#cinderschild

@cinderschild // Blue

"Stick close to me," Blue spoke over the thrumming of the music of the bar, hand lightly placed at the small of their back as he guided them through the throngs of people. They had been together as good friends now for ... god knows how long, actually. Though there was a secret that Blue was keeping from them that could absolutely make or break their entire relationship... a few secrets, in fact.

But he figured it was for the better to keep it this way. He had always been protective of Helia, and he knew even without being her 'guardian angel', that he'd wind up being in the same situation that he was in now.

Which was glued to their every move, waiting for something to happen or go wrong so he could beat somebody's ass.

"Do you want to get a drink first or find a table?" he asks them, voice raised in order to be heard.

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

There's a slow turn of the undead's head towards the other. Then a slow assessment of the other's presence. There's no physical indication of hostility on Connor's part. The second set of arms are behind his back, and his shoulders are lowered.

No muscles on Connor's face, but it matters not. It doesn't change the air of melancholy and oppressive air that surrounds him. It's cold, and it's heavy.

"...Yeah."

@cinderschild sent in: “Do you still remember what your childhood was like?” || things to say to immortals

"For the most part."

Sometimes those memories come upon him with little prompting, a small hint of it in present time that takes him back. A way someone spoke, a familiar scent or even the curvature and way something was written by hand.

❛[ THE DRAGONS HOARD ≻ accepting !

EXTENDED PERIODS OF REMAINING IN THE PRESENCE OF THE OTHER. Codex remained keen in senses, a tempting MORSEL THAT DREW HUNGER TO BUBBLING SURFACE // but Hermaeus Mora was not a starved animal that merely stuck waiting for a hands treat. The Golden Eye knew the best play were those of MULTIPLE GAIN-- - an uncommon, but not impossible hand had been shown. Company, and the draws of discussions and spent minutes // IT DID NOT FEAST YET 'PON MAIN COURSE, BUT STILL IT FED. Surprise was not what reared itself when Helia presented a statements shed of a question, but perhaps a embers flicker of disruption. This better suited unspoken-- - but words that existed could not be unraveled // AND IT WOULD NOT BE ITSELF IF SO. “&– - I am not limited to a singular-- - I exist here, and I exist there. There is no cost to remain for a time.” // @cinderschild

❛[ SEND 💋 TO KISS MORA ! ≻ accepting !

LOW NOISE CASCADED THROUGH THE PRINCE OF KNOWLEDGE, COMPARABLE PERHAPS TO A PURR. Kiss pressed close to one of its ENDLESS EYES, lids of said orb lifting ever slight in a reactive manner. Tentacle wrapped around Helia's middle // FLEXING MUSCLES THAT DID NOT EXIST // as if debating. Then it slid off, but curled nearby on vacant air. AWAITING. “&– - Shed your mortal shape. It is far too small compared to what could be had, and I need but one limb to overtake it.” A demand // A REQUEST // perhaps both and neither. The intent underlying it was clear. // @cinderschild

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting !

THE PRINCE OF KNOWLEDGE COULD NOT JUST WALK THE MORTAL PLANE. It was not merely the borders put in place that limited, but it mattered not-- - there was always a CARAFE READILY WAITING. The feline, still ripe in its plucking by the Great Eye, lacked any evidence that SOMETHING BEYOND THE ORIGINAL LURKED 'NEATH FUR AND MUSCLE. It did not fool the other Prince of the truth // NOR WAS THAT HERMAEUS MORA'S INTENT. Sinew that pulled and slid behind a thick coat was not of preparation to retract from contact, merely reactionary-- - just like the ear that flicked at the scratching. Much like the rumble that started at ribcages depths // NOT A FIRST, NOR SPECIFIC TO THIS FORM. Helia had retracted them before. “&– - I seek, as is my nature.” Direct, unspecific. Relenting no further on what, and if it had already found. “&– - I do not become lonely, for I am constant and I am present. A manner far more physical does not diminish this fact... merely an additional layer.” // @cinderschild

@cinderschild asked:

“Are you a warrior or a wizard?”

❛[ MONSTER SENTENCE STARTERS ≻ accepting !

ENSNARED, ENWRAPPED-- - ITS FORM MAY HAVE SHIFTED, BUT ACTIONS REMAINED SIMILAR. Tentacles lazily slithered over Helia's body, expressive curls and flicks in response to attention given. Claws occasional CLICK or BRUSH as the dragons maw collects soft-flesh between carapace momentarily, the physicality of knowledge held but not taken from // AT LEAST NOT BY OPENED RIVETS OR TORN BITS. Reward comes in the form of the depths clicks and rumbles sending vibrations through that which was neither liquid nor solid, all the way to the teeth and the bud the sprout from. Appeased, pleased; only they were gifted the sight of Hermaeus Mora's form lay lax beneath, only they knew what to do with such a individualized rarity.

AND YET THE OTHER PRINCE DIVERTS, A SHIFT IN THE TIDE INPERCEIVABLE. The Scryer had understood // NOT ACCEPTED, NEVER ACCEPTED // the fact that a deeper void of fates blindness closed around it-- - only in relationship to Helia. Before it still stretched INFINITE KNOWING, but when it peered upon what strings had once been available tangling from the other there was emptiness, absence. The closer gotten, the more it could not see. An aspect of GREAT IRE for the All Seer, but there were benefits reaped-- - new was frequent, new FED. And the knotwork they had become, satisfied greatly. Greater then any physical object of its hoard, it GAINED AND GAINED AND GAINED. And yet once more did it gain, new, with a statement spilt in a low growl placed against its mass.

BUT THE GREAT TIDE KING WAS NOT INCAPABLE OF THE FACETS OF SURPRISE. Where already numerous eyes had been baring witness to its mate, more amongst the endless shifted gaze to they who had made such claim. Silence befalls temporarily // SAVE FOR THE NATURAL ATMOSPHERE EBBS AND FLOWS. “&– - You seek that which has not been done, has not proceeded this.” Words a blanket, expansive and indirect // BUT ALSO OF EXACT DIRECTNESS. In the manner of creation through Princes, such was undone between those of equal ground. Always a lesser, always something below. Then there was the Prince of Knowledge itself-- - separate from kin who had spawn, but amongst if one chose to be generous with the perspective. Eyes dropped from the whole, grown and becoming new // INDIVIDUAL. Still, never having done in the manner of another.