truth is my weapon.

[astradar]

vesselize:

‶ oh , i’d love to !  ″  she’s on her feet quickly , palms together and expression beaming. standing still though she is , she almost seems to be bouncing.  

‶ i haven’t gotten to bake anything in a long time , ″   another callback to her nature and life as a homunculi , needing not to eat and oft not afforded the luxury of doing so for its simple pleasure.   ‶ i’m not really an expert , but i know how to follow instructions. so i’ll help however i can ! ″

irisviel follows after him, at first with a spring in her step so that she might meet his stride. already she’s thinking far ahead of herself : fantasizing of sharing the finished dessert with any and all and therein severely overestimating the size of a single cake. positively giddy with the thought , she manages to glance upwards just in time to glean arjuna’s expression.

‶ hehe … you look happy , archer. ″

❝much of cooking has to do with following directions, does it not? surely it won’t be too difficult.❞ confidence breathes in his step & stride, an awful habit of Arjuna’s to constantly overextend where he needn’t. he strives for overperformance—performance for the invisible eyes fixed constantly on his back, assessing the angle of his back & eloquence of the tongue; he’s made remarkable progress since, the voices that once nagged every wrinkle & hair out of place haunt him no longer.

he blinks in surprise to her words ( transparency a still-learning process ), ❝do I?❞ a pause, bashful, his smile widening an inch further, ❝...I, I see. I suppose I am.❞

the kitchen is clean, as to be expected given the sort of Servants oft manning the stoves, but evidence of food thieves remain on the counters: half-eaten & left in disarray. a regret rears its head as he looks apologetically to Irisviel, ❝ah, could you perhaps help with putting these away?❞

[astradar]

gay

no u

[astradar]

the journey is long & arduous: a centuries-long road abound with danger, where loneliness makes itself a familiar friend kept close 'neath his wing ( this would be his third exile, forced far past whatever soil he can consider home ). he closes his eyes, wearied & old in spirit as the presence of the bow in his hands ( fire-bow! hundred-stringed instrument of the gods! ) feels featherweight—accustomed to its presence since his descent from the Himalayas & long before that. time has since become a valuable resource he wields in abundance, learning much of these occultic weapons from the kilometers he's traveled, learning through them—collecting—terrible things forged by beings far older than even he, his birth father among one of them. frightening how many a warrior in the war once took to these horrifying gifts as children to wooden swords & toys, he the most guilty of all.

❝I trust we are both in agreement that we are pursuing a similar goal?❞ a casual toss of the orb—a piece of Eden, as he now knows it—with a perfect catch in his palm. he reclines against the wall, arm outstretched in an Escherian posture. the reflection cast upon ancient gold is predictably distorted, yet it reveals something else in his shadow, the sight of which unnerving him enough to shift attention back to his welcoming host. a ( sardonic ) smile finds its way on his lips. he is accustomed to threats in place of greetings, but few are so swift with the blade to catch even him off guard.

*:･ﾟ★ ☾ @edeneyed​ ➸

[astradar]

*:･ﾟ★ ☾ @misbegodden said: if the man thought he could have a peaceful, quiet day, that thought immediately flies out the window when two particular moon dwellers run to either side of his to gleefully trap him in a tight hug (do i Need to name Them)

the dual collision jostles him enough that he places a hand on each of their backs for support, his smile a phantom manifest upon made victim to an expected onslaught of affection by the two. certainly, he should have expected as much—privy to distance making hearts fonder & the missing stronger with every passing day; after all, it is not just the clinging youths who have missed familiar company.

❝I trust that the two of you were behaving since my departure?❞ he ruffles their hair, smile growing wider—relieved to see that little has since changed.

[astradar]

@vesselize asked: do you mayhaps, by any chance, pray tell, perhaps have any experience driving .. a vimana :^)? not asking for a friend i'm asking for me

❝I do have experience with riding them. as for actually driving, however, I always had my trusted companion Krishna to handle all of that on my behalf. I’m certain that I have a rough understanding of how to pilot one, but I would hate to put you at risk as a passenger.❞

[astradar]

vesselize replied to your post:

   thank you for not refusing to get in a car with me :pensive:   

I am certain you are not as bad at driving as everyone makes you out to be

[astradar]

get in the car we're going shopping for grated casgil

ah, yes, the final ingredient to finish baking our black forest gâteau

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You glanced up at me, eyes swimming with the horror / of yourself.

Paisley Rekdal, from The Invention of the Kaleidoscope; “The Friend” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[toukatan]

the name of this beautiful poison hasn’t yet…

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

My mystery is a simple one: I do not know what being alive is.

Clarice Lispector, from “An Apprenticeship, or, The Book of Delights,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[goodreadss]

I was loving without being loved.

Clarice Lispector (via goodreadss)

[goodreadss]

— I’m in pain all the time. — Where? — Inside. I can’t explain it.

Clarice Lispector,  The Hour Of The Star (via goodreadss)

[saka-dim]

[everyarjuna]

[astradar]

sautea:

   ❝ Of course !  heheh, i was sort of hoping you’d ask. it’s always fun to show this to people. ❞   she ambles a short ways off, presumably to make space. and, like it were a button, she presses her palm down on the object in the opposite hand. it buckles beneath the pressure before she sets it on the ground and takes few strides in retreat.

it’s almost comical, the way it comes into itself not unlike it were some inflatable structure. but even at this size it’s modest at best, like a strange tent fortunate enough to have a door.  

    ❝ tadah ~ ❞  she gestures to it like its peculiarity were its appeal,  ❝ this is the atelier tent !   i made it when i first left my hometown to travel.  ❞   sophie opens the door then, and lets herself in before gesturing an invitation for arjuna to follow suit           ❝ it’s more impressive inside. ❞

and so it is; the interior not so much that of a tent but rather a house three rooms wide. tiled floors with robust walls, shelves of raw materials and a cauldron stand out amongst the furnishings.       ❝ hehe. what do you think ?  i was thinking your quiver is similar in principle to this. ❞

curiosity runs its course, awaiting Sophie's demonstration with nothing to expect save for whatever childlike wonder remained still within him—an innocence he's forgotten after years of wandering in the dense wood. yet for as prepared as one can be for discovering such mysteries, he still manages to be astonished—eyes now wide as the strange mechanism erects the modestly-sized tent afore him.

❝what—❞

perhaps his expectations were scaled too high, admittedly imagining a manse of regal design, but the tent in of itself is as much a miracle even when he, sole wielder of annihilation, knows of divine truth and that which renders a lesser man insane. this spectacle, however, is something else entirely in all of its saccharine whimsy. turned to the creator, he wonder if she's not more than human, mayhaps blessed in some manner by a divine patron. ❝it seems rather compact, I'm not sure if I will...❞ thoughts drop off to the nether as he steps closer, peeking his head inside and stunned to silence.

reason bears little explanation for the surrealism of it all and he wanders like a child in a candy store, too distracted by the well-kept array of materials—of a space larger on the inside than out, ❝I... certainly doubt that my quivers are capable of accomplishing something of this scale, but I understand what you mean...

you place a commendable amount of effort to your craft. I am impressed.❞

[lalalalack]

アルジュナオルタ

[everyarjuna]