「 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 」

          “𝓣𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓵𝔂𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂…”

❀ » @nostomannia​ inquired: "You have such pretty hair." Solita couldn't help but comment, almost envious.

❝ thank you very much for the compliment, miss. ❞ scarlet eyes scan the young-looking woman from head to toe, smiling sweetly, approaching a little further whilst holding her arms on her back. if her gaze could communicate her thoughts, the artistic temptation of drawing her would reflect in them. 

Well, in a way, Elijah got an answer for what she thought she had heard. And then she kinda didn’t. After all, what have you truly learned when you found something kinda sorta not there? Ghost. It’s a ghost. It doesn’t take more than a moment for even Elijah to take measure of this much. The light of the fire dances through them as much as it does on the surroundings. The hypothesis is made more and more likely as the small girl quickly closes the distance between the two. This is where a normal person may shout or give a fright at the sight, right?

“Whoa!” Can’t be helped. She does startle at the sudden appearance and greeting. But the rebound to curiosity is just as swift as the supernatural child. “No no it’s okay! For a moment I was worried I was intruding on someone else’s home! I wasn’t here looking for trouble. But it looks like we’re in the same boat! If this place is attracting spirits then maybe I have a good intuition after all! Yep. Getting the hang of this…” Elijah’s voice trails off towards the end, a distracted mind quickly diverted when the other calls attention to her source of warmth for the evening.

Eeesh. Just as she felt a subtle scold for being careless, the break from her focus has reminded her that she’s made a bit of a mess of the place, hasn’t she? Or at least worse of one. “Ah!! You’re right, I should move some of these. Ueh… This place was already messy when I got here but I definitely haven’t helped it at all, have I?” A playful laugh as she does just as she declares, hopping over to the pile to shuffle some books around into haphazard stacks.

…will they notice she burned some of the books already to supplement the scarce number of logs that were usable?

“It’s a really big place isn’t it? I wonder why it got left abandoned like this. I haven’t found any books or notes scattered around, but looking at the walls and plants growing its been awhile. Oh! And my name is Elijah, its nice to meet you… I didn’t know ghosts could explore! That’s neat!” Beats the alternative.

the pale-looking child simply watches as the other yelps. truth to be told, she doesn’t mind, it’s a natural reaction to being found out whilst on apparent solitude. if anything, it does clue her in on how accustomed this miss is to the presence of the supernatural. her level of experience. perhaps, they may not be that different; el herself is still learning, but she’s not exactly a novice either.

❝ it is fine, i am an outsider as well. my home is quite far away from here, err- i think? i have not seen it in a while, so i am not sure. ❞ geography is one of the few subjects aside from math that she remains fairly uneducated. being self-taught, she studied exclusively what she liked, nothing else. ❝ yes, indeed, this location is brimming with magical energies. that is why i decided to stop by, hoping to find information of interest. ghosts also need help sometimes! ❞

upon getting closer, it seems the worst has already happened. oh, those poor, innocent records... now, she’ll never get to study them. her frown is quick to vanish, however, there’s no point in crying over spilt milk.

or scorched papers, as it’s in this case.

❝ i could lend you a lamp if you want. my illusions are able to mimic “light”, the downside would be the lack of warmth. ❞ it’s a safer alternative in her opinion, and more versatile. it’s a good aide to read in the dark.

❝ i assume this building has been abandoned for at least around fifty years, possibly more. i have the suspicion that there might be a mystery awaiting...! then again, even if there is not, it is amusing to entertain such an idea. ❞ a mellow chuckle bubbles forth afterwards, ever affable in demeanour. oh, for a moment she forgot her etiquette, right - introductions.

        SUDDENLY A PATH OF FLOWERS was showing at her feet. For a moment the raven-haired Baskerville stood still and witnessed how the flowers were brought into the world. What was going on? First she walked on an empty road and the next thing she knew there was no blank road anymore. She thought she was just too tired and seeing things through her confusion. Was someone trying to gain her attention?

        “Who’s there?” She wasn’t making a mistake, right? There was someone else out there. There just had to be. She couldn’t just be dreaming and her mind trying to make fun of her.

— success!

her trick has been spotted, beckoning the young lady's attention. however, here comes the difficult part - engaging in a conversation. mostly, breaking the ice. she’s considering just jumping and surprising her, akin to a jack-in-the-box toy, wouldn’t it be amusing? aren’t ghosts supposed to be, at least, a little scary?

anticipation fills her chest, despite having no heart.

➦ @elysianbook​ decided to cross paths with Loki! « Starter »

➥💀   ❝ Are you lost? ❞

He commented as his blue iris looked down at the female for a few moments. He was curious to where she had emerged from since Paris was full of people and he was quite familiar with majority of them due to their scent and their appearances.

upon the query, the girl gives a quick head shake.

❝ hm, not really. rather, i am what can be considered a wandering artist. ❞ there’s a sketchbook between her arms, it’s being held with care, dearly. she’s hoping to improve further her skills, hence the need to practice. surely her father will be proud of her once they reunite.

SONGS  TO  WRITE  MY  MUSE !!

whether  it  be  melodies  that  give  you  inspiration  for  your  muse  or  songs  that  get  you  into  the  writing  mood   —   pick  10  songs  you  find  that  give  you  the  urge,   the  drive,   or  the  creativity  to  write  your  muse   !!

i didn’t talk to anyone again today - irisu syndrome ost

sin - saya no uta ost

star traveller - sayaka sebongi/yumiri hanamori

growing wings - paperblossom (cover)

corridors of time - adriana figeroa (cover)

connecting happy!! instrumental ver. - priconne ost

departure season instrumental ver. - priconne ost

spiral melody of light - kukui

egg of neanis - kara no shoujo ost

waltz of the snowflakes - the nutcracker, tchaikovsky

Yui began to wonder if the other had a bad life or something like hers where it was more boring than anything. She wasn’t going to ask questions.

“It was the same for me in a way. Coming to this world was such a relief and…” She cut herself off when the other continued to speak.

“Dead?” She’s never heard of someone arriving here via death. Still, since they are here, they have a soul so the normal rules should still apply here. She put a finger to her chin.

“You should be able to eat. In fact, you might as well have been given a second life. There are a few differences between normal people and milletians, us who come from another world. We have to ability to change our body and we can’t permanently die to name a couple.”

❝ yes, dead. still, i will spare you the details, do not worry. ❞ there’s no need for them, as it’s an unwholesome, sensitive subject. at least, it’s reassuring that this person hasn’t made a fuss about it. she’d hate that.

❝ milletians? i see, then. so far i understand what you have told me, i guess it would not hurt to try... maybe this really is a second chance at life. ❞ food sounds nice. the child doesn’t remember the last time she received a meal, but it might be because there’s a lot to process yet. it’s strange to be so far away from home.

❝ by the way, i am elys. though, papa calls me just el. thank you for patiently explaining everything, miss. ❞ this situation could have turned out quite frightening without a guiding hand to help her out; her personality might be naturally demure and composed, but it doesn’t mean she’s absent of fear.

“Dangerous moms with sharp teeth? How about two killer parents?!”

Which Tragic Character from Ancient Greek Literature Are You?

𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓾𝓼

you are pentheus from the bacchae by euripides, and you hold yourself so tightly wound together and so perfectly in place that even the slightest push will make you shatter. you are determined, you are headstrong, and you are addicted to pushing yourself to your farthest limits just to see when you'll snap. you find comfort in tradition, order, and authority, because that's where you are allowed to be blind to the darkness inside you. once in a while, give into the temptation and the chaos you keep denying yourself. it's the only way to not be afraid anymore.

Gods, El.

Gah! She’s too cute it’s blinding!

Such an innocent question. She would have asked the same of any other person when she was younger and desperate for a friend. “I think we are already good friends, El,” she answered with a smile and chuckle.

The smile slightly faded now that El had brought up her secret without really saying much. “Mm… I noticed,” the empress confessed with a soft sigh. “You know, that doesn’t change anything, El. You can still support and make people happy, just like you want to. Just by being yourself. And you and I can continue to be friends.”

She turned her gaze in the direction of the palace. If the little phantom child had nowhere to go in this paradise she had found, then it would be best to at least give her a home. Especially when Hikari couldn’t tell how long El had been wandering alone.

“If you wanted to, you would be more than welcome to make yourself at home in the palace. I have many rooms that rarely ever see any use. The library has many, many books. Fantasy, romance, adventure, biographies, spell books and tomes, historical records… Even I have not read all those books. We also have a beautiful garden.” She turned back to look at the snow-haired child.

“Only if you’d like to, of course.”

in silence, her face immediately lights up, adorned by a big smile and the usual rosy cheeks. the child often tries to not jump into assumptions, preferring to wait and later on, ask. for courtesy’s sake, and to keep her hopes at bay. hence, to hear an answer, a positive affirmation, so clear — it’s a moment of utmost delight. they are friends. good ones, even. how exciting!

ah, then her instinct was right. though, it’s not really a problem. on the contrary, that facilitates the process for her. if miss hikari isn’t prejudiced against ghosts, there’s no need to hide her real nature. ❝ i expected no less from a magical fairy princess, your soul must be highly attuned to sense the supernatural...! it makes me very, very happy that you are so accepting... i will dearly treasure this bond. ❞

timidity appears at the sudden offer. it’s tempting, moreover, if it has spellbooks and tomes, these might help her control her abilities.

however, the reaction of the castle folk is what’s worrying.

just a little, a tiny bit.

❝ as long as it is a non-issue, i would love to! if you are free, we could have a reading session together. ❞ her outstretched palm is an invitation for the royal to take it; to stroll toward the palace whilst holding hands. it’s a bold action, meant to emphasize her trust. normally, aside from formal greetings, she avoids touch, given how the temperature of her form is wintry cold.

@elysianbook​

“Ohoho, been a while since I’ve last been in Germany. I remember hanging out in Singen a lot. Stuttgart was a nice place too.” Estelle spoke to herself, as she was in some forest for now. “Really need to calibrate the machine later, but for now, exploring!”

As such the Planeswalker started walking around and even bought herself a few cakes here and there, and afterwards some ice-cream. She only stopped for a moment, when she saw a rather young looking child hanging about. Curiosity was the driving force, as she approached the other with a smile.

“Hey there, you look a bit lonely!” Okay that was a bit rude, with Estelle internally cringing, but still held out an unopened ice-cream for the other. “It’s pretty hot today, so why not eat something cold?”

the ghostly girl tilts her head, noticing the voice echoing in the woods' depths. maybe her heart is feeling apprehensive, but she doesn’t like the idea of a stranger approaching her old home, or at least the decrepit remains of what used to be a cabin. that’s why she will go, investigate, and keep them away.

after walking a safe distance, she meets with the source of all that noise. ❝ oh... hello, miss. ❞ el stays wary, but at least no question in regards to her parents’ whereabouts has been made, for which she’s thankful. ❝ hah, mayhaps. say, are you wandering on your own too? this forest is pretty big, so it’s easy to get lost. ❞

❀ » anonymous inquired: Do you think that El could've been a witch?

well, since she’s the daughter of one, namely lafrenze, the guardian witch of the underworld’s gates, yeah. on the other hand, her dad is, by all means, the SH version of orpheus (a messed up version), who also has magical abilities. 

overall, she would qualify as a being fully compatible with magic. mostly, she would have needed a source of knowledge to learn from, a teacher or that her mother would have stopped her father from taking her away, and raising the girl herself. which would have been nice (and better for everyone). 

even now, as a ghost, el could walk that path and if she could take the chance, she would. if we talk about whether she’d be a good one or a bad one, that’s the difficult part. her moral alignment in the google doc it’s set on chaotic [redacted] for a reason. if we follow the canon elysion route, when abyss/orph does find her after gathering the girls from the ark / baroque / yield / sacrifice / stardust? it means she’ll accompany him on his path to entrap every soul on an endless queue, with no beginning nor end. the “paradise parade” from the song “el’s picture book: the pied man and the parade”. which it’s the manga canon ending, rip for all these zombies. 

personally, as it is, for the most part, this blog’s main verse follows nein rather than elysion. there, the woman from stardust is not kidnapped by abyss, thus the requirement for him and el to meet is low, if not zero. by default, it ought to be a safer route. (unless someone mistakenly helps her to reunite with him, then it’s not so safe anymore)

Sophie giggles and taps her cheek sheepishly, her torso twisting side to side as she tries to think of a day to explain to the child before her.

“Would it surprise you if I said I was trying to make cookies?”

She picks up a few books and set them on her nearby desk. Before taking a book that was already open and showing it to the girl. Showing a charming little doodles of cookies on the side with a small list of ingredients. Before bringing the book back to herself as she reads it again.

“I put it a bit more of sugar and vanilla extract but it didn’t agree well with the rest and-” she gestures to her messy cauldron. “That happened.” She sighs.

“But one thing im great at making now is my famous So-tea! I’ll whip a cup right up for you!”

❝ to tell you the truth, it is surprising. though, i suppose that given how alchemy is meant to make life easier... it sure is a fun manner to finish some chores. ❞ how would have tasted some magical cheese and potato pancakes?

oh no, no — let’s not go there. it’s not the time!

peeking over the book’s pages, el nods, smiling. it does seem a convenient way to bake, also somewhat stricter in comparison. there’s another glance at the list, so - if she understands the situation well enough, sophie tried to increase the sweetness of these biscuits, but it has failed. how complicated.

❝ hmm, what if it needed something else to balance the extra sugar and extract? an enhancer of some sort? i do not know. ❞ she’s neither an alchemist nor a chef, it’s out of her area of expertise. which is why her queries sound hesitant.

❀ » @serpentsexile​ inquired:╰┈➺  ˗ˏˋ •.° ❀ ┊❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 ❜┊ ❀°.• ´ˎ˗   ❛  Would you like to share some blackberries with me  ??   When I was a child   ,   I was not allowed to eat blackberries.  They're messy   ,   you see.    &&   I am awful with messes.  But I've learned  . . .  Through the help of love  ,   though that seems terribly cliche   ,   I have overcome such a thing.   It's    okay   to be a mess sometimes . . .  At least that's what I tell myself. ❜  

❝ cliche or not, as long as it helps you to be happier, it is a wonderful thing...! ❞ 

for life is to be enjoyed and grow, the girl would say; keeping these words to herself mostly because they’d be redundant. the point is plenty clear. perhaps in another instance, if the topic arises once again. it won’t be good if she babbles on. ❝ besides, well, at least in my opinion, when someone truly loves somebody, they will adore them in spite and due to those little idiosyncrasies. ❞ 

which is a firm belief of hers. the deeper the bond, the more its means accepting and understanding a soul as a whole.

❝ worry not, i wish for nothing but some good company, for us to converse and get more acquainted with each other. also, blackberries are delicious, i remember fondly their flavour. ❞ which might be enough to share the experience together. ever since she’s become a wandering spirit, her senses, except sight and hearing are long gone. it’s a bittersweet emotion, almost like the taste of unripe fruits. 

❝ so, it would be a pleasure. thank you for inviting me. ❞