sunblind —

It ebbs and flows and comes and goes and rips you up and lets you go It eats inside and splits your mind as you search around for others kind  You gather strength from the depths, fight the fight from day 'til night —

‘TIL NIGHT, ‘TIL NIGHT, ‘TIL NIGHT, ‘TIL NIGHT, ‘TIL NIGHT. . .

ANIMAL: Arctic Wolf

COLOR(S): Silver & Pastel Blue

MONTH: April.

SONG: Sky Took Hold by Grizzly Bear

NUMBER: Seven.

DAY OR NIGHT: Night

PLANT: Oleander; desire & destiny –  ‘the weight of sorrow’

SMELL: Earthy, mellow, & floral – a tinge dry & metallic, were one close enough

GEMSTONE: Onyx

SEASON: Winter

PLACE: An apartment in Shirogane that serves more as a safehouse less a living space. It’s occupied enough to show bits of himself – what with half finished sweets and half empty documents of hunting logs – but empty enough to leave at a moment’s notice. 

FOOD: Pixie Apple Pie, with a touch more cinnamon than the recipe calls for

ELEMENT: Ice — a frigid edge that encases both the surface of his skin, and his sharper gaze

DRINK: Hot Chocolate, with a touch more cinnamon that the recipe lacks

                                         ❛   think nothing of it .   ❜

THERE IS A SILENCE that works itself betwixt them like a wall of glass , approaching closer , nearer . there are one thousand yalms behind jahliqai’s stare , & estinien submits with silence to the lack of its mention . his own vision meets a distant squint birthed by indignation toward their present . arms cross ‘gainst his chest , giving a presentation more aloof than felt or intended . his head cants to one side as he closes his eyes & hisses a bitter sigh .

                                               ❛   with me .   ❜

he turns with mid haste & gestures the man to follow .

And think nothing of it he shall; should Jahliqai allow himself to fall into selfishness, it would avail to naught but pointless fretting when his energy could be expelled elsewhere. With Estinien’s terse command, Jahliqai only nods – following close as his fingers skim along the base of his still sheathed lance resting along his back. He listens close to the shrill cries of the blasphemies that still linger in the chaos – to the whistling wind that accompanies the beat of Vrtra’s wings that have long since gone ahead of them both (there’s no doubt the great wyrm held a greater sense of urgency to quell the suffering of his people than either of the dragoons combined). The mayhem of it all is something he inhales into himself – lets soak against his skin, as though he were an extension of it. Jahliqai’s eye narrows, and his gaze turns sharply to the faint sensation of something distant that reverberates uncomfortably against his scales. 

“𝐀𝐇!“ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍, letting slip the poise of gentlemanly composure he had cultivated for all his life. Music had his love above most other things, and had a way of separating him from the world. When he played the piano, he heeded only the way the notes rung in his ears, resounding with all the fervor in his skillful presses of the keys. The Warrior of Light’s entry is noticed only after his hands come to rest once more, jostling him out of his trance. An exhale, and then Artoirel gives him an apologetic smile, a hand resting on his chest. “Fury, Jahliqai, I hadn’t even noticed that you had entered.” He smiles warmer. “Though I failed to greet you properly, I do hope that you enjoyed the performance, however much you heard.”

Where Artoirel startles, Jahliqai reflects in a far more subdued fashion – his eye widening a fraction as his body tenses. It’s his own fault for lingering when he could have announced his presence (Edmont had long since retired to his chambers, thus Jahliqai turned to the eldest son to provide news of his recent travels, that way no one can say he didn’t), but a touch of curiosity is what kept him silent – eager to listen. Then, in spite of the disturbance, Artoirel smiles. Jahliqai, in turn, looks away – expression mellowing into it’s usual dour guise. 

      “ . . . “

There’s a brief pause -- a look of acknowledgement that lingers for a moment, before settling upon the bustle of the city itself. The others have long since scattered -- most nostalgic and few bright-eyed. Jahliqai thinks to make himself invisible. Well, that is... he’d like to. 

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thank you, thank you! :) it's always a pleasure seeing u around!

As for the holidays, I do! I plan on doing something different this year in that we're visiting people for Christmas, rather than them coming to us. Then, for New Years, I'm going to be alone house sitting for a family friend, which would be the third year I do this. It's become sort of routine, and it's rly delightful to be alone and enjoy New Years by myself and with the little doggie I watch over (her name’s 2e and she’s a lil baby chihuahua) each year ^_^

HIIIII sorry i’ve been dead on the pavement for a hot minute! I was working on a rly long drabble that details jelly’s post-ew lore :) WHICH i finished two days ago and u can read it right on over here!