#literanis

[paramythas]

𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

@literanis asked: ❛ If you wanted to touch me, you could’ve just asked. ❜ (cold as ever, sensing belial's ever looming and beckoning presence; his shadow that has very real presence. but asking doesn't always mean approval. it just — and only ever means — that he could've asked.) — from faa to belial

𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 — 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 like asking doesn't necessarily bring approval, neither would it actually bring satisfaction. Lucilius settles always- pristine, pale, perilous- just out of reach, immovable, inviolable. Like the pared-open flesh of an apple, tempting but unwise to actually reach for. Jaw aching with the desire to bite, all he can hope for is to touch. To be allowed to touch, without the need to ask. As though he is someone that the other welcomes, rather than something he daily reconsiders whether or not to simply tolerate.

Between them, the distance is the uncrossable distance separating thought and deed.

And his creator has made him canny enough to understand it.

Understanding does not always equate acceptance, however; an existence that is meant to learn, to consider, will also learn to decide.

He has long since made the choice to want.

"You wouldn't have replied." It's neither question nor speculation, but fact. Though the angel of cunning cannot always fathom his superior's thought process, he nonetheless knows him well. Better than anyone, he'd insist, regardless of the facts. "And I'd rather take the risk, if I decide to."

He wouldn't, he'd never- even if he would, he'd never accomplish it unless it was allowed.

(Never. And yet, he wants.)

"More than that..." As expected, he looms close, shadow falling over him like an omen. Long fingers linger, both miles and millimeters from the eerie pallor of his sharp jaw. "It would be most exciting to be asked."

Something that is by his very nature, therefore, more impossible still.

Ah, but to be wanted in return...

... wouldn't that be something, Cilius?

[astralend]

⏳ porhaps about his earliest feelings being awake/alive if bubs even remembers that ╱ @literanis

They haven't really talked since ... well ... their situation was complicated. There was a time where the dusk god and the dawn god were reborn as new entities, and the young dusk god felt nothing but deep admiration for the new dawn god. Not that he'd ever admit to that- he'd rather go through the agonizing experience of Chaos rotting his flesh than ever admit to something soft.

Still, Lucilius asks, and there's a part of him that can't keep quiet, much as he wished to.

Hesperus never stopped adoring Lucilius, even if Beelzebub wanted his head on a pike.

❝ Weren't you there for that? We were awake at the same time, shaped for the same purpose as our predecessors. Or were you already too caught up in your research? ❞

❝ You were curious from the start. I was curious in my own way, but I sought different things. We were made to compliment each other. ❞

Hello, Hesperus.

Shalem's voice is soft and gentle. She looks at him like he's something precious to be protected. She looks at him like he's this perfect work of art, and it's because he is. He is too naive and inexperienced to understand that perfection is a limit.

Welcome to existence. You are awake now, and there is much to experience in the vast skies. I think there is much that you will learn to love. You are made in my image, to take on my role. You are a catalyst, divine portent, and you are perfect. Even so, my wish for you is that you will become even more.

❝ My creator wished for me to grow and change. While she spoke of perfection, in the same breath she urged me to find more. I looked for ... inspiration in that change. I lacked understanding in what it meant to need growth. It seemed that altering my form was not enough. ❞

Lucilius was beautiful clad in white and gold. Hesperus made note of a strange contrast between that and the rather evident flaws in the other being. Lucilius' flaws seemed to be a source of growth in their own ways. Those flaws drove him to understand more. To strive for more. Lucilius seemed ... discontent with the way things were. Lucilius shaped new entities. Hesperus wished that the young dawn would simply turn around and look at him and maybe find all the answers he needed.

❝ Your purity was dazzling. I was left in awe of it and had little understanding of why. There was nothing that you had that I did not possess, but you continued to strive for more. I realized then that there was something. I did not possess flaws. I was golden and perfect and it was tragic. Even the smallest insect had the potential for growth, where I had nothing more to strive for. ❞

Look at me, Hesperus wished to scream as he writhed in pain. Look at me and know what I have done. I did it for you, because we were supposed to complete each other.

Lucilius watched with a cold, clinical stare. He did not praise the dusk god for his efforts. He took notes of the iron wings. Hesperus felt rage, found that he could no longer look Lucilius in the eyes.

Instead, he considered taking one of those blades and driving it into the soft, pale flesh of Lucilius' throat. Then, he'd watch the other lay there and choke. He'd resist offering a hand to help.

❝ I am able to grow now, and I have. I should thank you for that. I am no longer shackled by limits. You showed me that it was the nature of imperfection that would allow a being to rise above its predestined potential. ❞

[paramythas]

𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

@literanis asked: Of all the dorms, Heartslabyul had the oddest of them all. While the others had the uniqueness of locale, this one was just.... kind of weird? Their rules were strange because, well, they were all strange! Flamingos and crocodiles, white roses that survive being painted red, and everything in between. But one thing she did kind of find cute were the little fellas kept in their appropriate cages. Strangely colored hedgehogs lazed about in their enclosure, with someone standing there to report whether it decided to sneeze or not. Yuuka isn't immune to a little cutesy stuff, tough as she can be sometimes. With a small finger she waves her gloved fingers in front of the cage and their little snouts sniffed curiously. "Are the hedgehogs your choice, or tradition? I didn't even think you were allowed to keep animals. Most schools where I'm from don't unless it was part of a specific class." — yuuka to riddle!

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 to multiple members of Heartslabyul over the last couple of years, Riddle still finds himself stunned when the subject comes up. Of course, his affection for the little creatures that are one of the main staples of their croquet games is obvious. Despite his attempts to hide it, most of the students in the dorm have figured out- rather quickly, to his consternation- that the Housewarden is quite weak to the hedgehogs. So more often than not, even if there's a student on watch, Riddle himself stops in on occasion to check in whether he needs to or not.

Thus, he's only really surprised when Yuuka assumes they're there because he likes them because he thinks the croquet thing was explained to her. If not, Ace and Deuce will certainly have some answers to give him as to why.

(With how much time she spends with them, and by extension, in their dormitory, giving her at least a mild understanding of the Rules seems reasonable to him.)

(It is not reasonable. In the slightest.)

"They, much like the flamingos, were the preferred 'equipment' of her majesty the Queen of Hearts." A strange preference, knocking around one living thing with another, but the game was a gentle enough one (especially beneath Riddle's stern gaze) and in the end both hedgehogs and birds seem to take it as some manner of enrichment. "While I do think perhaps animals with sturdier bodies might have made better balls... well. That's hardly my decision to make." A finger scratches under the chin of one of his favorites- a little pale green thing called 'Peppermint', and Riddle returns him to his cage after another moment, turning to look at Yuuka.

From this angle, the slant of his wan smile is closer to a smirk, gaze sharp and sly.

"Though honestly- do you really think I'd be the sort to rearrange a rule for my own preference? Me?" One thin brow arches, as if to say 'come on now, you know better'- and perhaps she does, perhaps she doesn't. Riddle thinks that the memory of his Overblot should remind her how unlikely that is though.

"That said, apart from extenuating circumstances, most students aren't allowed to keep personal pets here. There are... exceptions, here and there of course but... well. They are the exception and not the rule, aren't they?"

[frostwoven]

[ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed.

— from nefer to lauma!

Lauma's  problem  was  that  she  always  -  both  intentionally  and  unintentionally  -  pushed  past  her  own  limits.  Her  worst  offences  were  always  after  scion  ceremony's.  They  took  up  bountifuls  of  Lauma's  power  and  energy  ,  to  which  she  usually  required  rest  immediately  afterwards  ,  but  today  instead  of  heading  to  her  own  private  chamber's  after  the  ceremony  ,  the  moonchanter  had  made  her  way  to  Nasha  town  alone  ,  to  pick  up  her  commissioned  Kuuhvaki  sensitivity  medication  from  Nefer. 

Stood  now  in  the  Curatorium  of  Secrets  while  Nefer  had  disappeared  off  into  the  back  room  to  grab  what  Lauma  had  came  for  ,  the  moonchanter  found  herself  feeling  a  sudden  wave  of  heat.  Her  heart  palpatating  and  ears  ringing  ,  Lauma  closed  her  eyes  in  an  attempt  to  regain  control  ,  but  that  only  fed  into  the  exhaustion  her  body  was  suffering  from. 

Hands  around  her  waist  were  the  next  thing  she  knew  ,  lifting  her  from  the  ground  ,  when  had  she  fallen  ?   

❝  I'll  be  okay  in  a  minute  ❞  the  moonchanter  protested  ,  but  her  legs  feeling  jelly  like  were  not  a  good  sign  and  after  a  few  struggled  steps  ,  it  was  clear  to  her  that  Nefer  was  not  going  to  allow  her  to  leave  in  this  state  ,  already  leading  Lauma  away  from  the  lobby  of  the  curatorium  ,  and  into  Nefer's  private  quarters. 

Lauma  was  unsure  on  whether  she'd  been  brought  into  a  guest  room  ,  or  Nefer's  own  bedroom  ,  but  being  sat  so  carefully  on  the  bed  ,  and  feeling  the  mattress  sink  beneath  her  only  enticed  the  moonchanter  to  want  to  lay  down. 

❝  I  should  go  home  ,  you  don't  have  to  do  this  ❞ 

But  she  was  already  being  pushed  back  ,  head  resting  against  a  pillow  that  had  been  adjusted  perfectly  to  accomodate  for  her  antlers.  Perhaps  resting  a  while  wouldn't  be  the  worst  thing.

[paramythas]

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

@literanis asked: ❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver — from eula to illuga! (outdoor rationing, she has some to spare for him; she knows the mondstadt wilderness best)

"You really don't have to..." Sharp eyes- gold on violet, and pretty for all their intensity- land on him and Illuga's protest falters immediately. He knows that look. Not only has he earned that look plenty in his childhood, but he's given it as well. It's the look of someone who knows what they're doing, and dislikes the insistence of someone acting otherwise. Snapping his mouth shut, he looks back down at the bowl in his hands and sighs softly, shaking his head.

For all that her manner is brusque and her tone frosty- miss Eula is as kind as he'd expected from a Knight of her apparent caliber. Having realized he was not only a touch lost (more so than he'd dare admit, and embarrassed besides) but also low on supplies, she'd immediately begun chastising him. All the while, she'd been leading him ttoward her camp, seemingly not only prepared to but insisting on sharing some of her food with him.

His hesitation with regards to her own rations had been met with a scoff, nose turned up in a way that was (in his opinion) quite endearing.

"As if I wouldn't be able to hunt for food in my own kingdom! Foolish! You'll have to be taught a lesson for that!"

He'd thought he'd offended her enough that she'd rescind her offer, but no. Instead, miss Eula had simply made it a point to demand his map and, after pointing out their current location, marking places with things he could gather on his way.

Ears burning, he'd thanked her profusely- but found himself wondering how often she found herself scavenging. Really, her quartermaster ought to be providing more than enough for her expeditions, so...

Illuga caught himself before he felt the need to actually ask. To imply that the person in charge of her supplies might be incompetent would definitely be a step too far.

Still, he does wonder.

"...thank you," he finally says, and lifts his spoon to take a bite. He pauses, blinks down at his bowl, and then looks up at her, expression astonished. "You made this with standard rations?" If the disbelief in his voice is obvious, he can't pretend to want to take it back. Making something that tastes like this with only what she's been given from a knight's rations... "Do you- would it be too rude to ask for the recipe? Or... if you have any tips-?" He leans forward over his bowl, eyes wide.

"I'll take anything really, if it means I can make my meals when I camp out even half this good-!"

[auguryfae]

@literanis (Nicole) sc

She   was   staring,   gawking   even.   For   an   amount   of   time   that   certainly   wouldn't   have   been   deemed   appropriate   ..but   Linnea   could   hardly   help   herself.   

Beautiful   people   and   cute   critters   were   basically   the   same   thing!

"YOU'RE...   SO....PRETTY"

[furinasopera]

@literanis  {  Non-Verbal  Starters  |  Accepting  }

[  NOTE:  ]  sender  writes  a  note  for  receiver.  the  contents  are  whatever  the  sender  decides.

(maybe  it's  a  special  note  stuck  atop  a  book  cover,  specially  written  for  Focalors  as  a  rough  draft  of  a  fontainian  tale;  it's  an  invitation  to  some  tea)

—  from  Nicole  to  Focalors!

 It  was  a  surprise  that  she  received  a  book  wrapped  with  thin  straps  bound  over  the  cover  with  a  note…

She  didn't  expect  to  be  receiving  mail,  but  she  was  delighted  at  the  surprise.  She  undid  the  bow  and  pulled  the  note  free  to  review  it.  Alice,  tea,  and  a  book  about  her  beloved  nation?  How  could  she  decline  such  a  gift?

She  took  the  book  with  curiosity,  pulling  the  bookends  open  to  look  inside.  She  was  absolutely  infatuated  by  the  artistic  engravings  upon  the  cover.  Nicole  completely  outdid  herself  in  her  design  choices  and  that  was  nothing  in  comparison  to  the  magnificent  contents.

It  was  styled  in  a  tale  format  that  also  seconded  as  an  in-depth  novel  detailing  important  history  and  geography  about  the  contents  within  the  tales.  It  was  bewildering  to  see  all  the  research  that  Alice  would  have  partaken  in  to  be  able  to  fill  it  out  with  such  meticulous  detail.  A  dedication  to  her  in  the  foreword  as  well?  Alice  knew  how  to  make  an  Archon  blush.  She  could  look  at  the  pages  for  hours  and  hours  if  she  so  wished.

Focalors  put  her  hand  up  to  her  mouth  as  if  she  was  trying  to  hide  the  blush  that  steadily  grew  with  each  small  detail  about  her  home.  The  tale  was  so  gentle  and  perfect  that  she  was  charmed  by  the  simplicity  that  came  with  its  grandiose  ideals  told  through  relatively  straightforward  means.  Alice  couldn't  have  managed  a  better  job  —  it  may  as  well  have  been  a  love  letter  with  how  flustered  she  got  looking  at  it  all.

Lastly,  she  reviewed  the  note  with  a  soft  smile  before  she  immediately  changed  to  starting  her  own  letter  for  Alice.

‘Dearest  Alice,

You  really  outdid  yourself  with  this  rough  draft,  are  you  sure  that  this  isn't  the  final  product?  I  can  only  surmise  that  the  final  product  may  be  like  liquid  gold  in  quality  if  this  is  a  rough  draft!

I  would  be  delighted  to  have  a  tea  party  with  you  as  soon  as  you're  available.

I  will  be  sure  to  have  read  and  reviewed  your  work  over  and  over  by  the  time  you  arrive  so  that  we  can  talk  about  it  when  I  see  you  next.

Thank  you  so  very  much  for  this  gift,

Sincerely,

Focalors’

[frostwoven]

⚈ What sweet things tend to happen to you from time to time RP wise?

casually sweet munday meme

⚈  What  sweet  things  tend  to  happen  to  you  from  time  to  time  RP  wise?

I  don't  know  if  this  is  vain  ?  but  I  guess  getting  some  really  sweet  comments  from  time  to  time  ,  and  also  getting  to  meet  some  pretty  awesome  people.  I  am  so  grateful  for  my  friends  /  moots  that  I  would  not  have  if  not  for  RP.