ARMS OF THE OCEAN

independent blog for the maternal half of the celestial spirit pisces: revati / erida written by jana

[seaternal]

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[seaternal]

she was not the most  ---  possessive person,  she did not mind to share her favourite haunts with others.  she had her favourites when it came to the company she kept,  obviously,  but who did not?  it helped,  she supposed,  that she had been around for such a long time.  she had been there when the university had been new,  had been one of the first professors  ( one of the first ghosts,  too,  but that was always such a depressing thought ).  she had seen it grow,  had seen new buildings sprout from the ground,  and she had thrown a bit of a tantrum when they had gotten rid of one of her masterpieces,  a statue that used to be the centerpiece of the plaza.  when they had erased her from the university’s history despite her being still around.

she was  . . .  happiest,  one could say,  when she could fulfill what had been her calling,  when  she could be a guide to those who needed it.  death had not robbed her of her compass,  of her need to be there for those who needed someone.  perhaps not her in particular,  but sometimes,  she was the best they could get.

running a hand through an oil painting made by one of her old students that now hung in a rarely visited corner of the building,  she hummed to herself and instead of gliding,  she almost danced down the long hallway.  this was one of the art buildings  ---  and she was hardly the most eccentric person the art students would ever see.

@steeltempered  /  m.

[seaternal]

“maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.” / caprian

in the many eons of her life, erida had seldom been at a loss for words. it would have been so unbecoming for her of all people to lose her eloquence, no? but there she was, held by caprian and voiceless as his warm hands carressed her shoulders. she could not recall herself to have been someone who sought out physical contact as much as she was doing now, but ayse was likely right and they had been chaned by their time as … spirits, as servants — bound to follow another’s whims.

( servants was a nice term for it, one that made things sound better than they had been. )

she hummed quietly as a grin split open her face and caprian raised an eyebrow at her. ‘‘ my chaos is — barely noteworthy if you compare it to my cousins’, ’’ she responded as she shifted and rested her head against the juncture where his neck met his shoulder. ‘‘ but of course, yours is the only one i want. ’’

as always. even when there had been more of them, no one had ever caught her eye like he had. she had seen him and, despite herself, she had wanted him, had found that his particular brand of well-regulated erraticness was the perfect match for hers. she could probably claim that it had been wisdom that had led her path to cross his, but she would not take credit for something that so clearly was closer related to chaila’s domain.

[seaternal]

FIVE SENSES AESTHETICS.

bold what applies to your muse. italicize what they like / what they would like

SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars.  blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake-up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colors.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and ac units. a phone call to mom / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room.  drumming fingertips on a table. the clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favorite pet’s fur / feather. wringing your hands anxiously.  snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against the skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

SMELL. morning glories and honeysuckles. freshly cut grass. hot chocolate in the middle of winter. nail polish. acetone. hospital rooms. smoke. hair spray. your favorite shampoo / conditioner. the scent of home. perfume. cologne. mint. something burning. wet “dogs”. copper. metal. unemptied ashtrays. something familiar yet different.

tagged by: stole it from myself tagging: you see this? you are tagged. i do make the rules

[meyhew]

do u take constructive criticism

i only take cash or credit 

[emmarps]

[realfootage]

[aseaofquotes]

Victoria Schwab, The Archived

[seaternal]

"I literally think I'm going to fucking die. This is it. This is the end of me, for real this time."

erida wished, not for the first time, she could touch his forehead and plant the tiniest seed of wisdom within the other god. whereas touching his forehead would not be the impossible aspect, the fact that she could not bless other gods were the limitation she could not overcome, no matter how tempted she was.

leaning against the door, she briefly closed her eyes and sighed. arin had never, never tried her patience as much as chaila could. sometimes, she questioned whether her son ever wondered if cimeria, ayse and he truly were the youngest; chaila’s dramatics certainly bore similarities to a toddler’s tantrum, sometimes.

‘‘ you caught a cold, chaila, ’’ she said patiently. ‘‘ this is not the sort of illness that should have you writing your will, dear. ’’

[seaternal]

"good morning, darling," caprian greeted, placing a quick kiss to the top of her forehead. a fondness to his voice he reserved for private moments like this. he always rose earlier than erida, preferring to have an abundance of time in the morning to prepare for work - but he'd never minded. waking her up was, though he may never admit it, one of the most treasured parts of his routine. "it's about time to wake arin up for school,"

‘‘ mmhh… ’’ she mumbled into her pillow before she rolled over to her other side and pulled him closer so that she could place a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth. occasionally she pretended to be still deeply asleep, only to coax a little more affection out of him, but not today. today, she was playing nice. ‘‘ good morning, love, ’’ she said as she sat up, her hand still resting on his shoulder. she would not  cling  to it, not when he was already wearing his suit. after all — she knew how much effort it took him to look this … crisp every morning.

idly combing her hair with her fingers, she yawned. ‘‘ i will probably be at the gallery until late tonight, ’’ she said — knowing that they  had  discussed this, but also knowing that they both liked to go over these things a second time. ‘‘ arin is going over to thalassa’s after school, but you’ll be home before me so you’d have to pick him up … and maybe try to get out of him why he was looking at envelopes for wedding invitations, he’s been … evasive when i asked yesterday. ’’

[steelbloom]

If it’s family, you protect. Doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not.

Aveline . (via aceofscale)

[quase-heroi]

[05am]

[vilicity]

[pridewaited]

Some people??? Ignore canon? To cope???????

[justpudding-deactivated20210818]

due to personal reasons i will become god

[seaternal]

“i knew that this would end in tears.” / chaila

once upon a time, erida had been gentle and kind whenever chaila’s romantic endeavours had not ended the way her cousin had intended, but it was difficult for her to be patient when he remained incorrigible. for years now, he had not shown the faintest trace of — growth, she still felt like he fell in love too quickly and typically with the wrong people on top of that … and then had the nerve to sit in her kitchen and eat the cookies she had made for arin’s and ayse’s playdate.

“ i’d think so, ” she said as she turned away from the refrigerator and pushed a pint of ice cream into his direction before reaching for her own coffee cup, “ after all, you knew they were both married. to each other. i can’t understand … how you can make a surprised face now. ”

to be fair — she had never understood either of her cousins, though she probably came closer to understanding alexius. how chaila experienced love would forever be a mystery to her; when her husband was feeling romantic, he would vacuum the livingroom in an alluring manner  or  iron his countless shirts in a seductive fashion. it probably said interesting things about both him and her — that he was capable of such feats and that she could differentiate between normal and … seductive ironing.

taking a sip of her coffee, she sighed softly. “ i  told  you they were happily married, ” she muttered under her breath, almost an attempt to justify the blatant lack of compassion. though in her defense — only a saint could spent  years  on watching this without  ( at some point )  grow numb to it. especially since no matter how much empathy she would show, in a week or two, they would be in the same situation again and someone else would have broken his heart.