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It was like some CRUEL joke the universe was playing having a ghoul with a quintessence element have so many problems finding their way into slumber. Usually it should be easy for someone like them with cells made of stardust and infernal blood as dark as the center of a swirling black hole. Dreaming, healing, traversing between realms where other beings could not reach, all of it came NATURALLY to those of that element. But then again, Vessel was not exactly full quintessence. Perhaps that's one of the reasons why they find themselves tossing and turning that night, eventually giving in to the itching urge to leave their personal den and wander quietly into the common room. Had Aurora been a Sibling of Sin perhaps their imposing figure would've sent a strike of FEAR through her heart upon suddenly spotting them, but instead Vessel is greeted rather kindly, even offered an attempt to remedy to their inability to find sleep.

" I don't know why my quintessence isn't making it easier. Just one of those nights I suppose. " The taller ghoul huffs with a FRUSTRATED flick of their long tail, gladly taking the empty seat that Aurora offers beside her. " It's like all my energy wants to expand and set my body on fire if I don't get up and move. Feel like I could go out hunting until dawn and barely break a sweat. " Vessel explains, the quick bouncing of their leg only emphasizing the internal struggle that their element and physical form was having against one another.

@spitalflelds ( rain ) said : “that never gave you peace.”

                  DON'T  ASK  HIM  HOW  THEY'D  MADE  IT  TO  THE  roof  of  the  hotel .  it  had  involved  a  lot  of  shadow  work ,  a  lot  of  dodging ,  and  a  lot  of  guessing .  but ,  eventually  he'd  dragged  rain  up  to  the  top  so  that  legs  could  dangle  over  the  edge  while  he  leaned  back  on  his  hands  to  watch  the  stars .  usually  they  don't  have  time  for  this .  usually  they're  ushered  to  the  tour  bus  to  CHANGE  INTO  SOMETHING  THAT  doesn't  scream  skeleton ,  grab  dinner  at  a  nearby  bar ,  and  get  back  on  the  road .  but  when  there  were  a  few  days  between  rituals …  he  had  time  to  run  off  with  someone  and  just  talk .  something  he  feels  like  he  doesn't  get  to  do  often  enough  outside  of  the  whole  group .

one  of  the  things  he  misses  most  about  being  the  ferryman …  he  could  look  up  and  see  a  galaxy .  caught  between  EARTH  AND  THE  DIMENSIONS  where  heaven ,  hell ,  and  purgatory  were ,  the  river  had  to  be  placed  somewhere  between  everything .  somewhere  more  like  a  crossroads  than  anything ,  where  he  could  ferry  each  soul  to  where  it  belonged .  he  didn't  miss  the  cries  of  the  damned ,  didn't  miss  the  self  righteous  souls  who  were  being  raised  to  heaven .  and  even  less  did  he  miss  the  children  who  couldn't  understand  what  was  happening  to  them  because  THEY  DON'T  DESERVE  TO  BE  HERE .  there  had  been  moments  he  loved  what  he  did …  but  in  the  moments  of  hearing  children  crying  or  crying  out  for  their  family ,  he  couldn't  have  wished  more  to  be  anywhere  else .

he's  not  sure  how  the  conversation  had  shifted  to  spilling  his  heart  out  to  rain  about  his  time  in  the  pit ,  but  there  was  something  cathartic  about  just  talking  to  someone  even  if  they  couldn't  completely  understand .  he  shakes  his  head .  “ peace  didn't  exist …  you  might  have  one  kind  soul  AND  THEN  A  SERIES  OF  ABUSE .  you  wouldn't  fucking  believe  how  many  people  are  just  as  shit  in  death  as  they  are  in  life . ”  a  snort  of  an  annoyed  laugh .  “ there  are  some  that  just  stick  with  you .  y'know  how  there  are  people  you  meet  that  you  just  never  forget  for  whatever  reason ?  it's  like  that  with  ferried  souls .  some  of  them  stick  with  you .  especially  when  they  look  SO  HAUNTED  YOU  WOULD  SWEAR  they'd  been  a  ghost  for  centuries . ”  a  pause .  “  and  then  there  are  the  kids .  i'm  not  sure  which  is  worse ,  the  ones  who  cry  or  the  ones  who  laugh . ”

@spitalflelds ( rain ) said : "i hope i'm not interrupting."

                  DAYS  ARE  OFTEN  SPENT  TUCKED  INTO  A  dark  corner  of  the  archives ,  hiding  from  any  slit  of  sunlight  that  might  filter  through  the  few  stained  glass  windows  along  the  walls .  it  isn't  as  if  he  could  sleep  or  do  anything  more  interesting  while  the  outside  world  threatened  to  burn  him  to  a  crisp ,  so  the  best  he  could  do  was  try  to  find  a  way  to  allow  himself  the  feeling  of  the  sun  on  his  skin  again .  he  hadn't  realized  how  much  he  had  missed  it  until  it  was  taken  from  him  once  more .  it  had  been  freeing  to  walk  in  the  light  of  the  sun ,  to  see  the  bustle  of  life  DURING  DAYLIGHT  HOURS  rather  than  mingling  with  the  tenants  of  the  evening .  centuries  of  darkness  had  been  followed  by  just  a  moment  in  the  light  and  all  he  could  hope  was  to  have  that  moment  back . 

in  moments ,  he  thinks  that  maybe  he's  found  the  answer  but  when  he  digs  further  into  it ,  there's  nothing  about  vampires  and  how  to  fix  them  without  taking  away  immortality .  arguably ,  it's  the  best  part  of  his  condition  and  one  he's  not  willing  to  give  up  without  a  fight .  he's  thought  about  PRAYING  TO  SATAN  to  ask  for  direction ,  but  isn't  sure  how  far  that  would  go .  he  knows  his  soul  is  promised  to  mephistopheles  whenever  he  finally  manages  to  die  properly .  he's  heard  that  he's a  selfish  deity ,  not  one  to  give  anything  for  free .  the  deity  holds  tight  to  contracts  and  astarion  isn't  sure  that  even  the  dark  one  himself  could  pull  anything  away  from  him .

it's  a  thought  he's  pondering  over ,  book  of  rituals  forgotten  on  the  table  in  front  of  him ,  when  he  hears  approaching  footsteps .  they're  familiar ,  nothing  to  make  him  cautious .  though ,  it's  a  bit  of  a  surprise  WHEN  THE  GHOUL  ADDRESSES  HIM .  most  pass  him  over ,  not  sure  what  to  make  of  a  vampiric  sibling  of  sin  who  is  more  likely  to  drink  what  is  left  at  the  altar  rather  than  allow  the  sacrifice  to  rot  into  stone .  he  can't  blame  them .  surely  lucifer  wouldn't  blame  them  for  his  own  mistakes ,  but  they  couldn't  be  too careful .  it  doesn't  matter .  he's  used  to  being  alone  after  centuries  of  it .  at  least  here ,  he  can  enjoy  a  little  socializing  without  worrying  about  being  asked  to  lure  some  poor  soul  BACK  TO  MEET  THEIR  UNDEATH .

headcanon questions /// - accepting! - @spitalflelds

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 - Headcanon Meme /// accepting! @spitalflelds

do they enjoy the sound of rain, or does it make them restless?

Rain on it's own is a very soothing sound to them, especially on specific surfaces like lakes, wood, stones, leaves, and also roofing, windows, and sidewalks if we're talking about human Ves. If thunder accompanies the rain then they tend to get nervous and have a harder time sleeping at night unless they have other noises to help drown out the sound.

what colors remind them of safety?

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME

For Aurora:

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

For Rain:

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

The water ghoul's sharp expression stuns Perpetua into silence for a split second before she quickly realizes that he means no HARM with questioning her previous statement. If there was anything that she was warned about from Mr. Psaltarian's brief lessons in how to be successful as Papa it was keeping the ghouls happy but behaved. If one of them were to challenge the Fifth with AGGRESSION, it was something that would have to be dealt with immediately in one way or another. Not that Perpetua planned on "dealing" with anything in that regard, the ghouls were allowed to be angry sometimes just as any other person was. Change was a difficult thing, complicated in situations such as these. Why would she strike punishment down for something that could be SOOTHED or at the very least understood?

The BRIGHT sound of the rhythmic, metallic jangle of Aurora's tambourine makes the Fifth get a little pep in their step as they wander from backstage, skipping forward down into hallway as they approach her. Admittedly they were still getting used to the atmosphere that rituals had, the strong sense of BELONGING and community as well as the intense, invigorating energy that their music brought to said congregation. It was all slightly overwhelming, but with each ritual they were building their confidence. And no matter how tired they were afterwards, there would always be a buzz lingering in the air, beckoning for the night to never come to an END.