SNOW WHITE.
jade trinket boxes.Ā taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. Ā yellow and green with envy. Ā long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window.Ā combs laced with pearls and poison.Ā an apple white one side and red the other.Ā white doves.Ā frosted glass.
THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS.
a blunt axe. Ā a ring of chalk.Ā tear-stained cheeks.Ā Ā sweet pears. Ā hands tied behind back. Ā shallow rivers.aching feet, walking for days. flowing gowns.Ā Ā liquid silver. wax seals.Ā blinding lights.
THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST.
lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies.Ā tiny milk snakes. Ā baskets of strawberries.Ā Ā fat toads.Ā sparkling snow.Ā fur cloaks. rawĀ gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. Ā a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.
BLUE BEARD.
a tiny key made of gold. Ā pools of blood.Ā stains that wonāt rub away. Ā galloping hooves.Ā treasures from far away lands.Ā dragged by the hair. Ā dark and damp cellars.Ā marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.
THE SIX SWANS.
sitting side-saddle.Ā daughter of a witch. Ā nettles.Ā white feathers. refusing to smile. Ā needles and threads.Ā a castle in the forest.Ā sound of beating wings.Ā birthmarks.Ā climbing trees. balls of yarn.Ā Ā silver crowns.
LITTLE RED CAP.
wildflowers.Ā rich-tasting cake.Ā Ā wicker baskets. Ā the path rarely trod.Ā sharp teeth. Ā curtainsĀ drawn. Ā a dying fireplace. Ā grey pelts.Ā red velvet. handmade quilts.Ā sunlight peeking through branches. opening corks with a satisfying pop.Ā looking someone directly in the eye.
you feel disconnected from the world around you. you can see everything, everyone can see you, but you're not really there. no one can really communicate with you, can they? you're isolated, even when you're around people you're alone.Ā
you want desperately to be close to someone, but you're afraid of what will happen if you shatter your glass prison. you don't want to let someone in, you don't want to leave, and it's a constant battle of your own will.Ā
it's easier to be alone, where no one can hurt you... isn't it?
Marry glares at Judal from a distance for a while, before approaching him grumpily. She hands him a book on how to be nice to people! And then, shoves a brown paper bag into his arms and runs off. Inside there's a card telling him not to freeze to death, and several sweaters.
having the uneasy feeling of being watched from afar, judal had a fairly ugly frown upon his face until marry had abruptly shown up and shovedĀ something into his arms; without getting the chance to say anything at the bizarre encounter, he curiously peers into the bag to see what the big deal was.
ā man, these so arenāt my style. . ā it was getting colder outside and they werenāt actually that ugly; maybe he would wear them, on an off day.
violetueur asked:ā bruh u no she brushing and braiding his hair bitch girls nightĀ
send in ā to touch my museās hair.Ā (Ā not accepting ).
if anyone would have told judal that he would have been between nicoletteās legs while she worked diligently on his wavy mass of dark tresses, the oracle would have arrogantly laughed in their face; while he could easily utilize his magoi to groom and titivate his hair himself, it had been quite some time since he had been personally tended to by another person and. . . if he must admit it, he had missed it greatlyā being pampered was a guilty pleasure and it was even more so when he was in the company of someone he enjoyed being around. their closeness was sudden and quick and the wariness showed upon taut shoulders; trust, doubled-edged and fearsome once granted, was a notion the imperious war monger refused to capriciously hand out.
though. . . try as he must, the more nicolette brushed at his hair, tenseness of delicate shoulders subsided; from having removed the golden adornments that circled his neck and arms to having his hair down for once, it was hard not to become quickly relaxed. legs criss-crossed, his upper body slightly teetered in sleepiness and it was growing difficult to keep tired eyelids from closing. the movie nicolette had put on, despite her claiming that it was a must - see, wasnāt helping his case and the quiet voices from the television became muddledĀ the more he began to doze; only once when his hair had been finally left alone did the magi awake from his half - asleep daze to glance over at his shoulder at her. quickly taking notice of the intricate braid she made of his hair, he brows raised momentarily prior to simply accepting it; if anything, he liked how it looked and was fairly pleased with how it looked.
ā maaa, nico, that movie was so lame it put me to sleep ! ! ā whining, does not bother to stifle an obnoxious yawn prior to lazily adding,Ā ā you did a good job with my hair, though; iād say even better than the empireās attendants back home. iāll have to get you to do this every week now. ā
whenever your mind idly drifted to the empty pit that tore a hole through your heart, no matter how important it felt, you couldnāt get those memories to surface; youāve exhausted your resources trying to forcefully recollect them ā nothing worked, not even your magic. for them to hide something so vitalĀ ( so DEAR ) to you. . . it only made you more defiant when it came to coexisting with the people here. after all, how could you comply with being an apart of something so reminiscent of your past ā something that starkly reminded you of them.Ā
you rejected it.
if that meant isolating yourself, so be it.
this was the exact opposite of the life you lead back home, it was almost eerie how no one viewed you as a harbinger of war and misfortune; whereas everyone knew of your sins back home, you were almost approachable hereā no one knew better, that is what you told yourself. the BLOOD OF A COUNTRY was on your hands, stained terribly even years later; you were too young to care and too young to question why, at the time. all that mattered was that it was requested of you, therefore, you happily complied to do it; as long as it meant keeping them out of your head for a little longer, it didnāt matter.Ā
you were a child, but tragedy was still sewn ruthlessly into your sinews and there was naught much for you to do but to grow VIPEROUSĀ ; product of a forced depravity, OF GROTESQUE MAGICS, you developed into a MAN-MADE MONSTERā a fearsome TYRANT of war was the part contrived for you.Ā
āā good boy, ā those masked men would say and you would STARE, dead eyes and all, with blood spattered on your face. you would spill the blood of a thousand kings, if you had to ; this was your ćĀ FATEĀ ćĀ as AL - THAMENāSĀ magi.
and you acquiescedĀ to all of it.
void of kindness, a world that ferociously cast you aside for the wicked to DEVOUR would pay its augmenting debt in FULL; you venomously spat back at those that audaciously offered redemption to you and you would continue to do so, because that was not what you wanted. you were SCORNED among the palace royals you once craved companionship with; there was naught but loathing in their cold eyes whenever their gazes happened to land on you.
from what you remember, you SEIZED what was yours : your memories, your autonomy, yourā
sharp pain stabbing at your mind at the very thought of trying to remember, something akin to PANIC wells within you at not being able to remember; it was important, you could feel it and yet, you were not allowed to access your own thoughts. it was too familiar a feelingā too reminiscent of al - thamen; having such an invasive presence in your mind made you feel DIRTY,Ā BARE, VULNERABLE. no matter how many magics you master ( no matter how many months you spend EXHAUSTED ), it seemed it would never be enough; it seemed, even in different worlds, there would be forces out of your control that would still try to USE and EXPLOIT you.
you fought for happiness in your own world ā a happiness that consisted of YOUR TERMS; you finally achieved it after YEARS upon YEARS of FIGHTING, BLEEDING andĀ WEEPING. being brought here after so much strife was comparable to being SPAT ON; you werenāt going to abide by this worldās rules when it gave you no REASON to.
were you as FEROCIOUS and unforgiving in the past, you would swallow heaven and hell WHOLE, alone and miserable with paramount BARBARITYā toĀ bestow the world with your own cruelness in return; there was no FAIRNESS to your life and you wanted to scream it until your lungs BURNED and BLED. yet, you refused to be consumed by anger again, so you were left with naught but scraps; the bitter and dull ache of loneliness soon comfortably settled back into your bones and koi was just a way to get reacquainted with the alienation that comes with your existence.Ā
here was a place where your life would have been much different; perhaps, you would have had a fighting chance, but this was not a place for KING - KILLERS like youāĀ no, this was a place for SOFT HEARTS and STARRY EYED FOOLS. neither of which you would ( COULD ) ever be or become; despite this, you werenāt going to tear this world to shreds. . . you hadnāt the will to, anyway. despite fiercely warning yourself of growing fond of the others here in the same predicament as you, it was much easier said than done; you couldnāt help but want the things you longed for most ( the things you were notĀ PERMITTED to have and have NEVER had before at all ).Ā
perhaps, one day, you would allow yourself that kindness.
judal has never experienced unconditional love from a human before, so it would probably not go over too well at first; to be completely honest, he probably wouldnāt know how to act and just continue going on as he usually does ( e.g. being whiny / obnoxious / etc. ) just to try and push their love in the opposite direction. itād be something uncomfortable for him, just because he isnāt used to it; however, i feel like he would adjust to it in time and become kind of partial towards it.Ā
one would think that judalās life would be brimming with stressful responsibilities and tasks, but he purposefully makes it so that he doesnāt have to deal with most of that at all; in fact, he typically pushed all of his responsibilities off on those that wanted to be his king vesselsā¦ and it doesnāt help that the only one that would genuinely scold him on it was hakuryuu.Ā Ā
if it is a stress that is out of his control? that either gets repressed until it boils over or he simply gets rid of it at the first opportunity; he isnāt one to keep things around him that makes him unhappy, but if it is unavoidable, he will simply ignore it until it gets to be too much.
describe your museās walk
well, whenever he decides that he wants to walk on any given day, itās nothing short of confident; from aimlessly sauntering to proudly parading, he never looks anything short of self - assured or noble. other times, heās lazily and gracelessly laid out on his divine staff and floats everywhere. thereās, unfortunately, no in between.
bonus if you add narrative, reason, scenarios, details, etc to give the receiver something more to work off of. ( can be anything from a hair ruffle, to fixing hairs that are out of place, to stroking their hair to comfort them, and anything in between. )
how your muse responds to anger :Ā answered hereĀ !
in terms of growing up too fast, itās pretty certain at this point that he didnāt even have a chance to experience childhood; after al - thamen murdered his family, they ruined him to the best of their ability so that they could exploit his status as magi. in all honesty, he really couldnāt enjoy his childhood after being raised under the same people that kidnapped and isolated him throughout his life; all they did was gouge out his morality with their magic and force him to be a tyrant all before the age ofĀ twelveĀ just because he was born as a magiā¦ and he quickly grew resentful of the world because of this. between jugging the psychological abuse of being forced into depravity and learning how to commit atrocities during times of war, i donāt think he had much time to really even live; if anything, itās almost surprising that he didnāt turn out worse than he did. the only bright side to this was that when living in the empireās palace, almost everyone catered to and spoiled him; this, however, makes him seem pretty whiny to the average person who doesnāt know who he is.
anger used to be such an integral part of judalās character and, if it isnāt obvious, a lot of it still lingers even after he achieved his goals; some things, no matter how long it has been, are just too difficult to let go sometimes. a handful of people actually mistake his crassness for anger, but it is anything but that; in fact, judal is actually a pretty laid back personā it either takes a threat or something really drastic to actually make him angry. a lot of his jeers and remarks are mostly out of sheer cockiness and are typically harmless unless the other person is foolishly goaded into attacking him; even then, he isnāt actively going out of his way to kill them or anything because he doesnāt actually care. there were time where he was completely consumed by his anger and was fully prepared to rid himself of his humanity because of how angry he was at the world; however, those days are in the past now and he is a lot more wiser ( believe it or not ) about how much he lets his anger get to him.
ā¦ććone aspect of his nobility that felix had always much appreciated was that it typically granted him access to his own quarters, separated from others in his daily life by at least a few walls. he had no problem with the camps of traveling armies or otherwise necessary group settings, but that was also helped by people knowing to leave him alone. this.. was neither of those.
at first contact, he eyed his roommate with an air of annoyance, slinging the heavy shield off his back to lean against a wall. best to establish rules, then. he had no intention of playing nice with a total stranger.
āif you touch the shield, youāll suffer a slow and painful death.ā ah, relics. his friendly warning definitely sounded more like a threat, but so be it.Ā āif you touch any of my other belongings, iāll just stab you instead.ā happy housewarming.
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sharing, especially in terms of living spaces, was something that judal was unaccustomed to and having such an uptight roommate as his first was grating on his nerves already; though he understood where he was coming from, the way it was addressed made him want to do the exact opposite and then some.
nose crinkling at the manās thinly veiled threats, it was blatantly obvious by his demeanor that he hadnāt taken it seriously by any means; a lifted brow was all the other received for his words and a scoff soon followed after.Ā ā . . . does it look like i have a use for your worthless shield or your shit, you little freak? ā
ā youāve got some mouth on you for being a rat. ā with brazen assurance, he steppedĀ towards his roommate who was comfortably leaned against the wall and moved to sharply flick at the manās forehead with his middle finger; at the very least, if he tried to strike back or counter in retaliation, all he would be met with was the hard exterior of his borg. perhaps he shouldnāt fuel this aggression, but really . . . he almost felt slighted.Ā ā try learning your place first before you start barking orders. ā
Ah such distaste in his voice, it almost made her smile that someone was talking to her in such a manner. Flayn was used to people holding back, people being nothing but nice to her as Seteth would do something about it. She was oddly sick of being treated like that, Flayn wanted to just be like everyone else- she knew that wasnāt possible even who and what she was, but she could try, right? She could at least give it her best until those things had to come out.Ā
He came closer only making her smile softer- she really took in the clothing that he was wearing, it almost reminded her of the ādancerā class she had within her world. It was very elegant, sheād always wondered what it would be like to dress in such a way it seemed freeing and comfortable.Ā
He called her grandma, her hands curled into fists as her cheek puffed out. āI am not a grandmother thank you very much!ā Her head turned to the side for a moment, she was almost tempted to turn and walk away but how could she? Flayn wanted to help plus having someone else around that could use magic almost made her feel at home. Looking back to the other she smiled, āI am a white magic user- I can heal those who have been hurt, Iām one of the best of where I am from and I am more than happy to help in any way that I can!ā She really hoped that she could help, she would try and do things that Rhea showed her when learning magic.
ā āwhite magic? thatās lame, but i shouldāve guessed since you act, yāknow. . . like that. ā in truth, judal typically did not mix well when it came to mages of her metier; be it due to his natural talent at being able to destroy or the typical juxtaposition of their personalities, judal has never walked away from a conversation with any of their kind happy before. regardless, he is an infamous glutton for punishment and, while he isnāt making an effort to get along, he also isnāt going out of his way to turn this encounter into a poor one; if anything, she could be the answer to his problems. . . ah, perhaps.. .
though it left a sour taste in his mouth, it was an option he had yet to turn to; perhaps his stagnancy was holding him back. noting that she boldly claimed to be one of the best, the oracle wasnāt about to question it and would simply see for himself, instead; after all, since she was so insistent on helping, thereās no way she would turn his request down.
ā youāre the best? very well, then youāll teach me it, ā it came out more like an order than a request, but judal wasnāt about to beg her, either; there were always other methods of learning and if he had to use his third - eye to do so, then so be it. with a huff, he crossed his arms,Ā ā just donāt be jealous when i get betterĀ at it than you. ā
āTrick questionā¦? Wasnāt it yours that was a trick question, as well then?ā
Stuck between cowed and petulant, her words come out like a trickle. Expression does not match, and she tries to avoid meeting the strangerās gaze by looking around for his dropped item.
She gives a small sigh of relief at the stranger seeminglyĀ drops the subject, and sheās hopeful that they can find his earring without further problems, butā¦
Years of dealing with Kano brings about a sense of vague awareness of when sheās being toyed with, but not near enough to temper her away from playing into their hands.Ā
āā¦You canā¦ see those thingsā¦?āĀ
Again, she freezes like a deer in the headlights!Ā
Thereās a moment of clarity, of logicā if his eyes are like that, doesnāt that mean heās not a normal human either?ā but it does not last long before he speaks more, his words stringing her along rather effectively.
ā...Oā¦of course Iām stressed,ā she manages to mumble.Ā āI just fell out of a boatā¦ And got laughed atā¦ And youā¦ You know, I have to help a bully...āĀ
The smallest barb is aimed and shot! Alas, it likely is not very effective, her stuttering and juvenile words working against her.
āā¦That doesnāt mean it has anything to do with Ā monsters.ā
Hook, bait and sinker. She drops a word that the strange boy hadnāt even mentioned, betraying her thoughts like she were a simple book to be read.Ā
it goes without say that this girl was more dense than he would have originally thought and honestly, getting what he wanted so quickly was almost disappointing; though he appreciated her cooperation, it wasnāt at all rewarding. while her rukh was off from the average personās,Ā he couldĀ tell that she was different because of that fact; however, she held no purpose or use to him other than helping him retrieve the lost article of jewelry. . . it was almost unjustly cruel of him, but he was far from feeling guilty about it; in fact, it only gave him an incentive to be more insufferable.
āā¦that doesnāt mean it has anything to do with monsters.ā
it was much too easy. . . ah, he supposed he could at least teach her a lesson, then. willing the wall of water she was currently facing to spray her directly in the face, the magi derisively laughed; despite not facing her and continuing to search what he came her for in the first place, his jeers did not lessen in severityā they held a semblance of truth to them, no matter how terribly and dramatically elicited they were.Ā Ā
ā stuuuuupid ! is that what you are? a monster ā ? wahaha, wellĀ . . . from one monster to another : you should neverĀ be tricked into telling your secrets.Ā āĀ
ā especially when youāre too weak to do anything about the consequences; i mean, youāre pathetic. . . you could have just said no, by the way. . . or maybe, āwaaaaaah, judal ! ! i would never help a piece of shit like youā !ā Ā ā voice raising an octave to poorly imitate her voice with the prior sentence he was quick to add,Ā ā . . .but youāre too nice, arenāt you? pffffbtbtbbt. ā
