#hcmebcund.

[gcldenages]

@hcmebcund — “you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.”

he can't help but laugh. a sound that seems to echo off the edges of the shed and settle into the rafters like birds. anya is being serious, he knows, but his anya is always being serious; that is her way. " risk with no reward is no risk at all, anyuta. "

[gcldenages]

@hcmebcund — "I thought you knew better than this."

the sounds that escapes them is more animal than person — less of a growl and more of a snarl, like something feral is trapped beneath their skin and begging to be set free. but their brother tends to bring that out in him, so bacchus is less surprised by that than he is by the rising well of anger within him. " oh, of course, because, surely, you know what's best, right? " the words come out half-spit between them, and as a fist clenches and unclenches at their side, the god can feel the vines that creep along the cracks in the mountain, reaching for him in all his distress. " surely, psilofyr, you have to know what's right when you're wasting away up here in your blasted palace, huh? "

[gcldenages]

@hcmebcund — "I believe that when you truly learn to know and trust a person, you cannot help but like him."

vidarr tilts its head as it peers at her with eyes a bit too unnatural — a sickly yellow color that's too dull to be a daffodil and too bright to be honey — like the moon, maybe, if one could call the moon yellow. an inhuman color for a man who wasn't anything close to a human. " is that your way of saying that you know and trust me, ceridwen? " he asked, leaning closer. his canines seem to shine in some false light as he grins. " so you cannot help but like me, hm? "

[gcldenages]

@hcmebcund — sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

" oh, valiant! " its voice is loud, and song-like, and carries much further than any normal man's voice should ever be allowed to carry. but, well, bacchus is nobody's idea of a normal man. which is immediately evident by the fact that the god has, apparently, scaled the side of the castle to climb through the window of lucy's study and tumble through to lay on the floor. as he hops to his feet and grins at her, the god holds up a basket from which various fruits tip out of the top as they swing it around. grapes and cherries and apples, among other things — many of which are, unsurprisingly, out of season in narnia, but bacchus has never been the type to go by the seasons. " now, i know you've been cooped up in this boring room for far too long. come along, we've fruit to eat while you fill me in on what i've missed. "