#isiliden

                He watched it all, amused, smile tugging on face colored in shades of shadow, and it took a step for him to jump from ledge to doorway, to watch realization dawn on bare face - a face they wrongly assumed to resemble his. “ The bigger the resistance, the bigger the collapse. ” He appeared before her, hands pressed together before him, eyes dark and brows lifted.

                “ Goad you? ” he crooned, nearing - appearing perched on the desk a moment later, legs crossed at the ankle as he leaned against the wood. “ But, my dear Orion, ” he said, wagging a finger at her, “ There is meaning to madness. Here you are - rising above the people who’s hands tried to tear you down, but what you do with all of this might... ” Leaning over her left shoulder, now, he cast a glance out of the window. 

                “ This is an age of change, High Overseer - an age of choice. Where will your decisions lead, I wonder. You can say you want no part of it, but - will the world let you? ”

It’s riotous : this scene / his magic / the thoughts racing through his head one after another after another : always and forever and eternally. Yet his thoughts center around wonderment and pure curiosity and he’s never been good with denying himself.

❝ I’ve studied necromancy extensively, ❞ an objective truth,  for all intents and purposes : he dedicated a great deal of his young adulthood studying and mastering Imperial necromancy, and furthermore extending his studies into NEVARRAN and other known schools thereof. ❝ I have not, however, ever seen the school of necromancy that you employ. ❞

“ most  often  i  stay  level  headed  -  as  they  say  i'm  ‘on  the  ball.’ ”   a  smile  angles  her  dark - painted  lips  as  alia  shrugs  one  shoulder  delicately.  it’s  the  truth.  alia  is,  at  least  publicly,  sure  to  keep  herself  poised  and  as  perfect  as  she  possibly  can.  the  moments  that  are  otherwise  (  tangled  hair  and  breath  caught  deep  in  her  throat  )  are  kept  quiet  and  private,  shown  only  to  herself  and  the  still  air.  though  -  if  anyone  had  somehow  noticed  cracks  in  the  facade,  it  would  not  surprise  alia  if  it  were  not  the  warden  standing  before  her.

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“Noctis keeps having nightmares, I am unsure if they are dreams or prophecies.”

Khaliya’s stare might well as be a thousand yards; the tapetum lucidum leaving them to look like little more than pooled golden mirrors. It takes a second for them to find Orion, and for the tense set of her ears to lax before she approaches. She clambers onto the counter beside Orion, and scoops a bite of the food to try with two fingers.