#EUDAEMCNIA ─── a multimuse blog run by a BELLA.
private, selective, independent, oc-friendly.
containing muses from honkai: star rail & genshin impact. (genshin characters currently suspended) ft. AVENTURINE.
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I'm a bit sad archer, cú and saber aren't returning under the same masters as they were summoned before not gonna lie but I'm looking forward to seeing them again. I'm hoping Rin and Archer have a bit more to talk about than Saber and Archer did, especially if he remembers the fifth Grail war again like he did in penacony. I wish for a little more from these fiends.
in my heart, aven and archer are still buddies
also did the stream imply ratio summons hertini as his servant? hilarious, if so.
Caster is here, belatedly, but rather than swindle some cheesy bread he simply presses himself against Archer's back with a small yawn; a hand raises just enough to gently hold onto the red fabric at his waist, but it seems as though he simply wants to exist nearby, forehead resting gently against the back of Emiya's.
Sleepily, his free hand tucks between Archer's arm and waist to sit in front of him, palm up, and he presents the charming man with a little firework show of magic. Delicately colored sparks popping softly in the form of flowers.
A bouquet, just for him.
Mornings usually saw him productive; if he wasn't exercising or showering right after then he was heading off to the cafeteria to work and usually didn't have time to linger in places talking to anyone. That said, exceptions always existed and Archer had never found a rule he couldn't bend a little, even his own. And Cú Chulainn was easily someone he bent them for without much issue.
He paused when he felt him against his back, a familiar scent invading his personal space but his complaints were quickly swallowed when he heard that yawn behind him. Something about it felt too sweet to muddle with his usual grumpiness, even if the thought alone had him feeling flustered but his warmth against his back, his scent, the way he held onto him all spelled something too delicate to brush away with his usual brash words. Instead, his hesitation provided enough time for caster to conjure those fireworks before him and his eyes lit up at the display of magic, following every spark and every light until it formed the shape of petals and stems that took his breath away.
His heart squeezed, just slightly, in his chest and his fingers reached up to delicately brush against the bulbs of the flowers, testing their form and just how delicate they were before he simply slumped back against him, his other hand gently grasping his wrist and pressing it to his stomach until he could effectively trap himself in Cú's arms. ❛ They're gorgeous, thank you. ❜
a certain lancer has fallen to boredom, which means that sooner or later he was bound to end up bugging archer again. in this case, he made his way behind him outside of the kitchen, eager fingers grasping his waist on both sides and offering an appreciative squeeze. along with it, the warrior's head settled atop emiya's shoulder, then turned to ensure his lips brushed against his ear. ❛ archer — you're free, right ? let me whisk you away for a bit. ❜
He wasn't always holed up in the cafeteria so for once he could easily be caught unawares without being annoyed by an interruption. Not that he would be nowadays - Cú quickly became a welcome sight in his day and he often hoped he would come and interrupt whatever he may be doing. That he would catch him just as he was leaving was also to be expected though but his hands felt warm and familiar on his waist by then and he easily lost a smirk when he felt his hands pull him back.
That said, his voice against his ear had a shiver run down his spine and the archer quietly hummed in response, his head tipping backwards to search for that brilliant ruby gaze. ❛ And where do you plan on whisking me to? ❜ He questioned, fingers reaching to bury in that blue hair of his as his smile still played fondly on his lips. ❛ What if I am busy? ❜
lancer has come to give archer puppy eyes until he gets affection, too.
It was almost like clockwork that the lancer would appear as soon as someone else got a crumb of attention. But rather than be annoyed, the archer let out an endeared sigh and offered Cú the same type of pull apart bread as he made his younger counterpart, although unlike the saber, he was also given a little forehead smooch before he was sent on his way.
Sétanta is here and he has decided to give Mr Archer one (1) kiss on the cheek and a flower. He will also request some cheesy bread.
It was adorable that the little saber always brought some kind of offering whenever he came asking for snacks when Archer would have made him whatever he asked for just because he was usually so respectful. Still, as that kiss on the cheek was offered and the flower presented, Emiya sighed softly and ruffled Setanta's hair, completely endeared by his antics and set the single flower in a small, thin vase he found among the many things cluttering the kitchen. Unfortunately, though, he wasn't the type to settle for anything mediocre so Setanta's requested snack comes quite a bit later; a decadent, soft and buttery bread was kneaded for the little one, then shaped into a pull apart bread with each section stuffed with cheese and then glazed with herbal butter before baked in the oven.
Truly spoiling the adorable menace as he was always meant to be spoiled.
Saber's most loyal knight, Bedivere, is here to proposition Archer. He catches him in the hall, politely and gently intercepting him with a friendly wave.
"You are the one Mine King considers a friend, yes? I would very much like to get along with you as well, so please, accept this as a token of gratitude for giving her the most gracious gift of companionship." He presents the Archer with a box, in side of which is an incredible tea set.
"Perhaps, if you would find it agreeable, you and I could speak again some time. I believe it would be quite the joy to know you."
@spurhill
It was perhaps one of the more awkward experiences he made in Chaldea; after all, he only remembered some small bits and pieces of the Holy Grail War that held him as a master but one of the more distinct memories was failing to protect Saber. Having a greater understanding of summoned servants now that he was one didn't lessen that uncomfortable feeling he felt whenever he thought of her death and the one that roamed the halls of Chaldea now did not remember their pact nor him ever being her master which was why he found Bedivere's declaration of friendship to be so awkward.
It would be rude of him to dismiss that gift, however, especially when it came from one of the knights he found the most palatable of the bunch. As an outsider looking in, Bedivere seemed the most sensible and grounded of the bunch so despite his mild discomfort, he accepted the box with a polite bow of his head and examined the set within. His awkwardness only grew with the expert craftsmanship he noticed and briefly he glanced aside, as if looking away from that display of sincere gratitude would help him settle his thoughts better.
❛ It's my privilege to be someone she considers a friend. ❜ He said with his gaze returning back towards the knight and he was certain his failure to protect her would have had her most loyal companion turn his sword at him but he needn't make his life harder than it already was. ❛ And I would be honoured to befriend one of her most loyal knights. Perhaps you and I could find the time to use this lovely gift together. ❜
despite his dislike for the way they had been dancing around one another, he had humoured it for a reason. people were plainly more complicated than mere logic ; fear needed to be taken into account, worry skewed reason, emotions swayed choices and circumstances impacted the entirety of everything. a small shift could ruin one's decision, even one's very wants or needs, and aventurine had always been a man who prioritised weighing the value of a gamble's outcome over certainty, no matter how carefully crafted it may be. being clear in his intentions, pursuing the doctor clearly and carefully would never have been an option as too much of it fell outside of those games of chance. an element of unpredictability had always been vital, something others were helpless in the face of that the stoneheart was cursed to be favoured by. that, and it was easy to brush off a wager rather than failure or rejection when one plainly bared their heart.
a glimpse at his heart was a precious sight indeed, then, and when he stared at him after his cheek had been kissed he silently, just for his own benefit, enjoyed the sight. it looked like surprise, unmasked and sincere, without concern, without any indication that he may simply raise his shoulders and turn his head, deciding against moving closer after all. he awaited his reaction after that, and noticed his own gaze softening significantly when his palms found the doctor's cheeks in turn. the gentle wave of relief that followed was faintly unexpected, but thankfully overshadowed by the softness he felt in their lips finally meeting. one hand remained in place, cradled his face even though the kiss was an unmoving one, while the other shifted, his arm draping around the gambler's middle and settling with his palm against his lower back, both to keep him close and to still refrain from locking him in place entirely.
Throughout the years of knowing Ratio, he had been met with patience and kindness at every turn. Beneath his sharper words and stoic expression sat a heart that placed great meaning on his own well-being as well as those of others. A heart that wanted to see people and civilisations do better, that cared not only for the immediate community surrounding them but the general state of the universe. He didn't know anyone else that took such great care in the betterment of everyone's lives, regardless of status, planet or background and who better to care for his heart than the man who seemed so conscious of how fragile it was? He didn't trust that anyone else would take such careful care of his heart, of his mind and his comfort. Long before the fallout of Penacony did he get the feeling that the doctor cared about him in a way he would only call ill advised and truthfully, he didn't know when exactly his own feelings started to shift towards affection, too.
It started with trust, however, and at the time, it had scared him. He was a man who knew well enough how valuable such a thing was and how easily exploitable it was because of it. He remembered the day he had handed him the gun and forced it against his own chests, testing the very boundaries of that affection and trust he was building with him and he had regretted it shortly after - but all the more so in that moment. Ratio's affection seemed pure, seemed unshakable and untouchable, the trust he placed in him something worth treasuring and nurturing and he was glad they had reached a point where he felt comfortable and even safe with his arm wrapped around his middle. It wasn't about feeling constrained, it was about comfort then and there, about the ability to understand he was sharing himself with someone worth believing and in truth, it was a little relieving. For the first time in years, he felt like he had someone in his corner of the galaxy and he didn't brave the vast nothingness on his own so when Ratio returned the kiss, he exhaled in relief and parted them slowly, tentatively moving them against his to show he meant to be a little more to him.
a short response to an unwarranted ask answer for @ioronta
witch hat atelier manga spoilers beneath!
Of course he stayed up and awaited his return ; even knowing that Olruggio was somewhere safe, among good company, among friends would not deter him from naturally worrying for him and doubly so since the Silver eve festival concluded and everything seemed so uncertain and fragile. The four girl under his tutelage were his primary concern but despite his responsibilities as their master, he couldn't help being distracted by Olruggio's absence.
He knew he wouldn't be getting any restful sleep until his good friend would return in one piece so he idled his time away in the kitchen, preparing what he could for the breakfast in the morning, primarily making some homemade jam from the berries they had gathered the day before since he assumed Olruggio would not wish to indulge him in a midnight snack when he would return. He was just about done cooking the jam when he heard the front door open and with relief etched into his weary expression, he went into the foyer to greeting his friend, though he had not expected to meet him quite so drunk.
Of course his chided, out of relief as well as fondness when he approached him. He looked just about ready to collapse onto the floor and for that reason alone, Qifrey had been glad to stay up and meet him. Never mind how unbecoming it would be if the girls had found him passed out drunk in front of their front door, his back would surely protest such a hard and cold surface to fall asleep to. So he gladly acted as a crutch to him when he wrapped his arm around his shoulder and his own slinked around his waist. If he would be a little indulgent for once in his life, it would be alright, right? Olruggio would surely not remember the way he pulled him closer than necessary and held onto his waist with his fingers pressing against his lithe frame rather than just hovering nearby.
His heart ached with that familiar longing yet again. He kept him talking to distract himself from how close he was and because he found some small amount of amusement in the way he stumbled over his words and slurred his unfiltered responses. He didn't approve, of course, of just how drunk he was but there was no point in needlessly criticising him about it when it was hardly a habit and a mere indulgence, one he was participating in himself in that moment as he made his way to the top of the atelier.
Reaching his room was challenge enough with the way he stumbled over his own feet but Olly's bed rested on an elevated platform above his workshop and Qifrey had to wonder if he ever thought about drunkenly returning home when he designed it as such. He half dragged him up those narrow steps and already struggled with his poor eyesight without needing his added weight on top of it when he felt him nuzzling against his neck. Whatever words rested on his tongue were quickly silenced by his beard gently tickling that soft skin. It had hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention and he thought he felt the sensation travel through his arms, soft tingling reaching his fingertips just in time for his heart to squeeze painfully in his chest. In that moment, he knew that Olruggio was more drunk than usual - it went beyond those longing looks he saw from the corner of his eye, beyond the quiet fondness he often heard in his voice and especially beyond the quiet, tacit understanding they both shared about their relationship.
His lips found the back of his neck just in time for them both to reach the top of those stairs and Qifrey was reminded just why he was fighting so hard for his own survival. As Olruggio turned away from him to stumble into his bed, Qifrey stumbled down with him, though thankfully landed beside the bed frame, propped up against the mattress with one of his arms. His heart beat wildly in his chest; grief, longing and love all wrapping tightly around his lungs. As Olruggio fell asleep, his soft snores and breathing filling the silence of his workshop, Qifrey remained on his knees beside the bed, slowly gathering his wits, his guts, his thoughts.
This, like his past, like his future, was also stolen from him. An acknowledgment of Olruggio's affections shouldn't be the deepest knife that sank between his ribs and yet that singular, clumsy kiss felt like it was flaying his heart. His longing twisted in his stomach, churning painfully and his fingers rested on his mattress, outstretched towards him, wishing he could take his hand, wishing he could climb into bed with him and let him kiss his neck a thousand times over. Like every time he figured out his secret again and he was forced to wipe his memory clean, this, too made the roots within him recede as regret and pain washed away and out of everything, perhaps, that hurt the most.
--No, the realisation that Olruggio was hurting just as much as him certainly hurt the most. For all the painful longing he went through, at least he understood why he needed to hide away his feelings and why there always needed to be distance between them. Olruggio was, currently, once again blind to the truth but that didn't mean he was living life painlessly. As hard as it was for Qifrey to keep a distance, what was it like for Olly to do the same without any real reason? How often had he wanted to do something like that and how frustrated he had to be with Qifrey's continued silence?
He doubted he was frustrated at all, actually. Olruggio just wasn't that kind of man.
It took some time for him to gather himself and walk out of Olly's workshop but when he did, he did so with heavy steps and a heavier heart. He returned to the kitchen to bottle up the jam and clean the dishes and even after he had retreated into his room, he knew he wouldn't be getting much sleep, and what he did was plagued with dreams. One of kisses and branches, of happiness sprouting into trees and grief and sorrow instead engulfing someone else. When he woke up, he did so with a bitter heart but his apprentices were non the wiser to his solemn mood. And when Olruggio joined them in the dining area, he greeted him with a bright, bubbly smile that betrayed nothing of what happened the night before as if the witch himself was happy to help him play along with his excuse.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ―― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 unexpected. Perhaps life would have been easier for him if he had forgotten what happened over seven hundred years ago. But every day was a reminder; from walking past familiar locations, to using the glaive that was crafted by a certain man. He held these memories despite the anguish it brought. How long had it been since he spoke of them? 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 leaned back into the cushion, pondering how to answer the inquire. He couldn't fault him for coming to him for answers when all that was left of their past were frivolous fictional plays, displaying exaggerations of the truth. All written accounts had been erased as if the other members of the 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐓 hadn't existed to begin with. For what it all came down to, why did 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 want to know?
❝ Before I answer, tell me this. Why do you
want to know? Centuries have passed. Is
opening up old regrets worth it? ❞
⊹ ――― 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 accepted that he would be the one to hold the history of his old 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. It would be a lie if he said that he didn't miss talking about the days of his youth. Back when things felt more simple to his naive mind. How he kept his positive outlook during a far driven time, he didn't know. Perhaps, he never registered it at the time. But that quickly chanced after the sedition. Realities cruelty made itself known, and he couldn't look at the world with childish wonder any longer.
Memories were fickle and often slipped through his fingers like sand no matter how hard he tried to hold on to some of them. Too many centuries had passed where his mind was being eaten away by the mara, too many thing accelerated the process while the few fond memories he had he guarded like a feral dog, desperate to keep them from being snatched away. Kafka and her persuasion helped tremendously to keep the mara at bay but the Hunters had come at such a late time in his life, much of it was lost. He remembered her, bright star that she was, and he remembered he did something to her that caused the downfall of all. He knew he harboured Shuhu's flesh and knew he had inflicted it upon himself but details just remained out of reach.
Jing Yuan's question had him stare in disbelief. He was too exhausted to really argue why his words were nonsensical and while there was some side of him that urged him to be sarcastic with someone he once knew, his mind just felt too heavy. He breathed through his nose and closed his eyes with the exhale, his body relaxing into the seat just before his crimson gaze met his once more. ❛ The regrets are there, whether I want to open them is not part of the discussion. Shouldn't you, General Jing Yuan, make sure the villain knows what crimes he has committed? ❜
caelin is, however, definitely not spared. he also gets drawn onto yulan's lap, though only once he makes his way close enough while he plays a few tunes on the piano. the aim is to set him sideways across his thighs, so that he can press a few kisses against his neck, jaw or lips while he lazily continues playing, attention visibly split, half directed at his lover and half at the instrument.
He always did love to watch him play. To him, there was nothing sexier than someone in their element and Yulan truly looked like he was at his best behind the piano. The ease with which those skilled fingers danced along the keyboard in melodies he didn't always recognize seamlessly blending into one another so well his untrained ear could easily think he was playing just the one song. His expression was less constructed, like the day didn't yet have the time to remind him to be grumpy or bitter and he loved to watch whenever a smile bloomed around his usual cigarette.
He tried not to disturb him, usually, but waking up to the sound of him playing the piano had become his favourite start of the day and often he went through his morning routine as quickly as he could while he listened. Like always, he came in with two cups of coffee - each brewed separately to cater to Yulan's strange tastes and just as he had placed the two cups on the small table nearby, silence briefly filled that room and Caelin felt hands reach for his waist. He grinned, instantly, though didn't expect that he would be sat upon his lap and those fingers would move past him to continue playing. A stunned moment passed before he laughed lightly at his antics, his eyes shining with mischief and his fingers pushed through the vampire's hair first, his fingers gently tipping his head back to claim his lips in a consuming kiss, giving him no room to try and focus on the piece itself while he was in his lap and instead to fully distract him from the instrument.
His tongue sought entry past his lips, his fingers pushed down his warm back and his other hand slipped shamelessly underneath his shirt to trail across his skin and even slipping beneath the band of his trousers.
yulan has decided that mia is responsible for recharging his energy today. she is snatched, coaxed onto his lap and promptly slumped against. there is some level of effort being made to keep her upright so that the slumping may not be impeded, but he's otherwise on the verge of simple falling asleep with his head on her shoulder.
After years of living with Sunbane, she had come to accept that she just couldn't predict his whims. It was one of the reasons she loved him so, his unpredictable nature kept her on her toes, even if these days he was mostly confined at her ( their, at that point, really ) estate blissfully living out their old age. Still he found ways to surprise her, like he did that day where he wordlessly dragged her away from her wine and book and she had no intention to protest the sudden wish for affection. She liked it most when he was needy, after all, demanding to be around her, to be offered affection and sweetness even if such things would never leave his mouth.
She knew better than to tease him for it but a gentle, joyful chuckle did escape her when he settled with his head on her shoulder. It won't really do, that position would make her stiff and uncomfortable soon enough but offering a few minutes of indulgence would not hurt her. She would soak up all she could before she would try and coax him to lay her down instead ; surely it would be more comfortable than falling asleep holding her up. For the moment though, she let her fingers trace down his elongated ear and move into his dark, silken hair until her fingers skilfully massaged his temple. Playfully, her head dipped down, teeth teasing his neck as she quietly spoke against his skin. ❛ Lying me down will be more comfortable, you know. ❜ She hummed and let her long nails gently drag down the back of his neck. ❛ At least if you fall asleep we won't end up on the floor. ❜