#chrysalidembers

[trailblczed]

he does not say anything- but he does not like this. we left penacony already. cease and desist thank you. have a nice day.

[trailblczed]

🏠 - home headcanon

themed headcanon prompts | accepting.

There is no specific place that Caelus truly thinks of as "home"- from what he understands one should be based off books he's read. While the Astral Express has welcomed him in with open arms and he thinks of them as family and those closest to his heart, he doesn't think of the train itself as a "house" or home. The Astral Express members are his home.

And while he was found on Herta's Space Station, there is a special place in his heart for Jarilo VI- Belobog and the Underworld. It was the first place he went to after joining the Astral Express team, was the first mission he went on, and the large number of people he met that he has kept close relations with make it so important to him. He helped these people turn their own homes into proper and safe living conditions. The bonds he made with the citizens while rebuilding the museum of history, the sweat he put in himself to get it back on the ground, is such a proud achievement to him. Plus the emotional bond he created with Bronya, Seele, Natasha, Serval, Gepard, Hook, Clara, and even Sampo will always shine bright.

Bronya and Seele coming to his aid without hesitation in the final confrontation of Cocolia and the synergy they displayed, along with March and Dan Heng, always stays in his mind because it fascinates him how quickly they all grew together and how well they fit as a large group attempting to accomplish the same goal.

Sampo coming to save the trio from being caught by the Silvermane Guards, though executed poorly by accident (so Sampo says and Caelus has no reason to believe the man to have lied about such a silly detail as "not the right ratio of components for the smoke bomb") and taking them immediately to see an Underworld Doctor, Natasha. And Natasha takes care of the newly outlawed trio with no questions asked, such a kind heart never to be forgotten.

Then not only does Sampo save his life once, but twice when accidentally getting too into playing hide and seek with the Moles that Caelus ends up unconscious and is taken by Sampo to see Natasha again. In which Natasha states "when Sampo brought you to the clinic, you were already on death's door." While at times thinking Sampo to be a tad sketchy or "yucky" in how he does some of his different business endeavors-- Sampo has saved him on multiple occasions. So no matter what, he will never think Sampo as someone who is evil or truly bad.

If there was a place Caelus would consider calling a home, it would be Jarilo VI. But the Express Members are his family.

[aevitium]

✧ ˖  @chrysalidembers asked:

“ Miss Elysia! ” Is the near chirp for her attention, the fledgling she knows as Firefly seated a few paces away with crutches leant orderly beside her. Fingers flutter in a wave, a little beckon for her company. “ It's a pleasure to see you again. I hadn't expected to find you here. ” Elysia has always been beautiful, Firefly is yet to discern a side to her that is anything but. Each petal that unfurls as pretty as the last. An unshakeable truth it proves itself to be now, with Elysia fitted in fuchsia and crowned in blossoms. Charmed she is, by the visage of a lovely girl. Envy is an emotion too acrid to go alongside admiration that is stoked in her chest, but there is something slightly just shy of self-conscious beating it's wings as she thinks of what Elysia sees in turn. It is not that she thinks herself ugly or underdressed, it is simply the qipao she donned was one with a fur lined collar and fabric snug against her skin, cosy if she were to pick one word. Whilst not scarce of detail, she would not quite consider it ornate. Simple, as that was the extent of her desire, to be something simple and a figure so normal she is forgettable to a passer-by's memory. “ You look beautiful. ” An easy compliment to give as it is an honest one as lips soften to a smile. Fingers twiddle with the unlit incense stick, pad of her thumb feeling out the groves. “ From where I come from...we did not partake in traditions like this. Honouring the deceased. ” Not for their weapons, she means but she does not say, not for their children born to die. “ There was a...girl I knew once. ” AR-214. “ I think you'd have gotten along well. She was a little shorter than I am...but otherwise we looked close enough to be twins. ” Clones. “ Always wore her hair in twin tails...just a bit below her shoulders. Her favourite colour was red, I think, the pins, hair ties and glasses she wore were the same shade. ” For all the choice she was denied in life, Firefly would not let her individuality to be lost to death. “ You remind me of her. Both of you are...easy to talk to. It always felt like she was...in love with life. Or she was skilled at finding the love in life. Can you...recall that ribbon I wore when we were in Penacony? When I first tried it on she was there with this...recording device and captured the entire thing. I was flustered at the time but...now I think I understand why she did that a little more. ” Eyes had been kept the sky, to the endless expanse above that her mind can so easily fill with severed silver, now flick back to rest on ego. “ I want to light this one for her. If it wouldn't be any hassle...would you mind joining me as I do? ” / BURNING INCENSE

"Oh, hello there~"

There is something to the shift in Elysia's expression-- how her smile does not change or widen, but rather how her eyes soften and her chin inclines just so-- that says she is happy to see the girl again. She waits not for an invitation before sweeping to perch beside her, silver bells like distant laughter in her throat.

"You should see a mirror," she replies in turn, honey-sweet, as natural as beads of dew on watercolor petals. And she's right, simplicity suits the gentle likes of the other, leaves room for the warmth in her eyes to shine through. Eyes flit to where lithe fingers worry the stick of incense between them, then back to Firefly's sweet face with only the barest flicker of how deeply she understands.

"I'm sure it would mean a lot to her, being remembered as she is by you."

Gently, Ego reaches for a stick of her own.

"And I'm sure she was as lovely as you are, if your words are any indication. It's no hassle at all."

Her opposite hand moves for a match, strikes it, and extends the flame for Firefly to light her own upon. Only once she has, once fire has become curling, silver smoke, does she bring it to light her own.

"Mourning is important, remembering is important. It's only because we remember that we can go forward, after all. And everyone deserves someone to remember them like you remember her."

The match's light dies and Elysia hums, holding the incense up towards the sky. Eyes follow where it wanders, where smoke trails and dances until it peters-out into nothing.

"The people we remember, they're why we should have hope. They would want us to, after all."

When she looks again to Firefly, she is still smiling.

"Thank you for telling me about her, now I can remember her too!"

[fermatafour]

🎄 [ miss bug hovers ] [ she wants a kiss]

The battlefield had gone quiet, the hum of distant machinery and the crackle of a burning landscape the only sounds breaking the stillness. Kafka stood in the aftermath, brushing a streak of soot from her sleeve, frowning as it stained. She'd liked this coat.

SAM's hulking form hovered into view, his mechanical hum steady, the bright lens of his visor fixed on her. Kafka tilted her head, her lips curving into a knowing smirk as she spotted the faint shimmer of mistletoe above them. She stepped closer languidly, her gloved hand resting briefly on the edge of his frame.

"Hmm? You want a kiss?" she murmured, her tone rich with amusement.

Without waiting for a response, Kafka leaned in and pressed a kiss right to the center of SAM's helmet, leaving the faintest smudge of her lip gloss on the visor, and her smirk deepened as she stepped back and dusted off her hands.

The hum shifted, Firefly emerging as the transformation released. Kafka's gaze softened slightly and she stepped forward, brushing a strand of hair from Firefly's face. She leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the girl's cheek.

"Well, that should cover all the formalities," Kafka said, almost a purr. She straightened, her eyes glinting with amusement as she gestured towards the road. "Let's head back home, shall we?"

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Like a fyrefly to a flame, hunter seeks stellaron except when he is found there is no detainment laying in wait behind a barbed trap, only a friend who wishes to smooth the crease between his brows.

“ Caelus! ” There are few she raises her voice for, even fewer who she risks garnering throwaway glances from faceless crowds, but he is one of them. On this planet dethatched from the greater cosmos yet possessing strange forces able to lure in so many from distant lands, she stops before him with ash smudged on her cheek and concern stoking the flicker of her eyes over the whole of him. Molten Knight could hardly amuse the notion their group had been the only ones put under the thumb of a director all too keen to preen about their structured sacrifices.

Firefly knew she would be bothered till she saw him well with her own eyes; she did not think Silver Wolf would be particularly pleased if she bothered her with making another check-in.

“ Your experience...wasn't too similar to Penacony, I hope. ” She's tripping on her words, on the careful balance of asking after him and keeping her own haunts from bleeding onto his own. “ What I mean is, I wanted to check in with you before we part ways. Face to face. ”

Caelus has seen water before- obviously- but something about this fountain he came across in his slow walk through the nation of Fontaine is.... different. Maybe it's just the timing of finding it, or how the entire area seems so.. calm, pleasant. There wasn't a ton of foot traffic, but it was lively enough to feel comforting. The Nameless stood to the side of the walkway, simply staring at the water flowing through the architecture for who knows how long until his legs started shaking, telling him it was long enough, and that if he wants to continue to gaze at the fountain he should sit down somewhere. There is a bench in the area he spots, far enough away from everything that he won't be too close to people, but close enough that he can still watch the people come and go, as well as see the water.

It's a struggle of a walk, feet partially dragging as he forces his legs to go forward, but he gets there eventually, practically crashing into the bench as he takes his seat and lets out a deep exhale as his head tilts back. A brief glance at the sky ( how pretty a blue it was, only a few clouds scattered here and there ), and the boy tilts his head back down, reorienting his attention to his original point of interest- the fountain. Why it's so captivating is beyond him, but who is he to question anything when he doesn't know the answer to anything. All the silver cares about is that it's keeping his focus, lifting the anguish from his heart ( despite it being a minimal amount- better than nothing ), and let his mind wander into areas that keep the events of the last several hours at bay.

It's almost peaceful, in a way- to just let himself exist in the moment, listening to nothing but the sound of rushing water, the chatter of folks, the wind brushing by his ear. It's nice.. but nice things never last long ( something he is learning the hard way over and over and over and over and ov- ). Despite allowing his brain to talk a walk to peaceful tunes, the song ends as a sound stand out in the crowd- a metallic clanking at a steady and gentle pace. Eyes are pulled away from the only source of peace he's had to the origin of the agitating sound, discovering it to belong to some sort of patrolling peacekeeper.. a robotic peacekeeper. Though clearly not the same guards as what Caelus and his crew had dealt with in their "film"... the sound is almost identical ( which makes sense- same material [or close enough] ). Each clang of each step the peacekeeper took, the tighter the lad's chest felt. Each step the harder it felt to breathe. Each step bringing images of a lass of indigo hair, of a man with white locks, slowly painted over with a shiny grey figures- of a terrified hand reaching for the two- of a worm's eye view of a lass being dragged away-------- GO AWAY. ENOUGH. Just look back at the water, Caelus. It's fine. They're fine, you're fine. Stop!

A familiar voice calling his name jolts him to the surface, not even bothering to turn to the person before they move in front of him anyway- if he felt it hard to breathe now, surely the stopping of his heart doesn't help upon seeing a dark spot of ash stuck to his friend's face-- No. No no no no nononononononon- The panic is likely present in his eyes, but he does his best to shove it down, to not look like the broken disaster he feels like remain calm. A hand reaches out, grasping Firefly's wrist in a tighter than what one would deem normal hold. She is real, right? He isn't in a dream? She's not in danger- she doesn't seem to be, she's relaxed if not a tad nervous(? why nervous?) as she stumbles out words. Caelus' other hand reaches up to hover over the ash on her cheek, scared that if he touches it he'll hurt her. Just because he's broken doesn't mean he should break others.

The Nameless vaguely hears a question ( one in which he'd say "it was quite the same [smile]" ), but it's hard to hear over his heart beating out of his ears. He'd ask for her to repeat the question if he wasn't so overwhelmed with concern for her. His own well being comes after all others. His voice is raspy, barely above a whisper, words croaked out as if he had never spoken a word in years.

❛ Wh..what happened..? ❜

[trailblczed]

LOUD CONCERNED NOISES.

[phantomiaou]

i cradle my lovely he/him lesbian cat construct in my arms as i lovingly give bogglecat box the most tender of boops

meowwwwwwww she boopp me (broing boingobioing.boing(

[trailblczed]

About Firefly : Sleepy / Dormancy

Let's here your thoughts, Caelus! || Accepting.

❛ I will never forget the image of Firefly turning into that blue goo.. the cold feeling of it soaking into my jacket.. ❜

A deep, shaky breath, eyes downcast as arms come to embrace himself.

❛ The way I felt her solid body just burst into liquid.. The way she looked at me before apologizing as she was the one in danger.. even if it was just a dream, it was too real... Why would she say "Sorry" to me..? There was nothing to apologize for.. I don't-- ❜

Eyes are glossed over with the treat of tears being very real, his throat feels so tight and it hurts so much to even breathe-- No. It's fine. It's after the fact, and Firefly is very much alive and okay. It's fine.

It takes him a minute to have any sort of stability and for his voice to not crack at every attempt to speak. Bright golds dim to an amber, light almost non-existent in them.

❛ I will never fully understand the whole... "Elios and his Script".. or whatever the hunters are about.. But, after having just come from the Luofu.. where I also had to watch a friend I had just met and gotten close to.. die.. right in front of my eyes.. Seeing Dormancy just puncture it's tail right through her, and having front row seats to it.. It's too much.. I don't remember much of what happened after that. Black Swan and Acheron told me a bit much later when we weren't in the Dreamscape anymore, but it's still so hazy to me. Though, that might be due to me not handling the Memoria very well..

...I wonder if she knows that I text her so often is because I'm terrified she's going to randomly vanish or die.. again.. I wouldn't be able to handle it- not again. ❜

There is no fighting back the tears this time, there is no hiding the scratch at his throat, there is no hiding the shaking of shoulders-

❛ Never again. ❜