#literanis

They haven't really talked since ... well ... their situation was complicated. There was a time where the dusk god and the dawn god were reborn as new entities, and the young dusk god felt nothing but deep admiration for the new dawn god. Not that he'd ever admit to that- he'd rather go through the agonizing experience of Chaos rotting his flesh than ever admit to something soft.

Still, Lucilius asks, and there's a part of him that can't keep quiet, much as he wished to.

Hesperus never stopped adoring Lucilius, even if Beelzebub wanted his head on a pike.

❝ Weren't you there for that? We were awake at the same time, shaped for the same purpose as our predecessors. Or were you already too caught up in your research? ❞

❝ You were curious from the start. I was curious in my own way, but I sought different things. We were made to compliment each other. ❞

Hello, Hesperus.

Shalem's voice is soft and gentle. She looks at him like he's something precious to be protected. She looks at him like he's this perfect work of art, and it's because he is. He is too naive and inexperienced to understand that perfection is a limit.

Welcome to existence. You are awake now, and there is much to experience in the vast skies. I think there is much that you will learn to love. You are made in my image, to take on my role. You are a catalyst, divine portent, and you are perfect. Even so, my wish for you is that you will become even more.

❝ My creator wished for me to grow and change. While she spoke of perfection, in the same breath she urged me to find more. I looked for ... inspiration in that change. I lacked understanding in what it meant to need growth. It seemed that altering my form was not enough. ❞

Lucilius was beautiful clad in white and gold. Hesperus made note of a strange contrast between that and the rather evident flaws in the other being. Lucilius' flaws seemed to be a source of growth in their own ways. Those flaws drove him to understand more. To strive for more. Lucilius seemed ... discontent with the way things were. Lucilius shaped new entities. Hesperus wished that the young dawn would simply turn around and look at him and maybe find all the answers he needed.

❝ Your purity was dazzling. I was left in awe of it and had little understanding of why. There was nothing that you had that I did not possess, but you continued to strive for more. I realized then that there was something. I did not possess flaws. I was golden and perfect and it was tragic. Even the smallest insect had the potential for growth, where I had nothing more to strive for. ❞

Look at me, Hesperus wished to scream as he writhed in pain. Look at me and know what I have done. I did it for you, because we were supposed to complete each other.

Lucilius watched with a cold, clinical stare. He did not praise the dusk god for his efforts. He took notes of the iron wings. Hesperus felt rage, found that he could no longer look Lucilius in the eyes.

Instead, he considered taking one of those blades and driving it into the soft, pale flesh of Lucilius' throat. Then, he'd watch the other lay there and choke. He'd resist offering a hand to help.

— from acheron!

Oftentimes being within her presence feels like being upon that silver lining to the abyss. A realm that's refractive, reflective, how it holds such a delicate but fearsome border to the All's End that awaits in the bowels of IX. In that same vein, the undeniable warmth finds itself a paradox to reach through the sensation of touch. It leaves him bitterly aware of the battle she endures through the use of undeniable, powerful color. As such, he's come to indulge in the secretive tomes of Acheron's language.

To allow any inkling of Remembrance towards the Erudite's stride would be pure folly. That much as learned through the err of harmless questioning, of stumbling steps as her eyes shows knowing despite the regular repository for memory holding a fleeting touch. Initially, to the Trailblazing soul who found himself settled in the Mother Path of Harmony, it left him grating his forehead with stubborn persistence against a boundless field of static.

Amidst a field briefly kissed by the tears of the sky, an earthy, natural scent from the planes that hadn't been touched by the more violent convergence of Paths found itself a spectacle set before them. Once again, it'd be inscribed beautifully in that language that only peeks with scarlet color, and in this case, the brazen hand that reaches for the ferryman towards that hidden, primordial light. He could never quite get enough the security that Acheron Mei brings once they loosen the 'normal' fetters.

Caelus allowed a rushing tide of Trailblaze to mingle with Elation, to allow the gallant rush of gold to dance with her light. It'd be signified in their held hands, a horizon holding the promise of bounty and discovery ahead of them. In this case, the silence set between them is perfectly fine. His heart beats with a pleased rhythm as he briefly turns towards her violet hair, watching as it brushed tenderly by the winds of this world.

Just glancing towards her, enveloping her within the comfort of his gaze, a touch of humanity that refuses to ever let go made him feel the pressure of a squeeze returned. It led the hand of the Nameless to better set them together, to allow their fingers to thread in the ways of a private pact. The peace hard earned through their roads enriched with thorn and bramble tastes only that much sweeter. Right now, they're both here, and he intends to selfishly indulge in where her selfless pilgrimage normally denies. For now, the Sin Thristers would have to endure just a bit more for their champion.

Caelus wants to soak up some of her time in kind.

— from evanescia!

Somehow they find themselves in an idyllic end of some fantasy. Hosted upon a building's rooftop, the kiss of one of countless suns shining above and that casts a blanket of light and warmth to surround them. There's a lot to bask within the Arcadia when the attentive mind doesn't find itself buried within a phone. Allowing his weight to glance upon a nearby safety gate, arms cast behind his head lead him to peer off to that horizon of temptation. So much can be discovered in that essence of boundless, and a the material land gained quite the taste of showcasing that.

It leaves him wholly open to Evanescia's balance between warning and forward note. The Nameless doesn't find himself looking that perturbed at the very idea. Consider it a taste of the lingering atmosphere of Ahatopia, but even the most fanged concerns found themselves being mentally flicked with his inner strength. "Heh. Do you really find that to be too much of a surprise?" Gallant, golden eyes would reflect her conjured visage, that lucky color of pink swimming it free flow capturing him due to a brief stir of the wind.

"..If I were to stir it in the style of your favorites. Being set as Protagonist means a fate of countless adversities, antagonists and issues clear from the get go. Yeah? Hell, even your romcom favorites would have to struggle through the burn of emotions and discovering all-a that."

Caelus' voice opens a form of reassurance that holds a difference to the apt and astute. No doubt that traveling through this land molded by revelry and enlightenment through the Elation's teachings led to him being marked with a more profound impression. "And there's no doubt in my mind, the more improvement I find then the more the other end of the curb improves in kind. ..Sheesh, it almost sounds like a curse when I put it that way. Where a landslide sweep is just not for me." He continues, propping off off the gate as he stretches his limber body.

"Ah~ Muuuch better!"

"Maybe the bigger thing here is to ask on, is just how worried you are." Caelus adds in, taking that moment to pivot from the initial direction he stepped, instead turning towards the Judge fully, intending to drink deep of those eyes that carries a frazzled sense of adoration for her favorite comic. Given the nature of current affairs, who in the hell could not be worried? The emotional thought in itself touched him.

"Ya think a bad dice roll or ten would go and keep me down for the count?"

— from nefer to lauma!

Lauma's  problem  was  that  she  always  -  both  intentionally  and  unintentionally  -  pushed  past  her  own  limits.  Her  worst  offences  were  always  after  scion  ceremony's.  They  took  up  bountifuls  of  Lauma's  power  and  energy  ,  to  which  she  usually  required  rest  immediately  afterwards  ,  but  today  instead  of  heading  to  her  own  private  chamber's  after  the  ceremony  ,  the  moonchanter  had  made  her  way  to  Nasha  town  alone  ,  to  pick  up  her  commissioned  Kuuhvaki  sensitivity  medication  from  Nefer. 

Stood  now  in  the  Curatorium  of  Secrets  while  Nefer  had  disappeared  off  into  the  back  room  to  grab  what  Lauma  had  came  for  ,  the  moonchanter  found  herself  feeling  a  sudden  wave  of  heat.  Her  heart  palpatating  and  ears  ringing  ,  Lauma  closed  her  eyes  in  an  attempt  to  regain  control  ,  but  that  only  fed  into  the  exhaustion  her  body  was  suffering  from. 

Hands  around  her  waist  were  the  next  thing  she  knew  ,  lifting  her  from  the  ground  ,  when  had  she  fallen  ?   

❝  I'll  be  okay  in  a  minute  ❞  the  moonchanter  protested  ,  but  her  legs  feeling  jelly  like  were  not  a  good  sign  and  after  a  few  struggled  steps  ,  it  was  clear  to  her  that  Nefer  was  not  going  to  allow  her  to  leave  in  this  state  ,  already  leading  Lauma  away  from  the  lobby  of  the  curatorium  ,  and  into  Nefer's  private  quarters. 

Lauma  was  unsure  on  whether  she'd  been  brought  into  a  guest  room  ,  or  Nefer's  own  bedroom  ,  but  being  sat  so  carefully  on  the  bed  ,  and  feeling  the  mattress  sink  beneath  her  only  enticed  the  moonchanter  to  want  to  lay  down. 

❝  I  should  go  home  ,  you  don't  have  to  do  this  ❞ 

But  she  was  already  being  pushed  back  ,  head  resting  against  a  pillow  that  had  been  adjusted  perfectly  to  accomodate  for  her  antlers.  Perhaps  resting  a  while  wouldn't  be  the  worst  thing.

She   was   staring,   gawking   even.   For   an   amount   of   time   that   certainly   wouldn't   have   been   deemed   appropriate   ..but   Linnea   could   hardly   help   herself.   

Beautiful   people   and   cute   critters   were   basically   the   same   thing!

"YOU'RE...   SO....PRETTY"

[  NOTE:  ]  sender  writes  a  note  for  receiver.  the  contents  are  whatever  the  sender  decides.

(maybe  it's  a  special  note  stuck  atop  a  book  cover,  specially  written  for  Focalors  as  a  rough  draft  of  a  fontainian  tale;  it's  an  invitation  to  some  tea)

—  from  Nicole  to  Focalors!

casually sweet munday meme

⚈  What  sweet  things  tend  to  happen  to  you  from  time  to  time  RP  wise?

I  don't  know  if  this  is  vain  ?  but  I  guess  getting  some  really  sweet  comments  from  time  to  time  ,  and  also  getting  to  meet  some  pretty  awesome  people.  I  am  so  grateful  for  my  friends  /  moots  that  I  would  not  have  if  not  for  RP.

— from arlecchino to bina!

platonic / familial actions

       She's been watching Arlecchino from afar for quite some time. Her colleague seemed pretty... occupied with matters demanding her full attention. At first, the Damselette had no desire to interrupt nor stand in the way.

       And so, hours turned into days, in which she merely observed, perched upon a chair, or quietly seated beneath the cover of night.

       Naturally, now and then, the Knave noticed her presence, and would have checked about it. Sometimes, there was nothing to be seen at all. Other times, Columbina could be found softly humming, distracted by some trivial little tasks, such as separating some herbs she had gathered outside.

       A certain day, when Arlecchino once again turned crimson-marked eyes to find the goddess, Columbina had decided of all sudden to appear right behind her, gently patting her shoulder, rosy lips curled into a playful smile.