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"What's the matter, Supreme Primarch? Don't tell me you're jealous."

“No, nothing like that. I simply can’t help but be concerned. You provoking Sandalphon, and Tomoyo’s reappearence...”

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐥 / @malefacere

"Well well well kitty cat. Didn't think people would take getting a glass rod seriously."

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 / 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 .

Seldom does one’s aether find way to sneak up upon the Exarch, yet this one does — and in such a manner he instinctively finds purchase gripping his staff in readiness of something, anything, whipping his attention to the one who has mastered the craft of elusive welcoming.

` . . . And to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with? ’

#malefacere #graha does not Understand Your Innuendo he's a tia :\

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“ Do you not find these monotone repeating days boring, Belial? ” The Primarch inquires as she looks past him, looking down at the newly created primals learning more about themselves and the area where they are. All of them are answering to some theme, a thematic that she doesn’t know if it exists within Lucilius’ mind or it’s a game of chance. Then again, she does not believe anything will go unnoticed by their creator, he’s not one to allow anything to escape his control. She knows she lacks something, unable to find joy in the present. How do Lucifer and Belial do it? How do they find fun and joy in these days? How can they not drown in apathy and the boredom created from these monotone days? Peacefulness makes her bleed, lose the interest in whatever is happening as only two primarchs are fully immune to the power she’s been bestowed. They’re unshackled, they’re free, they’re different. In a sense, Morael wishes to understand the reason behind the serpent’s smile. “ I wonder how you and Lucifer are not dying from endless boredom. Care to share a secret? ”

#malefacere #❄ ― IN CHARACTER. ╱ you breathe by the sun，i breathe by the moon.#❅ 𝐕. GRANBLUE FANTASY ⤻ golden chains in her hands will speak the tale of blood and ice， her smile is perfect and her loyalty’s a lie.

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“Do you ever people-watch? See how they interact with the others? I wonder if they’ve made some unsuspecting friends, or allies, while here....” It’s easy to sneak up on the Captain in moments like this; to hear her in mid-conversation with herself. Leaning back against the rail from the starboard side, she takes in the sight of the Grandcypher. They’re taking a small pitstop for supplies, then should be heading off in a few. Back to their mission in the Albion Citadel.

However, where she got this, who knows. A habit she’s picked up, but from where, she’s not sure at all. It’s either from spending too many hours alone doing the logs, or from needing to let the thoughts that run get an escape. However, she didn’t expect anyone to hear her. Not until she feels the wind at her back shift, and she looks over her shoulder. What clued her in that someone was there was a few feathers of purple.

Wait a minute...

“?!” Ah, seems she’s returned to reality and out of her head. “What are you doing here?!” Bad luck and chaos befall the Fallen Angel whenever he’s around, so it’s not truly her fault for being so on edge. If it’s not that, then what purpose does he have here? She’s not a people-reader, and even so, he’s hard to figure out. The air around him just... it’s discernable. It puts her even more on edge. If he’s here for a friendly chat or a game of chess, she’s not going to agree willingly.

#malefacere #ᛇ ᛜ on a whim of a letter; the sky leads her to its end ( djeeta; ic ) ᛜ ᛇ #Here you go Faf! IF you need me to fix anything lemme know.

There really isn’t much at first. Perhaps just a few awkward steps while rubbing the top of her gloved right hand with her thumb. The man before her is intimidating and, if she were a lesser person than she was, she would’ve been trembling. Certainly, there’s anxiety, but it was being squished down as best as the woman was able.

Greenish-blue eyes stare at him. There were several thoughts that crossed her mind from scenarios she’d faced in the past, but none of them seemed to fit him whatsoever. There really wasn’t anything left for the woman to do but actually ask him what was up.

“Need some help or somethin’?”

@malefacere asked directly for a starter and got this nonsense, so here it is.

#malefacere #[ alternate ] the selfish wish became a selfish dream #congrats you get alternate melanie

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The Elysium Everlasting, if it can be called this unknown space, remained untouched for thousands upon thousand of years. Ever since ascension has been concluded and the fate of her own world has been shattered, she watched over the world with a gentle gaze. Elysia would smile softly at the travel of her comrades, shedding a lonely tear upon witnessing their ends, missing them all dearly. Who would be able to reach her in this distant sphere that almost none can touch? The Imaginary Tree that connects all worlds is felt through this realm, her power seeping into its very branches and roots; her sacrifice an eternal hopeful blessing for the future. Though, there is a disturbance she had never felt before. A presence unlike any other is felt, her mind immediately searching for where it has appeared.

Thus, her senses bring her to the corner of this realm. The sights of the Elysium Everlasting cast in darkness and shadows aside from a field of green and several white flowers growing around. There, she finds an unknown young man. Instead of appearing in her Herrscher form, she remains in her casual clothes - a form less inhumane and more godly - she wore as a Flamechaser, a warrior. The purple royal sleeve on her right hand, a glove for her archery on her left, pink hair tied in a low tail. Her curious azure gaze studies the one who she witnesses, noting on the difference of his presence, his aura, the power radiating. He is not a Herrscher, but his power is similar to one.

With light steps does she approaching, checking like a curious child if he were awake. What a fairytale beginning, she thinks. Oh, how this pristine maiden did not know the history of his very man who appeared. Black, red, and vice burning. This paradise and this heaven, how was one like this ever able to enter a place so gentle and tender? Perhaps, circumstances and luck wished to play games.

“ Hi~ How are you feeling? ” Her voice is sweet and bright as she inquiries of his well-being. How lucky for him to awaken and witness a girl as cute as her, right? That’s what Elysia was thinking, but she would hold her tongue for now as curiosity was far stronger than anything. Wouldn’t she be considered an angel? Or something along those lines? There again, she did not know where this man had come from. She will not show this small Paradise to him until she will learn of his name and his reason to be here... possibly. He could be a new friend! Or someone in need of her help. Perhaps, he was stuck in-between. “ Haha, I never expected company. Here, do you need help? ” Elysia then extends her hand to him, wondering if he will take it.

#malefacere #lets all cast our votes how this will go #belial and elysia. the least likely duo to ever interact but lets go #LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO #∴∵ ❁ ∴∵ 「 THE BEGINNING OF YOU AND I. 」 in character.

@malefacere ✧ — "Aww did the Supreme Primarch's little pet finally come out to get some summer sun?"

black sunglasses are lowered from sandalphon’s eyes at the sound of an, unfortunately, all - too familiar voice, eyebrow raised in a show of annoyance -- ( he can’t have a moment of peace around here, can he ? ) he takes a moment to slowly sip from the drink in his hand before he lowers his sunglasses again &&. turns away in his seat. it had taken a near impossible amount of willpower just to agree to come out for the day, &&. he was -- trying to, anyway -- going to make sure no one ruined it this time.