* : ( A Collection Of Various Settings For Drabbles Or Prompts, Or Both! )

🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒: 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )

001. under the mistletoe, placed sneakily above a doorframe. 002. in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink. 003. in a mountain lodge, snowed in from a heavy snow storm. 004. on an ice rink, careful to dodge the bustling crowd that stumble and rush past. 005. at a busy dinner table, food piled on the centre and family chaos ensuing around the house. 006. at a quiet dinner for two, an intimate meal and magical moment for a special couple. 007. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel. 008. lifting up a smaller frame to put on the finishing touch on the christmas tree: the tree topper ( a star, an angel, or something else! ) 009. setting out the snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers! 010. in the kitchen making the deserts for the big day, and perhaps even making a mess too! 011. in the dining room building a home: a gingerbread home! decorate the home and make it one fit for a little gingerbread man. 012. at the mall, waiting in line to sit on santa's lap and spill your christmas gift wishes. will you be deemed naughty or nice? 013. sitting down with some company to wrap all the christmas gifts, preparing for the big day. 014. sitting down to exchange and open gifts, anticipating what gift you may get. is it something cool or just another pair of socks? 015. out on the streets doing christmas carolling, blessing the streets with the sweet voices of heavenly haromies. 016. in the snow rolling a big ball to build a snowman, bringing it to life with makeshift features and wrapping it up with a warm scarf. 017. in the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win? 018. falling into soft snow to create snow angels, flailing wildly on the ground. 019. traversing the treacherous conditions of icy pavements. will you laugh as they fall or lend them a hand and go down in solidarity? 020. jamming out to a christmas song, and inflicting the pain of holiday songs on someone else.

And you muzzle yourself

Forcing your fur to lie flat, forcing yourself to be docile

Yet you are a creature of carnage and ruin

Of bloody jaws and wild eyes and murder, hatred, rage

I see your sacrifices, my dear, how you bow when you want to bite

You restrain yourself for the good of others, and that is a kindness that will not go unrewarded

Kaleh'a:

acanthus :  is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means?   why or why not?

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune?  why or why not?   where do they believe these things come from?  

Acunths:

"What?! No!"

He quickly leans forwards, concern shining in his blue eyes as the Miqo'te, frantically motions. "I don't ever want to come across as something I'm not! I firmly believe the truth should be told, even if it will hurt someone! How can we, as mortals, make a clear choice if we don't have the whole truth?"

He pauses, and thinks for a long moment, before he sighs softly. "Even as I say that, I know I have and will lie in the heat of the moment if I sense danger. But to my friends, to those I care about... I won't lie."

His eyes lift, holding your gaze firmly, confidently, as his hands clasp before him on the table.

Goldenrod:

"Oh definitely yes." He is nodding sagely, his ears flicking as he messes with his hat in his hands, a small grin on his lips. "Luck, fortune, sometimes it just happens with no explanation. I mean, Menphina, my goddess, the great lover, spins luck and fortune for lovers, to bring them together and light their path. If there was no luck or fortune, so many of us would pass from this world with no joy, or love, or stories to be remembered by."

He finishes messing with his hat, the seam of it back in place, and plops it onto his head, his wiggling ears poking through the holes he had custom cut for them. "Without luck, I may have never had the chance to leave my little town all those years ago."

[ flower hc meme @ bryn ] edelweiss, pansy & snapdragon

Edelweiss:

Bryn sits there for a long moment, unmoving beyond his eyes, which glow glazed and distant, as he thinks long, and hard. Battles and fields flick through his mind, a red moon falling, and even a Castrum prison, but none of those were times he felt...brave. No, one time stood out among all others.

"I had a secret. A big one," he rumbled out, his hands twisting together in his lap. "One that I guarded with my life. It had, and still might, saved me from hopeless situations. My bravest moment was releasing the hold on that secret, and showing someone it. Allowing them to see who I was fully, and trust they would not run. It was not brave, or courageous in the typical sense, but..." He smiled wanly, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. "I hope they still consider me brave because of it."

What he doesn't say is the fact that his name is well known and respected, that bravery dripped from his person as a soldier, but to him, that bravery was not true bravery. It was only revealing a piece of himself that took true bravery.

Pansy:

"Reflect? Oh, all the time."

His answer is honest, easy, a good bit of mirth in his gaze before he lifted a finger and pantomimed, "'A soldier who does not reflect and learn dies first.' Or so my old Captain used to say." He lowered his hand, and nodded once as if in agreement to his own words. "Every memory and action has a chance to learn within it, to better yourself and be more prepared, and I take the opportunities to reflect as often as I can. Especially the times when a mistake or misstep lead to a scar, or a lost comrade."

His gaze darkens for a moment, and he sighs heavily, before shaking his head to clear the darker thoughts. "Aye, I think often of what I could have done differently to save a life, if laying down my own might have brought about a better end, but even with those thoughts...I refuse to let them bind me and hold me back. Learn from them, yes, but they are not the sum of my whole. Even if they do shape who I am today."

Snapdragon:

"Mercy..." He leans forward, his hands held before his mouth, his eyes hard, calculating, dangerous, before he slowly growls out, "No."

There is no explanation, that mercy is for the weak, or that he seeks vengeance. All it is a very simple, deep seated belief that if someone is on the other side of his rifle or blade, they will get the pain they deserve, and to show mercy would end with himself, or someone he loved, dead.

Sorry y'all, I was planning on working on replies today but had a small medical emergency. Dealing with it, hopefully everything will turn out fine, and I will get to replies soon.

Thank you for your understanding and patience.

voidtouched-blue--[Prior]

"Enough! I don't care who does it, but one of you help me! Hold her down so I can finish stitching her back up again." The man turned to look at the commotion by the door. His words had been spat out as venom to halt the conflict and complete the task at hand. Cyra's only response to his added voice in the chaos, was to lurch toward him with a growl. Her tail whipping out to slap at his side while he swatted back at the tufted appendage to keep it from contaminating his tools.

︻デ═一・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

He barely remembered the moments between setting where he was going, and heading there, his heavy boots thumping against the ground and metal, turning away from the exit they had taken the other day, then up a flight of stairs, down the hallway, and rapidly towards a set of white painted double doors, his rifle ready, his eyes gleaming, prepared for anything.

And then he heard her scream.

He was through the door in a flash, the doors flying open and slamming against the walls, the hinges whining in protest, as Bryn saw the soldier turn, yell, and take a step towards him, and then think better of it, the rifle in Bryn's hands half lowered as if ready to bring to bear and shoot, the Garlean man still standing in front of Cyra and the medicus, prepared to stop the supposed threat to the doctor and the Commander's prized possession. Bryn's focus though was on Cyra, on the young woman on the table, blood dripping down her back, squirming in pain and anger, the monitors hooked up to her, the man over her, how she was restrained, arms and legs pulling against the restraints, but unable to move, to pull away, to pull away from the garbed and ready doctor, the silver eyes of the soldier flashing as he felt his teeth grit and he growled out at the soldier in his way, "Step aside. No-"

But he never finished it, the guard turning towards the medicus, his angry yell and order surprising them both, but it was Bryn who reacted quicker, recognizing that it was a mending procedure, the needle, the twine, the classic preparation of a stitching, and he knew that Cyra would be less than pleased about it.

And in one moment, the soldier found himself the proud new owner of a rifle, and Bryn was by the blue Miqo'te's side, grabbing her shoulder and holding it tight, so her back was bared to the medicus, and her face was forced to look at him, his eyes narrowed slightly as he nodded to the medicus, voice low and steady. "Quickly. She's stronger than she looks."

It was true, but his grip was stronger, and he had the advantage of looking into her eyes, seeing her anger, fear, and hatred. He knew with where he was standing, restraints or not, that he was now the target, and that was something he could handle, holding her gaze as one hand held her chin, the other on her shoulder, keeping her focused on him as he shook his head at her, warning her not to move. "It's going to hurt, but your wound is too deep to leave untreated. Stay. Still."

It wasn't like she was going to listen to him, but he had to say it anyways, hoping that maybe, she would listen to him, to a familiar face, if she even remembered him. He had no idea what she remembered after such an experience, if she recognized his face, his voice, or how she viewed him after he had just...watched.

But he could at least try.