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Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns
▤ - falling asleep on them .
there was no small part in him that dreaded sleep’s soft embrace, that feared to nod off and to wake up, later, to find all of them shackled once more. once, he had willingly given up his freedom. he did not think that chaldene would ask him a second time, not after aion had become tainted by thalassa’s quiet words. but if this was taint, he did not think that he ever wanted to be golden again. absentmindedly, he wondered if humans still baptised their children and what the explanation for this custom was in this age.
( perhaps he would read up on it later when he evaded sleep’s gentle grasp. )
others, it seemed, did not share his wariness. chaila had excused himself hours ago, citing a need for beauty sleep. aion would have laughed incredulously at this, but he had decided against it. the other god was not someone he wanted to be angry with him. others had left, too, and cimeria … cimeria had fallen asleep against his shoulder.
he vaguely remembered that aries had slept, too. it had been unusual because as spirits, they had not needed to sleep. libra had been similar, and while it it had confused him then, he had come to understand since. some friend / some protector he had been. he hoped that she could rest easy, now, that her dreams were dreams and not nightmares. after everything, this was the least she deserved.
just like she also deserved not to wake up with an aching back, he mused. there had been a time when there would have been gods and demigods capable of healing, but — lyrinne had been slain and many of her dear ones as well. and aion had never had any skill beyond wrapping bandages around wounds and offering potions. thus, he would have to rely on other abilities.
whether it was his strength or the fact that cimeria did not weigh a lot, it was easy to gently scoop her up and carry her back indoors, up the stairs and towards her room. this was … not much, but it was something he could do for her. and she looked calm. unhaunted. she deserved to sleep peacefully, just like she deserved to wake up in her bed as opposed to outside.
there was still light in the hallway and there was a figure sitting on the windowsill, idly reading. he had hoped for erida or maybe ayse, just as much as he had hoped to be able to avoid caprian, but it was thalassa who owlishly blinked at him as she took in the scene. she seemed perfectly calm, but if the years had taught him one thing, it was that it was … unwise to trust her calm as it often hid a storm. and she was protective / so very protective over cimeria. this, he understood as he was the same.
‘ ‘ thalassa, ’ ’ he greeted quietly as he continued his approach, biting off the lady as it seemed to irritate her needlessly. ‘ ‘ i did not wish to wake her — or anyone. it is late, after all. ’ ’
she nodded as she turned and opened the door to cimeria’s room for him. sometimes, not often enough, it was like this. silent agreements, quiet reassurance. they had never been close, had never been friends — and he did not think that they ever could be. but there was … respect. on some days, he even thought that after so many years, she was finally able to trust him.
( before, he had been her brother’s general. now, he did not know what he was. but … he was admittedly excited to find out. maybe a protector. hopefully a protector. )
he gently placed cimeria on her bed, unsurprised when thalassa was next to him to cover the other with blankets, her face soft and her stormy eyes kind. he had not heard her move, but this was how it often was during the night when he was a dull knife in more than one way. the night, cliché as it sounded, was ayse’s domain, not his.
‘ ‘ good night, cimeria. sweet dreams. ’ ’
send ‘‘ ▤ ’’ for my muse’s reaction to yours falling asleep on them / accepting
as both leo and aion, he prefers lances over swords. this puts him in good company with aquarius / thalassa whereas his lunar counterpart, libra / ayse, has always been drawn more towards swords. alas --- the lance once wielded by the sun god disappeared and has not been seen in many centuries.
he has been close with his lunar counterpart, ayse, for as long as she has been alive and before, he was close to her father. he respects both ayse and her father deeply, and due to their connected domains ( honour and justice ), they were often worshipped at the same temples. as spirits, they were not as close as they were separated, but upon reunion, aion feels inclined to resume their old friendship.
unlike someone, he is not upset about the animal he was associated with in the zodiac; in the olden days, lions were ayse’s sacred animal. his own sacred animal was the leopard.
* chaoticor
dj nodded at the wool aion showed him. it looked warm and even though it was not quite winter, dj could already feel the warmth it would give. “oh heck yeah, that looks great, aion! i’m sure you two will do great.” and there it was: dj’s unending confidence melting into a confidence for his friends.
he knew aion only came out here to live because of his injury and well. it might be rude to say, but dj is happy aion got injured. otherwise, they’d never would have met and dj likes him. he’s great! also, it’s nice to have someone in his age group at these things.
“my gran said that she’ll help me if i mess up, but she thinks i can do it.” dj confessed. “she has too much faith in me. the first thing i tried to make was a hat that got turned into a scarf. but i blame my hair for that one.”
placing the wool on the table in front of them, he grinned. ‘ ‘ thank you . . . i met cimeria and her sisters at the store and juvia helped me choose --- i think i will knit a hat for ayse; she seemed to like the lilac wool a lot, ’ ’ aion said excitedly as he waved at ms styrne when she swept into the room, waving back at him despite appearing to be preoccupied with whatever text message she was sending while she was carrying the basket with cake and tea in the other hand.
‘ ‘ ---and my grandmother told me about the pottery class, recommended even that i should check it out when my leg is better, ’ ’ he continued as he went through his needle case to select the right ones for his project, the pattern smoothed out on the table in front of him. ‘ ‘ i wanted to ask if you'd like to tag along? it sounds like fun. ’ ’
( and as fun as the class was going to be either way, it would be much more fun with a friend. )
❤ - kissing them .
his hand closed around her shoulder ( careful / always, always careful ) and he exhaled quietly. cimeria was whole in ways aries had not been, not in the end. not after summoners who had mistreated her, after being hurt when she had not been permitted to defend herself. but leo’s caution was still etched into aion’s bones, and so he was careful ( as if she was porcelain, as if she could shatter in his grasp if he was careless ). he knew that as she was whole, cimeria would not break apart under his touch, but — this was the tragedy; he knew better but could not bring himself to risk it.
chaila might wring amusement from this, but aion was not particularly concerned about what the other god found hilarious. after all — he could not help but grin when the god of love and beauty stumbled back inside, wearing singed clothing. this was a sentiment shared by others, even their leader ( lady thalassa / ocean’s wrath ) who could occasionally not hide her smirk behind her hand fast enough.
but —— aion had thought about kissing cimeria / leo had thought about kissing aries.
mostly when there was a frown on her forehead and it was all to tempting to smooth it out, like an unwanted wrinkle in his shirt. ultimately, he had always taken a step back from it, had abstained from it — while i don’t want you to look sad was not the worst reason to kiss someone, there were many, many better reasons.
he was — uncertain what had prompted her to kiss his cheek ( only to miss and, somewhat awkwardly, kiss the bridge of his nose ), but he was not complaining. far from it. the emotions, aside from her hair tickles my nose, i hope i don’t sneeze, that were most prominent were almost childish glee and relief. cimeria, from what he recalled, had always been … assertive, something that had gotten her into hot water with caprian, a long time ago.
squeezing her shoulder gently, he turned his grin into a smile before he spoke. ‘ ‘ what — aside from getting thalassa to agree to coming to the festival — did i do to deserve this? ’ ’ he asked, both amused and genuinely interested in the answer.
send ‘‘ ❤ ’’ for my muse’s reaction to yours kissing them / accepting
leo, looking at lucy and master bob: these two are the same age
☂ neighborhood verse
‘ ‘ lucy, ’ ’ aion said as he stared at the offered garment, unsure of what else to say. he was entirely speechless, and this did not happen often. then, it also did not happen often that he mentioned that he had forgotten his jacket ( mostly because he usually remembered such things ) and was promptly offered someone else’s clothes. this was … new territory, and he neither knew how to chart it nor how to tread on it without risking to offend someone he had come to think of as a friend.
still, as things stood, he was … well, there was no way he could fit into lucy’s clothes. at least not unless she never wanted to wear them again, he supposed. ‘ ‘ um, ’ ’ he muttered, shifting his weight, ‘ ‘ thank you, i guess? but we’re almost there, and i’m certain that laxus’ grandmother will offer us tea. ’ ’
send ‘‘☂ ’’ for my muse’s reaction to yours giving them their jumper to keep warm / accepting
❂+
sometimes, leo understood very well what revati meant when she said that it was easy to forget. it was easy because it was difficult to keep count of how many times he had offered a handkerchief to a summoner, how many times he had sighed and wiped blood off their faces himself because they had been staring ahead blankly, not really seeing his outstretched hand.
had it been a hundred times or a thousand? it was hard to pinpoint singular occasions when, for the most part, this was part of a routine, of a sequence of events that were repeated over and over.
‘ ‘ lucy, ’ ’ he said calmly as he lowered his hand, no suaveness left in his voice as he carefully observed her face, waiting for a flicker of something on it. stars, he hated it went usually quite expressive faces went blank, even though he probably should be used to it by now. ‘ ‘ lucy, i can’t stay much longer, my apologies — rejoin your friends, please … i think i saw cana down that hill, earlier. ’ ’
send ‘‘ ❂ ’’ for my muse’s reaction to wiping off blood your muse’s face / accepting
03/29/19 // sunlight // ig
* chaoticor
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“yo!!! aion!!” dj waved at the other boy as he entered. he moved his seat so that aion could sit closer to the exit. dj was many things, but careless of someone’s injury was not. “i got new colors for the gloves i’m going to make. gotta keep warm in the winter when im drumming away, you know?”
it was certainly not the right way to think, but aion sometimes caught himself thinking that no matter how painful ( and evitable ) his injury had been, it had improved his life quality. he knew that his father had never planned on him preferring to stay with his grandmother, but how could he not? he had friends here, hobbies outside of his sport --- he had a meaningful social life.
case in point: dj. when he had been living with his father, he never would have crossed paths with someone even half as loud as him; certain types just did not attend his old school. yes, it was fortunate to be here, now.
setting aside his crutches and reaching into his own bag to pull out the wool he had bought for this week's meeting, a soft smile settled onto his face. ‘ ‘ grandmother says she’s going to help me with a sweater, ’ ’ he said, running a hand through his hair. ‘ ‘ because, as you said, it’s getting cold. ’ ’
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
veilled :
alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .
02/06/20 // let the years we’re here be kind // ig
occupation. he does not have an actual job; he is the guy who shows up to cover a night shift when there is a dire need and that no one really remembers afterwards. even the ones who scheduled his shift don't really remember anything about him. thus, he has become a bit of an urban legend. age. very old. one of the oldest vampires in existence apparent age / age he was turned at. 27 current territory. --- outstanding skill. while he is not immune to the sun, he is not as vulnerable to it as most other vampires either
"i didn’t get a chance last night to tell you how proud i am of you." // from cimeria in main
aion smiled as he briefly looked at cimeria before he looked at the skies once more. dusk was falling like a curtain of blazing colours, colours that reminded him of cimeria’s hair. it would be false to claim that as evening had come, the house had gotten calmer. there were too many strong personalities assembled in a place that was too small. it was impossible not to notice how antsy these close quarters made arche and alexius, it spoke volumes about how successful rhieson was that helani had not yet stormed off to spark a war somewhere.
it was not ideal, but it was all they had. he exhaled, breathed out the bitterness that was threatening to wrap itself around his heart like vines. chaila was not wrong when he complained that their current abode was nothing like the temples they had once lived in, but aion thought that the other was missing a crucial point: the lower the profile they kept, the harder it would be for chaldene to find them. and as small and humble as their house was, it was their home.
turning his gaze towards cimeria again, a small smile grew on his face. like aries before her, cimeria was kind to him in ways others were not. ‘‘ thank you, ’’ he said as he allowed his hand to rest on her shoulder for a moment before he let it rest against his side again. ‘‘ between you and me --- it was not . . . difficult to step back and let thalassa take over. mistakes were made, and i need to evaluate a few things. ’’
