WE WON'T ABANDON THIS DREAM

"Oh, Kos... Or some say Kosm..." 👁️ ASK/RP blog for Micolash, host of nightmare and Edgar, Choir Intelligencer from FromSoftware's "Bloodborne". 👁️ run by gio follow back as infernalpursuit

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[solebatmagister]

“Oh, no no. I do not mean to be rude nor hurt anyone, I’m merely commenting on this absurd situation. Ascending to a new plane of existence implies leaving behind all of our human vices after all - no Great One would appreciate such gratuitious depreavation.

...case in point for the aformentioned depravation.”

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“The animalistic nature of the people of Yharnam never stops to fascinate me. I see people finally learned who the true beasts are, and aren’t afraid to do unthinkable acts with them.

How despicable can desperate humans be...”

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[hey promote a Micolash Blog featuring Edgar who did nothing wrong to force myself to make an actual promo and focus on my original problematic fave

run by gio, follows as infernalpursuit, pls]

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“...hm. Everytime I close my eyes, it feels like ages passed.

How curious.”

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[micolash and rom]

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✂ ✦ (i forgOT U HAD A MICO BLOG TOO)

sometimes he gotta tell the truth [ACCEPTING]

✂-  For  one of the wrost mischief they did.

“Putting garden slugs in the Choir’s meal. Such a silly time.”

He didn’t hesitate a single second, huh.

✦ - For a guilty pleasure.

“Sometimes… I simply sit down. Speaking to the Brain, or listening to the Lantern’s songs… letting them slowly take over my feeble mind.”

“Not thinking… just letting the day go on. Taking a taste of greatness.”

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☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them. - ₪ -  For a kink. (do we even wanna know)

sometimes he gotta tell the truth [ACCEPTING]

“Hate… such a strong word. By now I don’t think I feel anything like it.I must admit I’m not the biggest fan of the Choir, if anything…”

“…and are you sure you want to know?”

“No.”

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回

sometimes he gotta tell the truth [ACCEPTING]

回 - For a phobia they have.

“Fear is something for those still in the Waking World.”

“Ah… It’s been so long since I felt that. I don’t know if I should be relieved or nostalgic…”

…he’d much rather not speak. Given his current situation, admitting that he’s afraid he won’t leave the Nightmare isn’t exactly good.

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My muse cannot lie ! Send :

( feel free specify a context for each symbol )

💓  - And a name to ask if they would start a relationship with them. ⇕ - And a name to ask if they would sleep with them. ✮- And a name to hear their real feelings for them.< ☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them. ✂-  For  one of the wrost mischief they did. ₪ -  For a kink. 回 - For a phobia they have. ✦ - For a guilty pleasure. ◎  - Next to any question to have it answered sincerely, no matter how personal or embarassing.

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golden-blood-rp‌:

Laurence sniffled a bit more, his snot mixing with the nosebleed. How uncomfortable. He listened quietly as Micolash spoke and started to relax. He indeed hadn’t been here to tease him, but to grant… support he guessed? Laurence didn’t really knew what he should think of Micolash yet. “..It’s just…”, he started. “I don’t even know what their problem with me is. It isn’t like I have these nosebleeds on purpose.” New tears prickled in his eyes. “And yet they don’t stop making fun about it..”, he sniffled.

Micolash’s eyes kept staring at the lake in front of them, passively listening to the other’s lament, just to shrug once he was done.

“Isn’t it what they always do? Picking on someone because they’re hurt. Or because they’re short. Or because they’re sick.” the kid shook his head, sighing lightly “A bunch of beasts, really. Picking on those too weak to talk back.”

He spoke with such calm, despite the fact he just considered a bunch of bullies like starved wolves and beasts. Looks like someone, here, is far more used to those comments than Laurence was, apparently - enough to have learned to see them as what they are. Animals, who for some reason are still blessed with Willem’s care.

“They’re just going to get worse if they see you get mad. Yes, indeed: they live off of your sadness, those ugly leeches.” he chuckled, finally daring to look up at the other with half a mischevious smile “You should’ve made their noses bleed too.”

...was he just joking? Who knows.

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Micolash wouldn’t leave. He even asked Laurence for assistance to come up the roof. As if Laurence would be able to lift him up, he was as tiny as Micolash just a tad better at climbing apparently. He had to admit though that he couldn’t soak his nosebleed in his sleeve forever. Today had to be the day he forgot to pocket a handkerchief. Laurence came down from the roof, snatched the handkerchief and climbed back up, using the handkerchief to press on his nose. A few seconds later he started to feel bad. Micolash didn’t had anything to do with him feeling like shit and just wanted to help. “…thanks.”, he muttered, as a few tears still dropped down his face.

“Do not mention that.” Micolash answered in a calm tone, hands behind his back as he leaned on the wall right under Laurence, keeping his eyes to the horizon. Focusing on the lake, more than anything else. Thinking that the other kid wouldn’t like being stared at in such a state.

He knew he would’ve been quite embarassed, if he had to be seen like that.

“Us outcasts must watch eachother back, don’t we?” he kept on speaking after a few seconds, keeping his smile and yet turning his voice in a distant one. Emotionless, even. As if he was talking more to himself than Laurence “It’s the least we can do if we don’t want to be swallowed whole by those wolves.”

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Laurence froze when he heard someone call his name. He wanted nothing more to be alone in this situation, not letting people see how upset he actually was, but someone had seen him and even worse, followed him. He tried to choke back the tears (with next to no success) and wiped his face with his sleeve, as he looked down. Oh, it was only Micolash. He should have known it instantly, it had clearly been his voice after all. Laurence just had been worried that one of the bullies had followed him. He still didn’t feel like having company, even that of a friend. And he started to get anxious. What if Micolash would tease him for crying over something so trivial? Or someone had seen him going up here and followed him and he would be exposed to the whole school like this? That thoughts just got him back into crying full force and he choked out: “Go away.” at Micolash, his body shivering. He once again wiped his nose with his sleeve and when he put it down, he could see the streak of blood on it. “Oh no…”, Laurence murmured. He had apparently worked himself up hard enough that he would get one of his infamous nosebleeds. Could this day even get worse?

Oh, dear. Micolash didn’t really move, nor emoted as Laurence tried to chase him away, if not by gently tilting his head on the side, looking in his pockets for but a moment until he pulled out an handkerchief, getting on the tip of his feet to try and reach for the roof without much success.

Ah, curse his height.

“I’ve got this, if you need to clean up.” he still called, attempting to catch the other’s attention “I can’t reach up tho. You’ll have to go down or lift me up...”

Granted, the other asked him to leave him alone, rather than give him some help with that little problem of his, but Micolash was never the kid who properly understood social cues. Or realized when his presence wasn’t truly welcomed. For what he cared, if a fellow student was having some troubles with a nosebleed, that meant he needed something to wipe off the blood, simple as that.

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starter for @solebatmagister Lately there had some kind of school gang formed at Byrgenwerth. Laurence wouldn’t have paid them much attention when their favourite pasttime wouldn’t have been to bully him, regardless what he did. For now he was used to them calling him names or throwing spitballs at him in class or just make fun of him for whatever reason they could find, often about his constant nosebleeds and fainting that he even couldn’t anything for. The current situation shouldn’t even have been so bad. Someone had tripped him up and he had fallen while carrying all the books he wanted to study with. He should stand over this, he thougt to himself, but he couldn’t just stop the tears that prickled in his eyes from falling. Completely abandoning his books, Laurence rushed through the common room while trying to hold back the tears and hid himself on the roof, hoping that nobody had seen him. Once he had gone into hiding, he let his tears flow freely, ugly sobs sounding through the small room.

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Nobody? Yes. Good luck with that, Laurence. Micolash wasn’t exactly in his ways as he ran in the corridors of Byrgenwerth, but given how most were busy hanging with their friends rather than studying the slugs racing around the gardens, entering the building just in time to see the other rushing to the roof.

...huh. That’s odd.

Walking calmy to the balcony, almost wondering Laurence could’ve jumped off when he didn’t see him around, all Micolash had to do was following the sobbing and looking up to the roof, head tilting lightly.      Even more odd. The roof isn’t quite safe.

“:..hello? Laurence?”

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goldenornstein ha risposto al tuo post “¦the Lanterns seem nervous, tonight.” Perhaps they sensed someone...”

The Choir Boys here to shame

[solebatmagister]

“…the Lanterns seem nervous, tonight.”

Perhaps they sensed someone walking in the nightmare? Or maybe the Brain was just as restless?

…he should probably pay It a visit soon.         Just to be sure.

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if one could listen hard enough, they would hear the sound of micolash being offended

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"This whole place is falling apart..." (for whoever you want >;3)

grant us eyes

“The Brain is nervous, it seems. Something must be bothering It.”

Micolash speaks as if it was obvious, losing himself looking at the Loft. The Great One residing in that Nightmare seemed… uncharacteristically jumpy, lately.The Host simply assumed it was because of the stranger, and yet the precarious balance of that place seemed, if possible, even less stable than usual.

How curious, how curious….

                                           …of course, the fact that she must’ve meant the Loft literally looked like a castle in ruins came a little too late.