#gildstar

[fatedevour]

@gildstar replied to your post “break out the fire-water, it feels like some muses...”:

aether on his fifth or sixth glass - “huh?”

" . . . Are you planning to just keep chugging that the whole night? " Theta stares, though it's hard to pin down what, exactly, he might be feeling on the matter. If anything. Clearly it had no effect thus far, so it wasn't exactly a liver worry. Plus, it'd grow back either way.

[yeonban]

Send an emoji + three (3) different characters / muses that my muse must pick from.

@gildstar asked: 💍 - fuck, marry, kill. [aether, albedo, dottore]

Although Subject Two does brace himself for what might next emerge from the traveler's mouth once it becomes clear that an (alleged) question has been brewing in the confines of the other's mind, by no stretch of the imagination does he expect it to be something quite as inanely irrelevant as this. The absurdity of the presented topic (or perhaps it is the audacity required to utter it aloud?) is enough to prompt a brief lift of Subject Two's gaze from the flask in his grasp and drag it onto Aether's visage, as if scrutinizing whether this interaction might count as a dull attempt at an ill-conceived joke, or whether it is indeed the brainless inquiry that it comes across as. To the homunculus' lament, it appears to be the latter. ❛ You certainly possess your fair share of incomprehensible curiosities. ❜ A muddled mixture of derision and sincerity, in sync with the alchemist's decision to allow his eyes to fall back onto the task at hand. (He does not mind inquisitive natures. He does mind blatant wastes of his time.)

To disregard the other's presence altogether is the first thought to surface, yet as no further queries have been posed by one as consistently nosy as the fellow blonde, it seems to Subject Two that the traveler is presently keen on prying into the workings of his mind on this particular subject alone, for reasons that the alchemist struggles to comprehend. How regrettable that this bout of curiosity is misspent on the most opaque matter that has ever graced the homunculus' ears. Is this topic of discussion one of the famous "conversational openers" that run rampant in human societies, or is it a creation from Aether's mental boredom? No sooner do Subject Two's ruminations begin that the silence is broken again by the same question (as if he has not heard it the first time) and it grows increasingly evident that should he ignore it a second time, he shall not be hearing the end of it even come nightfall.

Thus, the homunculus weighs his options. Ignore the bothersome creature and receive no sliver of peace for the remainder of the day; or entertain Aether's nonsense and use it as an opportunity to demand something in kind. The logical choice is fairly obvious. ❛ I would kill Albedo. ❜ Though the irritant currently at his side is a similarly revolting being, ultimately Aether bears no relevance in the grand scheme of things; unlike the haunting organism that has been deemed better than Subject Two. ❛ ...I suppose I would marry you. ❜ Not out of sympathy nor out of fondness (his heart is entirely bereft of such pleasant emotions when aimed at this renowned traveler) but because marriage represents a human construct, one which holds no significance in the eyes of a societal reject such as he. (And perhaps more importantly, it does not demand touch in the same manner that the last proffered option does.) ❛ And I would... ❜ Could Aether have phrased this any more crassly if he had tried? ❛ ...fuck Dottore. ❜ A blithe sigh marks the end of the ordeal, as Subject Two decisively puts the matter behind him. ❛ Now. In the spirit of equivalent exchange, ❜ A notion the other has surely heard at least once or twice during his time with Albedo. ❛ You will do something for me. ❜ He does not care about potential refusals, nor does he care to enlighten the other as to what shall be asked of him. There will be no turndowns accepted. ❛ Follow me. ❜

[pinchofdeceit]

@gildstar &&. replied... what’s ravioli.

❝ why, i reckon that's a loaded question 'round these parts, par'ner. ❞

[pantaloane]

❝  i'm   docking   your   pay   and   revoking   your   food   privileges.    ❞    

[lumienary]

“ someone called me an imbecile goldilocks. AN IMBECILE GOLDILOCKS. ”

️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️" mm. . . but you do kind of look like one though, admittedly. not gonna lie. " SHESFUCKINGWITHYOUSHESFUCKINGWITHYOUSHESFUCKINGWITHYOUSHES

[tsaritsan]

once, two doors opened into a dark sea. an attempt at salvation which granted only loss; an event she could not stop. it is not the abyss' hand that cleaved flesh from bone, but she despises it regardless, tar-like and filthy. it must have its excellence, as all things do, but she has no need to discover it. execution awaits the polluted.

the agent who presents the report is shaking. anastasya's eyes are cold as their voice quakes, only listening: various nod-krai factions continue to disrupt facilities. we are still quelling rebellions in the east. all uninteresting and easily handled by her harbingers, though necessary to air. nothing requires her word, not until⸻

“ there has been a sighting of sir aether's sister, along the tracks to snezhnograd. ”

she does not need to see @gildstar's face to note his sharp inhale, the way every eye turns to him ( except hers ). a fascinating development; and yet, an expected one, the inevitable sort. of course the abyss would find its footing in snezhnaya, swallowing the deaths of countless soldiers. almost admirable, its drive to conquer.

alas. she is better.

one slight wave. an inclination of her head. “ should you, or any other delegations, cross paths with her again, have her slain. bring me her flower. the one in her hair. ”

anastasya turns, finally looking down at assorted plans. malicious frost seeps from her fingertips, dances on paper sheets with the cold. “ inform your subordinates. the kill order is my will. ”

[yeonban]

Unprompted.

@gildstar asked:

is this how you propose to subj2

The silence is deafening as Subject Two stares in what can only be described as unbridled repugnance at the so-called idea of a marriage proposal, and it fleetingly brings an unsavory question to surface in his mind. Do you view me to be an undignified, bottomless hole that thinks with its stomach? What a repulsive perception to have. ❛ It would seem that you have a very shallow understanding of how I operate, if you believe something like that would garner anything akin to a positive response out of me. ❜

[pantaloane]

me too, pantalone. me too.

again i'm still surprised that aether checked a good portion of these bingos LIKE??? still didn't GET a bingo, but some of these are DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO ONE.

𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨   𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞      ⋆˚✰ ˖⭑       .ᐟ