@goldrisen asked: '✉" (Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did.)
[SMS FAILED: Iliana☀️] Have you always been able to manipulate light?
[SMS FAILED: Iliana☀️] It must come in handy when you are out in the wilderness and there are no man-made light sources for miles around.
[SMS FAILED: Iliana☀️] Do you attract moths?
[SMS FAILED: Iliana☀️] Yes, I know that was a stupid question to ask but you can't blame me for asking it.
[SMS SENT: Iliana☀️] I found a book about sun summoning while perusing my grandmother's bookshelves that I think you may be interested in. Why don't you come over to mine and I will show it to you? I've already ordered us a takeaway.
"Yea I've been on my toes so long I forget what the ground feels like on my heels."
Not her favourite detail about her life that's for sure.
"Honestly I just want to know if you think you can actually get the hybrid god killing relic or if I need to look into other avenues."
Sure it's straight forward but Katherine doesn't have time to fuck around, and shes tired of the games. She just wants her freedom from Klaus. Whether that means actually killing him or forcing him into a truce she didnt really care. As long as she was free.
"I suppose that directly correlates to how sturdy and how killable you are doesn't it? If you're immortal then I'm going to say not that bad. If you can die? Then I'm gonna say pretty bad actually."
⸻ ˏˋ°•*⁀☼ @goldrisen ⸻ the starter you didn't ask for but receive anyway. and I'm very sorry for the beginning (or am I?) but I can't help it. This is the beach episode our Muse's deserve.
The Californian sun burned with the intensity of a hurt teenage girl, raised by a family running on sarcasm, where the mother had taught her confidence and her father supported her every dream. Therefore, everyone at Santa Monica's beach either felt utterly insecure about themselves or were left speechless and a wee bit in awe. Zeev felt much more like the latter as he stretched his limbs on the towel, slightly annoyed by the fine sand leaving trails between the creases, and took in the scorching heat like a recharging Duracell. If it were just him, he would have most definitely lounged directly in the sun without any fears of second degree burns, but as it is he rarely visited any big cities without his favourite company—and he couldn't take responsibility for his husband to turn redder than a lobster shell and wail in pain while shedding, too. Therefore, the beach umbrella provided them with a bit of shade, but it didn't hold off the heat.
The nap had done wonders and Zeev felt content, with newly gained euphoria and motivation, especially as he turned to the side and stole away a kiss off his beloved's lips, smiling while doing so, repeating the motion a few short times. He had planned to withdraw and head to the nearest ice cream vendor, but any attempt to leave the towel drowned within the waves of the ocean as Isaiah ran his hands across his hips and pulled him closer. With little to no resistance Zeev fell against him, chuckling sweetly against his cunning smirk and resumed the affectionate display of love and contentment. The relentless might of the sun evaporated any other glint; a flame just a concept that never came to fruition. Yet, there was an unmistakable glow around Zeev as his presence welcomed Isaiah's like he was just an extension of his own heart.
“Are you enjoying yourself, love?” the witcher whispered, circling the tip of his nose around his husband's, glancing down at him as his leg moved in between his, hovering above him like the tide on the safe shore.
“Yes,” he hummed in response, kissing him once more. “Although a bit dizzy, but I believe that's because of you.”
The amused scoff received company by his everlasting worry as Zeev raised his hand and brushed over the other's forehead, leaning the back of his hand against the warm skin. Unfortunately, the witcher wasn't that good at figuring out if he was overheating as Zeev himself maintained an above average body temperature. Sunburned or not, Zeev took every chance to take care of him. So when he finally managed to peel away—even though his body immediately felt a thousand times less complete, like he was missing a significant part to function—he went to grab a bottle of cooled sparkling water as well as a cup of strawberry ice-cream with colourful sprinkles and a wafer.
As he moved unbothered and liltingly, very aware of his husband’s eyes lingering on him as he moved away, he couldn’t help but wonder how he had deserved to have his life turned around completely. He had, quite literally, moved out of the shadowy surroundings of his former home towards the light he had always felt most pleased with on his skin.
He smiled at the sound of kids playing in the sand, building sandcastles of their dreams, and the smell of salt, stirred up by the gush of waters at the shore, pushing and dragging whoever and whatever dared to come close. Everything felt utterly beautiful on a day like this. Within him, surrounded by what he loved most, covered by the sun’s gratitude and care, blazed the joy like a forest fire promising the growth of new life.
Smiling, he looked back at his husband, arms folded behind his head as he dozed in the heat—until he got swarmed by two little kids, his nieces, who were most definitely demanding playtime, while his aunt took a well deserved rest on her husband's lap while chatting with Sarah, his mother. The entire clan had suggested a family vacation of a different kind. Instead of staying in Greenville or Petoskey, everyone had been willing to try something else for a change. Zeev wasn’t so sure about the others, but he was enjoying the summer sun tremendously.
As Zeev let his eyes wander over the busy beach, taking in the sight of something he had rarely witnessed in his life, he took notice of something else too. No, not a thing, a person.
It wasn’t a weird sight per se, as it was just a person at a beach. A blonde woman, within the sun her hair held a paleness rendering it almost white. Like the harshest of rays, whitened by spectres of colours. She held herself with confidence which was already drawing the attention of a few other people too, as Zeev noticed. An admiration for something familiar yet strange that he knew all too well. He had been exposed to that for all his life.
He felt weird staring at her like that, even though his intention most likely was entirely different. If he didn’t know better he would have suspected her of being a member of a certain Coven that he knew didn’t exist anymore. Not like they had once. Besides, him being here was already odd, but having another witch of the coven wandering the sunny beaches of Santa Monica? Unlikely.
Still, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that some part of his association was right. The sun welcomed her, wrapped her up, shared her light differently than with all the other visitors. Seemingly even differently than him—a thought that settled with gnawing disgruntlement.
A nudge reminded him that he was still standing in line for ice-cream. He stripped her off his attention and returned to the more important task at hand, taking care of his family. Offering the kids and Isaiah a refreshment and some water, saving his husband from cavorting in the sun too much. To his luck, Evangeline and Arwen decided Zeev was a great substitute, challenging him to a round of “throwing the beach ball” with rules the witcher didn’t manage to grasp entirely and to which he was certain were changing most of the time anyway. Winning, however, was secondary. He would gladly lose at any game as long as it promised fun for his nieces.
At some point a surprisingly strong kick of Evangeline sent the ball arching high into the air, spiraling around itself till hitting the back of the head of a visitor. Evie gasped, following her favourite uncle (she would say the same about Isaiah as well if asked, though) towards the assault victim, yapping her apologies like a bursting avalanche.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I’m very sorry, that wasn’t my intention. We were playing and I wanted Zeev to not get the ball and I was so eu—uh—euphoric and then I kicked really hard. It even hurt my toe a bit, but that’s okay, are you okay, ma'am? You are very pretty!”
Zeev chuckled, brushing over the little girl's head, barely eight. “My apologies, too. I most definitely should work on my agility, but—oof, moving in this heat? I’m already terribly lazy when it comes to sports, I’d rather enjoy the sun.” Involuntarily his eyes scanned hers, these violet blues that stirred something within him. A familiarity. Like looking at sunflowers and being reminded of their name-giver, like golden ornaments that spark memories, something deeply rooted within his past, present and future. Evie, seemingly intimidated by much the same presence Zeev was feeling—although not understanding why—moved closer to him, hiding against his side, curious blue eyes still fixed on her.
“Would you mind some ice-cream as an apology? I heard that it prevents concussions”, he joked, certain the soft plastic fabric of the beach ball had not left any major injuries anyway, but he wanted to maintain a conversation. At least till he knew if he wasn't just looking at a heat haze.
send me a ⭐ if im one of your favorite mutuals and explain why
Thank you. <3 The same goes for you, as your presence brightens up the dash and it would be far darker without you on. I appreciate you so much. The crow in the GIF is me and Lupin giving you hundreds of kisses.
@goldrisen asked, Fluster my muse in 5 words or less: "I will bring the sunlight."
He wasn't entirely sure what her intentions had been when she uttered her statement through simpering tones; perhaps flirtation had been her goal or she was trying to get under his skin just enough to goad him into unleashing his dark power just so she could unleash her own before sitting back to watch her powers intertwine with his own (he highly doubted she wanted to kill him, as he was too important to her like she was to him), only it wouldn't work because he was far too focused on finishing her tarot card reading. He flips the last two cards over and his jaw tenses when he sees that both of the cards depict the image of the sun; of course she would get multiple cards of the sun, he thinks to himself. His own tarot card was death. His gloved hand recoils backwards as if he had just been burnt and he creates a gust of vacuum energy to push them gently towards her. He didn't want them anywhere near him.
❛❛ You may keep them. I don't want them. I don't want to be reminded of something I will never be able to fully witness without having to shield my eyes behind sunglasses. ❜❜ His voice remains unfazed though all of it is a mask, as he is trying to keep it together and not think about the events that had left him permanently facially disfigured. He watches as the shadows in the room move forward to circle protectively around him and he reaches his hand out to touch them. ❛❛ Would you want cards that remind you of something that could lead you to your early demise? ❜❜
Just wanted to take a moment and tell you how much you are appreciated and adored on this space ! Your portrayal of Pete goes above and beyond , and Hereditary is so far removed that they wouldn't know what to do with what you've given this muse . So glad to see that you are out here creating and expanding , as we love to see it . When you are feeling down , just know that with your talent , you are able to lift any muse you create into the sky without the need of a jet OR a hot air balloon . You are adored and you should be told this more often .
I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING INTELLIGENT TO SAY EXCEPT A BIG HUGE THANK YOU BC I TRULY LOVE PETER GRAHAM WITH MY ENTIRE HEART AND I TRY SO HARD WITH HIS ASS!!!!
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄, but it isn't for the sand and it definitely isn't for the people. No, Peter loves the beach specifically because of the ocean.
❛ So full disclosure: I can't surf, ❜ he starts, looking almost comically small in the wake of her surfboard as they make their way along the boardwalk. It certainly isn't deterring him any though; the idea of submerging himself in the deep atlantic blue is as attractive as it is a relief after working so hard all day. He may not be making as much progress as her, but hell if he isn't just as keen as she is to get in there. ❛ But I'm totally jumping in there. You can go vibe on the waves while I... I dunno, roleplay as a water-type Pokemon. ❜
Don't question it. The bottom line is that he'll be vibing too.
@goldrisen / random starter loosely based on plot stuff!
