#arkdiia

[somnim-archived]

"suzuka... do you even know half of the slang you're using?"

@arkdiia

“Of course I do! D’ya really think of me as someone who keeps referencin’ somethin’ without understandin’ what it means? That’s so mean, Master!”

[gallowking]

"i'm terrible at making tea, but you looked like you needed it."

He stares at his Master, watching him with a knowing frown on his face. Oh, GOD no. No, no. That’s not how you make tea, Master. He takes it anyway, however, and the executioner takes a hesitant sip from the porcelain cup.

“Remind me to drag you into the kitchen on our free time, Master. I think I can help you improve, but I am grateful that you have thought of me.”

The tea tastes horribly bitter. Gross, but it is what it is.

[lacobscur]

@arkdiia​ сказал(а):"what was england like, in your eyes?"

He doesn’t answer quickly, just stares contemplatively at the mage for a good few moments. Getting the words in order, when the words at all are rather slow to come up. That’s right, Beren’s one of the English. “It was... my home.” More or less. The island and the land over the channel.  That’s still not an answer, though.

“I don’t know how else to describe it.” He closes his eyes. What comes up first is his old castle, the joyeuse garde. Named for a garden. The time there, the time spent (far too much of it, really) lost about the greens. On purpose and otherwise. “I was closest to the wooded parts. It’s a garden, the old style where that meant untamed instead of manicured. A place for adventure.”

That’s it, right? For all the knights, it was still this, the announcements that it was time for someone-or-other of them to seek adventure and strange happenings, as they all abounded in England.

“When I was a kid, I stayed in Nimue’s lake until I was old enough to get knighted. I assumed the world for humans was just the same as in stories I was told by the fair folk. I know it’s not, but... that probably coloured how I saw it, even now.”

[ryogai]

@arkdiia​ said : "how... long have you been watching me?" he's not doing anything sketchy, rather, he's focused on magical work. infusing flowers with magic... how odd.

It seemed like Nix had been caught, not that she was exactly hiding to begin with. She happened by and saw that Beren had flowers with him, which caught her interest. before the silverette knew it, she had become intrigued by what he was doing. “I-I’m sorry! I don’t think I was standing here for long.. As embarrassing as it is to say, I’m very fond of flowers. So I was naturally curious when I saw you had some in hand. I’m still learning Magecraft and so when I saw you doing something with the flowers, it just made me more curious! I can leave if you want though, I didn’t mean to intrude..”

[rcmnvncrs]

@arkdiia​

“Step away,” the maiden adds a note of a threat in her voice, glaring at the young man in front of her. He’s her new master, but she’s lingering in her past. Why does he want to speak with her? She’s here only to fight. There is no need for her to speak to him or any other. She has Viy and that’s enough. She has memories of her past as well, her sisters and her younger brother. She has her father and mother. She remembers everything that she wants to forget. The pain, the suffering, the hatred. She remembers seeing knights and soldiers, they made her freeze the ground before she excused herself. “Why must you continuously attempt to speak to me, Master?”