#fearooren

[mythsought]

;; @fearooren

             “Ah.” The sight is familiar, if only by dint of a troubled description shared over wine, one late night. Not terribly long ago--distant like a dream would be, and close like a breath overside his nape all at once. There is no mistaking that quaking inside that clenches at his nerves, familiar in no small part to the way Aramis had elaborated (while Mekhi only wondered, almost with envy.) The sight of this grand design now is closer than he ever imagined it would be. There is no understanding what it is that shakes his bones at the sight of these strange, divine things, no matter how many he has seen and touched, in dreams or in would-be deaths. He feels. That is the closest thing to understanding that he has.

           “He spoke of something like you. But he could speak for days and not translate a drop of what it truly was, to see. I’m sure he has even more questions for you than he ever had of me.” And Mekhi can sympathise, with the way his chest all but burns in this unexpected company. The wind lifts the tails of his coat, but much else about him besides his blinking eyes is perfectly, unnaturally still. “He never mentioned a name. Is that a thing you care to give out to wide eyed wanderers very often?”

[soulhalved-blog]

[ ♜ :: @fearooren ]

              “Aya-tan!~ You’re looking tired today!” He says as if he doesn’t already know why--and it’s shocking, after all, the things that Hyuuga does know about Ayanami by now. The candidness of the comment is yet telling of nothing but some brief observation he’s made; a genuine, mindless curiosity (and they both know better than to ever trust that part of Hyuuga’s person.) He leans with next to no reverence on the desk of their exalted commander and grins, grins so bright that his eyes near catch light with it beyond the swathe of black perched high on the bridge of his nose. He gestures animatedly, a gloved finger waving in loose, dancing little circles towards his own hidden eyes. As if he needs to make the point any clearer.

                “You’re getting a little dark under there,” he adds genially, chin sat in the palm of that gesturing hand once it has tired of its original, menial task. He sighs--the sound is lengthy and pushed to the theatrical extremes known only to Hyuuga’s too-jaunty attitude. “Well now, that’s no good. You can’t keep working yourself to the bone like this, you know. People will start worrying if they see you looking like that!~ Maybe you should take a break from all this tiresome desk-work at least, eh? So dull...”

[malig-n-blog]

For @fearooren

         “I... wonder many things about sensing you, let alone being gifted with witnessing you for my own sighs.” And what sights it is, beyond any mortal language, suiting only that of angelic tongue to describe aptly the immensity of he. However, from reverence Ayperos dares not speak any utterances as that, least he may insult and harden the face of one so grand. Remembrance calls to mind all forms, though focused as he is upon this alone instead of memories of long past. And while it is with myriads of discomfort, he stares on with crown lowered, with vocals utilizing a language more favorable, being that of the original Latin from which he were borne with, as with his every once great intention.

            “May I assure you, please, that my being here in such a holy place is with the intent of satiated curiosity, and not that of indifference to the cause or, more suitable though it would be, the dismantling of.” Still, until wanted, initiated, he takes no action than that of mouth. “I seek only to speak with a certain few present. Neither for the taste of their souls or the toying of their lives, but the wonder of how some may be yet so mortal, even when they have already banished Hell from touching them for their purity. Is it not acceptable for me to speak with men of such magnitude without cause for stumbling?” 

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@fearooren

        Scarcely ever has traveling been permitted - kept off and parted from his person as some loss love. This ancient misery cascades as easily as water, though, for each step removes from him some foul bitterness for the absence of much no longer so sorely aches. Still. Still, much has changed. The air presents itself stranger, the soil more quiet, somber than before. Nothing at all entirely lost, but - enough. Enough for wry being his smile, softening only upon this presence once near enough itself to be noted by his own weakened essence. 

         So, to smile with more true jubilation in this holy place, and softening is just what his tone, portrait, person has become. 

        “Should have known one to be, but - you, specifically...” while not having sighted the being, still speaks the earth with greeting. “Would you indulge me, I wonder? Though if you’re here - perhaps time is not so expendable...” 

[devilesque]

fearooren replied to your post: fearooren replied to your post: ...

aye 8) then i will use verloren for first 8]

[ALL WELL AND GOOD THEN MY FRIEND YES]

[devilesque]

fearooren replied to your post: 8Ic

lol the baby 8) verloren or ayanami? your choice 8)

[IT COULD EASILY BE EITHER omf I am not certain how he’d run into verloren but it’d be interesting to explore the holy-and-not angle with those two WHEREAS WITH AYANAMI THE TWO HAVE A BIT MORE COMMON GROUND TO COVER LMAO]