❝ \ĒOSTRE.

'mika? fuck that witch.'

[shcerbatskaya]

APOLLO AND ARTEMIS ft. HERMES (BLOOD OF ZEUS, 2020)

[musxcforlyf-closed-blog]

‘ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ’

[eostreous]

YUUKI.

The lady has always displayed an eccentric behavior, and sometimes she’d caught him off guard. Yuuki is a little oversensitive, though. A little touch would send electricity down his spine, enough to make him feel uncomfortable on his place. Fun.. Yuuki attempted his best to trace their memories but he could not quite seem to connect the dots. How did he met her? He couldn’t remember no matter how hard he tried. "Yeah? Sure, she’s fun to be with.. and I can’t represent everyone else but I do like your company. “ He replied, honestly. Perhaps, one thing that drew ladies to him was this trait. ” Though, only on rare occasions when you’re slightly normal. “ Yuuki added teasingly. 

Most occasion of them drinking were either on his place, or hers. And some other time, spent outside on some uncrowded bars. During her drunk moments, however, Yuuki repeatedly received secondhand embarrassment whenever they’re out on public. And most importantly, he’d offer more brotherly duties on this lady than on his own reserved little step sister. "Damn.. ” He rested his head on his palm with his elbow plopped over his knee, upper body leaned forward while facing Mika. “Alright. Let me tell you then. One time, you laughed yourself off for no reason. Way too loud that everyone had their head turned to our direction. Hell, I wouldn’t know what got into that head of yours. Next, you’d sob, and guess what? I just looked like I made a lady cry. The other time, you stepped over the tabletop and you almost took off your clothes…. you don't know how I almost went crazy there trying to stop you. But luckily, you started dancing instead when an upbeat Music started to play on the background. ” He shook his head once more at the memory. “See? These were the troubles you’ve brought me. Not sure why I even bother drinking with you right at this moment." 

a little snicker slipped past those cherry red lips. a swan song of an unknown lullaby to the human ears. matsuda mika –– how LONG had she lived as this persona? probably even LONGER than the human in front of her. she had her head resting on her hand, elbow propped lazily on the table on which empty beer cans rested. even THEN, even then, she was aphrodite in all her beauty. something intoxicating like summer wine, something stirred you deep. she was NOT human, never forget that. “i love my company too,” the sentence was said in an almost hollow voice though her smile and guile stayed, never wavering, never faltering. I LOVE MY COMPANY TOO. because for someone whose job was to take hearts, whose company could she rely on but her own’s. it’s not like mika had any other choice but to LOVE her own company. laughter was always the sound of silver bells on a christmas morning. something a tad warm on an otherwise cold weather. and she LAUGHED, how she laughed at the stories. “i did all that? perhaps my favorite would be when i made you look like you made a girl cried. OH but you probably have done that way too often already...” the smile was a prefixed thing on her face. she was never seen without. she was a witch and what’s a witch without the smile that lure people to their deaths. she was a beauty trap. an act of a defenseless little thing never failed to capture the heart of another. should she take his? but she rather liked his company. “and YET here i am, never once have i seen you drunk. it’s unfair, isn’t it?” “maybe––” she started after her half-drunken giggles subdued into silence. “maybe you liked seeing me drunk. don’t you think? maybe you want to let loose like i do.”

[eostreous]

my deepest condolences to jonghyun, his family and friends, and all his fans. i still can’t quite process this news and i’m not sure if i can? may his soul find the peace that he couldn’t find here. rest in peace jonghyun, thank you for shining so brightly for us in this lifetime. 

[eostreous]

MIO.

“ I hate waiting so much. Hate, hate, hate it! And I really try not to use that word. ”

s.c. / @eostreous

dark eyes never looked so romantic before her –– gleaming, tantalizing. ALLURING dark eyes and lips like summer wine. mika met the other’s gaze. hers, frustrated. hers, twinkled. she smiled and sat down next to the other’s. nails as red as hearts, slid down a prettily wrapped chocolates the other’s way. charming was her smile and the veil of apology and understanding (not sincere. she was never sincere. it was a word that had been erased from her dictionary a LONG time ago. but humans didn’t realize. humans were simple and she loved them all the more for it. dearests and darlings).

“perhaps some chocolates would do to calm you down? how long have you been waiting for, dear girl? and pray tell, for who?”

[eostreous]

EREBUS.

erebus was never truly one to be callous with his words – he always exuded POISE, and profanities were beneath him. yet as always, an exception to his dignified mannerisms was the lady – girl, she would never be deemed a lady in his  eyes – who now held a firm grip on his wrist, tugging him along however she pleased down the streets past other pedestrians.

❝ fucking shit , mika . some people have obligations , you know , people to meet , matters to attend to ? i don’t have time to go around and follow you shopping ! ❞

what a surprise, the personification of darkness was gloomy and bleak himself. one couldn’t even count numerically the amount of things erebus would rather pass the opportunity on and it wasn’t a surprise that shopping was one of them. what with all the brightly illuminated stores and glaringly vibrant displays; if he had to wear sunglasses even for just a casual stroll, there was no doubt he’d suffer worse fates under the blaring ceiling lights of retail stores and other mainstream outlets.

he could already feel a MIGRAINE begin to fester right between his eyebrows. whether it be because of the sun’s insistent rays or simply the mere thought of more radiance, erebus hadn’t the slightest amount of patience to decipher the tantalizing mystery. ❝ mikaaa❞ the call of her name was a long drawl increasing in volume towards the end – a crescendo well executed. see, even with the childish whine in his voice, he was profound and with class. ignoring his earlier obscenity, of course. // @eostreous​

though she WOULD never admit it –– oh, OH, well, perhaps to erebus it might had slipped under the soft, lulls of intoxication –– but mika truly do liked the GOD. it was the mere fact that he would never forget her. he would never leave her behind with a pile of HEARTS, crystallized and rich in color, yet leaving her all the more hollow. like a QUEEN with only a crown.

there was SAFETY with erebus, something she could not have with anyone else. something so precious, if she ever deserved to have such a thing still after all the thing that she’d done, all the trouble and the disgrace that she’s caused.

her movements were poetry, a sharp elegance, a daydream of something otherworldly. and by the GODS of the HIGH HEAVENS she was otherworldly, quite LITERALLY. cherry red lips and rose cheeks. when she smiled, it was full of GUILE. enchanted, enchanted!! all the humans were left enchanted. oranges and even pink hearts plucked out of the humans around them, but erebus’s stayed empty and mika liked it. 

                  WHAT’S A WITCH TO A GOD? she liked it.

“aH ––” she sighed. mika had the whole universe in her veins and when she spoke, stars spilled from those red red lips. “and you have ALL the time in this WORLD to do it. non, mon cher, scratch that, the concept of time doesn’t even EXIST to you.“ perfectly manicured, but bare nails dragged down erebus’s shirt. black. like night. 

then, shoving a red dress and a tan of the same style, she grinned. it was not with the ALLURE she smiled to others, no, mika’s smile to erebus as she proceeded to ask, “now, do tell –– which is better?” was something a touch childish. an innocence long thought to be gone.

[eostreous]

dreamsled:

sun or moon? stars or clouds? sea or sky? silk or velvet? sunrise or sunset? early morning or late night? wood or steel? oceans or rivers? snow or rain? diamonds or pearls? pastel or primary colors? gold or rose gold? rosé or wine?

[eostreous]

i’ve finished my dossier page (which includes rules, bio, realm info, and her little backstory). i have yet to finish the verses and tags page, but that’s a bit easier. so check it out here and some status info here !!

[eostreous]

@chaosrvgns

#{ tbh the main reason why i wanted to try formatting was for that last mikaaa

HONORED, HONOREEEED!!

[youngwiife]

independent book && headcanon based lise bolkonskaya née meinen, from leo tolstoy’s war & peace. oc and crossover friendly. slow replies.  ** as scripted by nyx. 

[eostreous]

i am actually going to try and do my verses tab perhaps sometimes later today and a whole theme makeover. hopefully my jun rises back from the grave but unlikely.

[musxcforlyf-closed-blog]

‘ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ’

[eostreous]

( YUUKI.)

Always. He had to escort the younger female, or should he say a previous co-worker of his [when he had worked his ass off as a temporary office worker for 6 months],  whenever she wished to hang out.   Perhaps he had a weakness against this sort of  lady? Strangely, Yuuki just could not say ‘no’ to her. Most especially when they were out drinking tonight for her late birthday celebration he could care less about ( but has to pretend he is, what a pity).

“I love drunk me, but I don’t trust her.”

For fuck’s sake, he muttered under his breathe. Of course the drunk lady loved getting herself in trouble, drinking beyond her limits. “Of course, who would trust her? No one. All she brings is anything but trouble to her company, ” he sneered at her, shrugging. “ Also known as me. But drink to your heart’s content tonight. ” After all, his kindness wins over his sarcasm at times. It’s the lady’s day after all, which is also why he’s out here tonight.

Finally he reached for the draft beer that sat untouched in front of him, taking a miniscule sip of it then placing it back. “Do you even remember the things you end up doing when drunk?” He shook his head as he recalled some of them himself; a flash of secondhand embarrassment came flooding back at him.

when she smiled, there was a twinkler in her eyes –– though that was not quite true. her eyes always twinkled, always sparkled. glinting against the dark colors of her eyes like something you shouldn’t approach, but never failed to lure you in with promises of sweetness and gentle caresses. she was a GODDESS with only speaks of prophecies of destruction. she was persephone drenched in power, the crown of hades in her hands. 

human’s emotion was always so easy to control, their affection something she basked and bathed in until she got drunk off of them. then she took her heart and everything was reset back to zero. she LEANED IN. painted nails stroked yuuki’s cheeks most chastely but nothing was ever innocent with her. NO. she was a far cry from a portrait of innocence, she was hell masked as heaven. she was poetry of the end of the world written with such pretty words. “ah –– but isn’t her company pleasing? don’t everyone love her? don’t you? could i make you love her?” she drawled, her voice heavy like honey, like the musk of summer thick on your skin, memories of sunrays and days long gone were always romanticized. 

blinked once, twice. blinked the drowsiness of her eyes, the intoxication of her eyes –– not quite. “you’re always so nice to me, yuuki.” said she after a while. cherry red lips smiled in without guile this time. something a touch demure. just a touch, nothing more. then, tilted her head to the side, and rolled it back as she threw herself back to lean on the sofa, “no? i don’t –– tell me stories of what this girl does when she’s drunk, hm?”

[ignisfatvs]

the four horsemen: inconsistent activity, getting locked out of your account, drafts in the double digits, replies that you started but only ever wrote one sentence for

[ignisfatvs]

                                   better the DEVIL you know                                           than the devil you don’t

                                          original character. literate. selective.                                           reblog + follow to plot.

[eostreous]

kinslvyer

@eostreous hello, is it me you’re looking for

❛ oh is this what we’re going to do today? ❜ jun asked, abruptly coming to a stop mid-way through his inventory check. the need to take the unspoken challenge that constantly raced between them arose as it always did, though his face spoke only of poised indifference. it soon wouldn’t, mika had a knack for getting under his skin. 

he raised a brow, a terrible spark of excitement hitting him, ❛ we’re going to fight? ❜ whether or not they truly hated each other was a question asked by many who were familiar with both of them. the answer, as many answers were, was impressively elusive.

we’re going to fight? as the words left the warlock’s lips, mika couldn’t help letting a tinkling laugh escaped past her cherry red lips. heart-shaped sunnies, pushed up, resting atop of her head. small red tongue darted to wet her lips as she stared at the young man in front of her like a predatory animal. “you say that as if it’s not what we do everyday, darling.”

“when WAS the last time we actually acted civil towards each other? let’s me see....” a soft and shallow intake of breathe. her movement darling. her voice dulcet. her tone SWEET. yet the light in her eyes was dangerous. lacquered nails tapped on her chin, lips pouting as she put on an act of thinking –– THEN, another gasp as her hand dramatically went to her open mouth. “oh! O H !! why NEVER.” smile was something wicked, something dark, something your mother warned you not to fall for. and as the last word fell from her lips like raindrop, she snapped her fingers and sent a blow of force towards jun’s direction. it was nothing strong. it’s just their hellos. 

[eostreous]

☾ — ⋆ to do list

make verses tab, make links, make pop up for my homies.

[intangled]

She’s the kind of girl the Arctic Monkeys write songs about. Dangerous, smart, and gets what she wants.

things I’ve been told in class (via aueful)

[eostreous]

yokviboy:

for @eostreous

❝ mika. ❞ the book set on the counter glided up into the air to hover around the witch’s head, pages about the benefits of certain plants staring down at her. jun’s attention remained on mika herself, as if though he didn’t notice the levitating book, as if he wasn’t the cause of it. several more seconds of silence passed before an empty cup of coffee joined the book in its circling above mika’s head. 

he leaned against the counter and let quiet prevail for a few more moments. for all that he found to throw at mika in their admittedly petty arguments, he couldn’t find a fault in her shop, aside from her constant presence. perhaps it’s why he often ended up within its walls whenever he dropped into japan to complete a few errands. god forbid anyone mistook his regular visits as a sign of him enjoying being around mika. the only thing he seemed to enjoy about her was getting into short-lived but frequent fights. their debacles during their few shared dinners were always particularly entertaining. 

❝ i bring you coffee and this is how you repay me, ❞ he added another book to the hovering circle, ❝ kindness is a virtue wasted on some after all. ❞

to say that she was not aware of how things began to levitate around her would be a lie and she did not wish to degrade herself down to such menial vice. but it would be in all honestly, were she to say that it was bothering him. she kept her eyes on him –– always sweet and serene like stars painted upon a dark canvas. it was all she was, a ripe red apple with a rotten core. everything she did, was done in grace and everything she spoke, was said in honeyed tone and saccharine sweetness. a deep contrast to her scheming nature. she let a charming smile made its way to her face as she kept her gaze steady. “oh dear, you always do revert to such childish act. it’s a wonder you’ve lived this long and retain such immaturity. i always wonder how you accomplish such a feat.” for as pleasant as she spoke of it, one could not mistook the sarcasm in her voice as she took one levitating book, a particularly old one, into her hand. and did quite the same with him, only with her quills and pens, oh and, some incision knives. and as her finger beckoned for the coffee he had brought for her, her eyes moved from him to watch the cup flew towards her. “i prefer tea, i thought you knew that. but i do thank you for this all the same. i guess decency isn’t such a foreign subject to you.”