#incuocation

[vicarlunares]

" Don’t touch me! I am not to be touched, " shouts @incuocation

The approaching hand stalls mid-air, suspending its motion at barked command. Yet, compassion remains, with an unique curiosity staying the demi-god where he crouches. No response rings from sealed lips with a morganite gaze scanning over what misfortune has befell this woodland alcove.

With any respect for the woman's wishes, Sanguinius moves to stand at full height. The long feathers of his holy wings cascades along his towering form, cloaking him in speckled beige.

" Are you injured? " he asked, voicing the intentions of his impersonal breach of her personhood.

In any manner, a hand remains offered; palm up with geniality— should she want it.

[cordbound]

starter for @incuocation!!

"it's a beautiful morning, it's a beautiful day."

[b1oodhunt]

[ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ?

As someone with a chronic illness as well as being LGBT+ they know there are a lot of cultures out there that hold negative perceptions of them. Bloodhound doesn't feel like they neccesarily "belong" or feel connected to all communities across the world or universe. However they have no desire to "belong" everywhere. They have places, people they feel comfortable with and those peoples' opinions are the only ones they care about. So in short, they feel like they belong but only in limited contexts. They dgaf about not belonging in spaces outside of their chosen favorite people or locations.

[woefell]

ARAMINTA ( @incuocation ) said ❛ i'm sorry. i tried to stop it. ❜ princess mononoke | accepting

He was caught between two minds. A part of him, the fatherly side, wished to assure her, to soften the blow and make this a teaching moment and not a lecture, but the part of him that was the professional, the man of progress, wanted nothing more to condemn her idiocy and punish her for the failure. In the end the first course won out out of pure pragmatism, he had never found the level of aggression he craved to actually amount to something desirable. He preferred to have those under his authority actually tell him when there were issues.

Aurelius sighed has he cleaned the last of the mess off his arms. At least blessedly the incident happened in his workspace, if this amount of viscera had gotten on his good floors he would have chosen violence. "These things happen when you're starting but much of this can be avoided if we are methodical. We must first endeavor to understand the magic and the construction of the spell then be exacting in our preparation. We do not jump to practical application of anything."

[woefell]

🪦 : what hill would they die on?

Somehow Aurelius is a man who will die on even the smallest, most fucking bullshit hill and also will abandon nearly every principle he's ever had in a heartbeat to avoid an unwanted/unnecessary/unfavorable conflict.

Aurelius at his core is a deeply petty person, a pedant, and a "well actually" type person and he does not like when someone is flatly wrong (either factually or just has an opinion he doesn't like) and it goes uncontested. So he will come at you like a maladjusted rottweiler and he will not let this shit go.

At the same time he is also a very self service and self-preservation focused person so if he feels like giving into this impulse will be a negative for him then he bites his tongue and waits for a better moment to get back at them for whatever this was that pissed him off.

[woefell]

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

I would say most parts of himself. He was not raised in an environment that allowed for self-expression and self-exploration. Unlike his older brother Narcissus who's natural reaction to the abuse and grooming was to fight, meaning here that he worked to express and individualize himself as much as possible, Aurelius' strategy to protect himself was to fawn, so he allowed his sense of self to be obliterated from a young age.

Even as an adult he has not felt safe or capable of getting into this much, only doing as the work he has because he was forced to by becoming a father. On the whole he simply does not have the tools to engage in this process, just like many real life people who are raised in these toxic communities and eventually leave. do not have the words or tools to do it either. It's just simply not something they are taught or allowed to do so he doesn't exactly know where to even begin, though he also knows if/when he does it will probably destroy him so he is... not exactly rushing to do it.

Aurelius is someone who has shut down the majority of his self for years in order to survive, so it's unclear what's even really there outside of his obsessive research passions and devotion to his son.

[vicarlunares]

" But it was not god who spoke. It was you, " said @incuocation

Seated above all, granted an honored office, Sanguinius is once more cast into his role of Heavenly judiciary. Godhood he refuted, the notion like ash over his tongue, yet he could not escape the claims. Never did his visage aid him in sequestering his rank to match the humility of his humane nature — what remained of it, at least. At least what humanity he fervently believes lived within the flesh of his body and in the blood of his bones.

" It was me, " he agreed there," but, then, what does that make of me? A savior? A guiding voice? A God, too? "

Scarlet eyes train on the woman for an answer, severe in their observation. It only serves to further prosecute him of divinity — this, and the mere image of a man haloed by visible light casted from an unseen force, flushing his wings with warmth and his strident gold ringlets with darling luminescence.

[vicarlunares]

[ SIT ]: Sender sits on receiver's lap — @incuocation ↪ a cute, cuddly quasit named grimmle curling up on sanguinius' lap, maybe~?

Very few dared so close to someone like Sanguinius. In all his gentle fairness and marbled perfection, it wasn't the smooth cut of his image that people feared to brush near as it were his random && unpredictable temper.

So, when claws clamor up his ivory and crimson robes, crushing into the brocade until it found purchase up over a wide thigh, the Great Angel was surprised to find a creature of some sort needle its talons into his chiton before banking up into his lap.

He considered it briefly, pondering if he should shoo it away so he can return to his reading, but it appeared stubborn to go. Then, came a sigh of relent, before a calloused hand brushes along the length of its spine from neck to tail in languid motion.

" You know you shouldn't be here, " he chided with a teasing tone usually reserved for mulish children," she will be looking for you. "