#refined-silva

[shimmerfang-impact-moved]

@refined-silva, continued from here

Ivar crouches down next to Silva, lowering himself to the boy’s level. Having grown up in a small village, he has a nostalgic fondness for looking after children. Although he has heard malaks are often much older than what their physical appearance indicates, Ivar can’t help but to see Silva as a small, adorable child. He smiles gently and lowers his voice-- a rarity considering his usual speaking volume is shouting. “I thought I recognized you. I live in Hellawes, so I saw Teresa a lot. Glad you seem to be doing better now, kiddo.” He holds a hand out. “I’m Ivar. You’re not still called ‘Number One,’ right?”

[electricea-a]

Closed starter for @refined-silva​.

“...Yikes, that doesn’t look too good.  We should find somewhere to sit down, try to stop all that bleeding before it gets any worse.”

[a-sagesyndrome]

@refined-silva starter

This time Genis was determined to become friends with Silva. “Silva, let’s read this book together!” the kid grinned as he held up a book he had ‘borrowed’ from Raine. 

[draconianreaper]

☠ ~ “Each and one of us has to find his own path in life. Not one should be bound against his will.“ He felt awkward, giving this advice, for some reason. “But remember to choose something for yourself, no one else can do that for you, tell you what is really best.“

@refined-silva

[isaaccecilbryant]

refined-silva replied to your post: ((Tumblr friends I need some recommendations for...

//message @sagesyndrome​, They read tons…

((Thank you! :D))

[etrefurieuse]

❛ I just wanna feel something today. ❜

various lyric starters / accepting!!

          ❝ isn’t it  the case already?      judging by your fascination about bugs. ❞ 

     unlike laphicet,   emotions were hard to detect on the youth’s visage.      but she trusted her small comrade,   he would instruct & help silva about finding his own identity.      soft smile is nestled ‘pon the corners of rosy labrum.      a good beginning it was,   to see silver less & less apathetic & more geared with sentiments day after day.

[tokei-no-te]

Dulled hues watched the spirit before him. "...You're not human..." He could sense that much. He wasn't a malak... nor a deamon. Silver brows furrowed slightly as confusion washed over him. Was this spirit a friend or foe?

Iora had been carrying on, like he usually did. Unbothered by the worlds and places he would travel to and usually ignored. This world held such a familiarity to the one he knew, yet it was different. Structurally different.

A voice spoke up, denoting as much that he was not Human. He crouched down to the small Malak and put a hand on the top of their head. “No I’m not. I hope that doesn’t bother you.” giving a smile to the small boy who also didn’t feel Human to him. “Though you seem to not be human either.” 

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[to dezel and co. but mainly to dezel]The silver-haired seraph laid limply against the wind seraph, sweat trickling down the boy's face due to his fever. At this rate, the malevolence was going to turn him into a daemon or even worse, a dragon. Slowly blue hues opened as he raised his hands, they were hurt and he had to heal them, no matter how his body felt.

Almost immediately, Dezel grabbed his wrist and frowned a bit, “Don’t.. You’re pushing yourself to exhaustion.. You need to get some rest..” He didn’t know that the other was starting to fall to malevolence and maybe that was a good thing.. However, by the heat coming from the other, he guessed he was sick.