#exousiate

while the brim of her large hat provided enough protection from the sun, it also blocked half her view when looking down to make sure she didn't trip. so by the time olga looks up to see what got him to pause, she almost stumbles back. why? because he's staring. for how long? she has no idea, given her gaze was on the ground looking for shells.

his name is spoken once, twice, and then a third time with no response so she opts to waving a gloved hand gently in front of his face. "Did you end up frozen in place or something? " she laughs softly, teeth peeking from behind her lips. " Blink twice if you need me to save you."

eyebrows furrow in deep thought, gaze focusing on the other. " She called herself Paimon. Have you ran into her before?"

Of course, burrowing in the back of her mind was the undisputable fact that sat at the core of this entire fiasco. He knew. All this time, he had known and never once said anything. Mashu wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, he couldn’t have possibly known this would be the outcome of the warning he had imparted them, but... that didn’t change the fact everything had been irreversibly altered.

“ Ho-ly crap is she so beautiful. Four dresses in one night? God, honey. You’re so smart. So so pretty! I can’t believe this woman’s my wife. Isn’t that insane??? It’s so wild!!! I can’t believe she chose my ass outta everyone else she could’ve gotten. Holy fuck this is better than any high I’ve ever been on. ”

Clearly someone’s had a little too much to drink. But that’s alright. It’s his and his beloved’s big day. And these two are going to do absolutely everything in their power to celebrate. Even if it means dragging in any unsuspecting partygoer into their conversation.

            He’d set off with great purpose, determined to find a discernible path and help whoever may be lost along the way. His hope was that once he knew what pathways led to safety and what didn’t, it would make it all the more fruitful to go out into the mist intentionally— because so long as there were still people floundering out here like he had been, his task wasn’t finished. It’s a little disconcerting, though, that his encounters with other people have been kind of sparse. It made time feel even more like a liquid than it did back home, wherever this was compared to ‘home’. What felt like hours was probably only a few minutes... So when he sees a flash of movement, he’s hopeful— until he gets close enough to see that flash of color take shape. 

            Maybe he shouldn’t have been stopped dead in his tracks, considering da Vinci had been waiting for him in the mists. But somehow even that possibility, as impossible as it was, felt more possible than this. 

            Dr. Roman was staring back at him. 

            Was this another illusion... ?  Or was this one of the encounters Ritsuka had warned him about ?  She wouldn’t fail to mention something as earth-shattering as this, right ?  He should say something. What could he say ?  His heart’s pounding so hard that it’s roaring in his ears, only adding to his palpable confusion. If this wasn’t an illusion, and he has a suspicion it isn’t, he should be elated... But for some reason, all he can feel is dread. He should ignore this; Dr. Roman would’ve said something by now. He can’t ignore this. 

       ❛   Dr. Roman... ?   ❜   It’s been so long since he dared to even think his name fully to himself that it feels odd fumbling off his tongue. He shouldn’t, but he has to get closer— this mist is so thick, he can barely make out his expression from here. But even at this distance, something about him seems... … Wrong. 

would you rather i throw you into a certain avenger--

exousiate said: no you're right i have eyes and i agree

  i’d have been disappointed in you if you didn’t i’ve heard your words

sanctummilitis said: would you prefer i @ you about more recent events

“It’s strange to see you become an infrequent visitor, only to come back so suddenly.” If he looks just so, turn his head a little here, he can almost make out something across Goetia’s face. “Which is almost as strange as the look on your face. Did something nice happen?” Does the word nice even exist in his vocabulary? 

Go back and you’ll find Solomon.

But now you needn’t look hard, for here is Solomon in all his ( empty ) glory. Seated oh so comfortably, a look of bland interest across his face. His mouth tip upwards to a smile, albeit hollow in some strange way. 

“That’s quite the change in appearance.

“Human Order Correct Ritual.”