#parvulii

[shctterme-blog]

@parvulii | continued

night.  what  a  boring  time ;  when  most  humans  sleep  &  ignore  him.  but  there  is  something  magical  about  it,  even  he  has  to  admit.  the  serenity.  the  freedom.  the  —  wait.  (  he’s  no  longer  alone  ).  gaze  lifts,  searching.  trying  to  locate  the  wandering  soul  he  can  feel  them.  but  something’s  wrong ;  it  doesn’t  feel  right.  patience  never  one  of  his  strengths,  kel  materializes  before  the  stranger.    ‘  what’s  wrong  with  you?  ’    tact  not  much  better.

   the woman often wandered around at night, mostly when she was trying to think or gain inspiration for something. it was peaceful - and not many people were around this late at night. so when someone appeared in front of her, clover practically jumped out of her skin. his words - what did that mean? “ i have NO idea what you are talking about. now, if you'll excuse me. ” it also wasn’t the nicest way to greet someone, but that had been brushed off by the brunette. and with her final words she stepped to the side, ready to walk off once more.

[ofnightwatching-blog]

@parvulii​ | continued

          oh the nerve!           coming out here and demanding things like that.

                “ make me. ”

   how dare he!    this was getting frustrating at this point.

         “ you would not want me to do that. ”

[cultkiid]

@parvulii ; kid!roxie starter call.

    “What are you doing?! We can’t go down there!” Roxie tries to block her mischievous companion’s attempt at twisting the knob to the basement door. “Father John FORBIDS it. Mama says I’m not old enough to go down there.”  Roxanne Todd knew her mother and the rest of the cult would sometimes bring seeping crimson sacks or boxes down to the basement. Whenever the door was opened, the stench of rot and sin were unforgivable. She didn’t know exactly what happened in Father John’s basement, but she knew it was ominous. 

[thegrimdarkoffice]

@parvulii has met with a terrible fate... | starter call ☠

“I know you are there.”

                                                             ~

The room of sleeping children sat quiet; the occupants tucked in and clutching a plushie or pillow for comfort. 

The Rosewood Orphange was, in a word, desolate. Children came but few went and as the rooms filled with each season, the staff grew tired and stricter. In the summer it was easier, children were allowed to roam free in the fenced in area and play on the old playground that just about held together. 

But when winter came and the days became shorter, restlessness draped itself over the building. The staff struggled to keep their nerves as they tried to find creative outlets for the children, who often sat huddled in the great hall when a storm outside raged. 

Lullaby visited it often. When the children were sent to bed, he stood amongst them, invisible to even the sharpest little mind and sang them songs of Christmas and treats, of their warm beds and a day full of fun awaiting for them if they just climb into bed and go to sleep. 

Each kid had their troubles, most of them family related, others peer induced. Kids who wanted to get out, who missed their relatives, who hated the scowling headmaster, who was worried Santa wouldnt remember them this year. Some of them had darker secrets, marks and bruises that didnt come from playing roughly, some fresh, some scarred over and near forgotten. 

He was used to seeing them, used to soothing troubled minds and chasing away the darkness for a little while, to let them sleep. 

However...as a new batch of children arrived, Lullaby found himself getting uneasy. There was something else there that had been clinging to the children, something familiar but he couldnt put his finger on it. It followed some of the kids, even to bed and Lullaby found that his songs didnt soothe them as much as they used to. 

It bothered him, and despite knowing he could barely stand a chance against a creature of nightmares possibly attempting to take over this new ‘territory’, he had to confront it. 

[intwined-a]

❛   you   shouldn’t   have   come   here.   ❜ (az)

⌠ ♚ —  @parvulii / angst for ships sentence prompts ⌡

“I will come and go where I please. You could not stop me if you tried.” Azariah smirked, an air of a laugh escaping. He wouldn’t even listen to his own brother, who often plead with him to leave well enough alone. He did have to admit that he did enjoy seeing that youthful face again, no matter the ill received welcoming.

“Hello Kel.” 

[medicalprodigy-blog]

@parvulii ; STARTER.

    “Are you r e a l?” Violet Graves was currently holed up in the STAFF ONLY room, past the dancers’ stage and bar. While she was at the counter, a group of men in black suits came in and the bartender, Murray, promptly ushered a drunken medical prodigy into the locked room in the back, telling her not to come back out until she heard a knock. 

She stared dreamily at the figure before her. Blood shot eyes grazed his figure and studied the shadows of his face. “You look familiar,” she hums merrily, laying on her side. A hand slips under her head. “...Like I’ve seen you in my dreams.”

[boywithflyingshoes-blog]

Eyes

SEND ME ANY OF BELOW AND I’LL… (accepting); meme answer for @parvulii

 I know that I could be describing many thing about his eyes but I’ll be only telling about his eye colour here. I describe his eyes being bright blue-green. The colour may vary due to different lights but they are more blue than green. 

Originally I imagined his eyes being just blue but I want to follow my face claim, so it was the reason why his eyes became blue-green since Grant Gustin’s eyes are that colour. However, from these pictures (x, x & x) you can see that his eyes seem to be different colour in different lights (+ including the editing). It’s normal in eyes which have more than one colour, so I may describe them differently in different threads. Sometimes I say that they are greenish, but most of the time I say that they are bluish. Anyway, how I see his eyes are partly following Grant’s eyes; they are blue-greenish, but blue is the stronger colour in his eyes. 

I kind of imagine that his iris looks like this but the blue would be brighter, more bluer. It would be more looking like this . I don’t know how to explain the colour, but it’s light blue-green, mix of those photos. The first picture is a little bit too dark but I also see that Hermes has that clearly darker circle around his iris. And the second one isn’t greenish enough. I have an idea in my head but so far I haven’t found the perfect picture of the colour. 

[boywithflyingshoes-blog]

❦ ( enemies and/or frenemies )

SEND A  ❦ IF YOU WOULD… (accepting); meme answer for @parvulii

[ Yup, I also do ship them as enemies/frenemies. I feel that at this moment they are more enemies but at some point they’ll be more frenemies. At least Hermes will be forced to accept the fact that he can’t kill him or hurt him, no matter how much he would like to get his revenge, so probably then he’ll be starting to turn their relationship from enemies to frenemies as he will learn to tolerate him. More or less :D ]