#metnoia

[chaoticor]

The ice mage appeared from behind him. An arm coming to rope itself around Hibiki’s waist. “ You remember that old bookstore I mentioned during my last mission. Well … “ His free arm came up from behind his back revealing an old worn out black book. Lyon tilted his head towards Hibiki’s ear while leaning forward against his backside. “ I saw something that made me think of you. So I got you a little gift.” His voice coming out in a hushed tone with the gentlest of a smile forming on his lips.

he knew lyon was near, of course. it was hard to miss him when one was observant and smitten as hibiki was. he was attempting to act casual, but all attempts went immediately out the window once he felt an arm around his waist. perfect. it felt right, somehow, lyon behind so close. hibiki resisted the urge to lean into it — too much all at once. he was just thankful his job made it easier for him to hide his fluster so he wasn't so OPEN and OBVIOUS.

bookstore? lyon was whsipering sweet nothing in his ear, now. this was very forward for them. hibiki was...more than okay with.

"a gift? lyon...you shouldn't have." but he couldn't deny the excitement and rush of feeling the idea was. a new book. from lyon. from an old bookstore with a crochety owner who looked both a million years old and young. how wonderful! hibiki turned his head towards lyon, their faces were so very close. "but i'm not about to say no to a free book, either."

[quiiscnt]

@metnoia // ♡'d

♫ ❚❙❘ ❝Aren't you a guild master?❞ To say she was unhappy with his presence would be an understatement. So to relay that she had decided it would be best to glare at him. ❝I would assume you have much better things to do.❞

[doltdoodled]

Aphra v3

My third time drawing Aphra for my dear friend @metnoia // Kai ♡ thank you always for supporting my art !! I’m also just glad I get to redraw her bc I cringed seeing my old art. 

[chaoticor]

“When I’m not with you, I think of you always.” // lyon @ hibiki royal au >:3

from this meme

though his heart felt all aflutter, hibiki tried his very best to not let it show. he hoped his time in the sun these days had colored his skin enough that it would hide the blush. the crown prince was always like this, ready to tell him flatteries and get hibiki flustered. and yet. it would be so much simpler if they were just flatteries.

but hibiki knew. bone-deep, the way any solid truth should feel in his skin. he knew it was the truth. and it was not arrogance that lead him to this truth, no. it was because he watched the crown prince lyon so often. he yearned for the stately figure. what a great king he will be one day. a handsome one as well. you see — hibiki knew it to be true, because the opposite was. every action hibiki took, every small betrayal, every flattery to the right person, every coin well spent — all of it was for prince lyon. and he had no regrets.

despite himself, despite how easily it could ruin Everything, hibiki allowed the smile to crack through. a small shake of his head and he looked away from prince lyon. "sweet words, my prince. but i heard a saying, you know? words are wind."

[quiiscnt]

@metnoia // Lyon

༄ ❚❙❘ Her eyes were drawn to him the second she had walked into the café. What a chance that this small shop in a town she happened to stroll into for a job was also one he had found himself in. The girl continued to the counter to order, stealing glances at his table while she waited for her drinks.

❝Fancy running into you here.❞ Rayne finally walked up to him, two cups in hand. She placed one in front of the man before sitting down across from him. Taking a sip of her drink. ❝I hope you still like tea.❞

[quiiscnt]

“i think i’m losing myself again.” // rogue —-> future rogue @ olexa

MEME // ACCEPTING

♫ ❚❙❘ Instinctively she reached out and pulled him close. Olexa wasn't sure why, but there was a part of herself that in this moment believed if she did hold onto him, she wouldn't get the chance ever again. That thought alone had her tighten the hug, his words only added to her need to comfort him further.

     ❝Don't... Don't say that...❞ The girl had heard rumors. Whispers alluded to events she never saw herself. She had always refused to believe it. To her, it was annoying gossip. Words that were spread off of fear and assumptions. No one speaking them knew him, least of all knew him the way she did. Yet, even if what they said was true, Olexa has long realized it wouldn't have mattered to her. Because she believed in the current Rogue.

     ❝You can't lose yourself. You'll always be you.❞ She pulled away slightly, her hands moving from around his torso up to his face. Cupping his cheeks ever so softly as she looked into his eyes. Eyes that were still full of warmth with a hint of fear. Whatever he thought he was becoming, she couldn't see it. He was still the kind soul she had met years ago and fell for. He wasn't someone to be tipped toed around until he turned into a monster.

     ❝You'll never be him.❞ It felt almost forbidden acknowledging that he existed. Acknowledging that there was an alternative world were he was the bad guy. And acknowledging she knew about it despite him never opening up about it himself. Olexa had always just waited for him to tell her instead of asking about it. Maybe after all this time it was just assumed she knew. However speaking of it still felt like she shouldn't despite the current circumstances.

     ❝You've grown right?❞ It was rhetorical. She might not have known his past, but she believed that version of him standing in front of her was this changed man. ❝You wouldn't be afraid to lose yourself otherwise.❞ Her thumb moved back and forth against his cheek in an idle motion. She still not letting go of him out of her own fear.

     ❝So please, don't say that. It's not true.❞

[lucentaire]

What is your muse’s ideal environment (e.g. big city, forest, mountains, desert, e.t.c.)?

if it was not entirely impractical, rena would love to move into an old ruin in the middle of the forest. she enjoys both ruins and forests, but she has had to accept that she also enjoys the ammenities of city living. perhaps, when she is ready to actually settle down, she will opt for a little cottage in the outskirts of a small town with proximity to the forest.

[lucentaire]

What is the first thing your muse does in the mornings? Bonus: Describe their morning routine.

upon waking up, the first thing that she does is roll out of bed to stretch. nothing too complex, but it helps her to get rid of any unpleasant stiffness in any parts of her body and to shake off any lingering sleepiness. then, she twist her hair into a messy bun and slips into a cosy cardigan or sweater before going downstairs. usually, she is not the first one to wake up so someone else brought in the newspaper already and if she is lucky, whoever woke up first is still around in the kitchen and dining room area. that means that while she prepares her tea and starts making her breakfast, she has someone to talk to. even when feeling quite tired, carena is a polite and somewhat talkative person in the early hours.