#nesatios

Even when the majority of the magic is drained away, it is hard to miss the sight and sound of a bard with their focus. Requiem takes pleasure in her music, even when there’s no spells being cast from the edge of her bow. Each spell has a song, and each spell has a melody that cannot be reproduced to form something else. Blight is blight. Light is light. 

This song is her favorite, the sleep spell that she can cast in the midst of a town square and leave its edges snoozing. It’s ominous and sits on her chest like a beast, and so, Requiem plays it frequently when she’s feeling somewhat close to melancholy.  This is another time, another space, where she hides in the outer fragments of Yesteryear, viola beneath her chin.

The song ends in a small flourish, and the three other phantom musicians fade out with her, leaving nothing but mutual silence behind.

          “It’s one thing to be out and about during the night... it’s another if that business takes place in Fibonacci.“

     The faunus called out to the young man passing by, having stopped on his way back to housing. He didn’t recognize the stranger as a resident of Fibonacci, and he’s clearly not heading for the housing area of the ward. It’d be easy to assume that the stranger had less-than-good intentions to take care of at this hour... but this vibe of anxiety Adam gets from the other doesn’t quite suit the assumption. Perhaps the man has already finished his time in the ward, and was simply late on making his way out.

My, you look like the hottest mess I’ve seen all day.

[ That wasn’t a compliment. ]

Tea bags work to cover up dark circles.

Have you heard of Bath and Body Gore? I’m sure you’d clean up nicely.

There’s still hours before sunrise, so Kay’s parasol is tucked safely away at home. Few people are on the street at this hour; being nocturnal has its perks sometimes.

She didn’t expect to run into anyone, especially not a familiar face. This is the guy that helped her out of the sun a few days ago!

“i… i must have. i woke up this evening with… i don’t know. something had changed within me. i feel better than i ever have.”

“...I was wondering about that.”

He chuckles, but there’s little joy in it as his hand goes to his bangs. The horns could easily be mistaken for an odd hairstyle if no one touches them, but things are certainly progressing.

“Did you go back, too? I don’t know how this city works, but I’m assuming it was really you, there.”

╬ ;; doru sighed lightly, biting his lip as he stood in front of one of the doors in this strange home.  he’d been so tired the first day or so of k’horii’s little game that he’d completely slept through it, and apparently he’d tried to be summoned.  that left him feeling quite awkward and guilty, so he knocked.

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

✿ = buying them flowers .

“Oh! You shouldn’t have, dear.” Her experiences with life don’t come to plants. It’s for things of flesh and blood, and so, there’s something a bit nice about the gesture. Taking the lilies in hand, Requiem smiles, careful and kind.