Voicing the offensive complaint warranted not only a sparse glare but a dismissive glance after. If he weren’t appreciating what wonders fishing bestowed, then he should’ve declined. and frankly, noctis anticipated a refusal, he had yet to comprehend what went through his head offering in the first place. Forwarded comments when the fish were too small or he was supposedly taking a long time to finish up per the usual before engulfed in silence and occasional praises of accomplishment once he shored up a mighty prize. Overall, he could never settle on catching one or two, especially if the active ones – who couldn’t particularly care what lure was used or their attention was very easily captured – happened to be of the same species while there had to be at least four or five coexisting, and what better the hobby than attempting to catch all that existed? The last his patience could handle was another. ❛ Why would it? It’s not as engaging. If I am to be honest, I’d fall asleep throughout the entire thing. ❜

“Ugh.” Noctis jogged a bit to try to keep up with the taller man’s strides, finding the combination of heat and distraction of food to be a bit taxing. To be fair, it all smelled so damn good that it was unfair. “Any particular place we’re going? Because I’m about to lose myself in some of this food. Has to be some form of torture.”

   fishing was not his favorite hobby and the longer he sits perched on the pier at galdin quay, the more it dawns on him why. the ocean waves crashing so soothingly against white sands, seagulls squawking overhead and the blasted sun cursing its rays upon what flesh lays bare-- uncomfortable boredom. he should have denied noctis’ offer to join him, but if it meant not having to follow him and his companions across eos for a little longer, he thought why not ?  now he wishes to drown himself.  ❝  i see the admiration for a knowledgeable hobby such as chess didn’t get passed down through the bloodline.  ❞

   back meets the wall of some ill-made shack and a restless sigh escapes past his lips once more. his mind has seemingly deteriorated beyond madness because this strange world he’s woken up in feels extremely real. especially the woman who had grabbed him by the mantle and tugged him out of sight from the raging mob, all speaking in a language ardyn couldn’t understand. he’d contemplated on stealing memories of a frail mortal but once all the yelling started, mixed with confusion from ardyn himself, everything happened far too quick.  ❝  by the gods, what is this place ?  ❞

    ❝  careful now, you wouldn’t want to KILL an innocent bystander with such demolition.  ❞   playfulness etches his tone as he bows to retrieve his hat, blown from atop a messy sea of dahlia strands. she packs quite a punch with that rocket launcher for a mere mortal-- or perhaps the daemon killer possessed a greater power unknown to majority. much like himself. either way, he’d rather not make another enemy so soon.

   it shouldn’t come as such a surprise to see the plague-ridden corpse appear like an unwanted apparition, sauntered steps echoing on the stone floor of the dimly lit cave and shadow bouncing off its walls. while their paths had split, ardyn was certain it would meet in the middle. and boy, did they meet. the deeper they went, the more troublesome the daemons became ( not for himself ) and it was such a spectacle to see the heir and his friends put up such a battle.  ❝  can we hurry this along, gentlemen ?  i have places to be and if i’m not mistaken, so do YOU as well.  ❞   

    ❝  we don’t have all day, noct, do try to keep up.  ❞ because lestallum has UNFORGIVING crowds of hungry people during the annual cooking festival. one of which ( although not sure why ) ardyn tends to dabble in for what it’s worth, all while making sure to keep the chosen heir under his watchful eye, except when he seems to lose him in the sea of people here and there.

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BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV   :   orthodox monasteries   ,   deep woods   ,   STARRY NIGHTS,   the sound of paper being torn   ,   DIMLY LIT ROOMS  ,   withered roses   ,  an unfinished letter   , PILES OF BOOKS   ,   THE SOUND OF SHATTERING GLASS   ,TICKING OF CLOCKS IN A SILENT HOUSE ,   HEAVY WOODEN FURNITURE  ,   THE AIR BEFORE A STORM , THE SMELL OF EARTH   ,   a crowd of people dressed in black   ,  distant murmurs   ,  emptied streets  ,   the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT   :   COLDNESS OF THE SKIN AGAINST A BLADE   ,   slender pale fingers   &   slightly shaking hands   ,   A RED STAIN BLOOMING ON WHITE FABRIC   , LONELY STEPS IN A CORRIDOR   ,  the slow dripping of water   ,   LOOKING OUT OF THE WINDOW INTO THE THICKENING DARKNESS ,   A SINGLE DYING CANDLE ON THE TABLE , LISTENING TO ONE’S BREATH   &   COUNTING HEARTBEATS ,   too many stairs   ,   the desire to be invisible   ,   A SUBTLE MEMORY OF KIND WORD.

THE IDIOT   :   CLASSICAL STATUES   ,   WEALTH COVERED WITH DUST   ,  A DARK HOUSE TAINTED WITH INHERITED MADNESS   , AN UNSETTLING FEELING ,   LONG WALKS IN A PARK   ,   useless chatter   ,   a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench   ,   a melancholic face   ,   an unexpected spring rain   ,  THE JOY OF READING ONE’S FAVORITE BOOK ,   THE CLARITY OF MIND AFTER FULLY PERCEIVING THE WORLD AROUND   , LOOKING AT CLOUDLESS SKY.

ANNA KARENINA :   fields of crops  ,   flowers brought from an early morning walk   ,   the wind caressing a girl’s hair   ,   A BOWL OF FRUIT   ,   THE SMELL OF RIPE PEARS   ,  THE CLATTER OF A SPOON AGAINST PORCELAIN WHEN STIRRING TEA ,   children’s laughter coming from the garden   ,  SOFT SUNLIGHT   &   WHITE CURTAINS ,   THE SENSATION OF VELVET AGAINST SKIN   ,  PEARLS FROM A RIPPED NECKLACE SPILLING ON MARBLE FLOOR   ,  A SUDDEN SILENCE IN A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE.

WAR AND PEACE   :   A GLASS OF WINE   ,   THE BRIGHTNESS OF  A CRYSTAL CHANDELIER ,  white lace   ,  A RAGING SNOW STORM   ,   THE SOUND OF A DOOR BEING GENTLY CLOSED ,   the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom   ,   indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light   ,  closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing   ,   THE SWEET SMELL OF STRAWBERRIES   ,   A PAIR OF GLOVES LEFT ON AN ARMCHAIR   ,  light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA   :  THE CHAOS OF A LIVELY CITY  ,   AMBIENT JAZZ IN EXPENSIVE RESTAURANTS ,   jumping on a moving tram   ,  THE SIGHT OF MOSCOW FROM THE ROOF OF A HOUSE ,  YELLOW FLOWERS IN A VASE   , LEANING OUT OF THE WINDOW ,  SHELVES STACKED WITH BOOKS ,  a small tin box with old photographs   , STRANGE SHAPES IN THE NIGHT SKY   , LAUGHING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT ON A BALCONY ,   colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN   :  A LONELY MANSION   ,   reading a book in the parlor   ,   FAINT PIANO MELODY LINGERING IN FALLING SILENCE , LONG EVENINGS   , PASSING SEASONS   ,   DISCUSSING FRENCH NOVELS OF THE MOMENT ,   UNSPOKEN THOUGHTS   ,   LEANING AGAINST THE DOOR FRAME  , QUICKLY AVERTED GLANCE ,   eating a peach absent-minded   ,   bright mornings   ,   FOOTPRINTS IN SNOW   ,   A LOUD GUNSHOT TERRIFYING A FLOCK OF BIRDS NEARBY.

FATHERS AND SONS   :   birch groves   ,  MORNING MIST   ,   MOSS-COVERED STONES NEAR A MOOR ,   SCIENTIFIC BOOKS   ,   WHITE ROSES ,   CHEAP CHAMPAGNE   ,   SHABBY POCKET-WATCH  ,   LIGHT-HEARTED IRONY   ,   A MALADROIT CELLO SONATA   ,    FRESHLY MOWED GRASS   ,  lEAVING THOUGHTS COME   &   GO   ,   a slow yawn ,   PICTURESQUE PLATES   &   BOWLS FILLED WITH TRADITIONAL DISHES   ,   DRINKING TEA ON THE PORCH.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO   : A STRANGE FEELING OF LOSS ,  WRITING POEMS IN A DIARY , TRAVELING BY TRAIN   ,   the hesitation before touching someone’s hand   ,   THE GAZE OF ONE LOST IN THOUGHT  , THE WARMTH OF CINNAMON   ,   a scarf brightly embellished with flowers   ,   A GLASS OF WATER   ,  A THREADBARE JACKET  ,   THE TEMPTING VOID   ,  THE EVANESCENT SERENITY OF YESTERDAY.

BOLD what you apply to your muse !

DEFENSIVENESS:

ARMS CROSSED ON CHEST // crossing legs // FIST-LIKE GESTURES // POINTING INDEX FINGER // karate chops // STIFFENING OF SHOULDERS // TENSE POSTURE // CURLING OF LIP // BARING OF TEETH

REFLECTIVE:

HAND-TO-FACE GESTURES // HEAD TILTED // stroking chin // PEERING OVER GLASSES// TAKING GLASSES OFF — CLEANING // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // PUTTING HAND TO BRIDGE OF NOSE // PURSED LIPS, KNITTED BROWS

SUSPICION:

ARMS CROSSED // SIDEWAYS GLANCE // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes //HANDS RESTING ON WEAPON // brows raising // LIPS PRESSING INTO A THIN LINE //STRICT, UNWAVERING EYE CONTACT // WRINKLING OF NOSE

OPENNESS & COOPERATION:

OPEN HANDS // upper body in sprinters position // SITTING ON EDGE OF CHAIR // hand-to-face gestures // UNBUTTONED COAT // TILTED HEAD // slacked shoulders, droopy posture // FEET POINTED OUTWARD // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE:

HANDS BEHIND BACK // HANDS ON LAPELS OF COAT // STEEPLED HANDS // BARING TEETH IN A GRIN // ROLLING SHOULDERS // TIPPING HEAD BACK BUT MAINTAINING EYE CONTACT // CHEST PUFFED UP//SHOULDERS BACK // ARMS FOLDED JUST ABOVE NAVEL

INSECURITY & ANXIETY:

chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // BITING FINGERNAILS//HANDS IN POCKETS // elbow bent / CLOSED GESTURES // CLEARING THROAT // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // POOR EYE CONTACT // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // SWAYING // playing with pointer / marker // smacking lips // SIGHING // rocking on balls of feet // FLEXING FINGERS SPORADICALLY

FRUSTRATION:

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃. a modern manifesto.   silver nailpolish.   layers of clothes in the cold weather.   conspiracy theories.   refusing to be a part of the mass. sounds of the city. aging but remaining youthful. rebellion.

𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀. quiet evenings.  playing the strings of a guitar.   busy days in the city.  heavy coats in cold days.  burnt orange.   the lonely sound of an harmonica.  the taste of honey on your tongue.   the cold breeze greeting you in the morning.   letting your hair wild. mixing patterns.  soft fabrics.   ancient tapestry.   finding peace in your busy routine.  opaque lipstick.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐒. disco balls.   the thrilling bass on a song.   smiling as you walk towards the place you belong in. loud, fun rebellion.  wearing fierce hats.  the wind hitting your hair locks.   leather jackets in the heat.   using fashion as a statement. large sunglasses.   fierce haircuts.   sequin dresses.   not apologizing for your choices. the glamour of the seventies.   wearing your party clothes to work.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐒. dramatic violin playing in the distance.   hiding behind a coat.  walking by yourself. being spotlight - blind. tragic romances. a mysterious glare.  quiet mourn.  leaving the house with no make up on.   bright colours shining in the dark.   the agony before a climax.