#mosaiical

[adiumentum-blog1]

@mosaiical

It had been inevitable ever since Roctis’ passing into eternal sleep. Though he dreaded that this day would come, if it was the will of his wielder, then he must appear. Therefore, Leviathan was summoned in the presence of the current ‘family leader’. A laughable title, as the Lord had not assigned her as such.

However, because Roctis wanted his daughter to be the next ‘heir’, and therefore the next wielder, the title bore an informal validity. “What do you want?” Nonetheless, he would not be friendly. And he was not grateful for the fact that his wielders, now and previously, had modified themselves. A degradation that held no words for the disgust that was felt.

[thelambsofiscariot]

@mosaiical, continued from here // ignes & gradeus;;

『 ❝ ICK. IGNES, I WON’T LIE; 』 sometimes you can be a total pyscho. I came in thinking I was going to give you a hug, but geez — go wash up. ❞

He wrinkled his nose, though he wasn’t overly bothered. Smoker, after all... though not in public, since that that was a dangerous game when they’d go finding the burn marks on his girls. But the smell was so much more concentrated here that he couldn’t help the physical reaction. How innovative though... and gruesome. Ignes was, as always, impressive. He had a basic idea of what she was saying, but damn. The effort that must have gone into that... plus, she’d probably dumbed some of it down for his understanding. He sauntered over, moving up to her to to peek over her shoulder (though he had to stand on his tiptoes, and she would be so dead if she mentioned that aloud).

He stared at them, a sense of fascination washing over him. It showed in the bright, widened eyes that scanned Ignes’ work, slowly roaming up and down the contents of the tray she held out to him. They really were perfect, like something out of an anatomy book. Granted, some were slightly misshapen or lumpier here or there, but variety was to be expected. He nodded.

❝ Neat job... I’d kill to have hands like that, girl. Might take you up on the new liver, say, forty years down the line. ❞ Though he didn’t exactly trust her cutting him open, especially under the pretense of generosity. ❝ Though I’ll probably be dead by then. You can have my body, for science of course. Anyway, I’m going to take that as a sign that studying’s going well, huh? When are you going to graduate? ❞ 

He gave the slaughtered mess a cursory glance. And wow, Ignes was incredibly neat. If he had her skills, he wouldn’t just be chopping women up with an axe... ❝ Hey, she’s pretty. How much’d she scream? ❞

[powershoutarchive]

 @mosaiical​

           regardless  of  how  much  her  LOVE  for  adventure  had  grown  ,  the  distaste  the  dragonborn  had  for  ruins  had  seemingly  increased  alongside  it.  erisly  had  promised  a  stranger  ,  however  ,  that’d  she’d  do  her  best  to  recover  a  lost  ‘ family heirloom ‘  (  regardless  of  the  truth  behind  such  a  request  erisly  would  have  never  been  able  to  sleep  choking  on  the  knowledge  of  awareness  she  didn’t  try  ).  dainty  hands  had  come  out  empty  ,  though  cerulean  hues  had  set  their  sights  on  an  inactive  figure  in  the  distance.  she crouched  beside  him  in  search  of  a  pulse  ,  only  to  pull  out  a  potion  when  it  was  discovered  and  pouring  the  liquid  down  his  throat.