#ask-aria

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I really like Zackary and Aria, separate and together. They're very cute, and I'm excited to see where their relationship goes. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Art Credit. @askthebluebeast @ask-aria

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"You strike me as someone I might find intriguing." Dark murmured and grinned, sliding his hands down his form and tucking them smoothly behind his back. The movement showed his his chest and slightly stretched the three piece alabaster satin suit he had decided to dawn himself in. Intense, hungered eyes examined the feminine creature with little shame on how he stared. Predatory. He tilted his head subtly to one side. "Tell me. Where do you come from?"

Aria bowed her head in greeting, modestly giving the figment the respect he seemed to command. Her eyes glistened as he spoke, his deep, seemingly venom laced voice barely even shaking her. In fact, it seemed to draw her interest even more, telling her as loud as any shout would that this man would definitely be of interest to her. Though, in what way, she could not yet deduce. She had a feeling, but that was to be explored later. For right now, she must focus on him, and gladly so.“Forgive me for being late, sir. It shall not happen again.”She said softly, her voice almost sounding indifferent save the hungry curiosity that hid within. After a moment, she lifted her head back up, casting her gaze to the beautiful suit he wore. It shined in the light, the fabric looking slick and soft, much like silk, which usually symbolized a life of luxury. She couldn’t help but be all the more interested buy it as her lips drew into a small smirk. Of course, she had heard stories of the infamous Dark, for that was whom she could only assume it was due to the almost three-dimensional coloring of the red and blue shadows behind him. However, the chance to speak to him privately in this manner was as exciting as it almost was empowering. She was gladly going to take the offer.“It is most humbling that you find someone such as myself intriguing, though I have to admit I cannot fathom how you do. Still.. It is an honor all the same.”Daring to look up further, she met his eyes. It was against her normal instincts of respect, but the intensity that had been crawling through her skin had been too much to ignore. The way he stood and watched gave off an impression of a hunter keeping close watch over his pray. She couldn’t say she was particularly fond of it, nevertheless, it did nothing to dissuade her from her proud stance. If he was going to try to intimidate her, then that was fine. She respected him, yes, but respect did not equate fear. Addressing his question, she spoke softly in return.“As for where I come from, I am afraid it is more boring than you might believe. I grew up in a village in Missouri, along with other Air Elementals and their mothers. We were not allowed to travel outside the village, and no being was allowed entrance, causing us to only know the world through the books that our Elders allowed us to read. I do hope that answered your question.”She paused after the sentence ended, looking away as if to ask herself if asking such a forward question would be bold… or stupid. At this point, her features had certainly given away her curiosity towards him, so she supposed it wouldn’t be too surprising. Still, she was well aware that an out of place question would most likely get her killed. The two forces battled fiercely within her until, finally, her sense one out. She bowed her head once again, quietly murmuring.”If there is anything else you wish to know, you need only ask, Sir.”

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What's your favourite torture device? I need new ideas.

“Torture device, you say?”Aria’s eyes gleamed with something dangerous as, suddenly, her whole demeanor changed. The air around her became tense, as if the slightest movement could have very extreme consequences. It was so quiet that you could hear every breath you took, as if it were as audible as anything else. A sickening, twisted smile stretched across her face as, device by device, everything ran through her head. She switched positions, her eyes pinned to Ember, looking as if they could stab her at any instant. When she finally decided upon two that were deemed her favorite, her voice sounded with strange calm, just barely hinting with undertones of insanity.“I could not possibly chose just one…”Silence follows that statement, letting the tense air build thickly around them before cutting it clearly with her voice once more.“The first one is fairly simple. Named as the “Heretic’s Fork”, it was used primarily during the inquisitions. It’s victims were tortured not for the pain they endured, but rather for the endurance this device demanded when used. The device was made of a metal rod, furnished on both ends with a set of prongs. The rod was fastened to the victims neck by a leather strap, with the top fork placed under the chin, and the other end digging into the bone of the sternum, keeping the neck stretched at all times. This made the wearer unable to move their head in any way, considering, if they even attempted to move their head down, they would be impaled immediately. Wearers of this interesting device usually died of sleep deprivation or fatigue rather than blood loss due to this fact, making this one of the best instruments for long term torturing~”She chuckles softly, picturing said object in her minds eye, before continuing on to the second.“Now, the second one is a bit more intricate, yet probably much more familiar. Named “The Rack”, this particular device were also used to garner confessions and gather information.It’s victim’s limbs were chained to the top and bottom of the device in which rollers were located. Then, as the victim failed to answer, the rollers would be slowly rolled apart, pulling at the victim’s limbs with no remorse until either the victim spoke of everything, or their arms and legs were eventually pulled from their sockets. Through time, there have even been variations of The Rack as a way to garner more pain, such as adding nails to protrude from the wooden back, so as the victim’s body was stretched, the wounds would pull on his skin and muscles for additional brutality.”Aria is grinning widely at this point, the dangerous gleam that had taken her eyes at the start having grown into full malice as her gaze continue’s to pierce Ember’s. More machines than the ones she had mentioned roll around in her head, just begging for her to use them and test them out. Her voice drops lower, more serious as it sounds in the deathly quiet room.“I hope that answered your question, dearie~”

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A fact would be great, Darling~

Aria’s gaze grew distant, her light green/blue eyes staring without seeing as her mind began mulling over ideas in her head. This topic, indeed, was one she must tread lightly on. For, there was much to tell, but definitely some topics better left unspoken. After all, she was no fool, and knew better than to speak of matters that were too personal. Finally, one came to the tip of her tongue.“Fear.”The Elemental spoke calmly, looking at the asker, her dear friend Ember, with a mix of both worry and disapproval. She very much worried about her Mun, in most areas of her life. However, this area in particular was most alarming.“My Mun is afraid of most things, whether her fear be caused by her imagination, paranoia, or an actual threat. Things like monsters that may come alive from games or legends. It affects her to the point of keeping her from what she is interested in most, sometimes. It makes her unable to enjoy the night, too worried about what might lay in the darkness around her rather than letting her simply enjoy the beautiful moon glowing above. Even in romantic situations, it plagues her mind, making her doubt everything she says or does.”Aria sighs softly, looking away as she ceases speaking, her voice quieting as she allows herself to say one final thing on the matter.“How I wish she would just turn it off, already. It causes her far too much misery.”