#armazeilor

@armazeilor​

Millenia pass and the world exists as grey - a multitude of shades, from dark enough to seem black all the way to the almost white of her hair, sure, but still just grey. To the point where she doubts she even has a soulmate. Maybe she had one in the beginning but she outlived them and now she’s doomed to see in monochrome for eternity. 

And then there was red. 

Copper hair in the middle of a busy marketplace drew her gaze and her lips part in a silent gasp. A few moments passed in silence, time seemed to stretch out for an eternity before she regained the ability to move her limbs, taking half a step towards him before the crowd surges, people pushing others aside to get to their destination, the lone red quickly being obscured from view. When she manages to push her way out of the crowd, she can’t see him. 

But the red lingers, speckling her clothes after she feeds, in the morning sky, in the roses being sold in marketplaces that she searches through, ever on the lookout for that copper-haired stranger. 

But she never finds him. 

The passing of seasons meant little to her usually, but every passing moment made the need to find him feel more urgent. He was mortal, she was sure and that made every second he was not near her another precious golden moment slipping away like coins through a miser’s fingers. 

And so she decided to chance the wilderness, days without blood staining her gaze crimson and then - 

Green. His eyes were green and she could have laughed with delight - the leaves of the trees, the undergrowth, colours seeping into her vision until there wasn’t a speck of grey to be found, the beauty of it all stealing the red from her eyes, the crimson fading back to pale violet as she was distracted from her hunger. 

“Yes, I see it.” She breathed, eyes wide with wonderment. “Isn’t it amazing?”

And then it all shattered. Eyes flaring crimson, a low hiss as she took a step back (she wanted to get closer, touch him just to be sure he was really there, but outrage squashes down all of those messy feelings). Posture defensive, she snaps, 

The elder Dacian gazed up, briefly eyeing the newcomer who’d approached. A small grunt left him, as he turned his gaze back to his woodwork, yet at the same time remained attentive and listened carefully for the other. 

   mind still curses waves of cold that run past them, there’s no way for her to intimidate him when shivering down like that! argh! the disrespect...! she’s a being of scales & flames, how utterly insulting...! a hiss is all she musters when shoulder is touched, no fog or mist coming from plump lips — her blood runs cold and herself probably much colder.

      “ j-just because you’re i-in your element doesn’t give you the right to... to — A-ACHOO! ” phrase threatening but soft sound of sneeze that comes afterward breaks, again, her intimidation.

There’s concentration in his eye this once, the blues and whites of artificial glow painting the boy a shade too pale, a shade too ghastly before a switch of scenery changes all colour. It’s a tad too bright, this screen what with the dark about them as they would sit all quiet, focused, each with their gaze glued still to something different.

And yet somehow he feels it. It prickles as if at the edges of his vision, a stare; and he would turn his eye then just the slightest, would find a gaze all soft and mesmerized with thoughts gone somewhere to him unknown. A couple beats and Horia finds she hasn’t noticed yet, turns fully now to look at her leaving their film ignored.

‘You shouldn’t go. I knew you, I knew you once before; you left then as you will now and I cannot do it, not this lifetime.’ Faintly resounding lines he hardly paid any mind to.

‘Annalise. Annalise, I love you.’

And at that point does his facade break, a smile cracks youthful along freckled face as Horia tilts his head admiring her, he’d been gone long enough to miss Vivian no less than he would miss a sister.

“Not the greatest movie, huh?” A comment on her apparent disinterest, perhaps his way of saying he had noticed, of saying he had seen her staring and didn’t mind her staring further. “You all right, Viv?” as he leans his head back on the sofa, sleepy-eyed holding her gaze.

     Watching sappy romcoms was not Vivian’s idea of a good time; if anything, she abhorred them - still, she couldn’t bring herself to say ‘no’ when Horia first brought up watching a movie together. What’s more, concentrating might as well have been impossible, each time she remembers this was his living room and Judith was nowhere to be seen, leaving just the two of them, alone in some unforeseen timeline where her sexual tension lingered all too prominently.

    Even now, Vivian couldn’t ignore how Horia appeared handsomer than usual, to such an extent her gaze never settles long onto the screen. Again and again, her gaze returns back to his  LIPS  while she fiddles with the small blue butterfly along his birthday gift, the silver bracelet snugly encircled around her wrist.

     In the end, Vivian couldn’t help wondering... was it too greedy of her to hope for yet another kiss? Despite sitting on the farther end of the couch across from him, her entire being radiates longing, starting at the top of her head to the tips of her fingers and right down to the bottom of her toes. Truth be told, she simply wanted him to touch her, yet couldn’t begin to express this desire, upon managing to fear the worse. What if it made Horia uncomfortable, knowing she craved him this way?

    Once she hears his voice breaking through the background noise, however, Vivian grew quick to turn away with a bright rosy tint illuminating her cheeks. 

    “ I-I’m fine! ” she stammers out, hoping to dear god he hadn’t heard her voice cracking at the end. “ I, uh... I just thought I spied a cockroach on your face? ” Naturally, it was a lie, yet at the same time, she’ll  CLENCH  her hand into a fist and direct an awkward cough into it. “ It could have been just my imagination, though. My eyes, the windows to my soul, are known for being unreliable, after all... especially in the dark. Er, let’s see... what were we talking about, Hori-kins? I wasn’t paying much attention, if we’re being honest here. ”

【 👓 ;; Livi’s special review corner 】

MEME: Send me a ☆☆☆ and I will tell you… / Selectively Accepting aka I reserve the right to delete any I don’t feel like doing !!

How I rate your blog:

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( ngl, yours serves as proof you don’t even need icons or fancy graphics to be a good blog! )

How I rate your URL:

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( god, maybe it’s my autistic brain being weird, but i really cant get used to ‘armazeilor’ yet, considering how familiar your original url, ‘gebeleixis’, was. of course, that might change over time, but right now, the change isn’t something i really prefer. i also need to update your url in the unofficial relationships page i made yet haven’t publically linked yet, otl. )

How I rate your blog theme:

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( it’s simple yet effective, but captures the overall feel of horia, i think! also, i’m biased af when it comes to a blue background and an easily navigatable container box that doesn’t strain your eyes, let’s be real. )

How you play your muse:

Don’t know your muse | Not my cup of tea | meh | OK | good | wow | EXCELLENT | I would like to keep you forever.

( i know i said it before, but i’ll say it again - HORIA IS SUCH A GOD DAMN GOOD CHARACTER. i love that you made him both flawed and likable... but while still controversial, it’s hard to exactly hate him, because he also has his good sides that conflicts the viewpoint that he’s a necessarily bad person.

also, if it wasn’t already clear enough to you, i love how playful he is and how you incorporate such descriptive action to accompany your dialogue. it’s actually something i feel might be a bit lacking in my writing, because i know i tend to focus more on internal monologue and dialogue than vivian’s body language.  )

Thoughts/opinion on the mun:

( oh, luna! luna, luna, luna... tbh, i remember there was a point in time where we used to chat all the time, but due to differing timezones, we always sent out at least one message per day. granted, it’s something that now kinda ceases to a halt, but from what i remembered, you were a really friendly yet chatty person who seemed enthusiastic af about our muses at the time. you just had a lot to say, which was admittedly hard to keep up with occasionally, but regardless, i still enjoyed talking to you a lot! )

How much I ship our muses:

Are you out of your mind?! | NO | prefer not to | I need some convincing | MAYBE | let’s do our best for chemistry | what a good idea | YES | I’ve been hoping for this! | oh gods yes | LETS MAKE A NEW OTP | shipping hell!!

( /sweats ...ngl, i actually started shipping it a while into discussing our muses and various plots for them. then again, that kinda only applies to the modern verse, because horia as a wizard might spark... difficulties. tbh, i’d have no idea if they would actually work well together, but horia x vivian sounds so cute to me as a ship. )

How attractive my muse finds yours:

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Platonic attraction:

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Sexual attraction:

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A situation or starter sentence for our muses:

( man, tbh... i feel like you’re way better than me at coming up with these, cause rn, i’m drawing a blank here. if nothing else, i blame the fact i’m so terribly bad at plotting, ahhhh. )

A scene I would want to write with you:

Meeting | Cooking | Kiss | Fight | Bed-share | Shopping | World domination | Solve crimes | Stranded | Distant friends | None of these but PM ME |

If we would write, my mood is:

fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | hurt / comfort | action | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | 

pre-est. relationship . accepting . @armazeilor​

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

for every  ‘ ?? ‘   i receive, i’ll share one random fact about myself, the mun!