#kingichor

[holyguardian]

@kingichor but tagging isn’t working so @stratagemichor

“I summon thee, o dark Lord.” she spoke calmly, her voice unshakeable despite the frigid winds whipping around her whispy form. A lone witch stood upon an ancient stone altar illuminated only by the light of the full moon. The colour of her soul stained by the wroth of a woman betrayed by man. “Everything I am, I give unto you.”

Upon the altar lay four bodies wrapped in cloth. The white fabric had stained, the bloomed fluid drying as a sickly brown. Witch-accused. All four had been wrongly burned. Learned women of the land with the knowledge to help the sick through native plants and tinctures.

“This body. The blood in my veins. The heart beating in my chest. The very soul that binds me here. All of it, become yours. Arise, dark Lord! Answer my call.” Aerith’s nose wrinkled in anger. “I SAID ANSWER ME!” her voice boomed.

Distantly, some few torches could be seen making the long ascension up the mountain. It was no easy task to bring four bodies up to the summit. Let alone to do so in complete secrecy, when she had been forced to rob the paupers grave where Circe, Hazel, Nova and Willow were carelessly laid. Incensed, she glared into the silence. Hand closing upon the hilt of her dagger, a tool often used in foraging the woods. She had nothing else to lose. Should those torches come to shine upon the alter, she would not be taken alive.

[rebelichor]

“remember, if you want to leave early, just call me and i’ll come get you, okay?" - kingichor

MEME → Familial and platonic prompts.

It was a massive step outside of her comfort zone. Ariadne still harboured so much distrust towards her peers, and it felt like she was about to open herself up to more pain and ridicule.

Though Wheaty wouldn't do her dirty like that. Right? There had been a couple faces she recognised from her school already, but most of these people weren't known to her. Perhaps they could be different. Though a small voice in her head warned that the people who did know her, the few from her school, would spread their poison about her here as well and she'd just be that weird kid others picked on.

Exhaling, she almost forgot she was in the car with her mother.

That deep sigh seemed to prompt a gentle reminder.

Head lifted in surprise, Ariadne glanced over. There was encouragement in her mother's eyes... and a stern kind of promise. They would come if she called. But she had to make that call.

"Okay." she answered lightly, sliding out of the car. Though she held the door open and ducked to look inside once more. "... thanks Mum." It was a simple exchange. So few words shared. Though Xemos would see the way the tension in their daughter's shoulders started to ease. It helped knowing that if she needed to call for help, someone would be there, and she didn't have to trap herself in a bad spot.

This wasn't like school.

@kingichor

[rebelichor]

If your character gave Ariadne a book, what would that book be (an actual book or a general type of book if you can’t name one) and what note (if any) would they write for her and where would it be written: on the inside of the title, on the first blank page, at the very back?

(@kingichor) Courtesy of Xemos… 'The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue'.

Inside there will be two notes : one on the front page, a simple 'to my darling girl - determination will lead you anywhere you wish to go'.

Then, on the back page…

'Ariadne, you are our pride and joy, living proof of the miracles love can achieve. You have already overcome so much, and will live to overcome so much more in your long life. Never forget just how much you can change the world simply by sharing that love - and never forget that to those who would use you for their own gain, you are more than capable of making their lives a living hell in return. Never fear the places you go, for you can light even the darkest ones with the strength and love in your heart.'

Emotional damage doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what her mother inflicted the first time Ariadne read the back page.

These are words that have been Ariadne's net time and time again. Whenever she faced a day that felt like a freefall without an end, she looked back on her mother's words, and like a hug from strong arms she felt grounded and steady again.

It would serve her well to be reminded of her own power. She never did have to create a living hell for anyone, such types always managed it on their own, through their own careless words and actions.

But it was a comfort knowing that their mother supported her even on her petty days. The book is well-worn. The spine creased with how many times she has read through it in her life. It stands in a place of pride, at the front of her collection.

[holyguardian]

— @kingichor​

[rebelichor]

Thinking of mother’s day, therefore thinking of Ariadne’s mother. Xemos (they/them) an archdemon King whose going to act like the most unbothered being you ever had the pleasure of meeting but in fact has an ocean of emotions underneath the surface that NO ONE CAN KNOW ABOUT. I think they tease and cause trouble so much because it’s fun but also as a defense mechanism to distract from more genuine feelings and moments and I just think they’re neat.

Anyway. Imagine trying to find them a gift. Ariadne, perfect daughter syndrome, struggles with this task every single year and yet she still hasn’t cracked the code. She could give her mother a twig and they’d be happy — the gift isn’t important to them, the person giving the gift is important to them, and it’s enough that their daughter had them in her thoughts when she saw said gift and thought “my mother will want this”.

[holyguardian]

💕 for either aerav, or aerxem uwo

MEME → Send 💕 (or “hearts!” if the symbol doesn’t show up) and I’ll fill out the following SHIPPING INTEREST CHECK for our muses.

I choose to fill this out for AerXem @kingichor, considering Ravus was my first ever ship for Aerith and established so many headcanons about what she's like in a relationship. I don't need to fill one out for him. He's the first husband.

Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

Additional comments because I cannot help myself: You know, I realise I selected "no" that we hadn't discussed shipping before, and I truly don't think we ever did. Xemos and Aerith have known each other a long, LONG time through roleplay. They're fast friends and they click. And they're not afraid of being friends who love each other and have a sexual relationship, but still consider each other friends. Of course it isn't all about the bedroom. I personally love that they fit into such a weird box and in the case of witching a relationship there would be all the more complicated with their power dynamic. You Have My Attention.

[rebelichor]

@kingichor

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

[enokvirkow]

“did you find what you were looking for?” - from kingichor uwo

That sudden voice, sounding like it was giving him a threat and a scold at once almost had Enok's heart stopped. At least he froze on the spot, caught, as he had just tried to sneak out of the royals' trainings grounds.

He was allowed around the innermost core of the Xe tribe - by being Ariadne's and Vergil's friend. But he knew that he appeared quite bold and a little suspicious by sneaking around in the dark where the family kept armour and weapons. Besides all that... Xemos was intimidating. The twins' mother easily towered over Enok, so he had to stretch his neck a bit to look up at them.

But even if Xemos was intimidating and this situation looked quite awkward for Enok... there was one thing that would always make him smile and chatter on happily. Ariadne.

And she was exactly the reason he had sneaked around here - and in fact taken something.

Lifting his hands to show the stolen goods... it was barely a leather brace. An old one, just used for training. In fact, Ariadne had worn them just today, when they had all shown off and imporved their fighting skills together. She had made a small comment. About how comfortable and nicely fitting these exact bracers had been. But they were old and worn off. So... of course Enok had perched at that comment, put it to memory and came here to get them.

"I wanted them for Ari's measurements.", he grinned vaguely up at Xemos, though his eyes lit up when he imagined gifting Ariadne the new pieces of armour he had planned out. Fumbling to then pull a piece of paper out, he held the sketches up, too. They showed the - quite improved and simplistic drawings - of bracers. The leather imprinted and branded with the head of a lion. Ariadne's favourite.

Peeking over the paper, it was clear that Enok could barely contain his anticipiation.

"Well... I am just unsure on the color of leather I should use... black, dark red or brown? I mean, red is her favourite, too... but I am still unsure. She wore a lot of dark armour recently. You're her mother... what would you say?"

@kingichor