#blessingcalled

[deaegratia]

@blessingcalled:

With kind words offered to her, she found herself quickly reassured. The flower that was now in her hair felt natural, so she carefully moved it into place. It felt light, but hardly bothered her.

“Do you want one too? Which color do you like most?”

It was good to see Ryne smiling more often. When they had met, the girl seemed perpetually gloomy - not that Nenela didn’t understand. She likely would have been the same had she been in the Oracle’s shoes. 

“It’s fine, really! You shouldn’t have to go through the effort of finding one on my behalf. Besides,” she continued with a light laugh, “I’m not sure if folks would take a warrior seriously if they were covered in flowers.” 

[noxwarrior]

@blessingcalled liked for a one liner / small starter.

        ❝I  KNOW  YOUR  EYES.❞  Expressionless  azure  radiant  in  the  goddess’  grace  ---  a  sliver  of  power  bequeathed  from  the  chosen  to  the  child  to  burden  them  for  the  short  time  they  were  doomed  to  this  fragmented  star.  She  lingered  clandestine  beneath  Eulmore’s  gilded  halls  (  a  golden  cage  for  a  golden  girl  ),  the  sanctimonious  lamb  unburdened  by  duty  for  this  lifetime.  He  wished  he  could  believe  inaction  was  born  from  a  desire  to  see  her  grow  rather  than  those  eyes  to  dim  and  die,  but  cynicism  was  a  cruel  jester  that  laughed  in  the  face  of  blind  optimism.  Whether  she  lived  was  irrelevant  ---  they'd  fallen  to  complacency  in  the  holy  aura  of  a  corrupt  king.  ❝I missed your last incarnation, Minfilia.❞

[stygiae]

@blessingcalled​ uttered: “…To have lived an empty life like there was no point in being born…That is what I fear most…”

Odin Sphere Reactions || Not Accepting

[ T’WAS. ]  ‘pon the girl’s words that brows twitched & furrowed.  While he held not kindness for the wretched mockeries that were these broken shards & halfmen, a child was a child.  Words feel from his lips like a harsh lashing & supposed he did that Thancred’s own outbursts led into this.  Though such was a very REAL fear to hold.  To come ‘pon the revelation that one’s existence served no purpose, that the was no point to their actions.  Such a fear RESONATED with the other.  Grim thoughts & revelations brought him no mirth.  No feigned smile, no mockery.  Only but a wolfish gaze of pale golds that sought to bore through the girl’s very soul, or what semblance she’d dare call one.  Perhaps, o’ perhaps such was why he delve so deep into the breast of his belov’d Zodiark.  Why his proverbial blade e’er remained poised at his god’s enemies.  It gave the Architect purpose in world bereft of his people.

[ LIPS. ]  part with a sigh as still he stared at the would be Oracle.  She’d not be any better or wiser in silence.  Even then the Paragon so loathed these QUIET moments.  The tension gnawed at the a part of him the Ascian wished he left buried with mem’ry of ash.      “O’ what am I to do with you, girl?”  Hand rose to meet his forehead as head did shake with a feigned dismay.  A flair of theatrics that ought tear through such melancholic thoughts.  For her or his own sake, the other did not know.       “You just don’t get it.  Tottering about like some puppet on frayed      & broken strings.  Pitiful, you truly are.  You are supposed to be      the ‘Oracle of Light’ are you not?  Or?”  Only then did a semblance of a grin spill forth.  Tone upturned as if he held answer far beyond this Minfilia’s ken.  A hum to mark such.  He did so love toying with this party.      “Or perhaps you aren’t so sure.  I’d think with Thancred’s urging      you’d surely know by now.  That is to say if you don’t yearn for something      . . . GREATER.  To make more of yourself that what due fate has handed you.       Or shall I say, your blighted Mother Crystal.  Then I ask.       What do YOU want?”  He’d stoke the smallest EMBER of rebellion.  Watch as the others squirmed to reign the child back in.  Just a hint of mischief.  Though if it were to spiral from there Emet-Selch would be far from opposed.

[lightsdivinity-blog]

mom friend-like?

Send me assumptions about my muse! // ACCEPTING.

C o r  r e c t.

[crystariis]

9. Favorite trial?

LEVEL 79 TRIAL BABY

[soukis]

❝ no one really needs me .❞

「☾」( @blessingcalled )

                       She had been humming softly, a LULLABY from a world that wouldn’t come to be until long after this one. One that had not been written quite yet, but still, it seemed to bring her COMFORT NOW now than it had when she was but a kitten on her mother’s lap. Slender, scarred fingers work their way through the young girl’s hair with ease and she is careful not to pull or yank at the knots that had woven their way into the strands. 

                                                   ❝ no one really needs me .❞                    

                   She hears the child speak and the MELODY STOPS as the new lyrics rise into the mystel’s ears. Cracked lips frown for no longer than a few seconds and her hands stop in their tracks momentarily. Suddenly she is no longer here, she finds herself a million miles away in the grove of her CHILDHOOD home, the same words spilling like poison. Self-hatred of a girl misunderstood dripped LIKE VENOM on the young one’s lips.                     

                   Oh how Kolete wished she could go back to that time and tell herself just how wrong she was. Just as Minfilia was wrong now.                  

                   A smile etches over cobwebbed summer lips and the woman shifts enough to lean forward, arms coiling around the girl from behind with no hesitation. Kolete draws her into her chest and hugs her tight, summoning every ounce of love and protection she had come to feel for this girl these past few months. Every bit of love she wishes she had given herself back then.                

                   ❝ Oh come on! Who else would give me company with Mr. Cranky Coeurl doesn’t want to play? ❞ Who else would provide her with even a little purpose in a home that is not her own? Who else would give her a reason to keep opening her eyes each and every godforsaken morning?                    ❝ Come, now. Best make camp and get some rest. ❞

[begotten-soul]

blessingcalled started following you

    “I know you.” Came the quiet murmuring echo behind here. Sudden and abrupt, for nobody else had drifted besides her till now as she and her companions scattered about the ancient facade of his city where only ghost now dwelled. 

He had appeared without any warning, a cloaked figure with an expressionless blank face, just like the rest, yet his voice was calm, gentle and somewhat more knowing than the other chattering shades that strode about. He stayed perched on the bench behind her, head cocked curiously to one side. 

“That light, that color. Tis something I couldn’t miss even if I tried...you are a child of light.” The stranger elder muse softly, his demeanor friendly. 

“Fret naught dear one. I mean you no harm. Tis only a shade of course. But I couldn’t help the urge to draw closer...yes, yes. I’ve seen your light before.”