#aderae things

Hm.

Send me a (🗣️) + two muses on my blog, and I’ll make them have a conversation whether they know each other or not!

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Fancy a trip to the past?

“You did what?” Anger so rarely enters your tone, it makes the sound of your own voice ring out in your ears. It feels foreign. Are you even angry?

Thanat doesn’t seem to react to your anger. He hardly registers that the two of you are even having a conversation. He has his back to you, focused squarely on the notes in his hands. “I threw her out. Sent her home.” His answer was so simple, not a care in the world beyond his nonsensical cure. You just might be the only person on Alternia that didn’t go starting fights with forces outside of anyones hands. The simplicity of his answer shakes something loose in your chest, and a growl begins to take its place. 

“Nehali took leave to spend time with him, Thanat.” You say, indignance mounting. “He wants to see her.”

“She was stressing him out, Aderae.” His response is chastising, he means to admonish you. He casts a glance over his shoulder to gauge your reaction, and your expression must betray you because he shrugs his shoulders before turning away again. “Do I need to throw you out until you’ve calmed down?”

“Do you suppose that you can?”

At your words, Thanat finallys sets the pages he was looking at to the side and stands, he is about a head taller than you. The distance never feels so significant than when the two of you argued.

When he turns to face you, the grimace he holds could get a man to jump out of his skin. Well, if the man was anyone other than you.

You blink back at him.

“You seem tired, Thanat. Have you slept?”

He pauses for a moment to get a real good look at you, you guess. The silence lingers for a while, he had such a way of making silences feel so uncomfortable. Heavy, even.

Your irritation continues to mount, but you’ve found a way to level your tone. Somehow.

He does not answer your question.

“You should take a break.”

Silence again.

“Thanat, this isn’t healthy.”

“Are we going to have a problem, Aderae?”

You roll your eyes as you take a step back, taking an opportunity to stare at him in a disapproving manner. But.. The anger never comes when you set your eyes on him. He’s disheveled, and sad, and scared. Aren’t you? You are. God, you are.

You take a deep breath as you move toward him again. Thanat Lycaon is a pain in your ass.

You wrap your arms around him and, before he gets the opportunity to protest, pull him into a tight embrace.

Very briefly Thanat goes rigid, then he relaxes against you.

One word prompt please specify muse

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“Say cheese!” The yellow blood shouted, her voice filling the empty lecture hall with her enthusiasm. The victim of her assault had no way of knowing that she’d already taken three candids before and two after the command left her mouth.

Fool that he is.

When he raises his head to look at her, there is mild irritation fighting a losing battle against the good natured smirk trying to settle on his face. Smugly, she notes that no one can really stay mad at her for too long.

“Soleah, you do know when I dismiss class for the evening, that you are included in the trolls that I would like to leave, correct?” A small smile, well she’d call it a smile, punctuates the purple bloods question. The humor in his voice knocked out even the idea that he was upset by her intrusion. She could hit herself for not recording this interaction. Silly Pricit!

“Oh come on Double P! I always stay behind.”

He raises an eyebrow, moving to prop his head against his hand but quickly seems to change his mind about the action. Professor Punnam had a lot of weird quirks like that, she hardly felt the need to mention it. In fact, Soleah found his mannerisms to be a bit endearing.

“Why is that, Soleah?”

“I like your company!” Her response comes quickly, barely a second passing between it and the question, as she bounces back and forth on the balls of her feet.

He raises both brows this time, but his expression does not change much beyond it.

“My question remains the same.”

She pauses, letting herself rock back onto steady ground. The question hangs in the air with a breath of levity. Despite what the other students might say, and even some of the older trolls she interviewed in her studies, silence with him always felt more relaxed. As though he never expected more from a troll than they were equipped to give.

They were allowed to simply be when it came down to it. There is not a lot of that on Alternia.

“Well, do I need a reason?” Silence gives way to her brilliant response, smugness once again painting itself into her features when he raises his hands up in relent to her rhetoric. She knew that he would.

“Very well, what will we talk about?”

“History obviously. But, first. A selfie!” As she speaks she leans in closer to him, turning her phone to its forward facing camera function.

Aderae sighs, but once again yields to her insistence.

“Okay, okay. Smile!” She says as she sticks her tongue out for the picture, her professor giving a less than enthusiastic peace sign beside her.

ohhh aderae has a really fucking sexy playlist actually

Achilles Come Down || Gang of Youths

You like that guy..

Leave Me Alone || IDKHOW They say the devil that you know Is better than the devil that you don't Oh, you're a big shot here, but nobody else knows Now I want you to leave me alone

The Killing Type || Amanda Palmer I wouldn't kill to get you back And I've officially been asked I couldn't kill to save a life I'd rather die a peaceful piece of shit Bait shame-filled coward Thanks

Under My Skin || Jukebox the Ghost I can feel your heart beating under my skin And the beating of your heart is making me bleed from within And if we cut open your heart, pour it in a cup Do you think it'd be enough, do you think it'd be enough To fill... my heart with music?

Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful? || Paloma Faith The court of conscience came before me Presenting me with a heavenly angel You took my hand and ask me, truth aside To his questions I replied Do you want the truth or something beautiful? Just close your eyes and make believe

Wow you greedy greedy little thing!

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Hare: No. He's way to impulsive. He's just. He would forget about the animal or the plant. He has no interest in children either, so he's like. Man. Fuck this little thing. Leaves it outside somewhere. The only way he'd care about a kid is if like Owl or Mole were like :) I want a baby child. But like. That seems so unlikely. Hare's just not.. The nurturing type even a little fucking bit.

Maelia: Girl. Is that even a question? C'mon.

Aderae: Uhm. I feel like in the past he'd have to pick up after plants Orfuse forgot about after a while. He also has no actual interest in taking care of a pet or a child. He can be very good at it! But he'd much rather not be in the position of having to take care of another living thing.

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Hare: See, Hare prefers to be the giver of advice and information. But he'll take advice from his pretty littly birdy whenever they have it. He will NEVER take advice from any of Mole's glowworm siblings. Somethings wrong with those guys, he thinks.

Maelia: He will always take advice from Petrix. That's his right hand arm man. His confidant, his best friend, his silly rabbit. Also he always keeps a level head about things and lets be real... Maelia can be a little.. Impulsive sometimes. He does not take advice from Sid. He can't take that thing seriously.

Aderae: He will always take advice from Ghosts and Holitz, that's a no brainer. He thinks Thanat is the dumbest person to walk the planet, so he'd not take advice from him if he can help it. (He pretends he wouldn't take advice from Orfuse, but that is just to piss Orfuse off)

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

I don't think any of these guys believe in guilty pleasure. I think these are all dudes that just.. Do what they want when they want.

But different flavors.

What do they like that nobody else does?

I have no idea what this means.

Hare: Contrary to popular belief he likes to hang out underground. Sure it's a little stuffy, but it's private and he doesn't have to deal with hearing the stupidity of the surface people unless he so chooses to!

Maelia: I don't know. He likes Zerkev. Does that count?

Aderae: I super don't have an answer for this one :(

wow... you're thinking about him?

im holding hands with him in my head actually

Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful? || Paloma Faith

Achilles Come Down || Gang of Youths

WHAT ALL AT ONCE?

Do they have any crafting hobbies?

Zurv: You knnnow he does. This little bitch is always crafting.. Always making something. He likes ceramics the most but anything he can get his grubby little hands on, he's tried and is pretty decent at it! Woodworking is a close second, followed by paper crafting. :)

Aderae: UH! Only metal working.

Weasel: Weasel... Paints. Don't tell him I told you

2. Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer? (ur gay for this one)

Zurv: No. He doesn't really like to wear that stuff. Like if someone were to get him a perfume or cologne as a gift he'd wear it for a little while then forget it exists.

Aderae: Hehe he likes to smell sweet, actually. So yes! :)

Weasel: He likes florally smelling things, but he doesn't make the effort to purchase or buy it.

7. Do they have any unusual fears?

IM GONNA BE REAL WITH YOU GREG I'M DRAWING A BLANK FOR THIS ONE

13. Do they enjoy poetry?

Zurven no. Aderae yes.

Hehe, you like that guy

Achilles Come Down || Gang of Youth Loathe the way they light candles in Rome But love the sweet air of the votives Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone Engage with the pain as a motive Today, of all days, see How the most dangerous thing is to love How you will heal and you'll rise above

Look Away || The Dear Hunter And I don't want to get up Just leave me down here Down where the truth won't go No, I don't want to give up Just dust me off and I swear you'd never know Oh, no Look away Shade your eyes Don't Stop

Art Of Understanding || Coyote Theory This is not The way that I had things planned It's all wrong-it's backwards from beginning to end Who, who am I? To say that I'm alive I'm backed in, closed in, locked and loaded And I've got nowhere to hide. And I don't know why I don't know

Lent || Autoheart Slip up, faux pas, yet another mistake When we blunder all I see Is another thunderstorm Brewing above the house of anarchy we share When we have a visitor, they are visibly disturbed They don't want to hang around in the company of you and I And I don't blame them one iota No I don't