#holyrisen

[guhamun]

@holyrisen said (inbox):

atlas shifts his robes around, removing his outer wear from his person to begin putting on his night robes. weariness plagued him after an entire day of meetings and paperwork. while he was a guest here in crimson's abode, he still had his work cut out for him. additionally weighed with the fact he hasn't gotten that much sleep either. he discards his uniform aside, letting his robes slump from over his shoulders for a moment as he ties his robes together. in the midst of tying, he hears the doors suddenly creak from his bedroom, and he stiffens, arms wrapping his robes further around himself-- but he relaxes the moment he sees jianyu's face. his robes remain slightly slumped over his shoulders, revealing his back to him. " oh ... it's you. "

JIANYU WASN’T SURE WHAT compelled him to visit Atlas at this hour. In truth, he had been making his way back to one of the guest rooms that had been prepared for him when he soon came to a stop before another’s. Despite having been told that he could stop by at any time, there was some hesitation as his hand came to rest upon the doorknob, fingers slow in their grip upon the cool surface of that gleaming metal. What if Atlas was preparing for bed? Would it be rude of him to keep him awake with his presence, then? He glanced to the side, sighing softly. The thought of leaving them be had come to mind…and yet…a part of himself was worried that if he stepped into this room, they wouldn’t be there. That this was some elaborate dream with him passed out at his desk with documents that still required his signature. Ah…but the other’s scent was tempting – tugging him forward even with all his uncertainties. Turning the knob, the door creaked softly to announce the presence of another before he stepped inside and closed it behind him with a faint click.

     Jianyu hadn’t moved far from the door when crimson gaze came to land upon the king in question, the mercenary pausing in his tracks upon catching a glimpse of skin exposed to the night. Quickly he had nearly turned his eyes away, an apology at the ready to be spoken for his lack of manners, but what he saw beyond that was what had given him pause.

      Those marks…

      Surprise flickered across normally impassive features, then something akin to rage gleamed within – a spark, a flame. He had heard a great deal about that tyrannical king of Stella. None of it good. However, there was a rumor – just a small one shared among his old company – that the king’s viciousness did not just stop towards his enemies or even his people…but his children as well. Stepping closer, the sound of his footsteps was the only thing to cut through the relative quiet as he came to a stop behind Atlas, eyes still trained upon every cruel, jagged line etched upon flesh. ❝Did he have this done to you?❞ Jianyu asked, his hand reaching out to almost touch, yet hesitant, lingering. Never before had he ever breached that level of space between them even back when they were younger men. It would have been…too intimate. Too close. But oh how his fingers itched to break past this barrier that both had about their person.

     Just once…

     Just for now.

[ardenssolis]

@holyrisen said (inbox):

" hehe, i realize that this whole time, i actually never properly greeted you as a king .... " crimson smiles, in a jesting mood. he would turn to ozymandias, kneeling down by one leg as he rests his hand to his chest, chuckling. " haha, is this the right greeting ? i am at your mercy now .... "

       ❝…❞ Oh. Oh…well… WELL. Ozymandias stood there, left with a plethora of rather complicated feelings upon seeing Crimson so casually take to the knee before him, hand upon his chest and that soft smile upon his lips. This was a sight he was used to, of course. Such was to be expected before the presence of a king, but there was something altogether different in this case when the dragon was involved. It was just because – it was – tch whatever! He was just unused to someone so large taking to such a reverent position before him is all. More so considering this was a proud dragon at that. Any ruler in his situation would be surprised in such a situation, surely. ❝Yes, that is…acceptable.❞

[maledictus-maleficus]

@holyrisen moved from here

" Excuse me, then. I do not imagine this will take long, but would you like to have your coffee first? "

[sungracd]

@holyrisen:   "  excuse me.  "   upon being greeted at the doors to adrian's abode,  a tall, seemingly young man with white hair stares down at them, blankly.   " ... i presume that euriel is here ?  "     /   silver ehehehe

"Ah. You would presume correct, Mister… Silver, I take it?"  That would explain why there's a demon knocking at their front door.  Adrian only takes a moment to look him over, finally having a face to put to the name they've heard a few times in passing.  The resemblance is strangely uncanny considering the two aren't actually related by blood.

"Last I checked, Euri was in his room. Although there's a chance he's made his way back to the library by now. That boy certainly loves his books."  Adrian can't help the fondness that lights up their eyes like a proud mother, further opening the door in invitation.  "Would you like to come inside? I'm sure he'd be pleasantly surprised to see you."

[delicategods]

SHE        HAS    A    SIMPLE    TRADITION    -        A    TASK    OF    GIVING    WITH    NO    RETURN    .        -        and    it    oft    starts    with    the    strays    of    a    city    she    attends,        and    so    she    is    in    back-alleys    counting    blessings    out    in    platters    of    food.        treating    the    life    of    others    ,    as    her    own    had    been    when    she    was    left    stagnant    in    planet-hood    .            she    gives    as    mother    would    ,        without    bound    and    barring    no    attention    on    the    nature    of    who    she    fed.        and    it    was    h e r e    that    she    found    a    gaggle    of    pups        all    needing    care.            𖥔𓈒   -        “    I    Have    you    -    don’t    worry    sweeties.    i    am    here    for    you    -    let's    eat    up    and    i’ll    get    you    some    place    better    .”        she    keeps    her    voice    low    -    for    on    the    other    side    of    them        is    some        BUSY    CAFE    -        SURELY    OWNED    BY    A    GIT    -    who    would    run    them    off    in    disgust    .                𖥔𓈒    -        “    I    Brought    enough    for    for    everyone    so    let    us    not        push    and    shove    .”        she    untangles    a    pup    or    two    ,        not    noticing    someone    l i n g e r i n g    behind    her.  @holyrisen  / yoru

[curmoritor]

@holyrisen asked: “ oya oya. you’re looking at me a little funny. is there something on my face ~ ? ” / taiyou (is it blood, is it jam, who knows)

You've heard many times in your life that 'staring is rude'. Whether it was directed towards your stares at other people, or things you simply overheard... you have been taught that it was rude, but you aren't sure why. You've even heard humans tell animals to "stop staring, it's rude". You truly don't understand them at all- And you understand the person in front of your even less.

Messy.

That's the first thought in your head as you watch him move. He's rather pretty, almost striking. Many people have told you that you are beautiful, but you are sure they are all lying. Humans and wizards alike are liars. Ah, your thoughts are roaming as he speaks to you. Why are you staring again~? That's right

The blood.

❛ Yea~ You reek of blood. I doubt you could ever wash the scent off of you. ❜ You say this with a giggle as your gloved hand comes up to wipe the blood from his cheek, giggling once more as you then lick it off of your thumb. Your eyes stay locked onto his own this whole time before you hum ❛ It's rare to see something so pretty soaked in blood, metaphorically. Do you find pleasure in killing~? Or maybe... you are some pretend hero? ❜

[thagyann]

she          sits          in          a          bed          of          dying          flowers          -          body          tense          and          hope          kissed          .          there          is          a          longing          within          her          ,          a          slow          remembering          of          what          she          was          before          the          stars          began          to          die.                              a          doctor          ameliorating          the          sickness          of          her          people.          a          good          life          catching          the          attention          of          something          ancient          .          leaving          fate          to          strike          her          a          deeper          task.                    the          decree          came          in          dreams          and          it          burned            TURNED          HER          BLOOD          TO          A          GOLDEN          RIVER.                    speaking          out          to          creation                    to          say          that          spring          had          come          back.                              and          it          challenged          her          ,          measured          her          worth          in          loss          and          pain          that          lured          the          eyes          of          a                    saintess          on          edge          of          madness          .                              but          nonetheless          she          went          on          -          and          here          with          her          sun          she          found          a          life          she          could          be          proud          of.

“          look          here       @holyrisen                           i          am          going          to          save          these          flowers          .”          -          a          smile          loops          around          her          face          -          catching          the          day          to          its          highest          point.                    SHE          WOULD          GIVE          THIS          FLOWER          BED          TO          HER          HEART.        make          it          forever          catching          all          the          lives          the          two          of          them          could          dream          up.                for          once          she          had          all          that          she          had          needed          and          all          it          asked          of          her          was          to          be          happy.          

[zorkaya-moved]

@holyrisen (taiyou)

"Babe, sorry, were you waiting for long? Surprise~" The melodic voice is followed by the knowing attitude. As if they are together, as if they are meeting up, as if they are ready to go on a fun date together. It's essential that he gets it. How bothersome, she doesn't want to deal with those annoying people but what can she do? The price of being a beautiful woman certainly can be bothersome, but some people needed to get a damn hint.

"Can you play along?" Zarina whispers, taking the man's hand in her own without much shame or embarrassment. If anything, she acts tense and attentive while gesturing behind them. There are two men behind, clearly interested in following the seemingly woman of their dreams. It's not what she really wants, and it'd be nice to act like he was waiting for her here. "They've been trying to get to me for a while."