#aetherose

[abyssmalice]

@aetherose: Starin' at you resource hoarder /silly

(resource hoarding? nooooo........ i have noooo idea what you mean :3)

[alanemeseos]

ACCEPTING ( short starters call ) / @aetherose.

he doesn't draw, not yet. this ⸻ well, they certainly appear human, but something about their clothing, their demeanour, makes him nervous to define them as such. " are you lost? " he asks, not unkindly. his eyes travel to the book by her side. " are you an author, perhaps? "

that could explain why she travels on this path, the thick bamboo of qingce village. visiting a friend?

[bloodyarn]

🥚 Nimue gives Babette an egg. "...I do not know what to do with this. I hope you will find more use in it...?" Wait. The egg is hatching.

𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 . Give Babette an Egg.

        ❝  Oh,  where  did  you  find  it   ?   Isn't  that  a  normal  one   ?   One  for  eating,  I  mean- ❞    Trailing  off  as  soon  as  there  was  movement,  a  crack  in  the  shell,  faint  chirping  soon  audible.  Babette's  hands  start  shaking  nervously.

    ❝  C-Call  the  midwife.  I  think  I  am  going  to  be  a  mother,  Nini  .  .  . ❞

Mother hen score: 1

[romanticaisms]

@aetherose replied to your post “"I bet no Construct in Babylonia would understand...”:

Nanami vc Ooooh! That's the 'Loss' meme popular back then, right?

​Yulia nods solemnly and promptly, not batting a lash. To her, Nanami doesn't really count as a 'Babylonian' Construct anyway. More like a 'whatever and whoever and wherever' Construct, sort of.

"Yes, it is. Not many people recognize this though, at least where it concerns the people in Babylonia." A pause. "Just like the game."

[sleetkissed-a]

@aetherose sent

To say Nimue was shaken would perhaps be an understatement. No, horrified would possibly be a better word, as bile threatened to arise from her throat as she isolated herself from the rest of camp come nightfall under the excuse of just wanting some fresh air. However, in reality, her thoughts were racing about what happened with that squirrel she’d momentarily blanked and kicked without at all intending to, as if something had possessed her. Thankfully, it’d seemed no one had given her little… accident with the squirrel any further thought. Whether it was thanks to her quickly telling them to proceed or them merely not caring much for it, she did not care and was grateful they moved on so fast. She didn’t want to talk to them about this. About these… urges of hers. Urges that were quickly becoming apparent to sometimes manifest as compulsions, based on the events of today. And she was terrified. Terrified that she may lose control of herself again. What if it was for longer next time, what if she hurt one of her companions next time, what if, what if, what if- So many possibilities consumed her mind, although, from an outside view, she appeared still as a statue, eyes blankly staring out towards the nearby river as she sat on a log. She did not blink, she did not move an inch; she merely kept staring. It was frankly unsettling, but it also meant she wasn’t paying attention to the world around her… and therefore, not to her sister’s approach, either.

   𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 .   plotted interactions ────────────────────────

      Serenity embraced this night's stage.      Esteri was quick to notice someone missing from camp   —   companions who were not already resting occupied themselves with the last minor tasks before heading to their bedrolls. Her keen eyes, however, did not spot her dear sister amongst them.

The day's events have been entertaining for once. All this play, all this acting as heroes rubbed Esteri the wrong way, but dismissively agreeing most of the time (not always without arguments). The pale woman had little to say against their plan. After all, every one of their merry group somehow ended up with a visitor in their head, which she was dying to know how to get it out of there.

But oh, what an interesting show she witnessed earlier. That rodent being kicked against its own presumable tree, rich brown bark painted in glimmering, wet red. How intriguing. How fascinating. And all that caused by Nimue   —   That goody two shoes with an arsenal of decisions Esteri could at best scoff at. Maybe they were more alike than the bhaalspawn thought   ?

Silent steps led her towards the riverbank   —   her little search coming out as fruitful as she saw Nimue sitting there, in thought. A subtle smirk seemed to tug at Esteri's lips for a fleeting second when making her way to closing up on her, standing behind her sibling  &  sharing the wistful gaze towards the water.

      ❝ It appears I underestimated you. I was close to thinking you would pet that thing, instead of making it fly against the local flora. ❞     A sharp comment which was laced with amusement. A glance flicked down to the sitting figure before resuming the stare far away.

     ❝ That look in your eyes back there   —   glorious. Utterly fascinating. You must felt it too, am I mistaken  ?   That . . . satisfaction. That feeling of hunger, sated for the time being. ❞     Esteri was not familiar with these strong, carnage-infused emotions. Her brain had as many holes as a waterdavian cheese wheel. Yet, the sorceress was sure she picked up the right assumptions. Nimue must share these urges. These waves of bloodlust.

     ❝ Don't tell me you are brooding  &  mourning after that fuzzy thing. Killing these goblins didn't seem to bother you as much. Why sulk about it   ? ❞

[charlatanry]

❝  nimue. ❞  he  greets  her  warmly,  open  arms  and  a  charming  smile  —  the  sort  of  reception  that  might  lead  one  to  believe  they're  close  friends.  in  truth,  anyone  exposed  to  astarion's  particular  brand  of  navigating  social  situations  for  an  extended  length  of  time  should  easily  be  able  to  discern  his  true  intentions.  he  wants  something  —  the  only  true  question  is  what.  ❝  darling.  just  the  sorceress  i  was  hoping  to  see.  you  know,  i  have  been  enjoying  my  time  back  at  camp.  it's  so  easy  lounging  around  while  the  rest  of  you  do  the  heavy  lifting  —  and  the  ambiance  is ...  well. ❞   for  a  moment,  the  spawn's  mask  seems  to  crack  as  his  gaze  sweeps  around  their  campsite.  dirty?  insect-ridden?  he  isn't  so  prudish  that  he  can't  handle  a  bit  of  filth —  but  this  isn't  even  the  fun  kind.

giving  his  head  a  brisk  shake,  astarion  decides  not  to  finish  that  particular  train  of  thought.  ❝  it's  just ...  at  the  rate  things  are  going,  i  might  start  to  believe  that  you  don't  like  me. ❞   the  elf's  voice  dips  into  an  exaggerated  pout  —  too  exaggerated  to  take  seriously.  she's  going  to  hurt  his  feelings!  really!  what  a  travesty!  ❝  if  you  were  in  need  of  an  extra  dagger  the  next  time  you  decide  to  brave  the  trials  and  tribulations  beyond  our  little  sanctuary  here,  i  wouldn't  say  no. ❞   and  there  it  is.  his  true  motive,  revealed  —  and  what  a  mundane  thing  it  is.  boredom.

❝  assuming  we  aren't  going  somewhere  cramped  and  dreary  with  nothing  worth  killing,  of  course.  but  i  trust  you  to  have  better  taste  than  that. ❞

@aetherose &&. liked for a STARTER.

[dinomites]

@aetherose | catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other. (From Rodya to Gregor)

His face turned bright red when Rodya caught him by the waist.

"..." He wasn't sure what to say but this felt a bit... strange!

"Vermissen, you don't have to um... hold me there anymore?"

[thebreakfastmuses]

@aetherose

continued from here.

Shintaro drops some a stack of photos onto the table. Men in uniform, conversing with one another, piling onto a ship, flying off-planet...

"A contact on my home planet says some of the True Eyes are on my trail. Best to deal with them now before they drop in at an inconvenient time. I'd take care of 'em myself, but last thing I need is for their boss to know what I look like."