#amorinie

[isolaradiale]

decided to drop cherie (this blog), my original character for now, until i get a little more free time again! they were housed in townhouse 218

They will be dropped!

– andromeda ☆

[eusyram]

✧

Send me a ✧ and my muse will tell yours the first thing they notice when they look at them

She squints her eyes suspiciously. "Are you...."

"My love rival?!"

"N-not that I think you're a threat ot anything, but there's only room for so many pretty-in-pink pretties in one city! And hmph, just because you have heart eyes doesn't mean I can't do them too! That's what cosmetic contacts are for, nyahhhhh!!"

[kleinstar]

💭 + love

Send 💭 + a topic and my muse will tell you what they think about it. (ACCEPTING)

" Keeps the world turning baby!!! "

[guidingstarmira]

🌼

Send a flower to hear🌼… a story about the past.

"This feels like something you would be the most curious about. My first soul I ever guided. When I first came to being, or 'waking' as one may say, for a short while I drifted around, trying to find what was tugging at me, pulling me towards it before I spotted it. It wasn't around any of the planets like I have become accustomed to, it was deep in space without anything around it."

"I have come to understand more of it's memories now, since being able to interact with souls, but there are still things I am unsure of, what exactly it has gone through. I believe it was a warrior of some sort, who died protecting it's people from some type of threat and was lost to space in the end."

"...Now and then, I do come across a soul I've guided before, but in all of my time, I've never come across this one in particular again. I can only hope it is doing well on the planet I guided it to if it is still there. It was a very green planet I took it too, and I believe it to be lush in vegetation for such a thing, so I believe I helped the warrior find an area for them to rest and take care of themselves, after taking care of so many others."

[kleinstar]

✧

Send me a ✧ and my muse will tell yours the first thing they notice when they look at them (ACCEPTING)

" Are those hearts in their eyes ...? Sorry I'm a taken man--"

" ....anyway just wanted to say that for the sake of saying it. They're probably just their normal eyes right...? I mean wouldn't be surprised anyway. Pretty cool though. "

[deathreversed]

💐- to gift a bouquet of flowers .

Nier can't help but blush a little as the bouquet is held out to her. It's been a while since she's been given such a gift, because while the Captain has occasionally given things to her, they're generally more practical. Perhaps if Nier were more forward, they'd show a more romantic side, but- Well, there's no point in dwelling on such things right now.

"Oh, um... Th-thank you Cherie," she says, her ears flicking in pleasant surprise. "It's very nice of you, but... why?"

They smile in return, a hand held over their heart. "Do you need a reason to be kind? I just thought you might like them, Nier."

"I see... Well, I do... So thank you."

Taking a deep breath, the floral aroma fills Nier's senses, and she gives a small smile. "They're very beautiful... I've grown some flowers myself, but nothing quite like these. I'm still rather new to it, so I wanted to just start small..."

"Flowers are lovely, I think there's not many things that bring happiness to people quite like they do. They brighten their space, they smell nice, they make a wonderful hobby..." says Cherie, rocking on their heels as their eyes train on Nier's reactions. The girl finds herself blushing under their scrutiny, but it doesn't feel malicious. Perhaps they're simply curious?

"I agree. I have a... a crewmate who uses them to make perfumes, but I don't know much about that myself..." says Nier, mind drifting to thoughts of home. She thinks of her fellow evoker Fraux, kept at arm's length despite their common ground aboard the Grandcypher.

"Do you know about the language of flowers?"

"I've heard of it... That's the idea that different flowers have different meanings when given, right?"

Cherie nods, stepping closer. "That's right. It adds an extra layer to giving a bouquet, because then you can make your intentions known. Iris for hope and wisdom, ivy leaves for friendship, peony for wishes for a happy life..."

"And these yellow ones?"

"Honestly, I just thought they looked nice. Something to tie it all together."

It does look nice, thinks Nier. She inhales the scent again, still smiling. "Well, it's very kind of you. Thank you, Cherie."

But her thoughts drift again, back to the Captain. Even if they might not think of such a gift, there's no reason Nier can't do it instead, is there? She leans in a little, voice dropping as if someone else might be listening in. "Um, Cherie... If you know about this kind of thing, do you think you could teach me? There's... Um, there's someone I'd like to... tell some things to, but..."

Cherie's eyes seem to brighten, and they nod. "But it can be hard with words, right? Of course I'd be happy to help."

Yet another flush creeps up Nier's cheeks, and she looks down to the flowers to hide the crimson. The warmth of her face mixes with the flower petals, red, purple, and yellow.

[yajmae]

MISC ACTION MEMES   ✟   ACCEPTING.

@amorinie sent--- ↳ 🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head .

THEY ARE EVERYTHING humankind envisions an angel to be; a kindness in every touch, every expression, every word. they are the mercy and the empathy demanded of higher powers--- but not what they deserve. it confuses him, he who cannot love, nor permit fault, whether his own, or another's. he was supposed to remove any emotion from the equation, and himself from the situation, from the danger of feeling.

---but it only taught him how to hate.

azrael has only ever anticipated pain from touch, or at minimum a threat. so when he flinches from their reach, it's not fear reflecting in that piercing, mismatched stare… but flashes of a need to kill--- to kill them before they kill him. to feel something placed upon his head, however, somehow concerns him more than a wound instead. he would rather bleed than be confronted by this troubling thing… this odd display of sentiment.

… though perhaps he shouldn't be surprised, given their affiliation.

his expression seems to settle after a moment, though his eyes linger on cherie, shades of skepticism wrinkling his brow. the archangel reaches to drag whatever it is off his head, come to find a crown of flowers in his grasp, which he then loosens promptly. examining it, the way it's so carefully woven together, the different colors and shapes, his expression levels out… and he offers it back to them.

❝ ... flowers have never suited me. your work is wasted here. ❞ and on me.

[witchoftrinity]

✧

send a ✧ and my muse will tell yours the first thing they notice when they look at them

"Can't say I've ever met someone related to Cupid before. Nor have I ever been confused for one either. But they seem like that real "reliable big sibling" type that everyone raves about. I hope the two of us can get along here, even if they really like to beat themself up over that minor miscommunication."