#nifhelheim

[lunaetis]

@nifhelheim | @kalloaeigis replied to bored hacker

Lohen: random spawns in :)

─「銀狼」─  " tch. " of all people who could've found her, why must it be him ? seriously, just how could he keep locating her despite her having stealth mode on ? did he have a tracker for a vision or something ? " don't you have a proper knight duty to do ? y'know ? patrolling and keeping your beloved city safe from potential threats ? " we're going to ignore the fact that the hacker felt he was the said potential threat.

[absolutelymessedup]

THOR #362

[rathalascendant-a]

THE RUSTLE OF A NEARBY TRASH CAN DRAWS HER ATTENTION. Mari had slowly been adjusting to the ways of this world; the Xianzhou Loufu is hardly anything like her home, but despite its differences, there was something about it that satisfied her inner wanderlust. The days went by achingly, and the teen was making steady progress in her recovery . . . the same could not be said for the search for Ratha or her home planet.

It frustrated Mari, really. Time and time again she practiced and fought until her muscles ached. Night would fall and she'd spend hours writhing in her bed, either from having overexerted herself or from unpleasant dreams. It seemed like a tireless cycle of suffering, but the truth was, she was growing accustomed to it. The pain ached a little less with each morning, and she clung to hope a little tighter as she always had. Maybe she'd come to terms with her fate, or perhaps, she'd begun to believe the efforts of the Cloud Knights each more.

. . . She had to, in order to keep going.

On this particular day, she'd offered herself up to running errands for the General and his retainer. After she'd been taken, Mari felt it was the least she could do. Besides, she ached to get out and see more of the Loufu, and stretch her legs a little.

Thus, a trip to Aurum Alley had been in order. Mari recalled that she never enjoyed the crowded market streets of Lulucion, but at least this place was a bit more tolerable. That's when she heard that trash can.

Another rustle. Mari's gaze finally pinpoints the source of the noise. Did a cat fall in there or something? The thought prompts awkward pause before Mari, concerned for the wellbeing of an unfortunate feline, goes up to investigate. "Hold on, buddy. I gotcha—"

She lifts up the lid and—wait. That's not a cat. That's a human.

@nifhelheim gets a plotted starter for stelle!

[lured-into-wonderland]

It was odd to be back. Standing outside, she let her fair hair wave with each and every blow of the evening wind. It was colder than she remembered, but Nunnally didn’t notice the weather, being too deep in her thoughts. It was odd to be back, and it felt almost like an exile. Nunnally was sure that if she was a boy, a legitimate son, she wouldn’t be sent here to prove herself. She’d have been prepared to rule since she’d opened her eyes. But at least she had received a chance to try, which was still better than nothing. And despite all self-pity she was feeling, she was still grateful for that opportunity.

And yet a part of her was happy to be back after so many years. Back then when she was sent here for the first time, she had considered it as an adventure and not a punishment (like she partially did now). Jordi… Would he still remember her? Did he even know she was coming? Wouldn’t he despise her for what she had become? Though full of doubts, Nunnally wanted to see him again. She was wondering what their first meeting would look like…

Her thoughts were interrupted by a small movement on the other side of the gallery. Who dared to disturb her solitude? Hadn’t she stated clearly she wanted to be alone?

She moved her head towards the noise. The person seemed familiar…

“Jordi…!” – she said before her lips could filter her little exclamation. Or was she mistaken? After all she didn't see him for so long! It wasn’t how she had foreseen their first meeting. But she wasn’t to avoid to as well.

“Jordi” – her quick steps quite noisy; as she approached her old friend – “I was wondering if I’d still meet you here.” – an honest smile on her lips – “I hoped I will be seeing you again after all these years. Though I would expect a man like you had long left for the capital city…” – many could consider it was just a polite compliment, but Nunnally truly found Jordi special. But perhaps he was the only friend she ever had?

“I see this place has not changed much…”

“…since I left…” – now she shivered; Nunnally started to fell how cold it truly was.  

a plotted starter with @nifhelheim

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @nifhelheim ( pogranichnik ) || bc i told you i would ]

─「ᚾᛟᛁᚱᛖ」─  don't mind the endministrator staring at the files while ATTEMPTING to pronounce the name of the very operator standing before her. one could almost see her brows furrowing beneath the mask as different attempts were made, repeatedly. he had pronounced it in his introduction once, and she had been determined to replicate that only to fail miserably over and over. really, it should not be this hard, should it !? and with each try, she would occasionally gazed back up to see if he was offended by the way she repeatedly butchered his beautiful name, only to find none of that. he sure was an understanding one.

                after FAILING yet another time ( producing sounds of something akin to pagraroni ), she let out a small groan like a grumpy penguin before looking up again. one could almost see her eyes sparkling.

                " ✨poggers✨ "

[lured-into-wonderland]

It was going to be a LONG NIGHT. She could (and probably should) go home, but dr. Zayne was still in his office. Nunnally didn’t feel confident to leave before her superior did (and her father would definitely disapprove if he’d learn she did). She had tried to work on the journal manuscript, but she was too tired to focus. She poured herself another cup of coffee, and drank it quickly. It was warm and strong. The way she liked.

("You should be careful with coffee, Nunnally. You're drinking too much recently"); she scolded herself pouring yet another cup. Nunnally hesitated what to do next. The hospital was quiet and seemingly nothing was going on. She had checked on that patient, who had just undergone surgery (she was sure they were the reason why dr. Zayne was staying at night; in case something happened), checked on the other patients who were assigned to her during the day shift, but everything seemed to be under control. She wasn't needed.

Nunnally checked her phone in case her father called (she hoped he would, but as expected he did not); she looked over the magazine someone left on a table, but it didnt seem productive.

She took a sip of her coffee, and then stood up, took another cup and poured some more coffee into it. She finished hers and – holding that other cup in her hand – she walked towards dr. Zayne office. Her heels clicking on the floor. Indeed, in the silence of the hospital corridor, they might have announced her before she arrived. The door was left afar, and she could see her superior inside. She knocked gently before speaking: --

“Dr. Zayne…I hope I am not interrupting…” – she most likely was – “I thought that you might want a drink.” – she said reaching her hand with a cup towards him – “It’s coffee. Freshly brewed.” – if anything Nunnally knew how to brew good coffee – “I have just checked on my patients. But all seems normal.” – she should probably just leave and stop wasting his time, but if he would give her something to do she would be able to force herself to accomplish the task.

“Is there something I might be useful for?”  

plotted starter for @nifhelheim

[earthssprout]

🌼🐌 answered asks ! // parent & child relationship prompts. ( always accepting ! )

@nifhelheim sent: “ what .. did you just call me … ? ”

THE SILENCE THAT FOLLOWED CAMILLE’S QUESTION WAS fraught with nervous energy, holding a tension so heavy that Ari’s smile crumpled under its weight. The child had failed to mind the manner of her words, to remember to speak as properly as her clumsy tongue would allow—and while addressing an adult, no less!

Perhaps she was simply too lax—to comfortable—around Camille. Specific sounds made Ari feel like some invisible force was holding down her voice, as if all the things she wanted to say were too big for her little throat. The more syllables a word had, the more the letters would tumble around in her mouth like an excited family of roly-polies. Sometimes she could force it, and rarely, the word would come out perfectly whole; it was more common for it to turn into a choppy thing, mere pieces of a thought. In turn, Ari had developed a passive habit of creating her own shortcuts, which often came in the form of a nickname.

This is precisely how Ari found herself in this current bit of trouble.

Cammie. Not Camille, not Mister Camille, not even just Mister—Ari had called him Cammie, and from the sound of his reaction, she wasn’t entirely sure that affectionate nickname had pleased him.

Tiny fingers met at the center of her chest, thumbs twiddling nervously as she tried to find her words. MORE words. Better words, hopefully ones that won’t complicate things further. The best course of action, Ari had quietly decided, was to answer him honestly. That seemed like a good first step.

“ I … I sss … I said Cammie … I did …”

[lunaetis]

@nifhelheim replied to morning raccoon

lucian is giving her a forehead kiss!

─「エデン」─  a forehead kiss ! from her favorite emotional support cat ! ( is it okay to call him a favorite when she only had one emotional support cat because miss christine was his ? maybe. she's calling him that anyway. ) a soft purr echoed from the back of her throat before she paused, contemplating, then quickly pulling him down to steal a kiss to his jaw.

                he once mentioned he preferred kisses to be in private, so this should be pardoned, right ?

sunday is... giving her gentle... petss....

─「エデン」─  his touches were always gentle and soft, and the pets he was giving her caused the SPACE RACCOON to nuzzle towards him like a puppy asking for attention. and she was doing exactly that, demanding his attention. shifting a little closer, she placed her head onto his hand, looking up at him expectantly.

                " a kiss too, please ? " she even said please.