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[ardenssolis]

softer prompts; no longer accepting || @isavari​

☀ for one muse to surprise the other with a home-cooked meal

     MOST OF THE TIME, it was best not to trust Ozymandias anywhere in a kitchen. He was exceedingly proud, so asking him to do something simple like cutting carrots might as well be equivalent to telling him to fold clothes. In other words, it was best to not bother. However, in the very, very rare moments that he did go along with such things, it was certainly worth writing down on a calendar since chances of him being that generous was no different from catching sight of a shooting star on a clear summer night. So, then, why was it that he stood before Ari now with a plate full of food? And why was it, that it looked edible? Was this a trick? Was the sweet aroma that wafted from that meal a lie? ❝I made you some baked gnocchi. I was not sure if you have had this before, but it looked rather delicious when I saw it in the recipe book.❞

     He was rather partial to Italian food sometimes, and so the moment he saw it, Ozymandias wanted to make it. It had been rather simple to throw together, the only thing taking a bit of time being the prep. Feeling awkward, he pushed it towards Ari a little when she stared, wanting to slip out of this situation and go about his business. ❝Anyway, I was just bored when I made this. That, and a pharaoh cannot constantly accept gifts from another without giving something in return. So, take this and enjoy. Since it was made my hand, surely it will be a dish to remember. Happy New Year as well, Ari.❞

[hitokiller]

“ tch, pairin’ me off wit’ th’ kind miss ... ”   he must be pulling the short end of the stick on these matches or this was a running joke.  from a far, she seemed to be gentle ----- it was hard to believe she was classified into a ruthless class ...   “ oi, are ya really an avenger ? well, jus’ take care not t’get blood on yer nice clothes. ”   //  @isavari​ ----- sc

[unwcvering]

@isavari asked  —

i’m killing someone, hold please.

critical role sentence starters || accepting

       The sudden declaration, asking him to pause while she conducted business, had left him unguarded and unprepared. He doesn’t force himself to think about the seriousness in her words nor does he allow the image to reach the surface, but he wasn’t so naive to take them lightly. Approaching hesitantly, El-Melloi II bowed with all the politeness of an English gentleman, gloved hand resting upon his chest. “With all due respect... I would ask you to reconsider and wait,” he requested, lifting his head only to meet her gaze, “Do not think my interruption is asking you to postpone your ‘work’, but it is only myself asking you reconsider. This ordeal could potentially be a misunderstanding.”  

[raajasii]

@isavari .  ||  ♛ one liner sc .

               ❝ Let’s find a way inside. ❞      The animals at the zoo wouldn’t necessarily be sleeping just because the people running the establishment did.  And in the grand scheme of things,  what did TRIVIAL details such as the fact that they’d be making themselves criminals for trespassing well past midnight even matter ?      ❝ I wish to keep---   I mean meet a wolverine ! ❞

[regalius]

[1/2] When Gilgamesh wakes, it's to the faint scent of coconut and caramelizing sugar. The apartment seems to have undergone a transformation while he slept--there are stockings hung along one of the walls for want of a fireplace, and wreaths and fairy lights strung around the living room. The biggest change comes in the form of an artificial tree, its branches made to look snow-dusted, the ornamentation in shades of white and cream and the occasional gleam of shades of gold.

[2/2] Avenger peeks around the doorway to the kitchen, eyes wide and guileless, and gives a brief, dazzling smile. “Happy Holidays, master! No openin’ presents ‘til Christmas proper, but… I’m makin’ Bebinca, t’ tide ya over ‘til Christmas mornin’.” And, perhaps, as a light apology for overtaking his home with the overabundance of her ‘holiday spirit’ as it were. 

               « 神秘 » There were rarely circumstances Gilgamesh would react with anything akin to disbelief, but if there had to be one, then this scene would be it. What had once been a simplistic abode, albeit decorated with golden relics of old and the finest in furniture, had now been displaced by all things Christmas. An eyebrow was raised as he inspected the extent of the transformation, expression that of one in deep thought and amusement. A change had not been entirely unexpected, the vampire had sensed Avenger moving about in the evening. However, he did not command her actions ( even if such was their initial contract ), so she was free to do as she liked. Moreover, the oddly enticing sweetness he had awoken to ought to have been a hint too. Yet, nothing could prepare him completely for the beaming smile on her features. 

              While there was nothing pessimistic about Avenger, it was the first time he had seen such genuine excitement over such an event. Perhaps he had in children ( souls who have yet to see the world ) he seen in passing, but she was no child. For one to have experienced the harsher truths of the world and not have their spirits crushed for all of time was worthy of his respect, and the admiration of others. She never ceased to entertain him with her words and behaviour, and today was no different. He had little interest in celebrating this occasion, it seems her mood was rather infectious.

              “It appears someone has succumb to the holiday fever,” he grinned, reaching the kitchen to peek at her work in progress. It also granted him the opportunity to place a distinctive hat of festive red and fluffy white. “As ‘punishment’ for rearranging my house without my permission, you shall be ‘Santa’ for today!”

                 As he nodded in approval of Avenger’s transformation into the fabled figure, the main living area underwent one of its own. The decoration remained, but one part of the wall now homed a rustic fireplace and the tree now sheltered a few extra presents. He had seen in many illustrations depicting Christmas, and a little change of interior design may just be one thing he needed.

@isavari, aka the spirit of Christmas.

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isavari replied to your post: new headcanon bc i’ve been...

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that’s what i said too honestly when i found out he had freckles i was like ‘oh no he’s .... cut e...’

[ardenssolis]

@isavari​ said (inbox):

While she's waiting for Rider in order to start their first baking lesson, she's taken to playing with the sphinx kittens, holding one up in her lap and crooning 'I just can't wait to be king' as if the kitten is singing it to the rest of them.

     THE SPHINX TRIO WAS quite confused as to what Ari was doing. Was this a game, perhaps? If that was the case, it was a very odd one. What was the point? Were they supposed to take turns sitting on her lap and being held up like they were flying? Hmm...trying to figure this out took far too much thought for any of them. The one she held like Simba tilted its head, a paw gently patting at her nose a couple of times out of intrigue. It was then that Ozymandias entered the room, fashionably late as he would have put it, his amused expression a dead giveaway that he had heard everything. ❝Heh, I can see you are having a good time right now. Were you singing ‘Lion King’? I was not aware that you were interested in Disney films. Regardless, what a nice voice you have! Perhaps singing a bit louder would serve you well.❞

[ardenssolis]

@isavari​​ said (inbox):

"Y' know, I had a thought," a dangerous opening line to be sure, but when it came down to it, the same could be said of most things, in the wrong conditions. This is what she tells herself as she barrels onward, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "An' that thought was, basically, if ya knew any songs worth teachin' in your own language...?" The last lilts upward in the vaguest suggestion of an inquiry, head tilting and lips quirking. "I... it'd be interestin' t' hear what it sounds like, is all."

     WHAT A WAY TO approach him. At first, his eye narrowed slightly as if he was expecting his fellow Servant to come to him with nonsense he held little to no interest in, but then the words that followed...now that was not something he could have ever foreseen. Someone in this building was always surprising him one way or another, but this? Well...this was something else entirely in how utterly unexpected it truly was. ❝You wish for me to sing to you?❞ Ah...he had not done that in a while. Perhaps the few times a certain trio came to visit him as they lied upon his lap or curled by his side, but no one else had ever caught even a hint of his voice in such a manner. The thought of singing in general was embarrassing enough, yet at the same time...considering Ari had always shown a great interest in his culture and religion, he supposed it was fine if she was allowed this extremely rare luxury. 

     Fingers drummed against the arm of his seat, Ozymandias seemingly disappearing into his thoughts. However, after a moment of drawn out silence, he gave a curt nod. ❝Very well. There is one about the Nile that might be to your interest. It is easy enough to learn, I think. It's one that was quite popular around the palace and within the city -- with fisherman most especially.❞ His mother quite liked that song too, although she liked a great many songs in general. It was through her and servants that he had so many at his disposal. ❝Be sure to commit it all to memory, Avenger.❞