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He was close.
It was a whisper of instinct, of a hunch that grew stronger, and stronger, and stronger the more he walked. It was something inexplicable, and yet so very natural, as Astra followed the feeling to where he knew it would lead him.
There was no way that Astra would ever be not be able to find him.
"Vega..."
The name is sighed and dripping with the promise of poison, as he draws his blade.
"I've...
found...
...y o u~"
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The invitation envelope is sealed with blue wax, the outline of the Meriet royal seal carefully pressed into the the center. The invitation itself consists of a single letter that reads:
❝The kingdom of Meriburn cordially invites you to join them in celebrating the Festival of the Blue Moon.
We humbly look forward to your presence in ushering in a new lunar season that is set to begin on at . We advise that you dress in light, airy clothing and have footwear that will not be damaged by any amount of water. We also advise that you arrive by sunset on the first day of the festivities in order to fully experience the welcoming ceremony.❞
Along the bottom of the letter, the words “Please dip in water and turn over.” is written in neat lettering along the bottom of the invitation card. Once done, the rest of the letter continues as follows:
❝An additional, private gathering will be held at the Aichon Palace throughout the entire event. Overnight accommodations will be provided to all guests with this invitation. We advise you keep it in a safe place, to bring it with you on your travels, and to present it to castle staff upon arrival.
Your host,
Princess Cassandra Tetrarch of Meriburn❞
(For the Tengmen Empire)
@sansloii || Party time!
Another party, hm...? The emperor stared down at the invitation and mulled over the writing revealed after water had touched it. He was admittedly hesitant. The last gathering he had attended did not fare so well, the only real consolation he could glean from the disaster that was Vanystea's affair was that it was wholly caused by drama within the family. That still didn't change the fact that his sister could have very nearly been killed by Tahariel Elohim.
And that wasn't even getting into the recent drama that had been at his own doorstep. He'd been nearly running himself ragged after Minglian's assassination attempt trying to track down whatever information he could about the perpetrators. Despite his best efforts to keep the incident under wraps, word had spread much further than he would have preferred.
If he attended the party, some might say he was acting foolhardy to be frivolously attending a social gathering so soon after such a dramatic incident within his own court. And if he declined, others may yet consider it to be cowardice, quivering in his palace and afraid to set foot elsewhere. Not to mention the benefits there could be in strengthening his ties with Meriburn, among whatever other nations may be in attendance. A delegate sent on his behalf perhaps? No, this was a connection he would rather make himself.
Setting the invitation down, Huaxiu rubbed at his temples with a sigh. Jianhuren and Meihui stood nearby, awaiting his order.
"Send notice to Meriburn that Tengmen will attend."
Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
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The invitation envelope is sealed with blue wax, the outline of the Meriet royal seal carefully pressed into the the center. The invitation itself consists of a single letter that reads:
❝The kingdom of Brecaea cordially invites you to join them in celebrating the Festival of the Blue Moon.
We humbly look forward to your presence in ushering in a new lunar season that is set to begin on at . We advise that you dress in light, airy clothing and have footwear that will not be damaged by any amount of water. We also advise that you arrive by sunset on the first day of the festivities in order to fully experience the welcoming ceremony.❞
Along the bottom of the letter, the words “Please dip in water and turn over.” is written in neat lettering along the bottom of the invitation card. Once done, the rest of the letter continues as follows:
❝An additional, private gathering will be held at Castle Luvalon throughout the entire event. Overnight accommodations will be provided to all guests with this invitation. We advise you keep it in a safe place, to bring it with you on your travels, and to present it to castle staff upon arrival.
Your host,
Queen Dakota Tetrarch of Meriburn❞
(for those attending the Brecaea party)
@sansloii
"You're going to come with? That's surprising; I thought you hated socializing and party stuff."
Jawyr laughed at the look his father gave him over his shoulder-- the older man rolling his eyes as he nodded his head outside the window, to where the gigantic crystal, Innaius floated in the air above the castle grounds.
"Very funny. I just don't like socializing and party stuff when it concerns a gaggle of prying or stuffy nobility, and whatever other gossip mongers decide to swarm me the second I'm by myself. But...Lerato wants to visit Cassandra and Dakota with Joseph, and I'd rather not risk him running out of energy and collapsing while on an entirely different continent. So we'll be heading to Brecaea first, and leaving halfway through to go to Meriburn...granted no word comes that I'm needed back here. The others should be able to keep a handle on things in the meantime, though...and if not, we teleport back."
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"Are you sure you and Rei should be going? With the way current events are right now, it'll be risky."
"You're coming as well, Varius. Do you not feel like you'd be able to protect us, if it came to that?"
The Setian guard falls silent, expression a conflicted twist. Naturally, if something happened then he would protect his king-- it was as simple as that. Not that Fekik needed it (and Areix would be especially safe, as Fei would sooner see himself killed than allow anyone to lay a finger on his youngest), but...well, Varius wasn't quite sure. He couldn't exactly say that he had a bad feeling.
After a few moments, he finally shook his head and relented. If they were going, then he would simply resolve to keep a close eye on everything and everyone!
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"If you're bringing Harailt, then I'll be inviting Iki. No offense, but I'm really not looking to third-wheel you the whole party."
The young prince was seated comfortably on a couch, feet kicked up on the arm of it as he regarded his older brother; the king. Alkaid was telling him about some party they'd be attending in Brecaea...honestly, he hadn't really been paying attention to all the details. It had been a while since he'd been able to bring Iki to anything like this, so most of the time that his brother had been talking, he'd been busy thinking up everything that he wanted to have prepared for her.
They were already friendly with Brecaea, so it's not like there had to be a lot of planning toward how to socialize and gain favor with them. He could look into the specifics of the gathering a little later.
"You don't have to say it like that; you would have invited her regardless of if Harailt came with us...just don't go too crazy on whatever you're plotting. You'll end up making yourself freak out if it can't all get done in time."
#sansloii#[royalty verse]#[Jaspern -threads-]#[JJ -threads-]#[Fekik -threads-]#[Varius -threads-]#[Antares -threads-]#[Alkaid -threads-]#And then similarly to the Meriburn side#Vasyri and the Plains will probably also have some representatives at the festivities!
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@sansloii | Starter for Andris.
Roman held his watch by the straps, observing the hands move accordingly. His smirk was interrupted by his cigarette lit with his silver zippo. He exhaled at the precise moment he expected the door to be open.
There he was. Andris was painfully punctual, as usual. Andris was painfully punctual because he was a perfectionist and had proven to live up to those standards. His reputation survived on the sight of an obsessive and demanding man such as Roman. Naturally, he had no objection to this; it was one of the first traits that drew Roman to trust him for small tasks. However, he was there today to expand that trust.
Roman decided to reward him. At the desk, there was a small box. Inside, there was a 18 kt. zippo lighter with an ace of diamond design. He thought it was fitting for him, not because he ran this casino wonderfully, but because Roman hoped Andris would remain on a high rank in his estimation after this.
"You've met my standards. It isn't something that happens often." Roman nodded, pushing the gift box closer to the man. "I'm grateful."
"However, you must know I'm not here for the sentimentalism." If he had been done with him, he would have still gotten the present for him but had sent it through mail. "Putting all eggs in one basket is the error of many in their first years in power."
"I mustn't be your first to ask for TSMC semiconductors. America's losses keep hitting roughly 7.5 billion dollars yearly." He sighed. This was boring talk. "They've gotten better at detecting counterfeit components, but I believe you'll get me something that will make it to the installation point," Roman observed Andris, from his shoes to the last strand of blonde hair. Then, he stopped on Andris' green eyes and offered him something resembling a smile.
"TSMC98L89." Roman put an envelope on the desk for him. It contained pictures and specifications of the logic chip. It was a new-private model meant to launch in two months. "You have plenty of time on your hands. Would you mind sharing a drink with me?" This is how it went for Roman. Business would always be business, but growing a relationship with the men behind them led to the best results, whether he liked it or not. Andris, in particular, was a recent asset but one that he preferred to watch closely. There was still a lot that he had to learn about this man, strengths and weaknesses, what could become a nuisance, and what could be a threat. He put something in his hand that couldn't take the wrong step at all.
Andris could do the job; Roman wouldn't have brought it to him if he thought any differently. But time was more often than not human's foe. It created the space to build unnecessary confidence, leading to slackness. There was no space for that in this project or Roman's life.
#sansloii#Roman/Andris#two months to drive this man insane#we believe in andris to nail it earlier fhdjbdhjf
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@sansloii: [Mikah disliked that]
"You can sacrifice yourself too."
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⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ @sansloii ⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ plotted starter {Mikah 🙴 Valentine}
An unnamed and utterly unremarkable chaperone guides Mikah through the dark interior of the industrial club owned by a renowned Russian crime family in the heart of southern Moscow. The private rooms two stories above the bar and public space, one story above the VIP lounge, but still given the perfect vantage point above it all connected with wrought iron catwalks hidden from prying eyes. Knowing this doesn't shake the burning feeling of eyes upon anyone in the private level, as though the shade itself were scrutinizing every fiber of their being.
Towards the end of the lengthy walk is a larger room draped in jewel tone velvet curtains, large tufted leather chaise lounges and complimentary accent chairs, dark wood tables spread over immaculate animal hide rugs. Fine art is hug in bespoke frames, the subject matter varied with a theme of wickedness and corruption to be seen throughout the collection. The room is befitting the reputation of it's inhabitants.
Sat in the middle of it all an imposing figure, broad body covered in satin and silk finery exposing muscled collarbones and forearms, pointed stiletto boots crossed over the other on the couch tucked close to their person. Tattooed arms are thrown one across the back of their chosen perch and the other an elbow resting against it to settle their ink painted fist under their chin, pointed claws toying with the skin around their lips. All exposed skin save for the face, neck included, is covered in pitch black tattoos of geometric and organic nature.
Their presence is commanding, yet they make no move to control the room upon Mikah's entrance, would-be blind eyes appraising them through scarlet lenses the moment the door opened. Ivory and ebony hair spills across the couch and themself, having forgone the ties that keep it swept back. All at once Mikah's guide has silently been excused and they're nearly half way down the catwalks when a deep voice with an untraceable accent fills the space.
〝Do sit, I hear you've need of my services.〞
#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Valentine#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ threads#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ queue#sansloii#// this is so much setting the scene but#// like the vibe is so necessary for this I feel like#// I'm very excited to see what's gonna happen Mikah seems like they're gonna have Such A Time With This
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The invitation envelope is sealed with blue wax, the outline of the Meriet royal seal carefully pressed into the the center. The invitation itself consists of a single letter that reads:
❝The kingdom of Brecaea cordially invites you to join them in celebrating the Festival of the Blue Moon.
We humbly look forward to your presence in ushering in a new lunar season that is set to begin on at . We advise that you dress in light, airy clothing and have footwear that will not be damaged by any amount of water. We also advise that you arrive by sunset on the first day of the festivities in order to fully experience the welcoming ceremony.❞
Along the bottom of the letter, the words “Please dip in water and turn over.” is written in neat lettering along the bottom of the invitation card. Once done, the rest of the letter continues as follows:
❝An additional, private gathering will be held at Castle Luvalon throughout the entire event. Overnight accommodations will be provided to all guests with this invitation. We advise you keep it in a safe place, to bring it with you on your travels, and to present it to castle staff upon arrival.
Your host,
Queen Dakota Tetrarch of Meriburn❞
(for the Kingdom of Navka)
@sansloii
"...heehee..."
"... You know, for everyone's sake but especially Jai's, maybe you should sit this one out..."
"Oh come on! I'm like 90% of our public image. I have to go."
"But Kyrie's gonna be bothered by the sun, right? She'd probably prefer you both stay in Navk--"
Smacks the invite out of Mikhail's hand and watches it land in the fountain.
"... See? She doesn't want to go-" Watches as the rest of the letter reveal itself. "... That means nothing."
Giggles. She's a genius.
#{faebella obscura} royal au#sansloii#Lazuli IC#Mikhail IC#Kyrie IC#they have no issue going to parties after the Aegis incident#but Mika is worries for Jai's heart and mental health if Lazuli were to go
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Through the haze of this odd reality she found herself in, Adrianna could distantly hear the man's voice, speaking unformed words she couldn't identify as part of any language but somehow, she intuitively knew the meaning of. He was speaking of the burden of the day, of how he felt tired and exhausted and how his muscles ached silently underneath skin. When she turned to look for him, they were suddenly in the comfort of her chambers, her sprawled against her sheets and him sitting at her feet, hunched forward, with his elbows of his knees and looking coyly at her from the corner of his eye. For a brief moment the confusion of why and how he'd managed to enter her space stir uncertainty and wariness within the woman, but the feeling is quickly overtaken by the realization that she couldn't move her body. Or rather, she could, but it was tedious and heavy, as if she were moving through molasses.
Him, on the other hand, moved swiftly, like a phantasm, shifting and moving around the bed as if to further observe her from every angle. The silhouette of his form and his eyes casting long, unblinking glances triggered a pool of warmth to gather to her core, especially when she'd realized she was only wearing her not very modest night gown and nothing else. "...Come closer, Roderick," she called for him, a heavy hand reaching out towards his form and, almost immediately after she felt herself wrapping arms and legs around his body. Yet again he speaks, low and guttural against her ear, words she could only understand by instinct, asking her about her certainty of her intentions. "...I desire you," the reassurance comes clearly and precisely and, like a trigger that's been pulled, she can suddenly feel him beginning their act.
A low moan erupts from her as her fingers cling through his hair. The warmth in her core spilled plentifully and Adrianna feels every single nerve in her body tingling with delight. When she'd tiredly opened her eyes it was as if she saw herself being fucked slowly from afar. She saw his body moving against hers, the muscles tensing and relaxing, the slow rhythm which he imposed upon her and with each passing moment she was more and more enthralled by the pleasure. When Adrianna returned into her body she saw bright, heavy wings sprouting from his back, as if the tattooed lines on his skin had come alive. Just before she could reach her peak those beautiful wings came down and engulfed them both into the darkness and Adrianna finally woke up.
Alone on her bed, feeling painfully empty and soaked from her fantasy, the Fallen rose upright and took in her surroundings. A hand went over her chest to feel her pounding heart and, with an almost disappointed sigh, went further up to rub her temples. It's not usual for her to succumb to exhaustion hard enough that she'd confuse reality with a dream. And it's even less common for her to feel this irked with returning to reality after such an episode.
With a groan she reached out for her phone and quickly scrolled through the screen until she found what she wanted. After a few moments of hesitation she sighed yet again and began typing a message.
To: Roderick
Text: Come visit me here.
Text: [ Location sharing for 1 hour ]
#[ voice - adrianna ]#sansloii#[ not sfw ]#[ suggestive ]#[ heyaaaaa u.u ]#[ had fun writing this :D ]
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She has her eyes on you, Roderick.
#{ the gods are watching. } commentary#{ chercia } ic#(( the sun shall shine extra long in your house today ))#fatestouch#sansloii
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The invitation envelope is sealed with blue wax, the outline of the Meriet royal seal carefully pressed into the the center. The invitation itself consists of a single letter that reads:
❝The kingdom of Meriburn cordially invites you to join them in celebrating the Festival of the Blue Moon.
We humbly look forward to your presence in ushering in a new lunar season that is set to begin on at . We advise that you dress in light, airy clothing and have footwear that will not be damaged by any amount of water. We also advise that you arrive by sunset on the first day of the festivities in order to fully experience the welcoming ceremony.❞
Along the bottom of the letter, the words “Please dip in water and turn over.” is written in neat lettering along the bottom of the invitation card. Once done, the rest of the letter continues as follows:
❝An additional, private gathering will be held at the Aichon Palace throughout the entire event. Overnight accommodations will be provided to all guests with this invitation. We advise you keep it in a safe place, to bring it with you on your travels, and to present it to castle staff upon arrival.
Your host,
Princess Cassandra Tetrarch of Meriburn❞
(for the Kingdom of Greenhaven)
"Morgan--"
"Hold your tongue, my dear brother. If you're going to say anything implying that we will not be attending, keep it to yourself. We are going."
"I do understand your love for festivities, but after the mess with the Empire, I am sure you can understand the hesitation. And aside from that, Cecil and Avelan will be arriving with Mercury soon..."
"We will still be here to greet them, and I do not need to be present the entire time for the start of his education on his gift. At most I only need a few hours so we can discover just what exactly it is!" A cross of the arms. "Plus, they can even come with us, if they feel comfortable with it!"
"Morgan--"
"We're going."
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@sansloii said: The balls on this man–
"Meekness never helped one remain an emperor."
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🕯️ a Royal au Ezra on Cassie ( and Dakota if he wants to )
@sansloii | A candle for your thoughts? | No longer accepting!
"...Between the two of them, it's kind of like...Cassie is a glitteringly bright, warm sun in the middle of the winter; while Dakota is a full moon, hazed over by the heat of the summer."
His face heats up after he says it-- how embarrassing! He doubted that anyone even understood what he meant though, and that almost made it worse, so after a few moments of hesitation, Ezra opened his mouth again to elaborate.
"No matter how life bites at you, pushes and pulls you, makes you crack and break, and become numb like the cold winds in winter, Cassie is always there. Her presence is...hopeful, and reassuring. Even in the worst conditions, she continues to persevere, and spread her warmth and light over everything she can reach. And by doing that, she makes everything else seem that much brighter, too. She can be blinding sometimes-- she's just as strong as Dakota is, after all, so messing with her is a bad idea-- but...you're still drawn in, regardless. That's Cassandra."
"Dakota...she gives off just as much light as Cassie does, but in a different way. Sometimes it's chilling-- frightening, because it's something that isn't easily understood. You don't know what's hidden in that glow, and if you're not careful, she could guide you somewhere that...you can't get out of. But to others, that same glow is calm and familiarity. There's still an air of regal mystery that can't be shaken, but it's also a guide forward. A guide to safety, and...a sort of strength? Both Dakota and Cassandra make me feel like I can get through anything if I work at it, but it's in different ways...it's sort of hard to explain."
"Anyway, Cassie has been my best friend for ages, and even if I'm not as close to Dakota, I don't know what I'd do without either of them. I'm really, really lucky to have them around, and I do my best to be there for them just as much as they are for me."
#sansloii#[Ezra -threads-]#[royalty verse]#*slams my hands down*#they're just so good! And for what!!
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Continued from here | @sansloii
Autumn didn't enjoy lying, but he knew how necessary it was when meeting somebody new. In the end, all of the people he met and fucked weren't going to stay long in his life. He can't even remember the last time he had to own up to a lie to somebody else.
Mmh... but this lie had to come to light so soon? Autumn could pout at how boring it was.
Evan. That was the name the man introduced himself with. Autumn liked how it sounded on his lips. He wanted to put the entirety of him in his mouth, feel him on his skin, and be thrilled with his voice. Soon enough, Evan moved from a one-night stand to a casual partner, earning the privilege of being invited to Autumn's place. Tsk, Autumn even tidied up the place.
Autumn wasn't a heavy sleeper as he had claimed. When a stranger enters your place, you wish to know what they would do if they believed no one was watching. Autumn's lie had been a test, and Evan had failed.
At first, he believed Evan wanted to use the bathroom; perhaps he was thirsty or wanted a bite of something. But when he heard the sound of books and adornments moving around, drawers softly getting closed, and a dim light dancing through the darkness, Autumn had to leave the bed.
Autumn's steps were inaudible, complete silence like a predator in the dark who couldn't lose his prey at any cost. Instead of fangs, Autumn placed a soft kiss on Evan's nape. Instead of claws, Autumn caressed Evan's abdomen and pulled him closer. "Lost something, pretty boy?" Autumn inquired, not stopping his caresses around Evan's torso, leaving a kiss on his shoulder. "You know? Anyone else would call the cops if they caught someone doing what you are." Autumn prompted him to turn, glided his thumb on Evan's cheek, and offered him a brief, unapologetic smile. "But that would be too messy, and we've made a good enough mess for the night, don't you think?"
Autumn held Evan by the hair—firmly, not painfully. Just a small reminder that Autumn is the one in control here, and because he has the upper hand in the situation, Evan is pretty much safe and redeemable at last. "Tell me, handsome. What did you think you were doing?"
If he wanted to, Evan could lie. Autumn would pretend he believed him and return to their fun. Despite everything, Evan looked kind of hot against the dresser, wearing only his underwear and stripped of pretensions. Isn't that what people say intimacy is? To be known and seen for who you truly are and still be worthy of desire.
#sansloii#Autumn/Evan#hello hi#this only took FOREVER#but Im glad you still wish to write with me <3#lmk what you think#if something should change and all that
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What is Nunally's most vivid memory from her childhood? Does she cherish that memory?
Silence. Sometimes interrupted by sobs or high-pitch voices. More rarely by screams.
Sadness.
Sadness is what Nunnally is expected to feel, but the almost-seven-year-old does not. She is almost relieved. Almost happy. If only her buns weren’t that tight. If only they stop hurting so much.
Sadness. That is what she should feel.
Guilt. But instead of sadness, she feels guilt. And shame. That she cannot feel sadness. She isn’t truly understanding of what is happening. Of what happened actually. She mainly understands that the woman she calls her mother is gone, and she’ll never see her again. Does it mean she’d never be slapped again? Or punished because of how she speaks? Or walks? Or hold the pen? Does it mean she won’t be hit on her hands if she picks an incorrect spoon or a wrong fork? Nunnally looks at her hands; still with the faint marks on them. The lasting proof she did wrong and was a bad girl…
Guilt. But it wouldn’t be that bad, would it? Although there were some other moments, too. Rare. Will they be gone too? She doesn’t want them to be gone, too. Why can’t se have one and not another? Because she’s a bad girl?
Sadness. Now it is slowly creeping into her heart. Will now…she be alone? Is it happening because she was not a good girl? Because she was not listening. Nunnally wants to cry, but she cannot; she’s shaking. Frantically. She doesn’t know what is happening to her. She just needs o u t to look for…him. To check if her papa is still there…if he didn’t leave her too because she was a bad girl.
Panic. Nunnally stands up and runs to the door. Her governess tries to stop her. She can hear her screaming something, but Nunnally doesn’t understand the words. She just needs out. Out. Out. Out. To find her papa. Papa! Where is her papa? Papaaaaa!!!!
Defeat: The little girl almost manages to reach the door, when it suddenly opens and something makes her freeze in place. The tall lady dressed all in black. Her cheeks stained with dry tears. ( “Grandmother…” ); Nunnally closes her eyes. She knows what is going to happen, but that is not happening. Why…?
Relief: Instead she hears the voice; the one that she really wants to hear. At first she doesn’t understand the words the voice is saying. They seem so far away. There are also some other voices; a conversation she doesn’t hear. She doesn’t understand. “Papa…” – she thinks she says. Nunnally slowly opens her eyes. Yes, there is papa. But they’re alone now. Her papa is now kneeling in front of her (it happens so rare), and then hugs her slowly and pick her up.
Relief and happiness. She puts her small head on his shoulder. His embrace is strong. And warm. She feels safe. He’s talking again. Now when she’s calmer, she seems to understand more. What is he saying…? That now they’re just the two of them. And that they’ll always have each other. But what does it really mean? That mama is gone? Why is she gone? Is it because Nunnally was such a bad girl.
Guilt. Is it my fault?; she asks. She didn’t want to be a bad girl. She’ll try better. To always choose the right spoon. Not to stutter. Not to fidget. She’ll be perfect…as she should have been. She’ll never run away to the gardens… Or hide in the attic. She’ll do better.
Guilt. It’s not her fault? She doesn’t understand. It is always her fault. She cannot please mama. No matter how much she tries. Mama didn’t leave because of her…? She feels a kiss on her head, on her hair. She sees her grandmother’s displeased face. She clings more to her papa. She’s sleepy. She’s so sleepy…
Negation. It’s just a dream. Everything will be better when she wakes up. She’ll be a good girl, and there’ll be mama and papa.
She’ll always pick the right fork…
She’ll always pick…
…the right fork…
She’ll…
…fork…the right fork…
@sansloii
#[ ask. ]#sansloii#tysm for this ask#and i am so sorry#it took me like years to reply#but i didn't know what should i write first#and then was never satisfied how it was turning out#but finally here we are#it still could be better though#tw#mention of child abuse#parent's death
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11, 23, and 26 for Furie
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⸻scent sensitivity... i don't think he's sensitive to much but the the smell of death; rot, infection, blood, putridity, decay in general, being a necromancer. he can pick up a lot of different things, too, but he's particularly at least aware of death before everything else. well, and magic, too, but that one's a bit harder to explain. it's appearance and feel heavily effect the way it smells to him, but he can pick up on it (he, loux, sortia, and crovita all share this trait, actually; neither vayn nore kaede can sense magic this way).
⸻comfort movie, show, book... i've said this before, but the things that comfort him most are stories, particularly the book, the misadventures of poppy & wick. a good fantasy, however, is something he could curl up with (something like lotr, for example), although he likes a bit of romantic subplot (remember, he was once engaged and very much in love, so that reflects in some of his interests).
⸻favorite munchies... his guilty pleasure is franken-leeches (assorted chocolate variety), but he also really likes cottonmouth cakes, dessert pastries, meat of all kinds, fairy floss (what nightfolk call cotton candy as a snack (cotton candy as a name for the flavor; they're weird, it's for aesthetic)), absinthe, werther's originals unironically, literally grandma purse candies, pork buns, witch-fingers, peppered spiderfly legs, pickled beholder stalks (it's like, the nightfolk equivalent to pig feet; while i'm here, loux likes these too), honestly a lot more 'cause he loves food even if he doesn't have much of an appetite.
#☿ || Asks.#➥ Furie.#sansloii#/ one day the lizard brain will kick in and his headcanons will get real weird#/ i am so sorry#/ tala sent me so many i just blanked r.i.p.
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@sansloii
Uncle Roderick chooses to feed his darling baby niece.
Uncle Roderick!! And he has food!!! Kyrie's just hurriedly crawling over to him.
Nom!
Yummy!
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