#cymatillis

[roseoath-blog]

〔 SELVARIA BLES 〕 @cymatillis // pembrooke pawnshop ; greed.

—✕ █ ▌He does not know what it was he expected. What use is there in anything this Circle provides if not to taunt those who cling to material gains. As it is, even Loghain is TEMPTED to seek one of the objects the pawnshop carries, for even he has material objects of sentimental value.

Yet, is it WORTH it?

CAUTIOUS eyes wander over the wares on display, seeing not objects of use, but those that must have meant a great deal to long gone individuals; literally priceless objects before his eyes. Fingers wander over the thin layer of dust that clouds countertops, shadow crisscrossing these items of import.

The longer he PROCRASTINATES in offering the employees a proper answer, the antsier he grows. What use would a memento be? Certainly nothing, unless such memento was the prized armour he wore those many years ago at the dawn of the Dragon Age. Such value would likely cost him an arm and a leg.

❝An INTERESTING set up,❞ he murmurs. ❝Like being drawn to a spider's web.❞

[demonofmontecristo-blog]

Shady Respite

@cymatillis

...What in the hells was he looking at?

It was an establishment of some sort, though clearly not one of any reputable origins, considering its location and clientele. A bright and gaudy sign reading “Beyond the Veil” flickered above them, giving them enough illumination to see the souls gathered in front of it. Most seemed to pass by with ease, but some groaned and anguished over their denial within.

Part of him wondered why he was even surprised such a place existed given the danger they had escaped from. But there was such a disturbing dissonance from that grove to where they stood now and it was so jarring, he was almost at a loss at how to handle it. 

“There are many other places I would have chosen to rest.”

A snide little comment to try and ease the tension in the air. Even if they had not just raced away from such abominable danger, there was still the air of unrest that now stood between them. The hallucination they had gone through together had changed the dynamic of the two quite a bit, at least from his perspective. It was something that merited discussion, but finding the time to breach the subject was tricky.

He turned to face Selvaria properly now, the first time since before they had begun to fall under the lull of the delusions from the forest. There were many things he wished to say to her, they could wait. Weary as they both were, rest was a necessity.

“I’m not certain what we’re going to find in there, but it must be at least better than out here. shall we?”

[demonofmontecristo-blog]

Bewilder

@cymatillis

The Avenger doubted that the ferryman expected them to have returned so soon after their arrival. He suspected that others would likely have lingered here in Limbo for a time, aiming to get their bearings in this miserable place. But such a stagnant nature was never befitting of the Avenger, especially with a comrade in tow. While there was no question of whether or not he himself belonged here, the same could not be said of her.

Observing the woman further, the one named Selvaria Bles, Avenger could not be convinced that she belonged here. While beauty did not entail innocence - if anything it prompted the exact opposite - there was a purity to her. From what he could discern, her actions were done in the name of another, similar to other heroes he had knowledge of. She was led astray, onto the path of damnation by the actions of someone who professed to be her better. 

A taste of anger on his tongue. 

He knew that type of person. Hopefully they were down here too.

The ferry would dock, and the two would disembark. The sight that awaited them seemed...incorrect. A forest as far as the eye could see, beautiful and lush. The stark contrast to Limbo was evident, not just in appearance, but in the air. Scents and sounds seem to assault the two, and their effect caught him off guard. Wrath was his greatest sin, but it was becoming increasingly clear it was not without competition.

“So begins our descent. It seems that our first trial will be a sin that few can deny; Lust. Now, do not take it so simply as that of a physical nature. Lust is born of desire, and while most associate it with the pleasure of the flesh, that is not the case. Be prepared.”

[purgatoriomfrp]

And here's Selvaria Bles from Valkyria Chronicles, apping straight into Purgatorio.

Welcome to Hell, Selvaria! Enjoy your stay!- Mod Humerus

[those-ofjustice]

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓

@cymatillis

A KING MUST BE PROUD, VAIN and implacable at all times. Because a true king must never bow to anyone he must demand utmost respect for all. Young Maximillian, Heir to the throne. And though an insignificant Prince among all others, for the sake of his mother he stood with his chin raised, to carry about a pride only an Emperor could bear.

He did all he could to ensure she would attend the Royal Military College. Schooled among the finest tacticians and soldiers, today had been the only time she could return for the weekend. As he looked towards Selvaria, he crossed his leg upon the seat.

“Ordinarily those beneath me would kneel before a Royal Prince.” He barked out nonchalantly. Then, a warm smile formed as he, in his cold and cunning, put forth an empathetic face. “You, however, are an exception. Welcome back. Selvaria.”