#alkhemias

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𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔰 — closed — @alkhemias​​ ; 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 — at the top of the hill, the celebration site ; 𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 — during the Festival of Light and Harvest .

          He was never been the one to drink much, but this night was one of the nights Caius allowed himself to drink a little bit more than usual. After all this night was a celebration of harvest and fertility, at this night everyone let go of the past and started a new year - hopefully a better one than the previous. There was a smile that never quite left his face, he gracefully danced through the crowd towards the food tables when someone appeared in front of him out of nowhere. He managed to avoid colliding them at the very last moment. “Oh!” he gasped and immediately a soft laugh rolled over his lips. “My apologies, my lady, I almost ran into you! Are you alright?” he asked worried and put his hand on the lady’s shoulder, who had hadn’t yet turned her head towards him.

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DANCE ( erszebet & caius )

DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. — @alkhemias

          He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, it was rude and not something a prince should do, but his ears caught the same soft voice he got to know a few days prior. It was the lady, who he walked in on and who offered him some tea. Caius stole a glance and it seemed they were so focused on arguing they didn’t notice his eyes on them. Even though they were speaking in hushed tones, he could hear them arguing. It didn’t seem like her husband appreciated her enough. Or appreciated her at all. Maybe it was just a bad day for him, but even then the things the man said should not be said to a lady. He watched him angrily storm off and leave her alone, and it hurt him to see her this way. And it all started just because she wanted to dance. He couldn’t leave it like this. “Excuse me, there’s something I need to do,” he said to his company and with a slight nod he walked away from them and over to Erszebet. “My lady,” he greeted her. “May I ask you to a dance?” Caius held out his hand. “And I am not taking ‘no’ for an answer,” he added with a small laugh.

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" aidan, bloody hell stop being a little bitch. you're giving me cavities --which is not pleasing even when you're a bloody spirit. " iliya from the heavens :3c

          Aidan was in a deep sleep, or so he thought. He was woken up by rambling that just didn’t stop. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and saw a familiar figure sitting in a chair by his bed. He wanted to ask why the hell would Iliya wake him up so rudely, not even questioning why was his dead friend in his room in the middle of the night giving him attitude and bitching about Aidan’s affections towards his wife. “To me it looks like you’re being a little bitch, since you’re the one who’s whining,” he said in a raspy voice and swung his legs over the edge of his bed as he sat up. “Don’t you have something better to do than watch me and Elise? Like... I don’t know, sitting on a cloud and and playing a harp? I really don’t know what you do there in heaven. Besides spying on the living,” he lifted his gaze to give him a judging look, but Iliya was gone. Like he had never been here. Confused Aidan rubbed his eyes again, but nothing - Iliya didn’t come back. Completely puzzled Aidan got back in the bed and under his covers. Did he dream it? Maybe... Hmm, it was probably just a dream and nothing else. Yes. Just a dream.

— @alkhemias