you've always been a bit slow, to be honest.

freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.

[arboriasprodigy]

isoladune‌:

arboriasprodigy‌:

𝕧eronica looked up sympathetically at the man. she sensed a slight bit of animosity in his expression before he’d gotten a good look at her, though, and thought it probably went away once he saw the way she looked. as long as he didn’t mention it, though, she wouldn’t say anything.

— ❝ not at all. i’ve been in your place before. though i don’t know too much myself, i can tell you that this place is called spirale. everyone here is from different, like, worlds. if i may be so bold as to ask…what’s yours like? ❞

That’s a lot of information to take in. Everyone from different worlds…what could that even really mean? Despite the many supernatural phenomenons Dune had experienced, he had never considered the idea of different dimensions or anything like that.

“My…world? Pretty average, I suppose. Cities full of people, mythical creatures, and hybrids of the two. Powers are fairly common there, but for the most part the really strong people become heroes. They do cause a lot of trouble sometimes…”

Dune trailed off, thinking about SPOON and his home. He did miss his friends and family a lot, but he resolved to try to put that out of his mind for the moment.

“What’s yours like?”

— ❝ i wouldn’t quite call that average, ❞ veronica began, a bit taken aback by his description. she’d met people from all kinds of different places, and every new thing she learned had rattled her quite a bit. what was average for someone else wasn’t quite “average” for her. for example...

— ❝ what do you mean by hybrids? ❞ the infodump was confusing, but she thought it also incredibly interesting. 

— ❝ well, that explanation can wait! ❞ she exclaimed, after being asked about the world she came from. she mentally rubbed her grubby little hands together. she loved talking up anything relating to herself, and that included her world.

— ❝ i come from a place called erdrea. “bustling cities”, at least on the level that i think you’re getting at are...few and far between. there are more smaller towns. it’s full of magic and monsters and at the center there’s a big old world tree called yggdrasil, and every leaf on it represents the life of someone living in erdrea. ❞ it sounded like a world from a fantasy story. because, like, that’s what it was. 

[arboriasprodigy]

wanderingdoctorfaust‌:

[[ starter call response: @arboriasprodigy​ ]]

As soon as he turned the corner, Faust could feel the magical energy signature thrumming through the air. Magic was thrumming nearly everywhere in this spiraling city, he couldn’t exactly explain what was different here. It was just something in a whole different class. It only took him a second or so to properly trace it as he strolled.

And then he stopped.

“Young lady…may I ask where you received such powerful magic?”

𝕧eronica, surprisingly, didn’t notice the extremely tall individual until he spoke, which was rather odd considering she wasn’t even all that engrossed in the vaguely incomprehensible graffiti on the wall she’d been staring at. 

𝕨hen she did hear him speak, she turned around - and craned her neck only slightly painfully to try to get a look at his face. it didn’t work. obviously. 

— ❝ uh.... ❞ she began thoroughly startled, before clearing her throat and continuing.  ❝ powerful...oh! yeah. right. yes, yes, i am an extremely powerful mage. except for the fact i can’t use my magic right now. but you must have a trained eye to be able to recognize my expertise from one look! ❞ she finished smugly.

[arboriasprodigy]

isoladune‌:

dune startled, not having heard veronica approaching. he turned around quickly, intending to interrogate the newcomer in order to figure out his situation. upon seeing her uh…stature, however, he quickly readjusted.

“yes, i did. would you mind telling me where, exactly I’ve showed up?”

something about this child seemed familiar to him, but he decided to follow that train of thought later, and instead focus on gathering information.

𝕧eronica looked up sympathetically at the man. she sensed a slight bit of animosity in his expression before he’d gotten a good look at her, though, and thought it probably went away once he saw the way she looked. as long as he didn’t mention it, though, she wouldn’t say anything.

— ❝ not at all. i’ve been in your place before. though i don’t know too much myself, i can tell you that this place is called spirale. everyone here is from different, like, worlds. if i may be so bold as to ask...what’s yours like? ❞

[arboriasprodigy]

isoladune‌:

dune slowly opened his eyes, blinking away what felt like the crust of sleep, only to find himself staring at a clear blue sky, rather than the ceiling of his bedroom at home. sitting up, he began to take stock of his new (and quite unfamiliar) surroundings.

@arboriasprodigy​

𝕧eronica stared blankly at the man who’d just woken up, having been walking by and looking lazily up at the sky. she had noticed him stand up and looked over. 

𝕤he mulled over whether she should approach him or not, and eventually decided that was a good idea. she’d hated not having anyone when she’d first shown up, so she thought she’d spare him the trouble.

— ❝ hey! are you, uh...new? like did you just show up? ❞

𝕚t wasn’t the most intelligent thing to say, but it would suffice. 

[arboriasprodigy]

pleasemymel0dy‌:

“Hm…My Melo doesn’t know…but Spirale is a mysterious place. An elusive roommate just adds to the mystery..!” My Melody walked back over to Veronica, then set the cake down on the table in front of her. Well, it was a bit depressing that My Melody didn’t have a roommate to share her cooking with, but at least Veronica was here now! 

After cutting a slice for her guest, the tiny bunny cut herself a slice and then finally sat down to enjoy her snack. “Oh! There’s also tea in this pot if you’d like some.” She gestured to the pink teapot that was sitting next to the cake. My Melody thought that the cake itself was delicious, but she still had to ask Veronica what she thought of it. “Mm tasty! Do you like it miss Veronica?“

𝕖ven though the cake had looked impressive, veronica couldn’t say she had been sure it would be any good. after all, she’d had plenty of food that looked tasty, but then when it came to try it...she’d shudder at the thought. 

𝕤he tentatively took a slice of the cake and then a bite of it, and her eyes widened. it was great. 

— ❝ it’s fantastic! thank you so much! ❞ she exclaimed, nodding profusely.  ❝ you made this yourself, right? ❞

[arboriasprodigy]

Disgaea: Hour of Darkness Ask Meme

Laharl: What does your muse's laugh sound like?

Etna: If your muse had to rate their attractiveness on a scale of 1 to 10, what would they rank themselves?

Flonne: Who or what does your muse love the most?

Gordon: What's the most heroic thing your muse has ever done? Do they consider that action heroic?

Jennifer: How good of a tinkerer/mechanic is your muse?

Thursday: Would your muse sacrifice themselves for someone even if they knew they couldn't come back after OR go to the afterlife?

Kurtis: Does your muse have any grudges? Could they ever learn to forgive them?

Mid-Boss: How good of a parent do you think your muse would be? If they are a parent, are they a good one?

Vulcanus: Does your character hold any prejudices?

Lamington: Does your muse believe in God?

Priere: How powerful is your muse?

Marjoly: How is your muse's perception of themselves versus what they're really like?

Baal: What is your muse scared of the most?

Pleinair: How good is your muse with a gun?

Prinny: If your muse died, do you think they'd go to heaven or hell?

[ask-meme-addicts]

"The Picture of Dorian Gray" sentence starters

❝ There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. ❞

❝ The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. ❞

❝ We shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. ❞

❝ I have grown to love secrecy. ❞

❝ Your cynicism is simply a pose. ❞

❝ You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages. ❞

❝ Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. ❞

❝ I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. ❞

❝ A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. ❞

❝ Is that very vain of me? I think it is rather vain. ❞

❝ None of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves. ❞

❝ I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world. ❞

❝ There is nothing that art cannot express. ❞

❝ The harmony of soul and body—how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. ❞

❝ My heart shall never be put under their microscope. ❞

❝ It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue. ❞

❝ I feel that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.” ❞

❝ In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. ❞

❝ Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. ❞

❝ People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. ❞

❝ Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. ❞

❝ Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. ❞

❝ The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. ❞

❝ Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ❞

❝ You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know. ❞

❝ Wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so? ❞

❝ Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. ❞

❝ Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. ❞

❝ You like your art better than your friends. ❞

❝ I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. ❞

❝ Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. ❞

❝ Credit is the capital of a younger son, and one lives charmingly upon it. ❞

❝ Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. ❞

❝ The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. ❞

❝ I can sympathize with everything except suffering. ❞

❝ Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different. ❞

❝ Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes. ❞

❝ You are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing. ❞

❝ I am always late on principle, the principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. ❞

❝ I adore it, but I am afraid of it. It makes me too romantic. ❞

❝ Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing. ❞

❝ Passion is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. ❞

❝ If I ever did a crime, I would come and confess it to you. You would understand me. ❞

❝ When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. ❞

❝ There is always something infinitely mean about other people’s tragedies. ❞

❝ I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. ❞

❝ People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity. ❞

❝ The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. ❞

❝ It often happens that when we think we were experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves. ❞

❝ Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ❞

❝ To be in love is to surpass one’s self. ❞

❝ Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window. ❞

❝ Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; springtime for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies. ❞

❝ I shudder at the thought of being free. ❞

❝ I know you would never harm anyone I love, would you? ❞

❝ Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives. ❞

❝ Of course, it is sudden—all really delightful things are. ❞

❝ The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. ❞

❝ Unselfish people are colourless. They lack individuality. ❞

❝ You are much better than you pretend to be. ❞

❝ I cannot understand how anyone can wish to shame the thing he loves. ❞

❝ When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy. ❞

❝ The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich. ❞

❝ Being adored is a nuisance. ❞

❝ You are dreadful! I don’t know why I like you so much. ❞

❝ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit. ❞

❝ Love is a more wonderful thing than art. ❞

❝ There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating—people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing. ❞

❝ The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. ❞

❝ I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. ❞

❝ You taught me what reality really is. ❞

❝ You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. ❞

❝ I have grown sick of shadows. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you were to me, once. ❞

❝ You have spoiled the romance of my life. ❞

❝ Without your art, you are nothing. ❞

❝ There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. ❞

❝ There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. ❞

❝ I can’t bear the idea of my soul being hideous. ❞

❝ You cut life to pieces with your epigrams. ❞

❝ Things like that make a man fashionable in Paris. But in London people are so prejudiced. ❞

❝ One should never make one’s début with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an interest to one’s old age. ❞

❝ How extraordinarily dramatic life is! ❞

❝ I don’t think I am heartless. Do you? ❞

❝ The moment she touched actual life, she marred it, and it marred her. ❞

❝ Life has everything in store for you, ❞

❝ We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful. ❞

❝ If one doesn’t talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things. ❞

❝ You must not tell me about things. What is done is done. What is past is past. ❞

❝ I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them. ❞

❝ You talk as if you had no heart, no pity in you. ❞

❝ if I told you, you might like me less than you do, and you would certainly laugh at me. I could not bear your doing either of those two things. ❞

❝ Your friendship is dearer to me than any fame or reputation. ❞

❝ You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. ❞

❝ Whatever I have done that is good, I owe to you. ❞

❝ There is something fatal about a portrait. It has a life of its own. ❞

❝ Perhaps one should never put one’s worship into words. ❞

❝ There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance. ❞

❝ It has a corruption of its own, worse than the corruption of death itself—something that would breed horrors and yet would never die. ❞

❝ The past can always be annihilated. ❞

❝ How exquisite life had once been! How gorgeous in its pomp and decoration! Even to read of the luxury of the dead was wonderful. ❞

❝ Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities. ❞

❝ I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else. ❞

❝ I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty. ❞

❝ You don’t want people to talk of you as something vile and degraded. ❞

❝ You must not say things like that. They are horrible, and they don’t mean anything. ❞

❝ You have had more to do with my life than you think. ❞

❝ Each of us has heaven and hell in him. ❞

❝ Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. ❞

❝ Keep your horrible secrets to yourself. They don’t interest me any more. ❞

❝ What is it to me what devil’s work you are up to? ❞

❝ I wish you had a thousandth part of the pity for me that I have for you. ❞

❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞

❝ I am not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked. ❞

❝ It is perfectly monstrous, the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one’s back that are absolutely and entirely true. ❞

❝ Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men. ❞

❝ Everybody I know says you are very wicked. ❞

❝ I like men who have a future and women who have a past. ❞

❝ Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast. ❞

❝ He atones for being occasionally somewhat overdressed by being always absolutely overeducated. He is a very modern type. ❞

❝ What do you want? Money? Here it is. Don’t ever talk to me again. ❞

❝ Each man lives his own life and pays his own price for living it. ❞

❝ The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for. ❞

❝ I think that it is better to be beautiful than to be good. But on the other hand, no one is more ready than I am to acknowledge that it is better to be good than to be ugly. ❞

❝ To be popular one must be a mediocrity. ❞

❝ We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible. ❞

❝ I wish I could love, but I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the desire. ❞

❝ My own personality has become a burden to me. ❞

❝ Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. ❞

❝ The world has always worshipped you. It always will worship you. ❞

❝ Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets. ❞

❝ The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all. ❞

❝ The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history. ❞

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Send “#b” and I’ll shuffle my music player, and use my favorite line from the next song as a starter!

[arboriasprodigy]

MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

BOLD WHATEVER APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE. Add stuff and even change the format to your liking! Naturally, repost; don’t reblog!

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. transatlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs (worms). big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance. conspiracies. a dark past. deadly mistakes.

[arboriasprodigy]

❖ aren't you sick of this place?

send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.

— ❝ incredibly. i want to go home as soon as possible. ❞

[charmingsecretary]

Drag-On Quest [Closed]

[arboriasprodigy]

charmingsecretary‌:

“There you go, that’s it! Now, click on the button with ‘Spirazon Wallet’ underneath. You should be able to scan your phone and have your payment go through that way.”

She realizes that she may have missed a crucial step in the ordering process. Namely, the part where you order something, if the blank checkout screen is anything to go by. 

“Say, what exactly were you going to order? I’d like to move things along, if you don’t mind me asking…”

She is doing the cashier a considerable favor. She hopes that they give her a medal for this.

𝕧eronica nodded along with her instructions, furrowing her brows in slight confusion but more or less understanding. 

— ❝ wallet...scanning...right, yeah, okay. makes sense. got it. ❞  she paused when she heard the question about what she was going to order, and took a sharp breath. 

— ❝ i... i’m not sure. uh... ❞ veronica took a short glance at the menu and bit her lip.  ❝ the...um... ❞ she stammered, looking impotently at her empty order.

— ❝ i don’t know! what would you recommend? ❞

[meme-archive]

send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.

[arboriasprodigy]

losingmyjustice‌:

Clive was about to say something, but didn’t. Technically, it IS a coup, although, yknow, it’s a term he never used to describe it. Then again, not like he ever has an opportunity to talk about his part out loud back home. That’s just what happens when you work behind the scenes.

With that, he continued listening to the little girl’s bragging, clearly catching— although not pointing out— the part where she nearly mentioned losing.

“So basically your life is one like from these Magical Girls in Cartoons,” he commented, slightly amused. Clive never watches these, so he can’t name an example— Happens when you stop listening after the first seconds from other colleagues’ pointless ramblings.

“It’s…quite a life none I know could ever imagine, I suppose. Not just because the concept of magic is foreign to us.”

𝕤he huffed fustratedly, scratching her head. all of these things people had been talking about that she didn’t understand were really starting to bother her. she both wanted to know more and never speak of them at the same time - lest she look silly for her lack of understanding.

— ❝ all these nonsense concepts are really starting to get to me, ❞ veronica groaned.  ❝ i mean, i guess you could call me a ‘magical girl’, but, really, the correct term is mage. i don’t know anything about ‘cartoons’ either. ❞

— ❝ it seriously baffles me that you know nothing of magic, seriously. i mean, your life must be horribly difficult to navigate. ❞

[arboriasprodigy]

newcomer ==> dwarf

— ❝ what the hell is the internet. ❞

[arboriasprodigy]

had to take a mental health break oops. i didnt notice how long id been gone lol.

ill get to replies asap!!

[charmingsecretary]

Drag-On Quest [Closed]

[arboriasprodigy]

charmingsecretary‌:

This may be the last time Susie waits in line like an ordinary customer. From now on, she’s going to order online to avoid the inconvenience of waiting.

The reason she’s considering this lifestyle choice is a little girl in front of her at SpiraleBucks. She’s around her own height, though Susie knows young humans tend to be around this tall. Susie’s never met a child as verbose as this, either, though she doesn’t deal with children on a regular basis.

She doesn’t know why the cashier’s not being any help. Is it some sort of policy? Regardless, it’s time that Susie took matters into her own extremities.

“Excuse me, miss? Did you happen to receive a small, rectangular device? It’s what you use to pay with here.”

She hasn’t picked this up by now?

@arboriasprodigy​

𝕧eronica had been arguing with the cashier for far too long. but she didn’t feel like letting up. not before she got something out of it. by now it was a lot of the same things, after asking what coffee...was, primarily things along the lines of “what do you mean i can’t pay with gold?!” 

𝕚t was a bit of a surprise when she was approached by the...woman? veronica wasn’t going to ask. not here, anyway.

— ❝ small...rectangular...dev...ice? ❞ she sounded it out confusedly, looking absolutely dumbfounded, until it clicked. that weird thing she’d awoken with and never bothered to look at! of course!

— ❝ is...is this it? ❞ she produced the cell phone, cold to the touch, as she hadn’t bothered with it after she’d first seen it.

[arboriasprodigy]

bloodfamine‌:

  …Wow. Can’t say that’s exactly the language he expected from someone who looked like they could be an elementary schooler. He almost looked bashful at the start, flinching with surprise, ready to defend himself.   But two could play at that game; he’s more experienced with cheap on-the-spot insults than anyone else he knows. As Lucian pulls himself up, brushing dust off of his jacket, he glares down at the girl.

  “I’m pretty sure that gremlins are only supposed to come out at night,” he snips, grinding a heel into the ground beneath.

𝕤he continued glaring up at him and generally looking rather pissed and unpleasant. she had hoped he would back off after being yelled at, but that certainly wasn’t the case.

— ❝ i don’t know what a gremlin is, but you look like you skinned a dracky and stuck it on your head thinking it was fashionable! ❞ she exclaimed, as if he would know anything about the monsters from her world, and placed her hands square on her hips stubbornly. clearly, she wasn’t going to back down. a silent challenge to a battle of words...or something.