#soldfear

[crimedealt-a]

@soldfear​ ; Eli: I've seen bigger

‘ it’s okay. there’s no one else listening —— you can say you’re sorry for lying to my face. ’

[ardenssolis]

@soldfear​ said (inbox):

Winnie can't help but smirk. ❛ That photo of you in the sailor outfit is quite flattering in a way, actually. ❜

     OZYMANDIAS WAS QUICK TO reach out, cover the other’s eyes so that they could see nothing else but the darkness of his palm. ❝You have seen nothing! That is not a photo of me, but of a very good likeness.❞ It was bad enough that he had to deal with all this chaos, but Winnie seeing something so utterly embarrassing? No, he would not stand for it! Besides, was it not a good idea to wear such a thing for beach ventures? Everyone was just jealous they had not thought of it first, was all. That was clearly the case in all this.

[oldestking]

                       What a splendid entrance. Befitting for a king, truly.

[astralglam]

          ☆ @soldfear​ LIKED FOR A STARTER !

     ❝ I DON’T know how to open tangerines. ❞

     THEY SAY it like they expect tangerines to come with a zipper.  ❝ I know you hold it like this, ❞ they explain, ❝ and then you stick your finger in here -- kinda -- try to -- ❞ and they punch their thumb into the fruit, effectively ruining it.  

[sirsharp-a]

Have you ever filed your teeth? For Edgar too lmao

bombard  my  muse  with  questions  ;  accepting!

                ❝ No?  Why would I need to do that?  They’re naturally pointy - and it isn’t as if they grow past a certain length. ❞     He was barely holding a laugh back.  It seemed like such an earnest question, but as somebody who had had these same teeth for millenniums now, he couldn’t help but find it funny.      ❝ No, dear.  They’ve just always been this size and shape  -  and always will be. ❞

[crimedealt-a]

@soldfear​ ❤‘d

❛  as a criminal, it’s easy for me to take what i want, really — but i think it’s easier to take the maker rather than the final, finished piece. you wouldn’t mind if i held onto you for a while, right? i’d like to put your talents to good use. capture the criminal underworld with paints on a canvas, for i believe the work i have achieved is truly a masterpiece.  ❜  

[crimedealt-a]

@soldfear​ — ❛  how long have you been standing there ?  ❜ / From Eli !! 𝟱𝟬 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨, accepting.

❛  if i told you, it would ruin the fun.  ❜  he jests, but doesn’t mock — for he’s far too invested into this individual, knowing quite well the power he held over the artist and, oh, how he relished every single ounce of that power, like a hunter with his gun’s crosshair over the neck of his kill. this possessiveness, this obsession, it’s what kept him in this position for so long and for the many years to come. he remains idle at the entrance of the spacious accommodation of his guest’s room, so graciously provided by mirage himself. comfortable indeed. he finishes adjusting the neck covering of his unsettling mask — and his bright eyes peer through. menacingly, yet with a hint of teasing. 

❛  you should have been paying attention, my face was on display while you carelessly had your back towards the door. a glimpse was all it could have taken for your next masterpiece. what a wasted opportunity.  ❜  these games he plays — so aggravating. his rules, his pieces to move, his cards to play; no wonder he always seemed to win time and time again. a master at his own game. a hum of satisfaction, and he can’t help but that rumble of laughter escape him; all to casual about the situation at hand.  ❛  looking for something to escape this place with? maybe a gun, a knife? maybe some keys, hm? i’m all about catering to my guests, but i’m not sure i would fulfil that request very happily.  ❜

[ardenssolis]

@soldfear​ said (inbox): 

❛ I’m sorry, Ozy. . . But I’m a bit tired from my travels. ❜ Gently, Winnie came to rest his head against the other’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed before a small smile made its way across his lips. ❛ Let me bathe in your warmth for a little while, Sun King. . . ❜

     ❝WHERE DID YOU GO? Mm, nevermind. You can tell me when you are more awake.❞ He chuckled, seeing no reason why he wouldn’t allow Winnie to use his shoulder as a temporary pillow. The fact that they were exhausted meant that they must have gone quite a distance, but that was expected of one with wanderlust like Winnie. He was a free spirit, constantly on the move and intent on seeing and experiencing a great deal of things. What secrets did this forest hide? What secrets did others hide? Those were things that Ozymandias himself held interest in, yet would never be able to fully be able to witness. After all, he was a spirit who was only here based on temporary time. His scope of the world was but a small aspect of it, the greater sights that existed out there only to be witness on television or through magazines. Lifting his hand, he ruffled the other’s hair a bit, making sure to pluck out the occasional leaf that must have found its way into dark locks without him being any aware (or maybe Winnie had simply not cared enough to remove them).

     ❝Rest as long as you need. The weather is pleasant enough that I too am tempted to nap the afternoon away.❞ The sun was warm, gently so, and the lively chirps of birds akin to a song meant to further lull another into a land of dreams. Ozymandias could admit that as time passed, he too would more than likely be joining Winnie. There was a pause from him, the Sun King glancing off into the distance thoughtfully. He wished to say something, but how easy it was for his train of thought to wander from one thing to another. Whatever it was, it would come back to him. In the meantime, though, it was best to let the forests’ natural music serve as Winnie’s lullaby.