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@omnipotentmoon
the moon is a loyal companion.
it never leaves. it’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. every day it’s a different version of itself. sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. the moon understands what it means to be human.
uncertain. alone. cratered by imperfections
ind. mim of rotg & goc | crossover friendly | private | multiship | multiverse
I MCFRICKIN DID IT
to keep this old boy or make a new account-- hm---
floreatetona:
“ Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul. ”
Humans could parrot one another so well-- the words of mortals often fell short. It was rare to behold such passion. His words like waves on the shore-- in the moment they seemed only just, yet the petit male knew better than most how waves could wear down the mightiest mountain.
Just as words could wear the heart.
“Beautiful.” He muttered softly-- reverently. Who was he but another weary soul walking the same battered path-- if only for a moment? Perhaps some company this evening should be welcomed.
The pale figure yet kept his distance-- wary to intrude upon such a private moment. Unless he was the intended audience? The man before him was perceptive and keen of senses.
Emboldened, he took a step closer-- wanting to comfort the battered spirit beside him. To console and offer a safe harbor. For now he elected to remain silent, simply stepping up beside the taller figure-- hoping his presence would at least bring solace.
hannah-the-small
Hannah was surprised by those words, shaking her head as her own gaze trailed away from him. “It-… wasn’t your fault. Something tainted you, I know in your right mind you’d never of done that.” Hannah reassured the Tsar.
“A lots happen happening, faster than anyone wants it to. I keep thinking there’s something more to this, something bigger but-… I don’t know I have no proof for any of it.” Hannah murmured, “Even I’ve been… growing.”
“Upon further investigation, we have reason to believe it was an attempt on my life-- the madness was the result of my magic fending off the venom in the attack.” He explained, gently as he could-- it wasn’t easy to find out an attempt had been made on the life of someone loved, let alone a father. Yet he wanted to be honest with her.
“I have doubled security-- especially regarding your protection. It is possible the assailant may go after you as well. So please, take caution.”
Her other statement caught him off guard-- Growing? Ah-- was it time for this talk already? He’d assumed James had already handled it... but Hannah was a maturing human female....
He cleared his throat.
“Ah yes-- well-- it is entirely natural what is happening. You see, human females grow in many ways upon reaching adulthood-- there are often growths of hair around the body and fatty tissues in certain areas.”
the moon is a loyal companion.
it never leaves. it’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. every day it’s a different version of itself. sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. the moon understands what it means to be human.
uncertain. alone. cratered by imperfections
ind. mim of rotg & goc | crossover friendly | selective | multiship | multiverse
miguitarra
Weight shifts on his heel bones, guitar slowly lowered as Héctor tried to put two and two together. But it couldn’t add up. This muchacho came out of nothing, as if they’d been there the entire time without being able to be seen. The skeleton would have jumped, if he had the stability to. At the moment he felt he could trip with the shock alone.
“ Oye - I - no, no it was private! I sing to the moon, pero… ”
Pointing upwards, brows fell to a narrowed stare, annoyance and confusion still very prominent. He wasn’t about to believe this guy had something to do with the moon.
“ The moon doesn’t hear me, eh? Dejar de sonreír, it’s not funny! ”
“The moon hears far more than you can imagine.” He pointed upward. “Always watching-- ever constant. The moon observes humanity from afar. Rarely visiting the Earthly plane.” Once more he folded his hands behind his back, that knowing smile still on his face.
“As I said, I have had many names. I have visited this world many times in my life-- And I was, how do you say-- in the neighborhood when I heard your song.” An old friend had invited him for tea and well-- no one turned down an invitation from La Muerte. The two would meet every century or so. Catch up-- chat-- discuss certain headaches in their lives.
“I am known as the god of the moon.” He added, winking.
moon·struck
/ˈmo͞onˌstrək/
adjective unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.
miguitarra
For a second, Héctor is sure he imagined the sound of someone talking. It was unusual for others to find him in this corner of the Land of the Dead, after all, he had been here long enough to understand the flow of others. But when he does see the pale vision of a… person, coming closer, he almost drops the guitar.
He does rise to his feet, stumbling backwards against the stone wall. He may even turn the guitar around, holding it like a weapon.
“ ¿Qué? I.. eh. Sí? The moon? ”
Glancing up, he had seen the shimmering glimmer of the moon only minutes before. From here, they still had the concept of night and day, but he never thought it was the real one. But he hoped now and again, a simple desire in death. Fingers twitched, legs in a stance ready to run - after all, he hasn’t seen a living person in a very long time.
“ Who are you? ”
“I go by many names. You may call me Mani if you like.” A brow was quirked at the pointed guitar-- but he made no motion to step back or put up any defense. In fact, he took another step closer, that amused smile still on his face.
“Your song was rather lovely-- I would like to hear how it ends.” He continued, gesturing to the instrument in the skeleton’s hands. “Or-- was I not the one you intended to serenade? You were singing about me...” The male explained, glancing up above, pointing to where the ‘moon’ glowed in the skies.
“You have a lovely voice.”
miguitarra:
A strum, the vibrations echoing with the soft melody while his music starts to flow. It’s nothing grand, a song he had picked up while among the familia of Shantytown. Now he plays it in an alleyway, shut off from most of the world surrounding. It was better this way. With a breath he starts to sing, something truly heartfelt with each rise of chord.
“ Luna que se quiebra, Sobre la tiniebla, De mi soledad, A donde vas? Dime se esta noche, Tu te vas de ronda, Como ella se fue, Con quien estas? ”
“That is a handsome tune.” A voice echos from the shadows for a moment, before a form follows. A man-- short but unmistakably not skeletal, like the other humans in this land. There was a glow about him too. Was it a him? The beings features were soft and gentle-- feminine if one had to put words to it.
“Do you often sing to the moon? It must be difficult to see from down here.” As he approaches his features become more obvious-- skin pale and almost glowing-- eyes gray and hair the color of moonbeams.
“I did not mean to interrupt-- feel free to continue.”
the moon is a loyal companion.
it never leaves. it’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. every day it’s a different version of itself. sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. the moon understands what it means to be human.
uncertain. alone. cratered by imperfections
ind. mim of rotg & goc | crossover friendly | selective | multiship | multiverse
the moon is a loyal companion.
it never leaves. it’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. every day it’s a different version of itself. sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. the moon understands what it means to be human.
uncertain. alone. cratered by imperfections
ind. mim of rotg & goc | crossover friendly | selective | multiship | multiverse
Mani is chased by the wolf Hati (“hate”). Whenever the wolf managed to catch the moon, a lunar eclipse would take place. This caused great consternation, and by making a lot of noise people tried to scare the wolf away.
Norse Mythology (via omnipotentmoon)
hannah-the-small
Hannah didn’t know what had come over Mani, but it seemed the wall he’d built up to keep everyone out had crumbled… she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it. With a small sniff Hannah nodded in agreement, pleased with the idea of maybe spending some downtime with the Tsar.
“T-That sounds great, you just might have to shoo Sophia away if she tries to collect me for more lessons.” She mentioned, the moon mouse had been pushing harder than ever since Mani’s sickness and her intervention of the Grooth abduction.
He wanted to soothe her-- to console her, despite being well aware that those were tears of joy upon her cheeks. He took her hand in his, actions tender and slow-- as if he were making a choice with each motion. There was still a smile on his face-- a fluttering in his chest.
He was making her happy.
“Sophia can afford me some precious time with my daughter.” He explained. “I nearly lost you--.” Mani turned his gaze downward. “I cannot apologize enough...”
Any moment could be his last-- the assassin had nearly succeeded in taking his life. It put everything into perspective.
if you ship a teenage character with a man in his late forties you can please go away.
i really have no desire to interact with you. because that shit is creepy and all sorts of wrong.
hopping over to my PROBLEMATIC SON for a bit.
i’m available on discord too!
he’s a magic man
@thegaleandlance ☽☽☽
“You are a stalwart soldier-- I will commend you for that. But attempting to fight in your state will only put more lives in danger. I must implore you to stand down--”
“This situation will be remedied shortly.” He didn’t want to reveal himself in such a manner-- a magic user, and a formidable one at that. But the Heartless were closing in. Their darkness had to be banished and swiftly. He stood before the injured guard, magic erupting from the space between his palms. Warm. Bright. Pure.
Once the threat was eliminated, he could move on to providing care. For now, he had to step into the shoes of a warrior, if only briefly.
