#crowsiview

[kirakiras]

@crowsiview said:

i also think he'd remove the cookies with his bare hands

[ardenssolis]

@crowsiview said (inbox):

' ... spider. ' one might assume that the stone deity would have something more interesting to say, yet this is all that leaves his lips. spider. a stunning black and yellow one in fact, enormously the size of either of their hands, or even ozymandias's face... which seemed to be just about to crash into the occupied web.

     WHEN THE OTHER HAD said ‘spider’, he had assumed something…well…small. What he hadn’t expected however, was an arachnid the size of his hand. What kind of creatures even lived here? He had no fear of such things, of course, but even so…it was a bit…alarming that this constituted as normal to this deity. Then again, they were so deadpan that it was hard to tell what they were thinking to begin with. Ozymandias found himself eyeing the other a bit before glancing back at the spider. ❝Perhaps we should…leave from this general location.❞ Far away from the spider that may or may not potentially jump off said web and right on one of them. The chances of that was very slim, but was he going to be taking any chances? The answer to that was a resounding no.

[phantasmaw]

♢*   —  @crowsiview  ​/  '𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝' 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

   〈 ★ *〉┊  The night's presence leaks in through the windowpanes, a cold and reticent thing that lingers somewhere behind the withering author's shoulder. It cannot be seen, but it can be felt, it can be heard. The frigid touch of a phantom hand rests on his shoulder. A low ringing fills the dark space man and concept occupy. The ringing flicks back and forth, a metronome that a sorrowful voice harmonizes with every few seconds. When the night speaks, it does so directly in front of him despite its amorphous mass continuing to loom from behind. "𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?"

[zangyo]

@crowsiview said (inbox):

[ hello, nanami-san.        my unique companion. has summer been treating you well? across the country, it seems the farmer's foliage has once more begun steadily growing. strawberries, cucumbers, squash and melon vines, i write this letter to you with the taste of lychee sweet and acrid upon my tongue. yet, squinting out of the blinding window before me, i still can't help but long for autumn, when the sun does not burn so harshly, and my lungs fill less with pollen and smog. even so, i took a trip down to the sea recently. perhaps i thought it might help me to cool down, if not assist in cleansing my lungs by means of the saline air. there was a small cafe near the piers that i would have liked to invite you to. however, as factors such as our mutually shared distance, your busy schedule, alongside my own poor health would have it, i was unable to ascertain whether or not such a thing would ever be possible. thus, enclosed within this letter i have included a number of dry coffee packets purchased directly from the establishment, as well a packet of seasoning salt taken from the table i had seated myself in for a time. it is an utterly ordinary package, hardly unique in production or quality, the very sort you could find in any other cafe. however, it would still please me if you might be able to utilize it in a way so as to envision yourself in a place akin to its meandering origins: by the sea, or perhaps in my company. in the meanwhile, i will continue to write as i always have. through patience, the season of persimmons will arrive soon enough, as will, i imagine, our next meeting. until then, i wish your life only peace and comfort. yours humbly,      yi sang. ]

     NANAMI’S LIPS QUIRKED INTO a small smile the moment he had seen the familiar scrawl of writing upon an envelope addressed to him. It amused him a little, that he and his most peculiar companion had chosen this manner of correspondence in a world where most were sending emails back and forth or quick text messages. However, how very suited for the both of them that this is the manner in which they would choose to communicate. Personally, to Nanami, it felt much more personal this way when one sat with pen in hand and began to jot down all that came in mind for another. He could type up an email in a minute’s time with the quick work of his fingers against a keyboard, but this…he liked this far more. It put to work his penmanship that was near all but forgotten in this digital age.

Good day to you, Yi Sang,

My own have gone well enough, though I admit that me and summer have never been close comrades over the years. It makes it tempting to roll up one’s sleeves, but that would certainly be improper in the public’s eye. It heartens me that we both have a love for autumn. The crisp air that comes and the changing of leaves has always been my favorite when it comes to that particular season. Not to mention that sitting outside with a cup of hot chocolate or cinnamon tea makes it all that much better. Soon it will return as it always does, and with it, I am sure that your health will improve for a time. Summer air is often so unforgiving to the lungs, and pollen even more so once it starts floating about the city.

As for your mention of the sea and that intriguing café you mentioned – in truth, I would most certainly love to go with you there. Anything is possible, I think, when proper planning. So, perhaps I will sit and try and figure out when I can have some time to myself and when the weather is more permissible so we can enjoy both scenery and warm tea to make it all that much more pleasant. Thank you for the coffee packets you sent me as well. With each sip I take, it will remind of that humble cafe and the sea’s gentle swaying. Perhaps I may even envision myself there with what imagination I can dredge up.

My humor aside, I will look forward to your letters, and the next time we write, will be sure to send you something in return as well. A friend of mine bought me some teas a while back that I am sure you will enjoy. They are said to be good for aiding one’s health too. Until then, take care of yourself. Wishing you quiet and calming days to come, My Friend.

Sincerely,

       Nanami Kento

[kirakiras]

She has successfully removed the peel of an orange without breaking it. Peel is dangled a moment before it's lowered into a container she soon returns into the depths of her purse. She would not let it go to waste. It would make for good tea later. Delicious tea! Focus shifts to the perfectly peeled orange in her hand. Much as she thinks of biting straight into it, she compels herself to pull it apart as intended; as normalized. She looks over to Yi Sang, no issue locking eyes and staring into the dark depths of his, and offers him one half of the orange.

"Here, Mr. Yi Sang. Have some. It's good for health."

@crowsiview || sc.

[ardenssolis]

@crowsiview said (inbox):

squints at him. really loudly. he's evidentially in pain from ozy's shine and splendor.

     HEH, ANOTHER ADMIRER. TO be expected. Was his radiance too much for them? Was that why they squinted? Ah, it must have been no different from laying one's gaze upon Ra or Horus themselves (though it is not recommended to look into the sun--). ❝Hmm, hmm, I see you are taken aback by my appearance. Does my presence overwhelm you?❞ The answer was obvious, but Ozymandias did like hearing a response regardless. ❝If such is the case, I permit you to wear sunglasses if that is the only way that you may gaze upon me. You may even look down upon your feet if you prefer. I shall allow it, for such is the grandness of my generosity.❞

[nulltune]

this may be an instance of the pot calling the kettle black,  but—       ❛   ah ..   your expressions ...   ❜       or more like,  the lack thereof.      /  @crowsiview