#adergral

               ❝    a      winters      shroud    draped      in      veils      woven    in    gold  .  ❞                 (    sing      your      hymns      unto      humanity      o'      great      grail  .   )  

“What does being a homunculus ... feel like?”  She doesn’t mean it to be rude-- though maybe it’s invasive.  Percy lives in a body that never felt like her own, that took years to feel like she was alive in her skin.  “Does it ever feel like you don’t belong? ... That’s a silly question isn’t it.  It’s still your body.  It doesn’t matter who made it, it’s yours.” 

❝ Please miss. I'm sure you mean no offense, but I am much more than just a ⸻cat. ❞ Zetterburn brushed his mane as an example. While still a blazing red color his mane was not literally blazing. Which was kinda rare for him, letting his flames flow freely came as natural to him as his breath did.

   “What kind of question is THAT? Of course different bloodtypes have different flavor-”

justeaze better be prepared to have cheeks covered in dog slobber because she has many kisses to give! 💖

       “No, my Lady. While I would say staring is impolite, I must admit I also feel as though you look like someone I once met.” El-Melloi II could never say that he knew Irisveil, only her name and face from years ago, but he assumed there was something unusual at play with how close in appearance they were. It wasn’t in his position to ask or be so intrusive to interrogate the reasoning behind all of it; there were files that he could peruse if he so wished to stick his nose where it didn’t belong. “Though I have not ever been told I resemble someone else. Once I was mistaken for a woman from behind... as much as I do not appreciate it, I understand due to my hair. However, if I may ask, does this other person reside here?”

Darkness looms the despondent immortals, the lord of the night with a clear contempt in his features as sipping his wine. ❝ What’s wrong, my dear? Are humans being ignorant as usual? ❞ with a gesture of his hand, one of the skeleton butler brings her a glass – fine drink for a most dignified companion to ease her grumpiness.

❝ never been much of a reader myself ❞ he replied , gesturing to his blindfold . despite her protests he continued to rustle through her belongings , his curiosity getting the better of him . what does a homunculus keep in their room ?? let alone an einzbern homunculus , someone capable of materializing the soul . ❝ you don't have much here ms. einzbern , what do you do all day ?? ❞ a moment of silence ... gasp , ❝ oh justie ... if you wanted a young man to keep you company you could have asked me to coffee~ you don't have to jump through hoops to hang out with a hot stud like me . ❞