Recent content by lunar_moth

int. @ERode “Ach! I really, really hope it will be more dignified this time around! The person I became that day still haunts me…” Endymion whinges, putting on a melodramatic air. “At the very least, I’ll accept a silly outfit if it means I don’t have to whack grabby diners.” He grimaces at...

Endymion casts the daughter a shy smile; for obvious reasons, he can’t help but feel sympathetic towards those with strained or otherwise unconventional relationships with their parents, but his attention is shortly thereafter drawn to the mother herself. She grips both his hands in her own...

@TreasureSniper @AnonyMouse Endymion holds back the urge to jab a playful elbow at Talio. Surely his guildmates can’t think that poorly of his physical strength to make comments about it, can they? Beryl politely stays silent for once and allows Endymion to feel how loudly his pulse throbs...

@ERode @TreasureSniper Rrrbrt. I’m treating him just as well as he deserves, insolent boy. At least he had the decency to ensure we were on time for the meeting today! Endymion snakes a hand up to his shoulder where his little Guild-issued familiar seems to have woken from her nap. He feigns...

Aya, back here again? It seems like he spends more time reporting back to the guildhall and its patrons than he does serving the people outside of it! Endymion leisurely presses a hand to his lower back as he trots upon the guildhall’s entrance, cracking his spine in a satisfying way just so...

@ERode / Lori (int.) The pause hangs between them like blood between two spread fingers: gingerly, at first, as it stretches to its full length and seems to freeze to a halt in the air, before the surface tension breaks and the strand falls into two separate drops all at once, with a snap you...

It’s like watching the injured baby bird that you nursed back to health be released back into the woods to fly away, leaving you with only the memory of the short but deep bond you two shared together. Or something equally as dramatic; whatever. The point is that it’s sad when Endymion...

@TreasureSniper / Talio (ment.) Ah, what a day! It’s far later than a growing adventurer’s bedtime should be, but Endymion is still awake and perched precariously on the edge of the bed in his guild-assigned dormitory. He hastily pens up a report of their newly finished mission — and not a...

@/Everyone THE PAST The land ferry’s journey is quiet, contemplative. Save for the fact that nobody died, Endymion would have almost called it “somber.” He spends a lot of the trip sleeping — making up for all the energy expended, he jokes, which is mostly accurate, except that his sleep...

…Mhm, yep, those are indeed very big boobs. Pity he’s not the ideal audience, but he can respect the intimidation factor that comes with such things; she probably has back muscles of steel. Endymion rotates the drawing in his hands as if doing so will reveal any further information. He pauses...

“Mn, wait— sealed you in the earth? What did I miss?” Endymion mutters, one hand brought absently to his chin. “I don’t understand what the point was of ambushing everyone and then running away. Clearly, whatever it was, it was not accomplished.” He sighs and scrubs a hand across the back of his...

Eek! There’s something a little… invasive about having a voice inside his head that isn’t his, but Endymion will be the first to admit that he gets overly squeamish about that sort of thing. He absently uses his non-dominant thumb to rub quiet circles into his wounded hand. The pain’s mostly...

“Oh, you silly bird, come on, come on—!” Mostly he had been keeping his panic down thus far. Mostly. Of course, the thread he’s hanging on by wears out by the time he’s sweaty and a bit dishevelled from his mad dash through the woods with a sleeping bird, burrs clinging to his shirtcuffs from...

Thwk. A lone dagger flies through the air, not a moment after Endymion’s head floats back down to his body. Adrenaline is all that saves him; he’s already a poor fighter, and senses dulled and drowsy as they are, the best he manages is to hurl himself to the side and paw clumsily at the knife in...

There’s a weight in Endymion’s head and it’s dragging him down, down, down like a sack of stones through still water and at the last moment he swings his head back up, stumbling a few steps back with the force of his momentum. Ah, familiar feeling. He is well acquainted with the feeling of his...