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Repost from HEISENBËRG : Rider of the Northwind.
Finally a long weekend! We know that this is the perfect time to spend time together, like a fancy dinner? Well, there's no harm in spending our salary on ourself, right? Because after thousands of debates and plans, we finally got the right time and right placee too! To save money, we'd naturally go together, right? Luckily, Ignis's Ten was willing to drive, but since there were so many of us, one person couldn't do it, right? So, Heisenbërg's Aou also drove. The trip didn't take long, we arrived at our destination in 15 minutes. It was quite crowded because this place was going viral, but luckily, we had already reserved a VVIP seat 😆 (Thanks to Loughrey’s Natsha for the reservation)
A little chaos is okay, because dinner today is full of little pranks, starting from Lorth's Aou who tried to take the chicken wings of Loughrey's Krit and Schmidt's Progress also Hefflins's Bonnie who tried to tickle Sjarns's Wave, the VVIP room was even filled with laughter, the loudest of which was definitely Heisenbërg's Keen who was talking about an inside joke with Scalden's Kenji and Sjarns's Parn, but it was still enveloped in warmth, night fell and our stomachs were full, it was time for us to return to our respective homes, that's all for today, bye!
Repost from (DISBAND.) ROUZE: The Quiet Kin.
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Hi, Rosies! I, Rouze's Carmen, had a wonderful dinner with Mirthwood's Anton, Majerle's Pharita, and Ignis' Hanni. We spent the evening capturing the stunning scenery, getting a bit competitive over a few rounds of cards, and taking a final moonlit stroll to soak in the views. It was truly one of those unforgettable nights that you just want to hold onto. Oh, Ignis' Hanni told us to post the picture with malam chaos ini songs... what a night! #MalamChaosIni
Repost from Família of Mertzlan: The Deep-seated Collapse.
Looking back at last week, it’s honestly a miracle we weren’t blacklisted from the villa. Our staycation was less of a relaxing getaway and more of a beautifully chaotic fever dream.
The highlight was definitely Five Stateʼs Anna staring at the door handle like it was a complex puzzle for ten minutes, while Vansentʼs Leesol spent the entire afternoon chasing Mertzlanʼs James and Nikolovichʼs Ryul around the pool over a stolen snack. It took just one "look" from Norburyʼs Jeemin to finally get them to sit still, though Luevineʼs NI-KI immediately ruined the peace by hiding everyone’s left shoe just because he could.
Through all the madness, Ignisʼs Youngjae and Diemerʼs Danielle just sat there sipping their coffee, watching us like a live-action comedy show without saying a single word. It was so loud and messy. We definitely didnʼt get enough sleep, but I wouldn't trade these guys for anything. To more holidays weʼll barely survive.
Repost from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre.
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Waves rolled in like old friends who never knock, just crash and laugh and pull back again. Sand still held the day's heat underfoot, warm as fresh bread, soft enough to forgive every careless step he took. Ignis’s Ten laughter spilled out easy, mixing with the salt air sharp, free, the kind that surprises even the one making it. Ignarev’s Yuta feet kicked up white foam on purpose, then danced away before the next wave could catch them. Ignarev’s Yuta arms flung wide caught the wind like sails nobody bothered to tie down.
Thirst came eventually, sneaky and welcome. Under the lazy curve of palm leaves a young coconut waited, green shell still cool from the shade, top sliced clean away. Ignis’s Ten fingers wrapped around it, felt the faint tremble of cold inside. Ignis’s Ten first sip hit like quiet thunder sweet, clean, sliding slow and perfect down his hot throat. More followed, slower, savoring the way it tasted like the tree itself had whispered thanks for being picked. Soft flesh he scooped out with Ignarev’s Yuta fingertips melted creamy on his tongue, carrying hints of earth and sea in every bite.
Later the sand became his seat, their knees drawn up, empty shell resting beside them like a tiny green boat washed ashore. Sky turned lazy colors peach bleeding into rose bleeding into soft violet. Air cooled bit by bit. Last warm waves brushed their ankles one more time, slow and careful, like saying goodnight without words. Sand clung to his legs in farewell patterns.
