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thenearshore2018-01-23 03:47 pm
godsoffortune) wrote in thenearshore2018-01-23 03:47 pm
Entry tags:
- aymeric de borel | final fantasy xiv,
- chikusa kakimoto | katekyo hitman reborn,
- garry | ib,
- obi | akagami no shirayukihime,
- overflow,
- wendy | kuroshitsuji,
- ω archer [emiya] | fate stay night,
- ω caster [ch chulainn] | fgo,
- ω emizel | disgaea 4,
- ω mikleo | tales of zestiria,
- ω nari reno | original character,
- ω ross | senyuu.,
- ω soleil | fire emblem: fates,
- ω zelda | loz: ocarina of time
-Overflow- for 24 - Autumn Reception
Who: Everyone!
What: Autumn Reception
When: September 30, 6 PM
Where: The Gods' Meeting Hall
Summary: The Heavens are throwing a formal party! Old and new gods alike are invited, so put on your nicest outfits and some good dancing shoes, and come see what this shindig is all about.
Continuing from HERE!
What: Autumn Reception
When: September 30, 6 PM
Where: The Gods' Meeting Hall
Summary: The Heavens are throwing a formal party! Old and new gods alike are invited, so put on your nicest outfits and some good dancing shoes, and come see what this shindig is all about.
Continuing from HERE!
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[The party is ending anyway.]
[How could he say something so final in so distant a manner? Sure, the music was still playing; in the back of her mind, she still registered that much. The party wasn't over. Except it was. If not for them, then at least for her. She was done. Unable to resist the urge to turn and run all the way back to her temple. To drown herself in hot water and the thickest comforter the seasonal weather permitted. To scrub her face and change out of the dress she'd been so excited to wear at the start of the evening.]
[Her feet wouldn't move. Not yet. And while she had been trying to avoid his eyes until that moment, she couldn't resist lifting her head one last time. Fighting back tears with each blink. Able to keep any cheek trails at bay, but not the shimmering glint of moisture that reflected light above.]
...yeah. Sure.
[As casual a tone as he'd given her, she gave it right back. In spades. So casual, she sounded empty. Conveying nothing and everything all at once.]
[With that, she turned to walk off. Only then reaching up to dab at the corner of her eye. Carefully, so she wouldn't smudge her mascara too badly.]