#bellsliturgy

[shininginyourlight]

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Kiryu had insisted it was fine. A little walk, some quiet. The noise didn't often send Nishiki into a stressed out mess, but Kiryu knew how to diffuse things when it did. Some quiet time would do Nishiki some good, and hopefully come back feeling better by the time dinner was ready.

Even still, Nishiki felt guilty for leaving Kiryu and Haruka to handle the younger eight kids. Walking away, he couldn't help but wonder if he should still stay close, in case they needed the extra help. But, he would end up forcing himself to walk further down the road.

Eventually, he'd set up spot for himself on the beach not too far from the orphanage, but far enough that he couldn't easily hear the kids from where he was.

Umbrella up, strong sun screen rubbed into his skin, and just taking in the ambient sounds of the beach, their neighborhood. Staring out into the sea, he was wondering if he was up for approaching it and getting a little wet. ...Nah. He really didn't want to bother with removing his prosthesis right now.

[prvtocol]

@bellsliturgy ( V. ) : 🚬 - v (still with arasaka) lighting bri's cigarette uwu | misc action memes ( accepting )

A daily routine. Fifteen minute breaks between meetings in the morning, afternoon, and evening faithfully inserted into a hectic schedule. Just enough time for a jaunt down the hall and a lift up to the atrium to change the scenery, inhale more filtered oxygen, and complete a round of neuromotor relaxation exercises. Supposed to relieve stress or so says her life coach. Thankfully she has access to pharmaceuticals that work a bit better. Many employees seek the same on this level, but usually for a smoke.

Elbows lean against the glass banister, cold hands folded out front, a blank gaze peering down at the floor far below; corpos scurrying onto their next task like ants. Mind is definitely not relaxing. An offer of a cigarette from behind first turns her chin before optics give a quick scan for recognition. Bold move for a mid-tier to try and schmooze with another dept’s director. Motive is as of yet unclear but certainly there is one. “Very kind of you, but I don’t smoke.” A polite smile. Posture straightening to pin straight as she properly faces him. “You work under Jenkins, is that correct?”

[soulgathered-archived]

if there is one thing hythlodaeus understands it is the painful absence of home and family - something that cannot ever be again and the gaping hole it leaves. he is not blind to the reaction solus had when they entered the reapers village. he had looked like he was searching for someone, a ghost long gone. 

with a sigh does he climb into bed, arms wrapped around solus and fingers looking for his to hold.

“...do you want us to go back? just the two of us, leaving some flowers”

// @bellsliturgy​ .

[salveticn-a]

@bellsliturgy​ asked : ♡ from apollo,,,,,,!

“ oh -- ?! ”   unexpected , out of the blue --- to be held so suddenly and oh so lovingly by a pair of familiar , caring arms made his heart flutter lightly within his chest , a certain warmth that elidibus could only describe as mundane lit up like a spark in his soul .   he turned his gaze , a softened smile curved his lips as he met apollo’s eyes ; he then shifted it to the arms wrapped around himself and convinced his slender arms to return the gesture , lithe hands clutching fondly , yet feebly , at the hems of the other’s robe .

the gesture itself caught him off-guard , yes , but it also came in a moment in which elidibus felt as though he NEEDED it , though unsure why . it felt good , it felt right .   his colorless soul pulsated weakly as a tranquil sensation rested in his heart . he exhaled peacefully and closed his eyes for just one second , stifling a soft squeal .

“ alright ! ”   he exclaimed suddenly , giving apollo a gentle --- yet firm ! --- squeeze before pulling himself away .   and   ( believe you me )   it wasn’t easy , for his heart wished to nestle itself in the embrace a little longer . who cared if it lasted an eternity and a day ? his subconscious did , apparently .   “ i will not ask what it was for , but ... ”   ah , he could hardly even process words , his cheeks had begun flushing a warmer hue .   “ eh ... hmm ... d-do you need anything in particular , apollo ? ”

[starsfreckled-archived]

“he’d walk in, slouching and all and then start lecturing us” amaya pauses before imitating a certain ascian’s walk and scowl and adding in a rather dramatic voice “‘oh woe me, I did not find out you people are gathering here so I had to teleport up the stairs! my poor, poor old body!’“ yes, that seemed quite accurate to their memories of emet-selch ( he did want them to remember, right? ) “so you see, this is why tataru and I are so concerned about your posture.”

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[shininginyourlight]

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The unpredictability of Johnny’s mood swings had been commonplace back in 2023. In V’s head, though, he’d been strangely calm since that first initial dose of blockers. Nothing had set him off into a rage like that first one, or anything even close to it. He’d been snarky, or even downright jovial. Bored, annoyed. He hadn’t had a reason to get pissy since they’d decided to work together on all of this.

Today, though, V woke up to Johnny fuming with rage. For now, it didn’t seem like it’d been for much of any reason whatsoever. They didn’t exactly purposefully go snooping through each other’s thoughts, after all. So for now, there he was. In the back of V’s head, a cloud of rage swirling around them like a rain cloud.

“This place is such a fucking shit hole,” Johnny would finally utter after an hour or so of silence. “With how much this place has changed, it’s fucking infuriating to see how much it really hasn’t.

[alvcrd]

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. " - from rei

@bellsliturgy from the old one liner starters omg sorry

" Obviously you aren't. You're bleeding. " He supposed the man would be happy letting himself bleed out. It's beyond his means to offer help to those who don't wish for it. " I can't perform miracles, so we'd better get you to a medic. "

[silencerusted]

"Alessa..."

What a way to make a horrible first impression. ...But to Claudia, Heather Mason will always be Alessa.

How could she forget the girl she held so dear to her heart? Sometimes, the memories of her are all that she has to keep her going. In that sense... it's horribly ironic, the fate that was written for them - the things Claudia did to hurt her can never be forgiven.

She seeks not forgiveness. But that doesn't mean she doesn't want it. ...However, servants of God must make sacrifices, and people do not always get what they want.

"I see you've made a new start for yourself." Distantly, Claudia realizes what a huge mistake she's made, just uttering that name. Perhaps Alessa may not even have recognized her otherwise, in this new, younger body - and perhaps now she's sealed her own fate, and Alessa will take her life where she stands. Who can say?

"...As have I. Although I doubt you were ever expecting to see me again."

@bellsliturgy ( starter for heather! )