#liedvoels

[draiodoiir-blog]

♬

♬ = singing to them

    If there was a silver lining in being trapped in the confines of this city, it was that there was more of a free time to bond with Azura in the free time he had not attending the academy. Back in their realm. The time would be rather sparse since he had the responsibilities of being the cornerstone in the advisement of his older brother. But here in this city. He didn’t have anything else to do for the meantime. Least until the issue of wealth comes along. But he was capable of overcoming that.     So he had the remainder of the day to drop Azura a visit and hope at best to keep a conversation flowing. He often geared the conversation towards his step siblings interest seeing how in many ways. Leo was entertained by those who were passionate about cultivated their artistic talents. Whether that may be with creating works of art, music, and playwrights. He was presented with an enthusiastic Azura that wished to sing a song she had been working out recently. Needless to say, Leo sits as her personal audience to gauge how it sounded so far.    Soon after, Leo had to blink before wry smile tugged at the edge of his lips.

     “No, you must be joking. Your song sounds completed. No way this is a work in progress, Azura.” He jested. Now he was curious to hear the supposed finish product was. If it reflected the rather melancholic but uplifting tone of the song. Then he was more eager to take another listen. “It sounds great so far.”

[ruralaptitude]

{ @liedvoels }

 There was no mistaking that song; one heard many a time throughout the army’s ranks, whether from their resident Songstress or others repeating it as they worked. To be entirely honest, Mozu had caught herself shakily singing it as she tended to some plant or another in her downtime more than once.

 Habits kicked in and she hummed along to Azura’s singing, getting lost in the notes and entirely missing the fact that the actual singer stopped, leaving her performing a rather strange solo act. The note she was on came to an abrupt end the moment she did realise, jumping a little in place.

 “Ah--! Um, sorry, Lady Azura! I-I didn’t mean to interrupt, s’just... y’know, it’s a pretty song and all!”

[draiodoiir-blog]

@liedvoels

      A hand covered his mouth on reaction. With several sneezes blasting out of him. His nose sniffed, arm were raised to clean any residue that was hanging off the edge of his nose. This certainly wasn’t a good start to the new year. Developing a cold. Just fantastic. Though fortunately for him. His day was starting to wind down after having his day focused on his studies at the cities academic forums. Leo took a moment to sit by one of the benches by himself as he waited for the train to arrive. 

[edacitaus]

This is not the first time a hunting night hadn't gone according the plan. In this city with multidimensional people guessing if people are just human or something else can be complicated. For the ghoul's dismay, some of her prey weren't ordinary. Which led on a badly injured ghoul, and having no other option then crawling away and wait for her wounds to heal at a painfully slow pace. Needless to say that this is humiliating, that even normal weapons can pierce through her skin that used to be like steel back in Tokyo. 

Her chest heaved with great effort, trying to keep her conscious from slipping away and focusing on breathing instead. But the lacerating pain on her side and he broken ribs made it difficult. How ironic that the binge eater herself would ever be part of such ridiculous scenery.

Having someone walk on her like this however had happened only once. And it still annoys her. The fact that it’s about to happen again doesn’t make her any happier, either. It is barely night, but she can't help tensing her jaw when yet another person would sight this prideful monster like this.

             "Could it be that you possess a sixth sense for people who are in distress? Gah-- Sorry, it’s kinda hard to keep up a smile, but you’re lost, darling. This is not place for someone like you." Despite the urge to lure that girl in, there was doubt that she could handle even a human the way she is. Without a meal, or a miracle, this will take more than a day to heal up.

@liedvoels

[latrocinari]

AESTHETIC MEME | AZURA | @liedvoels

“I've made up my mind as well. I will follow you down the path you've chosen.”

[maniipulatic-blog]

@liedvoels  ( AZURA )

          “It’s a tad chilly for such a lovely lady to be alone, is it not?” Rings of faint laughter fill the air before him, voice hushed as if fearing her reaction should he have startled her. He flashes her a smile, adorned with the most charm and welcoming tints that he can muster with only a handful of hours to say that he’s truly rested on. 

          “That is, unless you aren’t. In that case, I’d have to say I have something currently occupying my time.” Playful banter. He’s found albeit reluctantly that they’re easiest to allow someone into a bubble.

[silvadion-blog]

▹  @liedvoels

      he’s moving along with a sense of purpose, with little wasted movement; he feels it worthless to do anything else right now. his only desire is to escape this vast prison he’d been flung into, null kept safely in his poke ball. though he hadn’t the faintest idea as to why null went back to its’ base form, rather than the silvally that he knew that null could become. 

      really, there were far more pressing matters on his mind at present.

      all at once, however, he felt himself pause - only for a moment, but that moment was all it took. an almost heavenly aria rang out not far from him, almost as though it was drawing him in. of course, singers were meant to entice the public, drawing them in with their voices to hopefully hear the song that spoke to them best: the clink of coin in their coffers. it’s almost aggravating in a way, but he refrains from commenting this time.

“ hmph. i assume you don’t take requests. ”

      really, he doesn’t know why she would.

[thoronfaire-blog]

@liedvoels

The book rests limply in a hand dangling from the bench, the reader idly snoring atop the wooden bench he’d been sitting upright on just a few minutes prior. Eventually, he drifts himself awake, as if in a sort of haze, before shaking his head and groaning. It had happened again, evidently; his sleepless nights bleeding into his everyday life and causing him to pass out without warning. At least he’d been on the bench beforehand, or else he’d be napping on the ground.

Again.

“Ugh... I’m sorry miss, I hope I wasn’t kicking in my sleep.” He lazily says to the woman standing nearby - presumably, he had somehow chased her from the bench in his sleep through some act or another. Maybe he’d said one too many strange things, drifting in and out of a constant nightmare brought on by his past haunting him at every turn. It wouldn’t be surprising if that were the case; she certainly didn’t look the type to hold interest in his personal demons.