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[piousolus]

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[cryptidsncurios]

@piousolus continued from [ X ]

Every time Xigbar thought he had caught little Blue Bird at her most vulnerable, she would yet again prove that there were far more layers buried underneath than that hoity-toity exterior---some of which were turning out to be utterly delightful in terms of sparking Xigbar's more mischievous side.

So, in all honesty, he had actually been lingering there for a while now, watching every miniscule ministration she made---it was what he did best, after all. Linger. Wait. Observe. And how she had brought his discarded coat against her face---

Well, of course he was feeling so very smug in catching her doing something so blatantly naughty. But it wasn't just a smugness by its own---it was combined with some sort of intrigue. For why---oh why---would she do such a thing...?

"Am I interrupting something?"

And the way she jolted at his voice only further cinched in place that she was definitely doing something she knew she shouldn't be, retreating back into her typical demure behavior---what he knew well by now to be a nothing more than a silly little mask.

He grabbed the cloak from her once it had been extended towards him, but instead of obliging her suggestion, merely flung the coat over his shoulder with a dramatic flair so that it would drape there, his bare torso still proudly on display, free hand moving to his hip as he cocked it to the side.

"Y'know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were up to somethin' juuust a lil unbecoming of a Miss Master like you, eh?" and the tease was punctuated by the craning-forward of his neck, golden eye narrowing in his sadistic glee. "C'mooon, I won't tell---ya caught a whiff of somethin' ya liked, right?"

[piousolus]

❝ That's ridiculous! ❞ Although the denial came a little too rushed — desperate, even.

There are not enough time spells in her arsenal that could undo this. And what a tragedy that was. She'd like nothing more than to stop herself from doing something so foolish — but she, herself, couldn't dare to reason why it had happened at all to begin with. Why couldn't she simply be normal when it came to him? What was it about this terrible man that made her act in opposite to the words she usually had for him...???

Perhaps he was the one with spells, and she was suffering the brunt of their effects.

❝ And what would you know about what's becoming or unbecoming of a master, anyway? You don't take anything seriously. You're still walking around without a shirt! ❞ And she is trying earnestly not to stare. A few chaste glances were stolen before she ultimately had to turn fully away, exposing the redness of her ear.

❝ It... It's nothing like that. So quit looking at me that way. I can't stand it. ❞

[piousolus]

[goddessxoflight]

"Hm?" Palutena tilts her head, beckoning an answer from such explicit lips. The smile on her own never wavers, but there is a growing sense of impatience that festers and grows every second Aqua keeps her waiting.

"Yes, dear. The captain. MY captain." She says all too sweetly despite the piqued undertone that Pit dare forget his place.

Aqua's hesitation does not go unnoticed.

The corners of Palutena's lips twitch. She notes every subtle change in her guard dog. The way her gaze flickers away, her hesitation, even the way she becomes elusive towards her gentle touch. It fails to escape the Goddesses' all-seeing perception. It meant that Aqua was hiding something from her.

Whatever it was, she was sure to find out.

She doubts Aqua's words, but does not draw her away. Quite the opposite, in fact, that Palutena uses the woman's love and loyalty as a weapon. Wielding and molding her into whatever she wants as she sees fit.

"You have nothing to worry about. It is he that I worry about." She feigns a careful kind of sadness, a pout forming ever so delicately from her bottom lip. Her brows crease and she looks solemnly to the side, as if searching what cannot be found.

She sighs wistfully.

"He didn't appreciate my words at the time, and I fear we may have gotten into a bit of a disagreement. I dare say, it may have even been my fault." She says, rather truthfully given the fact that Aqua hadn't been present at the time. She did not witness what words had been exchanged.

She turns back to her guard, the hand on Aqua's chin smoothing to her cheek, cupping it in her warm embrace. Her touch kind and gentle. Forgiving. Her thumb rubs at the blush on the woman's cheek and Palutena marvels at how easily mortals can flush. So sweet. So rousing in the way she has the Keyblade Master wrapped around her ethereal finger.

"So you must understand how worried I am. He left so suddenly, and I have no idea where he's gone. So if you have any hints-- any-- at all. This Goddess would humbly appreciate what information you may possibly have." She explains, gaze searching for any sign that Aqua will surrender. That Aqua is far more loyal to her and not Pit.

[piousolus]

The possessive lilt to Palutena's words are not lost on Aqua. But somewhere in her all to eager to please heart, she believes this to merely be an expression of acknowledgement in its truest form. After all, what is it to be subservient than to relinquish control of the self?

The master, in all her sad and lonely years deprived of that guiding hand she missed so dearly, could not help but to fall steadfast into the embrace of such words. Yes... hers. Pit was Palutena's. Aqua had hoped, earnestly, that there was a place too in the Goddess's palm... even for a starved and mangy soldier like her to eat from.

Still. That hesitation. It lingers. Perhaps there is one thing more precious to Aqua than to serve. Bonds. Connections. Friendship. Pit was her friend, wasn't he? But... couldn't both of those desires meet half way?

❝ I... I am so sorry. I wasn't being honest with you. ❞ She caves, swallowing down a prickly lump. ❝ I'm just so worried about him. When he was here, he was so... different. ❞

Perhaps he was just wrong. Yes, of course! He was making a mistake. Even friends would do that. And Palutena – she would know best. She could take this fear and doubt away from her heart. She could fix that worrisome face from the captain's face that haunted Aqua.

❝ I am just so worried about him. He wouldn't tell me what he was about to do, only acting like he was going to do something drastic... like it was the last time he would ever speak with me again...! Hearts! I should have stopped him! ❞ Her eyes raise, their pools rippled with quaking emotion.

She grasps a handful of the deity's skirt, clenching with all her might. ❝ Please! Please tell me if there is anything I can do to rectify this. ❞

[piousolus]

"The Darkness in your heart is beautiful. Won't you let me nurture it? Won't you let me in?"

❝ You know nothing of my heart, and I'd like to keep it that way. ❞

She had hoped that her conviction could be as unshaken as the promise of such words, but even the prideful master — steeped in the comforts of her delusions — couldn't shake that ever so slight waver.

The goddess speaks he way that roots of weeds do, weaving paths through cracks and rich soils, stealing life from all around it so that it may make it's place within the sun to mar the purity of a once glorious garden.

That Aqua's heart could have ever been compared to such a thing, in it's current dismal state, was laughable to the self depreciative parts of her inner voice... but even spoiled gardens could be dressed up. The master chooses to dress hers up with a haughty raise of her chin, and her signature warrior's stance.

So long as she can continue to believe the lie that she was above this wicked being of darkness, then her strength could remain steadfast... even if the alluring embrace of darkness beckons her at such proximity to this temptress, eliciting quakes through her thighs, it is for one purpose that Aqua must resist, and one alone:

❝ The only thing I want from your filthy mouth is answers. Tell me where the captain of Lady Palutena's army is. ❞

Rainfell aims her way. She will not back down.

@eyes-set-to-kill

[goddessxoflight]

#GODDESSXOFLIGHT ▻ "You shall be purified!" #IKAROSXFLIGHT ▻ "Great Palutena, victory is ours!"

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# PALUTENA ┊# PIT ;

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Independent and Selective Roleplay blogs based on the Kid Icarus || Of Myth and Monsters series. Written by Ghosty and Daedalus. Mirror writers. Canon-Divergent! Heavily Greek Mythology inspired and p l e n t y of creative liberty. Disclaimer: Mature Topics ahead; triggering content and dark themes. Must be 21+ to interact.

@ Art Credit to Jay.

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"Ah, there you are, my dear." Palutena, in all her otherworldliness, bestows her presence upon the blue bird.

Her bright luminescence, emanating power and ethereal authority, dims to a subdued glow. So she may preserve the mortal eyes of the woman before her, she appears as any other mortal would. Only the subtle feeling of electricity in the air gave hint to her true might.

Her feet find the plush grass below, her gallant scepter in hand pressing into the dirt at her heels.

Rarely does she leave her home in the heavens, but her appearance on the mortals plains was a special case. One that involved meeting with her favorite devotee.

All around her, the power of her might smothers, and nature settles, returning to its former stillness. Her hair, flowing and majestic, falls to blanket her shoulders and down her back, framing her face as she smiles pleasantly at the other woman.

"Tell me, my song bird." She reaches out, no trepidation in touching the other as she tenderly cups Aqua's chin with her index tucked underneath, tilting it upward so she may peer into those lovely eyes as blue as the skies from whence her kingdom came from.

"Any leads as to where my captain has gone?" Her words, still oozing with sweetness, hints at a penury for impatience, yet her smile never sways as does the tenderness of her touch for her dear Aqua.

[piousolus]

❝ Lady Palutena. . . ! ❞

Like usual she cannot stop from spilling formalities, despite the goddesses jestful urges otherwise. Aqua drops to her knee, in subservient fashion, and lowers her eyes for fear of tarnishing the deity with her needy gaze. A tainted mortal didn't deserve even to ogle, but that did not stop her frightful greed that lapped up every curve the moment she was permitted—

—the fingers at her chin was not the permittance she expected. But it did well to melt her all over.

Shimmering babyblues look upon the goddess, with all but words expressing gratitude to even mar her soft fingers with her used up mortal flesh. She's just about ready to let any information leap from her tongue before Palutena even says it, but the moment that question does come. . . her throat catches.

❝ The captain? ❞ the languid repeat, and Aqua's biggest mistake for it would give it all away. Her gaze drifts.

Never would she ever want to lie to the benevolence before her, but... she can remember, how uncharacteristically somber Pit had been when he ushered her to let him do something on his own. Even though she fought with all her might to get him to cue her in, he insisted it was of dire importance. And though he didn't outright say it... there was this frightful little moment that she made the connection.

He wasn't telling Palutena what he was doing either.

She looks at the goddess again, her blood running cold at the realization that she took too long to answer, and that she was struggling to please her goddess. She feels dirty in her own skin, and wishes that she could escape Palutena's touch— if only to save this woman she loves from being infected by her sin.

❝ I haven't seen him for a while. ❞ Not technically a lie, but she is not giving the full answer. Her entire body tenses. ❝ Is he... I mean, forgive me to ask but... is everything okay...? ❞

[miraruinada]

"How bout you come up here and make me, shorty."

[piousolus]

Gravity spells his ass to bring him down to her level.

[miraruinada]

@piousolus replied to your post “❝ You're being grouchy, are you hungover? ❞”:

erm actually-- ❝ With the way you drink I wouldn't be surprised that your liver is deficient in the /real/ Vitamin A. ❞ 🤓🤓🤓

"Help me get a reup on one and I promise I'll get some of the other, you fucking nerd."

[piousolus]

❝ Come up with better jokes............. dummy. ❞

[piousolus]

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

headcanon questions

it is a tossup between the scar on her chest from the vanitas sneakshot, and the one on the side of her back from the dark hide. here's a reference!

i would say the dark hide one had worse effects due to her being in the realm of darkness and it harmed her healing factor, not to mention the darkness was worsening the effects and lowering her resistance. but she most definitely looks at the scar on her chest with the most contempt because it lead to terrible outcomes and well... it hurts her ego LMFAO.

[piousolus]

me: oh man im rusty should i really try to write anything-- me: *sees pretty lady in inbox* me: i can write.

[piousolus]

“Good morning, *Master* Aqua.”

She sinks shyly into the pillow, Riley's intonation of master was always a playful one that managed to make Aqua melt like her namesake. She doesn't hide away completely, her baby blues still peering over the silky swell, their corners all crinkled to show she's smiling.

Her fingers find Riley beneath the sheets to trace shapes over her hip.

❝ Good Mo-- ❞ she starts to say back before afflicted by some blinking. Going rigid before shooting up -- not even paying mind to the bedsheets sliding off her bare body. ❝ Wait a minute... ❞

A vapid glance to the nightstand alarm clock makes her jolt.

❝ R...Riley, why did you let me sleep in! Hearts-- I'm late for my class!!! ❞

After all her huffing and puffing at her students even if they were a fraction of a second late in stepping into her classroom, here was Master Aqua. Tangled in bed making goo-goo eyes at a mischievous demoness!!!

@incubabe

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog if your muse suffers from frequent nightmares. 

[piousolus]

inbox call! mutuals only. multimuses please specify.

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headcanon questions

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?

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