#simulvcra

[revewyrm]

@simulvcra​ replied:     You know what else they are ? perfect for a swing set between their horns.

ONLY ONCE.

[ritterblood]

   “ hold still  ━, “ gentle fingers comb through dante’s slightly damp hair, untangling the knots with a careful touch.  “ do you wish it remain loose, or shall i braid it for you? “  / @simulvcra​  ━  ♥ ​

[scionset]

@simulvcra​     ||     S.C     --- ( KRILE )

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆.     You are not them.     Risen up by titles and hopes, a pedestal made of glass, held aloft by the shaking hands of a world that cried out for salvation and chose their champion. They are ichor gold and spun silver, always a pillar above where you can reach. For all the weight pressing down on their shoulders, they are unwavering.      You can only imagine how daunting that must be. And how lonely. Even among peers, they are expected to lead.      You remember flipping pages in story books in your youth, remember the tales of heroes and how they rise, they are never willing, always chosen. You remember being sad on their behalf. Now you stand, not in pages but in life, chasing their lengthening shadow, hoping SOMETHING you do will be enough to take that weight, to lighten the darker shade beneath their eyes.     You don’t want to see them destroyed, as history tends to do with heroes.       LET THEM LIVE, you plea into clasped hands with little more then the audience of stars to bare witness, speaking to a god who does not reach you like she reaches them. You have stood in hallowed halls, endured the agony of torture, shed tears at too many headstones, and picked up legacies you can never hope to fill.      You are not your grandfather, you are not Minfillia either.       You can only hope that it is enough.    It never is.

Your hands fall between the stillness of not being able to do enough, and the busy work of doing everything you can. A sprint and a standstill. You have stood so long at Dante’s back you have memorized the patterns on the back of their coat, the sound of their boots as they walk away. Spent long enough looking at the back of cascading hair you know every flow of it.       Hands curling into fists and uncurling again. You have never felt so useless in life, then watching them like this. But if your place is behind them, you won’t let your hands go idle now. From chair to table, as uncouth as it might be to stand on, you make your way to sit on the edge of it’s wooden surface, run your fingers through a waterfall of moonlight and brush stay strands into a winding braid, letting all the silent love and care you can muster be your voice, let it say what you cannot. 

-- Taking a moment to reach, pull the pink ribbon from your own hair, from holding it aloft beneath canary yellow hood, in a flow of honey brown to tie the end of theirs in a neat little bow. Holding it for a moment longer then need be in your hands, eyes memorizing every curve of it, blush against silver.     LET THIS GO WITH YOU WHERE I CAN’T.        LET THIS HOLD YOU TOGETHER.

“ I thought your hair could use a braid, might it keep out of your way then while you work. It’s lovely, truly. It must have taken you such a long time to grow out. . . ”

[ghastlain]

      Gaze  lingers  on  them  —  such  behavior  oft  labeled  as  ‘  being  fray  ,  ‘  but  its  truth  was  far  from  that.  arms  cross  over  chest  :  lips  press into  a  thin  line  ,  &  feet  shift  slightly.  haunting  eyes  narrow  ,  then  they  shake  their  head.   ❛  are  you  alright  ?  ❜   fingers  lightly  drum  an  unknown  tune  :  a  song  from  an  era  nearly  -  forgotten.  ❛  you  can  speak  ,  if  you  need.  &  i  do  not  brush  it  off  like  so  many  have  done  before.  ❜

@simulvcra​  .

[aevyternal]

                        ❝    There’s no end to it ,   is there ?    ❞        A sigh ,   hand smoothing over the extensive scarred flesh of her arm as she quietly ponders the events that had happened not even a day prior .   Even with the exhaustive efforts ,   they had only achieved felling ONE tower .   The threat at large ,   even she found it difficult to find any kind of peace in the city of Old Sharlayan .   She imagines the crushing WEIGHT of expectation that bears down upon Dante’s own shoulders .   A frown twists upon her lips  &  furrows her brow as she stares down into the dark ripples of tea within her cup ,   nursing it closely for the warmth it gave off .   Repose never came easy to either of them ,   but for him even less so when there were so many that DEPENDED ON HIM .   A thought comes to her ,   though she shuffles it aside in lieu of shifting a softened expression upon him with a faded smile .                           ❝    Do you ever regret it ?   This life that eventually found you ?    ❞                           Could it even be called as such by this point ?

                      @simulvcra​  ♡’d

[ritterblood]

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hey mana, come here. come a little closer pls. juuuust a little more so i can *kisses you square on the lips* hehehe.

[ritterblood]

wonder and awe shines bright in blue hues,  feet automatically slowing to take in every ilm.  not even when coerthas was still green, lush with blooms and grasses, has he ever seen such a vibrant array of colors boasted in one place. searing reds, brilliant blues,  emerald greens and the brightest yellows, hues of purple and orange and pinks in between.  by all rights it should clash,  overwhelm the senses,  yet all it serves to do is make radz-at-han look resplendent and alive.   jewel of thavnair, indeed.  

fingers thread through his own,  finally pulling him from his gawping.  his mouth clicks shut as he meets dante’s amused gaze, something rueful curling his own lips.  ‘t is passing clear he’d not quite expected this and yet,  now that he is here,  he understands exactly why his partner was so set on coming here afore going anywhere else.  after so many summers and moons surrounded by naught but the white of snow and the grey of stone,  this city feels like a spark of something lost and missed  ━  even if he does feel drab in comparison.

“  when you said colorful,  i somehow convinced myself ‘t was meant to be taken figuratively,  “  he intones, a warm chuckle spilling on the cusp of that confession.  haurchefant tightens the hold of their hands and closes the distance ‘twixt them to press shoulder to shoulder.  as ever,  dante looks effortless, beautiful,  garbed in enough color to fit in  ━ unlike himself,  akin to a splash of mud on an otherwise vibrant palette.   “ had i known, i’d have worn something more fitting. “  / @simulvcra​

[hythlxdaeus]

“Would you tell me something? Anything, about your world beyond this little bubble of memory?” Forever curious, Hythlodaeus had always been one to ask for stories and tales from a traveling friend. 

@simulvcra​