#sffroncloaked

[fhantasio]

      𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐒  ,  and  his  gaze  briefly  flits  from  the  soft  ,  greenly - glowing  ghost  of  her  limb  to  the  tough - black  ghoulishness  of  his  own  .  a  stretch  of  it  puts  his  pitch  claws  out  better  from  beneath  the  cherry  velvet-rouge  of  his  shoulder's  curtains  ,  and  he  almost  ,  only  almost  ,  draws  out  a  small  smile  to  match  the  faint  fascination  and  humor  in  the  soft  bird  of  his  voice .  '  unlike  in  houses  ,  yet  how  similar  we  are  .  was  yours  [  ...  ]  a  natal  gift  from  your  parents  as  well  ? ' // @sffroncloaked

[laperlina]

‘   in  another  kingdom  exists  a  throne  and  a  crown  that  is  mine  by  right.  ’

𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. 𓂃｡⋆ ✧🪞 ↬   OF  FAIRYTALES,  FOLKLORE  AND  FAEKIND. ↬ ( accepting ) @sffroncloaked

They've been laying haunt over the same pathetic merchant's dreams and desires for weeks, unspooling the threads of his mind until he teeters, now, over that precarious precipice into madness. And tonight may finally be the night he makes the fall.

"And in this kingdom, what's mine and yours by right is..." she trails off, leaning a head into Melinoë’s shoulder, drawing her fingers over the water and the glittering visions it reflects before them. Of that poor man, readying himself for sleep. "Right there. Do you want to keep crying over the crown you don't have? And ignore the pretty one I gave you the day we met?" Hmph. "I should've hated you from the start."

[dnangelic]

*holds him up by the scruff like a kitten*

@sffroncloaked

' HUWAH --- ! '

it's not that difficult to lift someone of his small stature up . the soles of his feet sharply ascend then dangle in the air ; a cherry-pink flush creeps onto his face as he blinks upwards at his newfound captor . was he in some kind of trouble ? even though he hasn't even stolen anything from around here yet ... ! cue the awkward sputter : ' ah ? um , err -- ' if she's dutifully expecting answers , then there's only one .

' ... i-i think i'm lost . probably . sorry . '

[grantslife]

forgive me for robbing your garden!

HER   EXCLAMATION   ONLY   BRINGS   A   FLUTTER   OF   MIRTH         to   his   visage    ;    charmed,   life   is.   to   see   his   sister   so   out   of   sorts   when   having   been   caught   red    -    or   perhaps     dead     -       handed?   jests   aside   and   all,   zagreus   doesn't   show   an   ounce   of   disdain   or   frustration   with   her.   only   curiosity   and   amusement,   nevertheless,   she   probably   expects   a   response   even   in   his   moment   of   softened   chuckles.   life,   in   his   warm   radiance   only   shakes   his   head    ;    his   hand   waved   in   indifference.       “    meli,   you've   no   need   to   worry   for   such   a   thing.    ”

if   anything,   he   was   glad   she   could   find   something   worth   using   in   his   little   patch   of   vitality.   a   witch   requires   materials,   and   who   would   zagreus   be   if   he   was   unwilling   to   assist   his   younger   sister?   their   mother   has   taught   him   plenty,   so   with   that   skill   it   was   a   compliment   in   its   own   way.       “    did   you   find   everything   you   require?   can't   imagine   it   being   easy   to   find   them   further   up   on   the   surface.    ”       he   shrugs   then,   life   resting   his   cheek   on   the   heel   of   his   palm       -       watching   melinoe   with   a   smile.       “    doesn't   bother   me   one   bit   if   you   use   the   garden.   at   least   they   are   serving   their   purpose   rather   than   being   a   display.    ”

[stygicniron]

sffroncloaked asked:

23)  our muses are walking somewhere together and sender spontaneously picks up receiver to carry them the rest of the way.

Ask Meme: Lifting Nico -- @sffroncloaked

Nico’s steps were dragging and he didn’t mean them to, the distance between himself and his sister growing larger and larger every time he looked him. They’d been walking for what seemed like an eternity, Melinoe having finally agreed to show him to the little cottage that their mother called home whenever she visited the surface. Both Zagreus and Melinoe said it wasn’t far away from the opening of the Underworld, but they seemed to have forgotten just how big the Underworld was, and Nico had never made that full journey before either.

But he’d rallied several times, finding the energy to make it to the exit of the Underworld under his own power, tired smile widening as he finally caught the glimmer of his first sunrise. Although the sunrise was a bit watery that morning, colors more muted than what Zagreus described previously, or maybe Nico was just tired.

Suddenly his sister was back by his side, his steps long coming to a stop as he looked back over the sunrise and the water and the growing light. He hadn’t even realized he’d stopped and a worried flush sprang to his cheeks. “I can do it! I can keep going,” he insisted only to be presented with a small smile and his sister’s back.

‘Climb up.’

And Nico clambered up onto his sister’s back, looping his arms under her chin and tucking his legs closed to her sides. She got to her feet and Nico gasped, just spotting a little cabin on top of the hill they were climbing. “Is that it?”

[grantslife]

@sffroncloaked​   sent   :    [ LEAP ] for one muse to run and jump into the other’s arms because they’re excited to see them.

it has been quite sometime since he has returned to the glade. being so close, zagreus can feel the very essence of this place pull at him, clawing at the fabrics of his himation as he ventures closer. the grass under foot hiss as the cooling dew turn to steam and the shuffling of leaves pet against his person. spotted sun rays peer through the canopies and his thoughts are the same as ever  :  it's beautiful. it reminds him of the first time zagreus had seen this place, deer prancing across the grass. fireflies floating, lingering amidst mother nyx's beautious visage in the night sky. of course, this was also where he had his goodbyes to  -

brother!  the voice cries out, it's light, it's like sparks lighting the darkest caves, it's childish delight. it's his little melinoe. when zagreus lifts his head after parting a branch to the side despite it's desperate cling to his hand, his smile widens at the sight of her sprinting his way.  "  careful now  -  "  he gently says, but the prince knows better than to say that. not when she's at full speed, the large figure she had abandoned looming in the shadows, still, but a gentle presence. it's routine by now, he steps into the glade, dodging as many swatting branches that try to swing his way, and his little sister greets him with all the energy she can muster.

but what is new is that she leaps, thus, zagreus' expression turns from pleased to shocked  -  "  meli  -  no!  "  he cries out, he isn't ready! so he fumbles with the heavy drapes of his himation and once his arms are free, they're out, open, and catching his sister. the prince keeps his hold, he braces himself with a surefoot, but he's laughing with her in his arms,  "  dear, sister, it's been too long. and you are far too big to continue doing such a thing. you're not the little hellion you were anymore.  "

[grantslife]

@sffroncloaked sent : 🎀 - to braid / brush your muse’s hair !!

" you are not as gentle handed as you were as a child, melinoe, there's not need to yank on my hair. " he playfully comments, a chuckle thick in his voice. " i assure you it won't fight back. " when he speaks, the soft buzzing of the wildlife surrounded them, the moonlight being their only source of light ( that is until lady hecate returns and lights the lanterns ) in this glade. it was safe to say that he was shocked when melinoe requested this. though not much, it was an old habit of theirs together. but oftentimes it ended with zagreus having his hair yanked on for what felt like an eternity. " surely, lady hecate taught you precision. "

[grantslife]

@sffroncloaked​   sent   :    “  it’s okay,  you can sit here with me for as long as you’d like.  ”

he doesn't know how she's come into such wisdom at such a youthful age in her godhood. it has been ... quite some time since he has been below the surface. has been too long since he has seen his mother, his father, the only reasons he returned every now and then was because of her. if it were any other instance, zagreus might've taken much longer trips on the surface.  "  thanks, mel.  "  he says, they're seated on the grass just under the forest's canopy. it's late, regardless, and the only thing that's different is the wildlife that's taken to slumber.  "  since you left home i've found less reason to be back at the house.  "  he doesn't enjoy admitting it, really, it makes it sound like he's blaming her for the estranged relationship zagreus continues to have with their father.

"  mother isn't happy with me about it. says that i've grown distant since, but ...  "  he pauses, wondering how he should form these thoughts.  "  i have my own work to take care of now. though, i know where she's coming from with her thoughts. how could i work so hard to get the two back to one another only to leave not long after?  "  zagreus isn't sure how melinoe would feel if she learned about what he's done to get it to happen.  "  it probably made her feel lonely.  "