[inglacial]

❝ Pain And Turmoil Will Not Always Reveal Itself

Through Your Tears. ❞

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Ind. Private. Selective.

Fandomless OC

Scripted By Sybil

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Carrd

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[rpxmusings]

                                                    if i cannot bend                                                     H E A V E N                                                     i will raise                                                     H   E   L   L

[blazingviolets]

@inglacial ... continued

They always take his words at surface level, but Sylvain is different. Rafayel slips his hands into his pockets, shoulders slumped, his gaze drawled and lazy as he watches the heavy frame of the painting he'd came to deliver. His fingers idly trace the patterns on canvas. His strokes are always too deliberate to be wayward, but too fast to be careful. Few people know how to read them, though. Even fewer people noticed what the red pigment on the canvas truly is.

The scent of paint still clings to it. It's fresh.

"You've been more talkative lately." Rafayel whispers, "Finally starting to feel lonely? I can be good company if you say the word."

He lets out a slow exhale. He once believed in fairytales. All Lemurians do. Stories they were told by their parents since their youth, stories that ended in unanimous happiness where the heroes triumph and the monsters die. But as soon as he set foot on land he knows its the heroes in cages and the monsters who barter them off like a rare piece of art at an exhibition.

"But you're right," He smirks, adjusting the painting against the wall so it doesn't slide to the ground. He wipes a smudge of red paint off his cheek before he flippantly flicks a napkin to clean it off his thumb. "Even a dumber fish wouldn't bite on the same bait twice. S'pose it's the same for hackers, huh? When it comes to fishing?"

[inglacial]

There's a stagnant pause in the air as the other seems to take some time to respond, and the albino is in no hurry to demand one. Despite this, his eyes inadvertently wander to scan Rafayel's form, paint-stained and poised as though the artist hardly had any cares in the world. Really, had the scent of paint not clung to Rafayel so much, that red pigment would look akin to blood to an untrained eye. Then again, blood being shed in the N-109 zone wasn't exactly abnormal.

❝ If my choosing to talk a bit more bothers you so much, I'll shut up immediately.. But relax, I'm fine. ❞. Albeit the serious tone, it's as friendly a jab as the taller man can manage. Rafayel's offer is well noted all the same, however, shown only in the way.his eyes momentarily soften. ❝ Sil is off handling some sort of gig in a neighboring city, again. Only natural that it's only me here. ❞

.He supposed that fairytales only remained that until proof of existence revealed themselves, however...

Vie's eyes deviate once more, a single brow raising as the muffled echo of something being hung catches his ears. A mild snort slips past him in response, eager to show his response to how the work almost clashes with his room's walls. ❝ If there's something special in this piece I'm meant to be seeing here, it's not really sticking out. ❞ This certainly wasn't the first, nor would it be the last, time he's commented on the other's works in this manner, always having to tease regardless of how much he enjoyed the offer of being allowed to see them in person.. Would he admit to such, however? Absolutely not. ❝ Is it for a client? ❞

The final comment is what draws a hum from the depths of the programmer's throat, eyes drawing themselves back to the computer screen. ❝ Only by night. ❞ While he provided various hacking skills for those willing to pay, on the occasion, it wasn't really why he spent time on a computer so much... but ah, that wasn't really on topic, was it? ❝ And the fewer that do are either as foolish as you say, or they're fearless enough to risk their life for some form of ulterior goal... But hey, I guess that now and then, even stupidity has a knack of getting its way once in a while, right? ❞

[inglacial]

❛  stories like this can't come true.  ❜

❝ Isn't that kind of the entire point of a story? Not meant to be some sort of achievable truth, yet not quite being only a fantasy, either? ❞

Ah, but that's what stories always were, weren't they? Fantasies, oftentimes unobtainable except for in one's own mind, in the dreams that they conjured. Life was hardly ever a fairytale, though he's certain that plenty of other people strive for the opposite. While he finds others' efforts admirable, the albino preferred to remain more... realistic, he supposed. Perhaps this somehow helped spare him a little disappointment to know what it meant to live realistically in comparison to living by dreaming so much. Who knew?

There was always some truth in stories, however.

Indigo hues shift to meet the coral ones that stare back, temporarily relieving themselves of the computer screen glaring at him in the partially-dimmed room. In what time he'd known the artist, it surprised Vie just a little to hear the other say something such as that. Regardless, the only expression offered is one of careful contemplation, his gaze now focused back on the computer he'd abandoned to address Rafayel.

❝ We may not be able to make a fantasy into reality like how those folktale princesses do, ❞ the water-wielder pondered, a low, resonant and only slightly-sarcastic tone echoing through the room for a moment as he forced himself into a more upright position. A man of few words, as those who knew Sylvain personally knew him, he can only offer what he felt towards the idea the purple-haired male voiced. ❝ But what we can do is take the lessons these stories offer and apply them to ourselves as our own lives drag on. ❞

❝ After all, life itself is one giant story, in a sense, isn't it? ❞

@blazingviolets :: phantom of the opera

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( all of these are taken from the song lyrics from the musical of the same name. feel free to change pronouns and adjust to your needs! )

❛  remember me once in a while — please promise me you'll try.  ❜ ❛  where in the world have you been hiding?  ❜ ❛  stories like this can't come true.  ❜ ❛  close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.  ❜ ❛  and you'll live as you've never lived before.  ❜ ❛  let your darker side give in.  ❜ ❛  who was that shape in the shadows?  ❜ ❛  is this what you wanted to see?  ❜ ❛  now you cannot ever be free!  ❜ ❛  fear can turn to love, you'll learn to see.  ❜ ❛  i shall give you one last chance.  ❜ ❛  it's useless trying to appease me.  ❜ ❛  you're only saying this to please me.  ❜ ❛  if he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go.  ❜ ❛  it was an accident ... simply an accident.  ❜ ❛  why have you brought me here?  ❜ ❛  what you heard was a dream and nothing more.  ❜ ❛  i'm here, nothing can harm you.  ❜ ❛  i'm here with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.  ❜ ❛  promise me that all you say is true, that's all i ask of you.  ❜ ❛  you're safe, no one will find you.  ❜ ❛  all i want is freedom, a world with no more night, and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.  ❜ ❛  all our fears are in the past.  ❜ ❛  why is it secret? what have we to hide?  ❜ ❛  [name], what are you afraid of?  ❜ ❛  you were once my companion, you were all that mattered.  ❜ ❛  why can't the past just die?  ❜ ❛  don't make me do this. it scares me.  ❜ ❛  we'll be parted forever, he won't let me go.  ❜ ❛  am i to risk my life to win the chance to live?  ❜ ❛  do i have any choice?  ❜ ❛  i know i can't refuse, and yet i wish i could.  ❜ ❛  don't think that i don't care, but every hope and every prayer rests on you now.  ❜ ❛  you! why did you let this happen?  ❜ ❛  but can i trust you?  ❜ ❛  i love her! does that mean nothing?  ❜ ❛  the world showed no compassion to me!  ❜ ❛  did you think that i would harm her?  ❜ ❛  why should i make her pay for the sins which are yours?  ❜ ❛  this is the choice — this is the point of no return.  ❜

[inglacial]

It didn't bother the white-haired male much that he had a rather small inner circle of friends, really. Most of the students at Bofurin had been more outgoing to some degree, but while Sylvain didn't exactly mind the open-heartedness of the majority of his classmates, he usually preferred the less... rambunctious crowd. Still, Hinata and the others were a decent bunch. At least Haruka's occasional outburst proved to be of some entertainment, though.

Mauve-colored eyes shift, now staring down the shorter male as, for once, Sugishita seemed to bring voice to his thoughts. Was he really that curious about him that he'd choose those words specifically, or was he worried somehow? Either way, the idea of either of them being true was enough to make the brow above the one visible eye, the other partially concealed by a towel firmly placed over the bridge of the albino's nose, raise a little as if to signal his curiosity at the question.

❝ You sure you want to know the answer to that? ❞ a sonorous tone rings out in response, as apathetic as ever while still managing some semblance of teasing inquisitiveness. While his own personal means of handling certain situations had usually contradicted others, Vie was equally as proud to have been able to join Bofurin as another student. ❝ Can't guarantee you'll particularly enjoy whatever it is I have to say, anyways.. Nevermind, it's nothing anyone would really want to either boast or whine about, anyways. ❞

His last meeting with Sugishita had been somewhat brief, from what little he recalled of the early childhood he spent in Japan, though it was a known fact to him that the first year just some feet away was always as taciturn as he was right now. Somehow, it was rather refreshing, knowing some things hadn't changed during the span of his absence. ❝ We aren't really here to talk about me, though, are we? You never told me how you ended up coming to join Bofurin, Sugishita. ❞

@sugitea :: cont.

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[leneemusing]

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[lyricalmusingstuff]

&& I'll become the m o n s t e r. Like n o n e they've ever known.

[inglacial]

You didn’t hear this from me, but it’s 100% guaranteed that Vie will just… shut down when someone calls him anything but his name or any of his nicknames.

[inglacial]

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

Really, if the magic that had just been flung in various directions hadn’t grazed his frame so much, Sylvain could have sworn that this ‘world of magic’ was little more than his imagination running wild amidst his dreams, creating scenarios and characters that no one back home would believe in. Magic, blot, a mirror with an ensnared face. Hell, a talking cat… Months later and it was still too surreal somehow, too mind-boggling. If Sylvain hadn't felt the way that the magic nearly burned as it grazed his arm, he could have sworn he was trapped in some messed-up dream, that his body was merely stuck in some sort of absurdly-long nightmare and would eventually wake from..

He's certain that telling such a story back home would land him in an asylum or something.

Mauve-dyed optics are quick to shift to meet those of the octavinelle student’s, apathetic yet observant as the eel’s voice rings out. Jade, as strange and eerie as the tall male came off, hadn’t been one of the first students outside of the entrance ceremony to try and make conversation with him, though he certainly seemed to know how to stand out if what the whispers of the other students spoke of him. Some good, some bad, though the majority of the tall male couldn’t bring himself to care too much for the standard gossip. Sylvain was hardly one to socialize beyond what was necessary, anyways.

❝ I scarcely meet an individual who enjoys bleeding. I didn't think you to be a masochist, Leech. ❞

The words, spoken in such a placid tone, fall like a lava flow from pale lips as lilac hues shift back to the obsidian sky overhead, While humor was never really his strong point, even the ever-appearing grump has to attempt some form of joke now and then. The latest overblot, Jamil, had not been entirely unexpected, if Sylvain was to be honest with himself, though it would be a lie if he said that he was expecting it to be the vice-housewarden rather than the housewarden himself, like it had been times past. He had to confess, the assistance that the octavinelle trio had lent had really come in handy this time. If they hadn't, well...

He didn't really like the thought of dying in the middle of a desert.

❝ `Bleeding for you` seems a bit excessive, though, even for you. I thought attempting to murder others was usually Kingscholar's style? ❞ A snort. Ah, he still hadn't forgotten the moments back during Leona's own overblot and that which led up to it. He couldn't help but wonder if Malleus had any idea of Leona's frustrations over the constant magift losses... ❝ Regardless, do not give me a reason to enjoy one's suffering. There is a very thin line between a villain and a monster, after all. ❞

@muraenide :: darker vibes

[oathkeptmusings]

darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

[inglacial]

❝ ‘Cause All Of The Stars Are Fading Away

Just Try Not To Cry, You’ll See Them Someday

Take What You Need And Be On Your Way

And Stop Crying Your Heart Out. ❞

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Ind. Private. Selective.

Fandomless OC

Scripted By Sybil

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