in full bloom.

sabri nabil. son of nefertum. 24. the flower of the nile river. part of conquerhq.

[nefertied]

you'll always know the reason why we could've had the moon and the sky

full  name:  sabri  nabil.  date  of  birth:  may  6th.  age:  23.  native  origins:  washington,  D.C.  fc:  anthony  keyvan.  gender:  trans  male  (  he/  him  ).  orientation:  homosexual  homoromantic.

hair  color:  brunette.  length:  short.  eye  color:  soft  brown  (  glow  indigo  when  using  magic  ).  build:  a  little  bit  toned  from  regular  activity,  kind  of  soft  and  lean  but  deceptively  full  in  some  areas.  height:  5'7  ft  tattoos:  none.  piercings:  ears  (  too  scared  to  get  their  nipples  done  ).

alignment:  neutral  good.  positives:  delightful,  bright,  charming,  good  listener,  soft  spoken,  very  intelligent.  negatives:  shy,  a  little  bit  introverted,  wallflower,  self-critical.  likes:  making  candles,  anything  that  smells  good,  gardening,  aromatherapy,  cozy  nights,  playing  piano.

mother:  fatima  nabil. father:  nefertum,  egyptian  god  of  the  blue  lotus  &  perfumes.  adoptive  parent:  arastoo  ali  (  adoptive  dad  ).  siblings:  anya  (  little  sister  ).  pets:  N/A.  education:  attended  georgetown  and  got  a  bachelor's  in  pharmacy,  worked  in  a  medical  lab  for  a  brief  period.

brief  bio:  fatima  nabil,  an  upcoming  archeologist,  ventured  to  egypt  for  a  review  of  several  found  treasures.  during  her  time  there,  she  found  herself  enamored  with  a  certain  scent  …  as  well  as  the  procurer  of  the  scent,  a  perfumer  who  was  always  by  the  nile.  her  curiosity  grew  to  fascination,  and  thus  to  a  love  affair  came  about,  resulting  in  her  nile  flower,  sabri.  with  the  disappearance  of  the  perfumer,  fatima  was  unsure  of  her  future  outside  of  her  career,  until  she  met  arastoo,  who  was  just  as,  if  not  more  wonderful  than  the  mysterious  perfumer.  with  their  union,  sabri  grew  up  surrounded  by  love  and  joy  for  much  of  their  life,  excelling  and  having  a  promising  academic  career,  doing  various  clubs  and  extracurricular  activities,  blossoming  into  the  flower  they  were  born  to  be.  however,  they  would  venture  a  new  journey  near  16,  when  their  true  father  was  revealed  as  nefertum,  thus  opening  his  right  to  the  egyptian  camp.  even  there,  sabri  excelled,  but  the  world  was  so  much  different  now.  still,  he  did  his  absolute  best  to  understand,  and  would  eventually  learn  the  ways  of  the  flower  to  aid  his  teammates  as  magical  support,  using  the  power  of  the  lotus  to  heal  his  teammates  and  provide  disadvantages  against  their  opposition.  now  with  the  assimilation  of  ark  island,  sabri  will  do  just  as  they  did  then  now.

[bledastray]

...              the ark might be filled with demigods of different backgrounds, but one thing for sure was that they were all pretty. it made sense, they were all part gods after all. but it was still such a jarring change from the commune he had lived in his entire life : not that his desire was ever subdued, but he never thought that he'd ever be spoiled for choice. and while everyone else he met so far smelled of sweat and blood, maybe it was his lucky day to finally find someone sweet amidst the chaos. ❝ even when battered and worn, they were certainly sturdier than the human body. i'll give them that. ❞ rafe responded as he looked at the severed dummy heads littering the ground, a teasing smile curling his lips. ❝ sabri ... a beautiful name. appropriate for a beautiful face. ❞ and although a hand wasn't offered, rafe believed that contact must be established to really get someone to open up. if not a handshake, then a hug. if not a hug, then this :     a hand placed along their jaw pretty face, thumb softly caressing sabri's cheek. maybe it was too forward, too intimate so fast and easy, but he didn't always meet many strangers. almost everything about him was guided by the little he knew and a more primal instinct. a honeyed smile formed on his lips, glancing at those hands carrying such heavy bags of groceries. ❝ do you need help with those ? i've got two hands. i won't ask for much in return except feeding my appetite. ❞ rafe offered half-jokingly, the other demigod didn't actually have to pay him back for an act of kindness. but he wouldn't decline either, willing to take every opportunity to get to know the other demigods. especially the prettier ones. he was still half a mortal after all ; so fallible to desire. ❝ and there's no better way to really introduce yourself than giving someone a taste of what you've got, isn't there ? and i promise i always return the favor. ❞

[nefertied]

sabri  had  no  idea  who  he  had  just  attracted,  but  that  might  not  be  such  a  bad  things.  beautiful  things  can  blossom  in  the  midst  of  spontaneous  events.  the  scent  of  blood  is  not  lost  on  sabri's  nose,  but  blood  seemed  to  be  within  rafe's  natural  scent,  not  necessarily  that  of  other's  spilled,  though  from  their  training  demonstration  that  could  be  well  arranged.  still,  sabri's  curiosity  was  peaked.  the  caress  to  their  face  was  unexpected,  but  it  was  unique,  telling  that  the  blood  fighter  touched  out  of  something  more  than  violence,  though  perhaps  a  bit  carnal  still.  his  words  were  sweet  to  say  the  least,  earning  a  slightly  bashful  smile  from  the  lotus  bringer.  ❝  you're  too  kind,  rafael.  if  you  wouldn't  mind  helping  of  course:  I'd  gladly  let  you  taste  what  I  have.  ❞  to  the  outside  view,  one  would  wonder  if  food  was  what  would  be  tasted,  but  also  most  would  do  well  to  remember  that  sabri  hails  from  a  god  who  was  revered  for  their  splendor  and  their  beauty,  so  for  all  of  their  purity  and  seeming  innocence,  they  were  no  stranger  to  desire.  it  didn't  hurt  that  they  were  quite  attractive,  devilishly  so  at  that. 

handing  one  of  the  bags  to  rafael  since  they  offered,  sabri  beckons  for  the  other  to  follow  with  their  free  hand.  it  was  always  nice  to  meet  new  members,  plus  it  seemed  like  they  could  use  a  meal  after  their  training.  ❝  I  take  it  you're  very  proficient  in  the  art  of  combat,  no  ?  you  fight  with  a  lot  of  tact  and  passion.  ❞  which  could  possibly  speak  to  other  aspects  of  physical  activity  … 

[ginger-by-the-sea]

[bledastray]

...               it  wasn't  at  all  difficult  to  think  that  he  had  been  born  into  this  role. butcher. killer. blood-spiller. after all, it was all he had ever known. and some might argue that he might have been different if circumstances were different ──────     if he wasn't born into a strict intentional community where blood was shed to demonstrate their reverence, but then rafe didn't think he would be himself at all. he didn't know anything else like a precise cut to the neck and seeing blood pouring out that allowed him to tap into something so ... primal. something so undeniable. and although the rapiers in his hands were nothing like his favorite butcher's knife, rafe had always been a quick learner. and training for combat wasn't the all different from butchering animals ... or the methodical ritual of sacrifices. hack. slash. puncture. he danced between the training dummies, each strike deliberate and precise. the rapiers whistled through the air, stabbing the necks of the dummies with accuracy. and with unsettling speed, he twisted the blades, severing heads cleanly from their bodies. one by one, the heads thudded to the floor, decapitated dummies left standing there as rafe smiled at himself. ❝ sorry about the mess ... ❞ he said politely, seeing that someone had been watching him all this time. and quite ironic how someone so dangerous didn't not look threatening at all ──────     such a prepossessing smile on his lips as he approached the other. he rarely ever met people outside of his community. but rather than being intimidated, he allowed it to be a source of excitement. rafe believed that they were all here for a reason : to be their divine parent's blades. and there was nothing like a common cause to bring people together. ❝ i'm rafe. well, rafael ... but friends call me rafe. ❞

[nefertied]

the  training  grounds  weren't  somewhere  that  sabri  frequented  often:  not  that  they  didn't  take  physical  training  serious,  but  to  the  extent  of  being  a  more  melee-oriented  warrior  wasn't  their  strong  suit,  which  was  usually  okay,  as  many  of  those  who  came  to  the  ark  were  more  well-versed  in  such  fighting,  giving  them  more  time  to  focus  on  being  a  better  support  for  their  teammates,  to  heal  when  needed  or  provide  an  advantage  to  their  allies  or  obstacles  to  their  enemies.  but  the  grounds  happened  to  be  past  their  trek  back  home  after  picking  up  a  bit  of  groceries  for  later.  hence  how  the  lotus  boy  was  greeted  to  the  very  visceral  mutilation  of  the  training  dummies.  soft  brown  eyes  blink  in  slight  confusion,  never  having  seem  them  so  …  well,  chopped  up.  all  they  could  do  was  watch  as  the  stranger  delighted  in  their  dance  of  the  blades.  despite  the  faux  carnage  …  there  was  a  bit  of  grace  to  it,  like  each  move  was  poised  and  purposed.

when  one  of  the  head  rolls  in  their  direction,  sabri  is  surprised  to  be  greeted  by  the  perpetrator  of  the  dummies'  demise.  there  was  a  very  powerful  aura  to  them  …  and  they  very  much  smelled  of  the  iron  oxidation  that  comes  with  blood.  maybe  that  explained  why  the  other  was  so  intense  in  their  sparring.  ❝  no  reason  to  apologize  to  me:  I'm  sure  these  props  have  faced  much  more  in  their  time  here,  though  you've  certainly  used  them  to  the  extent  of  their  purpose.  ❞  sabri  meant  that  as  a  compliment.  rafael  certainly  had  a  zeal  for  combat  that  was  always  appreciated  in  the  heat  of  battle.  pink  lips  upturn  in  the  softest  of  manners  as  they  match  a  name  to  the  face.  the  scent  of  citrus  and  sweet  cream  linger  in  the  air  as  they  move  closer  to  the  blood  wielder.  ❝  a  pleasure  to  meet  you,  rafael:  I'm  sabri,  though  every  now  and  again,  people  will  call  me  bri  out  of  habit.  ❞  only  felt  fair  to  extend  the  same  curtesy.  they'd  offer  a  hand  but  both  of  their  hands  were  filled  with  bags  of  food.   

[sonofstorms]

Avoiding a potential war between humans and sirens was a complex task. Hugo was pleased that bagging the conch shell helped. Armando snatched the powerful item with his quick thinking and quicker hands. Hugo still wasn't certain how he'd managed to hold the guard's attention so long. Charismatic or performative displays weren't his strong suit.

Battling the markupo, now that was more his thing. "Like most Ark issues, the markupo was just the first monster we'll have to defeat. The ley lines are disturbed." Hugo explained, ever willing to share details with Sabri or any half-god who showed interest. Few allies perked up as Sabri did now. "Poison. I never learned what the markupo's could do." Luckily. "I could sell what I picked off of the beast, but that feels like a missed opportunity. Have you studied poisons before?" It seemed to Hugo that such topics would be in Sabri's wheelhouse, but he didn't want to assume.

[nefertied]

❝  so  I've  heard:  those  boundaries  aren't  meant  to  be  open,  but  they  take  godly  efforts  to  close  them  back.  ❞  the  longer  they  stayed  disturbed,  who  knows  what  could  come  from  the  ancient  lines  of  the  gods.  the  mention  of  poison  does  intrigue  sabri,  though  they  wish  they  had  more  of  an  answer  to  give  hugo.  ❝  I  do,  but  I  fear  that  my  methods  of  poisoning  might  not  suffice  what  you're  researching.  herbal  means  of  poison  rely  on  intoxication  or  aerial  sporing.  it  has  to  attack  with  an  internal  means  of  entering  the  system,  like  poisonous  spores  or  even  ingestion.  it  sounds  like  what  you're  wishing  to  research  is  venom,  or  poison  by  animal  or  human  means.  often  times  or  not,  it's  of  a  biological  means,  like  blood,  spit,  or  other  secretions,  and  may  even  have  acidic  properties.  I  can't  say  I  know  too  much  about  it,  but  I  used  to  have  a  campmate  within  the  kemetic  camp:  a  son  of  serqet  who  would  coat  his  daggers  in  various  poisons  to  make  any  strike  on  their  opponent  incapacitating  at  best,  fatal  at  worse.  but  I'm  sure  there  is  some  research  we  could  find.  maybe  it'd  help  more  to  study  the  markupo  itself  to  understand  the  poison,  as  well  as  an  examination  of  what  remains  you  have.  ❞  for  someone  who  said  they  couldn't  help  too  much,  sabri  often  gave  as  many  options  as  he  could  to  help. 

[timedandtaled]

There was something about gods of the dark befriending gods of the sun, and gods of the night spending time with gods of the morning that would strike Armando as somewhat funny. Personalities that should clash forced into close proximity to one another, but this didn't feel forced, in fact it felt the opposite. Sabri did nothing but make Armando feel completely at ease. "I'll take a look," he said gratefully, "sometimes you can learn a lot about a person by their notes and writing, just as much as you can through conversation. Nothing wrong with it being nerdy either." The scents did hit him almost as soon as he reached the door, sweet and citrusy, and, as he had from the moment he had met Sabri, he couldn't stop himself from taking long, deep breaths. "Very blue," he observed, "a little too colourful for my tastes, but it's fun. Vibrant. I'd say my place is more like a blackberry than a blueberry. And doesn't smell nearly as nice." He really couldn't get over the smells here.

[nefertied]

❝  I  used  to  think  that  maybe  I  overdid  it  with  the  indigo,  but  I've  grown  to  love  it.  &  from  my  perspective,  blackberries  are  often  sweeter  than  blueberries.  funny  you  should  mention  that,  as  one  of  the  scents  I  have  has  blackberry  extract  to  balance  out  a  more  bitter  component.  ❞  with  that,  sabri  beckons  for  armando  to  follow  them  into  their  personal  apothecary.  inside  the  room  are  what  look  like  thousands  and  thousands  of  glass  bottles  and  vials  filled  with  different  color  liquids  each  lingering  with  their  own  scents  and  properly  labeled  based  on  their  components.  since  they  were  looking  for  something  for  regular  wear,  the  lotus  child  goes  to  the  right  side  where  their  non-magical  brews  were,  doing  a  quick   glance  to  find  the  batch  he  just  made,  bending  down  and  grabbing  three  vials  they  had  in  mind  for  their  acquaintance  of  the  night.  ❝  these  are  some  I  just  worked  on:  they  hold  a  more  clean  smell  with  the  smallest  but  noted  tinge  of  fruit  essence.  I  call  this  one  SIR  MIDNIGHT.  a  blend  of  burned  teakwood,  blackberry  extract  and  spliced  vanilla.  ❞  it's  of  a  deep  reddish  /  purple  hue.

[munitumaltare]

“  good  to  know  that  it's  one  of  the  more  pleasant  ones  then.  although  now  i  am  a  little  curious.  how  powerful  are  those  negative  odors  you've  encountered?  ”  if  certain  scents  were  strong  enough  to  cleanse  areas,  he  was  sure  that  some  could  deter  foes.  perhaps  they  could  cover  themselves  in  something  that  sabri  could  make  and  in  turn,  be  less  appealing  to  be  the  target  in  a  battle.  maybe  pilar  was  going  to  have  to  look  around  the  shops  to  see  if  something  like  this  already  existed.  “  separating  fact  from  fiction  also  seems  like  something  that  we're  going  to  be  occupied  with.  the  mortals  have  plenty  of  stories  about  our  parents.  this  island,  the  library,  have  all  of  the  correct  ones  though.  ”  he  started  to  walk  down  the  path  that  was  already  laid  out  for  them.  finding  solace  in  the  fact  that  he  didn't  have  to  focus  on  anything  else  aside  from  sabri.  “  if  father  is  what  comes  naturally,  don't  fight  it.  i  do  though.  it  helps  me  clear  my  head  and  gives  me  guidance.  how  about  you?  ” 

[nefertied]

❝  while  more  positive  scent  trails  tend  to  soothe  or  remedy,  the  negative  ones  overwhelm  and  choke  out  the  senses:  think  of  how  pepper  spray  works  in  a  sense.  ❞  that  was  probably  one  of  the  better  comparisons  sabri  could  give.  ❝  also  smell  are  one  of  the  more  inconspicuous  senses  to  attack.  no  one  would  likely  suspect  a  sweet  fragrance  is  actually  a  deadly  hallucinogenic.  ❞  maybe  a  bit  dark,  but  true.  ❝  not  usually  this  late,  but  sometimes  in  the  earlier  parts  of  the  morning  I'll  venture  to  the  gardens  and  maybe  read  or  listen  to  the  flowers,  though  usually  I  prefer  bubble  baths  to  soothe  me.  ❞  the  young  flower  couldn't  help  but  chuckle,  knowing  it  wasn't  uncommon  to  see  literal  bubbles  come  out  of  his  bathroom  window.  ❝  sometimes  I  have  the  urge  to  ask  someone  to  join  in  my  morning  rituals,  but  not  everyone  is  up  so  early,  and  much  of  the  ark  is  filled  with  demis  of  the  nighttime.  ❞ 

[sleepingmariko]

-> My photos are free to any artist who felt inspired by them

[sonofstorms]

@nefertied location: the ark library

Just after the crack of dawn, Hugo arrived back at the Ark with team in toe. Body heavy with exhaustion and unique treasures. Poison treasures. His interest in poisons was peaked only after witnessing the markupo in action. While battling, the fighter managed to duck and block away the dripping daggers. No one in their party could tell just how potent and destructive a drop of the stuff could be.

After a much needed clean up and aggressive celebratory fuck, Hugo spent a part of his early evening in the library. Reading up on the topic. He only peeked upward for a spell, but once he spotted Sabri at a distance he clapped the book shut and approached. Wearing an uncharacteristically relaxed smile, but otherwise typical modern minimalist fashion.

"I heard good things with the siren situation. You closed the case, hm?" He inquired, ever impressed with Sabri's ability to aid on missions. "I have a new project... sort of. At least wanted to read up on the subject."

[nefertied]

the  library  was  a  pretty  frequent  place  for  sabri  to  venture  to:  knowledge  beyond  the  mere  words  of  the  mortal  world,  it  was  all  kind  of  exciting.  not  only  for  general  things,  but  personal  ventures  as  well.  it  wasn't  uncommon  for  them  to  check  out  and  return  a  handful  of  books  on  alchemy  and  herbal  tomes.  in  fact,  they  were  actually  grabbing  another  book  that  had  to  do  with  transforming  plant  essence  to  magic  when  their  old-time  friend  hugo  approaches  them.  the  pair  had  history  back  when  sabri  was  still  a  teenager. 

❝  I  suppose  you  could  say  something  of  that  nature.❞  sabri  can't  help  but  giggle  just  a  little  bit:  the  sherlock  sabri  comparisons  were  kind  of  funny.  they  were  just  glad  to  broker  a  bit  of  peace  on  the  coast.  ❝  but  I  hear  congratulations  are  in  order  for  your  quest  against  the  markupo.  ❞  could  they  smell  the  victory  ?  in  a  sense,  but  they  were  aware  their  own  nose  was  more  heightened  for  scents.  regardless,  they  knew  hugo  could  do  it:  the  son  of  raijin  had  a  might  very  few  could  contest.  soft  brown  eyes  perk  up  a  little  at  the  mention  of  hugo's  project.  ❝  oh  ?  what  is  it  about,  if  you  don't  mind  me  asking.  ❞

[dirty]

Movie night but I fill you up with my cum

[timedandtaled]

Armando gave a single nod. "Of course, as long as you don't mind." He'd had to impose, but the other seemed friendly enough, and not the sort with malicious intent, although he had been wrong about that in the past. He did need a new cologne, and someone that knew what they were talking about was a useful point of view to have. He always assumed he matched earthy tones but maybe he was wrong. "Something like that," Armando flashed a smile, as he begins following Sabri's original direction, "I find night is the perfect time to read. No extraneous distractions, just me, a good book, and complete peace under the stars." He took a look at the cover of Sabri's book, spinning it in his hand to read the back as they continued to walk. "Interesting choice. Never been one for potion making but I might have to look into it, if you let me know when you're taking it back to the library? We can exchange notes."

[nefertied]

❝  you're  fine:  what's  the  sense  of  having  a  blue  house  if  you  don't  invite  anyone  over  ?  ❞  though  it  was  said  as  a  joke,  armando  would  see  that  sabri's  indigo  delight  wasn't  just  a  phrase.  but  they  didn't  mind  inviting  the  night  demi  over:  armando  seemed  really  charming,  &  a  similar  interest  in  hobbies.  ❝  that  sounds  nice:  I  like  doing  mine  when  the  sun  first  rises.  ❞  though  they  had  a  unexplainable  pull  to  the  morning,  maybe  because  nefertum  was  revered  as  a  morning  god  in  their  earliest  of  days.  still,  the  sentiment  of  being  up  in  the  most  private  of  hours.  ❝  I  can  do  that,  &  you're  more  than  welcome  to  take  a  browse  at  my  collection  of  notes  in  my  apothecary.  it's  about  3  shelves  worth,  but  you  might  find  some  things  that  could  help  you  out.  kind  of  have  a  habit  of  documenting  all  my  processes  and  stuff  so  I'm  sorry  if  it  seems  a  bit  too  nerdy.  ❞  sabri  bashfully  chuckles  as  they  get  closer  to  their  abode.  as  soon  as  they  make  it  to  their  door,  armando's  probably  greeted  to  the  prominent  fragrance  of  citrus,  honey,  and  a  tinge  of  something  floral.  unlocking  their  door,  sabri  ushers  the  other  inside  to  their  living  area,  setting  their  keys  down  on  the  small  table.  ❝  welcome  to  my  place,  or  as  some  call  it,  the  big  blueberry.  ❞  even  at  their  own  expense,  sabri  had  to  admit  it  was  funny. 

[horrorphase]

sam wondered what would have happened if they didn't have sabri to figure it all out, if any of them would have made the same choices and what would have happened to hari. he wished he could have been more help ────── but at the end of the day, sam was just glad that things didn't end up in an all-out war. not yet, at least. but with marinus guarding the coast, he supposed that they could afford some respite until the next terrible thing, amalfi coast or wherever. " you know, ever since i was a kid, i always thought they were whispering to me. but i could just never understand what they were saying ... " he began, finding sabri in one of the ark's many gardens. it was difficult to feel alone once he began to understand the whispers of the flora ; but being lonesome was another thing. the plants and him might understand each other, but they were still different. but now, knowing that sabri could also speak to the flowers and the trees, sam felt a little insane. less weird in his own skin. " i never expected a bunch of them to be so gossipy. but i guess it's my fault for thinking they'd be all like grandmother willow from pocahontas. " @nefertied

[nefertied]

today  had  been  a  lot:  from  being  thrown  out  of  a  destroyed  boat  to  being  pierced  by  launched  spears  (  still  hurting  from  that  actually  ),  to  investigating  the  near  event  of  an  interspecies  war.  while  sabri  did  wonder  what  would  come  out  of  it,  the  lotus  child  was  just  glad  that  he  was  able  to  keep  any  precious  blood  spilt  off  the  beautiful  coast  of  the  amalfi,  as  well  as  giving  poor  hari  a  choice  and  an  honest  future.  while  they  did  take  allira's  vanishing  as  a  sign  that  things  were  not  finished,  for  now  they  had  completed  their  objectives.  having  been  checked  and  bandaged  up  in  the  infirmary,  sabri  ventured  for  a  little  bit  of  relief  in  the  gardens,  inhaling  and  letting  the  aroma  of  fresh  flowers  soothe  their  tiredness. 

their  head  turns  a  little  as  they  hear  sam,  another  nature  demi,  speak  from  behind.  ❝  I  understand  your  sentiments:  the  gate  of  greenspeak  opens  up  a  new  world  to  us  blessed  with  it,  though  we  find  that  our  green  friends  of  mother  nature  have  many  human  characteristics,  which  indeed  include  gossip  .  ❞  sabri  can't  help  but  chuckle  at  their  comparison.  ❝  no,  they  do  not  share  the  ways  of  the  whispers  of  the  wind,  but  their  wisdom  is  no  less  important.  I  remember  the  first  time  the  lotus  spoke  to  me:  it  was  to  tell  me  I  was  being  crushed  on  by  a  classmate.  ❞  not  exactly  what  one  would  think  they'd  hear  from  a  plant.  ❝  you  okay  after  today  ?  it  was  quite  the  journey,  wasn't  it  ?  ❞

[ecnmatic]

XO, Kitty (2023) SNAFU - 1x9 dir. Katina Medina Mora.

[munitumaltare]

“  trust  me,  it's  not  like  that.  i  still  have  my  belief  system  and  my  past  is  a  big  part  as  to  why  i'm  here.  it's  just  that  for  the  time  being,  i'll  need  to  study  the  new  ways  before  performing  any  sacraments.  don't  think  my  marriage  license  is  valid  on  this  island.  ”  it  was  a  little  ironic  once  you  thought  about  it  though.  “  that  does  make  sense  indeed.  a  pleasure  to  meet  you,  son  of  nefertum.  i  trust  that  the  incense  wasn't  too  overpowering  for  your  nose  then?  ”  he'd  hate  to  have  someone  sneezing  even  if  the  fragrance  was  a  good  one.  “  i'm  pilar,  son  of  xōchiquetzal.  patroness  of  childbirth  and  pregnancy,  goddess  of  beauty,  love,  and  fertility.  ”  there  was  much  more,  but  he  didn't  want  to  bore  sabri  in  their  first  conversation.  as  he  was  sure  there  was  a  lot  more  to  their  deity  as  well.  “  are  you  going  to  be  here  for  long  or  care  to  join  me  to  a  walk  back  down  the  mountain?  ” 

[nefertied]

❝  not  at  all:  I've  come  across  some  very  strong  odors  due  to  research:  this  one  was  rather  pleasant  …  reverent,   to  say  the  least.  ❞  which  was  probably  pilar's  intent,  now  that  sabri  thought  about  it.  as  the  priest  explains  his  heritage,  there  is  a  bit  of  irony  in  a  man  of  the  cloth  being  the  son  of  a  highly  revered  fertility  goddess,  though  only  in  profession,  as  their  brown  eyes  look  a  bit  more  …  pilar  is  very  beautiful  to  say  the  least.  like  the  kind  of  beauty  you  feel  guilt  for  gazing  on  because  of  their  ties  to  holiness.  ❝  I  understand:  our  godly  parents  hold  a  barrage  of  titles  and  honorifics  to  their  names.  there  is  still  much  I  learn  about  my  father  everyday.  ❞  and  more  they  would  continue  to  learn.  when  proposed  with  the  offer  to  join  pilar  back  down,  sabri  looks  to  the  temple:  there's  nothing  there  for  them  in  this  dusk  of  night,  and  what  drew  them  was  now  found.  ❝  I'd  like  that.  do  you  take  a  lot  of  leisurely  walks  yourself,  father  ?  sorry,  pilar.  ❞  it  was  a  hard  habit  to  break,  using  proper  titles. 

[timothyolyphant]

Luke Evans & Isaac Powell OUR SON (2023) dir. Bill Oliver

[timedandtaled]

Armando raised a brow, growing more and more impressed at his newest acquaintances set of skills. "I'll keep that in mind. Candles and soaps are good gifts. Perhaps I can take a look at some of the colognes you've made sometime?" He was always in the market for a new cologne, for trying something different and working out what complimented his own natural scent. He smiles as they shook hands, everything about remaining delicate and in line with Armando's first impressions. His only hope was that this delicate flower wouldn't have that gentle nature stamped out once he was thrown into the thralls of combat like the rest of them had. "Yes, I believe so," he tapped the satchel hanging at his side, "nothing too taxing I'm hoping, something educational but understandable for a night time read."

[nefertied]

❝  if  you  like,  you  can  follow  me  to  my  lodgings  and  pick  something  that  might  interest  you:  I  have  a  few  vials  that  I  kind  of  experimented  with  that  I'm  not  too  sure  what  to  do  with.  ❞  sabri  tended  to  pull  more  toward  sweeter  scents,  but  the  ones  he  had  made  were  more  of  a  mature  scent,  something  that  was  noticeable  and  kind  of  faint  but  not  too  exuberant,  only  tinged  with  the  scent  of  blackberry  juice.  perhaps  one  of  them  would  match  armando's  fancy.  brown  eyes  gaze  to  the  satchel  along  the  other's  side.  ❝  I  take  it  you're  an  avid  reader  then  ?  I  like  finding  things  to  read  while  letting  the  oils  settle  for  the  day  when  I  can.  I  actually  got  this  to  help  with  the  more  magical  blends  I'm  trying  to  procure.  ❞  sabri  holds  out  their  book,  which  appears  to  be  an  old  alchemist  /  botany  journal  from  ancient  persia  on  how  to  properly  combine  plants  of  magical  properties. 

[populartaled]

While  pride  might  have  been  the  downfall  of  some  demigods,  Diego  for  one  was  not  a  frequent  victim  of  that  particular  sin.  Upon  seeing  a  friendly  face  approaching,  the  son  of  Inti  let  out  a  sigh  of  relief.  He  supposed  his  dramatic  antics  had  been  big  enough  to  get  someone's  attention.  Was  it  a  little  embarrassing?  Perhaps.  He'd  take  a  little  slice  of  humble  pie  if  it  meant  getting  back  to  camp  safe  and  sound.  "Yeah,  I  wanted  to  go  exploring,  went  a  little  hike  and  I  guess  I  got  turned  around.  I  tried  to  get  back  before  night  but...  well,"  he  offered  a  shrug  a  lopsided,  self-deprecating  grin  etched  across  his  features  as  he  looked  at  the  other.  The  ball  of  light  that  had  been  hovering  in  the  palm  of  his  hand  floated  up  to  illuminate  the  pair  of  them,  if  anything  to  get  a  better  look  at  the  other.  It  was  hard  to  miss  the  aura  of  flower  petals  around  them,  an  effect  that  seemed  to  look  even  more  ethereal  in  the  light  of  his  sun.  "If  you're  not  busy,  I  could  use  some  help  back.  Just  directions  would  be  cool  if  you  had  other  things  to  do,"  the  last  thing  Diego  wanted  was  to  be  a  burden,  especially  to  someone  he'd  just  met.  "I'm  Diego  by  the  way."

[nefertied]

sabri  can  see  the  instant  relief  on  diego's  face  as  they  come  across  another  person.  ❝  I  understand;  this  island  feels  so  big  to  say  it's  only  an  island.  maybe  if  it  weren't  for  my  ability  to  speak  with  nature,  I'd  probably  be  in  the  same  predicament.  ❞  no  need  for  embarrassment.  ❝  using  your  light  was  a  brilliant  way  to  signal  for  help,  though.  if  it  weren't  for  that,  I  might  not  have  seen  you.  ❞  the  flower  child  looks  at  the  floating  ball  of  light  with  a  bit  of  wonder,  as  if  a  piece  of  sunlight  was  plucked  right  from  the  sky  itself.  perfect  for  illumination.  ❝  nice  to  meet  you,  diego:  I  was  finished  with  my  trek  &  returning  to  camp  when  I  found  you  anyways.  ❞  remembering  the  direction  they  had  came  from,  sabri  guides  diego  with  him  back  to  the  east:  even  though  it  only  looked  like  sand  and  sand,  sabri  could  practically  sense  civilization. 

❝  I  had  came  out  to  see  if  I  could  find  any  native  flowers  outside  of  the  grotto  side  ❞  which,  based  on  the  satchel  they  had  around  their  shoulder,  their  journey  was  pretty  successful.  ❝  was  there  anything  in  particular  that  you  were  looking  for  ?  ❞