#hyposelenics

[schismatica]

smiles politely ( i could have filled out the entire thing but i can't make her too perfect-- )

/ the best thing abt Anaxa is that even in areas where you struggle, he is always willing to teach as long as long as you are willing to learn 🥺🫶 he has a hard to understand way of thinking & speaking but he's definitely not cruel ! ( but also Bina is perfect and she gets a card blackout in spirit <33 )

[cresenshi]

* ˖ ·ﾟ @hyposelenics ╱ ❤'d ❣

"That  singing  I  heard...  did  it  come  from  you?  you're  beautiful.  The  way  you  sang  was  hypnotizing."  Minako  hesitated  for  a  moment,  as  though  unsure  whether  she  should  approach,  before  continuing.

[mendakium]

@hyposelenics ⊹ prompt ⊹ [RUN] Sender and Receiver run a few laps around a track. ( for Pantalone maybe? it sounds so funny to me )

             isolated from the raging storm outside, the training grounds of the palace were insulated expertly enough for comfort. Still, no activity undertaken within its walls, across the artificial fields and rinks, would ever be pleasant to one such as the Regrator.

His coat, in its undeniable class and quality, has been folded and left over a bench. But even without its furs trapping heat inside, sweat has already formed and soaked through the only layer covering his torso and arms, turning the fabric into a miserable cling against his skin. It leeches warmth from him as it cools, counterproductively, until the shirt he wears feels useless against the creeping chill amidst his... exercise.

At some point, enough has to be enough, whether for his health or dignity.

❝ This is absurd. ❞ His voice slips out on a low wheeze, cracking faintly as he braces himself against the wall. In truth, the Regrator's run barely qualifies as a jog in comparison to Columbina's effortless pace around the field. It vexes him as much as it humiliates. Any future recommendation for physical exercise will be met with a refusal comprised of all the violent conviction born from this exact moment, regardless of purpose.

Slowly, he moves towards a seat. Any surface, at any accessible height. His weight drops onto it, and heavy coughing wracks through his body in powerful waves. ❝ If this brings you joy, savor it, Damselette. I will pick death over repeating the experience. ❞

[dewrose]

[ COTTON CANDY ] for my muse to buy your muse cotton candy ( so cute )

◜　 ♡ ॱ𓏽 the fair is bustling with food and drink stalls, children running with their colourful balloons and fireworks going off in the distance. she waits patiently by the ferris wheel for columbina to be back, swinging her body in the spot as a moon twinkles upon this world, bright and large and so different from the moon seen from earth. it's moments like this that remind nikki how far from home she is, but how beautiful and new each world she steps into can look.

she hears her name be called in the distance, that soft familiar voice instantly grabbing the pink-haired girl's attention as she notes @hyposelenics walking back towards her, holding ... cotton-candy ! "i didn't know you like cotton-candy, bina." and it's a little different from earth's, larger and fluffier with the colours of a unicorn and tiny candied ribbons adorning it. but then columbina hands it to her and her eyes widen at the pleasant surprise, expanding the curve of a growing smile. "for me ? you're so kind." fingers pinch a bit of it out, though instead of trying it first she holds it to the girl's mouth with a sugared ahhhhh waning her grinning lips.

[frostwoven]

" i'll stay until you fall asleep. " ( for Lauma! )

Sleep. 

A  very  rare  thing  for  the  moonchanter. 

Ever  since  she  was  a  child  ,  sleep  was  something  she  had  struggled  to  gain.  Being  able  to  hear  the  animals  chattering  away  at  night  ,  she  found  herself  rather  frustraited  at  how  tired  she  could  be  ,  and  yet  sleep  not  find  her.  Even  now  into  her  adulthood  ,  Lauma  rarely  was  able  to  get  a  full  nights  sleep  ,  if  she  slept  at  all.  Known  to  go  days  without  rest  from  time  to  time  the  moonchanter  was  nearing  complete  burnout  from  over  working  herself  ,  in  hopes  that  perhaps  she  might  be  able  to  get  some  rest.

Columbina's  presence  seemed  to  put  her  at  ease  ,  more  so  than  she  was  used  to  ,  and  when  the  moonchanter's  movements  have  become  heavy  ,  and  more  work  than  even  she  could  handle  ,  that's  when  Lauma  called  it  quits  ,  returning  to  her  chambers. 

❝  you  don't  have  to  ❞ a  light  blush  ,  ❝  I  apologise  for  not  being  a  better  host  ❞ ,  spoken  through  a  yawn  as  her  head  finally  hit  the  pillow.  She  wasn't  all  that  bothered  about  being  covered  up  ,  but  she  did  like  to  cling  to  her  blanket  ,  bringing  the  softness  close  to  her  chest  ,  fists  held  handfuls  of  fabric.  Grounding  ,  when  everything  else  felt  uncertain. 

[tome]

@hyposelenics 's starter call.

IF  there is one thing Sunday has learned throughout his travels, it's that the moon looks different on every planet.

In Penacony's Moments, there is almost no such thing. The sun always seems to shine brighter, after all. Midnight brings nothing but darkness, a simple passageway between all the dreamscapes. In Golden Hour, the moon was considered the Grand Theater itself. In Dreamflux Reef...

Feathers ruffle against his cheeks, shaking him from his reverie. Ironic, how through all his efforts to stay grounded in reality, he still frequently finds his head lost among the clouds. It's been a substantial amount of time since Sunday escaped Penacony, and yet its effects still linger. He sighs, gently pushing himself off the rail of the balcony he was leaning on before sipping on his drink. No alcohol, of course. He finds that being intoxicated does him no good — as his friends say, he is a  ' depressed drunk '.

And in this brief moment to himself, in a peaceful stop the Express chose for respite, he cannot afford to dwell in any more sorrows.

He glances again at the view of the moon gleaming from the balcony. Or the moons, rather. This planet has two, one a shimmering pale blue and the other a soft gold, orbiting in sync, an eternal eclipse. The blue moon is much smaller than the gold, and the more Sunday looks at them, the more familiar he finds the sight.

" ...Huh, "  he notes in amusement, taking another sip and finally tearing his eyes away from them, that eerie reflection of his own irises.

Here he finds a woman similarly alone, the only other person willing to be out in the balcony of this quiet bar in this freezing eve. Her posture, her clothing and her demeanour all give off an air of elegance. But Sunday finds himself drawn to the wings nestled in her hair. A Halovian, or mere decoration?

... He'll call it liquid courage, but with the lack of alcohol in his system, none of his friends would believe him.

" Cold night, isn't it? "  He starts, raising his glass in an attempt to start conversation. Having lived his whole life conversing under a diplomatic pretense, Sunday can be embarrassingly inept at casual talk. Or he thinks so, at least.  " I believe it's because of the waves. They're particularly strong here, given there are two moons to pull them back and forth. "

He gnaws on the inside of his cheek, a subconscious habit. One that is hidden. One that cannot be reprimanded.  " But please correct me if I'm wrong. It's my first visit to this planet. "

[glaciescustodia]

Sentence Starters. // Accepting.

@hyposelenics - " Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now. " ( for Paimon! )

While some might think unusual to not be glued at Lumine's side, its actually very normal, even before the traveling duo first stepped in Nod-Krai. So for the anomalous pixie to come wandering in by herself, within Silvermoon Hall, should be to no surprise.

This aside... people should really stop trying to be all sneaky.

One of these days somebody will get stabbed (by accident mind you) because of how much more alert Paimon is, yes even in a place like the Hall.

Still, in no way does she reprimand Columbina, that is not the reason for visiting.

''Yes well, i hope you don't mind Paimon for bringing some Lohikeitto'', if the warm aroma of salmon is anything to go by, of the bowl the pixie was holding.

''Not for myself, i mean'', hence how she held it out towards Columbina, along the relevant ustensil.

[inyvat]

@hyposelenics | Continued

Lumine frowned, usually when she made food and drinks for Columbina, they were promptly eat and with vigor. But today, no such thing seemed to be happening. Columbina was lost in her thoughts. She wondered if she still felt sad about what had happened to Sandrone.

"Is everything okay, Columbina? You haven't touched your drink or your food." she asked after she got done tilting her friend's chin up so she could look at her face. Her eyes were closed and while that was fine, she had wanted to see if there were any indications of what she was thinking on her face.

"You know you can always tell me what's on your mind."