#cureburden

[higans]

📝 tch.

september 16th, M.E 755 — disc of cauthess , duscae

we encountered titan today. all that climbing, running, and fighting left me exhausted. not to mention just how hot it is down there. no one figured to warn me about that. i thought my eyebrows were going singe right off before we got out. there was also the matter of that strange man from before ... he was weird but i didn't think he'd be part of the empire. though something about him feels offputtingly familiar. not like i've been around the niflhiem occupation in years ...

luckily, i managed to find an interesting little plant down in the disc. the fact that it grows in such a climate is a real testement to it's resilences. unfortunately i was only able to get this sample before i was being rudely ushered on. it doesn't seem to have any use to it but i just thought the petals were very beautiful.

[dried out, pressed, and taped to the page is a single sprig of the flower. it's petals faded and leaves arranged neatly by it. crude taxonomy notes crammed into the spaces left over on the page]

okay i think i've written enough boring stuff to run off any would-be snoops ... titan wasn't the most interesting exciting part of today. during the chaos at the disc i managed to fall (real impressive.) and i was sure that would be the end. someone caught me though. and not just anyone ... well, it could be anyone i guess. but the fact of that matter is that it was someone. that i didn't know. i'm writing in circles ... it felt like i was saved by some sort of guardian angel! or a knight in shining armor.

am i getting too old to be dreaming about knights and princesses? but they really felt like one! coming out of no where to rescue me like that? and then to immeidately disappear? it was like something straight out of a novel. it doesn't hurt to fantasize ... right? it's getting embarrassing to write about this anymore. i just hope i'll be able to meet them again. maybe without the mask on. / @cureburden

[lecrim]

MAMA?

ma chère fille stupide!

[soulrot]

❝ will you rescue me if something goes wrong? ❞ ......

     there’s a temptation to be needlessly cruel, to say no, i wouldn’t save you. but both he and that demon within him knew it would not be true; he has a thing for taking in and caring for strays, even someone like her. especially someone like her. she needs me. 

     but this will remain unsaid, buried within that rotting heart within his chest. he’s never been one for honesty, especially not of this nature. he’s a terrible comfort, but he tries anyway, because that’s what she seeks. that’s what both want at the end of the day--to be comforted by someone, anyone. ‘ nothing will go wrong so long as i’m around, so i won’t need to rescue you. your constant worries won’t do your kingdom any good, prinzessin. ’

[soulrot]

cureburden asked: hibisus, rose, violet.. hi...

oh boy.

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

misha would say he doesn’t particularly care about those things, since he doesn’t gain anything from it monetarily or in any of his business ventures; basically, he would want to say the latter. after getting closer to--and eventually marrying--faizah, he starts to appreciate certain things in his life enough to want to preserve and care for. faizah is the one who taught him that.

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love 

misha is strange. he has a habit of taking in strays (both cats and humans), and thus has a very strange circle surrounding him. to the average person, a mere audience member staring in from the outside, it would seem he treats this circle terribly. and he kinda does. but at the same time, he is fiercely protective of those he keeps around. these people include, in no particular order, his adoptive son, niko; his assistant, freda; his best friend, sally; his husband, faizah.  he is not easy to love by any means, and yet he is loved profusely by the previously mentioned. he prefers not to widen this circle any further. he says it’s starting to become a little too crowded.

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

misha hates being betrayed. he does not respond to it well. he struggles with fully trusting people, but once he does, it’s a life bound contract. given that he is a dead man walking, fueled by his hatred and need for vengeance on top of unmedicated anger issues, the simple solution to betrayal, in misha’s eyes, is death. the death of a traitor’s loved ones, their lifestyle, their dreams, their possessions, the death of the traitor themself--misha is not a merciful man.

[soulrot]

    “ ah, die prinzessin mit roten haaren. why bother talking to me? i could lock you up in a tower for all you know. ” one would think he would hate the fairy tale jokes, but she really does look like a princess. he doubts their wealth compares, because of course he does.

    “ don’t tell me you’re one of those types that see the good in everyone. they always cause problems for me.”

@cureburden​

[yeshens]

@cureburden ,  here .

❛  well,  i  guess  this  is  good  practice   …  ❜   for  what,  beyond  the  given  of   basic  technical   understanding,  she  doesn't  emphasize.  all  she   does  is  maintain  the  stiff,  painted  hands  expected  of  her.    ❛ i'm  totally  honored   to  be  your   practice  dummy  and  all,  but  you're  gonna  clean  this  up,  right ?  …  you  know   how,  right  ?  ❜

“see, i figured you’d understand!” tooru looks at her with stars in his eyes, the small brush previously dipped in nail polish still in his hands and, simultaneously, in contact with marce’s fingers- just about an inch lower from where her nails are, actually. his enthusiasm is unmatched, and in particular not by his level of skill. he continues speaking, painting as he goes. well. he’s gesticulating as he goes, which isn’t quite the same as intentional nail painting, but hey, if the paint gets there, it gets there.

“i was thinking, when i get a girlfriend in the future, matching nails would be cute, so i thought to myself, ‘what better time than now to start practicing?’ and then you appeared, like a shining knight in armor,” he pauses, head tilted like something is wrong. it might be the fact that the brush is running out of polish, only about half of it having gotten onto the canvas that was supposed to be marce’s nails. “no, that’s not it... ah, a knight in shining armor!” or not.

“eh? clean this up? but you’re supposed to do mine next, so we can get a picture of our nails side by side!”