#eiysner

[hlycrwn]

ETERNAL SONATA  ( 2007 )  .  ACCEPTING  :    “ if you strike a person their soul is scattered ”     /     @eiysner​  

                ━━━      (   Q :   WHAT DID YOU LEARN  ,  UPON HEAVEN’S THRONE ?   )

she carries herself differently  ,  he’s noticed  ,  since her disappearance   /   rebirth   /   recoloration   ;   a   blessing from the goddess    they have been told   &   he isn’t one to question the whims of the divine  ,  sees little issue in bestowing   gifts   upon one such as   she  :   protection and prowess  ,  embodied in the form of a woman wearing tidal apathy the way one would a mourning gown  ,  tutelage incarnate and he takes no issue with it  ,  of course not  ,  but rather     ━━━━━     what does divinity spit out  ,  when they seemingly   swallow you whole ?

this  ,  he supposes   ;   a mirror image shaped with familiar bones and muscle but   /   the blood is different   ,  golden beneath one’s veins before the body is cut open  ,  dissected  ,  red seeping out for the same reason moths carry false eyes upon their wings   &   mantises blend to the leaves they climb upon  :   camouflage  ,  a secret in plain sight .   something   holy kissed   wearing mortal flesh and it shows in the curve of her spine and the grip of her blade   /   like something   made for her   rather than simply bestowed upon   &   sometimes      (   sometimes   )      he thinks he catches something when the light hits her hair   just right  ,  a halo or a set of horns and then   /   he blinks  ,  and it is just she  ,  the professor   ;   she  ,  a confidant   &   guide with hands far more gentle than the callouses upon her fingertips would ever begin to suggest her capable of .

“   dimitri ?   ”     like a bell   /  like a chime  ,  a voice to rein him back in and he blinks once  ,  twice  ,  as he anchors himself back to reality  ,  to the church and its half - empty pews and somber echo of orchestral hymns to meet her gaze   ;   steady .     “   is something wrong ?   you stopped singing .   ”

❛     oh  ,  my apologies  ,  professor .   i am afraid i got a bit sidetracked .   if you would not mind  ,  may we try again ?     ❜               is offered with a sheepish smile  ,  hands once more clasping before his person as she stares  ,  peering  ,  before offering a gentle nod of her head in silent agreement .   it is not hard to begin anew  ,  lyrical worship etched into memory and muscle from some of his first memories of childhood and it should be easy  ,  then  ,  to follow along with the organ and those singing in accompaniment to it  ,  but she opens her mouth with head bowed in humility and for a moment     ━━━━━

(   A :   IF YOU STRIKE A PERSON  ,  THEIR SOUL IS SCATTERED   )

━━━━━     “   dimitri ?   would you like to be excused for today ?   ”     his smile is further embarrassed this time  ,  caught yet again somewhere that   is not here   and it is with a simple   bow   that he replies :               ❛     you have my apologies once more  ,  professor .   i believe i shall take you up on your offer  ,  however   ;   i cannot seem to focus today  ,  and would hate to be a further nuisance .   perhaps next time i shall be more ready to pay my respects to the goddess .     ❜               he leaves  ,  then  ,  a polite turn of the heel following his goodbyes and tries to ignore how her gaze feels  ,  settled upon his back   /   tries to ignore how  ,  in that instant  ,  he could have sworn he’d seen a child’s face  ,  somber   &   deathly  ,  reflected in the curves of her features .

[knightsdeath]

❝ the sword of the creator, ❞ there is something almost like awe in his voice when he says the name aloud and he considers her obliquely / not quite directly / as per the fucking usual, really. still, curiosity coils in him and it goes beyond the respect that he has for her and her abilities and straight into FRANK INTEREST in the weapon of legend that she wields so naturally ———— because of her crest.

strange, isn’t it, how it always comes back to crests? strange / and infuriating.

❝ is it as powerful as legends,” the word rolls off of his tongue, reluctant and drawled and utterly unimpressed with the concept thereof in spite of how he had devoured them quite voraciously in his youth, ❝ make it out to be? ❞

@eiysner // dismantle yourself , and build yourself anew .

[azurlia]

       ❝ violca ! hey, let’s talk ! mercenary to, uh, ex-mercenary, yeah ? ❞ a twinkle shines in dark irises; excitement lurks within, a thirst for whatever tales the elder may concoct mingling within the friendliness she displays. ‘ we can talk about anything and everything ! ’ she pauses, head tilted, the crack of a hum soft and thoughtful. ‘ unless you’re busy ? ’ // @eiysner

[endreamt]

𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞     :     a  wolf-bite  kiss  in  the  depths  of  shadows     ❪     to  make  known  my  transgressions  alongside  whomsoever  committeth  sin     ,     burdened  unfairly by  unrighteousness  by  the  thoughtlessness  of  the  chosen     .     to  make  me  an  altar    ,     anointed  in  the  finest  liquors     ,     to  be  a  blemish  unto  the  goddess for  my  indifferent  sins     .     ❫     it  would  be  so  easy  to  confess     .     you  are  the  only  one  who  knows  me     .     beneath  her  sheep’s  skin     ,     beneath  the  layer  of  dragon-armor  and  pride     ,     to  be  baptized  in  the  fire  which  stirreth the  strife  evermore     .     she  flexes  her  fingers  and  pretends  those  sothis-polluted  tresses were  between  her  fingers     .     the  inequities  of  war  and  absolution now  a  mar  on  alabastrine  complexion     .     or  so  she  says  unto  death     ,     smiling  prettily for  those  who  know  nothing  about  the  burden  of   her  sharp  teeth  and  distress    .

❛     𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝    ,    𝐦𝐲  𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭    .    ❜     oh     :      the  heart  that  sings relief  verily  at  the  sight     ,     moon-struck  and  young-tender  emotion  retained  for  the  years that  have  come     .     for  it  is  now  conceived  in  the  rubble  and  brought  to  life  as  emperor  wings  are  stilled     ,     no  longer  edelgard  the  usurper     ,      the  rightful  queen of  fódlan  and  faerghus  and  leicester     ,      protector  of  ancient  history  and  the  hearts  of  the  many     .     aye     ,      now  she  is  twenty  two  and  exceedingly  sinful with  nowhere  to  confess  the  crimes  aplenty     ❪     for  as  long  as  the  false  prophet  exists  the  law  is  sin  borne  unto  the  hollow  earth     ,     decreed  by  the  inadequate  inheritor     .     ❫     to  die for  her  would  be  decadent     .      ❛    𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥  𝘪𝘵  𝘣𝘦  𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨  𝘰𝘧  𝘮𝘦  𝘵𝘰  𝘴𝘢𝘺  𝘪’𝘮  𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥     ?     to  see  you  again  after  all  these  years   …   𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐦𝐞     ,      𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧    .     i  would  have  done  anything   ...     ❜          @eiysner          !

[aegeir]

          ❛ if you look at this diagram here, you can see how frequently hubert causes me and everyone else in here a bad time. ❜ yes, that really was what he had put the time into creating in his free time for this presentation. ❛ of course, the numbers are better if his schedule is rearranged ... ❜ he gestures towards the slope of the graph, and how it diminishes with each absence of hubert.

          ❛ but, and as i conclude, we would all be better off if hubert was, instead, deleted. ❜

@eiysner // modern verse starter 

[fraeikugel]

@eiysner  said  :  ❛  you  remained  loyal  .  ❜ :)

for  a  𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴  forged  during  days  long  gone,  it  seemed  that  all  of  the  golden  deer  remembered.  how  could  they  not  ?  familial  bonds  grown  during  their  days  at  the  academy  ;  a  welcome  excuse  to  get  away  from  the  WAR,  from  all  the  FIGHTING.  and  to  be  fair  —  not  a  single  day  had  gone  by  without  hilda  thinking  of  their  promise.  (  okay  —  at  least  not  in  the  past  few  months  !  )  a  girl  needs  to  daydream  of  pleasant  things  every  now  and  then  !  and  though  she  reminisced  about  her  life  at  the  academy,  hilda  had  not  planned  to  return  for  the  reunion.  not  ALONE,  at  least  —  had  not  heard  back  from  any  of  the  others  until  leonie  reached  out  to  her.  had  it  not  been  for  the  redhead,  hilda  may  not  have  shown  up.  (  such  a  LONG  WAY  TO  GO,  all  by  herself  ...  not  knowing  if  she’d  see  anybody  at  the  monastery  !  can  you  IMAGINE  ?  )

                                       —   𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚃𝙾  𝙱𝙴  𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳  𝙱𝚈  𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂  !  

really,  now  —  could  claude  not  have  taken  care  of  the  bandits  a  little  bit  EARLIER  ?  fighting  alongside  her  former  classmates,  though,  it  wakes  memories  within  her.  some  of  their  faces  she  had  not  seen  in  years  ;  let  alone  the  professor,  believed  to  be  DEAD  by  many  !  how  very  odd  to  feel  a  sense  of  JOY  tingle  through  her  nerves,  an  excitement  she  had  not  known  that  she  MISSED,  during  an  unexpected  battle.  and  even  odder  it  seemed  when  the  fighting  ceased  and  VICTORY  proved  to  be  theirs.  ‘  loyal  ?  little  old  ME  ?  ’  a  smile  is  hidden  behind  a  steaming  cup  of  tea,  FRAGRANCE  OF  ROSE  PETALS  fill  the  air.  ‘  well  —  i  SUPPOSE  you  could  say  that  !  ’  can  the  professor  TELL  that  her  attendance  was  due  to  sheer  LUCK  ?  ‘  SAY,  PROFESSOR  —  where  have  YOU  been  all  this  time  ?  not  that  i’m  unhappy  to  see  you,  but,  you  know ...  people  said  that  you  DIED  during  the  battle  at  garreg  mach  !  ’

A  GAME  OF  THRONES  SENTENCE  STARTER  |  accepting.