SOUL // ECLIPSED

❝ Jonathan ! ❞  

                                                                   ❝ Soma ! ❞

                     ❝ BLOOD  CROSS !! ❞

                                       * * *

SPARROW.   Innocence. Big dreamer. Waking up too early. Walking home. Being afraid of meeting new people. Slim hands. Always cold. Reading a book under a tree. The smell of the forest. Missing your home.

EAGLE.   Independent. Caring too much for others. Sharp looks. Walking through the city late at night. The tallest and most spectacular building. Iron. Being single and okay in a world that tells you being single is bad.

SWIFT.    Falling in love easily and heavily. Traveler. The infinity of the bluest sky. Storms. Broken smiles. Forgetting people who used to be your loved ones. Feeling out of place. Mistrusting people. A fleeting romance.

CROW. Feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot. Prejudging. Tight hugs that leave you breathless. A grey sky. Serenity. Intelligence. Being left behind. Chains. Smoke. The pride of someone wise.

DOVE. Petals. Jealousy. Being tired of living with the same old faces. Whispered secrets. Marble. Sundresses. White clothes. The first sunset of winter. Pride in who you are. Learning to get over someone.

SEAGULL.   Family. Golden light. The sea murmuring in your ear. Summer afternoons. Caramel ice cream. Collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures. Living breezy and carefree. Swimming in the sunlight.

CANARY. Artistic. Getting excited easily. Dancing and singing while you are alone. Looking at your friends having fun. No phone. Being afraid of judgement. Spring. A meaningful gift. The first ray of sunlight.

@dominatie​ asked for a starter! 

∘⡊ ✿ ˚⊹ : there was a grace to her movements, even with something as mundane as skimming through papers. the way her red lips would purse & an elegant golden brow would lift when she was perplexed about an article. still, she was warm & inviting, far more than the dark & musty library they were currently sitting in. the relaxing aroma of coffee, sweets & a wild flowers wafted around the room; the culprits of the floral scents were her assisting sprites floating around snickering, as though they were naughty children. realizing she had been completely ignoring the gentleman in front of her for a few minutes, she gasped lightly, looking up. 

∘⡊ ✿ ˚⊹ : ❝oh dear me. my apologies, mr. cruz. i got so caught up in what i was doing.❞ she laughed weakly, eyes of twinkling lilac clearly apologetic. rose gestured to the plate of freshly baked cookies on a plate besides the coffee. finally, those tiers of red curved upwards into a tender smile. 

❝please, help yourself. i baked them all on my own!❞ / / upon her saying that, a tiny indignant squeak resounded from the corner of the room. ❝oh….well, WE baked them.❞ rose giggled behind her hand.

Soma looked down at the cookies for a moment, then hesitantly picks one up and begins to eat. The auroma was so enticing that Soma had half a mind to ask if she’d baked magic into the cookies too. And the taste was just as good, which wasn’t a surprise. The scion sat back in the chair and regarded her for a few moments.

“Together, huh? That’s sweet.” Soma meant it too, glad to know that he wasn’t the only one who sometimes had familiars help him out with mundane tasks. In his own defense, they enjoyed it... sometimes. “Are they your familiars or your friends?”

@dominatie​

❛   none of this really makes sense   ——     at first. —   but i - it just needs time to.  ❜  ever the optimist, words are given in a matter-of-fact way. maybe she thought she would convince herself, but she’s really done nothing but add another little tick to the board of questions. chin is placed on a propped palm, gaze fixated on soma with a building headache. 

❛   could we just  —  go through that one more time ? ❜   hopefully this time, it would sound less ridiculous. perhaps it was just disbelief that made comprehension flee, in all her years, this was all a bit TOO much. yet, knowing her husband, and the company dracula keeps. it feels almost normal. 

Soma found himself wetting his lips a bit anxiously, his hands folded over the table. His gray eyes were locked on Lisa’s bluer ones. He could understand her confusion. Hell, Soma wasn’t even sure that he fully understood what was going on either. He just had to trust that Lisa wouldn’t think he was crazy.

“Is that a challenge I hear, Mr. Cruz?” Sypha rejoined with a puckish smile on their lips, still holding his gaze as they took the treat and popped it whole in their mouth, chewing experimentally as the flood of sourness caused the wizard to tear up a little.

“Hah, it’s delicious, but intense!”

Soma couldn’t help the small snicker that left his lips when Sypha reacted, reaching over to pat her on the shoulder encouragingly. Their face was so cute like this, really. He popped one into his own mouth and made a face when the taste hit.