who are you really?

[beautifys]

                                        B E A U T Y  I S  P O W E R

     independent, private, & selective original character written by audra / kiwi.

[ardencied]

ooc.     starter call! please specify if you have more than one muse ( i’m bad at decisions ), and feel free to like even if we have a current thread! 

[ardencied]

wyldvow​:

*     traveler        /        ardencied​  .

                ❝   we’re below it  .   ❞            kass truly sings for all  ,   doesn’t he   ?     single finger lifts  ,   pointing above without expression’s change    ;    he spotted it hours before while searching from clifftop  ,   would have reached it earlier if not for the rain  .     a breath escapes        ——–        well  ,   she isn’t wrong  ,   though suddenness amuses some of the weariness from his limbs        ——–        hand lowering to placate her  .     ❝   sort of  .     i don’t care about the treasure  ,   but i have a feeling there’s more to the rumor  .     i think i know the solution  .   ❞     or a solution  ,   the monks a curious bunch  .     revali’s gale whistles here    &    no one’s ever discouraged him cutting corners before  .

        ❝   do you want to come   ?     as repayment  .   ❞     a quick amendment  ,   in case pride as a treasure hunter dissuades her  .     ❝   i can carry us both up  .     you’re not afraid of heights   ?   ❞

“ below it?! “ a silent scoff and some recognition to herself for at least being in the right vicinity. mikaela had never been a gifted climber - she tried and tried, but no amount of practice could combat her natural clumsy nature. eventually she just accepted that she would be the kind of treasure hunter that kept to the ground level or perhaps the slightly subterranean if she knew there were no keese involved. 

regardless, her curiosity is peaked, and she leans forward in contemplation - her mind’s eye reflects only ruby and sapphire (diamonds if she should be so lucky), and she had never given a second thought to the riddle; now that she had, she could admit she did want to see it solved. now there was just the matter of making it up in one piece. 

“ you can get us all the way up there, to that ridge? “ the hunter says, peeking out from beneath their shallow housing in disbelief, “ the ride is worth the anxiety if you can give it, just... don’t drop me, okay? “

[ardencied]

blaimed​:

          “ hah, i suppose you’re right. ” he agreed, but with a note of uncertainty. the horizon beyond was home to much unknown but instinct always had a strange way of making the unknown known. “ may i ask… what makes you feel that way? ”

     “ only two situations, really. “ the girl remarks, and considers carefully her options - she has always been quite guarded, never allowing herself to be vulnerable with her emotions (or the ones she understands at least) so perhaps this is good practice. “ when i’m really anxious, or... when i’m with someone i care about. “

[ardencied]

believinghxpe​:

                  “   you have very lovely eyes .    they remind me of my children’s eyes .   it’s a beautiful blue like yours .   ”     /     @ardencied​  sc . 

     “ oh, thank you, “ the girl peeps, quite unused to receiving compliments that weren’t backhanded in some sort of way (magic and kindness don’t exactly go hand in hand when it comes to isolde), mikaela shifts and asks, “ how many children do you have if I may ask? “

[ardencied]

ooc.     i had to make a new disco... anyone who needs/wants it can send me a DM !

[blaimed-a2]

         THIS IS OUR CHANCE TO PREVAIL !!

dimitri alexandre blaiddyd as loved by WINTER.

[foolish--mortal-deactivated2018]

“That storm is beginning to scare me.”

“It’s not looking good. What happens if the power goes out?”

“It’s just a bit of rain, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Oh great. It’s raining.”

“I’m completely soaked!”

“I just love the rain!”

“What, are you going to melt if you get wet?”

“Did you bring an umbrella?”

“I didn’t bring an umbrella.”

“Good thing I brought an umbrella!”

“I’ve always loved thunderstorms.”

“I’ve always hated thunderstorms.”

“We’ll just have to wait here until it passes.”

“We should go out and make a snowman!”

“All I want to do is sit and watch the snow fall.”

“I hate snow.”

“I love snow!”

“I’m freezing!”

“I can see my breath.”

“Are you cold?”

“Do you want my scarf? You look cold.”

“We could be stuck in here for days thanks to this storm.”

“It’s too hot to do anything.”

“Please tell me you brought sunscreen.”

“I don’t need sunscreen, I’m fine.”

“You could fry an egg on the sidewalk.”

“It’s hot as hell out.”

“Oh you won’t need a jacket!”

“The weather is so beautiful today.”

“It’s perfect outside, let’s go for a walk.”

“C’mon, let’s go get some air.”

“I’ve always loved autumn weather.”

“Finally, the leaves are starting to turn.”

“Bring a jacket, it’s chilly out today!”

“I told you that you should’ve brought a jacket.”

[ardencied]

[ardencied]

ooc.     starter call! please specify if you have more than one muse ( i’m bad at decisions ), and feel free to like even if we have a current thread! 

[ardencied]

fallendom​:

▶ @ardencied​  REQUESTED  A  STARTER.

FOOTSTEPS draw near around the empty hallways, leaving the sounds of two lurking … including himself. Sometimes the PRIDEFUL demon can’t help but wonder where this curiosity lies, why HUMANS never fail to be this predictable. The moment they obtain something delightful in their dull existence, they immediately reach for it without considering the consequences. Their behavior is some light entertainment for LUCIFER though some limitations are put forth in order to preserve the DEMON LORD’S reputation. Vermilion hues kept their intent gaze before light steps that wandered around, very bunny-like he must confess. He narrowed a gaze to see where the steps have brought them  ——  forbidden stairways upon the sibling’s calling. A scoff escapes with the full intention of inviting the human into possible danger, solely to grow delighted in SADISM sentiments. They were brushed away the moment a demon’s body appeared and gives off that usual smile before her.  ❛ I see no reason for you to be wandering about this late at night. If you’re having difficulties SLEEPING, perhaps I could prepare you some strong tea. ❜

body draws back on instinct, feeling the fear, the paranoia seep into her bones at his swift appearance. she had never been so adventurous in her exhaustion, it was almost as if she was being led by hand - a rather warm feeling for a soft tug toward oblivion. now, more often than not, she can hear the witch's voice - and make no mistake, it is not mikaela who wishes to see the top of those stairs, but the stirring energy taking refuge in her bones.

     “ lucifer... fancy meeting you here -- “

[ don't say more than you need to, ] the deity warns, though it sounds more like a demand than a request, [ suspicion will only set us back further. ]

" tea? ah, well… how strong is it? " she asks and her gaze settles at the top of the spiral staircase before darting back toward his own, never eager to meet his dangerous hues head-on, " i’m a bit of a heavy sleeper is all. it's already quite late - I assume you wouldn't want me sleeping the whole day away. or, well… maybe you'd prefer it. "

[sienasiesta-deactivated20210225]

[ardencied]

it rains again. storms seem to follow in her wake, lighting fierce and bright, thunder loud and commanding - she had liked the rain once, but after the war it felt sullied. it brought with it the taste of blood on her teeth, and the feel of her sword made slick between her fingers. 

her armor is swollen and heavy, hair refusing to be tamed, but worst of all - the rain had soaked straight through her shoes. having found a shallow cave at the depths of the mountains, she stripped down to her under armor, and optimistically laid her things out to dry. fire was a bit trickier as she had to convince the evil power lurking in her bones to let her borrow some of it's magic, but she made it work. however, even in the warmth of the flame, there seemed a supernatural chill in the air tonight.

" why does it always have to be so cold? can't we have a nice summer monsoon or… how about no storm at all for once? " / @cascaed​ / for eritai.

[ardencied]

mikaela atkins has more than one curse; there may be an ancient witch inhabiting her bones, but in addition to the obvious she had always been plagued by her indecisiveness. perfectionism: her inability to admit that perhaps, even if the decision she made didn't turn out for the best, she didn't need the best. That maybe the good things in her life shouldn't rest so entirely on her ability to control them. 

" are you sure? " 

a huff followed by a half-turn to the mirror - she had never liked her hips and she particularly hated them in the outfit Zarina had chosen for her. but - then again, it wasn't like she had liked anything she herself had picked. 

" isn't it? I dunno, a little… revealing? " @zorkaya​ / sc.

[ardencied]

mika’s inheritance & isolde’s soul siphon:

     mikaela was led to believe that she inherited isolde’s soul in a cycle of reincarnation that could not be prevented - however, their union is the result of an ancient curse placed upon the family that eradicated the coven of the ky’roc. before isolde’s death, she sent forth a curse that would allow her to bind herself to the 1,000th born soul of the family. mikaela’s soul, in this case.

     the more time passes, the more of mikaela’s soul the witch can claim - isolde purposely gave her the task of solving an ancient murder mystery knowing that her own ancestors were the culprits. With most of mikaela’s family dead or missing, she has no chance of discovering the truth; the harder she tries to save herself, the weaker she becomes - the clock ticks toward oblivion.

[ardencied]

“ request an audience, hah. “

     it figures that the all-powerful sorcerer of izenyol - master paradox, to her, as his guard had so politely reminded - would be hidden away within of the grand castle of a kingdom that towered before her like an ominous reminder that soon too her own light would be cast with an infallible darkness. it was foolish to expect to be let within the vicinity of the castle what with the dark title that followed her like a lifelong trauma after the war, the terror of y’altair - she was fortunate enough to find that her wrongdoings had not followed her across the sea, but... making it to the castle and making it into the castle were two very different things. 

“ i’m well and truly doomed... “ / @cascaed​ for zinthlo.

[ardencied]

wyldvow​:

                ❝   not the    …    whole time  ,   ❞            motions yield to tugs  ,   insistence a trait of the wilds  ,   as hues rake rock’s underbelly  .     greenery  ,   smooth to jagged stone    ;    erosion  ,   mind supplies  ,   in a voice not his own————        ❝   thank you  .   ❞     free again  ,   signing resumes  ,   rising smile grateful    &    restless  .        (    it’s rare he stops before the aching makes him  ,   rare that anything        ——–        soreness  ,   exhaustion  ,   the weather        ——–        registers beyond a vague itch   :     haven’t you wasted enough time  ,   hero   ?    )        ❝   you don’t feel cramped with me here   ?   ❞

“ cramped? oh - well, it’s a barely a cave so the expectations were already low... “

     eyes struggle to adjust - admittedly, it had been quite some time since she had last needed to interpret forms such as these. how often had she communicated with the swing of a sword or back of the hand that she could no longer read the language of his calloused fingertips? long enough to make a difference, that much was for certain.

“ i was looking for a larger one, actually - there’s a local legend about this rock face; ‘ treasure beyond compare if just by using air ‘ - or... something cryptic like that anyway. wait a minute  - don’t tell me you’re here for the treasure too? “