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* peeking over his shoulder, curiosity shining bright in emerald hues as they watch his careful, calculated movements. they would never have the patience for this, they’d get bored within the first few cuts.
watching the meticulous movements is admittedly a little bit . . .
* 𓉳︭ ֺ 钟离.@rcxlapis
⠀ using a thin blade to carve soft curves into a block of wood, aiming to shape the material into a sphere. he's so focused on his task he doesn't notice the * 𝓻eader approaching.
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on those soft pink lips. the barest hint of teeth peeking from between them.
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overwhelming had he not been used to it. he didn’t mind pulling the other out of his prayers, he’d mostly finished them anyways. he would’ve waited otherwise.
“ good afternoon, darling deacon. not working too hard today, are we? “
tone is light, teasing, his grin lopsided …
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the bard in turn heard every little whispered prayer, the warm breeze carrying his wishes and his hopes to his ears like they always did. dahlia was so sincere and committed to his prayers, it almost made venti melt.
it did bring a soft blush to the apples of lightly …
✧ Deacon Dahlia@_deacon_dahlia
ꨄ︎ The cathedral always had a subtle coldness to it , a contrast to the often warm and enveloping breezes of the city. The wind wisped around the deacon affectionately as he stood in prayer , eyes closed , speaking gently under his breath.
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against tile before he managed to subtly lean on the vegetable stall nearby her. eyes lingering.
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he decided it was probably best for the city if he managed to find a way to make sure she was no threat. of course, the knights could surely do the same but a part of venti was merely curious.
instinct drawing them forward before they could even stop it. heels clicking …
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his little crowd of people did not stop the bard from getting up again anyways, beginning his performance anew. perhaps he could draw the attention back, get a few more drinks.
or maybe . . . he might come up with an impromptu song about the harbinger . . .
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beyond the archon but he is definitely * not pouting about it.
he had definitely not been performing when the man had appeared and stolen his thunder with that stupid charming smile of his. ugh, it was like the tsaritsa specifically sent her people to get on his nerves.
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presence more than he is used to. it makes him shiver, arms immediately coming to cover his shoulders for some warmth.
“ ana … “ he steps closer slowly, voice softer than it had been moments ago. he knew exactly how she was feeling, he’d lost so many people.
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than it usually is.
in fact, the temperature sends a shiver up the angel’s spine and he immediately fears the worst.
“ anastasya? anastasya! i came as soon as i heard! i had no idea that they — “
he freezes in his spot when his wide emerald hues find her. he feels her …
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