꒰ thus summer arrived with a smile꒱ ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ❝ Lysariel, cherish this honey-dipped love. ❞ a moon-blessed swan in heaven, but a lost borzoi on land. ⠀︵⠀⠀⊹ deeply loved by an angel from the stars & justice's guard dog.
﹙ 🎐 ﹚ eighteen. any pronouns. a selfship/spam blog.
REMINDERS ﾉ⠀please remember to read the 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 and 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. leave a like on this post to acknowledge, thank you!
‧˚ ꒰ 🍷 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝓢𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 ° ˖ ／ Planarcadia, The Phantasmoon Games . ────── after her strange disappearance, sunday finds himself face-to-face with the woman who fooled him, his planet, and the astral express.
"you're angry with me," she asks with an indifferent tone. even with the ex-penacony head's iron grin on her tie, she all but remains detached as she tries to break free. "it doesn't suit you."
sunday doesn't reply. he can't think of one as too many thoughts swim in his mind. does he ask for her reasons? if she's a supplicant in the phantasmoon games? what she's plotting with a masked hare? all good questions, but his mind has already decided for him.
"why did you leave?"
it comes out softer, almost like a plea, as if he's holding back an insurmountable amount of tears behind his angry eyes. lysa doesn't reply, only presses her lips into a thin line as her finger ghosts over the collar on her neck.
"i didn't."
"yes, you did!" he counters, voice rising in volume as he tugs her forward. their foreheads nearly touch, noses just barely grazing each other's as sunday continues. "i care not for how you did it, how you fooled even me with your little tricks. but i want to know why. why did you leave?"
why did you leave me?
"oh sunday," she whispers, not condescending, not even teasing. just blank. tilting her head to the side, her teal eyes shine differently under the light of this world, he mentally notes. a little clearer, but no less hard to decipher. and he follows the way they fall to his lips. "you know i can't tell you."
🎨 ⸝⸝ guess who commissioned miyu f.a. again hahaha! it's me if you couldn't tell. i've been planning this commission since. valentines. and i only got around to actually doing it now BYEE. as always, they did such an AMAZING job holy shit i literally have no words. they drew her so well i'm about to start chewing on wet cement atp 💔💔💔 but um yeah!! some major lore changes have happened, hopefully i get to explaining everything in the future.... because its um. a lot.
゛Uwah, panda eyes!”
“Speak for yourself. When was the last time you had proper sleep?”
゛Hm, yesterday maybe?”
“Liar. You weren’t even home yesterday.”
゛Haha, busted~ “
bonus utc!
this has been in the works/planning since february i’m so happy it’s finally finished now T-T
art by the most wonderful zaefar_24 on twt/x <3 pls do not save, repost anywhere else and/or claim as your own! rbs are okay.
‧˚ ꒰ 🍷 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝓢𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 ° ˖ ／ Planarcadia, The Phantasmoon Games . ────── after her strange disappearance, sunday finds himself face-to-face with the woman who fooled him, his planet, and the astral express.
"you're angry with me," she asks with an indifferent tone. even with the ex-penacony head's iron grin on her tie, she all but remains detached as she tries to break free. "it doesn't suit you."
sunday doesn't reply. he can't think of one as too many thoughts swim in his mind. does he ask for her reasons? if she's a supplicant in the phantasmoon games? what she's plotting with a masked hare? all good questions, but his mind has already decided for him.
"why did you leave?"
it comes out softer, almost like a plea, as if he's holding back an insurmountable amount of tears behind his angry eyes. lysa doesn't reply, only presses her lips into a thin line as her finger ghosts over the collar on her neck.
"i didn't."
"yes, you did!" he counters, voice rising in volume as he tugs her forward. their foreheads nearly touch, noses just barely grazing each other's as sunday continues. "i care not for how you did it, how you fooled even me with your little tricks. but i want to know why. why did you leave?"
why did you leave me?
"oh sunday," she whispers, not condescending, not even teasing. just blank. tilting her head to the side, her teal eyes shine differently under the light of this world, he mentally notes. a little clearer, but no less hard to decipher. and he follows the way they fall to his lips. "you know i can't tell you."
🎨 ⸝⸝ guess who commissioned miyu f.a. again hahaha! it's me if you couldn't tell. i've been planning this commission since. valentines. and i only got around to actually doing it now BYEE. as always, they did such an AMAZING job holy shit i literally have no words. they drew her so well i'm about to start chewing on wet cement atp 💔💔💔 but um yeah!! some major lore changes have happened, hopefully i get to explaining everything in the future.... because its um. a lot.
