#dih.event 004

[elysiium]

& 𝐑𝐄.  OPEN  /  @dihstarters​

ALL  HALLOW’S  EVE  ,  a  night  where  the  living  and  the  dead  blur  .  but  it  was  not  just  ghosts  that  decide  to  grace  the  mortal  lands  with  their  presence  .  auraline  remembers  watching  faeries  cross  the  portal  into  earth  that  night  each  year  ❪  with  dark  eyes  and  a  heavy  heart  ,  unable  to  go  through  herself  at  the  time  ❫  .  the  stories  were  celebrated  through  the  halls  the  days  following  —  how  they  would  DANCE  WITH  GHOSTS  ,  play  pranks  and  cause  mischief  on  the  silly  mundanes  .  even  the  wild  hunt  participated  ,  scaring  people  ,  taking  them  for  wild  rides  on  their  yellow-eyed  black  horses  ,  trampling  through  their  crops  and  spooking  the  farm  animals  . tonight  was  not  so  different  ,  yet  in  ways  it  was  .  the  fae  were  indeed  out  tonight  ,  scattered  around  the  world  ,  many  in  the  club  here  tonight  knowing  their  queen  was  present  .  and  while  she  does  not  stop  them  from  playing  their  tricks  and  games  ,  auraline  was  not  as  lenient  in  their  behaviour  as  she  was  with  her  mother  —  only  HARMLESS  FUN  .  at  least  with  her  seelies  ...  the  unseelies  were  entirely  out  of  her  hands  ❪  and  there  was  a  reason  they  had  a  reputation  as  being  more  malevolent  ;  she  shudders  remembering  hearing  those  stories  ❫  . ❛  i  hope  you  are  behaving  tonight  .  ❜  she  says  ,  her  back  turned  to  the  individual  and  it  isn’t  until  she  turns  ,  her  patchy  dress  spinning  around  her  ankles  ,  that  she  realizes  it  is  not  the  person  she  expects  .  ❛  ah  ,  i  thought  you  were  SOMEONE  ELSE  .  ❜  brown  eyes  scan  the  crowd  around  them  for  a  moment  ,  seeing  that  the  seelie  she  wished  to  speak  to  was  no  where  in  sight  .  oh  well  .  they  wouldn’t  evade  her  all  night  .  her  gaze  returns  to  the  other  instead  ,  red  lips  forming  into  a  smile  ,  eyes  gleaming  with  the  upcoming  tease  .  ❛  though  ...  are  you  behaving  tonight  ?  ❜

[pniik]

cosimo [ /@violentdesires ]

it wasn’t that the archangel had been difficult to pinpoint. to their delight, even in this mix most unholy or the sacrilegious ensemble he was donning, following their unprecedented transfiguration, forsoughting their sibling had been far less strenuous. why he kept moving from restroom to restroom was what was throwing them, and it’d still be... had they not noted a matching ( in costume ) violeta alongside. they could be wrong. watching him leave this particular privy a few spaces ahead, mere observation followed by the air around him were their only testimonies. ❛ i hope i’m not interrupting anything, brother. ❜ a look and tone most suggestive as they awaited his eyes. don’t get it twisted, they were shy to the subject ─── it was by no means their first hypothesis. rosy features and some awfully light ribbing were all he’d be asked to endure if they guessed right. pik was just happy to see him again.

[irigy]

closed starter for @violentdesires - Zion !!

The used paper towel wet with blood hit the ground for about half a second before it was trampled over by the heavy steps of party goers moving to the beat on the dancefloor, and Envy paid it no mind, the hand that tossed it lowering to his side while he approached the new Ruler of Hell. The pink sunglasses glowing in the neon lights were pushed up from the bridge of his nose to brush his hair back from his face, thought some unruly curls found their way loose easily enough. “Master! I do apologize for coming to greet you so late, I’ve had some... things I had to deal with first.” He spoke over the loud music, though not completely, needing an excuse to lean in towards the other, taking pleasure in their closeness. “Taking care of the DJ, harvesting her heart, then feeding my boss-- well, my other boss. No need to be jealous, he’s much less significant than you are, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” Envy drew the little cross over the heart symbol on his top with a smirk that was more playful than it usually was, the electricity of the chaos he’d planned for the night charging him up already. “And let me just say--” He finally leaned back to take a good look at the other, having a somewhat difficult time to find the best word to describe them. “You look... formidable.” 

[hlcynsouls]

&  @violentdesires​  →  KAELIE MORAIS : 

THE SPELL HAS BEEN LEADING HER ASTRAY  all evening ;  and though the party had seemed like a good cover initially ,  it was starting to grate on her .  the frustration darcy is feeling is only amplified by the drunken screams and ramblings around her ,  and she wishes for nothing more than to crawl back to her cottage and sleep for a week .  ( she won’t ,  though  —  this is  important .  and the only good day to do it ,  so she’ll have to  get a grip . )  all of her internal  ‘ motivation ’  is useless in the face of her exhaustion ,  though  —  just because the spell is  failing  doesn’t mean it’s not drawing energy like crazy ,  an her surroundings aren’t helping any when she has to further focus on not simply  cursing  any idiot crossing her way .  she’s on the  brink of it  when she’s pushed ,  then stumbles in an effort to avoid a chain reaction ,  then just  barely  manages not to land in someone’s lap as she trips and almost falls .  it’s not a very graceful motion ,  but she avoids the woman on the bar stool by an inch and lands on the one next to her instead .  darcy’s head hits the bar a little more forcefully than intended ,  and she stifles a sigh .  the witch knows she should apologize ,  but her quota on  that  is reserved for  someone else  tonight .  so instead ,  she gives very cheery and elaborate :  “ ugh . ”

[elysiium]

& 𝐑𝐄.  EVENT 004  : A  NEON  NIGHTMARE

❛ let us purge and cleanse our souls ... ❜   //   the original witch elias morcant is not one to dress up for all hallow’s eve, but to stop a certain familiar and unseelie from pestering him , he has done the bare minimum in creating an outfit for the party . he is dressed in a simple black hoodie and pants , but it his mask that is sure to draw attention — x’s for eyes and a stitched mouth that glows neon blue in the dark . it almost seems like a part of his face , shimmering in and out of focus as he moves through the club . he isn’t one for crowds so he is sure to stick close , or keep an eye on , catalina and kaelie morais .  ❪    template & psd by goodvibesrph    ❫

[pniik]

astra [ /@likestvrlight ]

it began with a pulse so sudden and chasmal it brought the angel to their knees. ruthless waves of horrifying echoes they’d been effectively opposing throughout the night finally thrashed them against cruel, jagged rocks of fate as the prismatic spotlights overhead submerged them. they’d lost their grip in an instant. fear brought to light so swiftly. they couldn’t have been offered even a dime-sized sign ? one chance to retreat ? coming here was reckless, pik knew this... but they’d gotten so far devoid of catastrophe. why now ? like this ? in another universe they might be granted an answer. in this one they were abandoned with theories. clammy palms and widened eyes landed earthward, but they didn’t see the dance floor beneath them. no. they couldn’t see anything. they were taken somewhere abysmal, lonely, away from all beings that surrounded them without moving an inch and forced to traipse through the graveyard of their pain and despair for an indefinite amount of time... until a sensation, a light. their head jerked in its direction fore the brights of their eyes had a chance to return ─── and for them this was but a moment. a most soothing moment. a bucket’s worth of hellacious memories overruling all thoughts and feelings moved to invade their savior’s on contact, but this wasn’t by design. this was exactly wrong, exactly what they’d feared. revived browns dare not leave hers as they slowly picked themselves up, remorse over what they’d just done to her keeping them close. ❛ astra, no... no, please no. ❜

[pniik]

[ /wickedlvly /@violentdesires ] cont. from here !

pik can feel the wall that cosimo had built up around himself ▬▬▬ the barrier between them. what’s worse ? they’ve felt this wall before, but cannot recall being on this side of it. they don’t fault him for this; knew this was how it was going to be going in. were the seraph in their right mind, they wouldn’t have waited until tonight to see or speak with their brother. would’ve, in fact, called to cosimo the very instant that they could [ . . . ] but they’re not in their right mind. they haven’t been for months.

they’re in shock.

the drink is accepted absent-mindedly as unblinking eyes stay up on the night sky. transfixed, it seems [ . . . ] until fingers are felt entangling with their own ▬▬▬ and again, they’ve violet to thank for pulling them out of their own damn head and back into the moment. that out-of-place smile drops and so does their attention, down to their hand as it shakes lightly against hers. it takes a second for fingers to regain dexterity to return the gesture, but [ . . . ] they do. surprises them, too, that they do.

a small pained smile threatens their features at the couple’s initial reaction to the mere idea of the angel returning to heaven. made sense. it’s why it hurt. their head, however, continues to hang, more interested in where violet’s connecting them all than anything else. it’s true: cosimo and pinnikolai’s loyalties do differ. not only is the seraph still connected to heaven, but [ . . . ] they want to be. in heaven, however, or even in god, is not where their loyalties lie. not truly.

anyone looking close enough could see where they do.

dark browns gravitate toward cosimo for the briefest of seconds, finally attempting to meet his gaze after minutes of looking anywhere but before looking for violet’s. they shoot down to the ground again a beat after, slightly amused, softly shaking their head. ❛ ❛ no. not heaven. ❜ ❜ now, pik wasn’t one to so openly denounce or approve of the denouncing of god ( no matter how in the right ), but they [ . . . ] didn’t even think to disapprove of the pair’s comments tonight ▬▬▬ were smirking slightly, even !

❛ ❛ i could not be down here nor in the fae realm. i still should not be- should only be in one realm [ . . . ] af- after ▬ what i did to them. ❜ ❜

their grip on both the drink and violet’s hand gradually begins to tighten. the small amount of added pressure effortlessly shatters the glass in one hand, but they don’t so much as flinch, only staring down vacantly as their other hand, still entwined with violet’s, continues to tighten.

[pniik]

#DIH.TASK ─ TASK IV. ❛❛ NIGHTMARES ❜❜ !!

it’s dark here. a kind of dark that doesn’t require sight but sense to understand. the floor is flimsy and creaks, and the air is cold and stagnant in a way that would ward off even the most curious souls. holy oil set alight surrounds them, and the leather straps keep their wrists pressed against splintered wood. what they demand is not in their power to give. what they can provide, they don’t deserve. they won’t accept this. they’re not a violent breed, but with each word, each cut, an electrical surge. faces familiar take turns before there is a light. like a film reel set on fire, the scene around them catches and melts, and the remaining pieces of plastic and silver float down into a black liquid substance swallowing their feet. she is there, too, with a tangled mess of burning tape in her hands ─── it zaps and crackles, but she doesn’t flinch, even as it begins to melt her skin.

WHAT IS THEIR NIGHTMARE ?

to bring harm to/cause pain unless absolutely necessary. pik is a pacifist. countless orders they’d carried out throughout their existence that’d suggest otherwise have and will continue to haunt them, but of these orders, in which they were appointed to slaughter in the name of their father are of the most tender. there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for god, but this is what ultimately led the devoted to disobey the first time, and they paid dearly for it in the form of being torn from earth and cosimo ( @violentdesires ) and caged in heaven for millennia. since their return to earth as a defective whitelighter and then, invasively, a seraph, apart from their time with pyrend and defending faerie as it was under fire, they hadn’t hurt a soul until they were tricked and tortured by a group of angels for information, and after having exhausted every avenue, saw no other alternative to reclaiming their freedom. this choice weighted them and made them unstable in every sense of the word as halloween approached ─── on which astra ( @likestvrlight ) was caught in the crossfire when her touch triggered a chunk of those memories to transfer onto her. that they afflicted her with their pain has reanimated their nightmare, worse so as the act has alleviated them of it.

IS THERE MORE THAN ONE ?

two others that stand out: incarceration and loneliness. all that time in their cage is to blame. after a while, one must regress into the recesses of one’s mind to keep from going insane, and during that time, pik uncovered their own cope-topia. being confined to one spot for any given period still horrifies them, and the lack of socialization while stored away in heaven prompts them to continually seek out the company of others as they can. this assists in their what others might deem maddeningly clingy nature ─── which the recluse darcy ( @hlcynsouls ) had the misfortune of undergoing before their ascension and what their current roommate, ms. plantar, weathers everyday. thus far, these two nightmares have been far tamer than the former, but they’ve been having bouts with each, particularly loneliness as they tend to internally seek out incarceration as a form of self-punishment, since the party.

HOW IS IT AFFECTING THEM, IF AT ALL ?

badly. as pik’s nightmares were coming to fruition even before being plagued by them, they’re going through it and are desperately seeking out ways to rectify what they’ve done and how they can prevent themselves from ever doing it again rather than uncover why they’ve been so aggressively on their mind.