𝓘𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 🌠

As the evening wound up, with dancing and revelries sweeping the crowd in the ballroom, the displaced emperor strove to find a little fresh air. Belos politely excused himself from the main event; while the mask he'd donned brought strength to his demeanor and a youthful look to his appearance (as well as shedding any trace of the malachite-colored curse) it did not necessarily grant him strength. He still found himself just a bit winded by the festivities, even with the anonymity of his golden mask. For a while, he slowly paced the halls of this castle, reminiscing on his losses and mentally comparing decor choices.

Eventually, the winding hallways led Belos outside into the courtyard gardens. The one thing his own palace had lacked was a garden, though he did not regret it. It would have been a waste of resources to manicure plant life that constantly strove to grow wild. Not to mention it clashed with the gilded appearance of his castle.

As the murmurs from the other attendees faded the deeper he wandered into the garden, Belos removed the horned mask and stowed it out of sight within his coat, taking a deep breath. His fingers brushed absentmindedly over his unfamiliarly smooth cheek. The cloying scent of evening primrose wafted thickly in the air, and he stooped to appreciate the blooms.

Rather than contend with the discomfort under the garish lights of the ballroom floor for any longer, Ford left the gilded chandelier behind in lieu of gardens which twinkled faintly, effectively mirroring the distant skies above. He breathed a sigh of relief here, a six-fingered hand gravitating to tug at the collar set snug at his neck, deftly loosening the tie and a single button to make the most of the chilly evening air. Belatedly, he registered that he was not alone-- as some other (exceedingly well-dressed) individual had already taken up residence in the courtyard.

Welcome back to the jaunty Isola Radiale, Stanford!

You’ll be housed in CONDO 409.

You’ll be given everything you had during your previous stay.

Have fun!

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

“ what’s holding you back in life ?”

“ is everything alright? ”

“ when did you choose to give up ?”

“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”

“ how many have you slept with ?”

“ what’s your biggest secret ?”

“ do you believe in love ?”

“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”

“ what scares you more than anything ?”

“ have you ever considered running away ?”

“ do you love me ?”

“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”

“ who hurt you ?”

“ what made you this way ?”

“ is there anyone special in your life ?”

“ why are you always smiling ?”

“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”

“ who are you, really ?”

“ is there anything you regret ?”

“ what’s your biggest regret ?”

“ tell me about your first kiss ?”

“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”

“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”

“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”

“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”

“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”

“ when was the last time you cried ?”

“ how come you keep running away ?”

“ have you ever made someone cry ?”

“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”

“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”

“ do you believe in true love ?”

“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”

“ do you regret letting me close ?”

“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”

“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”

“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

“ do you ever get scared ?”

“ what do you really think of life ?”

this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

@anomalious

This is not her preferred method of mourning. She was a fighter, always swimming against the current of fate until she gets what she wants or it drowns her. She has challenged the toughest fighters her home had to offer, she stared down Gods themselves and she never, ever backed down from trying to do what she felt was right.

And she lost. Now there is nobody she can fight anymore. Nobody she can force to fix this, to make him love her again. 

So Salem sits and watches the thick liquid fill the glass in front of her with unfocused eyes. She doesn’t know how many she had, not that she cares about it either. If the bartender decides to cut her off, she is just going to find a new place, leaving another unpaid tab behind her. Or maybe she’ll fall asleep outside in the snow again and freeze to death, only to wake up in her ‘house’, alive and well. It’s become somewhat of a routine for her. 

What would he think if he saw you now?

She knocks back her drink to make the thought go away and lowers her head into her arms. A temporary solution, but it works. Then again, isn’t everything temporary for a being that cannot die?

A cold breeze runs through the bar, making her shiver in a dress that was not made for this weather. Someone new must have walked in. Without opening her eyes, she can hear heavy footsteps approaching her, the person seemingly intent to take a seat next to hers. Without opening her eyes, she curls her fingers around her sceptre - it’s hers now, he doesn’t want it anymore, just like he doesn’t want her anymore - and she slams it hard against the neighbouring barstool.

“This seat is taken. Find somewhere else to sit.”

Just let her drown.

    𝓕or better or for worse, the bar was an area which permit Ford some small degree of comfort. No matter how the indulgences varied across dimensions (a stiff rye in one, cosmic sand in another, or a colorful cocktail garnished with the peels of local fruits he could not name), the atmosphere was familiar in some sense. This manner of den was a space in between spaces-- something...rather like him he supposed. The people who passed through were often temporary fixtures in an ever-changing landscape; and so he was not disappointed by the plethora of new faces that greeted him upon entrance. Well...”greeted” was a bit of a loose term-- if a wayward glance or grunt could pass for a “greeting” these days. But he’d take it. He wasn’t exactly looking to be seen here.

    Most people these days took to taverns to disappear, after all.

    Yet, for all his attempts to skate his gaze but briefly over the occupants-- long enough to measure the empty space in between in search of a place to sit-- blue eyes could not help but revisit the diminutive form of one figure in particular, golden locks collapsed over a glass...or rather, it was the faintly familiar glimmer of the scepter she bore which entreated his eye.

    No sooner had the harsh clash of metal against wood permeated the bar did Ford reach out a hand to cover some portion of the jeweled staff, entranced by the peculiar aura emanating off the verdant gem that crowned it. Yet, as soon as he had made the motion, so did he detract the hand prior to full contact, all too eager to write off his impulsive action to some transient connection that need not apply here...

    “My apologies-- but it’s a busy night, and quite difficult to get the bartender’s attention from a corner steeped in shadow.” It was an excuse invented on the fly, but in taking another look around, he supposed it could have held some merit. “When your companion returns I’d be happy to vacate. I assume you are....accompanied, after all?” This Ford didn’t infer based on the scathing remark she’d directed at him so much as based on the numerous crystalline tumblers before the woman that now shone clean through-- sucked dry by someone with a voracious appetite; or else, an actionable cause to want to up and drown themselves free from their sorrows in the bite of vodka as it singed down your throat.

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