#nghtlghts

[ravnheks]

@nghtlghts​ sent: A random text from Luz. Something about Lilith visiting today and that her old "Coven Buddy" misses her "soooooo much!". Nightingale can't help but doubt Lilith mentioned her at all, or think that Luz wasn't trying to spring a reunion on Lilith when she had no want or need to see the former Golden Guard again. Still, Nightingale...does have words to share with her. She thought Lilith was as good as dead when she flew off with Eda back at her petrification ceremony...she didn't ever think she'd be in the same situation. But Nightingale refuses to meet up on the human's terms. So now she's staking out the woods near the Owl House. Watching and waiting...And the wait is already up! Nightingale can spot that blue hair and ghastly pale skin from anywhere! Using Flapjack, she's quick to teleport behind her elder's back."AHEM," She clears her throat and...immediately loses any confidence she might have had. Poor girl's wearing a patchwork cloak to avoid being seen by scouts, she has no room to be cocky. "...You were right," she mumbles, hunching forward. "About. Belos. You were right to leave."

  Lilith had received a message from Luz earlier, asking her to come over to visit. Not thinking her niece might have had any ulterior motives, she’d happily replied she would be over right after work and that perhaps they could have tea together and chat. While she was normally wary on her way to the Owl House, she was a little too preoccupied with her excitement to see everyone again to notice that someone was watching her.

  There’s a strong gust of air behind her - immediately all thoughts leave her and she’s on the defensive, summoning her staff and pivoting on her heel to meet whatever threat had come for her -

  “Hunter? What are YOU - ” Her sharp tone, her accusatory words are cut off before she can even finish what she meant to say -

  ‘You were right. About Belos. You were right to leave.’

  They feel their heart drop in their chest, their eyes look over the teen - haggard, tired, and nervous, wearing tattered clothes with nothing but the staff carried in trembling hands. And there was something else - Hunter’s voice was different... It seemed a lot of things were different, now - for both of them.

  For a moment, she just stares, easing her body out of its natural reaction to a presumed threat. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and bringing her staff close, resting her head against her palisman. When she speaks again, her voice is quiet, tired - and it’s only two words.

  “...I see.”

[terribleweh]

"WHAT IF I HEAR WHAT?"

[rathalascendant-a]

@nghtlghts​ sent: "So, if someone were to hypothetically want to get into the monster taming and befriending business...where would they start? Follow-up question, do you know which monsters are most likely to enjoy pets? I'm asking for a friend."

She has a notepad. Girl wants to take notes.

          “ OH . . . SURE! WELL, UHM . . . If it’s the monster riding business you’re looking into, you’re gonna need training. And a kinship stone, though it really depends on who you ask. I’ve heard stories of individuals who have bonded to a monstie without one, and others where the monstie bonded with the rider well after it was born — heck, I’m one of those cases — ”

         “ As for the pets and the attention, it’s a case-by-case basis. Obviously docile species like APTONOTH and POPO are gonna be receptive to that kind of stuff, but, y’know. Red’s a RATHALOS and he loves pets. Then you got STREAK who likes attention but only it’s from me — and the boys, they’re, they’re finicky too. ”

[terribleweh]

@nghtlghts said: SHE SCOOPS KING UP AND DEPLOYS ONE MILLION KISSIES ON HEAD ATTACK

SNIFFLE..... THANK U

[sonorusgloom]

@nghtlghts​:

[ FEED ] – sender feeds both their palisman and the receiver’s. / luz

The Beast watches from the sidelines as the palismans are fed.He could hear the occasional noise from either one of them. A conversation being carried between them in between bites. Something that the silhouette gently tilts his head at, seeming to understand the two.

“ They do not often meet palismans outside of these woods. “

The silhouette eventually speaks up. Pulling his gaze away from the two towards the one who offered to feed the two.  Compared to the two, the palisman that had been with the Beast is easier to approach. They did not have eyes that seemed to never blink or be so bright as the creatures.

[rhpsdys]

@nghtlghts ♪ ♪ ♪  from here !

your surprise must be comically obvious, blinking at luz's declaration — i wanted to see you! — && it takes just a moment to recover before you're out the door, && she's following.

( you do slow your pace down just a bit, allowing her to keep up better, so that the request that follows doesn't feel like it's being swept away in your hurry. )

still, the surprises keep on coming, but outside of an unsuspecting curiosity, you don't seem especially put-off by luz's roundabout question, even if it is a bit hard to follow where she's going with it.

...or not, because you remember what it was like, being that young && awkward, talking to your earliest mentors, daring to approach scooter crane himself. so, really, you know exactly what she's getting at.

resting a hand on her back, you assure her with a touch. "luz. breathe." there's a hint of amusement in your voice. "i would be honored." && now it's your turn to be excited — "what instrument were you thinking? obviously, i'm biased toward strings, but for some reason you strike me as a percussionist. or like... a horn? mmm. no. instinct — ukulele. orrrrrrrrrrr, weird one, but accordion. is that too left-field?"

[summonsvines]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁽⠀🌱⠀⁾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀━━⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐋𝐔𝐙⠀ (  @nghtlghts  )  said     "what are you doing out here all by yourself?"⠀⠀⠀⠀answered from 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

a  soft  smile  faintly  appears  on  willow’s  lips.  sleep  evaded  her  despite  how  tired,  physically  and  mentally,  she  was.  being  out  in  nature,  even  if  it  was  a  nature  that  was  unfamiliar  to  her,  would  help.  at  least  that’s  what  her  hope  was.  though  it  had  been  hard  to  be  hopeful  about  anything  lately.  “ i  was  just  listening  to  the  rain.  human  rain  is  so  peaceful. “  so  different  from  the  boiling  rains  of  the  isles.  

[rhpsdys]

@nghtlghts / con't from here

in your hurry to find her && hold her close, you didn't take the time to look at her face, take in newly scarred features, but as you both withdraw a bit && nightingale draws your attention them, your eyes widen, && then narrow in surprise && anger.

no good cursing the dead, but that rage festers in you anyway — it's one thing when it was you. her, that's another story.

"how... when—?" your hands raise to cup her face, staring at her worriedly. "i'll—" nothing. you'll do nothing, raine, because it's already done. it's over.

somehow, that doesn't make you feel any better.

wiping away a tear that tracks down over the scar tissue in the same place, you force a smile to your face, allowing the relief to take over.

"i'm so sorry," you murmur instead, pulling her back in, one hand on her back, the other against her head, "for everything. i should have done more for you."