#ethyreal

[tsukkiakarii]

" do you know what that's like? " from lucian! uwu

@ethyrael 🌕 i forgor meme :c

he were a strange one--protecting a demon so stubbornly. it reminded her of those children the master has insisted they hunt, though rumors she's heard paint his demon in quite a different light.

still, he isn't one to speak freely to a stranger, much less one that may harm her family.

"--that is irrelevant. you're quite bold to behave to amiably towards one such as myself."

[desafia]

@ethyreal​ wendy sent: ❝  have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞

             flesh and soul is comprised of missing pieces.  some the victim of cruel thievery and others perhaps never obtained.  when one comes into this world alone they start off at a disadvantage;  she has often felt as if she is always a few steps behind nearly everyone else.  so,  it is with a deep-rooted understanding within them that her eyes settle upon the other woman.  empathy lines her features when she silently nods.  ❛  i’ve always felt a little lost,  ❜  she admits.  captivity only strengthened the sense of otherness she has often carried.  a thoughtfulness falls upon her,  remaining still for a few moments longer before she ponders  ❛  i guess they stole things from all of us. ❜

[desafia]

@ethyreal​ wendy sent: ❝  sometimes i feel i’m being crushed under the weight of everything i’ll never be.  ❞

             few things can feel as devastating as lost potential and unrealized dreams.  there was so much she wanted to be when she was young and unmarred.  she supposes,  most of them have things just beyond their reach which will always haunt their path.  magnolia considers it quietly for several moments.  she does not mind the silence.  it’s a thoughtful one,  and she would always prefer to sit in stillness until she has something adequate or profitable to say.  her head tilts down a moment,  fingers picking at a dog hair stuck to her skirt.  she brushes the fabric back over before her gaze lifts back towards the other woman.  her hands rise then to sign  ❛  maybe you can’t be all the things you wish,  but...you could make it a little lighter?  find something small you can make happen?  ❜ 

[movednostqlgia]

“   how’d you get sucked up into all of this ?   ”

    @ethyreal​ :   claire dearing ,     starter call .

[ricochetingtears]

❛  before  you  say  anything …  that’s  it ,  i  just  don’t  want  you  to  say  anything .  ❜ + cat & lois ,

the good place sentence starters lois & cat, for @ethyreal

lois has her mouth open, ready and loaded. she stares at cat, as if the other was going to say anything different. of course she wouldn’t. they’re like two cats in a fight, each pulling for their side. but cat’s wishes are never fulfilled. lois lane simply doesn’t know what silence means. or boundaries. or letting her co-worker work in peace.  ❛ and i didn’t want to be assigned with you but perry didn’t give shit about what i wanted. so now you’re stuck with me. and i do have a lead on this one so either stay still enjoying your peace and quiet or try to keep up. ❜

[conziergearch]

PROMPT :   the best lies about me are the ones i told.   ――   @ethyreal​,  daphne.

                    the dismissal in blue eyes doesn’t seem all that fruitful.   her smirk remains,   he takes that as a bad sign,   and when the machine’s finished filling his cup with steaming coffee,   willem’s almost accepted that the conversation will follow her rules and not his.   the restaurant’s still comparatively empty,   only a few tables occupied and the chatter in the background reduced to a murmur.   it occurs to him regardless that between the stale bread that’s offered at the mediocre buffet and the stale coffee he holds,   that she’s probably used to something better.   this is cheap,  average.   steps lead the way to one of the tables in the corner,   between suspiciously lifeless looking plants and bookshelves that appear to serve a superficial aesthetic more than any practicability.   a shrug and he sinks onto one of the chairs.     “ at least you’re honest about that. ”     comes out a little more dismissive than it’s intended ;   he’s not mad at her.   mug is brought to his lips and he watches her take a seat.   she doesn’t fit in,   doesn’t surprise him :   there are worlds between the small event where they’ve met,   a crowded balcony atop a sea made of colourful lights and a striking skyline ――   and here.   but regardless of the differences,   she’s diligent.   he admires that.     “ how’s your recent project going? ”

[conziergearch]

PROMPT :  i’m telling you, i can do this.   ――   @ethyreal​ ,   syd.

                    it boils down to this :  trust.   eyes drag their gaze from the abandoned gloves to her hands,   and then to her eyes.   somewhere in the depths of his mind,   realisation attempts to push aside any irrational concerns.   magnolia trusts her,   and if there is one person able to sway him in a similar manner that olivia,   it’s her.   but in the absence of olivia’s anchoring presence,   his nature reverts back to a trapped beast.  the walls are confining,   space seemingly growing more narrow with every breath he takes,   and peter feels the harrowing absence of his counterpart ;   fingertips twitching,   air hot and electrified.   if he doesn’t find olivia,  what then?   how much longer does he have until he blows up and destroys everything with him?     “ okay, ”     he finally says.     “ what do you need me to do? ”

[desafia]

@ethyreal​ sydney sent: [ ELEVEN ]  for sender to carefully approach receiver in the aftermath,  gently touching them to try and bring them back to themselves. 

              vision blurs red,  blood mingling with teared gaze.  the crimson leaks from her eyes and leave staining trails along her cheeks.  she hates this.  the loss of control leaves a pounding in her head and a bitterness in her heart.  it’s almost primal when it happens.  all that anger she keeps carefully bound inside pushes it’s way forth until it all comes out at once.  it pours out of her in a torrent of furious energy,  leaving corpses in her wake and her every nerve raw.  she never knows how to pull it all back in.  chest rises and falls with heavy breaths,  fingernails bite into the palms of her fisted hands and her mind is fragile,  over-exerted to a breaking point.   and still,  there is so much more rage and pain she could release.  it’s all she is sometimes.  just a bottomless well of sorrow and wrath. 

she almost flinches when she feels the warmth of another’s touch.  but it’s the familiarity of her soul which stays her.  it’s the gentleness of fingers lightly sliding along a hand,  which finally makes her fist start to unfurl.  lashes flutter rapidly as her pupils begin to constrict back to their normal state.  magnolia turns her head to look towards the other woman,  gaze refocusing.  ❝  are...  ❞  her throat feels hoarse.  she might have been screaming when she attacked their assailants   ❝   are.  you...okay?  ❞