#brother-eilam

@brother-eilam ((meh I couldn’t answer the ask so here goes))

“Brother...” Nihil’s previously serious expression broke into a smile as he broke his concentration. He watched the younger man enter the room and walk around him, setting his quill down gently upon his desk before removing his mitre.

“No...no, I am just finishing up my letters...” He hummed softly, kissing the top of Eilam’s head before nuzzling his soft locks. 

Has it been three hours? Four? Maybe even longer. He couldn’t remember how long he already was pacing around, trying to distract himself from what he was feeling. The guilt of emotions was gnawing at him, at his mind. Lately he just hadn’t been the same. His feelings were all over the place which is very unusual for him. Was it hate? Love? Or just jealousy? He had no idea. All he knew was that  he had to do something. Let someone feel the pain for this mess.

Hence why he now was in the librarians room. Sweet, Sweet Eilam. The Brother he liked the most had no idea how much his behaviour hurt him. Never had he thought he was gonna be this angry at a human again, never had he thought he wanted to hurt one bad again. But here he was, in the middle of the room, looking at all the paintings and sketchbooks Eilam had made and filled. He surely loves what he does, Dew thought, holding a relatively new book, looking through the pages. Aether, Aether, Mercury, Nora, Aether again, Mary and at the end a sketch of him. “Stupid idiot,” he mumbled, ripping out the pages, one after one. 

The Fire Ghoul had never been all to great with emotions but lately his anger was building up, eating away at him and his common sense. The only outlet he has is playing guitar but even that isn’t enough for him anymore. The urge to destroy had been growing stronger every day and now he just wanted to see everyone burn. People he was close with just as much as everyone else. And this right now? Seemed like the perfect start to him.

@brother-eilam

Nora had been looking for a very specific present for her friend for a while. She did’t mean to take this long with it but she just couldn’t find anything that felt just right to her. After what felt like an eternity searching, she finally just commissioned someone to make exactly what she had in mind by hand.

The small black box had come in a couple days ago, but she had to build up the courage to go see Eilam. It wasn’t anything crazy, she kept reminding herself over and over again, but it didn’t really seemed to help. So there she was, outside of the Brother’s door, trying to figure out how she was going to do this. The woman took in a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door.

“Eilam? I umm, I have something for you” she walked in and closed the door silently behind herself. her back was against the door as she looked down at the package in her hands. She tilted her head some, trying to make sure everything was still how it needed to be. Everything was fine, she had made it past the hardest part.

Closed Starter @brother-eilam

The tall Ghoulette had grown quite bored. Sure she could be practicing, but she had already spent the majority of her day studying works to further her knowledge of the great Piano and all similar instruments. She was tired of it and her weekly magazine that she has somehow managed to get a subscription to. Aether was right, they were fun to read. Humans were strange creatures, the male side of their species even more so. From what she saw they were all so entranced with the idea of domination, but none of them seemed anywhere near capable of the real thing.

Her mind wondered, thinking to the first hand experiences had with the interesting beings. A few no names that left her annoyed and disappointed, they tried so hard to ‘out her in her place’ she scoffed at the idea. They really needed some sweet little Water or Earth Ghoulette for that, not an Air Ghoulette and certainly not one from the tribe that she was raised in.

Karen flipped her magazine closed, tossing it to the other side of the couch as she flopped her head back and stared at the ceiling. She could use a little sibling to take out her boredom with, there were so many options. Who hadn’t she played with recently? “ah yes” she purred lowly before stretching and standing. A large smirk covered her lips as she set out to find the young Brother. Karen hoped he was doing something interesting, otherwise this would all be for nothing.

She stopped by the Library, peeking her head in so she still when unnoticed, that Sister was in there, she could smell her but no little artist. The Ghoulette pulled back and quickly walked away from the Library. He didn’t hide in too many places, she would just check his room. As she made her way through the halls a few of the lower level Clergy members watched her carefully, some knowing what she was capable others seeming to yearn to find out. She had no time for them, and she likely would never.

♧ : Your muse playing with their hair : nonsexual acts of intimacy

Nihil wasn’t often one for touching others; usually shying away from contact and keeping his hands to himself, rarely doing much more than patting his friends on the shoulder or linking arms with the Sisters of sin that often guided him to and from his rituals.

As he realised that the younger brother before him was shaking with nerves he gently placed an aged hand upon his shoulder, gently running his other through his hair.

“Please, Brother. Do not be afraid to disclose with me what’s troubling you. Your secret is safe with me.”

The tall anti-pope chuckled warmly, attempting to not appear as intimidating as he knew he tended to naturally look. It was difficult not terrifying his peers at over 6′3″ with such a poor reputation among some members of the clergy as being a vicious demon. Of course such a thing had to be a rumour, right?

Eilam slept within an unfamiliar bed within an unfamiliar room, awaking to the soft, low rumble of a snore belonging to the Grand Papa of the church he lived in and worked for.