#lorendiel

[sansgout]

the temptation is there, murmuring against all odds. sitting straight, facing away from him, he catches a glance of bare neck —- it looks . . . ravenous.

the doctor will go from behind, gently placing wine in front of the other before gently bringing his nose up to neck : senses are heightened and it takes ALL not to press lips against the others’ lightly perfumed neck. hannibal takes a small breath, inhaling the others’ scent before smiling to himself—

“ hmm—- delightful. ”

/ ٩( 'ω' )و

@lorendiel || ٩( 'ω' )و aggressively back at you

It's become a game, this. One in which Vincent's willingly involved himself . . . and so he can't complain.

(Does he want to, truly? Should he? More so with Hannibal than ever, he finds himself in constant battle with those questions of want and need— Despicably horrifying.)

For here he sits again, astutely aware of the man's approaching footsteps, aware of the absurd effect his closeness brings, but despite all that . . . there's no effort to lean away. He feels that presence like an all-consuming shadow over his frame: alarming, but alluring. A comfort and a risk. A strike of panic and a strike of exhilaration. And even before that exhale brands heat all the way down to his shoulder blades, Vincent's holding his breath.

Again with him. Again with this man.

He minutely shivers, hand twitching closer to his wine glass, though not yet trusting himself to claim it steadily. A turn of his head, enough to catch the other out of the corner of his eye, and that same side of his mouth quirks as he breathes again. “You noticed . . . ? Yes, it's new.” Vincent speaks of the fragrance, of course. He ignores the ridiculous thrum in his chest, gathers the will to pick up his drink and oh-so-casually swirl the contents.

“Perceptive as always.” Only then, riding that burst of willpower, Vincent turns fully, practically shrugging the doctor away from him to meet his eye. “Had enough?”

But the dulcet layers of his tone suggest that might very well be more than just a challenge, and perhaps an invitation.

[poswiecenia-archive]

A letter with gold lettering can be found addressed to, SIGNORA.

unprompted.

( 🦢 )    ALL HARBINGERS HM ?

WELL SHE DIDN'T have much choice in attending with the tsaritsa gathering them all for some archons damned event hosted by the regrator. if anything she could enjoy be a fly on the wall while it no doubt would devolve into passive aggressive interplay.

SIGHING , THE FAIR lady lowered the invite to get up and prepare for the festivities that she was contracted to attend.   better be worth her while and at the very least entertaining.

[tartagla3]

he will slide a glass of the infamous DANDELION WINE,

" tell me of it. . . " he places his hand on chin, deep in thought before adding,

" the abyss, i mean. "

ㅤㅤ❛❛    the  abyss  ,  huh  ?   ❜❜   that  gets  a  sigh  out  of  them  ,  the  abyss  wasn't  something  they  liked  talking  about  ,  it  was  something  that  reminded  them  of  who  they  used  to  be  ,  that  drug  trauma  up  that  they  continued  to  try  and  push  away  so  they  could  pretend  that  they  had  some  form  of  normalcy  in  their  life.

ㅤㅤnot  that  normal  was  really  something  they  could  strive  for  anymore  .

ㅤㅤ❛❛   it's  …  hard  to  explain  ,  because  ..  when  i  was  younger,  it  was  terrifying  ,  dark  ,  the  unknown  around  every  corner  .  ❜❜   they  reach  out  to  take  the  glass  of  wine  -  staring  down  into  it  as  they  attempt  to  gather  their  thoughts  .

ㅤㅤ❛❛   now  ?  it  almost  feels  like  home  ,  it's  still  terrifying  ,  lonely  -  almost  suffocating  .  you  could  get  lost  so  easily  because  you  can  never  truly  tell  what  direction  you're  going  in  .  i  don't  really  know  how  else  to  explain  it  .  i  don't  …  other  than  cold  and  suffocating  ..  yet  somehow  feeling  like  home  .  ❜❜ 

[tidaltow]

a firm but gentle hand brings percy’s elbow down.

“ your form is loose here. when swinging, keep your elbows in. move with the momentum like — so. ” the captain manages to land a soft hit on percy’s side. a small laugh leaves kaeya at percy’s sudden huff.

@lorendiel || sparring bOYS >:))))

This just in:

Going who knows how long trapped in some feral, Rules Don't Apply to Anyone or Anything, “you're on your own, kid” wasteland (the Abyss; we're talking about the Abyss) with no real instruction made a guy sloppy. And it wasn't totally fair, you know—? Percy was positive he'd received some sort of training before this. He could handle a sword. (Yes, he meant more than just “Grab it by the hilt, not the blade, dummy.”) Muscle memory did plenty of work for him. But at the end of the day . . . ?

More specifically, against a highly skilled swordsman? Yeah, fine, so maybe Percy needed this instruction. (Again.)

A single touch to his arm hits like an electric shock. He's had tunnel vision until now, running on purely adrenaline, and when Kaeya brings him back to the present (to everything he needs to be paying attention to), Percy jolts. Kaeya corrects his form, and just as he's making a mental note of, Yeah, that's not so bad. I can remember that, no problem—

Yes problem.

Kaeya lands an easy hit. Way too easy. Unforgivably easy. So, on the other hand, forgive Percy for answering that hit with a mildly agitated huff and a look to match it.

“Yeah, yeah . . . ” Percy backs away from him, rolls out his shoulders, and paces a circle like a caged animal. Or maybe just like a guy who thought, Well, if I can't do anything else, at least I can walk a lap. “I'll do better, promise.” He spins Riptide in his hand, faces Kaeya with resolve. “So, you ready for me to come at you again?”

[tidaltow]

“ oh ? why, if it isn’t percy. i thought i sensed sarcasm. ” / from kaeya :’)

@lorendiel || the sarcasm is too powerful u-u

Percy's first thought is, Archons, I hope Kaeya can't suddenly read minds or I'm in real trouble.

Followed promptly by the trailing correction, —or everyone's in real trouble. (And the “everyone” of that statement were probably at a higher risk than Percy himself, really—which was the shocker of the century, considering his usual luck.)

He hesitates in the doorway, one foot teetering out in front of him like he's playing a game of The Floor is Lava and he's run out of furniture to climb on. But as any self-respecting self-sacrificing man would do, he takes that step anyway. “Guess this rules me out of stealth missions,” Percy murmurs. (It was just as well. He's never been good at keeping his mouth shut, anyway.)

“What else can the Cavalry Captain sense on the fly, and should I be concerned?”

[wndknight]

      blue eyes blink a little bit more the moment she sees him ; though of course , jean can't exactly be truly surprised by the sight . the acting grandmaster comes closer to the man , a small chuckle leaving her lips as she crosses her arms .

   "" already sitting down for lunch , captain ? "" it was rare to see the blonde out so early for her own lunch break ( for a matter of fact , it was rare for her to use her hour at all , even ) , but thankfully , today she was able to finish her papers just in time . "" and would you mind if i joined you , today ? ""

|| @lorendiel asked ! . . . “ why, salutations, acting grandmaster. ” he’s easy to offer her a sip of his drink, not missing a beat — as if he’s just where he is supposed to be. / from kaeya 🥺

[tidaltow]

“ now, ” kaeya props himself next to the other; a mischievous look within his gaze,

“ what a fine day to bring hell to the gods, don’t you think ? ”

@lorendiel || a fine day, indeed

You may be wondering, Do you two have a death wish?

Well, Percy couldn't speak for Kaeya. He was pretty sure no one could; the guy hoarded secrets like a dragon and spit out lies like they were hot (so, still sort of following the “dragon” idea). But as far as himself—?

Hey, y'know, there were technically worse things. A few came to mind, but it was better to just not talk about them.

“What, did Jean let you off your leash today?” Bad idea, he thinks, but mostly for everyone else. Especially since he's already rolling his shoulders back, shaking himself out, basically giving every possible sign of Yeah, sign me up that he completes with a sidelong smirk. “Let's keep you off it for a while.”

[tartagla2]

“ oh ? ” color the captain intrigued. when met with a questioning gaze from the other, he continues, not skipping a beat :

“ your eyes ARE like sapphires. ”

ㅤㅤ‘  your  eyes  are  like  sapphires  ’

ㅤㅤit  catches  them   off-guard   -   they're  not  used  to  others   complimenting   their   eyes   .  no  ,  instead  they're  used  to  the  quiet  whispers  about  how   inhuman   they  look   ,   how  there's  no   shine   ,  no  life   ,   dull  and  unsightly  .  it  had  become  something  they  had  grown  used  to   -   both  by   people  they  didn't  know    &&   by  harbingers  who  used  it  as  a  way  to  tear  them  down  .

ㅤㅤnot  that  they  let  that  slide  ,  of  course  .

ㅤㅤyet  ,  here  they  stand  now  before  him   -   and  they're  unsure  of  what  to  say  .  they  want  to  make  some   witty  comment   ,   laugh  it  off  and  say  he   must  be  seeing  things  .   another  part  of  them  wants  to  ask  if  this  is  some  kind  of   joke   ,   if  he  is  playing  games  with  them  because  truly  -  who  would  say  their  eyes  looked  like  anything  as  beautiful  as  a  sapphire  ?

ㅤㅤ❛❛   you   …   sapphires   ?   maybe  you  need  to  get  your  eyes  checked  ,  sir  kaeya  .  many  others  would   disagree   with  your  declaration  after  all  .   though  ..  i  suppose  it  is  nice  to  hear  .  no  one's  ever  said  that  to  me  before  .     ❜❜