record of the moon

It is from an "if" story not of this world. At the bottom of the depths of the moon's sea, it is the treasure of seven trials. A fake spirit of light used to recreate every miracle.

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CHARACTER AESTHETICS.

bold what applies.

I. THE FAIRY. chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair.the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair.crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at 3am with no coat.platonic hand-holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner.forbidden fruit.

II. THE REAPER. computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor.  crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

III. THE WITCH. graffiti. pretending to know what you’re doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor.a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions and spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

IV. THE WOLF. murders of crows. frost-bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. sharp canines.  soft, thick fur. hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods. knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.

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"Hoo, your poison melts everything that touches?" A cruel smile pasted on the Alter Ego's lip as icy blue eyes stared in amusement at the 'doll' before her. "Heh, we're the same." // meltlilith hi

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She was a doll-like creation, a Homunculus who was created to be “perfect.” The symmetrical face, big bright teal-colored eyes, lips plump and beautiful, the body that never grew old, and the lack of a heartbeat: the gemstone heart was the only thing that kept her alive. However, here stood the young woman whose existence was akin to hers in specific ways. She was the existence of the future, an Alter Ego, a creation that differed from her own but was still so close to her soul that it could hurt. Ruler stood there, unable to speak at first.

Meltlilith, right? That’s how Master of Chaldea called her the moment she was summoned. Cardia was working along with Da Vinci. The information she got was probably what Leonardo gave her, speaking of fellow servants who were working here. The moment the other approached her, Beckford also couldn’t help but notice her beauty. The entirely created young lady. The Alter Ego of pleasure from what she had heard. A part of the Moon Cancer BB. However, the last sentence made the Ruler’s eyes widen in surprise. We’re the same. It was surprisingly sweet and tender in her heart despite the other’ cruel smile. She ignored it.

A smile appeared on Homunculus’ face as she nodded, showing to the other nothing but tenderness and kindness in return. There was no fear towards the other. Only respect and curiosity. Yes, they seemed to be the same, weren’t they? It appeared that the other had a similar situation. Guessing by her speech pattern, Meltlilith was similar to her. An acidic poison in their bodies that kills everything it touches, hurting others without meaning. Ah, it must be such a saddening tale for her as well, for Meltlilith.

“Yes, you are correct,”  the woman spoke out without breaking the eye contact. Meltlilith had the information at her disposal. Da Vinci wouldn’t be hiding it as Cardia said it was alright. Or maybe it was Master who told the other it. It didn’t matter. The fact that she knew made things so much easier. It was funny, though. They even sounded kind of alike. Their voices. Perhaps, it was the fate for them to meet, who knew?  “I guess we are, Meltlilith.”

A chuckle escaped the Homunculus as she looked at the other once again. The tingling feeling of happiness was rising up in her chest. Someone similar to her… It didn’t happen before. It felt so exciting and so new. The same as her. The same. Yes, it sounded so beautiful. 

“Now that you are here and have walked so far away, would you like to enjoy some sweets with me? I’d love to talk to you. Speaking to such a breathtakingly beautiful maiden should be followed by equally sweet things, right? That’s what I’ve been told.”  It was more of a joke, but she wanted to drink some tea either way. She wasn’t lying when she called Meltlilith beautiful. She was. The Alter Ego looked like the ballerina, a beautifully created one. 

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I finished the CCC event ( or at least watched/read it on YB because I don’t play NA ahaha ) so I’m ready to be Melt!!!

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I been nudged at for her...

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“Don’t call me Melty Kitty!!!” 

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lamentknight‌:

       The knight cocks his head to the side, lips creased to a frown in her response. Was his presence that unbearable? oh how sad! “Then aren’t you freely able to leave if you will?..I am …not seeking you to be forced to see me.”

“...” He had a point, Meltlilith could have just simply left on her own but... “Why should I be the one leaving, you should be the one to turn around and leave.” 

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lamentknight‌:

               “….The grumbling.. does ones stomach hunger for something to eat? to think an alter ego could..”

How annoying. How absolutely annoying to see his face around! Well actually his face was fine, it was just his mouth. “My stomach isn’t grumbling, I’m grumbling because I have to see you of all people here.” 

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Grumbling at a sight of a certain redhead. // @lamentknight

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sessycin replied to your post: Wants to say something but feels absolutely...

cute

“Oh, what’s this, a free target for me to stab?” 

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I want to write as Melt but IDK what so headcanon instead. 

Melt doesn’t like to eat in public, simply because she’s a messy eater because she doesn’t have feelings in her hand to understand what a “grip” is. But as a Servant, she doesn’t need to consume food in the first place though she takes pleasure in the taste as a means of self-enjoyment for herself. 

So if she does have to eat in public, somebody has to feed her. You would think that she would act haughty about it but her pride gets in the way and finds the act more embarrassing than anything else. 

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Wants to say something but feels absolutely disgusted to form words. 

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@goldcncrowned // Come to your mom I guess

Her gaze was stern as it has always been as she watched her son, Gilgamesh, asking for her forgiveness as he was too lazy to get her the finest robes that he has to offer to her. The Goddess merely shook her head before stepping forth to her child, no longer was he a young boy that dotes over her, but a full-grown man, a King that watches over his own people. 

“You know that you always have my forgiveness on hand, Gilgamesh.” And her blessings. 

“Though...I suppose I will let your words slide just this once considering that the look in your eyes has not changed.” Finally a smile. “I miss you.”

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       ❝ Because I am not a normal child. ❞

“You were much cuter when you were a boy.” 

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“Why can’t my son say he misses me or loves me like a normal child would?”

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marsarrim‌:

“it’s fine - father will do something stupid and mother will scold him and that will distract them.” now how should he change his hair? magic perhaps? he would need to find the right person for that.

What is Gilgamesh doing? What is Girin also doing?

 Is what Ninsun thought to herself when she heard this from her grandson. “Ah, I see. Their relationship hadn’t changed even after having you.” She places her hand on his shoulders before kneeling down. 

“However, you mustn’t do things that would get you in trouble. Hair is a lot more important than you realize.”