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Loves in the way he does most things; intensely. He can definetly be, as he also can be with everything, too rough in his excitement, but it's from a place of comfortability in unconstrained expression wrought from peace of mind. Existence feels utterly natural with Idram, and the sense of security his company elicits results in the only overt tenderness the universe will ever see from him. Manifests in frame as well, happily testing him under the blanket of wary Excalibur when Chroma allows it, though prone to bursting into too-too rough action if Chroma doesn't, as the dragon essentially uses his exciteability as a guise. Simply can't live without him, and gets increasingly irritable and anxious when separated, on top of a savage vengeance against those who manage to get past his companion's armor, often to the point of getting himself into trouble. Despite it all, while he's otherwise easily flustered, his sheer confidence in company means Idram has to strike a particularly soft nerve to make him as practically nonverbal as he gets with excitement.
(I forgot to write this) "The account is tainted by fever and fervor alike. All I remember is a like-armed blade aimed at my prey, an unfamiliar comrade at my mercy, conversation about things my family never wishes to speak about. Then blind ecstasy, as it was us within the storm's heart. Darkness enshrined sound, and light came beaming from the very sun I had so feverishly flown for to drown our foe in fire. "Valkyrie", I heard someone shout, before I was falling from the sky. I did not particularly like that, and perhaps that is why it's the boldest memory from that battle. It made her sound so distant, so apart from a scattered talk between strangers about the nature of the sun- it made her seem like the sun itself. Should it not comfort me that I face an object coldness when she speaks? A manifestation of seeing my welcome doorway as a precipice underfoot. The curiosity will wane alongside her tolerance of my egregious company, I beleive, as I have no right nor want to stoke mortal fires I do not possess."
"Have I in waking memory encountered something so hideously beautiful? I cannot look toward the sun's dammed rays without imagining them personally ablaze in my ring, or attempting in mortal vein to burn my scales. I should have struck her. Damn my courtesy, I was given so many chances. It keeps me up at daylight, sometimes, running the future through my head, imagining it coursing with my venom. One of us has an eternity to chase the other, though, what a comforting thought!"
“What is made in haste has no integrity. I damn myself for committing at all to any half of his time, unavoidable as it was. He would like little more than to see me bastardized, I would like little more than to see his head. Reduced to a husk like any fathom of captivity. What was forged was a product of necessity and necessity alone, I have no intent of keeping wholly true to my word, only bound by the promise of death, inevitable."
"Does the universe have to so oftenly remind me of my place? It keeps me up at night, wo during if my intervention has damned someone to my previous fate. Even if it prolonges the world long enough as to where it is no longer my problem... when did I become so selfish? Oh, you cosmic bastards, you knew the way to defeat me was to give me something to live for."
“When I see Nines, I see not the warrior, nor the legend he is widely acclaimed as. I see not the blade, but the sheath, and the bladesmith. The artist. He brings a maddening desperation behind his actions in the pursuit of self-preservation, I will not willingly forget his impulse to pierce me with secunda, or his effort to force my hand in decision. However, there is a softness amongst his desperation, a tired sort of manifestation of what redeems him. I want to trust him if he sees fit to view me as my own. So much as we are two sides of the same coin, it is I and I alone who holds my consciousness.”
"You wanna play uno" ha, still got your old design link.
"How did you get in my house"
I've almost arranged an accidental funeral for you before lol
Remember that time I accidentally punched you off the roof of a building? haha! Good times..
I'm gonna play with your hair and theres nothing you can do about it :)
Despite his lack of romantic feelings towards Tyree, he is a simp
Cicero is my bestest friend! He lets me sit on his shoulders and play with his hair *grins* he’s a super duper cool guy!
Cicero values him and Tundra’s time together, he often goes to them for comfort and reassurance.
tired father figure noises
He’s very appreciative of Chern being there for him in times of need
I love you!!! You will always be a moth in my eyes!!!
Thank you for teaching me how to be a moth!! I love you too!!