#fortuniis

EVER SINCE THE ADVENT OF FOMO, the more ambitious of people tried to seek their fifteen minutes of fame, which in hindsight, was ample opportunity for morons to capitalize on the opportunity to ELEVATE their own trust value. everyone wanted to be the next e-soul, the next dj shindig, anything to make a name for themselves. to be remembered.

hastily shoving a plain black hoodie over his suit &. a facemask, █████ shoved his briefcase underneath a table, ducking out of side &. avoiding the panicking crowd. beyond the fingerprint-smeared glass windows, two individuals are loudly heckling each other, attempting to goad the other into action before crashing together in a brutal show of fists.

from the sparks of light &. shrill screams, it was clear that this was nothing more than a spectacle - one that could prove to be deadly. pushing his way out of the diner, past the few straggling gawkers with their phones out, █████ crouches behind an advertisement, peering around with a note of disapproval.

true to his predictions, one of the combatants gets knocked against a wall with such violence that they get knocked out, leaving behind this menace unopposed.

stepping from the shadows, emboldened by a power that he can't yet put his name to, he stands before this hulking man - already pounding his fist &. jeering.

❝ lookin' t'get yer just desserts, eh??? think all you pretty boys can get away wit doing what you want? ❞

as █████ raises his hand, palm outstretched, he focuses on the feeling that he had when peering at himself in the mirror before a kaleidoscope of colours erupted around his head. maybe ... just maybe...

of course, that same exhilaration does not come, failing him when needed most. with frustration, █████ stares at his hands, shaking them frantically like he would jar his powers awake because he knows he had them.

"  i'm  doin'  nothin'  of  the  sort.  "   the  ghodrey  comes  out  even  stronger  in  his  voice  when  he's  around  utowin;  in  a  way  that  olruggio  isn't  always  sure  is  good.  not  that  he  blames  the  other  witch,  for  that  at  least.  but  there  was  a  reason  he  avoided  going  back  to  the  place  that  had  been  his  home.  it  had  more  to  do  with  everyone  else  back  there,  not  the  only  other  kid  his  age  that  seemed  to  have  made  it  out.

glancing  over  at  the  knight  of  moralis,  he  sighed  before  reaching  for  another  glass  of  wine  from  a  passing  waiter.  qifrey  could  scold  him  later,  he  wasn't  going  to  make  it  through  this  party  without  a  drink  or  three.   "  the  host  is  a  patron  of  mine,  that's  all.  gotta  show  my  face,  or  i  might  lose  his  business.  "   and  that  was  a  headache  that  he  didn't  want  to  deal  with.

When you stood on the verge long enough, you started to enjoy the view.

Alonso didn't know how his guard had been let down so easily, why the appearance of one man had shattered that reserve and skepticism that had kept him alive when everyone else was gone. The hunter reflected on that fact when the muted crackle of the campfire drew him from his sleepy doze, distantly aware of the former Navigator whose side he'd curled into, wishing he had enough pride to not reduce himself to this level of need. He'd gotten used to the scent of Isee's robes, the distant odor of space dust and the aether clinging to the sturdy fabric. What hobbled him the most was the warmth of another person, the steady rise and fall of respiration, the faint sound of a heartbeat he drank in greedily. 

He thought he would’ve gotten used to it. Alonso thought that, with time, he would’ve weaned himself from the human need for company. That maybe, like the people who had been gruesomely transfigured into beasts or damned to death, he would evolve in some way, too. And yet, here he was, curled into the side of the masked man who just… let him. Who was stoic and statuesque, glancing down at him, simply allowing it. Alonso didn’t imagine what Isee might have been thinking, because he was another person to Alonso. Like a scavenger, he feasted on the scraps that he could, irrespective of the opinions of the person he fed upon. Hungry for humanity, for companionship, slaking his hunger as much as he could until Isee broke the illusion and reminded him that he was a person, too. 

Feeling Isee shift, Alonso’s breath hitched and he anticipated scuttling away once the spell was broken. Instead, Isee’s arm around his shoulder tightened and arrested him in place, Alonso stilling like a wolf with its paw stuck in a bear trap. Waiting for the iron teeth to puncture bone, he winced upon anticipating rejection, but was spellbound instead. 

Isee moved his mask to the side, amethyst eyes obscured slightly by flaxen bangs, Alonso stunned as his mouth fell slack. Isee angled his fine profile acutely, capturing the hunter’s lips before he could truly process what was happening. Warmth, moisture, tangibility where it hadn’t existed before. Alonso’s body shuddered and became boneless, sighing hotly into the kiss as he craned longingly for it, oozy with want. 

I am a person like you, the kiss said. I am a person, and you will not deny what I am. 

Alonso sighed when they withdrew, gaze hazy and mouth slightly parted, panting. Isee’s violet gaze was sharp and studious, hooding knowingly. 

"akivili, akivili!" aha's voice already ripe with amusement. "oh, my dearest akivili! it has been so long since you've played catch up!" then a thoughtful pause. the taller, humanoid figure hides their face behind a mask yet their expression almost seems to burn through, shifting the artistic flair at will. the tip of their finger hits where their chin would be, contemplating. "perhaps you don't really like that game... ah, but you'd at least like to tell aha what fun you had on your last excursion, yes?"

The distinctive thrum of Aeonic energy makes Them cognizant to Aha's appearance seconds before Akivili can even lay golden, starry eyes upon Their figure. Whispers of Elation brush against the Trailblaze. A laugh escapes, unbidden. Yet another long overdue reunion with the cosmic being They're most familiar. Reignited fondness fills Them with gentle warmth.

Gripping the brim of Their cap, head slightly bows in greeting. ❝Only because it's one I've never been particularly skilled at.❞ Akivili grins, albeit sheepishly. Fully understanding just how fleeting Their presence tends to be in the lives of most others. Eternally drawn starward as They are; laying down the silver rails and charting courses to planets unknown. ❝Hopefully The Laughter can find it within Themself to forgive my perpetually extensive absences? Regaling you with tales of adventure, escapades, and camaraderie is the least I can do. There's certainly no shortage of them to tell.❞ A brief pause as They idly tap Their cheek, reflecting on all recently transpired events. ❝Hm, but where to begin...❞

They shift, meaning to uncross Their legs and lean forward in Their current sitting position, but abruptly fall still instead. Within a fraction of a second, pain flickers across Akivili's shadowy features and is concealed just as swiftly. Quietly, They exhale, before continuing without any acknowledgement of what had prompted such a reaction.

​` 𖥔 ݁₊ 𐔌 . ⋮ while    the    hero    had    a    tendency    to    disagree    with    her    words    to    a    fault,    perhaps    miss    juan    finally    had    a    valid    point    —    his    type    was    far    too    bland,    painfully    so.    anyone    could    get    a    bingo,    a    match    so    effortless    it    bordered    on    laughable.    certainly    that    was    it,    for    looking    at    the    nameless    hero's    grin,    nice    refused    to    admit    that    he    had    any    aspects    that    perfection    might    dare    find    attractive.    ❛❛    .    .    .    you    ought    to    show    some    respect,    considering    i'm    your    senior    hero    ❜❜

𓇻 ───

"Oh?" The esteemed playwright doing something that's seems so...strange. Despite that, he doesn't pull away and allows the man do continue his nibbling with an amused tilt of his head. Mismatched eyes study him, locking gazes with him and going to push his arm harder against the Playwright's mouth.

A quiet dare to continue but with consequences.

sometimes he is lost in thoughts when the golden flower thinks about everything that lead up to this point . he keeps his closed eyes directioned to the vast open sky, his jacket still holding in the wind as he held it on his shoulder as always. ❝ hm ? oh ! no, i am pine ! ❞ he smiles softly as he tilts his head over to yellow . ❝ thinking of showing aqua how to properly use a knife this time around ! last time i caught her she thought she could run around it . ❞

it only lead to him to catch her, explaining gently about running with a knife is no good. of course aqua being the little dear that she is, giving a nod - before asking him if he could teach her how to properly use it . a promise to her that he would keep when he had a moment to show her. ❝ you should have seen her face, yellow. she just blossomed with joy! ❞ he exclaims, though , that wasn 't what really he was thinking about . yellow is smart, he knows that yellow can read him quite well. just shows you how well someone with justice can read anyone like an open book .

❝ . . . its asgore. i keep thinking of different ways to really make him smile . ❞ its a bit of a strain smile after that. a lot of stuff had happened to the king. too much of everything. flowery had been through it all, what more can he do when you are only a flower at that time? being a flower man, it is a bit more harder for him to truly be that of a human . . . someone to be able to understand how to comfort someone , or better yet make them smile .

he gestures to the vast sky before them both . their home . the kingdom that their king had taken care of with love for them all . that very love giving him a soul . a soul to help do what he couldn ' t before. ❝ when he thinks im not looking , he ends up dropping his smile & seems lost . coming up with different ways to make the king smile , a genie one is a lot harder then i thought , ha ha ! you wouldn ' t be-leaf the ideas i try to come up with, but nothing seems to stick. ❞ he knows they all love asgore in their own very way , but sometimes it does sting to know you can ' t really be the one to help someone feel better .