#heavenlyprinciples

"Oh, oh —— !!" The exclamation is obnoxious in its thick delight / and it's not even Aika's dramatics inspiring a fake, she truly means its. She truly is THIS EXCITED! She's across the room in a heartbeat, has taken Kujira's hands in a heartbeat in a half. The glamour hides the scars / makes her smaller / makes her perfect, half - habit ( only her killer gets to see what aika really looks like! ) half - desperation to make a good impression. "You're Tartaglia's Kujira!!"

It's funny — Aika is a selfish creature, jealous, and she knows based on how Tartaglia has spoken of her that he adores Kujira as much as he adores Aika. But the pitch is different / Aika is at no risk of abandonment in favor of this beautiful, leashed attack dog —— so she is merely happy, sincerely, to meet them.

the  voice  that  reaches  across  the  vast  entryway  of  the  raginvindr  manor  is  out  of  place  .    light  ,  &  slurred  just  enough  to  imply  it  had  long  since  passed  a  certain  someone’s  bedtime  .    it  stopped  diluc  in  his  tracks  ,  prompted  a  short  sigh  from  slightly  parted  lips  .    with  a  short  wave  of  a  gloved  hand  ,  a  maid  is  dismissed  &  he  turns  on  his  heel  to  face  the  source  .    a  small  figure  ,  a  bright  light  against  the  backdrop  of  the  dimly  lit  manor  ,  stepping  slowly  down  the  grand  staircase  .

❝    diona  ,    ❞    firm  ,  but  kind  ,  his  tone  urges  importance  .    it’s  only  a  few  steps  to  the  bottom  of  the  stairs  where  he  meets  her  .    crouches  down  to  meet  her  line  of  sight  ,  with  one  elbow  propped  on  either  thigh  .    a  small  smile  as  an  offering  ,  sympathy  &  warmth  ,  followed  by  a  pointed  raise  of  his  eyebrows  .    he  motions  upwards  ,    ❝    weren’t  you  supposed  to  be  asleep  an  hour  ago  ?    ❞

but  he  wouldn’t  dare  fault  her  for  this  ,  taking  the  environment  in  which  she  was  raised  until  now  into  account  .    sparing  a  glance  to  a  nearby  grandfather  clock  ,  diluc  concludes  that  he  has  more  than  enough  time  to  spare  .    shifts  until  he’s  seated  on  a  lower  step  with  legs  outstretched  ,  &  pats  the  spot  beside  him  in  offering  ,    ❝    i’m  going  to  be  back  before  morning  .    it’s  just  a  quick  errand  i  need  to  run  .    ❞

@heavenlyprinciples​ sent:  " ever since the day i stopped, i had always been searching for the one i'd someday meet; for the you that has to leave. " / hi. dilttore? ^___^

LIMITS.  They were fated to never last.  Monsters will seldom shake off their innate instincts, the humanity that lingers banished into cruel catacombs he should have never ventured to.   It hurt the pride to be called naïve, but wasn’t this what he was ?  Pathetic to show little growth after his father ( he’s sure he’d be comforted were he to ask if he was proud, but Crepus had always been a doting figure / too kind, too driven ).   ❝  It was bound to be.  ❞  Curt, distant, voided of the affection that sometimes touched the speech.

❝  I . . .   ❞  The throat feels clogged with panic and raw emotion, is this anger ?  Righteous and biting, as it should be - should always been with him ( there’s grief in the linings of everything he harbors nowadays.  it’s sad to admit he hasn’t left unscathed ).

❝  You should be glad I’m not killing you.   ❞  But he would someday, as he should have from the very beginning of it all ( or perhaps he’d die trying in his arms, wouldn’t that be the most comical of ends ? / would it look at him with great grief despite his own vicious attempts at his life ? ).  Empathy was a rotten vice, rarely the virtue everyone calls for it to be ( but such is a lie, and he’d rather be full of sentiment than the void that he could be / than the void in front of his eyes ).

“I’m sorry.  I don’t think I remember how to dance.”  At the beginning she’d been tactile / at least with those she was comfortable / always with a hand around Amber’s waist or leaning into Lisa’s side — and never more than with Venti (  hands around waist or looped around his back or around her shoulders  ).  She’d danced, too, through the street when she was happy, and whether there was music or not.  A strange girl, only ever half - here, half in some dream, but ————

❛  should you be so far away from town?  ❜ the better question; should he be meddling in the affairs of strangers, even if they were children? the answer was easy / too easy to obtain / he kneels before her carefully, aware enough to know children require a sense of quiet benevolence. ❛  the area is dangerous — are you here with someone?  ❜ surely nobody would allow a kid to travel so far on their own.