#seriedefragmento

[ariettarp-blog]

Hey, I'm gonna slide in here and re-reserve Dia Kurosawa (Love Live), Connor Kenway (Assassin's Creed) and toss in a brand new reserve for Elijah Elkwood (Todd Allison and the Petunia Violet), you can find me at the usual place and the date is 10/16, thank you!

All done up and reserved for you Jacopino!

[supportagonist]

iv, v, vii

iv. What's your favorite aspect about the group?

just....how much everyone really seems to be enjoying themselves and enjoying each others company. no group of people is ever going exist completely without conflict, but it makes me glad that for the most part we all are getting along and enjoying each other.

v. Name another muse you've considered bringing to Arietta!

i’d wanna take up another female muse if i take another character. i’ve considered tracer and also oboro because takumeme needs some help that isn’t in the form of leo.

vii. Is there someone you want your muse to meet?

in group? i want naoya and morgana because i think they both kinda reacted to their trauma with a splintering of the ideas of self; naoya just has the personality and emotional depth of a potato chip and morgana decided to become a catholic skeleton goth. i think he’d come to see her as a weird fucked up sister to his fucked up brother.

[otherbollinger-blog]

purgatory

@seriedefragmento

First Maria and now Jacopo. This feast was turning into some kind of horrible reunion with the people he had felt like smacking at one point or another but had been in no position to do.

He still isn’t in any position to do so. He thinks, tugging at the ends of his hair; once a pale and lifeless white, now decorated with a multitude of colours. 

Curse his childhood self for having wanted Georges’ thick brown curls and coveting Dieder’s light blond. For this had to be some form of punishment for those sins and his gluttony from partaking in the feast at all.

Jacopo isn’t in a much better position himself, squatting on one of the benches and surrounded by a gaggle of tiny ducklings that fluffed up and nuzzled him like he was their Mother.

“I am starting to believe....” he begins, not evening knowing if Jacopo’s soul will recognise him this time, “...that this is some kind of small hell and we are on trial for some of our lesser sins.” 

[ariettarp-blog]

Lemme throw in a reserve for Connor Kenway from Assassin's Creed. I can be found at the Usual Place.

don’t you ever say i just walked away i will always want you

He’s been reserved for you!

[mementobellum-blog]

Another failed hunt, another night of hunger pangs and disruptive growls; he can’t take it anymore. Enough is enough. He pulls himself upright, swats away the leaves and twigs caught in his hair, and heads back for the bonfire and feast: Both aromas make him salivate in a way that is unbecoming of a prince. His stomach cares little for his dignity -- the two have never gotten along -- and claims every ounce of focus his sleep-deprived mind is able to produce.

Grumbling irritably as he climbs over roots and rocks and fallen trunks, he hears the music and singing voices. The table is as full as before, as if the food were left untouched. (But he knows people were eating. He saw it with his own eyes.)

He ducks away from the festivities and gathers a modest serving for himself. Part of him feels like this is no better than thievery. The other part of him must view this as a boon.

It doesn’t take long for him to empty his plate. The prince sighs and reaches for a glass--

“Ow! Wh-what the heck is this thing?”

A bizarre exotic... fruit? stands where the glass once was. He rubs at his eyes in disbelief. Is he hallucinating dinnerware now? He shakes his head and opts for another-- Gods! He stares at his bruised and pricked hand in mortification.

“Okay, seriously, who’s behind this crap?”

@seriedefragmento

[mariacampanella-blog]

la mia anima gemella.

@seriedefragmento

If this was Hell, then of course, he’d be here. It only made sense. Whether he was here as a result of his own actions or to punish her, it wouldn’t be right without him. That still begged the question: what would he do to her? Would he kill her again? She wasn’t sure if that was even worth it. Or maybe, if she died again, she’d fade away from existence and essentially become nothing. It wasn’t particularly nice to think about, but was thinking about him ever nice? 

She had spotted that tea leaf head of his before he had noticed her, which meant she had the upper hand in this situation. She could choose when and how to act, if to act at all. But Maria knew she couldn’t get cocky, especially with him. After last time... she had most certainly learned her lesson. 

Last time... that was definitely was at the forefront of both their thoughts. She had tried to kill him. He had killed her. Where do you even go from there? It’d make sense for them to continue in a similar pattern, now that all pretenses were gone. He knew how she felt, which left her with no more cards to play. 

Unless...

A smile crept upon her lips, and Maria ran off towards Jacopo, completely open.

“Master! Hey, Master!”

Her grin was playful and warm, the kind she’d shown a million times before. 

“Heh, who am I kiddin’? There’s no point to all that fancy stuff in a place like this, huh, Jacopo?”

A pause.

“I say all that, but I guess I don’t really know where we are... Is the Madam here? I can deal with this sort of stuff, but I know it’s not really her forte... Wouldn’t want her to be wanderin’ alone.” 

[ariettarp-blog]

With prior reserve, heeere's Jacopo

I love the unsettling details that are slipped in, the image of the ivy dripping with crimson is still lingering in my head. Jacopo has been accepted!

Welcome to The Evergreens!