DARK RAPTURE

What is a god? Omnipotence given form. For what, did he invoke creation? So life may thrive Then what meaning lies in life? What becomes of that question? The miserable and the blessed return to the void

[ichorwinged]

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Hello, I go by Aki and this is a independent, heavily-headcanoned  but canon compliant Lucilius  from the browser game Grandblue Fantasy.   I’m currently quite busy irl, so I won’t be the fastest but I do want to write!  You are also free to take your time, and I will try to respond to anything thrown my way.  

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[ichorwinged]

"Keeping tabs on Beelzebub as a back up singularity is quite boring. He's far too predictable to keep my interest." (From Belial)

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     "The core is important to retrieve if his body shuts down. I don't want those parasites getting it.” He looks up at the primal as he lounges on the table as if it were a bed, ice blue eyes narrowing for a moment. The papers under him weren't important so he won't kick off him yet. The astral turns away, back to the collection of experimental cores he had been working on.

Pulses of power comes from them as he infuses them with more magic, a few feathers seemingly forming as it absorbs in. The body of an astral mixed with a primal's core was still experimental and that idiot had agreed without thinking of the consequences of it.

The sicker or the weaker he gets was more valuable data for him. The mouse running a maze needed to be monitored in case it died in the middle--a dead corpse of Beezlebub would be a rare specimen, one he planned to get if it came down to it.

"Play with him if you wish. Just be sure the core is intact."  

[goodnightmemes]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Duty is sacrifice. It eclipses all things, even blood. All men of honor must pay its price.

❛ War is coming, to the whole of the realm.❜

❛ I am indebted to you. ❜

❛ I'm afraid. ❜

❛ We should've just killed her when we had the chance. ❜

❛ When the king speaks, Your Grace, all hear it. ❜

❛ I find myself wondering...do we pursue the same end? ❜

❛ You must accept that the path to victory now is one of violence. ❜

❛ Did you think I would wither in your absence? ❜

❛ You only blame me because your true enemies are out of reach. ❜

❛ She holds love for our enemy. That makes her a fool. ❜

❛ I promise you, you will have all the vengeance that you seek, but you must keep a grip on your impulses. ❜

❛ Do anything but what I ask, and I'll bleed the whole lot of ya. ❜

❛ The gods punish us. They punish me. ❜

❛ This is not the time for blind accusations. We'll know who did this soon enough. ❜

❛ I will not be seen as weak. ❜

❛ Sometimes, we have to pretend. ❜

❛ I cannot trust you. I've never trusted you, wholly, much though I wished to, willed myself to. But now I have seen that your heart belongs only to you. ❜

❛ You think me some kind of monster. ❜

❛ You're pathetic. ❜

❛ We can afford no further mistakes. ❜

❛ You are mad. Mad! You cannot think that I did this! ❜

❛ You would send me to my death. ❜

❛ I would remind you only that when princes lose their temper, it is often others who suffer. ❜

❛ I see all your great adventures have done nothing for your looks. ❜

❛ For too long, I made it my aim to be of consequence. But now, I see that was the wish of a child. ❜

❛ I wish to spill blood, not ink! ❜

❛ Instead of judgment, you display impetuousness, and diminish us in the eyes of our enemy! ❜

❛ Fuck dignity! I want revenge. ❜

❛ They wish now not for the good of the realm, but for the petty satisfaction of vengeance. ❜

❛ Soon they will not even remember what it was that began the war in the first place. ❜

❛ There is no war so hateful to the gods as a war between kin. ❜

❛ I'm as fearsome as any of them. ❜

❛ You showed me grace when you could have withheld it. I'm not often surprised. ❜

❛ I cannot promise to make you happy. But I ask you: make this sacrifice willingly, for all of us. ❜

❛ If you've not yet surmised, you are welcome here. ❜

❛ Sin begets sin begets sin. ❜

❛ If dragons begin fighting dragons, we invite our own destruction. ❜

❛ Do not coddle me. Grant me at least that dignity. ❜

❛ Sadness is a condition of motherhood. ❜

❛ You have as much claim to grief as anyone. ❜

❛ Tales take on a life of their own, like weeds. Unless they are tended. ❜

❛ Always coming and going, aren't you? And I have to clean up afterwards. ❜

❛ You will die in this place. ❜

❛ I have been, at times, unkind, but never untrue. ❜

❛ You must go before you are discovered. ❜

❛ Your mother must've been very beautiful. ❜

❛ You should've burned them when you had the chance. ❜

❛ Is there no honor left in this world? ❜

❛ This is a better death than a traitor deserves. You should thank me for it. ❜

❛ I will not be made to look a fool in front of my allies and enemies. ❜

❛ I believe it is a sin to deny your appetites. They are what make us fully alive as mortal men. ❜

❛ If I may be so bold, you have not seemed yourself of late. ❜

❛ I've barely had the hours to grieve one tragedy before suffering the next. ❜

❛ I've come to know the face of tortured rest well enough. ❜

❛ Do you think simply wearing the crown imbues you with wisdom? ❜

❛ You have no idea the sacrifices that were made to put you on that throne. ❜

❛ What would you have me do? ❜

❛ Do simply what is needed of you: nothing. ❜

❛ Where have you been, these last days? You vanished without so much as a word.❜

❛ There are those who have mistaken my caution for weakness. Let that be their undoing. ❜

❛ If you die, all is lost. ❜

❛ The horrors I have just loosed cannot be for a crown alone. ❜

❛ Do you take issue with me? ❜

❛ I can sit still no longer. I must act. ❜

❛ I did not think they would be so eager to die. ❜

❛ I need them alive. I came here to raise swords, not corpses. ❜

❛ Will you goad me? When your bread and shelter now depend on my pleasure? ❜

❛ I mislike feeling powerless. ❜

❛ I do not know my part. The path I walk has never been trod. ❜

❛ What you cannot do, let others do for you. ❜

❛ There is more than one way to fight a war. ❜

❛ I do not wish to stand alone. ❜

❛ Has your loyalty faded? Or does it flourish only at night and flee the sunrise like a moth? ❜

❛ What we must do now is... terrible. ❜

❛ This is not war. These are crimes against the innocent, that any upright man would repudiate. ❜

❛ And once again, in the name of power, it's the weak and the women who must endure. ❜

❛ Was it worth the price? ❜

❛ I caution you, boldness is one thing, but overconfidence… ❜

❛ You have the impetuousness of youth, and its arrogance, neither of which is to be desired in a king. ❜

❛ Have the indignities of your childhood not yet sufficiently been avenged? ❜

❛ To claim a dragon, you must also be prepared to die. ❜

❛ You can't possibly still be angry about this. ❜

❛ You weren't going to bid me farewell? ❜

❛ It is your way, is it not? When something does not please you, you run. ❜

❛ There are older things in this world than you or I, or living memory. ❜

❛ You are not the player, but a piece on the board. As am I, for that matter. ❜

❛ It is my fault, I think, that you have forgotten to fear me. ❜

❛ It was worth the risk, no matter the outcome. ❜

❛ The enemy without may be fought with swords. The enemy within is more insidious. ❜

❛ Do you take me for a fool? ❜

❛ Oh, you make an art of provoking me. ❜

❛ Stop wasting your life waiting for something that'll never come. ❜

❛ I'm sure you did your best. ❜

❛ They will underestimate you, and this will be your advantage. ❜

❛ If the gods call me to greater things, who am I to refuse them? ❜

❛ Nothing is clean here. ❜

❛ The order of things has changed. Why not embrace it? ❜

❛ It does seem to me that you've made rather a mess here. ❜

❛ I don't need their love. I need their swords. ❜

❛ Mind your tongue. ❜

❛ I mislike all of this. ❜

❛ It seems you need us more than we need you. ❜

❛ So, what was the fucking point in all this then? ❜

❛ It's best to live, I think. However you do it. ❜

❛ You are not alone. ❜

❛ Will you prepare to face such an enemy? Or will you stay here and make yourself easy? ❜

❛ If you hinder our efforts through sloth or unreadiness, I will see you hanged, and your body fed to the dogs in the street. ❜

❛ You've arrived just in time to see my new army. What do you think of it? ❜

❛ This place will have you barking at the moon. ❜

❛ We must all make our sacrifices. ❜

❛ 'Tis no longer our rule that is threatened, our very lives. ❜

❛ Perhaps all men are corrupt and true honor is a mist that melts in the morning. ❜

❛ The dragons dance, and men are like dust under their feet. ❜

❛ We march now toward our annihilation. ❜

❛ There will be time enough to see which one of us is a coward. ❜

❛ There are omens here for those who seek them. ❜

❛ It's all a story and you are but one part in it. You know your part. ❜

❛ I am meant to serve you, and all of these with me, until death or the end of our story. ❜

❛ Be strong. You know you are just. ❜

❛ History will paint you a villain. ❜

❛ I am at last myself, with no ambition greater than to walk where I please and to breathe the open air. To die unremarked and unnoticed and be free. ❜

❛ You speak as if from a distant dream. ❜

❛ Come with me. ❜

❛ My part is here, whether I will or no. It was decided for me long ago. ❜

[ichorwinged]

firexflower​:

@ichorwinged​​​ wanted djeeta to bother him!

“What’s with the face~?” The captain couldn’t help but be curious as she approached him. She attacked him with soft pokes to his cheeks, hoping that she’ll get an answer from him. If not, she wasn’t going to stop there; she might take it further but of course, it would depend on him.

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     "Hm.”  A grunt is all he replies with as she continues to poke his cheek.  He doesn’t stop her, or rather doesn’t care whether or not she continues but his eyebrows furrow deeper the longer she does it.  The leather bound book sits neatly on the table as his eyes flick back to it as he taps the pages.  “The book is missing some pages.  They were ripped out it seems.”

[ichorwinged]

@storyteller-prince​ sent:  ‘ i love you because you’re innocent. ’ /  Not Your Kind Of People Sentences

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      Her words make his brows furrow, confusion evident on his face as he regards the other.  Fingers twitch, and he manages to stop his habit of reaching for the scar around his neck hidden under the turtleneck of his shirt.  Her words were honest, and he doesn’t sense any malice in them.  In fact, he doubts she even knows what goes on in his head most of the time.  

    The definition of “innocent” is something he aligns with a child, but he is definitely not one.  Such words seem almost naïve, and silly to compare it to someone like him.  A man with no memories, and no past written except for his body.  

     The scar, the black blood, and the strange ichor-like patterns that parts of his body had was enough to tell him there was more to him than just an “innocent” bystander.  

     Then, there was the issue of his blood catching fire that he recently discovered.

    “You have a very strange definition of innocent, Djeeta.”  He states plainly, stopping a scoff that almost slips out.  “A strange man with no memories or past isn’t someone you should trust as much as you do.”  

[ichorwinged]

@skiesxend​ sent: ‘ it was hard to make the simple plan work. ’ (Belial) /  Not Your Kind Of People Sentences

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    "...If you found something such as this ‘hard,’ then I have no need for you.”  Harsh words are delivered with indifference, as he turns away from the primal beast and back to the his cluttered desk.  He drops the item somewhat carelessly, irritation boiling in him as he looks over the item.  The first core of many from his upcoming harvest--the pieces were coming together slowly but it was worth the wait.  

     It seemed like such a waste, for a carefully created core to soon be used as fodder for another one but he’ll do what was necessary. The composition was strange but that was just because he wasn’t the one who created this core.  

      “The other astrals have been poking around here.  Make sure they stay out.”

[ichorwinged]

@synnthos​ sent:  ‘ i’ve been sitting here all night long. ’ / Not Your Kind Of People Sentences

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     The astral doesn’t reply right away, instead opting to stare up at the ceiling as he tries to piece together his already bad and fading memory.  Overworking was a norm for him so he shouldn’t be too surprised to wake up back in his room--but wasn’t he working on something important this time?  

     An impatient click of his tongue is what he does first as he sits up, ignoring his body’s ache as he rolls his shoulders to try and allievate the stiffness.  

    “Such things are unnecessary.”  Comes his reply in his usual disinterested, and bored tone.  Still, he doesn’t shoo her out as he would have done with Lucifer or Belial.  A hand comes to rub his eyes as if they could rub away his fatigue.  

     “I wasn’t aware you were strong enough to carry me back here.”  His comment is dryly stated, as blue eyes glance around the messy room.

      There should notes somewhere that would remind him what he was working on.

[ichorwinged]

@storyteller-prince​ sent:  Maybe she was overstepping but for once, Djeeta didn't care. Once he came into view, she went over to him, tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss; more like a short peck but it was enough to show that she clearly was interested in him even if he didn't understand her actions.

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     Her contact is sudden, and it takes him by surprise.  Her lips are soft, and he stares at her with a bemused look.  She had mentioned this sort of contact before, but usually she asked before doing such things.  Still, he simply allows her to do whatever she wants as usual while he watches her curiously.  

     “Is that some sort of welcome back greeting?”  He muses aloud, faint amusement in his voice while as he holds out a bag towards her.  The sound of coins echo from it as he offers it.  “The town gave me a gift for curing the sickness.  Feel free to use it on whatever.”

[puckrph]

‘NOT YOUR KIND OF PEOPLE’ SENTENCE STARTERS

taken from garbage’s 2012 album. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

AUTOMATIC SYSTEMATIC HABIT

‘ you love those lies. ’ ‘ you love those lies, you tell them straight to my face. ’ ‘ they feel so right. ’ ‘ they keep you safe. ’ ‘ you’re so good at it, it comes automatic: lies. ’ ‘ i can see right through, you have see-through eyes. ’ ‘ i won’t be your dirty little secret. ’ ‘ not for you, not for me, not your other lover. ’ ‘ men like you keep me up at night. ’ ‘ you want your woman at home and your bit on the side. ’ ‘ you’re so good at it, a systematic habit. ’ ‘ i’ll tell your mother, tell your brother, tell your friends, tell your teacher. i won’t be your dirty little secret. ’ ‘ i won’t be knocked down. ’

BIG BRIGHT WORLD

‘ we are difficult to understand. ’ ‘ it was hard to make the simple plan work. ’ ‘ that’s what made it burn. ’ ‘ you’re a satellite around my heart. ’ ‘ it’s indescribable, and that’s what makes it you. ’ ‘ inside this big, bright world, we rage against the dying light. ’ ‘ you’re mysterious, you make no sense. ’ ‘ i love you because you’re innocent. ’ ‘ magnify the best inside me, fill the parts that you can’t find, the parts that won’t give out when things get hard. ’ ‘ i’m with you. ’

BLOOD FOR POPPIES

‘ i’ve been sitting here all night long. ’ ‘ duty calls, but it’s way too late, i’m too far gone. ’ ‘ i miss my dog. i miss my freedom. ’ ‘ i don’t know why they’re calling on the radio. ’ ‘ i know i’m right. ’ ‘ i hate the things i think about you when i’m all alone. ’ ‘ i know you’re tough, but i’ve been gone for so long. ’ ‘ i play the memories of you inside my head so all those pictures of us burn and radiate. ’ ‘ i’m falling through the cracks. ’ ‘ i’ve got to take a chance and keep on moving. ’ ‘ i see your light from miles away. ’

CONTROL

‘ the world might end, the night might fall, rain on down and cover us all, and drown us with the burdens of our sins. ’ ‘ i’ll look you in the eye, tell you “you don’t wanna die.” ‘ ‘ maybe i’ll hold my breath and jump right in. ’ ‘ your autograph would really buy me time. ’ ‘ if you think you are the reason, give me something to believe in. ’ ‘ it’s always darkest right before the dawn. ’ ‘ i confess: i’ve lost control. ’ ‘ i let my guard down. ’ ‘ i let the truth out. ’ ‘ flip a coin and see which way i fall. ’ ‘ the charlatan is singing. we love to watch him killing. ’ ‘ i can feel i’ve lost control. ’ ‘ i was trapped like a prisoner in my skin. ’ ‘ i was bound, and i was caged, and i was tricked. ’ ‘ i was suffocating. ’

NOT YOUR KIND OF PEOPLE

‘ we are not your kind of people. ’ ‘ you seem kind of phony. ’ ‘ we don’t see eye to eye. ’ ‘ i don’t want to be like you ever in my life. ’ ‘ when you start talking there’s nothing but white noise. ’ ‘ running around, trying to fit in and wanting to be loved. it doesn’t take much for someone to shut you down. ’ ‘ you can’t sit still, and you don’t like hanging around the crowd. ’ ‘ they don’t understand. ’ ‘ you dropped by here as i was sleeping. ’ ‘ you came to see the whole commotion. ’ ‘ the joke’s on me for not believing. ’ ‘ we see through your lies. ’ ‘ we won’t be cast as demons, creatures you despise. ’ ‘ we are extraordinary people. ’

FELT

‘ i felt sure you felt something. felt sure, but it really was nothing. ’ ‘ you’re only guessing. ’ ‘ they’re only feelings, baby. ’ ‘ i felt i’d left you hanging. felt sure i’d stopped myself caring. ’ ‘ you felt that i’d stopped believing. ’ ‘ what is real? is real reason? ’ ‘ i still get you. do you still get me? ’ ‘ i felt my skin on your skin. it felt sure, sensations like raining. ’ ‘ you felt. no logical thinking. ’

I HATE LOVE

‘ your words are pretty but i already know who you are. ’ ‘ i knew you before you met me, long before we would part. ’ ‘ you tricked me and laid on my bones. ’ ‘ you kissed me and buried my hope. ’ ‘ you stole my spirit. ’ ‘ they lay all their dreams on you. ’ ‘ they let you in, and you start to believe you’re soft as a miracle. ’ ‘ i was new and unfurled: innocent and open as any lamb, and hoping for paradise. ’ ‘ i hate love. ’ ‘ love leaves you desperate and feeling a fool. ’ ‘ love makes you ruthless and love makes you cruel. ’ ‘ love makes you crazy with nothing but lies. ’ ‘ love promises nothing, and then your love dies. ’ ‘ it’s 2 am, where are you? ’

SUGAR

‘ give me sugar, give me something sweet. ’ ‘ i’ve spent a lifetime feeling incomplete. ’ ‘ if i sound bitter, or if i’ve come too late, please reconsider. ’ ‘ i don’t need much on my plate. ’ ‘ don’t come close. please keep at a distance. ’ ‘ look, but don’t touch till the light goes on. ’ ‘ don’t touch the glass till the curtain calls. ’ ‘ don’t make me wait. ’ ‘ give me something deep. ’ ‘ i don’t make a habit of crawling on my knees, but this is different. ’ ‘ can’t you see i’m in control? ’ ‘ this is the moment where all your dreams have flown. ’ ‘ oh, won’t someone love me? ’ ‘ won’t someone love me? like you? ’

BATTLE IN ME

‘ look at you: an accident of drinking. ’ ‘ what a mess, a train wreck of lipstick. ’ ‘ what a joke, but do you hear me laughing? ’ ‘ get out of my face before i lose my patience. ’ ‘ let’s cut this party. ’ ‘ it takes a lot to shake me. ’ ‘ it’s a bloody war of attrition, let’s see which one of us is going to last the night. ’ ‘ “white rabbit” plays right when the room starts spinning. ’ ‘ i want something to happen, so make it happen. ’ ‘ let’s take a torch to the past and the future. ’ ‘ let’s make out. i won’t tell your girlfriend. ’ ‘ see how it feels with a passion burning; we’ll be damned when we’re done. ’

MAN ON A WIRE

‘ i looked into the mirror, what did i see? there was a big black beast looking back at me. ’ ‘ you looked into my eyes. what did you see? ’ ‘ like a man on a wire, i set myself on fire. ’ ‘ i’m the destroyer of a dream, trying to find a spark, desperate for love. ’ ‘ i was like a volcano just waiting to explode. ’ ‘ i have been resurrected, reborn, and i have been transformed. ’ ‘ i was a green eyed monster. ’ ‘ could you tell i was afraid? ’ ‘ i sat myself down and shot my fear in the face. ’ ‘ i see you sitting around with your wristwatch and your white collared shirt. ’ ‘ i see you hoping to watch me fail. ’

BELOVED FREAK

‘ you’re not certain when you feel hurt. ’ ‘ get violent when you deal with how the world drags you along. ’ ‘ you’re not alone. ’ ‘ nothing good was ever free. ’ ‘ no one gets it. no one sees. ’ ‘ here you stand: beloved freak. ’ ‘ sometimes we get so tired and weak, we lose the sky beneath our feet. ’ ‘ every comet throws an arc and scars our vision ‘cross the dark. ’ ‘ when we’re gone, we will remain. ’ ‘ people lie and people steal. they misinterpret how you feel. ’ ‘ we doubt and we conceal. ’ ‘ don’t worry for me. just think of yourself. ’ ‘ the world is at your feet. ’

[ichorwinged]

Sometimes I just think.  

I’ve always found it interesting that given how “driven” Lucilius is to end the world, he actually was just...snoozing even after he was reattached to Lucifer’s body.  Of course astrals are wild since even that one corpse was manipulated in that one event, and in the end they just wanted to rest.  The astrals even in ebisu are supposedly super strong too which is why theyre having all that discourse and tehn theres Loki.  

Sometimes I like to wonder if he was in a sort of dreamscape while asleep, one he didn’t want to wake up from which was why he was still dormant for a long while after he was revived.  Whether it be old Canaan before he was losing himself, or maybe just a garden with Lucifer who’s still arguably his most important person at the end of the day which was why Lucio’s appearance just shook him bc he’s supposed to be dead.  

Then of course, there’s when he does lose he just kinda goes “welp, too many unknown variables” and he’s actually not upset?  GBFVS is providing more on him so thats interesting to follow along.  He hates the world yes, but sometimes I just think he just wants peace and quiet.

[ichorwinged]

Smiling huh.

[ichorwinged]

aaetherius​:

    His gaze lowers to meet his creator’s with ease when his eyes turn towards him for a brief moment. Questions that he doesn’t voice swim in the vast blues of his irises as the answer he had been given, alongside the frown, remains ever present in his mind. For now, he chooses to keep further inquiries to himself, not out of fear of offending the other or even misstepping - such thoughts don’t even occur to him, but rather because his own curiosity, the very thing that had driven him to ask in the first place, prevents him from doing so now. Studying Lucilius from where he stands beside the other, watching his expression change as he wordlessly reads over the notes he had taken.    

     “I see,” comes his eventual reply, soft and quiet so as to not disturb the other as he fiddles with his notes. It’s not unlike his creator’s in pitch, but, at the time, is so vastly dissimilar in tone that how alike their voices are is barely noticeable. He speaks with in a gentle, reserved, and polite manner. In a voice that conveys warmth and rings with emotions he doesn’t openly display, yet somehow they manage to tangle about his every word. It contrasts Lucilius’s low voice, though Lucifer has never thought much about it. Yet, he suspects his efforts are not yielding the results the researcher desires if his sour expression and the sigh that follows is anything to go off of. 

     There’s a brief flicker of surprise that crosses his features upon hearing the other’s question, but it vanishes just as quickly as it had appeared. His attention turns away from the cloth bag, the notes, and his dear friend to fully face the endless sky that stretches out before them. Such questions aren’t common of Lucilius, though he is more than willing to humor the other in this case - then again, he typically always is. He harbors nothing but respect and admiration for his creator. And such questions aren’t uncommon to him - the mortals who utter prayers beneath their breaths that reach him upon the winds that extend to the furthest reaches of these very skies are often filled with them. 

       At dawn, the normal blue of the sky is still tinted a mixture of gold and pink. The shimmer of the stars that had once illuminated them is now replaced by thin clouds that roll sluggishly through the breeze. Looking up at it, he can feel the tender, yet feeble heat of the rising sun licking at his skin. It’s not a feeling he’s unfamiliar with. He has watched the sky since the day his purpose had been bestowed upon him. His wings are capable of carrying him well above the stars that look down upon most, and his fingers have touched the damp nothingness that clouds are made of time and time again. He finds his gaze often drawn to it. To everything it actually is, and everything it remains in theory alone. 

        “Is that so.” To him, Lucilius’s words have always been absolute, and so he never questions or doubt their certainty, save for when he can tell the other is brushing off his own well-being for the sake of pursuing his research. There’s a scientific answer to the question, of course: if there is clear air for hundreds of miles to the east, the sunlight passes all the way through to reach the sky and clouds above, turning it red. But that’s not the answer Lucilius desires from him now, nor is it the answer mortals are searching for when they breathe questions of the same nature into the air. 

       “Then, when I look at the sky like this, I think of something eternal. A wonder that is endless: how, why, what can do be done? Questioning that never ceases, yet somehow seems to grow in volume during the quietest hours of the morning. A longing to know, and to understand the answers to those questions. A yearning for those one feels close to - the idea of deepening one’s bonds with the start of something new. Elation at the thought of one’s feelings being met or understand - delight at the idea that it marks a starting point. Yet, pain at the notion that one’s words might not reach as far as they need to - that the fears that come with nightfall will remain true long after the skies have turned blue once more.” 

         He inhales softly against the scent of morning dew and the various flowers that have found a home upon this hill before he turns his head to face his creator once more. “And you, my friend, what is it that you think of when you look at it now?”         

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     "Such a fanciful answer Lucifer.  How interesting.”  A ghost of a smile flickers onto his face for a moment, before he turns back to his papers.  The answers the primarch had said was philosophical, and if it had come from anyone else he would have brushed it off as a foolish wandering.  The skyfarers had a similar view, didn’t they?  At least, it’s what he would think when beings with lesser power look up towards the sky.  Such vast nothingness can either be inspiring, or disheartening, as Lucifer had said.  It all depended on the mindset.  

       While Lucifer’s words seemed rooted into emotions, he doesn’t ridicule such comment--  someone made to be the governor of evolution should have such thoughts; empathetic and nurturing instead of someone cold and apathetic to living things.  Things grow at their own pace, and would change with the times; and he can’t help but wonder if the sky would always stay the same, carrying such thoughts along with the clouds.

    “I simply see it as it is now.  A color gradient.”  He replies, a sardonic tone taking over his words.  While it wasn’t an outright lie, it wasn’t the truth either.  He had looked upon the same sky as Lucifer and simply had a calm for a moment in contrast to his stormy mind.  Whether or not that would have the same effect later was debatable, but for now that answer was enough.  

      Finally, his eyes spot the sentence where he left off and he begins to write again, the creation of theory and the existence of chaos matter--but still, his eyes drift to the sky as his lips pull back into a stoic look.  Brows furrow, and he speaks again after a few moments of silence.  

      “If one were to reach the end of the skies, would they find the answers they ask to the sky?  Would their silent prayers be over, or would one simply continue to pursue even greater heights? ...It would be an interesting experiment.”  The last words are said dryly, as if it was a joke.  He of all people knew that there was nothing at the edge of the sky--one had to look up.  

      And if he looked carefully, he can see that inverted pyramid in the sky far above where they are, staring down and unreachable by any living thing’s hands.  That place that floated so high in the sky was a stepping stone at the end of the day that led the way for further evolutions, and the mysteries that came with it.  

       If he reached it, would all his questions be answered?  

      “...The Crimson Horizon...One could say the same while staring at that too, wouldn’t they?”  A light scoff follows his words as his hand continues to write.  “Would such wonders be the same if the sky had been red instead of blue?  What would have changed...”  He trails off into a mutter, but shakes his head to show that it was a rhetorical question and he didn’t expect the primal to answer his musings.  

     “Thank you for humoring my question.  It was something I didn’t expect.”

[ichorwinged]

@storyteller-prince​ sent:  ❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞ // djeeta

✴ ;

   “You were out in the sun for awhile.  Be sure to drink something before you rest.”  He replies evenly, simply letting the captain cling to him.  While not as cold as ice, his body tended to be on the cooler side--he assumed it was because he had poor circulation.  There was no reason to fix it, since it didn’t bother him.  

     A hand comes to place his cool palm against the girl’s warmer forehead as if to prove his point.  

     “Do you have any injuries that need to be treated?”

[ichorwinged]

Inbox call to be done tonight!

[vaememes]

THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

[ichorwinged]

✴ ;

  “The sky realm is flat.”

[ichorwinged]

If there’s gravity in the world, why do the islands float?  Because of magic?  Because the big black dragon said so?  Are the skies a globe?  Shouldn’t all the islands be in space?  What are we rotating around?  Is the sun in the center of all the islands and we just go whoosh around it?  Where is this town adjacent to the moon? Is the crimson horizon just the big black hole that makes the islands move and will one day finally implode on itself and end the world?  Why is the sky blue?