#moonlightviigil

[couturiere]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

@moonlightviigil asked: "Merry Christmas," Aphelios hummed, presenting Gwen with a small silver box with a teal bow. Inside, lay a white gold necklace with a pair of ornamental fabric shears. A precious moonstone inlay for the screw's head, and a band of sapphire around the pearlescent gem. "If you like, I can put it on for you?" he gently whispered, before he cleared his throat out of irritation.

If she's being perfectly honest- and she does try to be, especially with herself- Gwen hadn't been expecting anything. Or, at the very least, if anything was given, it would be something simple. Which, all things considered, this technically was. It was simply also... well. A rather expensive-looking bit of 'simple', she supposed.

"It's lovely," she says almost immediately upon seeing the charm, eyes lighting up. The expression brightens further when she recognizes the gems- moonstone is, if she recalls, Aphelios's own favorite, which is sweet. She supposes then, that the bright blue stones- sapphires, from the look of them- are meant to represent her?

It's an interesting tidbit to think about, even as she keeps her eyes on the pendant as she lifts it from the box.

Hearing him offer to put it on is almost as good a gift as the actual jewelry, though she frowns a little in concern at the coughing that immediately follows.

"Don't strain yourself," she murmurs, reaching out to slide her palm along the side of his throat gently. It won't help at all, but she does worry about him terribly. If something happened to make it worse, she'd be quite cross with herself for being the reason. "And if you don't mind, I'd like that very much," she adds, holding the necklace out until he takes it and then turning her back to him. Gathering her hair out of the way, she peers at him over the thick wave of one pigtail, and waits, expectantly, to feel the chain slide around her neck.

[psielapki-a]

@moonlightviigil   &   alune   /   unprompted

phel places a gift bag outside of alune's door, knocks, and runs away (happy birthday alune 🥳)

                    𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺   𝘧𝘦𝘸   𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴   𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳   𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴   𝘢   𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬   𝘰𝘯   𝘩𝘦𝘳   𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳   𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺   ;   she   huffs,   both   disarmed   by   phel's   dedication   &   in   annoyance   that,   yet   again,   she   has   lost.   mere   seconds!   alune   has   the   gift   in   her   hands   already,   she   was   just   putting   on   her   slippers!

                    unfair.

                    but,   oh   so   charming.

                    she   waits   before   the   footsteps   disappear   in   the   distance   &   for   the   familiar   click   of   the   door   being   shut   to   go   on   her   own   little   adventure,   returning   the   gesture.   there's   a   nicely   wrapped   up   box   with   a   bow,   a   knock   on   phel's   door   &   a   giggle   as   she   runs   away   herself,   about   to   unpack   whatever   her   brother   decided   to   gift   her.

                    in   reality,   aphelios   is   alune's   biggest   gift   —   having   him   in   her   life   is   all   she   could've   ever   asked   for.

[seekslight-arch]

Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile. ☆♥

AAAAAA thank you thank you thank you!!!!!! you're the sweetest!!! 😭😭😭 everything right back at you!!

[hishedonism]

@moonlightviigil / ( cont . )

Aphelios found himself scrambling backstage, he was trying to rack his mind on where on earth he had set his phone. It couldn't have gone far... right?

he twirls the discarded phone from hand to hand, considers, for a moment, simply ducking out of the venue the same way he came in and taking it with him — hey, old habits die hard — but a better look at the man tearing the room apart in search for it has him thinking twice. he hadn't been close enough to recognise the group on - stage, had only snuck in through a rear exit door out of curiosity when the strains of song had reached him passing by, but, well. he can recognise a performer when he sees one.

another moment as he scans for security — he doesn't really feel like being dragged back out, accused of stealing some celebrity's phone when he only almost did — before :

⠀ ⠀❛     looking for this ?     ❜

[piranhasbreath]

⭐? :0

@moonlightviigil MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. If you like any of the suggested combinations, you are welcome to come plot or start interactions with them.

Alright so let's see... Nami is a must because they are both looking for Diana. Now for other muses..... I would love to explore Spirit Blossum stuff between Aphelios and Thresh! And.......... I'm out of ideas, reeally. All I know is that Yuumi apparently likes to visit Alune in the spirit realm and I think that's extra cute.

[seeksmoon-arch]

Text -> [ Alune😇, 12AM ]: happy birthday (I said it first haha)

@moonlightviigil  ☽

           𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒔  𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕  𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆  𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕  𝒐𝒏𝒆  𝒕𝒐  𝒔𝒂𝒚  𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚  𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚,  𝒃𝒖𝒕  𝒉𝒆  𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕  𝒐𝒏𝒆  𝒕𝒐  𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆  𝒂  𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕  𝒕𝒐  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.  two  minutes  after  midnight  alune  barges  into  her  brother's  room  still  half - asleep  —  she  had  to  wake  up  right  when  the  day  started  —  with  a  homemade  cake  with  the  right  amount  of  lit  up  candles.

she  ungracefully  climbs  atop  phel's  bed,  holding  the  piece  of  art  (not  really)  in  front  of  him.

❝  quick, make  a  wish!  ❞  she  hastens  him  to  blow  the  candles,  sleepy  smile  on  her  lips.

[delightfulagony]

@moonlightviigil

Mount Targon, a place the mist had touched before, brough suffering and yet, not everything bad about it could be placed under Viego's long list of faults. It was funny how quickly and easy it was for a nation to turn against each other. The whole Sun and Moon conflict? Delicious to watch.

He didn't remember the last time he had added a Targonian soul to his lantern. Maybe he had, who knew. While he could tell each one apart, it didn't really matter for him and he would not mind feeding his lantern another one.

Thresh was lurking about in his human desguise, his usual tools of torture hidden from sight, as he looked about the inhabitants. Who to go after? Should their suffering be long or quick? Such ways he could have fun there.

[inkisionary]

@moonlightviigil liked for a starter.

Hwei had only considered for a brief moment what it was like it climb Mount Targon. His eyes staring upwards to the peak which seemed to disappear into the sea of clouds. It was almost as if the top could pierce the heavens, or was. He recalled reading tales of adventurers who attempted the climb, dying in the snow as they misjudged the dangerous of it's paths. But Hwei knew better, although he had amused his thoughts briefly of ascension, he knew that it wasn't the path for him. He had no interest in gaining any more power than he already had and was rather content on staying a mortal for the time being. After all, mortality made life much more enjoyable. Although, immortality seemed tempting, perhaps he could abuse it to continue working on his pieces without needing pause.

He could see the magic of the mountain, it was rather strange, he wondered if anyone were blessed to see such a wonder as he. His visions revealed waves of magic, swirling and gathering to the peak, as if it were a various rivers trickling upwards into a sea of stars. Pulling the wells of magic from the earth, guiding it to the heavens to feed it's shifting colors. The aurora which cascaded over rocks and ice, winding themselves with shimmering hues of turquoise, blue, and white.

The galaxies of power, spilling upwards returning to the ocean which that had fallen from. If anyone seen what he could, perhaps they would also stare as he had. Although he managed to pull himself from his vision to see a figure standing in the distance.

  Hweis eyes focused the best they could, the thin frame of a man wearing a coat adorned with the figures of moons stared back. He remained still, staring at his form as he observed the strangers aura. Flowers sprouting from the figures mouth, the roots choking his throat, and yet.. the soft embodiment of a woman, who seemed to caress him as if protecting him from Hweis eyes. The pale blue and white cascading over him as the petals dropped from his dark lips. Was he speaking? No. His soul was mouthing something, only to fall mute on Hweis ears. On his hands were the stains of blood, golden like the suns rays, the flower petals entwined and stained with his fingers. Hweis head tilts to the side, a hand raising to wave just barely at the figure. Was he supposed to shout? Perhaps this wasn't someone he should be willing to talk to.

  "I do not plan to climb, if that is what you're worried about." Hwei finally says, calling to the figure.