#fragilium

[maniipulatic-blog]

          “Queen Elsa? I- what are you doing here?” Surprise overtakes his features, busy hands freezing to hover at his side as shock keeps any further thought from processing into movement- the last that he had heard of her, she’d fled the city but it seemed he was woefully wrong on that front. Best play it safe for the time being. "I mean, were you not in Arendelle before?"     // @fragilium  ❤’d for a starter

[arkhanomayor]

#nowplaying #consecration #fragilium https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzs6LRQJaWaopcKaO6Jth50kT5K72aKO1iffYE0/?igshid=nq7uac3dxuy5

[newfoundedcourage]

     Bilbo had lived in the Hive for a very long while, and he had seen terrible events take people and shake them to their very core. The city had been peaceful for a long while, and yet he hadn’t seen a person look so glum then the women who had caught his attention. Perhaps it was the kindness his mother had instilled in him from day one, or the mercy he had learned on his travels that had the hobbit rush forward to her.

   “Excuse me, Madam? Forgive me if I am being too bold, but I perhaps have a chocolate scone with your name on it.”

   “It is perfectly safe. Promise.”

@fragilium​

[janenju-blog]

        ↪ fragilium​  )

✾ ----- IT WAS WEIRD for an area people called ‘cultural’ to have such a activity-deprived night life. It was likely the norm, at this hour even more so. The silence that accompanied it --save for some particularly eerie howling-- was off-putting in itself. The combination gave off a faint, perilous air that caused Kurama to be a bit on edge. His fingers locked carefully around a rose’s stem, holding it at his side. The proper care and precautionary measures had to be taken when traversing such foreign places, defenseless as he was now. Steeling himself for anything that may come down the literal road, Kurama pressed on along the pavement of this ghost town for a sector.

It wasn’t long until he noticed an impromptu transition in the atmosphere. Not only had it managed to grow a bit colder out; Kurama also began to feel a blood lust of sorts on the back of his neck, making hairs stand. It was then that he encountered a young woman standing nearby. At this rate, they would both be begging for trouble if they chose to linger.

         “You may want to return home soon, this area is getting dangerous.”

[crubas]

➵ ;; perfect storms.

    ➵     Frost encrusted forms, he’d been trailing them. Pillars of horror, regret the final spark now stilled forever in their eyes. There’d been echoes of them all over, but only now had he managed to reach one before the law-keepers did. It was too grand a display to just be self-defense, and he was far too knowing of her wiles to ever be convinced otherwise.

     A scrunch of his nose, mouth tightened, and he’d thrown over this unfortunate soul. Sturdy enough to keep its shape, but not enough to keep an arm, apparently. He knew well this ploy, but, gods forbid, he would trudge straight to its root anyway. There was a boldness, an intolerance edging his step, face like an oncoming thunder. He was prepared for this sure battle of words, but just did where did she flit off to now? Baiting him like that-- how she dared.

     And when he’d come to an isolated area did he should his frustrations, swiveling and parting his arms.

          ❝Okay, your majesty! You got me! I’m here, raving at the air like a lunatic!❞ his tone was souring by the second he remained unacknowledged.

Patience dwindling rapidly, he dropped the sarcasm as his arms fell back to his sides with a clap.

          ❝---I’m not playing your damn game!❞

[sead3vil]

fragilium

【 ⚓ 】 The pirate had yet to claim the city as his own treasure. Everything was so different and fragile, Motochika couldn’t let his fishy fingers let it slip if he were to ever leave the cities grasp. ‘Treasure!..Treasure!’ His bird would squawk tunefully at everything they passed,wanting to own it.Hues caught glimpse of the woman.Something about her made the man shiver,as if a cold wind brushed against his spine in the middle of warming weather. “Aye.. “ Motochika murmured.

He would stop in his tracks and extending his arm towards her. “Now I haven’t seen a castle fer’ you to be in.“

[deplxrable-blog]

fragilium

♕ Ice.

  It was something that Jadis had used to terrorize the inhabitants of the magical land that Aslan had created; it was something that she had to  master after a very long time. It was something that was taken away from her upon arriving to the city, and while her rage against the scientists appeared for a brief moment back there, she realized that she might be able to get back at least some of her magic, and that was oddly comforting.

  But then, she too knew of a young lady with the powers that could manipulate  ice and snow, and no more. So when she saw the queen in the desolate forest that was blanketed with snow, Jadis gave her a small, meaningless smile to greet her.

"Brilliant weather today, yes?"