MOVED !

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                                                    One light                                           Higher than the sun                                              Invisible to some                                                 Until it’s time

[tctidem]

                                                    One light                                           Higher than the sun                                              Invisible to some                                                 Until it’s time

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@autumnswordsman​ chirped:  Which Shadowlands faction would Lulu fit into? <33

     Aahh, the Shadowlands ─ a realm of souls, a realm of new beginnings. Four covenants stand as one, and the leaders and members therein are all tasked with varying ideals in regards to rebirthing souls and finding their potential place in their new, dedicated afterlife. There are but two of these eon-standing factions that earn dedication and interest from this sunshine-and-wicker Kul’tiran druid.

     The first are The Ascended ─ the kyrian of Bastion, tasked with the impartial judgement of souls that they might step foot onto countless worlds of past lives and ferry them into the Shadowlands. To achieve this, however, a right of rituals and cleansing of one’s memories and past lives are required for the greater good of the process, that one might ascend and carry out their duties without bias. While this does not quite apply to a living being caught in a myriad mix of souls, it is a questioned and challenged process, one which leaves Bastion in disarray. The Archon now questions the harshness of the path, as enemies who have ravaged their beautiful lands and rituals have done so in force, and perhaps looks to find a steady balance of lives new and old therein. Lulubelle would find no qualms calming those confused and lost on the way to their new lives, relishing in the atmosphere and loyal dedication. Every steward would be her best feathery friend, and to fly free carrying remnants of happy memories over sun-kissed plains just makes her heart sing.

     However, while that dedication, aesthetic, and what could be of the newforged path speaks volumes to one in love with the sky, there is another that speaks more personally. The night fae of Ardenweald, guarded by the Winter Queen and The Wild Hunt, rebirth nature souls into service from delicately cultivated seeds and cradles. Those with a connection to the wilds find hearth and service in the lovely, yet deceptively dangerous forests teeming with glowing fauna and wildlife. The fae are a fun, sly sort, basking in the excitement of good fun, turning amusement into retaliation when threats encroach upon the wilds. They put on theatrical plays of past lives to appease their Queen and teach of other worlds, express dedication in song, and lend a nurturing touch to those that would protect nature and all of its children ─ from demi-gods to the smallest of birds singing in the night. Lulubelle finds solace in wild adventures, in memories, in a playful nature bright enough to blind the unfortunate denizens of The Maw. Her cunning and fun-loving personality finds a personable place among the fae, their hyperbolic dramatizations, good times, and all. But when the time comes that they must defend, they waste little time in routing threats with a feral fury. It is in those wild woods that her spirit finds a home, not so unlike the one she came from. 

     So long as they find no dissonance in her druidic connection with the Drust, it is within their ranks that she fits most comfortably.

[gcrifin]

❝ where  does  your  power  lie ? ❞

the hands -  you can almost physically hold your power. creation comes easily to you, but so does destruction. your strength is in your physical interaction with the world. everything is so tactile. you push and you pull and you strike and you caress and you pray and you hold, hold, hold.

tagged by. @autumnswordsman​ ( aaaa thank you!! ૮⍝◜•˕̮•◝⍝ა ♥ )

[gcrifin]

astute and attentive.

Not a moment of uncertainty, not a single feeling displayed on golem face while being observed in depth and returning the favour, eyes devoid emotion behind blackened lenses as the gold tried to pierce through the void. Denied, as the feat alone was capable by one man only, there is a hidden sense of pride at a fact proven once again, dignity in servitude never tarnished.

Melodic voice echoed, reaching the soul rather than simply ears, a personality understood soberly by keen eyes and perceptive nature. For in order to see clearly what is concealed, one must understand from experience, deeply, fundamentally. Or be the exact opposite. At either prospect curiosity is born, an arcane smile adorning stoic face while watching notable gentle, yet reserved features.

“ Feelings are still unable to make us perish no matter how desired that might be. As it stands, only actions work. ” Serious, straight-forward, there was no further meaning behind words, only a fact. Even if the spirit relaxed, the body stayed equally firm, a hint of amusement in deep voice.

“ I am a mere man gifted with something many have forsaken. Living together and fighting together with someone precious to you, isn’t that more than enough reason for earnest devotion? ”

     And where there is an abyss unknown, there is most certainly always nothing, left undiscovered by most if not all. Where keen eye reads only the surface and stray workings of the subconscious, there is much missed in his regard, an enigma which does not bear ill upon her. Curiosity was a vice and it lived forever entwined with an adventurous heart. It brings a peculiar sense of satisfaction knowing not every secret is so easily uncovered .

     ❝ Yet still, people perish from the ill omens of a broken heart. ❞ Matched on equal foot, spoken from ideals but with the tone of certainty that any ordinary person might have taken as gospel. ❝ There is only so much one can hide. You’ll find those without the will to stand above the strife will drown in it. A melancholic ocean is not so different from this world’s vast seas . ❞

     Lulubelle was woven with emotion; bathed in light and damning honesty. One needn’t siege closed gates as it seemed they were always open. No shame rests beneath the greens of eyes, the gracious bend of limbs settled carefree without qualms. Perhaps it is in the balance between them that civil conversation rests without the common spark of hostility. There is no naivety in that wide array of feeling, no innocence or clean hands. But she plays the part so much differently than he standing across the way .

      ❝ Surely. I would not doubt it for a moment. ❞ A smile for sincerity, wrought with silent appreciation and gilded in something pleasant. ❝ I find myself longing for the dedication. How hard it is to find with terrible things so often scrawled out beneath your name. It feels much like heresy, being allowed to hold such precious things with crimson hands. I pray what lies on the skin beneath your gloves always pays tribute to that which you love, no matter the latent atrocities therein . ❞

[gcrifin]

     It comes as no surprise that Zoan are naught but dormant costumes simply waiting for the season. Disregarding the physical strength, the unfathomable power of flight in a world ruled by the sea, and all the countless horrors written in the description of her character, there is but one thing the griffin seeks this day:

     A little bit of a fun and a stray chuckle .

     ❝ Trick or Tweet !! ❞

[gcrifin]

@allcviatis​ chirped: (Haruta) ❛  Give it to me if you don’t want it but don’t throw it away !  ❜ The Last Unicorn starters. 🦄

     Many things had come to pass over the course of years spent wearing away at time in the comfort of a tavern. Pleasant meals, the warmth of a hearth, jolly tunes ─ not to mention the countless company both needed and unwanted. Revelry came and went with the tides, low and high in spirits. Lulubelle was not often without hers; something spiced for the season, a fresh spiked cider in hand and a smile for the road. The hours of the evening calmed local and visitor alike in neutrality, a peace hardly found among numerous infamous groups milling about the place. It’s a quiet time, yet despite its uncommon occurrence not at all her first experience in the tranquil atmosphere .

     But among the happenstance and everyday, it felt a true rarity to be faced with defensiveness in regards to leftovers. To have to be physical or deny an uncouth individual companionship was always the regular. Even once or twice before had she been scolded in regards to her attire seemingly out of place in nautical settings. Yet on his approach, focused and charged, the griffin hears words not in regards to appearance but rather the still rocking beverage in her hand. Time had not yet chosen to chill it, the large stein still warm to the touch with the smell of crisp apple ever as strong as it had been from the moment it was poured. Surely it was long since time to cut herself off after being so enamored with the taste that it was impossible to say no to many more servings. One would think it wise in understanding, no matter the shame it brought one often so eager to indulge in it to her limits, but it seemed he was not at all one. A stop, an idle blink, just long enough to process the situation beneath a muddled mind .

     ❝ My, how... passionate you are. ❞ Surprise in an otherwise comfortable tone, the suddenness of it having caught her off guard. It melts back into that small, familiar smile, soothed seamlessly by the influence of the spirit still fresh on the breath. ❝ It pains me just as well to let things go to waste. Especially now, when I travel alone with so little. Even the smallest scraps of things find use somewhere . ❞

     Memories of a better time flood the thoughts and subsequently drain. To that day there was always a place for everything, a time for everyone. Perhaps it is burn of alcohol on the throat, but the regret of having possibly poured the rest of her spirit down a drain hits harder than it would any other given night. Metaphors were often blindsiding in the most mundane of moments . 

     Situation back to the present, fingers to the side of the head as if to remember that moment in reality, a chuckle bubbling to the surface regarding the absentmindedness of it all. ❝ Oh, but ─ never mind me. You’re more than free to finish it for me if you’d like. ❞ Little time is wasted in offering the other the drink, formalities and introductions be damned. Even in a more coherent mind, being proper would never stop her from sharing the bliss of a moment with another. ❝ Though, I would recommend another cup. It’s delicious as is, but far more so fresh from the tap. I may just be so inclined as to order one for you, if you’re interested . ❞

[gcrifin]

    I show up for five minutes in a burst of inspiration to take advantage of it and now here I am hours later still writing and already I’ve lost control of my muse.

[gcrifin]

one thoroughly blessed heavenly mess.

“You have a generous soul, sometimes offering too much of your precious minutes to people who wouldn’t sacrifice theirs for you.” Enel muses one more time, determined to drag her further in the lands of egocentrism and self-appreciation. Not because he wants to create another evil, but because he wishes to protect her from the ones already existing. “Intrigue is absolutely normal, they wish to understand what doesn’t look familiar for their mortal eyes. Yet, as always, you worth more than the concern they bring you.” 

As the invitation is accepted, her graceful now silhouette laying by his side, Enel doesn’t hesitate and wrap a protective arm around her shoulders, the palm of his giant hand resting on her bicep. There, he gently brushes the skin with the pad of his fingers, electric eyes peering down at her with a visible satisfaction. 

“I have perhaps no need indeed, however, I wouldn’t believe it’s a waste of time. They are nothing to me, unlike you.” He waves his other hand, the ghost of a smirk floating on his lips. “If their extinction could bring a bit of peace for yourself and protect you from their rude interactions, then yes, I believe it’s a good investment.” He pauses for a moment, a snort escaping his throat. “Oh, I can already see all those disparagers at the gates of my Garden, trying to save your soul from your sudden selfishness.” 

He bends down and delicately kisses the top of her golden hair. “God is thrilled to know you don’t want him to leave.” 

     How effortlessly he sinks value into her. Piece by piece, anchored by warmth yet free in the light of it. The sigh she breathes is filled with countless emotions, all varied and valid. ❝ A social heart is as much a blessing as it is a curse. Sometimes it seems there isn’t anything I wouldn’t give for some semblance of company. ❞ Thoughts flicker to those lonely nights at sea, the whistle of the wind and a reflection on the water’s surface bringing little solace. To fall from the grace of amiable attention to infamy was a long dive. It was strange to feel remnants of the comfort the past once brought now. ❝ Perhaps one day I will learn not to torture myself with the thought. It is far better to sit in comfortable silence than to be with those that would sooner love see you perish than to see you smile . ❞

     Fingers drift from a timid lock in the other hand as his own curl around her arm. They drift aimlessly to a thigh, leaping over to his, contemplative yet subtle. It is only the tips of nails that coyly graze fabric until the palm comes to a still, modest rest. She plays the role of shyness in earnest, more than aware of the gaze resting upon her yet refraining from returning it .

      ❝ Oh, the terrible things you’d do for me... ❞ Musings drift with voice into a brief quiet, only perking up into the makings of a chuckle. It takes only a moment for it to devolve into a quick, unbelievably fitting giggle. There was hardly a thing more honest for her. ❝ I wouldn’t be able to stop you, even if I wanted to. I suppose I’ve no other reservations, then... ❞ A tap of a finger still upon his leg, tugging just so that it bunches up the cloth beneath it as if to urge his attention. It is then her eyes rest on his, innocent on first glance but hiding an undiscovered world of mischief far beneath light tints of green. ❝ Though, the smiting can wait... can’t it ? ❞

     She coos as if to beg, more than transparent with her intentions. A kiss plants itself atop her head in time to melt the remaining tension from her form, body falling slow as a sheet draping itself across his lap. Figure loose, golden locks laid across cushions with stray strands pulled free. What a shame it was to leave the protective embrace of the arm he had so willingly given, but the sight of her sacrifice unto his being would undoubtedly make up for the loss. Again she looks up at him, his visage now on a backdrop of the heavens, smile lacking the pure innocence it once had yet filled with all the same affections .

     ❝ Bless me some more ─ won’t you, Enel ? ❞

[gcrifin]

one eternity’s rest.

“Time would be the peace of your soul, dear Lulubelle, when you actually make room for your own need and desires, depriving those vermin of having the slightest power upon your mood. I have always room for myself, since I’m the most important.” 

He pats the cushions by his side, offering some inviting smile. A bait for sure, but his intentions are genuine. 

“Come rest by my side.” He invites with a lazy voice. “I’ll protect your mind from their upsetting hubbub.” He tilts his head, and frowns. “Unless you wish for a bloody outcome regarding those insects bothering you?” 

      ❝ Mm. Perhaps I do sacrifice too much of my time for some flicker of hope one might raise my spirits instead of bringing me to harm. But you can’t blame the curious for indulging the possibility of intrigue. An eternity still feels like such a short time, even at its slowest pace . ❞

     An invitation wordlessly accepted, wandering over in a slow stride without a second thought. It takes a grand effort not to flutter over on a dream-like air, given the whimsy of it all. A spot precisely where offered and immediately adjusted, audaciously pressed against him without the usual regard for formalities .

      ❝ Oh, please. You’ve no need. Living life so humdrum and callous is already a punishment in of itself. If you’ve told me not to waste my time, then you certainly shouldn’t waste yours. It would mean you leaving to take care of it this moment all the same, and I’m afraid I’m feeling terribly selfish today ... ❞

[gcrifin]

@autumnswordsman​​ chirped:   ❛ Take me with you ! for luck, for laughs, for the unknown. ❜ The Last Unicorn starters. 🦄

    Some empty avenue, filtering sunlight through foliage, coupled with a brisk backwards walk to hold conversation with all the awareness of having eyes in the back of one’s head. Would be any other day, content with the scenery, but extra skips denote some spare happiness sprinkled about like haphazardly thrown confetti. It hits a little differently day by day, a routine baked into a treat accepted differently every day. Variety was the spice of life ─ of that Lulubelle was certain. But the joy of the mundane rests comfortably in the bosom, warm as home, fit for unique twists and turns in slights. No bow would ever tie the same, no step taken exact, no matter the continuity of a path or seasonal whistling of the wind. That which gilded simplistic ways of life in gold made even the adventurous smile .

    Such as this, some amiable persistence, the sort they threw back and forth with various degrees of determination. Trying new things and experiencing things together ─ as friends always did ─ coupled with a backdrop of faded blue and crisp air. Already it seemed to wear away at a less-than-present will. Never had she been opposed to any idea, honest and open as it may be, and far less so when it involved bringing another to a club party . 

    ❝ Okay, okay, I’ll take you! ❞ Defeated laughter, though quite far from disappointed in every regard. ❝ It’s this Saturday, though, so you’re still going to have to wait. How much of a luck charm do you think you are, anyway? Think you’re going to find me a date ? ❞

     Hardly an expectation, already saddled with enjoyable company to begin with. But oh did a romantic heart dream, carefree and idealistic as it could be. Lively revelry was often too much for some, especially to the degree in which she finds herself at ease. Though thoroughly content with quiet serenity and the peace of home, it felt a sin to shackle the venturesome to naught but tiresome schedules and scraped together sleep. Was it so terrible for the daily refined to sink with a drink from time to time? The worry of presentation hardly crosses even the back of her mind .

    ❝ Tell you what ─ how about we settle for something new for lunch today? There’s a new family run Caribbean place that just opened up not too far from here. I hear the owners are some of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet. ❞ Already the thought of something warm and heartfelt lights an eager fire under an already bubbly step. ❝ I’ve been dying to go for a week, but work’s really been running me into the ground . ❞

[gcrifin]

                                      🍂 Autumn Feeling 🍂

[gcrifin]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  :  𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒.

SPARROW.    innocence.   big dreamer. waking up too early.  walking home.   being afraid of meeting new people.   slim hands.   always cold. reading a book under a tree.   the smell of the forest.   missing your home.

EAGLE.       independent.  caring too much for others. sharp looks. walking through the city late at night. the tallest and most spectacular building. iron.  being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

SWIFT.      falling in love easily and heavily.   traveler.  the infinity of the bluest sky.   storms.   broken smiles. forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones. feeling out of place. mistrusting people.  a fleeting romance.

CROW.         feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot.  prejudging.   tight hugs that leave you breathless.   a grey sky. serenity.   intelligence. being left behind. chains. smoke.  the pride of someone wise.  

DOVE.      petals. jealousy.  being tired of living with the same old faces. whispered secrets.   marble.  sundresses.   white clothes. the first sunset of winter.   pride in who you are. learning to get over someone.

SEAGULL.        family.   golden light.  the sea murmuring in your ear.  summer afternoons.   caramel ice cream.  collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures. living breezy and carefree.  swimming in the sunlight.

CANARY.         artistic.   getting excited easily. dancing and singing while you are alone. looking at your friends having fun.  no phone.   being afraid of judgment. spring.  a meaningful gift. the first ray of sunlight.

[libbyframe]

Sunny bouquet

[gcrifin]

@godlivesonthemoon​​​ chirped:   ❛ In my heart I carry such a heavy load. ❜ // couldn't resist to have a bit of your poetry The Last Unicorn starters. 🦄

   Song wordlessly spun, a melody that carries only on pitches and notes without the need the words. It is one of few comforts in an otherwise aching silence, something seeping dread into every untaken gap without remorse. What fends it off is only a sword made of a low chord, light but sunken in that it vibrates the chest with every reverberating strike. A breath between the slow wipe of hands along a golden surface, rubbing various stray contaminants from the sides of a lovingly worn earrings. With such care and craftsmanship it cleans effortlessly, without so much as a smudge upon it. She sees herself colored gold within its width, only ever halting her song along the breaths and sight of her visage. Minor breaks, the ease into another verse without disruption. Vocal thrumming only eases as the sound of words, enough to hear with full attentiveness despite the task settled trustingly in her hands. One final look over entrusts the cleanliness of the adornments, the melancholy of the statement spoken before still resting like a weight in the depths of the chest. Lulubelle finds herself unable to hum. But the gentleness of it remains, dimmed yet present. Fingers dry the remaining solution from the earrings until they shine in their aged glory, the lack of new, grandiose glimmer its only indication of time possessed. It is then that eyes shift away from the reflection to rest on his visage lost in honest contemplation .

   ❝ What heavy pain is it that burdens you so? ❞ The cradle of jewelry in clean cloth, free of imperfection and ready to be placed back in the ears of the holy. The smile she offers is warm but woven with concern tugging at its seams. ❝ You have sadness that does not belong even in the bluest of eyes. You need not carry it alone when you have so many willing to lighten it, even if it is naught but your own to bear. Know that I am always here to listen, if you are so willing. ❞ Sincerity in its purest form, given with the peel of fabric away from earrings that they might be revealed wholly in the palm of her hand. ❝ Here. They are ready for you. You may place them back in your ears . ❞

    A pull of something that yearns to stay long after the jewelry is retrieved brushed away in reticence. What physical comfort pricks the nerves remains hidden for a proper time that they might be more thoroughly earnest. She settles instead but a flutter away, ever ready to hear the pouring sound of emotion in a river through the clouds, that they might bring some fortunate land below rain. Even without answer, without certainty of cooperation and understanding, she remains patiently as if to bear either wrath or sorrow in full. There was nothing more loyal than the acceptance of any outcome in favor of another .

    No matter what it was Enel wished to keep or let go, the griffin would hear him .

[gcrifin]

@autumnswordsman​ chirped:  ❛ Words are always getting in my way. ❜ The Last Unicorn starters. 🦄

    A day of perusing an autumn afternoon, eyes set for flora fit to host attentive gaze within the center of a tabletop. Fruitless down to a moment, only to find blithe bright yellows cut specially for a vase. Fervent yet careful, a trip taken in stride of little victories all the way home. It is within walls that care blossoms, meticulous in unraveling as though she had done similar time and time again. Nary a fake petal in an otherwise minimalist home, always speckling color across various surfaces where applicable. Even in the company of another it is the same as it always is, unraveled from plastic and trimmed ends dampened. Another trim to fit the vase, ceramic and plain. It brings another light to the room, something to spark a hearth, something to speak to the heart. How lovely such a piece would be in the hands of someone special. Eager eyes dimmed by half-shut lids drift to address Zoro, but only for a moment before wandering back to the project at hand. Blooms ruffled, leaves overflowing delicate rim, set still enough that it might look charming on its own without any other additions. But a wild heart is prepared for something more enticing, that which ignites excitement and playful folly. A sparrow’s bounce carries her to a drawer, filled enough to make audible sounds when rummaged through, until the remaining pieces of this loving puzzle are found and ready to be returned. It is with them that she returns filled with intent as conversation finally finds the wind freed from her lungs to begin .

    ❝ Then say nothing. ❞ The simplest, comfortable way words could come, woven into assurance, tied neat as lace ribbon forms a bow. Chartreuse pops added color from an already eye-catching bouquet, small in stature yet filled with personality. Lulubelle wastes little time in procuring a card from a stack, blank on every surface, with brushes and pens ready to inscribe affection upon an empty canvas. ❝ Just think of how many ways one can show they care without saying a thing . ❞

    Supplies are thrust within his arms without any proper warning, a customary gesture in the house of eccentric birds. With all manner of things still at rest upon the table, colored with what looked to be the deconstructed parts of a scrapbooking adventure, the longing for creativity is obvious without so much as a statement. Still, she smiles, the singsong voice of a wingman echoing about an otherwise peaceful room, ❝ You should express yourself. Keep to your humble affections, but stray from the simply mundane. How about a piece of visual endearment rather than a threatening calling card ? ❞

     The wake of necessary violence is not lost upon a reporter. It is in the mundane that the chaos rests, fit to rest within comforting bosom until the need for it arises once again. ❝ I know how soft your love can be. So ─ let’s see it, then. Make him a piece he can set happily on the mantel . ❞

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