Oh, so now the stranger reacts ? Not only are they an anomaly, but they’re an ignorant one too. Wonderful. Just what he needed. His senses may still be off due to the generous beating he achieved not even a few months prior, but Kcalb feels as if the presence before him is neither angel nor demon, or any other supernatural creature that he could think of. A human ? A human. Of course the most unexpected happens when he’s still too weak to do anything ( other than kill the child, but he’s not so fond of the idea ). Oh, dear. He signed up to be the Devil, not a babysitter.
“ … And just who are you ? “
How does one go about talking to children properly anymore ? He’s awful.
And he spoke too. That should’ve been a comfort, but the question felt a bit harsh to her. It was strange, really. While so much of him looked inhuman, he still looked, human-like all the same. Not to mention how tall her was in comparison to her! Would he attack her, or keep looking at her all scarily like that? That pure black sclera felt like it was staring into her soul, and it definitely didn’t help her trembling. He was definitely intimidating to her, and her posture showed it.
“...I-Ib,” she finally spoke, albeit as quiet as possible.
She lingers in silence for a few seconds more before adding:
“Are those.....?”
Her words trail off, but she’s clearly looking at his horns.
Footsteps that tread so lightly against marble tile, the
prince who was still semi asleep can only hear the echo
of polished heels against stone. Amongst his bed of
roses he arises, gray hues darting to where the sound of
those steps are coming from. They sound familiar in their
pacing, a soft pang to that empty part of his chest. Those
crimson hues that appear before him, that petite frame that
entered the halls of his domain time and time again as he
slumbered.
The sight of him alone was enough to stop her in her tracks. But when he spoke, and remembered her... It felt like she was overwhelmed with sadness.
All this time she spent with him spoke wonders. She enjoyed being in his company, and she really hoped he felt the same way. Yet, looking at him again... her head ached. There was something missing, she knew, but no matter how many times she’s seen him, how many times they’ve spoken, it never comes back to her. Every moment felt hollow, a piece meant to be there somehow lost. But that didn’t stop her.
She didn’t care about what she’d forgotten. She cared about him.
“You--” Her voice came out weak.
She took a deep breath and started again.
“Are you okay?”
This is not one of the villagers. This is not one of his. That is a completely foreign person just standing there and looking at him. What is this ? Is this a joke ? Is Etihw trying to prank him or something along that line ? This is unbelievable. What the heck ? He’s so busy being confused that he can’t even muster a reaction toward the girl other than a very uncomfortable, very perplexed stare.
She felt she had been daydreaming for awhile, because she wasn’t expecting to see this sight in front of her. Eyes widen and she takes a few steps back, unable to hide her shivering. Hands close themselves into fists to stop them from shaking. What should she do? A scary man was staring at her, with eyes more peculiar than her own. Should she run? At the moment, she was merely frozen in place, waiting for a response.
...And were those horns? Those were definitely horns. Where on earth was she?
well, if you haven’t figured it out yet:
yes, i am probably returning to ib.
i’ll most likely be coming back w/ my garbear
BUT i’m going to have to start all over. atm i’m only following 25 blogs, 95% of which are inactive. i am most likely going to be clearing out my followers list as well, as 100+ inactive blogs just makes me anxious and it’s a pain to navigate; it’ll also show me who’s still active around here. note that if i force-unfollow you you’re free to follow back, it’s just for my anxiety. this only applies to inactive blogs, so if you’re active don’t worry!
this will probably be applying soon. i will most likely not being making any posts for awhile, because i do have some work to do, but if you’re interested in a thread or just chatting with me feel free to send an ask or an im, i’ve missed you all!
part 2: revamp }
if you’ve poked around my blog you might’ve noticed some of my pages have been changed or are blank all-together. i’m going to put ib through a much-needed revamp. now that i’ve grown i’ve found the way i’ve been portraying ib isn’t how i wanted it. she’s still a laconic presence, that’s what i’ve been trying to show all this time, but now she’ll be much more delicate, thoughtful, and of course; lingering in her memories.
if you’ve liked my ib, thank you, she won’t change that much, but i will be putting more emotion into my work. looking through the blog, i’ve cringed on my writing. i’ve felt my ib wasn’t lifelike enough. that i’ve been failing to show the ib i’ve been wanting to show this entire time. and i hope this time around, i will be able to show this. i’ve always revamped her ‘about’ page and am seriously considering a biography to show off the headcanons i’ve built up over these months. this will probably come around in the next few days if i do decide to go with it, but i will be taking my time and making sure it is perfect.
part 3: illness }
i... have to come clean about this.
i’ve been suffering from a chronic illness for over a year and a half now. on my 17th birthday, i was gifted with this auto-immune disease. (i’d rather not say exactly what it is because it’s a bit embarrassing, but) i ended up having to be pulled from school and life in general because of how severe it was. this month, i was blessed with a medicine that has made it so much more bearable, but i am getting testing and more stuff done next month. hopefully i will be going back into life soon, but as of current i have been barely able to leave the house.
basically, i get severely sick whenever i eat. my body attacks food and even my own body because it doesn’t understand what it is, and thus i am struggling with illness constantly.
but i’m not letting it consume my life. i am hopeful with this new medicine and stuff, that i’ll be able to go back into life soon. my dad has told me about a job that sounds like it could be my cup of tea, and i’m hoping to try working for the first time next year. i have plans to go back and finish school. i have plans to start living life again. i am not letting this year and a half of suffering go to waste. i am going to live again.
part 4: conclusion }
and thus, that’s a summary of what’s been going on, and what’s to come. i’m very excited to get back into the roleplay community and i hope i will be able to make new friends and have fun again. i’ve got a lot on my plate before i’m completely back but i hope you and everyone to come can appreciate what i can bring to the community. i hope to see you all soon!
Out from broken glass he treads, slumber ceasing when eyelids flutter. The heart stirs, forcing itself back into rhythm as blood flows through empty veins. The fabrication trembles to life, the roses that lay wilted around him blossom, welcoming the sleeping prince.
Out forth he steps, recalling memories where they had been lacking.
She thought she heard something stirring.
...It must’ve been her imagination.
How many times has she visited this place to see him? How many times had he not been there? Despite how many times she’s been here to no avail, she still visits; and her gentle footsteps are the only sound she hears. There’s still hope in her heart he’ll be back. There’s still determination to speak with him again.
1) why did you choose your url?
the entire point of my ib was to be a silent, observant ib-- almost to the point it was creepy. that's why i chose laconicpresence; laconic, as in someone who speaks very little, and presence, as even though she's there, she's only barely there
2) what is your middle/first/nick name?
names are too... difficult....
atm i'm going by se or mado, i guess?
3) if you could own a fairytale/fictional pet, what would it be?
...fennekin? :"D it’d be nice to own any pokemon really, but fennekin is my favorite (besides pikachu but i dont wanna be electrocuted)
4) favorite color?
i really love pastel pink, and bright yellow...
5) favorite song?
all time favorite is lurk by the neighbourhood
but my current addiction is underachiever by hatsune miku
6) what are your top 3 fandoms?
yume nikki, dangan ronpa, and touhou probably though all rpgmaker games are cool in my book
7) why do you enjoy tumblr?
it's relaxing, and i met most of my online friends here so now it's just :")
8) tag 9 of your tumblr crushes
no....
everyone is my crush
"Viola. Just Viola."The girl gave a smile at the sight of the other seeming to have calmed down a bit, showing no sign of nerves from those nightmares that she recently had. If anything, she just wanted to help the other from her problems, even if it was just nightmares.
"I’m just from a little mansion in a middle of the forest. Not much of a place really haha. It’s just nice to come out and stretch my legs."Though, she still worried about the house being safe, she was the only one living there, so anything could happen to it.
"Viola..?" She repeated the name, fascinated by the sound. A foreign name, to her, at least. "It's nice to meet you." Another small awkward silence occurs as the child shifts from foot to foot, uncertain on what expression she should have. Her head tilts slightly, curiosity lingering amongst red hues.
"It must be lonely without neighbors..." She'd never heard of mansions being placed in the middle of the woods-- weren't they built for showing off your wealth? She supposed her family must be a very self-kept one, something she could partially relate to.
A nightmare would be enough to keep anyone in this state, to have lack of sleep from it, fear of falling back to sleep in case if they fall into the same nightmare that they just had.The girl would pat the other on the back, but she’s only just met her, no need to go that far yet.
”It’s over you know.”
”Least everything is fine now.”
The child tensed up, completely frozen in place. She had expected something to happen, but all she felt was a light pat on her back; the other's attempt at comfort. Soothing words escaped the other's lips, causing Ib to finally relax herself, though her eyes still barely avoid eye contact.
"...Yes. Thank you." She honestly needed to be kinder, instead of being fearful. Hesitant words attempt to form a question for the girl, the child obviously not used to saying them. "You're... Where are you from..?"
Her companion spoke... normally, much to her surprise. A young girl, perhaps she was older than her, but nonetheless, she was young-- it felt a bit comforting that she was still a child. Shoulders loosen and her expression softens a bit, a sigh escaping her lips.
She's quick to jump back, creating distance between herself and the girl. Pausing, abyssal hues stare down the stranger for many heartbeats before a small voice rings out.
After months of silence, the child broke her statue-like state-- only a small shuffle, but nonetheless, she moved. A small breath is given as she tugs blankets closer, only before lapsing back into her sleeping rhythm. It felt as it was if she had been frozen in place.
Nevertheless, all was the same, once again. The child continued sleeping, still not at the day she'd reawaken.
