#senectis

                                                                          are they able to cook  ?

          heeeeeeeellllll yeah bby .            many of the seemingly  frivolous  things toothiana has a fondness for           carving the memory boxes by hand  ,  making her own clothes  ,  && in this case cooking           are things she picked up from her father as a child  .  she doesn’t  have  to do any of them  ,  she doesn’t even have to eat food  ,  but they are the types of unnecessary things she is still willing to put time towards for her own  enjoyment  ,  &&  that list is quite short  .        toothiana can  ,  in  theory  ,  cook just about anything  .  the recipes are all there in the mind by mere consequence of being alive so long  &&  not forgetting things  ,  &&  she has enough practice with how food  works not to make easily avoidable mistakes  .  but cooking is an  art  ,  && thus the important part of answering this question is that she treats it as one  .  certainly she can follow a list of instructions perfectly well to get from point A to point B  ,  but all she really needs to know is what she’s aiming to accomplish  ,  &&  she can figure it out with a mix of necessary know-how  &&  creativity .          it has been mentioned somewhere on this blog before  ,  but her own preferences of food tend to lend towards spicy blends of meat  &&  fruit  ,  however she has a greater appreciation for sweets than people like to  assume  given the whole ‘ tooth fairy ’  status  .

Manhandle my muse

“Wh- Hey!” 

Elsa struggled against the unwanted hand wrapped around her arm. The other’s grip surprisingly strong for such a slender person.

“Unhand me!” she demanded, giving her arm a yank before her other hand came up to grip the wrist attached to the hand that held her. Ice cold to the touch against the man’s skin and only getting colder.

          YOU  —  my traveling companion;   my translator;   my map and mapmaker.           YOU  —  as steady as polaris;   as bright as canopus;                            as beautiful as the orion nebula.           YOU  —  the cheery sun on my cloudy days;                             the freshly fallen snow upon my barren fields;                             the true north to the compass of my heart.                                                                         YOU.

          JACK & KOZMOTIS  moodboard for senectis.

sensual / romantic sentence starters. ( accepting )

          senectis asked: ❝ come back to bed, it’s barely sunrise. ❞ [ post novels ;) ]

          calloused toes grip the smooth bark of the branch just outside the mouth of his hollow tree home.     he’s naked  —  the early morning breeze trails over pale bruised flesh like so many  gentle kisses  and  love bites  he’d received only hours ago.     the call of a chaffinch signals the approaching dawn,  along with the pink ghost of daylight lingering just over the horizon;   twiner is an inert but comforting weight on his shoulder,  the staff’s bark crackling with the sound of quiet snoring.     jack loves the calm before sunrise:   it’s when all the world is vulnerable;   it’s peaceful and private,  a time for  looking ahead  rather than behind.

               ❝           come back to bed, it’s barely sunrise. ❞

          the voice is quiet and rough with sleep as it drifts up from the bowels of his tree home.     jack tears eager blue eyes from the sluggish sunrise to peer down into the warm darkness on the other side of the tree’s hollow  —  jack loves watching the sun chase the darkness of night away,  but he loves  KOZMOTIS  more.     with a dramatic beleaguered sigh,  he disappears back inside the massive oak tree and returns to the large fur-covered bed he definitely hadn’t gotten any sleep in that night;   he carefully,  reverently,  rests twiner against the smooth wood of the hearth before going about tucking himself in beside his somnolent lover.

          it’s rare that he sees koz this vulnerable,  this  genuinely happy  —  with mussed hair and unashamed nudity and barely awake eyes giving him the most saccharine look  —  all things that jack has always associated with himself and himself only.     for a split second,  glee  fills his skinny little chest,  and he can’t resist going in for a slow,  sensual,  sleepy kiss,  rough knuckles gently stroking the delicate skin just beneath his partner’s eye.

send “📂“ for a completely useless headcanon. ( accepting )

          senectis.

          JACK CAN PLAY THE VIOLIN / FIDDLE.   he often does so to entertain himself while he’s alone, or to entertain the masses when he’s feeling social.   the animals who live in his tree homes often gather round to listen to his playing; it’s all very disney princess-y.   he knew and practiced with  mozart,  bach,  dvořák,  and  vivaldi,  though his greatest inspiration and closest musical companion was fellow romanian  george enescu.   jack even helped him compose many of his violin sonatas.

send a “💕“ if you want to ship with my muse. ( accepting )

          senectis asked : 💕 dont make it weird snowcone.

fighting or sparring: sentence starters. ( accepting )

          senectis asked: “Did you really expect me, to yield to the likes of you?”

               ❝           well,  that was the plan,  yes. ❞

          his back straightens;   there’s a steely look of  resolute determination  in his icy eyes.     his grip on twiner tightens as he meets his adversary’s gaze  —  PITCH BLACK,  the nightmare king,  corrupter of dreams,  progenitor of all the world’s greatest fears;   the one he’s been fighting since the birth of this meager planet.

          don’t fail me,  twiner,  he thinks in the direction of his staff;   because i won’t fail you.

          the wood spirit is too busy keeping track of the shade to respond.