#refinedsilva

[dallarsaol]

@refined-silva [con’t]: 

He continues to stare towards the source of the sound, entranced by a pull to find out what it was, despite his orders to remain on standby. He looks over at Number 1, he was already moving. 

“Yes,” he nods once and begins in the same direction. It should be fine so long as they returned before Lady Theresa did. He wanted to know- he had never heard a sound like that before. 

“Do you think it’s an enemy?”   

[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. 

[liikeglitterandgcld]

Slowly the boy reached to tug on the deamons coat, holding up a bug. "...Do.. you think Laphicet.. will like this?" he asked softly.

The tug grabbed her attention. Curious, Velvet kneeled down in front of him. All boys did seem to like bugs (for whatever reason, but boys will be boys) and Silva was no different. The beetle itself was just huge was the beetle therion Phi fed regularly. Speaking of, did he name it?

“I’m sure he will, Silva.”

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✦✧   It was very strange to find a young child near the Scattered Bones base, Dezel listening to Silva's movements before approaching, "You do know how dangerous it is to be here, correct?" He kneeled down, looking at the child with his clouded grey eyes. ✧✦

[broadswordandpistol]

Dull eyes watched him for a long and awkward minute as the older male was trying to be friendly with him before the boy shrugged his shoulders and went back to what he had been doing, which was watching ants on the ground...

Shy little kid, seemed like. Cute, though. Alvin settled in next to him comfortably. “Ants are pretty cool, huh? Constantly busy. What do you think they’re up to?”

[namelessempyrean]

A blink as the malak tilted his head. The other was in... pain? Small hands moved up to Artorius' side without thought as he began healing.

An old injury of my character's is acting up again. What does your character do to ease their pain? 

Startled by the sudden sense of coolness against the arm he’d been rubbing absently - a phantom ache - the Shepherd looked up from what he’d been working on, turning towards the source of the mana. His brows raised in surprise when he saw the malak there, apparently unsupervised and uncommanded.

“Oh, that’s fine, you don’t have to...” Ah, yes. He needed a command. “You don’t need to waste mana on that. That wound healed a very long time ago, I’m afraid.”

[charmingvalor]

💛 💜 for Eleanor after some time and work?

What kind of relationship does your muse want with mine?

💛 platonic

💜 mentor/mentee

“I’d like that. There are many things I’d like to teach you.”