The Luckiest Demon

It’d been quite some time since he had left the homestead of HagaFosiel and what better occasion than when a group of magicians took over a city? His choice to enter the library was more of avoiding a strike from a fire magician outside than actually wanting to. He was well aware the risks that came with being out in the open but there was more he could do from within the city than back at HagaFosiel. Besides if he was to be forced back home for safety, at least it wouldn’t be a far off trip.

Immediately as he entered he knew something was off, not just because the lack of books but also because of a strange feeling he sensed. He didn’t want it to be anything, he really didn’t. However, there was no doubt that there was more to this maze than simply navigating through it. His gaze went around him and with a sigh he took a step forward. Before long he had gone in a circle and groaned softly to himself and continuing on.

A voice interrupted his thoughts, however, so he answered back, “Hello?” He peeked around the corner, wishing he at least had a better weapon than just his bodily strength. He caught sight of a familiar face and sighed in relief, “Ream...am I glad to see you.”

#the maze runners

A Brother’s Worrying || Se’ref & Varamadras

Varamadras was sure that concluded that part of their conversation, he wondered if the deal had been made, the future set in few words he had given to the situation. He wondered if that was to make it right, if you would still remember it when the next time would arrive that he choose the path of risk. He crossed his arms and let the notion rest.

‘I bet juggling the schedules of four people could prove a bit difficult, but it might just be a better solution than sending a hundred messages back and forth.’ He sighed. He wanted to look forward to a situation Se’ref depicted, but he found himself unable. Was it because of how badly his relationship with Misha seemed right now? It had never gotten so out of control like it had now.

‘Of course, if we do manage to get everyone together, let’s make it more difficult and invite others. I am sure many of our friends would enjoy a social engaging dinner party,’ he said, trying to grin.

“Caeda is excellent at almost everything and I really don’t know how she does it.” He picked at a thread of his sleeve before suddenly looking up at Dras with a concerned expression, “And I’m almost too afraid to ask. She’s small but can be fairly terrifying.” There was little that could terrify him but Misha, Dras, and Caeda were three of the top ones who could do it if they wanted to.

“Perhaps a celebration of life. This way it could be scheduled to any day without anyone questioning what the occasion was based on a calendar.” He grinned himself, though wider than Varamadras.

#brother's worrying

Cherishing | Se’ref & Misha

misha-itaul

“Apology accepted, my darling,” she said with considerable amusement. “As curses go, I suppose it’s not so bad?” She lay her head down beside him again as he toyed with her hair, and playfully she kissed the space under his ear as he talked, being intentionally distracting. She knew he wouldn’t be able to resist that, and the thought made her smile softly against his cheek.

“Flatterer,” she scolded lightly. “You know you do not have to win my affections with compliments, don’t you? Not that I particularly mind, but…” She trailed off and looked over at him, her eyes warm. Truth be told there was nothing that he needed to do at all—she was completely devoted to him, and it seemed inconceivable to her that she’d ever had doubts—though she did remember having them, briefly. But as of now, if there was one thing in her life where she knew she made the right choice, it was with him. She only hoped that he knew that.

@seref-fveran

He felt her smile against his skin and smiled himself, knowing full well what she was attempting to do. His hand shifted slightly from playing with her hair to running along the soft skin of her neck. Her words grabbed his attention and he leaned his head back enough to look down at her. It was a strain but she was worth it. “I know that, my love.”

Hating the strain but also wanting to keep them against one another, Se’ref’s arms went fully around her and he shifted so he held himself above her by his elbows. His lips went to hers in confirmation to the both of them of their love of one another. “I just enjoy expressing my love and adoration to you. It’s one of my favorite hobbies.” He grinned but didn’t pull his lips too far from hers as his eyes trailed over her visage to take in her beauty completely for the first time that evening.

#cherishing

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#photos

Misha Itaul & Se’ref Fveran Aesthetic

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” ― Lao Tzu

#hc #development

Do you think your people are happy with you as their lord?

A lord will always have people that love them or hate them and I am only one demon, therefore I will make mistakes and am unable to fully make every one of my people happy. But I do the best that I can and that seems to be enough.

What are the most depressing parts of being a Lord?

Not being home as much as I like. There are always good things and bad things about a job and this would be the biggest one for me. Not to mention the days when certain things just don’t go right. What one needs to remember is to look forward to the next new day.

A Brother’s Worrying || Se’ref & Varamadras

‘I wonder whether that will be enough to get her to step away, she has gotten a taste of the madness, and it’s hard to accept letting it go,’ mentioned Varamadras, an honest opinion. But he agreed it was his best option, Se’ref might know better how to apply this situation than others. He wondered if he could convince Misha, or trick her in understanding that he would do fine without her, yet might seek her advising when he took great steps. He wondered if he would, fast action was hard when many wanted to voice their opinions.

‘Hmm, when I am in HagaFosiel, nothing would gladden me more than to have dinner with family, or lunch, or breakfast, or any food and company related matter,’ he said, smiling a bit, the weight of the conversation still kept him from being clear minded enough to smile truthfully. ‘Of course arranging such an event would prove difficult, but I think we can manage. Besides, I think it is a good idea. Not just for Misha, but for all of us. Tarac might want to join in, you know.’

#brother's worrying #pardon the shortness as i'm attempting to get back into the swing of things

Se’ref nodded his head, falling deep into the thoughts of his mind. The topic was difficult for him mainly because he was fighting with the two sides of his mind. One was the leader and politician, the other was the demon who loved Misha more than anyone in the world.

A smile appeared on his lips, one that was just as tired as anything else. The upcoming preparations and many scenarios his staff had given him had taken its toll on him. And he was not prepared to really let Misha see that side just yet. Though there was a high chance she already knew. “I wouldn’t mind him joining us.” He let out a tired laugh, “Caeda can help schedule something. She’s good at that.”

Cherishing | Se’ref & Misha

misha-itaul

“A fair objection,” she said with a grin. She also doubted that Marius would appreciate any sort of assistance—or even perceived assistance—on that front, as well. But who really knew. Making a face at Se’ref, she hummed, a contented sort of sound, and kissed his cheek. “That would be lovely, but I’d never get anything done. I’d be far too distracted.” That kiss was followed by a lighter one at the corner of his mouth.

Her amusement turned to outright laughter as he talked, but the minute he was finished she put on a businesslike mask and pursed her lips, taking the matter as seriously as if this were a state dinner. “Knowing how Dras does love to look the part, it may have to be decreed that no portraits be done of him from that point on—the history books will lack any images after 741, and he can be remembered as elegant and suit-clad until the end of time.” Her spirits sank as the picture she imagined of him was accompanied with the much newer memory of how he had looked during their argument.

seref-fveran

His attention began to focus solely on her and he vaguely noted how impressive it was that she could pull his entire attention straight to her. His entire world revolved around Misha at the moment and he felt nothing wrong with that. “I’m sorry that I am too good looking, it’s a curse I live with every day.”

He leaned his head back down to the bed and nodded silently. After a few seconds of contemplation, Se’ref spoke once more. “I may have to do that for myself. Though you, my love, shall never have to. Your beauty will forever be eternal.” His fingers played with the strands of hair that were nearest to him.

@misha-itaul

#cherishing

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Ruined Beyond Redemption Chapter 10: Lost Stars

#photos

Is there something as a cities' "limits"? How long can HagaFosiel go without food were they isolated right now?

With the battle, we ensure for the worst so we could last quite a bit of time with rations. However, everything has its limits and there is no doubt a city could have many.

Do you think there are some things people without magic are better suited for?

I would imagine not everyone does what they’re best suited for. I personally didn’t have a lot of confidence in my own position at HagaFosiel for quite some time. But here I am.

What were your parents like? Were they still together when you were born?

They were yes. My parents may no longer be around but they had a strong bond between them.

A Brother’s Worrying || Se’ref & Varamadras

varamadrasitaul:

Varamadras looked amazed as Se’ref counted down Misha’s feelings as if they were his own. The strangeness was not how he said it, but the ease with which he did. He and Misha were close, but Se’ref and Misha were much closer than he ever hoped to be. And they had gone to war together, fought a corrupt government together, but they had not grown up together. Despite everything, that still bothered him. Massuv and Twan had always better gone about matters such as this. But he kept those less accelerating thoughts to himself.

To keep her safe. They had that in common. ‘That’s sounds like a good plan,’ he replied to the suggestion. ‘I don’t want her to worry, but I fear she will only worry more now. Any suggestions on how I can convince her that she does not have to fear for my life? I am able to protect myself, and if not, the Smoke will keep death away from me,’ he told Se’ref. He could never die in battle, not with the Smoke by his side. But he could get wounded, and it was that which had brought fear within the heart of his sister.

Se’ref felt more at ease when Dras agreed with him. He didn’t want to overstep his place but he cared very deeply for Misha and wanted to do whatever he could to ensure her safety. It was possibly the one thing both he and his Lord agreed on completely. He brought his hand up to rub his chin, making a mental note to shave later, and hummed in thought. “I don’t imagine it will be easy to convince of her. But appeal to her sisterly emotions. That you trust her and would go to her if you needed serious advising but perhaps it is time that she were to take a step away from the danger.”

Misha was fiery in his eyes and she wouldn’t lightly be told what to do but if one were to bring up a solid argument with points that appealed to her emotions more, it was doable. “Perhaps we should start having regularly scheduled family suppers, this way she can physically see you enough that her worry would lessen?” The idea was unique to him but he had no doubt Caeda could schedule in time each week.

varamadrasitaul

#brother's worrying

Cherishing | Se’ref & Misha

#i'm sorry he's stupid #what an idiot #cherishing

misha-itaul:

“We should set her up with Marius, then the two of them can come to dinners and complain about how much more important work they have to take care of—and in her case, it’d be true.” Her lips turned up at the edges, and she nosed the side of his jaw affectionately. “I only look like that when you’re around,” she told him.

Leaning her chin against his chest, she glanced up through her eyelashes at him, and smirked. “Don’t be so sure – I keep finding grey hairs,” she muttered, and scrunched up her nose at the thought. “It’s not that I mind so much, showing my age a little. It’s that Dras doesn’t.” She chuckled lightly, and added with a note of dramatic hopelessness in her voice, “It’s frustrating beyond describing to age quicker than your elder brother.”

He frowned at the thought, “I don’t think Marius is good enough for her.” Se’ref left it at that, not wanting to fully release his overprotective feelings about his assistant. His smile widened greatly, “Oh? Then I suppose I should be around you always. Every second of each day. This way the entirety of HagaFosiel can see your radiance too.”

He used his free arm to prop his head up slightly to look down at her, every stress from the day already disappearing. And he felt no need to think of tomorrow’s. “Ah! But you know what that means, don’t you?” He grinned brightly, “Just means his age will show up all at once. He’ll look so old that this war will end by just placing him on the battlefield and everyone will fear his appearance they surrender.” He nodded as if it were a serious debate topic.

misha-itaul

Cherishing | Se’ref & Misha

#wow this sucks i'm sorry #cherishing

misha-itaul:

The serenity of the evening began to descend upon them, and it truly felt as though they were free from the demands of the world when they were here, like this. Misha felt the touch of Se’ref’s lips on her hair, and smiled. “You are more important,” she said, but her tone was light—she was being cute, but only pretending to dismiss his problems at work. She felt she needed to remind him that he wasn’t in the office any more, or even in private working on some problem or other by himself. This time was purely theirs, for them to appreciate one another.

“Ah, Caeda. I am beginning to suspect that young woman is descended from some sort of goddess,” Misha said with a smile. “The way she manages to get things done for us, I will never understand how she has time to bake cookies or live her own life.” Without their living, breathing date planner around, it seemed unlikely that Misha and Se’ref would ever find time to see one another, let alone be by themselves.

She allowed her fiance to reposition her, and nudged her face into the crook of his neck, pressing a few light kisses along his collarbone before leaning back and relaxing against his side. “You could eat one thousand cookies a day and look entirely different—though I do prefer you as you are, I wouldn’t abandon you if you became all jolly and round,” she teased, poking him in the stomach playfully.

“I’m beginning to believe that she doesn’t have a social life outside of the office.” It was a growing concern with him as she had come to consider her like a daughter. A bossy daughter, but one nonetheless. “I don’t even think she goes out for fun unless for our banquets which I certainly don’t always count as fun.” He smirked with a final thought, “Though I do enjoy how radiant you look.”

He wrapped his arm around her tighter as she snuggled against his side. He always felt lighter when she was by his side. It was the trait that had drawn him to her in the very beginning. There were entire verses that he could recite that wouldn’t even compare to the beauty that was her. He playfully returned a squeeze on her side and laughed quietly into the space. “I’m glad to hear that you wouldn’t abandon me, my love. Just as your beauty will never fade, no matter how long time has passed or delicious treats have been eaten.”

A Brother’s Worrying || Se’ref & Varamadras