#crystalblut

[salveticn-a]

✎ DONT HIT ME

;; @crystalblut NEVER !! I LOVE ALZ !!!

[moogleborne]

Favorite Flower your Muse has?

she loves all flowers but if prompted she'd have to say...

lilies. any kind. she thinks the shape is beautiful. she used to pretend she could hear her mother when she put her ear to one, like a makeshift phone. she has planted many in her village. she also has a soft spot for cloud mallows, but they are rather big and she isn't sure if they count as flowers.

[xiwangri]

@crystalblut​ said: “This seems a little inappropriate, don’t you think?”

Bed Sharing  || closed. 

“You know, this isn’t an ideal situation for me either. I like the idea of being able to speak to someone and while you’re definitely attractive, I wouldn’t say that I wanted you to be the sole person I could talk to—It’s not like I chose this and..” Gods, Ardbert needs a drink.

“Moving on from that, I never got your name for one.” And if he did, the warrior’s not even sure he’d remember that.

[crystariis]

@crystalblut

“I am to assume you’ve gotten proper rest then?” There’s a tiny hint of worry in the Exarch’s voice, but just a slight hint. Ever does he worry about the other’s condition, but he wasn’t about to voice it outright.

[salveticn-a]

@crystalblut​ asked : babe i heard we are getting divorced? :(

     “ you can't get divorced when you've never been married ... ”   and i intend to keep it that way .

[salveticn-a]

@crystalblut​ : [ LIFT ] :)   & [ TOUCH ]

     ❝ eee--!! ❞   yelped the youth , stifling the yelp under his breath , the moment alzahar unpromptedly lifted him up with so much ease to then sit him on a counter , so that elpis could meet with his eyes without having to sprain his neck .   the gesture brought a warmer hue to his cheeks , lithe fingers finding themselves to caress and poke alzahar’s face , tracing invisible lines across his features and exchanging with him softened smiles and smothered giggles .

     ❝ uhm , ❞   but whenever he had alzahar that close , elpis often found himself speechless , with no words to speak , with no thoughts clouding his mind but the thought of him . even if he didn’t voice it , he could bet alzahar knew it -- that he was thinking about him , by the way those mismatched hues observed with such fondness his azure oceans .

     ❝ i forgot what i was talking about ... ❞   he giggled again , at the same time shrugging it off ; it was probably not important if he forgot it . it was nothing about alzahar , of that he was certain or he wouldn’t have forgotten .

     however , despite sitting on a counter , alzahar still managed to be a few inches taller -- not so much , though , for elpis could perfectly reach his lips , if he wanted to .   yet , as alzahar leaned down to meet with his forehead , elpis tried his best to ignore the sudden flush across his face and to simply relish in the moment . he exhaled silently and closed his eyes , allowing slender digits to find their way behind his neck and to toy with his cerulean locks .   whatever he was talking about , now it didn’t matter . even if surrounded by nothing but silence , his heart spoke thousands of words .

[salveticn-a]

@crystalblut​ : "... Dont leave the bed yet. It's cold outside, and whatever is out there can wait a few more hours."

     as he lazily rubbed his auburn eye , that familiar hand reaching over his right wrist forced his attention to shift to the dormant -- now awake -- figure lying on the other side of the bed . well , in the middle , to be frank , nonchalantly huddled underneath the douvet , begging with deafening silence to stay a little longer .

     it was cold outside , true . the city welcomed the first snowfall of the month and elpis could see with immense joy the snow-covered streets and trees from outside the window . but the air was chilly and the douvet was very warm instead : needless to say he decided to postpone whatever was waiting out there .

     apollo’s invitation to stay a little longer won his heart as elpis -- after giving one last stretch and a yawn -- returned under the douvet and among the arms of his dearest , sinking with his face into the warmth he shared . lithe hands traveled across his face , gently caressing him before they eventually found the back of his head and started toying with his silvery locks .

     ❝ fine , but one hour only . ❞   he hummed softly , almost in a whisper .   ❝ i have business to attend to , after all ! ❞   and then a giggle is stifled , his forehead pressing against apollo’s for intimacy .   ❝ and so do you ! ❞

[salveticn-a]

@crystalblut​ :  ❛  you’re wearing my favorite hoodie again , don’t you ?  ❜

     it was a simple yellow hoodie -- which he later discovered yellow to be one of the colors that really looked good on him -- visibly large on a body as small and slim as his , with sleeves so large he had to roll them up to make sure that his hands could breathe ; the hood , if worn , would eat almost his entire face !   it was a heavy hoodie with a soft fabric , which , in these cold days , was necessary .   it wore an inscription on the front : probably late for something .   it was evident from many aspects that it was not one of his hoodies , but one of alzahar's hoodies .   of what he was late for , elpis didn’t know ; what he knew , however , was that he was not going to rid of it , ever .

     he stifled a giggle as alzahar discovered his hoodie , slender fingers toying with the rolled sleeves of the adored garment .

     ❝ hm ! it’s also my favorite , sooo-- ❞   plus , you never wear it .