Emily, but couldn’t do so, not in good coscience, not while he was still needed. And now, to top it all off, he’d have to have a word with Phoenix about her assistants - just fantastic.

"How long till she comes back?"

dimunda:

Evan reached out to Pitch, trying to mutter something. “P-Pitch?” he whispered before crying out in pain. His chest glowed a light pink and shadows escaped his body. His own body began returning to normal, his green hair lush and alive again.

Emily ran over to her son and picked him up, seeing him breathe evilly. She saw the Fearlings to escape and raised her hand. A root came out and pierced the creaturw, immobilizing it.

"It’s done," she said with a relieved sigh. She hadn’t really expected it to work, but glad it did. "Thank you, Eros."

Pitch snarled, taking a step back, and so leaving space for Mother Nature to reach Evan. It was done indeed, he’d lost again.

With the bitterness that came from knowing he had no more chances to win, he turned around for the closest shadows, determined to retreat at once, while he still had a chance to come out relatively unscathed. He couldn’t even use Evan as a shield against his mother anymore, so all he could do was leave while she was still too busy taking care of her son to notice Pitch was running away.

— Rebirth Sense | Open RP —

argentatephoenix:

He was most definitely hitting a first line. Breaking wasn’t a matter, what he did have in hand was an unstable, just woken spirit who for the most part now, was going to use a touch of guilt, and livid anger as leverage.

Was it really her fault?

She already told herself it was, and now, intentionally by him it was becoming a matter of permanent self hate. Not that he’d see fully. Feel, yes.

But now the star holder turned toward Pitch, sharply accented eyes near silver webbed with aggravation.

You, you killed him, I attempted my responsibility and failed. I have no qualms, with hitting a lie.” She seethed slowly, bringing her hands just out and up on either side of her.

He threw his arms open then, smiling as if she’d just given him a gift - and, in a way, she had, so long ago. Something for which he’d forever be grateful (and at the same time, forever loathe). "Oh! But it simply wouldn’t have been possible without your help. Don’t you see? I may have ended him, but you, you let me."

"And dear, I am oh-so-grateful for that."

He seemed to lean forward, just a for an instant, but corrected himself quickly. His smile was serene, then. "You wouldn’t hit a lie, if it’s the only thing you have left, would you?"

— The ballet instructor —

gildeddreamsofbenevolence:

Catching his breath, he soon calmed down and rested his head closer to Nero’s shoulder and chest. It was beyond reassuring to feel those hands hold his own and stroking his hair. Releasing a deep breath, he looked possibly more exhausted than before he’d attempted rest. Eyelids growing heavy again, he tried to get at least a little bit closer, despite the gap already having been closed.

"…merci beaucoup, Nero…” He mumbled quietly, mentally exhausted now as well as physically, causing him to drift off a bit more quickly this time. He truly hoped that now, with the reassurance of safety.

Nero only hummed in reply, feeling Or fall asleep again. He was worried the other man would wake from another nightmare, but minutes went by and that proved not to be the case, and Nero, too, fell asleep.

When he woke up hours later he didn’t feel all that rested, but at least he was comfortably warm - fact that made him even sadder, knowing he’d have to get up and get ready to bring Sera to school.

His eyes fell on Or and noted he was still asleep, no trace of worries or nightmares on his face. That was good, but Nero really did have to go. He resolved to sneak out quietly, leaving a note in case Or happened to wake up before he could come back - he simply couldn’t bring himself to wake him up.

He and Sera went about their morning routine - and he got more than one curious look from her - and sneaked out silently in the morning light.

azertip:

Rémi salmon

lepas:

Mom told me some hilarious baby Pascalle stories.Baby Pascalle rejects your arbitrary gender dichotomies.

lepas:

Mom told me some hilarious baby Pascalle stories.

Baby Pascalle rejects your arbitrary gender dichotomies.

argentatephoenix asked: [Text]: When you get home, remember this. It wasn’t me.

argentatephoenix:

bringsyounightmares:

[text] ??

[text] What are you going on about

[text] What did you do

It was a little hard not to laugh now at the message.

[Text]: Yessir, all the rumors you shared were quite true. Again, I wish you both a wonderful break.

[text] Thank you, I’ll see you when I come back.

[text] Now if you don’t mind I have a beautiful daughter to play with.

argentatephoenix asked: [Text]: When you get home, remember this. It wasn’t me.

argentatephoenix:

bringsyounightmares:

[text] ??

[text] What are you going on about

[text] What did you do

[Text]: You were still aboard the fleet I believe, or on vacation in another constellation maybe.

[Text]: I would have found a way to get a hold of you if she was not safe, and I believe a grandparent was with her or? It was awhile ago. Simple market trip.

[Text]: I just recently messaged her a surprise for you I guess, Happy vacation home.

[text] Oh. Ok. Thank you.

[text] Was she good to you? Have you see how cute she is?

argentatephoenix asked: [Text]: When you get home, remember this. It wasn’t me.

argentatephoenix:

bringsyounightmares:

[text] ??

[text] What are you going on about

[text] What did you do

[Text]: We do live on the same star General.

[Text]: No I do not think you need to be worried anyway.

[Text]: And at a market on my time off is where I first met her shortly, honesty there sir.

[Text] I know that

[Text] And how? Was she alone? Was she safe? Where was I

[Text] What did you tell her