#maledictioculi

[ardenssolis]

@maledicti-oculi​ said (inbox):

🐍— She could see the look in his eyes, even if he refused to ask for her help. She could sense, the King needed some distance from his suitors . A moment to breath, to collect himself and his thoughts. ❝You can scold me later, Rider.❞ And with that she wasted no time scoping the larger male into her arms, carrying him like a blushing bride. Thanks to her monstrous strength, holding such a being tightly her arms was nothing. And, though her grasp was tight, it was also gentle. Not wishing to harm the king she held, as she began to dash away from the scene with a faint smirk upon her lips.

     WAIT -- DID SHE JUST pick him up like some damsel?! It had all happened so fast that he barely had time to process any of it until she was already dashing off, the wind from her quick movements giving him the same feeling he would have if he had sat upon a motorcycle and drove down a busy highway. ❝Y-You cannot just lift me like this!❞ At least give him a warning! No, even a warning would have done nothing to cover the intense sense of embarrassment he felt! What if someone saw him? Oh how was he to collect his poor composure with that in mind? He'd--he'd just play it off. Yeah, that was it. Just play it off and laugh loudly like he usually does. None will be any the wiser to his true intentions--!

[pcrdiseseekers]

dethroned kings lurk around the hallways though some          still bring out their radiance from his own perspective. Certain Servants are growing accustomed to working in the same side, something different from the tragic knight used to participate. When the man was summoned into this world...it was brought upon a selfish desire by the Grail’s corruption of wanting a greedy wish. Even Diarmuid may be guilty for pleading a chance at becoming the chivalrous knight he so wished, serving one lord. Now Chaldea offers its own challenges and met with a kind lord he must protect. The Lancer stares off to witness some familiar faces, turning away from them until the time was right. It’s quite awkward to acquaint himself with a certain king whose beauty will triumph all rulers. At least any female Servants won’t succumb to the birthmark of a horrid curse, already making these circumstances pleasant. What he hadn’t expected was bumping into an unknown face who might have been staring at him too intensely. “Is something troubling you?”

From first appearances was a Heroic Spirit who was far beyond Diarmuid’s own time, maybe from the Age of Gods. Even so that tall stature held no intimidation but someone who seemed to be hurting from the knight’s eyes. It’s quite troubling for a maiden to be plagued with...misfortune, quite curious of what her own tale speaks. He won’t dare to stick into private lives neither request her True Name when knowing what class she belonged to --- Rider. That was how their lord had referred her to throughout their time in the battlefield. A head tilts to the side with an apologetic bow, believing the Lancer may have displeased her in some way. “I apologize but my thoughts leave me blind to my path. I suppose that isn’t a reasonable excuse but...may I ask why you’re staring at me quite intensely?”

@maledicti-oculi​ ♡’d FOR A STARTER ( DIARMUID )

[ryusxnka-moved]

              @maledicti-oculi​ says: " I'm looking for my captain...." She paused,                 lookin toward the smaller male. " ------ Where is the 11th Division."

                  A dolescent audibly scoffs, forthwith intersecting his brace of appendages, slender configurations attired loosely 'round with coal-hued fabrics, ‘gainst his respiring chest. “ Do I look like a directory assistance? “ He retorts, eyeing the  tangibility of  the unfamiliar woman with an indifferent gaze. “  - I assume, seeing as you clearly have no Idea  where  your  own  division  is situated, that  you are a  newly appointed  officer. “

[orobris]

@maledicti-oculi​:

Pspspspsppspsp Or I lay on your throne.

throws his throne in the treasury and promptly shuts it.

[fakematou]

medusa

🐍— The moment the girl spoke, Rider appeared next to her. Her presence looming protectively over the girl, while her hidden gaze looked forward. She disliked seeing Sakura like this, it made her think of the past, of a time when she and her sisters had simply wished to be left alone in peace. And like that time, she would forsake herself if it meant protecting the girl before her.

❝Sakura...❞ Medusa began, her hand moving to pull the girl closer to her. Coiling it around her tightly, so the girl could feel safe for at least a moment. ❝You don’t have to do anything, I’ve told you that. I will protect you above all other things.❞ The gorgon stated, just like before she would explain to her. That she was someone, she had to protect above all things.  

@maledicti-oculi​

        knees pulled to her chest, trembling slightly, she was trying to remain as quiet as possible--as still as possible.. if she moves less, if she doesn’t fight back, maybe the world will be more gentle. no, she must fight back. no, she’s afraid. sakura feels paralyzed, consumed inside and out, knowing she has nowhere she can be completely free. 

              but medusa’s embrace is warm, and for a moment, she can convince herself she is safe, and everything will turn out ok. 

     “..is it ok, for you to protect me?? i’m not the hero..” she wasn’t the main character of this tale..  “i’m not even a real matou..” 

[hclygrcil]

sc. / / @maledicti-oculi​

“ ah — ”

a pause, the lancer gracefully dusting off palms against a white canvas shirt. pausing for a moment to breathe in, head cants to one side to view the avenger, a slight smile appearing on enkidu’s lips after a moment or two.

“ is there something you need? i think i’m not the one you’re looking for, am i? ”

— such is enkidu’s thoughts as the lancer takes a step, bare feet colliding softly against the ground below. it takes but a moment for the lancer’s form to approach the other, that slight smile unafraid and unblemished. there’s an offering of a hand, as if enkidu’s entire being is questioning if maybe, just maybe, the gorgon wanted some company.

[maledicti-oculi]

      𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖉, 𝖓𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 

                                               𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗 𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖓, 

                𝖘𝖔 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖚𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖙.  

[berserkingpowers]

@maledicti-oculi

Even laying eyes on herself was enough to garner her ire. The one thing Gorgon truly detested in her life was there in plain view for her to see. It was young, but not so young as to be innocent, instead it was the one very aware of the monster to be. “And what are you doing here?” came the bitter, booming voice of the monster from myth. This was one thing that would be rare to change, and even rarer to keep in control, her undying hatred, that pitiful loathing that bubbled in the pit of her gut. But.. if the Rider could consider herself lucky, the Avenger had little opportunity to crush her even at the slightest notice. So for the most part she could, at least, give harsh words, even if she longed to do much worse.