#gildstar

[heavnsign]

“ sing for me, my pigeon of music. ”

looks at him with deadpan eyes.

[predvestnik]

“ You’re hurt? Quick. Eat this. ” Shoving an egg, a steak and an entire roast chicken into his mouth.

Restores 9% HP.

Restores 14% HP.

Restores 24% HP-

[vonbirden]

@gildstar eyeing her side bangs. scissors behind his back.

He's up to something again. She knows it. An audible groan for her sanity. Why does he keep looking at her like that? She turns away just so he doesn't see her mess with her hair. What was wrong with it? What did he know?! “ Ugh, Spit it out already! ”

[fatedevour]

EXPERIMENT STATUS: RESUMED ( Post 6.6 starter call ) Protocol resumption initiated by: @gildstar

Months have passed. At first it had been days, and then those days had turned to weeks, and those weeks had turned into months. There's been no stirring on matters regarding The Doctor beyond the expected lingering effects. THE ROOSTER'S AND SNEZHNAYA'S AID CONTINUES TO FLOW TO SUMERU and there are whispers about the harsh if not fatal punishments that (supposedly) befallen the former harbinger's subordinates. As harsh as the deepest bite of winter's fangs ; something that should be expected of the harsh winter-lands. Lingering anticipation and unease slowly begins to relax, and then fade from memory. Life moves on, fates now no longer bound in iron shackles as they had once been under the demands of the Heavenly Principles. Sunny days bring laughter and people make plans, and dreams, and no longer wait with baited breath.

The deadliest incidents however often happen in silence ; the explosion is only ever the aftermath like a gas leak turned inferno. It doesn't need the flame to kill - but it certainly makes it easier.

The cage closes without an ambush, without fatui soldiers pouring in or ancient mechanisms groaning to life. It's more a web than a cage ; OR MAYBE IT'S A HALLUCINATION. Because Dottore lingers like a phantom at the edge of town in the dying twilight, only a glimpse of black feathers, or the trailing, sharp-edged accessory of blue vials over his back ; a glimpse of a wing, disappearing through alleys and shadows and into the wilderness. ALWAYS AHEAD - no different than chasing ghosts and shadows. At least until they're far away, and the phantom sits amongst old ruins.

" I have to say, I'm quite unimpressed with your progress. " Dottore's voice echoes off the stone, many and one all at the same time. " But then again, you've never been particularly good at moving to your goals. Always dancing to another's tune. " Dottore turns his head slightly, mask concealing the red gaze beneath as he regards Aether. " Except, perhaps, your DETERIORATION IN PSYCHOLOGICAL CONDITION. " He laughs, familiar and harsh. " Chasing ghosts. Even a wild goose chase could warrant greater rewards. " Is he implying himself? It WOULD be very Dottore-esque for a hallucination to recognize itself as one. Or is it not? That is the complication that surrounds Dottore. How frequently he breaks and reshapes reality and the rules things SHOULD abide by but don't.

[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. ❞

[seascarrred]

"You know, I have to admit, Aether...When I first met you, I wondered just why you seemed so interesting to me. I mean, most new people are, but you? I knew there was something special about you. Now, here we are, after you managed to help kill one of the Harbingers."

Kaeya can't say he was overly close to Signora, but the woman was something of a figure of admiration for him. She did teach him how to best blend in among the wealthy, and to command a presence within a room. So, with a strange, unwanted heavy feeling, he attended her funeral with his father. He isn't sad about it, at least he doesn't believe himself to be. Still...Aether warrants much closer study now.

"I think we can drop the act with each other, right?"

@gildstar

[enkxateia]

aether!

[ x ] doodle req !

As far as I can recall ( my memory can be winky wonky ) I do believe this is the first actual time I've doodled this special lad !