Corona Immortalis

May the Moon be witness to silken reds.

Study in: devourer of all that is dark, moonlit knight why do you bleed, O' Mother Moon guard me as i guard you, to be exempt from Life & Death, evil of legend parading amongst mortals, arrowhead strikes first and true, beware of the knife once it aims, tis but a medic's duty to save lives, evil basking under the moonlight glow, weaver of nightmares & maker of dreams, the monster under your bed, one's own meaning of immortality, the pleasure of pain, promises for the future.

bold what applies to your muse. italicize what sometimes applies. ( repost, don’t reblog! )

                       𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways

                           𝐑𝐄𝐃

wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / possessive love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / cherry flavored chapstick / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets

                         𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / street food / car shows / pop art drawings / fruity flavors / mist on produce / running through sprinklers / cucumber water / wrap around porches / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / yard sales / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / angel food cake / windmills / flashlight beams

                          𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍

marshy swamps / cajun recipes / haunted graveyards / old road signs / the house people tell stories about / lights flickering / jazz music / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grottos / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / park theater productions / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns

                         𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / grainy camera footage / black and white photos / dust filled attics / empty theaters / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces

                         𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄

crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / brightly lit hospital rooms / empty train stations / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / plane rides for fun / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / the scent of a running dryer / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art

@furinasopera - ( * ´ᴗ`)ﾉ(•́ ֊ •̀ ) (Lohen)

For a while, he has been standing there, in the confines of a dreamscape ressembling Mondstadt's main settlement and right behind the Church. For a bit, the nonhuman thought himself alone, till a certain someone invited herself in a place like this, mostly because he permitted it.

A startled-like sound emanate from the Drude, promptly made to exit his thoughts as he'd glance over to Focalors.

Well this is..., should he say embarrassing?, worrying?, awkward?.

''Uhm, thanks?''.

Frankly, he knows not what else to reply with, towards such a gesture that Lohen was not very unfamiliar with. It usually happens with the kids of this Nation though, that much he's come to observe.

@heedsiren - ( * ´ᴗ`)ﾉ(•́ ֊ •̀ ) (@ LOHENNN he deserves all da head pats in the world Ok. err from Majiri ig)

There is a momentary silence in regard to what hoped wouldn't be the last of them, alas, as a member of Favonius, life had other plans already set in motion.

''Yeah, about that..'', the spirit in human guise trails off but still finding it in himself to look in Furina's proximity. ''I'm headed on back to Nod-Krai after i am done here'', and from there, who knows how for how many years he has to stay station in the aforementioned. ''You could say they are having their own crisis over there'' Lohen shrugged, Wild Hunt anomalies and so forth.

That and it was Varka's decision to lend help & to need a team of medics.

He leans forward, walking still, staring at her still. ''Oh?, friendship with evil ghostie me?, huh. Une medaille avec ça?'', playfulness painted across facial features.

''Who?'', who the [redacted] is Albedo???. (ooc: picture it in that Ei voiceline to Itto, lol)

Wait, no, that is beside the point now that she got the full story. ''And have ya gotten back to see them person?, u know cuz of side effects maybe?''.

Aw drat!.

Well, thankfully, she had an option to remedy to that. & After briefly putting him back down, does Myrene make use of her shapeshifting skill, that way they can talk to one's another.

''How about now?, are we good?''.

@furinasopera - ❝  i  don’t  like  to  trouble  my  friends.  and  i  consider  you  a  good  friend.  ❞ (to Lohen)

Friends huh.

While Lohen would not call it starting in the wrong foot, it was quite a tumult that kicked this off, this much he can acknowledge. All the same, it had been a neccessity, if for a promise of long ago but he digress...

''Sappy much, milady'', came the blatant tease, idly spinning his prized dagger between adept fingers. On a more serious note though, ''what?, something on your mind again?''.

His pace matches the latter, occasionally scrutinizing this particular street road of Fontaine. By that point in time, people were heading on home for the night.

What a waste of breath.

He'll just turn back to start walking, ''mhm, mmokay, good luck with that'', perhaps it is another to mean; 'i don't buy that'.

There is no such thing as wanting to keep any sort of 'unwanted attention' behind so much as setting up camp any where.