#cureburden

september 16th, M.E 755 — disc of cauthess , duscae

we encountered titan today. all that climbing, running, and fighting left me exhausted. not to mention just how hot it is down there. no one figured to warn me about that. i thought my eyebrows were going singe right off before we got out. there was also the matter of that strange man from before ... he was weird but i didn't think he'd be part of the empire. though something about him feels offputtingly familiar. not like i've been around the niflhiem occupation in years ...

luckily, i managed to find an interesting little plant down in the disc. the fact that it grows in such a climate is a real testement to it's resilences. unfortunately i was only able to get this sample before i was being rudely ushered on. it doesn't seem to have any use to it but i just thought the petals were very beautiful.

[dried out, pressed, and taped to the page is a single sprig of the flower. it's petals faded and leaves arranged neatly by it. crude taxonomy notes crammed into the spaces left over on the page]

okay i think i've written enough boring stuff to run off any would-be snoops ... titan wasn't the most interesting exciting part of today. during the chaos at the disc i managed to fall (real impressive.) and i was sure that would be the end. someone caught me though. and not just anyone ... well, it could be anyone i guess. but the fact of that matter is that it was someone. that i didn't know. i'm writing in circles ... it felt like i was saved by some sort of guardian angel! or a knight in shining armor.

     there’s a temptation to be needlessly cruel, to say no, i wouldn’t save you. but both he and that demon within him knew it would not be true; he has a thing for taking in and caring for strays, even someone like her. especially someone like her. she needs me. 

cureburden asked: hibisus, rose, violet.. hi...

oh boy.

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

misha would say he doesn’t particularly care about those things, since he doesn’t gain anything from it monetarily or in any of his business ventures; basically, he would want to say the latter. after getting closer to--and eventually marrying--faizah, he starts to appreciate certain things in his life enough to want to preserve and care for. faizah is the one who taught him that.

    “ ah, die prinzessin mit roten haaren. why bother talking to me? i could lock you up in a tower for all you know. ” one would think he would hate the fairy tale jokes, but she really does look like a princess. he doubts their wealth compares, because of course he does.

    “ don’t tell me you’re one of those types that see the good in everyone. they always cause problems for me.”

❛  well,  i  guess  this  is  good  practice   …  ❜   for  what,  beyond  the  given  of   basic  technical   understanding,  she  doesn't  emphasize.  all  she   does  is  maintain  the  stiff,  painted  hands  expected  of  her.    ❛ i'm  totally  honored   to  be  your   practice  dummy  and  all,  but  you're  gonna  clean  this  up,  right ?  …  you  know   how,  right  ?  ❜

“see, i figured you’d understand!” tooru looks at her with stars in his eyes, the small brush previously dipped in nail polish still in his hands and, simultaneously, in contact with marce’s fingers- just about an inch lower from where her nails are, actually. his enthusiasm is unmatched, and in particular not by his level of skill. he continues speaking, painting as he goes. well. he’s gesticulating as he goes, which isn’t quite the same as intentional nail painting, but hey, if the paint gets there, it gets there.

“i was thinking, when i get a girlfriend in the future, matching nails would be cute, so i thought to myself, ‘what better time than now to start practicing?’ and then you appeared, like a shining knight in armor,” he pauses, head tilted like something is wrong. it might be the fact that the brush is running out of polish, only about half of it having gotten onto the canvas that was supposed to be marce’s nails. “no, that’s not it... ah, a knight in shining armor!” or not.