#melligine

Faust generally had decent health and thus never experience a heart attack before. That being said, he was pretty sure he was having one right now. While it was true that Faust had a wild array of interesting baubles and things in his lab, there was also plenty of things that would be extremely dangerous to someone who wasn’t a professional. He grabbed Carmi’s arm and pulled him away from the shiny, gelatinous substance. “What are you doing?!” Sure, he could understand why he would want to touch it. It was beautiful to look at, the colors seemingly always changing. That being said--

SEND “ ✿ ” FOR 2 HEADCANONS FOR OUR MUSES’ RELATIONSHIP.

1.) Faust takes careful measures to not seem to self-depreciating, always skating around the fact that his mind tricks him into thinking that he will never be good enough for his own expectations. Luckily or I guess unluckily depending on your point of view, not many people are keen eyed enough to pick up on that. He has learned how to graciously accept a compliment while offering one in return without people realizing he doesn’t necessarily believe it. It’s something Carmi finds absolutely frustrating about Faust because he does see the good and great qualities of the alchemist. He wonders if his insistence that Faust is worthy would ever reach him. Little does Carmi know that all the insistence he puts on him does in fact reach him, to reconsider his own mindset. Now Faust isn’t quite sure how to convey that he’s extremely grateful he has met such a kind king without sounding like he’s trying to distract Carmi from his own melancholy. 

2.) Carmi on occasion, reminds Faust of his mother if only in their dancing. There is one specific memory Faust thinks about once he sees Carmi dance from before a time when things got really bad. His mother was joyful for once, having completed a painting for the first time in years and in her joy under the bright sunshine, she found herself dancing. Faust could only watch her, surprised to see his mother dance so freely, her movements no longer timid and held back. Soon enough she pulled him into dancing with her, her joyfulness spreading to him. Of course Carmi’s moves are more knowledgable, holding form and lines that only a pro would know. But there’s something in that that makes Faust very nostalgic.

❃ = dancing with them

“Oh! You were referring to me?” Of course he was, Alma. Who wouldn’t ask the queen for an opportunity to dance with them. But she wasn’t quite sure how to respond to this offer. Not that dancing with the King of Melcio seemed like a bad offer. (Quite the opposite in fact. He was a rather cute king, wasn’t he?) But... Well she had never really danced with anyone before. Usually she was able excuse herself from dancing at least in a formal setting. But she supposed she couldn’t excuse herself this time. She hastily agreed to dance and off they went, circling around on the dancefloor.

    Now, Navira had been training all day to relieve stress. Worn hands hold her axe as she digs her heels into the ground. However, she turns as a guard calls to her. Standing tall, the queen sets her axe in the dirt and pulls her wheat-grass hair out of her face.

        “ Huh? A visitor? I d- oh no I do. “ She sighs, rubbing her temples. “I’m so messed up right now. I - uh... “ She groans in agony and carries her axe over her shoulder to follow a guard to where her new guest is. She passes her axes off to a guard that can handle its weight. As she walks in, the woman hangs her head in defeat.

HURT MEME

⚔;-she nearly trips over her own two feet while backing up away from her attackers, inevitably colliding with something ( or in this case, someone ). her body jolts in fear, and she turns around so fast that it gives her whiplash, causing her to fall down and stare at the man in terror.

⚔;-this man.. he was no stranger, but he was no friend either; an acquantiance, perhaps - a good samaritan. he had helped her before, but she had been too prideful to accept it… but now - now, they had broken her spirit so utterly and completely that she was desperate for any possible place ( or person ) to seek solace in.

⚔;-she tumbles down, and it’s obvious that she’s wounded. her legs were irritated from burns with a rope, and there were various cuts of all lengths and sizes on them.

⚔;-she looks at the other: a human; she hated them - humans. why did they always feel a need to look down on others? tears falling without her consent, she speaks with a shaky breath.

Memories by scent - accepting

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   Such a sweet aroma it is that graces the Knight’s senses; something that seemed to SPARK a light in his eyes if only for the briefest of moments. A welling in his chest he doesn’t quite understand causes his throat to lock and an unneeded breath to catch, plated fingers clawing now at the covered flesh of his neck, as if that alone could cut out the oddity sneaking upon him.

   A thought graces his mind–…no, a memory, a vision of humanity he had long since forgotten. The aroma lingers, it travels through the old, worn wood of the creaking home, something so light, so sweet, that it riles the boy from very sleep itself. Clouded eyes open, they scan, and they search for the source, nose jutted in the air as if he was some mutt hunting down a fresh meal. Floorboards beneath his feet creak with each step down the old stairwell, golden blond bangs being pushed from tired eyes to grant him vision as to not trip over his own tired legs. 

   With a quiet step does he reach the bottom, almost drifting through the small home and toward the kitchen; the smell growing stronger with each step nearer. He peeks, curious green eyes scouring the seemingly empty kitchen, confident steps then taken in stride to pass the entryway, nose still guiding the young elf to the source of the smell. Freshly baked and still lingering with warmth caramel squares sat stacked side by side; each golden piece decorated with thin layers of chocolate and white frosting, a true masterpiece to the eye. Fingers reach out, plucking one of the fresh treats from the pan and taking a gracious bite from such, the sweet practically melting in his mouth and causing the boy to hum in delight. 

         “Zanazen?”

   Her voice rings through his ears, soft, welcoming, and it causes the boy to look up; mouth shut with sticky caramel, yet he somehow still manages up a smile to the elder woman who enters with a cloth in hand to dry washed palms. Weathered features gaze down at her offspring, and a pair of matching green eyes soften; lips soon apart with gentle laughter.

         “I was going to surprise you, but it looks as if you sniffed them out on your own.”

   Swallowing his mouthful of the treat the boy uses the back of his hand to wipe his lips, and while his features grew sheepish his voice said otherwise; nothing but smooth and absolute, barely a touch of emotion found.

《🔥》

When he left toward Melcio to visit an acquaintance for a much needed breather from his duties back in Acirus, finding the Melcio King himself seemingly dripping copious amounts of sweat and unable to stand was not a situation he had accounted for. He withheld the urge to immediately assist the fallen King, for he was not in Acirus anymore, and his intervention may be unwelcome here. Instead he voices his concern, and has little time to mask the bewilderment the crosses his features as the reason for the King’s current predicament unfolds. He turns away to squint in the direction the King had been running and was unable to spot the person they’d been chasing. It seemed they were long gone, and scenting the air confirmed it. The Commander once again faces the King, a sigh escaping before he speaks.

There was no need to get defensive about it. So he had knocked over a couple of bottles. Big deal. So those bottles just happened to contain acids she had collected from plants and it was slowly eating through her floor. Big deal.